True Mother-Son Incest (Family Incest Adult Fiction)

My sexual development was a very strange one. It’s strange, maybe because no one talks about it, which makes me feel like I’m the only one who feels this way. I don’t know. Therefore, I hope that everyone can talk about some real things (maybe not everyone has them, so please don’t make them up). Anyway, you don’t need to use your real name online, and you don’t need to show your face or leave your voice. Just talk freely. I also hope that this issue can be discussed as a scientific issue (don’t feel shy about masturbating while discussing it, it’s normal).

Let me make it clear that if anyone wants to get to know me, I welcome you and I won’t refuse a meeting, but you must bring your mother and proof of mother-child relationship.

The first time I had sexual fantasies about my mother was definitely before the first grade of elementary school. Because it was so long ago, I can’t remember the exact age, but I was very young.

I clearly remember that more than once, in my dreams, I said loudly in front of my mother: "Mom, I want to take off your pants and touch you." When I said this, I felt a kind of joy of breaking a taboo. Although I didn’t know the word incest at that time, I already understood that it was a very “dirty” thing. Talking dirty to the mother you revere every day!

The mother in the dream didn't say anything, so I untied her belt and reached out to touch her vagina with an unknown sense of pleasure, mystery and relief. The location was always her office or a nearby playground. But I had never seen the private parts of an adult woman at that time, so I couldn't feel it in my dream.

This kind of dream only happened a few times. Other common dreams in my childhood were about running to a store, smashing windows and taking food to eat. Of course, I was aware of this while dreaming. Or being chased by a monster.

I also had some homosexual dreams, and the objects were usually handsome child actors in movies at that time, such as Pan Dongzi in > (all Chinese people around 30 years old know him, right?). A few times I dreamed that he was playing with the kids who lived near me – playing with their penises. So she walked up to him and touched him.

Until I was in junior high school, I still imagined some handsome men in comic strips, including Lu Bu from the Three Kingdoms, Zhao Zilong, and some handsome and mighty men in picture books such as the Yang Family Generals. I imagined that they all became my wives - male wives, and we would travel together. It is of course very romantic to be together with these handsome men with great martial arts skills. Moreover, they often quarrel over my favor, and I play the role of mediator.

As for sex, I still fantasize about touching and have never thought about anal sex or anything like that. Because I couldn't get an erection at that time. I have no idea what these handsome young generals in history were like; my impression of them comes from the depictions in comic strips. Then feminize their personalities according to your own wishes.

But when it comes to mother love, I am very strange. Because I only have this thought when I dream at night, and it is almost invisible during the day. It’s not that I don’t dare to think about it, but I haven’t thought about it at all. Sometimes when I think about it, I feel disgusted. I was only a few years old at that time, and I had no moral values. As for homosexuality, I hardly ever thought about it when I was sober. What I really thought about during the day was when I was in junior high school. But at that time, I didn’t know that homosexuals could have anal sex, and my penis didn’t have an erection (I was under 15 years old). I remember one time I invited a male classmate home to play, we took off all our clothes and played on the bed, rubbing our buttocks against each other. But it's just curiosity, excitement and fun, there is no sexual pleasure.

From this, I doubt whether a person’s sexual orientation is formed at the age of eleven or twelve?

There were other sexual things that happened in my childhood that weren't dreams.

I often play games with some girls, and one of the games involving injections is of this kind. One time I found my sister and another girl of the same age exposing their breasts in front of a public toilet, and sticking a popsicle they found on the ground into each other's nipples. My sister was also very young at that time, I don’t know how young she was, but she was only three years older than me, so she hadn’t developed yet. When they saw me, they told me not to tell my mother. This shows that they know it is an ugly thing but still want to do it. I wonder how they feel about that.

I really like my sister touching my butt. I remember once during a nap I pulled down my shorts and asked my sister to touch it before I could fall asleep. I just felt very comfortable, and there was no sexual desire involved. My sister always says that this is not good, but she still does it.

Later on, until I grew up, my sister was always very kind to me. Once when I was a teenager, I touched my sister’s breast in the kitchen. It felt soft and comfortable, but I felt sick inside. Especially when I saw my sister smiled at me. I can't think of anything in the world softer than a woman's breasts.

Until recently, I could still see strong sexual advances in some of the letters my sister wrote to me. Once he heard that I had published an article that caused a sensation, so he wrote to me and said: "... there must be a lot of girls who are fascinated by you. Can you send it to me so that I can read it and be attracted by it too?..." There are countless other examples like this. I felt uncomfortable after watching it. I wonder what my brother-in-law would think if he saw it?

This is one of the reasons why I firmly believe that everyone has the desire for incest!

I can swear that my sister is a beauty. If the photos of her putting on makeup when she got married were published in the newspaper, those Miss Hong Kong and Miss Asia contestants should all eat shit if they have any self-awareness. But I just have no sexual interest in her. Although my mother was very beautiful when she was young, she has aged after giving birth to me, but I have always been very interested in her. Don’t you think it’s strange?

The only difference between my mother and my sister is that my mother is strict, taciturn, and protective of her family; my sister is gentle and always puts others before herself.

I have played similar games with other girls. There was a girl a few years older than me who liked to play with me. She would insert a popsicle stick into my foreskin and clamp it, while I would insert the stick into her vagina. Then I would put on my pants, walk around as if nothing had happened, and then come back to take it out. Of course, I felt a little pain. We call this game "Doctor Gives Injection".

At that time, I felt that the girl's genitals did not feel good because there was a lot of dirty water. I thought it was urine, but she said it was water for washing the butt. I actually really like giving her injections on her butt, but I don't think about it in a sexual way. More of the pleasure comes from the mystery.

Our parents were both employees of the cinema at that time, and our activities were also involved in it. Because the children of employees can come and go freely but outsiders cannot, the theater is empty when there is no movie showing. There was a wall outside, and there was nothing between the wall and the cinema except for birds and weeds growing in the cracked cement.

Our family once hired a teenage nanny. Compared to me, she was of course an adult, a very big adult. Maybe I lost my memory after my mother gave birth to my younger sister. I was very handsome and quiet when I was a child, so girls might have more thoughts about me. Once when no one was at home, she took me to bed, lowered the mosquito net, and then took off all her clothes, including me. Then she lay down and asked me to get on top of her and suck her breasts. I took two sips and said it had no milk and was not tasty. She then sat facing me with her legs apart, and tried to push my cock into her private parts. Of course, it didn't go in, it didn't even touch her private parts, and it pulled my foreskin so hard that I didn't want to do it anymore (I regret it now when I think about it). At this time, my mother came back and knocked on the door. She quickly put on her clothes and warned me not to tell anyone.

I really can't remember whether I told anyone about it. Sometimes I think about it and it seems like it's not there, and sometimes I think about it and it seems like it is there. Too old. She might not have had any hair at the time, because I have no impression of it. At that time, I would feel strongly disgusted when I saw anyone with hair on their body. If she had it, I would certainly have remembered it. This is limited to logical reasoning, not memory.

