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In January this year, my mother gave birth to a younger sister. Everyone in the family was very happy, and I was even happier. However, I couldn't tell anyone in the family the real reason for my happiness, especially my mother.
Because I am the only one who knows that my biological mother has given birth to a daughter for me.
This is a secret that only I know. It was actually me who made my mother pregnant and gave birth to my sister. I am my sister's real father.
My mother is a piano teacher. Her job is to teach children to play the piano in the piano classroom. Because of her job, my mother has always paid great attention to her clothes and appearance. My mother was already very beautiful, with a pretty face, elegant temperament, fair skin, and a curvy figure. With her height of 168 cm, she looked even more elegant and charming when wearing a formal suit and high heels.
When I entered puberty I began to develop a sexual interest in my mother. Whenever I see my beautiful mother wearing makeup, a tight skirt, flesh-colored stockings and black high heels, my penis becomes violently erect and I have to masturbate several times to satisfy my desire for my mother.
I gradually realized that I had a serious Oedipus complex.
After the second year of junior high school, I became bolder and often sneaked under the bathroom door while my mother was taking a bath to admire her "beautiful figure emerging from the bath." My mother would take off her contact lenses before taking a shower, so she would never notice a pair of eyes feasting their eyes under the vent in the door.
Even when my mother was taking a bath and my father and sister were not at home, I would be so bold as to strip naked outside the bathroom door, and then masturbate while admiring my mother's skin. The naked mother and the naked me were only separated by a door. When my mother's body got close to me, I shot my "love" for her through the vent.
There were a few times when my mother stood very close to the door, and the semen I shot into her from the vent even sprayed onto her calves. Fortunately, the hot water kept pouring down so that my mother didn't feel the warm semen flowing down her beautiful legs.
Although my mother's body has been exposed to my semen, I am not satisfied. My real wish is to have real sex with my beautiful mother and leave my semen in her body.
Because my mother's female body is so sexy and attractive, there were several times when I almost couldn't help but want to break into the bathroom and possess my mother at all costs, but in the end I still held back. It's not because I'm timid, but my reason won't allow me to do something like raping my own mother.
I know that the only way to cure my Oedipus complex is to get my mother's body. Just once, when I can experience what it feels like to be inside my mother's body, I will be satisfied. But I know very well that I may never get what I want.
But I didn’t expect that last April…
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Last April, I was a junior high school student, only fifteen years old.
That day in class, I was not paying attention at all. Because I kept thinking about the way I saw my mother go out this morning.
My mother was wearing a purple velvet suit today, paired with iron gray stockings and black high heels. This outfit made her look noble and elegant yet with a bit of mystery and hot sexiness, which made my heart beat fast as hers. I really wanted to hug the mother in front of me and hold her in my arms.
That evening, as soon as I finished my tutoring class, I rushed home. Because I haven't had the chance to jerk off to my mother while she's taking a bath for several days, I hope I'll have the chance today.
Of course, I could never have imagined at that time that half an hour later I would be able to hug my mother tightly and let my mother accept my semen and become pregnant.
Not long after I returned home, my mother also came back. I had been thinking about my mother all day and my heart began to beat fast.
My mother, who was wearing a little makeup, asked softly whether my father and sister had returned.
"They haven't come back yet." I replied. Because my heart was filled with love for my mother, I couldn't help but muster up the courage to say to her, "Mom, you look so beautiful today."
"Really?" Hearing her son's praise, the mother seemed very happy and said, "Why are you so sweet today?" Of course, my mother would not take my words as a teasing. After all, I was her child, and she would only think I was childish.
But mother didn't know that my penis was already erect when I said that.
When my mother was taking off her high heels, I deliberately stood behind her so that I could admire her long legs in stockings under her purple skirt. I couldn't help drooling: "Mom is 35 years old, and her legs are still so slender and beautiful." My desire for my mother was triggered again, and I couldn't help masturbating to my mother today.
After a while, my mother changed into a bathrobe and went into the bathroom. I knew my chance had come again. Wearing only my underwear, I quietly walked from my room to the bathroom door.
I looked inside through the vent and saw my mother untying her hair. Her cloud-like hair spread out at once, and her beautiful hair draped over her shoulders made her look even more charming.
Then my mother slowly took off her bathrobe, and the beautiful scene once again came into my eyes. I felt my violently erect penis was almost about to burst through my underwear.
My mother took off the necklace again. When I was expecting her to take off her bra and panties, the necklace suddenly fell to the ground accidentally, so my mother squatted down to pick up the necklace. I was startled and quickly dodged away, for it would have been terrible if my mother found out.
After a while, I plucked up the courage to look inside again. My mother was checking whether the pendant was broken, and then she stood up.
But as soon as the mother stood up, her whole body suddenly went limp and she fainted on the bathroom floor.
My mother had fainted when getting up before. The doctor said that she had "postural hypotension" and anemia, so she couldn't get up too quickly suddenly, otherwise she might faint.
I was also shocked to see my mother faint, but then I remembered that she had always suffered from "postural hypotension". I quickly turned the bathroom doorknob. Although the door was locked, it was a trumpet lock that could be opened with a coin, so I entered the bathroom quickly.
