Incestuous Family Fiction

The year after my father died, my mother was very depressed, so she started drinking and indulged in the anesthesia of alcohol all day long, sometimes drinking all day long. I really don't like to see my mother drinking, especially when she is drunk, she always throws things around and drives away everyone around her, but she only wants me to stay with her, maybe because I am her son.

But no matter what, the year after my father passed away was the most difficult time for my mother and me.

Later, my mother gradually became more and more careless and casual. She didn't treat me as a man at all and didn't avoid suspicion at all. You must know that I was already thirteen years old at that time, which was half an adult. I knew that there were many inconveniences between men and women.

There are no locks in the rooms in our house. It's because the previous tenants took the locks with them when they left, and we are too lazy to change them. After all, we are a family, so why should we lock the doors like we are trying to prevent thieves? But this way, my mom and I can see clearly what each other does. She often walked into my room when I was changing clothes or taking a shower, and left without saying a word of apology after strolling around for a while. Things like this happen so often that it makes me very embarrassed. I don't like my mother being so casual.

Sometimes I can't help but say a few words to my mother. Guess what she says? She always says, "What? You're shy in front of your own mother? Which part of your body didn't come from your mother?" Then I have nothing to say.

Of course, she paid too little attention to her image as a mother, especially when she was drunk. She often walked around the house in dishevel, and sometimes changed her underwear in front of me, with particularly graceful and relaxed movements. As long as she is at home, she doesn't like to dress properly. She completely ignores the existence of a grown man like me and walks back and forth in the room with her chest puffed out. What was particularly outrageous was that when I was taking a shower, brushing my teeth or combing my hair in the bathroom, my mother would always kick the door open, walk in, and then sit on the toilet and pee as if no one was around, not caring at all that I was standing next to her.

One afternoon, I was lying in the bathtub taking a bath and my mother came in again. I was used to it, so we chatted for a while as usual. My mother suddenly said that she wanted to take a bath with me. I was surprised and looked at my mother. She was staring at me with her shiny black eyes. There was something flashing in her eyes that I couldn’t understand, but her expression was very serious. I felt a little funny, but also a little embarrassed.

I held out my hands, trying to cover my body.

"Baby," Mom suddenly sighed, "You have grown up."

She sat on the edge of the bathtub and took a sip of the wine in her hand.

"If your father were still here, he would definitely tell you something - something that every boy should know when he grows up."

I was a little embarrassed and said, "I know everything, Mom."

I tried to change the awkward topic, but my mother continued to ask me with a smile: "What do you know?"

My mother's question really hit the nail on the head. In fact, I only have a vague understanding of sex. All the knowledge about sex came from chatting with classmates at school about topics that boys like. I only have a vague understanding of sex. So, if you ask me to explain it, I can’t do it.

"Have you ever seen a girl's body?" Mom continued to ask me in a mocking tone, as if she wanted to embarrass me.

In fact, my mother is the only naked woman I have ever seen. Of course, I can't say that to my mother, so I can only honestly say that I have never seen her.

"Do you know where babies come from?"

My mother's questions became more and more explicit. I felt extremely embarrassed and awkward. I stammered and couldn't answer. In my heart, I just hoped that my mother would leave quickly to end this awkward conversation. But my mother had no intention of leaving. Instead, she stood there somewhat smugly, looking at my embarrassed look, as if she found it very amusing.

She put the bottle of wine in her hand aside, took the bonsai decoration in the bathroom off the stool where it was placed, put it on the ground, then dragged the stool to the side of the bathtub and sat down next to me facing me.

Mom looked very casual as usual, with her legs spread wide open.

My mother is not like other women who would cover their important parts with their skirts when sitting down. She likes to expose her lower body deliberately and likes the look on my face when I stare at her private parts. My mother was not wearing any underwear, and I could clearly see the black area between her legs.

Mom continued to do something that surprised me. She unbuckled her belt and opened her robe. Naturally, my mother didn't have anything extra like a bra on, so I could fully appreciate her slightly bulging belly and the pair of huge breasts on her chest.

I was a little shy. After all, it was emotionally uncomfortable to look directly at my mother's body. I tried to divert my gaze, but my eyes involuntarily moved back and forth between my mother's snow-white and plump breasts and the black area under her belly.

"You should know these things. It's your mother's responsibility to let you know what women are like."

My eyes were still wandering around my mother's body. Only after hearing her words did I reluctantly look up and face her.

"Very good," Mom said with a smile, pleased with my reaction. "I want you to look at Mom carefully so that you can understand what a woman's body is like."