Later she went to work as a nanny in someone else's home. One time when I walked by, I saw her cutting vegetables with a child on her back. She called me over with a smile, but I remembered the time she pulled my penis, and immediately ran away, shaking my head. Dry! This incident tells us about the nature of women. If a woman is cold to you, it doesn't mean she is not interested in sex, but that she is not interested in you. Or maybe he's just pretending.

Sometimes when I read a poet describing a fresh and refined beauty, I feel sorry for the poet: she doesn’t like you! If a woman likes a man, she will not be like a fairy from the world, but like a prostitute, or even cheaper than a prostitute - she can be fucked without paying, and she will be very happy after that.

When I was in my twenties, I went back to my hometown once. I really wanted to find those women from that time to eliminate my regrets. Unfortunately, I didn’t find any of them. I didn’t know how to find them, and I was actually embarrassed to look for them.

There was also a woman who was in her twenties or thirties at the time and often came to visit my house. One winter, she and her mother were knitting and chatting. My feet were cold, so she asked me to put them in her clothes. I kicked her breast in a dishonest way, and she glared at me and gave me a warning. But I didn't listen and stepped on it again, so she took my foot out angrily. I do remember that there was a bit of sexual awareness in this, because I still remember how ashamed I felt at the time. There are other things I would not be ashamed of.

When I was seven years old, my family moved from this small county town to the city, where I continued to study in the second grade of elementary school. The only age group I remember clearly starts at this age. There are many people in the city and there is no quiet place. My friends in the city have never played that kind of game. This continued until I was a teenager. I believe that sexual attitudes in rural areas are much more open than in cities.

During these few years, my parents' relationship deteriorated. My father had an affair, they quarreled, fought, and almost divorced. It is a terrifying thing for a child to see his parents fighting. I had no other options except crying and shaking. They always fought behind closed doors. There was a lot of shouting inside. I thought my father was dead, then I thought my mother was dead. I was almost scared to death.

In the end, they did not divorce for the sake of their children. My father was transferred to work in another place. He came back to see us once a year and sent some money. He disappeared during my growth. My mother and I, three sisters, were the only ones left at home. One night, I was sick and feeling dizzy, so my mother asked me to sleep with her. I wasn't really willing to do it because I couldn't stretch out when sleeping with my mother, but I didn't object. When I lay down, my mother was putting up the mosquito net. I closed my eyes because I felt dizzy. After a while, I felt something strange in my lower body, so I opened my eyes and found my mother lying astride my legs with her back to me. At that time, I was only wearing a very thin pair of shorts. Although my penis was not erect, its natural length and toughness pushed my pants up an inch. My legs were close together. My mother was wearing a pair of white briefs and a white vest at the time. She squatted with one foot on my left leg and the other foot on my right leg. Because I was sleeping outside, she crossed over my legs and reached under the mat to stuff the mosquito net under the mat to prevent mosquitoes from coming in.

Her lower body rubbed against my protruding penis. When she looked back at me, I quickly closed my eyes but left them slightly open. I saw her looking back at me, then looking elsewhere, and then rubbing her lower body on my penis intentionally or unintentionally. Seeing that I didn't react, she boldly lowered her head and looked at my private parts for more than ten seconds before turning off the lights and going to sleep. I was not yet an adult at that time.

I didn't feel any sexual desire for my mother's behavior. Instead, I felt disgusted. Thinking about it now, I feel like I am a really strange person. Because I remember that before my father left, I often slept between them. One time I suddenly had desire again, not in a dream, but in reality. I reached out and touched my mother's thigh.

My mother moved, and I stopped, then continued to stroke her gently, and then purposefully moved closer to the root of her thigh. When I touched my mother's private parts through her panties, her whole body shrank. I was startled, but soon touched her thigh again and slowly moved upwards, and my mother shrank again. This time I didn't dare move, because I thought my mother had to be asleep before I had the courage to do so, but now it seems that she is probably not asleep. So I shouted that I wanted to pee, and my parents turned on the lights. I heard my mother say to my father that I was very naughty when I slept. I pretended not to understand, but I felt so embarrassed inside. Of course I never dared to move again. At that time, I couldn't get an erection and didn't know how to have sexual intercourse, but the action was full of real sexual awareness.

Now that my mother is touching me, I feel disgusted again. Isn’t it strange? If I had been as bold and had incestuous thoughts that night as I am now, would we mother and son have had sex? At that time, the education we received made me feel that sex was shameful, and incest was something I had never even heard of, let alone thought about.

By the time I was about twenty years old, I had lost all interest in homosexuality, but my Oedipus complex had intensified. At the beginning, I would secretly imagine having an extraordinary relationship with my mother, but when I actually saw certain parts of her body, I felt disgusted (because they were not good-looking). Later, it became unconditional love.

Wherever I go to work, my mother always follows me. I often get annoyed with her and quarrels are common, but she just follows me. I often secretly write articles about mother-son incest. There was no Internet at that time. After writing, I would hide it for a while. After I calmed down, I would regret it and burn it immediately. But when he turned around and saw his mother, he became angry again. In fact, when I wrote those things, what I was thinking about was not my mother herself, but another plump woman in her thirties or forties with a pretty face who did not exist.

I once analyzed my incestuous psychology and found that I was not really sexually interested in my mother. More importantly, it is dissatisfaction and resistance to social oppression. I have been living in a place where humanity is suppressed and I deeply hate a certain organization. This shameless thing calls herself the mother of the people. I think the best way to deal with it is to ask us incest lovers to rape this bitch who calls herself the mother of the people. Because, during the decades that it has ruled the country, it has spiritually raped the entire Chinese people countless times!

Of course, there are also people who cheer loudly while being raped by it. These people are born prostitutes or mentally retarded people, I am too lazy to mention them. As for like-minded people in other places, I believe it is also the result of too much repression, but it is just not as strong as mine. The moral constraints on Orientals are much stronger than those on Westerners (fuck Confucius!), and the creativity of Chinese people is also far inferior to that of Westerners. So, for the strength of our country and nation, let us commit incest!

Incest reaches its highest level when it comes to mother-son incest, and it is also the ultimate anti-traditional and anti-moral. I have sexual interest in ordinary women, but sexual behavior between mother and son gives me an intense pleasure of breaking free from spiritual shackles and shattering all morals, which liberates me mentally. Although morality is indispensable to social stability, its control over thought is very harmful. I advise everyone to try to abide by moral standards in their behavior, but have no scruples in their thoughts.

The taboos on mother-son incest or other incestuous acts come from only two points. One is sociology and the other is biology. Sociological problems are easy to solve. All it takes is mutual consent and confidentiality. In biology, we all know that purebred horses are inbred. Although this method of reproduction may cause harmful genes to meet and cause genetic diseases, it may also cause the good genes of the two to meet and make the offspring better. It can be said that there are both advantages and disadvantages. If you can't handle the freak-out, just don't have kids.

