(Reprinted) A night that changed this family (family incest adult novel)

It was a rainy summer night. In the clear night sky, a few sparse stars were silently accompanying a cool moon. However, I left school early tonight because I was not feeling well. After returning home, I accidentally discovered that the door of mother's room was ajar, and coming from the room was a faint strange sound, like a dog drinking water.

Listening attentively. Only vague and intermittent heavy groans could be heard, as if a seriously ill person was groaning in bed, followed by waves of dizzying creaking sounds of the big bed shaking.

But my father passed away many years ago, and I developed a sense of shame in my mind. My mother was too restless and she betrayed my father! But curiosity made me walk slowly towards the door, and I was stunned instantly!

There were two sweaty people making love naked in the room. What I never expected was that the naked man... was actually him! My husband!

He was riding on my mother and moving like crazy! He was like a hungry tiger catching a sheep, and there was a sound of sucking when they were having sex. My mother was lying on her back on the bed, her lower body naked, her upper body half-undressed, revealing a large bra, but it was also half-covered. My husband was lying on top of my mother, hugging her tightly, and exerting force with his lower body. His mother twisted her body beneath him, humming in a dreamy voice.

I watched my husband thrust his hips, faster and harder each time. They were both trembling all over. I was trembling too. After my husband thrusted in and out again and again, and did it for dozens of times, he suddenly stopped.
The whole room fell silent.

Through the crack in the door, I saw the husband lying on top of my mother, just panting. After a while, he got up and pulled out his penis. His penis was wet, and their sweat and semen had also soaked the bed sheet. A sultry spring scene was completely presented in front of me. I didn't say anything for a long time, and my mind was blank...

Oh my god! I'm breaking down!

Just the day before, in this house, in my room, I had also made the same passionate moans as my mother did under my husband. And today, he actually took possession of my mother's body, my biological mother! His mother-in-law!

I feel ashamed, I don't know how they could have gotten to this point, there's no way he could have had sex with my mother! He is despicable! I hate him so much! But how should I face it? what do I do?

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I walked alone on the street. From the colorful scene at the beginning to the end when I saw that every household had turned off the lights and gone to bed, my heart became cold.

I don't know what's going on. All I can think about is the image of two bodies tossing and turning on the bed. I just know that I can't do this! One is my mother and the other is my husband. They can’t do this. They have betrayed morals, betrayed their families, and done things that they shouldn’t have done?

I thought wildly and fearfully. Even though it was a bit disgusting, what could I do? I can't get a divorce, why? I don't know either! because? Maybe it’s because I still need a husband and a home that feels like home, and my children still need a father! Maybe it's just that I don't want to be alone in my empty room and spend my days like years.

When I returned home exhausted, they had all gone back to their rooms to sleep. But as soon as I entered the room, my husband hugged me tightly from behind and kissed my earlobe gently. He blew softly into my ear, and I quickly turned around and pushed him away. I didn't know whether I was feeling cold or hot; I couldn't tell the difference. She had to tell him that she was very tired today, then pushed her husband away and slept on the side of the bed by herself.

I don’t know how long I slept, and I don’t know if I fell asleep. I don’t know when he got into my bed? My husband began to gently caress my slightly plump and firm butt.

At first I felt uncomfortable all over, but he hugged me tightly and rubbed his lower body on my butt through my pants. I tried to speak, but somehow I couldn't make a sound. My husband's hot lips kissed me deeper and deeper. When I tried to struggle again, my husband's hands hugged me tighter and tighter...

Oh my god! I can't resist the man in front of me, his lips are already imprinted on my neck like fire, I can only sigh from my throat. Maybe I am still his wife, he has the right to possess me!
So I gave up...

I decided to give up the fight against my own body. As the saying goes, when you are in love with your partner, you will never want to return.

When I regained consciousness, my pants had been removed by him and were lying on the ground. My husband finally inserted his already thick penis into my vagina from behind.

What else can I say? I can only let him do whatever he wants! I lay on the bed with my eyes closed, my hands tightly grasping the sheets beneath me. He placed his penis in my vagina and began to thrust slowly.

