Family distortion is hard to talk about (family incest adult novel)

More than a decade has passed and I am now in my 40s.

Six years ago, due to poor health, I retired from the factory early. Then, my mother passed away, and my ex-husband left

He abandoned me and this family and ran away with another woman. At that time, my children were still young. My son was in junior high school and my daughter was

She's breastfeeding, so pitiful. It wasn't easy for me to raise them. My son is also very sensible. He always asks me if there is anything delicious.

Thinking of me.

I don't have money to send him to college, so my son entered society after graduating from technical secondary school and made a living in another city through his own efforts.

He found a good job in the telecommunications industry and supported this shaky family.

He came home on his 19th birthday, and the company had just given him a large bonus. My mother and I were very excited and we both drank

A lot of wine. He lay close to me in bed and talked to me. I thought he had drunk too much, so I didn't blame him. See

He was so happy that his son had grown up that he hugged him and kissed him on the forehead a few times. But this caused trouble.

My son started to behave a little unruly. He slipped his hand into my clothes and started to touch me under my body.

I realized something was wrong and glared at him. His body pressed heavily on me, ignoring my scolding.

scold.

I was a little scared. I knew what was going on but I was too weak to stop him. I just shouted in panic, "What are you...doing?"

Well...no! I am your mother! Stop it now...don't...”

My pleading had no effect and my son roughly pulled down my panties.

I really struggled, but I had been a widow for many years, and my mind was confused after drinking, and I didn't have a strong sense of shame.

The degree was not firm enough... When an unusual feeling entered my body, I realized that I still had the function of pronunciation.

"No--", before he could even utter the word "yes", his face was covered by the corner of the quilt.

And just like that, I lost my virginity to my own son.

When I woke up the next day, I found that it was my own child who was lying on top of me. I was stunned.

Can't believe this is true.

I burst into tears: "Wuwu...your father is fooling around outside, what else can I do in my life...wuwu...

see? Aren’t we just hoping that you will work hard and have a bright future? You actually... did such a shameless thing...

That's where it went...」

The child also regretted it very much and knelt down to beg for my forgiveness. Although it was because of drinking, this happened

After all, my son felt ashamed to see me, and only came back from the company once a month to give me living expenses.

The days passed one by one.

Later, when I was cleaning the room, I accidentally saw a diary written by my son and found out that what happened that night was actually

It's not accidental, I also have a lot of responsibility.

The child wrote in his diary:

【 I started to remember things when I was very young.

When Mom is not at home, Dad and Grandma are more casual. Grandma often wears only sweatshirts and

Shorts doing chores at home. One day, I discovered a secret in my mother's bedroom. I saw my father riding on my breasts.

Occasionally, I could hear my grandmother groaning in pain.

I was not old enough to understand sex at the time and thought my father was bullying my grandmother. But I was timid at that time and didn't dare

Tell mom. After hearing it so many times, I got used to it.

Once, my father noticed me squatting at the door, but he didn't care. Instead, my grandmother gave me a piece of candy and asked me if I heard

I asked her foolishly if she was sick. My grandmother smiled and didn't say anything else. They ignored the 5-year-old

The existence of the boy had a great impact on me.

Since I was in fifth grade, I have been very interested in sex, especially my mother's sex.

I would go to bed very late every night, waiting to eavesdrop on my parents having sex, and then masturbate myself. I often wake up in the morning and

I saw several balls of toilet paper lying on the floor of their house. The white balls of toilet paper on the black floor were particularly eye-catching.

That's why I became interested in their sex life.

Through eavesdropping, I learned that my parents' sex life was not harmonious. My father had premature ejaculation, but he was particularly

I like to do it, but my mother doesn't like it. I listen to what they say when they make love. Sometimes it's because my father is too rough.

Sometimes it's because he ejaculates too early.

My father likes to drink, and when he is drunk, he likes to touch my mother's vagina, even when I am around.

That's right, maybe he thinks I'm still young.

But my mother hated his hands. Once, when they were watching TV, I hid outside the room and watched.