Society is progressing, and there is no need to adhere to outdated morals and laws. If you are unable to fight the law and public opinion, just come secretly with a clear conscience.

I really can't think of any reason to regard incest as a scourge.

My opinion is that if you and your mother or other relatives are in love and she (he) agrees, go ahead and have sex! This is simply an ideal state! If you would invite me to visit you someday, I would be so grateful that I would kneel down and kiss your feet.

Let me talk about myself again.

How many regrets did my mother give me?

In the days that followed, some things happened between my mother and I. I can’t remember the exact time or sequence, so I’ll just use a certain day to indicate them. I will write down everything I can remember. One summer, my mother said that a thorn had fallen into her clothes and pierced her flesh, and she asked me to help her find it. I was not very interested in incest at that time, and I was impatient to help my mother, but I did it anyway.

The thorn was real and very small, about one millimeter in size. Most of it was inside the flesh and it was hard to find it unless you looked carefully. It would be impossible for the mother to find it herself because it was right in the blind spot of her vision - at the collar below her neck. For convenience, my mother changed her position several times, tilted her head back and lay on the bed, while I pulled open her small vest, revealing her breasts without a bra.

My mother's breasts are not pretty, a bit flat and sagging, but very white and tender. Her nipples are not the black color that I hate, but brown, and only slightly bigger than a fist. She tilted her face up, and I felt her hot breath on my lower abdomen, which made me feel a little excited.
When I was twenty-one, I was lucky enough to find a job in a very wealthy and open city, and my mother came with me. For the first time I had enough money and could buy adult videos on the street.

This may be a misfortune for me. After watching the third-level movie for the first time, I also ejaculated for the first time in my life while I was sober. After that, he couldn't stop masturbating and developed a strong interest in women.

One day, while I was helping my mother serve the dishes, I masturbated vigorously and ejaculated into a plate of food before serving it out. I kept my eyes on the door, and I'm sure my mother didn't notice. But what happened later made me suspect that she had noticed. Because she didn't even touch that dish! Why? ! I'm terrified!

Another time, I masturbated on the bed with the door wide open. I had looked outside beforehand and the lights in the room were off. The light from the living room shone through the mosquito net, making it white and I couldn't see inside. At this time, my mother walked past my door, and I boldly knelt on the bed and pointed my penis towards my mother.

She looked inside, stopped, then walked in, and I freaked out again. Stop the action immediately.

My mother walked to my bedside, asked me softly if I felt unwell, and then lifted the mosquito net. I was completely naked and quickly said, "No, no," holding on to the opening of the mosquito net. She wanted to open the curtain from another place, but I got anxious and loudly refused her in a very irritated tone, and then my mother left. After a while, I got up and looked outside, and found that I could vaguely see inside the tent through the door! Oh my god! What is going on? Why couldn’t I see anything when I was standing outside just now? Is there a god bringing them together? What would have happened if I had asked my mother to lift the mosquito net? Why do I want it so badly in my heart, but back off when it is about to happen?

Another day, I felt unwell and lay on the sofa. My mother came over and asked me, and then said she would give me a massage, and I agreed. She knew some medical knowledge and was massaging me very seriously. When she reached my groin, she probably saw the hard penis under my shorts, and suddenly stopped, turned around and left without saying a word.

If my mother rubbed my penis with her vagina that night when I was a teenager, which made me understand that she was interested in me, then this time when she was massaging me and saw my penis erect, she should have known that I was interested in her.

But we kept on like this until I finally got my first girlfriend.

This girlfriend was hard-earned, and I have it all thanks to some of my best friends in high school.

My mother's words and deeds have taught me since I was a child, making me feel that looking at women is a pervert, flirting with girls is immoral, dating is a waste of time, and molesting women is an unforgivable hooliganism.

For example, one day my sister said that a man at work often stared at her, and my mother said with disgust, "Shameless!" And so on. From childhood to adulthood, I was influenced by this and although my mating instinct developed, it was suppressed. Like a seedling growing under a huge rock, it bends and grows desperately, longing for sunlight and rain.

My elder sister and younger sister received the same education, but they were not hurt as badly as I was. Because they can remain dignified and serious, and boys will still pursue them. And their ladylike temperament will only attract more and more boys to pursue them. I am in such a miserable state!

Whenever I see a girl I like, I become silent as if I have lost the ability to speak. Whenever I want to pursue or express love, my mother's shadow haunts me, making it impossible for me to express the thousands of words in my heart, and my hands and feet are out of control when I want to follow her.

While I was single, studying and working hard, my friends had sex with countless women. But they have no money. And I, after years of hard work, have saved quite a bit. So I got mixed up with them again.

These old classmates became estranged from me one after another because of my mother when they were in school. Because every time they came to play with me, my mother would call them little hooligans. And every time I made trouble at school and was asked to see my parents, my mother would put all the blame on my good friends, and they still have complaints about it to this day.

"Hey, does your mother still care about you? If you stay with us, your mother won't come to your house and scold you again, right?" When old friends who haven't seen each other for a long time get together, this is the first thing they say.

I interrupted them impatiently and told them that I was no longer the same as I was before. They were skeptical, but I quickly proved myself.

I never dreamed that they had slept with so many women in the years that I sat in the office like an ascetic. When they talked about women at the dinner table, I thought they were bragging and looked at them with disdain and sarcasm. They also quickly proved themselves. At the second gathering, everyone asked a decent woman they didn't know to accompany them. By the fifth gathering, more than half of the women had already slept with them.

I felt inexplicably sad and unfair. At the time, I didn't think about how many women I wanted to play with. I just thought that I was better than these guys in terms of appearance, figure, education and income, but I couldn't even find a wife! One of my friends saw through my worries and expressed sympathy. One day when we were drinking, he said, "Axun, let's treat us. Let's play with women, haha." Everyone who heard this probably felt sorry for me in their hearts. At the next party, they introduced me to a girlfriend.

Before that, they taught me a lot about playing with women:

"You think too highly of women. That won't do. You have to think of every woman as a whore!"

"Be cool, don't be a pedant!"

"We will help you brag. Don't look down on us. Women are stupid and have no judgment. If others say something is good, they will think it is good. One word of our bragging is equivalent to one year of study."

"A woman must have sex to be successful, otherwise she will always fail!"

These valuable words of advice still make me shed tears of gratitude when I think of them! But I was skeptical at the time and even argued with them. A friend said impatiently: "You think you are innocent? So noble? I used to be like you? But I almost committed suicide!"

I know this. He once chased a girl all the way to her hometown, but ended up penniless and living on the streets. Then he saw the girl walking out of a dance hall with another man. He was so angry that he beat up his man and was caught by the police. He was rescued only by his friends who came from afar to help him.