As she said this, she knelt down, straightened her lower body, and moved her body closer to me so that I could see more clearly.

My mother's skin is very white. In fact, we have never been to the beach to enjoy the sun, and my mother used to wear a sweatshirt and a long skirt, and she always wore a hat when going out, so her skin is particularly delicate and white.

My mother's lower abdomen is covered with fine, shiny black pubic hair, but it is not thick enough. It surrounds her plump vulva and extends down to near her anus. I know very well that my mother's vulva is very big because I often read pornographic magazines which contain many photos of naked women. By comparison, I know that my mother's labia are quite large and her vulva is very open.

"This is Mommy's pubic hair," she said, running her fingers through the dark hair on her vagina, twisting up a small strand to show me its beauty. "Of course, you can call yours that, too. And look, this is Mommy's vagina."

Her hand gently stroked the slightly bulging beautiful place on her lower body. It was a mysterious place that I had never touched but was extremely eager to touch. I had only had a preliminary impression of it in video tapes and pornographic magazines before, but now it was truly in front of me.

"Here, here, look, look here," my mother explained to me in detail the secrets of her body. "This is the labia. It's very beautiful, isn't it? There is hair on it."

My mother spread her legs as wide as possible, as if she was afraid that I couldn't see her vagina clearly. At the same time, she used her hands to spread her fat labia, revealing the bright red world inside her vagina.

"See that little thing inside? That's the labia minora. Most people call it the inner labia or inner lips. Some women's inner lips are very large and sometimes protrude."

I looked at my mother's vagina curiously. It all felt both familiar and strange to me. I had only imagined it through pictures before, but now it all seemed so real.

But I was a little scared and secretly glanced at the door, worried that someone would suddenly break in and catch us, mother and son, on the spot.

But, to be honest, I am very excited inside now, not just physically excited, but I am also very scared that I would actually have such unclean and dirty thoughts.

My mother's lower body was so close to me that I could almost smell the faint smell emanating from it. It was a rather strange smell, not very strong or unpleasant. It was a bit like the smell of mushrooms, but very exciting.

Mom continued to show me her internal anatomy, specifically pointing out the location of her clitoris.

"Here, do you see it? Here, click inside." Mom pointed and pointed, but I really didn't want her to tell me the secret of the female reproductive organs so clearly. If I did, my life in the future would be very difficult, and I might go crazy thinking about it every day.

"Men always like to put their penises in this, which is called the vagina. Men put their penises in and spread the seeds of love. If conception is successful, a baby is born, and then the baby comes into the world from here."

I burst out laughing, thinking it was quite funny. I couldn't believe that such a big baby could come out of such a small hole, but my mother assured me that it was true, and that's how I came out.

"Try putting your finger in it," Mom encouraged me.

She guided my fingers into her pussy, letting me feel the warmth and wetness there.

I can't describe the feeling of having my fingers in my mom's vagina, it's beyond my vocabulary. I can only roughly say that my fingers felt as if they were squeezed into a pile of cotton, but the warm and moist feeling was like soaking in a bathtub filled with hot water. It was warm, incredible and intoxicating.

My mother didn't let me continue to be intoxicated. She guided my hands to touch every part of my lower body, allowing me to fully feel the secrets of the female body.

I was very curious about why water kept oozing out of my mother's vagina. My mother explained it patiently. She spread her labia wide open to show me the secrets of the vagina.

"See? There are many wrinkles inside. They are called labia minora, but some women don't have them. How about it? It feels quite interesting, right?"

Watching my mother's genitals gives me a different kind of stimulation, which is completely different from reading a magazine. The latter is just curiosity, but the former is full of sexual temptation.

My genitals had unknowingly become fully erect. Although I was still very young and my penis had not yet fully grown, my erect penis still stubbornly stood out of the water.

When my mother saw it, an unrecognizable smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. She reached out her hand and gently held my little brother.

My mother's fingers gently stroked my little brother and fiddled with my scrotum from time to time.

"Do you know why it gets hard? It's natural. It's human instinct. When a man is excited, his penis gets bigger and harder like this because it wants to get into a woman's vagina. Mmm, that feels really good."

I was a little hesitant at first when Mom touched my little brother, but the feeling of Mom's hand stroking my penis was so good that I soon felt at ease.

"Have you ever done this to me when you got hard before?" Mom asked.

I nodded. In fact, I masturbate often, and the object of my fantasy is often my mother.

"You don't have to do this. It's not good for your health."