, I saw my father put his hand into my mother's underwear and touched it from time to time. Suddenly, my mother opened his hand and said, "

Do you know how much it hurts? "Another time, my father drank too much at night, and when he came back, I was woken up by their quarrel.

.

"Come on once!"

"No! Not these days."

"Why not?"

"Why do you say that? You are such a heartless person..."

“Wasn’t it possible before?”

"That was the past, but not now!"

Then I heard them pulling, then Mom whimpering, and finally, in an irritated voice, Mom said

He said, "Here you go, here you go, come on!"

After a while, I heard my father's grunting sound...

After entering junior high school, I heard less because I lived in the school dormitory, but on Saturdays, I still heard a

That day, I slept very late as usual, and it was summer. My mother was sleeping next to me, so I slept in the living room with her.

living room because it is cooler there.

When I pretended to be asleep, I heard my father calling, "Ping, Ping!"

Mom waited for a while, then got up and went into their room. I got up next. It was dark, so I just

I can see a little bit by the light.

I heard my mother say, "Do you want it again today?"

Dad: “Yes!”

"I didn't drink today. If this happens next time, I will make you feel comfortable."

"Okay, I'll definitely do that next time."

"Wait a minute, let's see if my son is asleep."

I lay down immediately, and then my mother came out. I squinted my eyes and saw that her nightgown was already tucked up to her waist.

She had nothing on her legs, only a black patch. She took a look and went in.

"He's asleep. Be quiet and don't wake him up."

After I got up, I leaned against the door.

"Oh, stop touching me, come in. Don't worry, I'll lie down."

Then I heard my father grunt, and then I heard them both breathe heavily.

Then my mother said, "Be gentle, I'm in my stomach..."

"Okay, I'll be gentle!"

"Now it's all right, come in!"

At this time, I slowly poked my head out and saw that the blanket was very high through the light from outside.

The sound of breathing rises and falls.

From time to time, my mother would utter "Hmph!" snort! ' sound.

After about four minutes, my mother said, "...Yes...that's it...just a little longer..."

Dad said, "I'm almost there..."

Mom: “In a little while…”

But then Dad started breathing rapidly and his movements became faster, then he stopped and let out a sigh of relief.

Dad didn't say anything. I heard Mom push Dad away, and then I heard the sound of taking toilet paper.

Then I heard a "hissing" sound. I thought it was my mother wiping her vagina. Then there was a "pop" sound.

I heard a sound and saw a white thing fall to the ground.

"I went to sleep outside!"

Hearing this, I quickly ran back to the mat and lay down. Then my mother came out, and I squinted my eyes.

I saw her with her skirt tied up, one hand holding toilet paper to cover her genitals, she came to me, sat down, and then sighed.

He took a breath and lay down.

I secretly looked at her body and saw that she didn't put her skirt down, but was naked below her belly.

The area where there was black hair before is now covered by a ball of toilet paper...

Soon I had a younger sister, but my parents broke up...】

At this point, I couldn't hold back any longer and tears welled up in my eyes.

Oh my god, this is fate.

During the time I was separated from my son, life gradually returned to normal, but we both felt a lot of psychological pressure.

The departure of his son made the home seem even more deserted. My daughter and I had a hard time. Our neighbors gradually

There were some rumors that I was a lonely weirdo, and many boring people often mocked me. I only have

I hid in my bed and cried secretly late at night.

Misfortune soon struck again. That day, I was the only one at home, and old man Zhang from downstairs came to collect the water and electricity bills.

, I went into the inner room to get the money. Unexpectedly, this guy had evil intentions, quietly closed the door, and desperately stepped from behind.

Hug me tight...

By the time I realized my situation and prepared to resist, my hands were firmly fixed by his claws.

His hands were tearing at my lower body unreasonably... He showed his jumping knife, and I shivered with fear. He took the opportunity to pin me down.

I fell on the sofa... His hands deftly unbuttoned my shirt... I could hear panting in my ears... My breasts popped out

…

My first reaction was to turn sideways, but I was no match for this old pervert. I tried several times but it was all in vain.