I called my mother a few times, but she didn't wake up, so I helped her up and then picked her up. When I held my mother's smooth and soft body in my arms, I suddenly felt a sense of satisfaction of "holding a beauty in my arms". Looking at the "beauty" in my arms, my mother seemed like my prey. I immediately had lustful thoughts.
I carried my mother to her bedroom and gently laid her down on the bed.
Looking at my almost naked biological mother in front of me, I couldn't help but hug her and kiss her. I remember the last time my mother fainted when she got up, and it seemed like it took her twenty or thirty minutes to wake up. If I seize this opportunity now, my mother will be mine.
In front of a beautiful woman, even one's own mother would find it difficult to restrain his lust.
But doing so would be incest. How could I offend my mother, who loves me so much? And what would I do if my mother suddenly woke up?
Desire and reason are fighting in my heart. She is not an ordinary woman, she is the mother who gave birth to me. But I am burning with desire, how can I not release my overflowing semen at this moment?
The little bit of rationality I had left would not allow me to commit incest with my mother, so I said to myself: I will not "enter" my mother's body, I will only caress and kiss her and spray my semen on her.
(It’s just that when I was young, I underestimated the magic of “sex” on people.)
I finally stretched out my slightly trembling hands, first unhooked my mother's bra, revealing her round and plump breasts. I reached out and pulled down the thin panties on my mother's body. I never thought that one day I would be able to take off my mother's bra and panties with my own hands.
When the pink cotton panties were pulled down from my mother's waist, the shiny black pubic hair came into my eyes. Among the pubic hair I saw the place I had been thinking about day and night. That's where I was born. I was born here fifteen years ago.
As soon as my mother's vagina appeared in front of me, my reason began to retreat.
I have never looked closely at my mother's vagina. Every time I peeped at her taking a bath, her mysterious forbidden area was always half-covered. Now, not only have I seen it, but I have also seen it from such a close distance.
I took off my mother's panties, which had been pulled down to her knees, and threw them aside. My mother's bright white female body was completely exposed in front of me.
"You have always loved your mother, but now you can have her. How can you miss her? Besides, your love for her is not animal desire."
"Mom! I really like you, I must have you!"
In my eyes, my kind and gentle mother has turned into a charming woman. I quickly took off my underwear, revealing my erect male symbol and facing my mother.
My mother and I were already naked facing each other. Looking at my mother's graceful and charming female curves and soft and smooth skin, I couldn't help it. I got on the bed and started to violate my mother.
The next few minutes were the happiest and most unforgettable time of my life.
Driven by sexual impulse, I boldly stretched out my arms and hugged my mother, hugging her hot and feminine body. I pressed on my mother, and my penis pressed on her vulva, staring at my mother's vagina.
I was so nervous that I was shaking. I was worried that my father and sister would come back suddenly, and I was also worried that my mother would wake up now.
If my mother wakes up now, I will not be able to explain to her whether I have inserted it or not. Things have come to this point and there is no turning back. I can only move forward bravely and make the matter a done deal.
I began to kiss my mother, from her cheeks, neck, shoulders to her breasts. Her white and smooth skin felt so good. My mouth covered my mother's red lips again, kissed her and smelled the fragrance of her hair. I also began to caress her with my hands, enjoying the tenderness of my mother's skin. My left hand rubbed my mother's breasts; my right hand stroked up and down my mother's long and beautiful legs that I had long coveted. They were so slippery.
I kissed my mother's tender white hands again, and when I stroked my hot cock with my mother's elegant piano-playing fingers, my cock suddenly became thicker. I can't do it without inserting it.
I was so lustful that I wanted to invade my mother's most precious vagina. I spread her thighs apart, lifted her legs and leaned them on my shoulders, widening her vagina. My penis reached my mother's vaginal entrance, and my mother's genitals finally made contact for the first time. As soon as I exerted force, the huge glans pushed my mother's labia minora to the left and right. Inserted! At first there was a "sliding" feeling, and soon my glans was swallowed by my mother's vagina.
My mother's vagina was so tight that I had to use force to continue inserting. The glans continued to advance inward, reaching the cervix. The penis finally entered completely, and my mother and I were already tightly intertwined.
I entered my mother's body! I couldn't believe what I saw was real! I felt my mother's body temperature through my penis, and found that her vagina was so soft and warm.
This is the familiar place I was at fifteen years ago. Today, fifteen years later, I am back with my penis that has grown and become strong.
I began to exert force with my waist, using my strong and thick penis to thrust into my beloved mother, doing what was most natural and natural with her -
sexual intercourse. When my mother's genitals and I began to rub against each other, an unprecedented pleasure rose up. I couldn't help but curse myself for being so stupid in the past. I had such a great enjoyment in the world, but I waited until today to take action.
I hugged my mother tightly, kissed her like a wolf, and fucked her vagina hard, faster and harder. My glans kept hitting my mother's uterus violently, and my scrotum kept hitting my mother's labia majora. I was so horny that I didn't care whether my mother would be woken up by my "hit".