I don't know how, but I ended up following my husband's movements. What's even more hateful is that my originally disgusted mood was actually worn out by my physical desires as he thrust in and out. I slowly opened my eyes and looked at my husband who was still lying on top of me in the mirror. I watched him slowly thrust in and out, each time going all the way to the bottom. My husband thrust in and out very hard, and I was also able to sense the sensation and scream out at the same time.

The husband who was pressing on me was moving up and down faster and faster, and his breathing was getting heavier. Finally, after a few tremors, he lay on top of me and didn't move. My husband's hot semen also shot into my vagina. Finally, he turned over tiredly, slid off my lower body, and collapsed on the bed, sleeping like a dead pig.

After a night of sleep, both of their clothes were thrown on the side of the bed. I used both hands to support myself and tried to sit up. As soon as I exerted force, I felt a slight pain in my lower body, and a sticky substance flowed out from between my legs. I took out some toilet paper and carefully covered the place where my husband and I were having sex, and wiped my wet vagina a few times.

At this moment, looking at my vagina with my husband's fishy mucus flowing out last night, and then looking at my husband beside me, I knew that it took willpower to maintain such a home and it was not an easy thing. I clearly saw it, but I could only pretend not to care.

My sad tears fell one by one... I will never forget that cold night...

It was a dark morning, still in this house, the door was closed, the curtains in the room were drawn, not far away a young man was lying on the bed with his lower body naked, a woman was sitting on the floor with disheveled clothes, hunched over, the bed and the ground were a mess, with tissues all over the floor.

A strong fishy smell filled the air, and everyone wanted to know what was going on in the house.

Yes. The man on the bed is not someone else, and the woman underneath is not someone else either, so what is their relationship?

And what is it about them? …That’s another story.

More than ten years have passed, and I am now in my 40s. Six years ago, due to poor health, I retired from the factory early. Soon after, my mother passed away, and my ex-husband abandoned me and our family and ran off with another woman. At that time, my children were still young. My son was in junior high school and my daughter was still breastfeeding. It was so pitiful.

It wasn't easy for me to raise them. My son is also very sensible and always thinks of me when he has something delicious. I didn't have the money to send him to college, so my son entered society after graduating from junior college. He relied on his own efforts to find a good job in the telecommunications industry in another city and supported this crumbling 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 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. Seeing his son grow up, he was so happy that he hugged him and kissed him on the forehead a few times. Who knew this would cause 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. 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...Don't do it!
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, my sense of shame was not strong enough, and my attitude was not firm enough... When an unusual feeling entered my body, I realized that I still had the ability to pronounce. 「
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 the person lying on top of me was actually my own child. I was stunned and couldn't believe it was real. I burst into tears, "Wu... your father is fooling around outside, my life... Wu...
…What hope is there? Aren’t we just hoping that you will work hard and have a bright future? You actually... did such a shameless thing...
What have you studied so far......" The child also regretted it very much and knelt down to beg for my forgiveness. Although it was because of drinking, my son felt ashamed to see me after such an incident. He 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 then I realized that what happened that night was not accidental, and I was also largely responsible.

The child wrote in his diary:

I started remembering things when I was very young. Dad and grandma are more casual when mom is not at home.
My grandmother often does housework at home in just a sweatshirt and shorts in the summer.

One day, I discovered a secret in my mother's bedroom. I saw my father riding on my grandmother, and occasionally heard her groaning in pain. I was not old enough to understand sex at that time, and I thought my father was bullying my grandmother. But I was timid at that time and didn't dare to tell my mother. 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 what I heard. I stupidly asked her if she was sick. My grandmother smiled and didn't say anything else.

They ignored the existence of the 5-year-old boy, but this incident had a great impact on me. Since the fifth grade, I have had a strong interest 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.

When I woke up in the morning, I often 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 conspicuous. 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 particularly enjoyed doing it, while my mother did not like it very much. I listened to what they said when they were having sex. Sometimes it was because my father was too rough, and sometimes it was because he ejaculated too early.

My father likes to drink, and after drinking too much, he likes to touch my mother's vagina. He does this even when I am around. 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 peeked. 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. When he came back, I was woken up by their quarrel. "Let's do it!"

"No, not these days."

"Why not?"