The scheming heart, a skinny body and two strong legs pressed firmly against his body, causing unbearable pain in his bones.

Finished! The panties were ripped!

My second reaction was to bite. I opened my mouth several times but missed the target. My broad and powerful jaw remained fixed.

Your own head. At the same time, a foul smell of smoke was puffing out from that big mouth that was like a wine barrel. Finished

! Finished! It's all over! I suddenly freed my right hand and grabbed the place where the smoke was coming out. I was exhausted.

…

When he got up from me, he threatened me viciously, saying that if I dared to call the police, he would ask his son to bring people to kill me.

The whole family - his son is a well-known thug in our community. I was so scared and angry that I cried until my voice became hoarse.

Some bit the sleeves of their clothes hard...

After Old Man Zhang left, I curled up in the tub and scrubbed myself hard, but no matter how hard I washed, I felt like I couldn’t get rid of the

The dirt on your body. I feel like an outcast of society, and even people like this can insult me! But the son

Without her by my side, a lonely woman dragging a little girl of six or seven years old, I could only swallow my anger and cry alone.

weep.

After a serious illness, I couldn't stand my life anymore, so I went to the company to find my son, but I didn't dare to tell him this.

because I was afraid he would look down on me.

My son has bought a two-bedroom apartment near his company, so my daughter and I followed him there to stay away from the

That sad mining area.

When I arrived at the strange new city, I found out that he had worked hard in the past two years and made a lot of money by speculating in stocks.

. He said that I had suffered so much for him, and it was time for me to enjoy life. He also said that when I had more money in the future, I would move to a bigger house.

son.

I finally settled down. I was used to a hard and poor life, so I was really uneasy at first when facing my new home.

adapt. But my son finally came back to me and is still the same as before, which made me feel a little comforted.

But what disturbs me is that we seem to have become a burden to him. In order to save money, I asked my daughter to send

Accommodation. But my son’s biggest difficulty is his personal problem: he has never had a formal girlfriend. He was emotionally

After a setback, the girls in the city not only had high requirements for the family's economic conditions, but also looked down on him because he was a miner.

The son of a worker. He gradually became discouraged about starting a family and getting married.

There was a period of time when the child's emotions were very unstable.

The pressure of his work and life seems to be too great.

He often stays out all night, or comes back drunk and reeks of alcohol.

One day after a nap, he didn’t go to work as usual, but came to my room and said he wanted to “sleep” with me. When I heard this

Out of the little "self-esteem" left as a mother or a woman, I slapped my son in the face.

, but immediately regretted it.

My thoughts became confused. I could understand my son's distress: in the mining area, he was already married and had children at his age.

But he is still single now. His father was as fierce as a wolf and a tiger at that time, and he wanted to swallow me up. Anyway

We have missed each other once, and I am already quite old now, and I am no longer a clean person.

woman……

I was a little shaken and didn't know what to do. But when I thought about being at home in broad daylight... I suddenly felt sick.

Chu, the feeling of shame surged up again, and he covered his face and sobbed.

The son was a little scared, and after saying a few soft words, he quietly left. When I left the room, I found that my son was not there, and the guest

There were cigarette butts all over the hall, and I didn't know what to feel inside. It's as if I saw my son arguing with those rude girls.

She was so depressed that she was going crazy, and it was as if she saw her son contract AIDS after visiting a prostitute outside...

My son came back after dark, and I had prepared dinner and was waiting for him. He found that I was no longer angry and felt relieved.

Come. My son apologized timidly during the meal, but I didn't say anything.

After a while, I mustered up the courage to say, "You can come over to sleep at night..." My voice was so quiet that I almost

Almost inaudible.

My son looked at my face hesitantly, with no expression in sight.

I ate very slowly, occasionally making eye contact with him, then immediately lowering my head.

I was originally a typical Chinese woman, adhering to tradition, being prudent and careful, and being kind to my husband when I was young.