I don’t know why my mother said that, because I know that almost every man in the world has masturbated, and I don’t think there is anything wrong with masturbation, but my mother insisted that there is absolutely no need for me to do so.

"Come out," Mom said. "You've been in the water too long. Your hands and feet will turn into prunes if you stay in the water any longer."

I thought my mother was going to take a bath herself, but she unplugged the bathtub and drained the water. Then she helped me wipe my body clean, but she didn't let me put on my clothes. Instead, she took me to her bedroom.

"Now, baby, let mommy teach you how to communicate with a woman."

"Teach me!?"

I wondered if I had heard it wrong, and my breathing almost stopped: Mom was saying she would teach me that!

I suddenly felt a little scared.

I have heard stories about mother-son incest before, and I have always believed that it is the most vulgar, despicable and shameless thing that a human being can do. But every time I hear these stories, I have an indescribable sense of excitement and stimulation, and deep down I am extremely willing to entrust myself completely to my mother, because I always trust my mother, and whatever she does is right.

I don't know what my mother wants from me. If it's just sex, I don't think she needs to go through me, because my mother is not old and she is not ugly. I believe it is not difficult for her to hook up with a man to relieve her itch. But now she says she wants to teach me some secret things between men and women. I really don’t know what my mother is thinking, but I know I can’t refuse her invitation.

Mom took off her coat and took my hand.

"It's nothing to be afraid of," she comforted me, "You will definitely like it. All men will like it. It feels very good."

To me, my mother is a perfect woman. She is neither tall nor short, neither fat nor thin, and her age is just right. Although she is not what everyone calls a beauty, her decent and familiar appearance really arouses my desire. Her lightly drawn eyebrows and a pair of pointed eyes are enough to arouse my desire.

I picked up my mother and put her on the bed.

"Are we going to have a baby?" I asked.

"Oh, no," said Mom, "but when you and Mom go through this, you'll understand how to make a girl have a baby."

Then she asked me to kiss her, which I did.

"No, it's not like that. Look at me."

Mom corrected my incorrect kissing posture. She stretched out her soft tongue and gently hooked my tongue. Then the two tongues entangled together. At the same time, Mom sucked hard and her tongue stirred hard in my mouth, almost hooking my heart out.

I had never heard of the correct way to kiss and it seemed a bit hectic. My mother giggled and asked me to learn from her and do the same. I tried to stick out my tongue, and my mother immediately held my tongue and sucked it gently. I unconsciously sucked my mother's sweet saliva hard.

My mother's breath is sweet and passionate. The hot air from her nose sprays evenly on my face, which makes me feel itchy and comfortable. Her saliva feels a bit like lemon juice and has a seductive smell.

I found that I liked this way of kissing. I liked the mouth-to-mouth communication and the feeling of our tongues entangled together.

One of Mom's breasts was pressed against my bare chest, and she took my other hand and pressed it to her other side. Of course, before that, I had never actually touched a woman's naked breasts, that had only appeared in my dreams, so my mother's breasts were the first ones I had ever touched.

My mother is only 35 years old this year and doesn’t look old yet, but at this age, the changes in her body cannot be faked. Her nipples had turned a little dark, and although her breasts were very full, they had begun to sag. Her buttocks became more round and fuller, and her belly was a little bulging due to giving birth to a child, but her limbs were soft and strong.

In any case, my mother's body is still quite well-proportioned. She doesn't have much fat on her waist and her lines are very soft. Especially her thighs are still firm and elastic, indicating that her body is in a mature stage.

"Come on top of mommy," said mom.

She spread her thighs wide open and I climbed on top of her and poked my hot cock into mom's belly.

She asked me to lift my body up and then reached out and grabbed my little brother. I could feel my mother's warm hands guiding my little brother to that source of honey, and gently rubbing it on the hairy pubic hair. After rubbing for a while, my glans touched something soft and warm, and I knew that my glans had reached my mother's vulva.

I felt dizzy because I was about to enter a brand new world. It would be a new beginning of my life. Although I didn’t know how the road ahead would go, now I only knew that I would become a real man, and this ceremony of adulthood would be presided over by my mother.

My mother lifted her legs, wrapped them around my waist, and then lifted her butt up. I hardly realized it, but my little brother had slipped into my mother's body. Suddenly, my whole body, including my nerves, tensed up.

I finally got in! This is the only sentence left in my mind.

The bathroom door was still open, and the sound of dripping water could be heard. The room was quiet and Mom seemed to have stopped moving. Only our lower bodies were tightly connected.