"Why do you think so, you heartless person..."

“Wasn’t it possible before?”

"That was the past, but not now!"

Then I heard them pulling, followed by my mother's sobbing, and finally, she said in an angry voice: "Here you go, here you go, come on!" After a while, I heard my father's grunting sound...

After I entered junior high school, I heard it less often because I lived in the school dormitory, but I still heard it once on a Saturday. I also went to bed very late that day, and it was summer. My mother was sleeping next to me, so my mother and I slept in the living room because it was cooler there.

When I pretended to be asleep, I heard my father calling, "Ping, Ping!" My mother waited for a while, then got up and went into their room. I got up too. It was very dark, so I could only see a little with the help of 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 our son is asleep." I lay down immediately, and then my mother came out. I squinted my eyes and saw that her nightgown had been tucked into her waist, and she was wearing nothing between 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 be anxious, I'll lie down." Then I heard my father grunt, and then I heard them both breathing heavily.

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

"Okay, I'll be gentle!"

"It's okay now, come in!" At this time I slowly leaned my head forward and looked out. Through the light from outside I saw that the blanket was very high, rising and falling with my father's breathing.

My mother made a "hum, hum!" sound from time to time.

After about four minutes, the mother said, "...Yes...that's it...a little longer...he kisses daddy..."

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. Along with the sound of "Get up", I heard Mom push Dad away. Then I heard the sound of taking toilet paper, and then I heard a "hissing" sound. I thought maybe Mom was wiping her vagina. Then with a "pop", I saw a ball of white stuff fall to the ground.

"I'm going to sleep outside!" Hearing this, I quickly ran back to the mat and lay down. Then my mother came out. I squinted my eyes and saw her wearing a skirt, holding toilet paper to cover her vagina. She came to me.
She sat down, then sighed and lay down. I secretly looked at her body and saw that she didn't put down her skirt, but was naked below her belly. The place where there was black hair before was now covered by a ball of toilet paper... Soon I had a younger sister, but my parents broke up...
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Seeing this, 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 very hard life. The neighbors gradually started to spread rumors that I was a lonely weirdo. Many bored people often mocked me. I could only hide in my bed and cry secretly late at night.

Misfortune soon struck again.

That day, I was the only one at home. Old man Zhang from downstairs came to collect the water and electricity bills, and I went into the inner room to get the money.
Unexpectedly, this guy had evil intentions. He quietly closed the door and hugged me tightly from behind regardless of everything...

By the time I realized my situation and prepared to resist, my hands had been firmly fixed by his claws, and his other hand was tearing at my lower body unreasonably... He showed his jumping knife, and I shivered with fear. He took the opportunity to push me down on the sofa... His hands deftly unbuttoned my clothes... I could hear panting in my ears... and my breasts popped out...

My first reaction was to turn sideways, but I was no match for this old pervert. Several attempts were in vain. His skinny body and two strong legs pressed against me tightly, causing my bones to ache unbearably.

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 always kept my head fixed. 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 smelled. 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 my entire family - his son was a well-known gangster in our community. I was so scared and angry that I cried until my voice became hoarse. I could only bite the sleeve of my clothes hard...

After Old Man Zhang left, I curled up in the bathtub and scrubbed my body desperately, but no matter how hard I washed, I felt like I couldn't wash off the dirt on my body. I feel like an outcast of society, and even people like this can insult me! But my son was not around, and I was a lonely woman dragging a little girl of six or seven years old. I could only swallow my anger and cry alone.

After a serious illness, I couldn't stand my life anymore, so I went to the company to find him, but I didn't dare tell him about it because I was afraid he would look down on me.

My son had bought a two-bedroom apartment near his company, so my daughter and I followed him and moved away from that sad mining area. When I arrived at the unfamiliar new city, I found out that he had worked hard in the past two years and made a lot of money by stock trading.