Now, he has played with a row of women. Among them are nurses, doctors, respected female teachers, and enviable female college students.

Hearing his story, I felt like a knife was cutting my heart: "Women, are you really that despicable!?"

Finally, my friends said to me, “Believe it or not, just do what we say!”

As a result, within less than a week, I got that girl into bed and had completely relieved myself of years of depression! This is my first girlfriend in my life. I cherish her very much and she is very attached to me. However, our relationship was unanimously opposed by my mother and friends! This was the first time that the mother and the "little hooligans" in her eyes stood on the same front.

My mother expressed extreme dislike for my girlfriend for two reasons. First, the girl's family was not wealthy, and her parents were not educated, so she was not a good match for my family. Second, my mother thought she was not a good girl, and she knew that she had had a relationship with me. That was when my mother raised the first objection and I said, "She's... that, or something..." in an attempt to win back the relationship, and that's when my mother found out. But she did not think that the woman was making a sacrifice, instead she thought she was not serious.

My friends objected for completely different reasons. They said, "No way? You're calling it quits after playing just the first game?"

"Yesterday I told you that you were smart and that you could learn it easily, but who knew you were such a fucking idiot."

"I thought you had her figured out, but it looks like she has figured out you."

When my girlfriend and I went home together, my mother gave her a cold look. My friends were also playing tricks on me, trying to introduce another girl to me and trying to stop us from dating. The method is very simple. Every time I want to call my girlfriend to come out at a party, they will rush to snatch the phone away, or declare in advance: "If she comes, we will leave. It's either me or her."

In fact, which man doesn’t want to play with more women? I am also a man. I am fascinated by my friends' suggestions, but I just doubt my own abilities. After all, the shadow accumulated over the years is not easy to eliminate. Once I get on with another girl, I slowly forget about the previous one.

My friends outlined a grand blueprint for picking up girls for me: after having sex with ordinary women, they would take me to meet middle-aged women, married women, junior high school girls, etc., and they would let me have sex with all the women they had played with first. I'm so happy!

But things didn't turn out as well as I expected. Among a group of friends, two of them went to other places to do business soon; another one lost his parents suddenly in a car accident, but unfortunately he was a filial son, so he was completely devastated; the remaining one played with women and ended up having the daughter of the deputy director of the Public Security Bureau, and was eventually convicted of hooliganism and imprisoned, so we broke up.

Although I had rich experience in playing with women and had correct theoretical guidance, I still couldn't do it alone due to lack of help from my friends, and slowly I fell back into my old ways. We stopped dating the second girlfriend before we even had sex. The first girlfriend married a man from another place and left.

Kiss her cunt dry and comfort her lonely pussy

Life became empty and boring again. At this time, I had been working here for a year because the company opened a branch in my hometown.

One day, I was sitting in front of the computer playing games out of boredom, smoking a cigarette with one foot raised on a stool. My mother came over and told me to smoke less, which is normal. I just ignored her, which is normal. But when she came over to repeat it for the fifth time, something was very abnormal.

I didn't even look at her before, I was just playing my game. The fifth time I looked at her, she quickly turned her eyes away and walked away. But I had already found her gaze, and when I looked down, I realized that the leg of my shorts was too loose. I put one leg up on the stool, and the leg of my shorts slipped down, exposing half of my butt and testicles.

For a moment I was so embarrassed that I wanted to curse.

I was watching TV in the afternoon, and without realizing it, I put my feet on the sofa and fell asleep. My mother went out to buy groceries at that time, and she had returned when I woke up. As soon as I opened my eyes, I found her squatting at my feet sorting out the things she had just bought. There used to be a flower stand and a few pairs of old shoes in that place. My mother had never done anything there, and the shoes were covered with thick dust.

Thinking about what happened in the morning, I couldn't help but look down at my pants. There was a little gap, and one of my feet was resting on the coffee table, with its leg spread wide open. I reached out and touched it, but before I went in far, I touched the cold bird eggs. My mother's unusual expression confirmed my guess. Her eyes were scattered, she didn't dare to look at me, and she hurried away.

I thought about it and continued to pretend to be asleep. My mother actually squatted at my feet and lowered her head to organize things! The head is too low, lower than the armrest of the sofa. After a while, he raised his head, looked at the door behind me, and glanced at me quickly. I was still pretending to be asleep. Then my mother slowly lowered her head until her eyes were at the same height as the armrest of the sofa, and began to look into my trouser leg intentionally or unintentionally. I suddenly had an idea and started snoring softly.

In an instant, the mother's expression changed completely. From being nonchalant to being extremely focused, from peeking out of the corner of the eye to staring intently.

It was the first time in my life that I saw my mother looking at me with such almost greedy eyes. I will never forget it!

What we dodged and evaded in the past has become a fact before our eyes today!

From that day on, I made an amazing decision.

There was no computer Internet at that time, and the computer I used was the kind that required two discs to be plugged in and out alternately. The so-called game is nothing more than a snake or something like that written in BASIC language. As for incest literature on the Internet, it is unheard of.

I thought I was alone and felt deeply guilty. The only thing that supports me is Freud's spiritual theory. During that time, I read a lot of psychology books. My mother also loves reading. She usually reads biographies of famous people from ancient and modern times, both at home and abroad. She often wears reading glasses and sits under the lamp to read at night. I have read her books, and the margins are densely filled with many philosophical sayings, but it seems that she has not finished reading a page for several days. She usually gives people the impression of being a female scholar with noble manners and respectable manners. You can imagine why I was so shocked when she squatted behind the sofa and stared at my lower body!

Because the contrast is too great!

One day, I showed the movie > to my mother with ulterior motives, but she showed no interest. After I asked her again and again, she agreed to watch it, but I saw that she looked very reluctant and knew that she would not take it seriously.

Later, I found out that she really hadn't read it, so I took the book back and said, "The author of this book is weird. He thinks incest is normal." My mother raised her head, looked over the top of her reading glasses, and said, "I haven't read it yet." I said, "I thought you had finished it. Do you want to read it?" She said, "Have you finished it?" I said I had finished it, and she said, "Then leave it here. I'll read it when I have time."

The next day I found out that my mother had read the book.

I don't know what she thought after seeing it, but on the surface there was no big change. Or rather, there wasn't the change I expected. However, she seemed to be much nicer to me. During this period, I seemed to focus all my energy on my mother. Sometimes I don’t know what’s wrong with me!

About two days later, I asked my mother if she had finished reading it, and she was unusually vague.

"What?" I asked.

"I've finished reading it, one o'clock." She finally uttered decent words, her eyes wandering.

I took the book and looked it over carefully, and sure enough I found that she had underlined a sentence in the book. I don't remember the details, but it was something like "every son has a crush on his mother". Then I wrote in the book while she was there. She asked me what book I was reading, I answered, then marked the book and put it in a random place on the bookshelf.

What I wrote was: At least that’s how I feel.