We both feel embarrassed about the act of love, but after going through some things, my son and I have become a little numb. Don't want more

Think about it, just let it go.

At night, I made my bed, slowly took off my clothes and lay down to wait for him, not thinking about what was going to happen.

I try hard to find some irrelevant content, hoping that time will pass as soon as possible.

After taking a shower, my son opened the door and carefully got into my bed...

I closed my eyes and moved my body up and down beneath him, taking deep breaths every now and then, trying to calm myself. From the son's clumsiness

And in the greedy kiss. I know he's really never had any intimate contact with girls. I suddenly felt sorry for my son.

. When I was my son’s age, I was already a mother.

In the darkness, I kept asking myself: Is this true? Is it really my son who is touching me? It's really him.

Kiss my face? I recalled the adorable little guy in the past, and now... my face is so hot

…

While I was distracted, my son had already unbuttoned my pajamas, lifted my bra, and

His hands gently kneaded the breasts that had once fed him, his mouth bit them gently, and his tongue licked them back and forth...

This almost made me die of embarrassment. Reason told me that I should stop my son at all costs, and I really felt

I don't want to have sex with my son. His touch can't possibly arouse any sexual desire in me. But pity for my son

Love makes me feel so confused that I can't bear to be cruel.

When our eyes met, his gaze destroyed the last line of defense in my heart.

At that moment, he calmed down and quietly let his son in. The son's hot body, hugging tightly, clumsy and

The passionate kiss made me feel so strange and yet so familiar. Sometimes my son's recklessness inevitably hurts me

, and also endured it, as if returning to the painful and happy moments when she first became a mother.

I couldn't help but hug my son tightly. The terrible thing was that I had completely betrayed my husband with my body and soul.

After the feeling, a sense of pleasure like revenge actually arose in my heart.

After everything was over, my mother and I put on our clothes silently.

My son was feeling ashamed and embarrassed at this moment. He glanced at me secretly and I must have blushed as well.

I slightly opened my eyes, sighed quietly, and said as calmly as possible: "Let's just forget about it. Mom doesn't want to

Blame you, I really don’t blame you. Just pretend nothing happened. Okay, go to sleep, or you won't be able to get up tomorrow.

it’s done! "

My son breathed a sigh of satisfaction and soon fell into a deep sleep, but I didn't sleep all night. Get up in the morning,

I couldn't believe this was real, it felt like a dream.

After this incident, things got out of control. Every few weeks, especially at night, he sometimes

And I can't help but quietly open my door...

I always have thoughts and obstacles in my mind. I know that my son is also surrounded by guilt and ambivalence.

He felt sorry for me but couldn't control himself. What the hell is wrong with us?

A year later, we finally adapted to this kind of life and our relationship became normalized.

Every day when he comes home, I will help him open the door, put things away, take off clothes, and often sleep together at night.

Have sex once or twice.

Later one Sunday, he took me to the street and said he wanted to buy something for me.

When we arrived at the jewelry store, I refused to go in at first, but only after his persuasion and the clerk’s greeting did I reluctantly go in.

Enter.

He wanted to buy me a ring and asked me if I was interested. I felt a little uneasy and said, "It's up to you."

When paying, I bargained with the clerk and actually saved a few hundred dollars.

When we got home, he hugged me and sat on the sofa, and took out the ring. I even felt shy. There is also another thing

I couldn't begin to explain, but my sitting posture changed unconsciously. In the past, like many middle-aged women, I sat down and crossed my legs.

Stand with your legs slightly apart, body straight, and hands at your sides. Today, I lowered my head slightly, closed my legs, and folded my hands.

Touch the knee.

This kind of body language is not deliberate, it reflects my inner world, I have completely regarded my son as my own.

He no longer has to rely on his mother, who is no longer like the mother who used to frown and scold him at every turn.

Especially when he held my hand and put the ring on my finger which was rough from years of hard work, I could no longer

Use words to describe the expression on my face.

My heart was beating so fast at that moment!