I felt the beauty of this moment, my little brother was pulsating in my mother's warm embrace, and an indescribable warm feeling came over me. I slowly relaxed my tense nerves, my body also relaxed, and gradually I got used to this strange and unfamiliar feeling. I moved my body gently and felt the hair under my mother's belly rubbing against my stomach. At the same time, my little brother rubbed gently against the wall of my mother's flesh hole, and suddenly a burst of excitement rushed to my head.

"Okay, baby, move faster." Mom moaned and began to encourage me to do what a man should do.

There was no need for my mother to urge me, to tell me what to do, or to explain to me the beauty of doing so. I just started to thrust hard on my own initiative.

My mother's vagina is not very tight, maybe because my little brother is not old enough, my thrusts have almost no hindrance, but the stimulation brought to me by the friction of flesh against flesh is very strong.

My mother seemed to be very responsive to my actions. She kept twisting her body and trying to cater to my thrusts.

We continued like this for about twenty minutes, and then Mom asked me to focus on the part where our bodies were connected while I thrust.

I curled up my body and moved in and out of my mother's body forcefully while looking at her vagina.

My mother's vagina is now a mess, covered with wet vaginal fluid. Her plump labia flips in and out with the movement of my penis, and the surrounding pubic hair is also rolled together, entangled on my penis, squeezing in and out.

I used my hands to spread open my mother's vagina and pulled the two labia apart forcefully. In this way, I could clearly see the penis going in and out of my mother's blood-red hole. It was an extremely obscene scene, the flesh hole was bright red, the walls were wrinkled layer upon layer, tightly sucking my little brother. Every time I pulled out my cock, I could see the water oozing out from the flesh walls.

Oh, is this what making love is? It feels so great!

I was so excited by everything I saw and felt, which only fueled my desire to conquer.

My movements became more and more violent. My mother's body trembled constantly from my impacts, and her lower abdomen rippled as I pushed forward.

I held on for a while, and finally couldn't help but ejaculate inside my mother's body. This was the first real ejaculation in my life. The feeling was completely different from masturbation. It was extremely enjoyable, and I ejaculated a lot.

When I calmed down, I collapsed on my mother's soft body.

When I was ejaculating, my mother did not stop me, nor did she let me ejaculate outside. She just moaned and thrust her lower body to cater to my release. After I completed my virginity, my mother praised me for doing a good job. It seemed that my mother didn't mind me ejaculating inside her.

Mom stood up, gave me a light kiss on my lips, and then went to take a shower.

Two days later, my mother asked me again if I still wanted to communicate with her. Of course I said yes. How could I not say yes? That's what I've been dreaming about these days, and I've already had a taste of it, but since my mom didn't take the initiative to bring it up, I had no chance of getting it. Now of course I'm eager to get it.

Now, we did it again in my mom’s bedroom.

Our relationship continued like this over the next few weeks, with us meeting two or three times a week.

I remember one night I made sexual demands on my mother again.

Now my mind is filled with only thinking about having sex with my mother. Nothing else matters. For me, snuggling in my mother's warm embrace and giving my hungry little brother a place to hide is more important than anything else.

I think I'm addicted to sex, and my love for my mother is not the same as before. I love my mom now more than ever, not just as a mother, but as a mature woman.

But when I told my mother my request, she looked satisfied and happy.

She hugged me tightly and told me that I should love her only as a mother. If I only regarded her as a woman to vent my sexual desires, she would be very sad and would feel that she had not fulfilled her duty as a mother to educate her children because it was her responsibility to guide me in sex.

Since we had close contact, Mom stopped drinking and we no longer talk about her alcoholic past, but I know that she must have made a lot of efforts to do so. After all, habits are difficult to correct. If it weren't for the help of our relationship, I think Mom would still be a full-blown alcoholic.

Later, we started sleeping in the same bed every day.

About two weeks after our first time, I noticed that my mom and I were doing things during sex that I didn't know about. As I worked hard on my mother, she began to scream and gasp loudly, and her body's reaction was very intense at that time.

For those of you who are experienced, you certainly know what is going on, but I don’t know. All I know is that my mother is happy, and so am I.

I remember the first time we did it, I felt great, but Mom didn't have such a dramatic reaction like she does now. It seemed like something unusual was happening between us.

I asked my mom what happened to her and she said, "You made me orgasm."

When I understood what was going on, I was very proud because I knew that I had really grown up and could give my mother real sex.

But there is one thing that puzzled me. When I proposed to my mother that I wanted to marry her when I grew up, she refused. She said that if I married my mother, I would never be able to become a real man in my life.

My mother was very stubborn on this point and totally ignored my passionate feelings.