It was written next to the sentence that my mother had underlined.

When I got home from get off work, I immediately discovered that the book had been tampered with. But unfortunately, the mother didn't add any other words. However, my mother, who was always serious, smiled at me one of the few times that night. I had never seen my mother with this expression before. I was at a loss for a moment. It wasn't until the next day that I was able to calm down and smile back.

There were many such events later, and I don’t want to describe them in detail, but there are several major breakthroughs worth mentioning. I watched pornographic videos in the middle of the night and deliberately let my mother see it. Then I taught her how to use the VCR, and she asked me to borrow some popular science videotapes. It was soon discovered that the marked yellow tape had been tampered with.

I started wearing underwear at home, and soon my mother also often walked around the house in just her underwear. She doesn't have a great figure, and sometimes I find it a bit annoying. So I persuaded my mother to do aerobics. She said it was boring at first, but a month later I found that she had already joined it.

I asked my mother to show me some aerobics, and she agreed and did some moves in a bodybuilding outfit with high slits. Although I tried to restrain myself, I soon got an erection. When the mother saw this, she backed away. I also asked my mother to go to the movies with me, and she went. Her birthday was coming soon and I bought her gifts and flowers. She was very happy. That expression was something I had never seen before.

My mother started to act like a woman, not the strong woman she used to be, and she spoke much more gently.

When she was doing laundry, I gave her a pair of underwear and asked her to wash it for me, and she washed it very clean.

I wrote in my diary: I love seeing her wearing bodybuilding clothes and cheongsam. The diary also contains some of my erotic dreams, recorded in a very obscure way. Many of them are about mothers.

I put the diary on the table and found that it had been tampered with.

On the third day, my mother wore a cheongsam and I said it looked very beautiful. My mother started doing aerobics at home, and I would come out to watch every time. She watched the teaching video on TV and did the movements. I was sitting on the sofa watching. She turned around and asked me if I was doing it right. I deliberately let her know that I was looking at her private parts. I pointed out that she wasn't lifting her legs high enough, so I went over and helped her lift her thighs up. When I saw her wearing long stockings, I said that it was not good for the skin to breathe. She stopped wearing it the next day.

I immediately bought her a new rhythmic gymnastics outfit, but she said it was a swimsuit, but she wore it anyway.

I desperately collected information about incest and cut and pasted them in a notebook. Some of them were borrowed from the library. I photocopied some of them, but I couldn't bear to spend too much money on photocopying, so I just copied some of them. Soon I was mixing real stories and critical research with my own opinions.

I wrote: "According to research by American scientists, humans have an incestuous nature. Scientists believe that incest is undesirable from the perspective of eugenics, but is understandable from the perspective of love..."

Of course, I put it on the desk again for my mother to see.

One afternoon in July 1996, my mother was doing aerobics in the swimsuit I bought for her, and I was sitting on the sofa watching her in my tight underwear. Her figure is much better than before. During this time, I had the experience of touching the base of my mother's thigh and danced with her impromptu several times, which always ended with laughter. The mother has completely become a woman.

When she asked me to help her stretch her legs again, I found that her posture today was very seductive.

My mother supported herself on the ground with her hands, knelt on one leg, stretched the other leg back and raised it, and asked me to help her lift it up.

I saw a brown depression outside my mother's labia majora at the edge of the narrow crotch, with a few pubic hairs on it. I lifted her thighs and tried to rub my swollen penis on her legs, and she seemed not to notice. I squatted down and touched her vagina with my knees. Her body contracted and then expanded. She immediately asked, "Is that it?" I said, "Almost, can it be higher?" She said, "Try it."

I held her knees with one hand and slid my other hand down her thighs to the base of her legs and the bottom of her buttocks.

After a while, my mother stood up panting and said she was very tired. I asked her to change her posture, and she asked what it was. I stood in front of her and leaned back until my hands were on the ground. In this way, my penis was bulging under my underwear and aimed at her.

Then I said, "Oh, I can't stand up." My mother smiled and picked me up, with my vagina pressed tightly against her lower abdomen. After getting up, I hugged her and gasped for breath, saying that my waist was almost broken. The mother just smiled.

Then I supported my mother and asked her to do the same movement. My mother laughed and said that she was old and her back was stiff, so she couldn’t do it. I said she was very young and had nothing to be afraid of as long as she had my protection. In my embrace, my mother slowly leaned back.

My mother's thighs were spread wide apart, and our genitals were pressed against each other through two thin layers of cloth.

Before her hands touched the ground, my mother said she couldn't bear it anymore and asked me to help her up. I jokingly refused, and my mother struggled to get up by herself, but she didn't have enough strength, which caused friction between our lower bodies.

After I picked up my mother, she felt dizzy and leaned on me. At this time I was very excited and boldly touched her butt. After touching it, my mother said there was nothing wrong with her, but her waist was a little swollen, and she asked me to rub it for her. I felt a little guilty, so I had to move my hand up.

After pressing for a while, the mother said it was okay and got up and walked away. When she turned around, I saw there was a wet spot on her crotch.

The next morning, I left my semen-stained underwear on the bed and my mother took it to wash.

After work in the afternoon, I asked my mother to teach me aerobics. She agreed, but was careful to avoid looking at my lower body. I also made the same seductive move as hers, and I believe my testicles had pushed a hole in the crotch of my underwear. I don't know how much my mother saw.

We did the same backward movement as yesterday again, and I was so excited that I asked my mother to dance with us. My mother said as usual that she couldn't dance, but I still hugged her and said, "I'll teach you."

It was getting dark and we didn't turn on the lights. Only the glow of the TV illuminated the room.

Then I asked my mother to dance cheek to cheek. Of course I wouldn't say the words "cheek to cheek dance", I just asked her to hug my neck instead. My mother said, "That's all." I refused and let go of my arms around her waist. She had no choice but to hold my shoulders with both hands. I pushed her hands to my neck and she held on to me.

After dancing for a while, I touched my mother's butt again, stretched my fingers under her crotch, and found it wet and slippery. At this time, my mother said, "Please press my waist. It's a little swollen." I learned from yesterday's lesson and said, "Let me help you clear the meridians in your back." My mother said, "Okay, can you do it?" I said, "Of course I can." Then I touched her back and forth from her shoulders to her buttocks.

"This is the gate of life, the coccyx, and the perineum." I said as I touched down and felt a sticky and slippery liquid. I felt myself losing control and I kissed her. The mother smiled and dodged. I suddenly put my hand into her swimsuit at her hip and touched her butt. The mother looked at me and moved her body to the right, but I still touched her genitals, which was wet. “Don’t do this.” Mother whispered and pushed me back.

I refused to take it out, and she got stronger and stronger, until we were about to fight, so I took it back.

My mother hugged my neck again, and I put my hand into her crotch again, this time touching her vagina directly. My mother warned me in a low voice again: "Stop it, dance well." Then she pushed my hand away again.