I did not explain then, and to this day, the meaning of that ring, but we all knew it.

At least we would think in that direction: this is like the "engagement ring" between us mother and son.

Then I had sex with him. That was the most enjoyable and smooth intercourse we had ever had. he

With a gentle pull, I stood up lightly, looking like a girl. We walked towards the bedroom, close together, smiling knowingly from time to time.

laugh.

When I reached the door, I stopped, closed it, then walked to the bed with him and hugged and kissed him.

He unbuttoned my coat and said nothing for a long time. Apparently he noticed that I had changed into the new underwear he bought for me -

Before, I made my own underwear out of old cloth. He may understand how I feel as a mother. The underwear is not very

Sexy, sexy is the mother’s intention: Son, I already belong to you.

I smiled shyly and we kissed again. The underwear fell like leaves in the wind, but he was still

Wear leather shoes. When I saw my well-dressed son in the mirror, holding me, a naked mother, in his arms, I felt

An unprecedented stimulation and great excitement.

I closed my eyes and enjoyed the caress and kisses my son gave me.

After letting him touch me for a while, I stood up, looked at the child a little embarrassedly, lowered my head and gently untied his tie.

, took off his son's shirt. When I took off his pants, I felt a little shy, so I hugged him again and

The nipple was pressed against his chest.

He put one leg on the bed, put one of my thighs on his leg, put his arms around my waist and kissed me.

I opened my eyes and whispered, "The bed is dirty."

He smiled and didn't care at all.

After all, the sheets were not washed by him, but by his mother, so I felt more distressed than him.

I took my legs down, knelt down to untie his shoelaces, took off his leather shoes, then stood up and put my arms around his waist.

Maybe it's the ring that costs more than 3,000 yuan that's working? I thought to myself: Actually, I am

There is no difference between a mother and a prostitute, except that the first time payment is higher, and you don't have to pay it afterwards. Of course, this

I think it's just subconscious nerve stimulation, nothing else.

In the following year, our sexual needs gradually increased, but I couldn’t do that freely in the mining area.

Therefore, the new lifestyle just fills this gap. We are mother and son, even if we have a lot of time alone together

, and no one will suspect...

After taking off my shoes, I led him to the bed hand in hand. We didn't say anything at that time, but took off our shoes for each other.

Square clothes, kneeling facing each other. I rejected his kiss but responded to his hands. He put his hand on his belt.

After a few seconds, he looked at me and I understood what he meant, so I loosened the belt of his underwear for him. We were naked in no time.

I still remember one detail: we carefully placed our clothes on the stool beside the bed, not on the bed like in Hong Kong movies.

There were underwear scattered all over the floor.

At this time, I was too embarrassed to move, so I knelt there and looked down at the bed. He came up and hugged me. My hands were

The son stroked his body under his arms.

He lay down, stretched out his hand to pull me, wanting me to lie on top of him, but this time I didn't immediately understand what he meant.

I lay sideways next to him, so he had to turn over and I turned over and lay on my back. When he pressed down, I spread my legs

, everything worked in perfect harmony.

This time my son entered my vagina easily.

This was the first time we had sex in a brightly lit place. I closed my eyes tightly and dared not look at him. I squeezed my thighs together.

His waist, his arms tightened around his neck. He penetrated very gently, and I occasionally opened my mouth and let out a silent breath.

After all, he was born by me, and our reproductive organs work well together. As he thrust harder, I

The body will shake involuntarily.

I was taking deep breaths again, and he patted me gently, indicating that I should relax.

When my son ejaculated, my whole body tensed up and I wrapped myself around him tightly, and I didn't relax until one minute after he ejaculated.

We were very close during dinner. There was nothing to say, they just smiled at each other from time to time.

I haven’t smiled as much as I do today in the entire first half of my life.

A year later, our enthusiasm has diminished somewhat, but we are still in harmony.

What I was most worried about was the contraceptive issue, and he refused to wear a condom, so I had to insist on taking the pills.

Later, he got a girlfriend and I stopped him from touching me.