I even subconsciously hoped that my mother would wake up at this time, because I also wanted her to know how much I loved her. If I could fuck her and pamper her in front of her, I would definitely be happier.
My penis kept going in and out of my mother's body at an extremely fast speed. After thrusting nearly a hundred times, I felt that I was about to ejaculate. I put more effort into her, faster and faster, and fucked her harder and harder, without any mercy. I was so excited that I finally ejaculated into my mother, shooting my first shot of semen into her body, fully and happily shooting my virgin semen into the deep of my mother's vagina.
The warm semen spurted on the mother's cervix and vaginal wall, and each ejaculation was a more intense climax. When I finished doing that, my semen finally started to flow out, and all my semen was shot into my mother.
"My mother and I are already husband and wife, and she is already mine!" Thinking of this, I couldn't help but smile with satisfaction.
I gave my mother a gentle kiss on the face, like a husband lovingly kissing his wife. Then I let go of my mother and let my penis out of her body. I saw some white sticky liquid at the opening of my mother's vagina. That was my semen. I quickly took toilet paper to wipe it. My mother had been unconscious for twenty minutes. She could wake up at any time. I had to act quickly.
Suddenly a thought came to my mind: how would my mother react if she knew that I had possessed her? All I have to do now is to continue hugging my mother. When she wakes up, she will naturally know what I have done to her. I can also take this opportunity to tell her what I have kept deep in my heart all these years. But will my mother understand? Will she accept my feelings for her? Will she even stop recognizing me as her son from now on?
I originally thought that after I "got my wish", my "Oedipus complex" would be resolved, but in fact it is not the case, because my "Oedipus complex" is not just a desire for my mother's body. Having my mother only gives me some "comforting" satisfaction, and my love for my mother will not change at all.
Maybe what I really want is not just my mother as a person, but my mother's heart.
"Should I let my mother know? Should I confess my feelings to her?" This is quite risky, but I really want to take the risk because I really have a lot to say to my mother.
But then I heard a sound downstairs, as if someone had come back. I couldn't help but start to panic. I quickly put my mother's bra and panties back on, covered her with the quilt, then grabbed my own underwear and rushed back to the room to get dressed.
The person who came back was my sister, and I heard her looking for our mother. After a while she came upstairs.
A few minutes later, I went to my mother's bedroom again. She was awake and my sister was there too. As soon as my sister saw me, she said, "How could you do this?"
I looked at my mother and she looked at me. This was bad. Did she already know?
Under the gaze of my mother and sister, I felt really embarrassed. Just as I was about to deny it, my sister continued, "Mom fainted, and you were not even there to take care of her."
This is what you meant. It gave me a shock.
My mother seemed a little weak. She asked me, "Did you help me back to the room?"
My voice was still a little trembling: "Oh, yes, yes, that's right." But I didn't support him, I hugged him.
The mother asked in surprise, "Why do you seem so flustered?"
"Oh, I, I'm worried about my mother," I said.
"Don't worry, Mom is fine. It's just that her blood pressure is too low." The mother asked, "How long have I been unconscious?"
I said, "Maybe half an hour." I started to make up a story, saying that I found that my mother had been in the bathroom for a long time and had not come out. I knocked on the door but no one answered, so I opened the bathroom door, but found that my mother had fainted, so I helped her back to the room.
I wonder if my "rushing around" just now made my mother feel anything strange in her body? I asked tentatively, "Mom, how do you feel now?"
"I still feel a little dizzy..." Mother pressed her lower abdomen lightly and said, "My stomach feels a little weird, too." I think that even if mother felt pain in her private parts, she would not be embarrassed to say it in front of her children. Mother certainly would not think that the pain in her lower abdomen and private parts was my masterpiece.
Ever since that day, I have been looking for an opportunity to confess my love to my mother and tell her that we already have a relationship beyond mother and son. However, my mother's pregnancy made me give up the idea.
More than a month later, my mother began to suffer from morning sickness and felt like vomiting all the time. Later, my father and I accompanied my mother to the hospital for a check-up, and it turned out that she was pregnant. Although my father had a sterilization after my sister and I were born, the doctor said that sterilization is not 100% safe and it is not surprising.
But I was thinking in my heart: "Could the child my mother is carrying be my child?"
After my father and mother left the clinic, I heard the nurse ask the doctor, "It's been fifteen years since you had your vasectomy. You haven't had any children in fifteen years. Can you have children now?" The doctor thought for a moment and said, "... This is indeed quite rare. I also find it very strange."
So the child my mother is pregnant with is indeed my child, and I made my mother pregnant! Seeing my mother suffer from morning sickness in the early stages of her pregnancy and her belly growing bigger day by day, I felt a great sense of pride and accomplishment.
My mother is pregnant with a new life again. It has been fifteen years since she last gave birth to me. During my mother's pregnancy, I accompanied her to pick out some baby products, and I often stayed by her side to listen to her prenatal education for the fetus in her belly.
This year my mother has given birth to a daughter for me. From pregnancy to breastfeeding, over the past year, watching my mother carefully caring for her child, although my Oedipus complex has not been completely resolved, at least my mind is no longer filled with carnal thoughts. |