We continued dancing, and I kept kissing my mother, who occasionally dodged. I also kept touching her butt, rubbing her underwear to the middle of her buttocks and touching her buttocks directly.

My mother no longer objected to me touching her buttocks, but when I reached my hand down again, she would suddenly stop and look at me until I took my hand away, and then she would continue dancing with me. I wanted to put my tongue into her mouth, but she closed her lips tightly and dodged me.

After a while, I stopped in frustration. My mother asked, "Are you not going to dance anymore?" I was angry and didn't say anything. She said, "Then I'll go cook." Seeing that I didn't respond, my mother went back to her room to change clothes, and then went to the kitchen.

I was absent-minded the whole next day. When I got home from get off work, I saw that my mother was not doing aerobics. I felt like all the anger I had been holding in for the whole day was released, and I sat on the sofa without saying a word. My mother asked me if I was feeling unwell. I asked her why she didn’t do exercises today. She said she felt very tired today and didn’t want to move.

After dinner, I went downstairs and walked for a while, trying to relieve my boredom. A little girl pestered me to buy flowers, so I bought a red rose and brought it back as a gift for my mother. My mother was very happy to receive the flowers. She went back to her room after a while, changed into her swimsuit and came out to do aerobics.

After dancing for a few steps, I went up to her and hugged her. I didn't say we were dancing, I just hugged her. My mother looked at me and smiled and said, "What's the matter?" I pressed her head into my arms and didn't allow her to look at me. After a while, when she saw that I didn't say anything, she came out to look at me. I said, "Let's dance." Then I played some music and turned off the lights.

We hugged each other silently and swayed to the music for a while. I began to kiss my mother and touch her butt again. She didn't object. I tentatively touched her crotch and it was still dry. Seeing that she didn't react, I boldly used my fingers to lift up the cloth covering her butt and touched inside. My mother's labia were also dry, but when I touched the middle, I found that the two fleshy lips were full of floral dew, which immediately seeped out along my middle finger.

At this time, the mother raised her head, frowned and said, "Don't touch me there." Fortunately, her tone was not very harsh.

After a few more pushes, my mother no longer refused me to touch her vagina. She just hugged me tightly and rubbed her face on my shoulders and neck.

After touching her for a while, I carried my mother to the sofa. She sensed something was going to happen and refused me. I don't remember what I said, just something like "I love you".

During the struggle, my mother cried out in a low voice: "The clothes are torn!" I said: "It's okay, I'll buy another one." I took the opportunity to push up the swimsuit with the torn crotch, and finally took it off after much persuasion.

After stripping naked, I pulled my underwear down to expose my penis. This was of course very uncomfortable, but I didn't dare to get up. If you relax for a moment, your mother will run away.

Then I pressed on my mother, and while persuading her, I slowly spread her thighs apart with my legs. The mother whispered, "No." "Be good, you can't do this." "No." Finally, it became: "Mom is not feeling well, can we do it tomorrow?"

To hide the content, I said: "I want it so much... please... give it to me... I love you..." and other nonsense that women love to hear, and explored with the head of my glans. My mother struggled and twisted her hips to prevent me from entering. This was almost exactly the same as when I slept with my first girlfriend. I wonder if other women feel the same way?

"Mom, please put it in for me for a while, please..." As I said this, my mother whimpered as if she was crying and didn't move. This was her tacit consent. I immediately found the entrance, inserted my penis into my mother's warm body, and completed our first intercourse.

The joy of ejaculation is indescribable. After I finished, I lay down. My mother kept scolding me in a low voice and said she wanted to die. It wasn't until I had an erection for the second time and pressed on her that she opened her lower mouth and closed her upper mouth.

The second time we did it for a long time. I occasionally inserted a few times, but most of the time I spent kissing her and talking to her. I told my mother all the times she had seen her peeping at me in the past, but she denied everything, saying I was talking nonsense, that it never happened, etc. I didn't argue with her, but changed my story and said that I fell in love with lies like my mother's, which are lies that women love to hear, when I was very young. I waited until my mother was happy and then I slowly played with her.

At this time, my mother stopped talking and let me do whatever I wanted. I carried her to her bed and fucked her for half an hour. She closed her eyes and hummed softly. When I ejaculated, my mother hugged me tightly, making a moaning sound, and arched her buttocks continuously until I squeezed all the semen into her vagina.

When I woke up in the morning, I couldn't believe it was all real, it felt like a dream.

I kissed my mother awake and kept asking myself: Is this true? Am I really touching my mother's breasts? Are you really touching your mother's vagina?

The mother opened her eyes and seemed confused, thoughtful, and a little worried.

"Mom, are you still not awake?" I asked her. She smiled, looked at me, and stroked my forehead with her hand.

I turned over and pressed on my mother and kissed her.

Our kiss was awkward, our teeth bumping into each other and our tongues flicking around. Later, the mother wisely took a passive approach to reduce the collision.

My mother closed her eyes and moved her body up and down beneath me, taking deep breaths from time to time, as if trying to calm herself.

I want to explain the difference between having sex with your mother and having sex with your girlfriend. I suspect that everyone has a gene that rejects incest, because every time I hug my mother and smell her scent, I have a feeling that it seems to eliminate my desire for her. And another force will arise in the heart of the incestuous person to counteract it. For me, this power is the pleasure of being forbidden. It is far greater than the previous force.

While taking a shower, my mother and I had sex again, but I didn't ejaculate.

When I came back in the evening, my mother was doing aerobics again. I took off all my clothes and sat on the sofa to watch. She turned around, was surprised to find me naked, and blamed me.

I smiled and went forward to take off her clothes, but she refused and said I was obscene, but in the end she let me take them off. We had sex on the sofa and then went to the room. After ejaculation, I lay weakly on the bed. My mother hugged me and touched my body carefully.

After a week, our sexual relationship normalized and we had sex once or twice a day.

Every day when I come home, my mother will help me open the door, put my things away, take off my clothes, and then immediately hug me. I asked her, "Do you miss me?" She nodded, and then we went to bed and had sex. The newlyweds are in love with each other.

Later one Sunday, I took my mother to the street and said I wanted to buy something for her. When we arrived at the jewelry store, my mother refused to go in. She only entered after my persuasion and the clerk's invitation.

I wanted to buy a ring for her, but she felt uneasy. When I asked her if it was okay, she always said, "It's up to you." When I was about to pay, she started bargaining with the clerk and her attitude was very unfriendly. Fortunately, the clerk didn't care, but she actually saved several hundred dollars.

When we got home, I sat on the sofa with my mother in my arms, took out the ring, and she immediately became shy. Another thing that impressed me was that my mother's sitting posture changed. In the past, like many middle-aged women, she would sit down with her legs slightly crossed, her body straight, and her hands at her sides. But today, she lowered her head slightly, closed her legs, and folded her hands on her knees. What made my heart move even more was that her calves were together and slightly tilted to the right, and her upper body was leaning left towards me, which was so gentle and considerate.