Then something happened that Mom had tried very hard to avoid—she became pregnant, despite her careful precautions.

The fact that she was pregnant scared my mother to death. I think if abortion had been easy to get back then, she would have done it long ago. Fortunately, she didn't have that opportunity.

My mother was worried all day that the baby would be born with a deformity, and because of her pregnancy, we had to move. My father had been dead for two years at that time, and my mother had never dated other men. If other people saw my mother with a big belly, they would definitely suspect me, so we had no choice but to leave.

We moved to California, and my sister, Jess, was born in our new home.

Thank God, Jess is healthy and now teaches grammar in a middle school. She lives a happy life and has her own family and children, but she doesn't know that I am her father.

Of course, this all happened later.

After we moved, our life was relatively stable. When I went to college, I was lucky enough to be admitted to one of the most prestigious universities on the West Coast, so we moved again and my mother bought a house near the school.

Although we still loved each other, my mother insisted that I live on campus and minimized our sexual contact. It was tough for me at first, but everything my mom did was for me and she knew what was right.

Later, I met my wife, Clara, at school. My mother liked her very much, especially when her grandson was born. My mother was so happy.

However, misfortune later befell my mother. She died in a traffic accident. That was thirty years ago. We had sex two days before the accident. I didn't expect that it would be our last time.

I love my mother so much. She is a competent and lovely mother and also my first woman.

I love her and miss her so much.

I was depressed for a long time after my mother died, and I found that the only person who could make me happy was my sister, Jess. She looks so much like her mother, and as the years go by, I see more and more of my mother in my sister. But I know that my mother would definitely not want what happened between us to happen to her daughter, so I just like to be with her, looking at her face, listening to her voice, and imagining my mother's figure in my heart. This can help me dispel a lot of loneliness and give me some comfort that is better than nothing.

But later, the longing for my mother tortured me more and more, and I began to have unclean thoughts about my sister. I longed to start another incest story between my sister and me like my mother did.

I tried to get closer to my sister. I never thought there was anything wrong if we had an intimate relationship that would surprise the world, but I didn't know what my sister would think about it. From my sister's perspective, she was a well-educated woman. As far as I knew, my sister was quite traditional, even a little conservative, especially when it came to sex. I could imagine how she would react if I tried to molest her. She will definitely think this is a terrible thing that goes against human ethics, and may hate me as her brother for the rest of her life.

But I have completely transferred my love for my mother to my sister. I am so eager to possess her. I am very worried that I will do something stupid to her one day. I don’t want to lose her respect for me. But I was indeed obsessed with the strong desire for my sister. I knew I needed her, but I couldn't do this. If I still have a conscience, I should stay away from this home. I cannot interfere with my sister's life, but I know it is impossible for me to leave. My roots are in this place. I have lived here for decades. I can't just leave - but how should I face my sister? How should I explain this to my wife? I don't know what will happen in the future - oh, no, it's better if nothing happens, I won't let it - but really -?

Oh, God—I wish Mom was here!

I miss my mom!

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A few months ago, I posted an article online, telling about my sweet first experience with my mother in my youth. On the one hand, this was to commemorate my beloved mother, and on the other hand, it was to relieve my infinite longing for her.

Because of my long-term longing for my mother, I finally had immoral thoughts about my younger sister Jess, who looks very much like my mother.

You may all remember that Jess is the fruit of the incestuous love between my mother and me. In name, she is my sister, but in fact, she is my daughter.

My mother died in a car accident thirty years ago, which brought long-term pain to me and our family. I clearly remember how heartbroken I was at that time, and sometimes I even thought about death. Fortunately, time can dilute everything. Now, I am beginning to enter old age, but my love for my mother is getting stronger and more intense.

Of course, Jess is now middle-aged.

She is now a very ordinary middle school teacher, 40 years old, working in the community where we live. She has a happy family with two children - a boy and a girl, who are of course both adults now.

My mother and I have always tried our best to prevent our abnormal relationship from affecting Jess's growth, so now Jess is a very traditional woman. Of course, she has no way of knowing that I, the eldest brother whom she trusts so much, is actually her biological father.

We are very close and have a good relationship, but I have no doubt that if she knew that I have had all kinds of dirty thoughts about her for a long time, she would be horrified and would refuse my request, because she is still a traditional woman, especially at her age, it is difficult to ask her to do something out of wedlock.

I am very disappointed in myself. I miss my mom so much that I am going crazy. Now, I can't do such a horrible thing to my sister. I am afraid of losing my sister's love and respect for me. I am really going crazy.