Real-life mother-son incest (family incest adult novel)

Real mother-son incest, please confirm

This matter has been weighing on my mind for four or five years, and I have never told anyone around me because I was worried that others would say I had bad intentions. But I do feel that the relationship between my classmate and his mother is not normal.

This has to do with the fact that I went to Beijing for the re-examination of the postgraduate entrance examination that year. Because there were quite a lot of people taking the exam, there were limited hotels around the school. In addition, those who took the re-examination were all students who had no money and were mostly alone, so most of the hotels around rented out beds. When I moved into the room, there was an empty bed. After a while, a boy and a middle-aged woman came in. The boy is about 1.80 meters tall, hey, and fat. Middle-aged women give people a very thin feeling, but to be honest, although they are middle-aged, they should be the kind of women who were very pure when they were young. The overall feeling of the woman is very young.

The boy stayed in the room next to mine, and the girl lived next to us. They said there was an empty bed for a woman next door. Since we were both young people, I quickly started chatting with the boy. Coincidentally, we applied to the same college and had the same major, so we felt like we were destined to be together, and naturally we talked more. Because the written test was on the next day and the interview was on the third day, I had nothing to do, so I stayed in the hotel and chatted with them. During the conversation, he learned that the woman was his mother, and also found out that his mother worked in the Education Bureau of their local county. His father works in some oil administration bureau. They are from Hebei.

I feel that both of them have good tempers and both speak slowly. I chatted with them for the whole afternoon. To be honest, I kind of despise that guy in my heart. He's already 23 or 24 years old, and he still needs his mother to accompany him to take an exam.

In the evening, we went out to eat separately. It was already late for dinner and it was dark. I just strolled around the school campus. At this time, with the help of the campus street lights, I saw the man who lived in my dormitory and his mother walking arm in arm in the campus. At first glance, they looked like a couple. Maybe it's because I'm not used to it, but I think it's quite wrong. How can a mother and son hold each other's arms like this? But then I think about it, their concepts are different, and family members are closer.

Because I had read quite a few novels about mother-son incest at that time, and stimulated by this scene, my mind was full of plots about mother-son incest. Since I had nothing to do anyway, I just followed the mother and son from a distance. It's not a big deal to follow them, but I also found that their behavior was really intimate. They sat down on a long bench in the grove on campus and chatted, and his mother actually fed something into her son's mouth, which seemed to be candy or something. Because I was leading it quite far away and behind them, I couldn't see it very clearly. Moreover, when the mother was feeding the candy, her body almost fell on her son, and the son took the opportunity to put his arms around his mother's shoulders. When I saw this scene, my heart beat faster and I couldn't believe my eyes. Do I really want to witness a real-life mother-son romance?

The woman rested her head on her son's shoulder, and the son put his arm around the woman's shoulder. The two seemed to be having an intimate chat. From time to time, I saw the man's hand move from the shoulder to the woman's arm or waist, as if caressing her. You have to know that it is June and the weather is already very hot. Everyone is wearing short sleeves. The woman was wearing a white short-sleeved top made of some silk gauze. She was wearing a light blue skirt that reached about the knees. The two of them just sat there, the woman standing up from time to time, touching her hair, and pulling down her shirt and skirt. Every time, the man would pull the woman's hand, and the woman would sit back on the bench. Once, the woman stood up again to tidy up her clothes, and the man actually pulled the woman to sit on his lap. From a distance, the man tried to kiss the woman's neck, but the woman retreated under the man's head and quickly got off his legs. At this time, the man hugged the woman with both hands, and the woman put one hand on the man's face. They said a few words and then got up and left.

I saw them going back to the hotel. I wonder if they went back to the hotel to have some sex? So I went around to the back of the hotel and looked at the lights in the room where we were staying. The light in our room was off, but the light in the next room, where his mother lived, was on. I think this means that someone was in his mother's room. So they had no choice but to go to my son's room? Sure enough, after a while, the light in my room turned on, which meant they went to my room.

I was thinking about it downstairs, and after five or six minutes, I entered the hotel and came to the door of my room, wanting to listen for any unusual noises inside. Because it was seven or eight o'clock, there were many people in the corridor, and I couldn't listen carefully. I really didn't hear any special sounds (haha, I really suspected that I was a little perverted at the time). I only heard a few words of their conversation occasionally, but I couldn't make out what they were saying.

I thought I might as well just knock on the door and go in. So I pushed the door, found it was locked, and then used the key to open it. He found that the door was locked, and to express his surprise he deliberately muttered a few words. After about thirty seconds, my son opened the door. When he opened the door, my first reaction was to look at his bed. He saw his mother sitting on the edge of his bed. Her cheeks were rosier than in the afternoon, her hair was a little messy, and the bottom button of her shirt was unbuttoned, and a part of the edge of her skirt was folded inside. I don't know if it was because we looked at it for too long that aroused people's suspicion, or if they were feeling guilty, but the woman looked at me and said that there were too many people in the corridor and the door couldn't be closed, so they locked it from the inside. Only then did I react, I said "Oh" twice and asked, "Have you eaten?" Even if it's over.

Lying in bed that night, he kept thinking about the behavior between mother and son. The more he thought about it, the more excited he became. The more he thought about it, the more attractive his mother seemed to be. In the end, he masturbated while fantasizing about his mother.

It wasn’t over yet, the written test was over the next day. In the afternoon, the man said he wanted to move to the next room and share a room with her mother. He said that the girl living in that room was from the School of Economics and Management and left that afternoon. I fantasized a little more. The man moved over at night and no one moved in next door. I couldn't sleep at night, so I listened carefully to the noises coming from next door. To be honest, I couldn't hear any sound. I could only hear the sound from the bathroom next door.

After dinner in the evening, I went out for a walk again, but I didn’t see the mother and son, and the lights in their room were off. I guess they went to bed early.

I went back to the hotel, stayed in the room alone, and let my mind wander.

At eleven o'clock in the evening, I got up to go to the bathroom. While squatting on the toilet, I vaguely heard a sound next door. I immediately got up, opened the door and went to their room to listen. Wow, when I listened carefully, I could really hear the faint sound of a woman's moaning, and the woman kept saying "be gentle" from time to time.

I was really confused at the time and didn't know whether I should believe it or not. The idea is difficult to accept at first.

But then, I thought it was also possible that the woman was not the boy's mother.

Later, both the boy and I were admitted, and we became classmates in graduate school, but I always maintained a relatively distant relationship with him. Mainly because I had a weird feeling in my heart.

For the entire three years, this boy didn't have a girlfriend.

It's quite puzzling. Could you please give me some advice? Do you think I have read too many incest novels and am overly sensitive, or is this really an abnormal mother-son relationship? By the way, as for the moaning sounds in the room at night, since I didn’t see them with my own eyes, I would rather suspect that the sound was my illusion, although I am 100% sure that it was not my illusion or sleepwalking.