This kind of body language reflects my mother's inner world. She has completely regarded me as her support, which is better than a thousand words. How could she be like the mother in the past who sat upright, sternly speaking, and always scolded me with a stern face? She has completely become my new wife.

Especially when I held her hand and put the ring on her finger, which was rough from years of work but still slender and slender, the expression on her face could no longer be described in words.

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 that's what we all thought of it as: this is our engagement ring.

Afterwards, my mother and I went into the room and had sex. That was the most enjoyable and smooth intercourse we had ever had. I pulled gently and my mother stood up gracefully, as lively as a young girl. We walked towards the bedroom, leaning on each other, smiling knowingly from time to time.

When we reached the door, my mother stopped, closed the door, then walked to the bed with me, hugged and kissed me.

I unbuttoned her cheongsam and found that she had changed into new underwear. I don't know when she bought it. In the past, my mother made her own underwear using old cloth. Not only did I see the new underwear, I also felt my mother's feelings. The underwear is not very sexy, what is sexy is the mother’s intention: Son, I already belong to you.

My mother smiled shyly and we kissed again. Her underwear fell like leaves in the wind, but I was still in my suit. When I saw myself in the mirror, well-dressed, holding my naked mother in my arms, touching her so hard that she gasped, I felt extremely excited.

Haha, it’s just like a client playing with a prostitute.

The mother closed her eyes and enjoyed my caress and kiss, having no idea that her son was treating her as a prostitute in his mind.

This is the result of the teachings of my friends.

But I didn't really think of my mother as a prostitute, it was just exciting to think about it that way. I believe that even if my mother knew what I was feeling, she would forgive me.

After touching it for a while, my mother stood up straight, looked at me with a smile, bent down and gently untied my tie and took off my shirt. Then she seemed embarrassed to take off my pants and hugged me again, pressing her breasts against my chest.

I put one leg on the bed, put one of my mother's thighs on my leg, hugged her waist, kissed her, and rubbed her vagina.

My mother opened her eyes and whispered, "The bed is dirty." I smiled and didn't care at all.

After all, it was my mother who washed the sheets, not me, so she felt more distressed than I did.

My mother took her legs down, knelt down to untie my shoelaces, took off my leather shoes, then stood up, put her arms around my waist, and put her face against my chest.

It is worth mentioning that when my mother knelt naked in front of me to take off my shoes, I felt a strong pleasure again! The way she knelt down told me: Son, mom has been conquered by you.

Maybe it's the ring that costs more than 3,000 yuan that's working? I thought: In fact, there is no difference between my mother and a prostitute, except that the first time the sex fee is higher, and I don’t have to pay it later. In comparison, it is more cost-effective to visit your mother than to visit a prostitute. Of course, I think this way just for excitement, nothing else.

After taking off our shoes, my mother and I held hands and went up to the bed, kneeling facing each other. I rubbed my hand on the belt a few times and looked at my mother. She understood what I meant and smiled as she loosened my belt. Then I knelt higher and she pulled my pants down to my thighs. I sat down and put my feet up, and my mother took off my pants and carefully placed them on the stool beside the bed, instead of throwing her underwear all over the floor like I did.

I was still wearing my underwear at this time, but my mother didn't move. She was kneeling there, looking down at the bed. I went up to her and hugged her and kissed her. She stroked my body under my arms and then finally started to take off my panties.

I lay down and reached out to pull my mother, wanting her to lie on top of me, but this time she didn't understand what I meant and lay sideways next to me. I had to turn over, and she also turned over and lay on her back. When I pressed down on her, she spread her legs. Everything worked out perfectly.

The glans was wet and slippery, and easily entered the mother's vagina.

This was the first time we had sex in a brightly lit place. My mother closed her eyes and dared not look at me. She clamped her thighs around my waist and held my neck tightly with her hands. I penetrated her using the method of nine shallow and one deep. She occasionally opened her mouth and exhaled silently.

After all, I was born by her, and our reproductive organs work well together. My mother's vagina is almost the same length as my penis. When I inserted it all the way in and used a little force, I hit my mother's heart. If you insert it forcefully, the mother's body will shake involuntarily.

She was taking deep breaths again, as if trying to suppress the pleasure. I patted her gently, motioning her to relax.

When I ejaculated, my mother's whole body tensed up and she wrapped herself around me tightly, not relaxing until one minute after I ejaculated. When she hugged me tightly, her vagina contracted in rhythm with her breathing.

We were very close during dinner. There was nothing to say, they just smiled at each other from time to time. In my entire life, I have never seen my mother smile as much as she does today. After that, my mother and I slept in the same bed for a year. I estimate that I shot a bucket of semen into my mother's body in that year.

For a while, she stopped doing bodybuilding and seemed lazy and spoiled. It was only after my persuasion that he resumed exercising, and his figure has been getting better and better. Of course, she cannot be compared with a young girl, but compared with people of the same age, or even those who are 20 years younger than her, she is considered pretty good. I also often buy high-end shower gels and skin care products for my mother to make her skin smooth and touchable. She also takes good care of herself and wears gloves when washing vegetables.

The only drawback is that the mother's breasts can never get bigger.

The first time I gave my mother a blowjob was at night. I was already lying down and my mother went to take a shower. After washing, she went to bed wrapped in a bath towel. I suddenly had an idea, so I pushed her down, spread her legs and buried my head between them. My mother was startled and thought I was going to bite her there, and she cried out "ouch". After I licked it open, she became extremely excited and a lot of water flowed out, which had a bit of fishy smell but was bearable.

Later, I asked my mother to lick my cock. She didn't want to refuse, but she seemed reluctant and licked it a few times. I felt that forcing it would not bring happiness or good luck, so I said, "Forget it, if you don't want to lick me, then don't lick me." My mother hesitated and asked me, "Will you kiss me after you lick me?" I said, "Of course!" It turned out that she was afraid that I would think she was dirty.

My mother then helped me suck my dick with confidence. After a while, to prove myself, I pulled her up and kissed her hard, sucking out her saliva and swallowing it. It was a bit gross to be honest because she seemed to be holding her saliva in her mouth for quite a while. But things have gotten better since then. I could feel my mother's considerateness when she sucked my penis, and she kept swallowing her saliva. I asked her to eat my semen once, and she said her throat felt uncomfortable after eating it.

Once after I ejaculated, my mother held my semen in her mouth and put it in my mouth for me to taste. I ate it and found it alkaline and fishy, ​​but also tasteless. My throat really felt a little numb, which was not very comfortable. I never wanted my mother to eat my semen again. Unexpectedly, my mother seemed to like this feeling again. She said, "It's numb too." So later, when she was happy, she would still suck my penis until she sucked out the semen and swallowed it.

We have also tried anal sex, but my mother didn’t feel good about it, so we did it less often. Hopefully she'll change her mind one day.