He said that I had suffered so much for him and it was time for me to enjoy myself. He also said that we would move to a bigger house when we had more money in the future. I finally settled down there. Having been used to a hard and poor life, I really didn't feel used to my new home at first. 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 let my daughter live in the school. But my son’s biggest difficulty is his personal problem: he has never had a formal girlfriend. He suffered setbacks in his love lives again and again. The girls in the city not only had very high requirements for his family's economic conditions, but even looked down on him for being the son of a miner. 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 first heard these words, out of the little remaining "self-esteem" of a mother or a woman, I slapped my son, but I 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, my mother and I have missed each other once, and I am already an old woman now, and I can no longer be considered a clean woman... I was a little hesitant and didn't know what to do.

But when I thought about what had happened in the broad daylight at home... I suddenly felt nauseous and ashamed, and I covered my face and sobbed. The son was a little scared, and after saying a few soft words, he quietly left. When I walked out of the room, I found that my son was not there and there were cigarette butts all over the living room. I felt a mixture of sweet and sour feelings inside. It was as if I saw my son quarreling with those arrogant girls and feeling so frustrated that he went crazy. It was also as if I saw my son contracting AIDS after visiting prostitutes outside...

My son came back after dark, and I had prepared dinner and was waiting for him. He noticed that I was no longer angry and felt relieved. My son apologized timidly during the meal, but I didn't say anything. After a while, I mustered up the courage to say, "Tonight...
You can come over to sleep at night...", her voice was so soft that it was 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 traditions, being dutiful and prudent. When I was young, I felt embarrassed by my husband's loving behavior. But after some things happened to each of us, my son and I became numb. I don't want to think about it anymore, so just let it go.

At night, I made my bed, slowly took off my clothes and lay down to wait for him. I didn't think about what was going to happen. I tried to find some irrelevant things in my mind, hoping that time would pass as quickly as possible. After taking a shower, my son opened the door and carefully got into my bed... I closed my eyes, my body moved up and down under him, and I took deep breaths from time to time, trying to calm myself down.

From her son's clumsy and 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? Is he really kissing my face?

I recalled the lovable little guy in the past, and now... my face is so hot... Just when I was distracted, my son had fumbled to unbutton my pajamas, lifted up my bra, and gently kneaded the breasts that had fed him with his hands, bit them lightly with his mouth, and licked them back and forth with his tongue...

This almost made me die of embarrassment. Reason told me that I should stop my son at all costs. In my heart, I really didn't want to have sex with my son. His touch could not arouse my sexual desire. But my love for my son made me feel so confused that I couldn't bear to do it.

When our eyes met, his gaze destroyed the last line of defense in my heart. At the moment I made up my mind, I calmed down and silently let my son in. My son's hot body, the tight embrace, and the clumsy yet passionate kiss made me feel so strange and yet so familiar.

Sometimes my son’s recklessness inevitably hurts me, but I endure it, as if I am back to the painful and happy moments when I first became a mother. I couldn't help but hug my son tightly. The scary thing was that after feeling like I had completely betrayed my husband both physically and spiritually, a sense of pleasure like revenge actually rose 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 stole a glance at me. I was definitely blushing, and my body trembled for a moment. Then I slightly opened my eyes and sighed softly.
I said as calmly as possible, "Let it be. Mom doesn't blame you, really doesn't blame you. Just pretend nothing happened. Okay, go to bed, or it will be bad if you can't get up tomorrow!" My son breathed a sigh of satisfaction and soon fell into a deep sleep, but I didn't sleep all night. When I woke up in the morning, I couldn't believe it was all real, it felt like a dream.

After this incident, things got out of control. Every few weeks, especially at night, he would sometimes inevitably push open my door quietly...

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 came home, I would help him open the door, put his things away, and take off his clothes. We would often sleep together at night and have sex once or twice a week.

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 invitation did I reluctantly go in.

He wanted to buy a ring for me and asked me if I was interested. I felt a little uneasy and said, "It's up to you." When I was about to pay, 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. Another thing that I find difficult to talk about is that my sitting posture has changed unconsciously.

In the past, like many middle-aged women, I sat down with my legs slightly crossed, my body straight, and my hands at my sides. But today, she lowered her head slightly, closed her legs, and folded her hands on her knees.

This kind of body language is not deliberate. It reflects my inner world. I have completely regarded my son as my own support. I am 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 work, there are no 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 gave me a gentle pull, and I stood up briskly, looking like a young girl. We walked towards the bedroom close together, smiling knowingly at each other from time to time.