What makes me happy now is that my daughter was admitted to a university outside the province. My son also got married. I'm back to my mother's appearance

She even refused to let her son kiss her, for fear of being seen.

One time when my wife was in the bathroom, he whispered to me, "Don't wear underwear."

I glared at him and asked, "Why?"

My son found it very boring.

Another time when we were having dinner, my wife went to the kitchen and he touched my thigh secretly. I was so scared that I almost dropped the bowl.

On the ground, he lowered his voice and scolded, "Are you crazy?"

Sometimes, my son would sneak out to see me while he was at work, and I would reluctantly agree, but every time I would be in a hurry.

, he couldn't enjoy himself. Occasionally, when my daughter-in-law is on a business trip or the company has a group activity, I will half-heartedly go along with her.

Give your son some comfort.

After all, I am almost fifty years old, with many wrinkles on my face, many silver strands in my hair, and my breasts are opening.

Begins to droop.

There is quite a lot of fat on her belly, and she always looks like she is three months pregnant.

Although she is well maintained compared to women of the same age, she is far behind her young and beautiful daughter-in-law.

.

But I don’t know why, my son is still very obsessed with me.

Perhaps because he likes excitement, his mother's shortcomings due to old age have become advantages in his eyes.

. He didn't dislike me at all. Instead, he felt a little proud. It was like he was having sex with his own mother!

Also, every time I had sex with him, I did it the traditional way. Since we are mother and son incest, I have a lot of

I feel frustrated and care a lot about his attitude towards me. What I don't like most is that he wants me to lie on the bed and then do it to me from behind like a dog

Get me. My son wanted me to imitate the heroine in porn movies, but I told him that I didn’t want to imitate that kind of slutty woman. At this time, my heart

I feel very inferior. No matter how lowly I am, I can't be so low as to sleep with my own son. Of course, this must never be said out loud.

I thought that the sexual intercourse between us would decline over time like that between ordinary couples, and eventually disappear, but it turned out that

If it is not the case. I think it's because I can't be fully satisfied.

In the past year, I have had sex with my son far more often than with his wife, and more often in the kitchen.

The time is when I just got off work. Because my daughter-in-law has to sell vegetables, she usually comes home half an hour later than my son.

He took advantage of this opportunity. At this time, I am usually in the kitchen cutting meat, washing rice, etc. When my son comes in, he goes straight to

Go to the kitchen.

When I need something, as soon as he reaches out his hand, I will put down what I am doing, turn around and hug him, and then

Then we kissed and touched each other in the kitchen. I prefer to let him touch me, and rarely touch him actively. Touching

The son reached under my skirt and took off my panties, then pressed me against the kitchen wall...

Conclusion:

Although I have tasted some love over the years, the psychological burden has never been completely let go. Every

After satisfying my first sexual experience, endless regret always awaits me. Especially now that I have a grandson, the pressure in my heart

The power became even stronger, and I even dreamed that my ancestors were scolding me. But I still want to say that I have experienced too much pain now.

I have my own opinions, and because of them, worldly things don't have too much impact on me and my son.

In theory, it is incest, but in reality, I took precautions to avoid pregnancy, so there is no confusion of blood relations.

Harmful consequences for society.

From a certain perspective, it is purely to satisfy physiological needs, just like eating and sleeping. It did not hinder my daughter-in-law.

There is no disrespect to my ex-husband. If my son visits prostitutes or I make mistakes outside, it will be a social threat to the outside world.

It is harmful and may cause you to get sexually transmitted diseases.

In fact, my mother and I are not abnormal. The child was not disciplined in sexual matters since childhood, and later lost his father.

He is young and energetic, and I have been a widow for many years, so...

Thinking about it, I have a new understanding of my mother's situation back then. If you want to blame someone, blame his cruel father for doing such an ugly thing.

Things and this cruel reality of society.

But he and I both knew that if we continued like this, it would harm this new home. Now, we have all decided

End this relationship and start a new life. Even though it will take some time, we mother and son will do it.