We tried everything this year, including various sexual positions, but in the end we both felt that it felt the best and gave us the strongest pleasure when we hugged each other face to face. We also tried to secretly go to a hotel and book a room to experience the new environment. I also tried having sex in the park at night when I was traveling to other places, but I found that I didn’t feel much pleasure when I ejaculated, so I never did it again.

A year later our passion has faded a bit, but we are still very much in love. My mother took the initiative to suggest that I find a girlfriend and promised not to be jealous.

At this time, all my friends came back, and I got together with them to pick up girls, and spent less time with my mother.

When I get home at night, my mother always complains a little, but as soon as my penis enters her vagina, she becomes as obedient as a puppy.

Soon, I picked up another girl and brought her home to live with me. The mother secretly asked me if the girl was a virgin, and seemed to care about it more than I did. I said, "Where can you find virgins these days?" My mother looked down on the girl and allowed me to find another one.

The girlfriend who lived together was unwilling to be dumped, and came to our house to make a fuss several times. Only after my mother scolded her and sent her away without any hesitation did we end the relationship. Soon I slept with the second girl, who was a clerk in a company. She is very beautiful, but she is not a virgin. But this time when my mother asked, I lied and said yes. My mother was very happy and treated her as her future daughter-in-law, urging me to get married quickly.

A year later, my girlfriend got pregnant and we prepared to get married.

The night before the wedding, my girlfriend went back to her parents' home. My mother and I hadn't been together for a long time, so as soon as we had the chance to be alone together, I went to bed without hesitation.

After having sex once, I asked my mother to put on her wedding dress, and then we had sex on the wedding bed. The mother said, "How could you be so creative?" while her body twisted around in excitement.

After marriage, life at home became peaceful. Soon his wife gave birth to a son, and his mother enjoyed taking care of her grandson, and she had a new source of comfort.

Whenever my wife is around, my mother returns to her old ways and won't even let me kiss her, for fear of being seen. Once when my wife was in the bathroom, I secretly said to my mother, "Don't wear underwear." She asked curiously, "Why?" I felt very bored. Another time when we were having dinner, my wife went to the kitchen and I secretly touched my mother's thigh. She was so scared that she almost dropped the bowl on the ground and said in a low voice, "Are you crazy?"

Sometimes, I would sneak out while she was at work to reminisce about the old days with my mother, but every time I was in a hurry and couldn't enjoy it to my heart's content. Occasionally, when my wife is on a business trip or the company has group activities, we mother and son can indulge in sex again.

Having sex with two women for a long time, I would of course compare them in my heart, and my mother also seemed to be very interested in her daughter-in-law's skills in bed. Due to her feminine dignity, she was too embarrassed to ask, but whenever I talked about it, she listened carefully.

To be honest, my mother is not as good as my wife in many ways. She gave birth to three siblings, so of course her vagina is loose. Fortunately, her vaginal fluid is thicker and less in quantity, so the friction generated can make up for it to some extent. In addition, my mother is in her fifties after all. She has many wrinkles on her face, many silver strands in her hair, and her breasts are small and sagging, with her nipples pointing downwards. There is quite a lot of fat on her belly, and she always looks like she is three months pregnant. Although compared with women of the same age, my mother is well maintained, she is far behind my young and beautiful wife.

But because I like excitement, my mother's shortcomings due to old age have become advantages in my eyes. Because of this, I truly felt that I was having sex with my own mother!

Also, my mother is very conservative. Every time I went to bed with her, I did it the traditional way. Because we are a mother-son incestuous relationship, she has a strong inferiority complex and cares a lot about my attitude towards her. What she hates most is that I ask her to lie on the bed and then fuck her like a dog from behind. I wanted her to imitate the heroine in porn movies, but she said she didn't want to imitate that kind of cheap woman. At this moment, I thought to myself, no matter how cheap a person is, he or she wouldn't be so cheap as to sleep with her own son. Of course, this must never be said out loud. I wanted her to spy on me and my wife making love, but she called me vulgar.

Compared to my mother, my wife is a hundred times more open-minded. She has tried all the moves in adult films with me. One time I asked her if she wanted to have bestiality, and she said, "I'm willing to do it if you're willing to let a dog do it to me." She was serious and did what she said, but I didn't want to let a dog do it, so the matter ended. I also asked her what she thought about incest, and she said, "It's fine as long as others like it. Who is it for us to control?" One time when we were watching an incest movie, I pointed at the actor who was having sex with his mother and said, "If we give birth to a handsome son in the future, would you want to have sex with him?" She asked me back, "Have you done it with your mother?" I pretended to be angry and ignored her, but in my heart I was scared to death and never dared to bring up this issue again.

In addition to the stimulation of taboos, what makes my mother better than my wife is her snow-white skin. I have never seen a living woman whiter than my mother in my life. What's more, the softness of a mother's body is incomparable. Women’s bodies are all soft, but not compared to my mother’s. She seemed to have no bones or muscles. Holding her in my arms, even if I don't rape her, is extremely comfortable.

My sisters are as beautiful as Miss Hong Kong, Miss World and the like. In fact, they are even more beautiful than them. However, I have never had any sexual interest in them since I was a child. This strikes me as very strange. This is probably the result of evolution after natural selection and is a protective measure.

In fact, in daily life, we can find that a woman will become uglier after giving birth to a boy, and will become beautiful after giving birth to a daughter; and sons usually look like their mothers (reproduction between different races is easier to see), and daughters usually look like their fathers (most people do not have sexual desire for themselves, and the more similar a person is to themselves, the less sexual desire they may have). Are these changes also intended to prevent incest between mother and son, or father and daughter?

After finishing their studies, my sisters went their separate ways and spent less time with me. When we were young, we were at odds with each other over toys and so on, and we had no family affection. I don't know what the future will be like, but if anything happens, I will write it down for my readers.

I originally thought that the sexual intercourse between us mother and son would decline over time and eventually disappear like that of ordinary couples, but the result was not so bad. I think it was because I could not satisfy myself fully. Especially after I saw the first incest article on the Internet, I suddenly felt a strong sense of identification. My mother also watched it, and then we reached a new peak.

In the past year, I have had sex with my mother far more often than with my wife, and we have sex more often in the kitchen than in bed, and just after get off work. Because my wife had to sell vegetables, she would usually get home half an hour later than me, so my mother and I took this opportunity to have an affair. At this time, my mother would usually be in the kitchen cutting meat, washing rice, etc., and I would go straight to the kitchen as soon as I entered the door. If she's not there, then she's in the bathroom doing the laundry.

When my mother was in high spirits, as soon as I reached out my hand, she would put down what she was doing, turn around and hug me, and then we would kiss and touch each other in the kitchen. My mother prefers me to touch her and rarely touches me on her own initiative. While touching me, I reached under her skirt to take off her panties, then pressed her against the kitchen wall and raped her.