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. He obviously noticed that I had changed into the new underwear he bought for me - before, I had made my own underwear using old cloth. He may understand how I feel as a mother. The underwear is not very sexy, what is sexy is the mother’s intention: Son, I already belong to you.

I smiled shyly and we kissed again. His underwear fell like leaves in the wind, but he was still in his suit. When I saw my well-dressed son in the mirror, holding me, his 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 straight, looked at the child somewhat embarrassedly, bent down and gently unbuttoned his tie, and took off my son's shirt. When I took off his pants, I couldn't help feeling a little shy, so I had to hug him again and press my breasts 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 with self-mockery: Actually, there is no difference between my mother and a prostitute, except that the first time payment is higher, and I don't have to pay it later. Of course, thinking this way is just a subconscious nerve stimulation and has no other meaning.

In the following year, our sexual needs gradually increased, but I couldn't be so free at the mining area at that time. The new lifestyle just filled this gap. We are mother and son, so even if we spend a lot of time alone together, no one would suspect us...

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 each other's clothes and knelt facing each other. I rejected his kiss but responded to his hands. He stroked his belt a few times and looked at me. I understood what he meant and loosened his underwear belt for him. We were naked in no time.
I still remember one detail. We carefully placed our clothes on the stool beside the bed, instead of having underwear scattered all over the floor like in Hong Kong movies.

At this time, I was too embarrassed to move, so I knelt there and looked down at the bed. He came up to me and hugged me, and I put my hands under my son's arms and stroked his body.

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 and everything went perfectly.

This time my son entered my vagina easily.

This was the first time for us mother and son to have sex in a brightly lit place. I closed my eyes tightly and dared not look at him. I clamped my thighs around his waist and held his neck tightly with my hands. 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. When he thrust harder, my body would 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 resumed my motherly behavior and refused to let my son kiss me even once, 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 felt very bored. 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 and said in a low voice, "Are you crazy?"

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

After all, I am almost fifty years old. There are many wrinkles on my face, many silver strands in my hair, and my breasts are beginning to sag. 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,
She is well maintained, but compared with her young and beautiful daughter-in-law, she is far behind.

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. Because we are a mother-son incestuous relationship, I feel very frustrated and care a lot about his attitude towards me. What I hate most is that he wants me to lie on the bed and then fucks me like a dog from behind.

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 that time, I felt very inferior. No matter how lowly a person is, he or she would not be so low as to sleep with his or her own son. Of course, this must never be said out loud.

I originally thought that the sexual intercourse between my mother and me would decline over time and eventually disappear like that between ordinary couples, but the result was not like that. 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 we have had sex more often in the kitchen than in bed, and right after get off work. Because my daughter-in-law has to sell vegetables, she usually comes home half an hour later than my son, so he and I take advantage of this opportunity. At this time, I am usually in the kitchen cutting meat, washing rice, etc., and my son goes straight to the kitchen as soon as he comes home.

When I needed something, he would reach out his hand and I would put down what I was doing, turn around and hug him, and then we would kiss and touch each other in the kitchen. I prefer to let him touch me, and rarely touch him actively. While touching my son, he 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 time after having sex, endless regret always awaits me. Especially now that I have grandchildren,
The pressure in my heart became even greater, and I even dreamed that my ancestors were scolding me.

But I still want to say that after experiencing so much pain, I now have my own opinions. It is precisely because of my own opinions that all worldly things do not have too much impact on me and my son. Theoretically it is incest, but in fact I have taken measures to prevent myself from getting pregnant, so there is no result of confusing blood ties and harming society. From a certain perspective, it is purely satisfying physiological needs, just like eating and sleeping. It does not hinder my daughter-in-law, nor is it disrespectful to my ex-husband. If my son goes out to visit prostitutes or I make mistakes outside, it will be harmful to the society and I may 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 was young and energetic, and I had been a widow for many years, so... Thinking about it, I had a new understanding of my mother's situation back then. If you want to blame someone, blame his cruel father for his ugly deeds and this cruel and realistic society.

But he and I both knew that if we continued like this, it would harm this new home. Now, we have all made up our minds! It's to let you share more of my favorites