The Moon Represents My Incestuous Heart (Adult novel adapted from anime)

Looking back on my three years of high school, there were a lot of hardships, but also a lot of happiness. All of this happiness was given to me by my mother because she loved me very much.

My mother gave birth to me when she was 25 years old. Now I am almost 50 years old. Time has left ruthless traces on me, but I am better maintained than those women in their 40s. She is a little fat, her breasts are a little saggy, and her belly is a little protruding, but her skin is very good and there are few wrinkles on her face. At least in my eyes she is the most beautiful mother in the world.

My family has a good relationship, and my parents are very harmonious, but I always feel that my mother is particularly good to me, maybe because

Since I am the flesh and blood of her body, naturally I should kiss her more.

Since I entered high school, I have been under a lot of pressure from homework and often go to bed late at night.

He asked me to drink a glass of hot milk before going to bed, saying it would help me sleep.

But I have a better way: masturbate before going to bed. I feel very tired after every ejaculation, naturally

I can fall asleep quickly and sleep soundly. As for masturbation, the objects of imagination are mostly celebrities, such as Kelly Chen, Twins or others. But one time I dreamed of having sex with my mother and had a nocturnal emission. Since then, my mother has become my masturbation opponent. Those so-called stars are no match for my dearest mother.

In my fantasy about my mother, the first year of high school passed quickly. When I was in the second year of high school, I was assigned to the liberal arts class.

Those girls chattering all day long gave me a better understanding of my mother's mature beauty. I masturbated more frequently. Because I was only thinking about my mother's health the whole day, my grades dropped rapidly. The teacher invited my father to the school, hoping that my parents would cooperate with the school to find out the reason for my declining grades. After all, I had a good chance of being admitted to a key university. After Dad came back, he discussed the matter with Mom and didn’t say anything to me. He just told me to focus on my studies. I think they had no idea why I was doing this, but I still deeply felt their concern and love. Especially my mother, all I see in her eyes is love.

Since then I have tried hard to study well, but I can't change the habit of masturbating at night because I love my mother too much.

One night in the second semester of my sophomore year, my dad was on a business trip and I was studying alone in my room while my mom was probably watching TV. After I finished my homework, I couldn't help but take out my mother's photo to masturbate. The photo was taken by me for my mother at home not long ago. The mother in the photo was smiling. I looked at her, hoping to see through her clothes, and my hands moved quickly in my pants. Just then, my mother pushed the door open. My desk was facing away from the door, so I had no idea. I'm still going. But when I heard that familiar voice say in surprise: "What are you doing?", I had already ejaculated with a gasp. I turned around and saw my mother's surprised and a little angry look. I was so scared that I didn't know what to say for a moment. Of course Mom knew what I was doing, but when she saw her photo on the table, her face turned red all the way to her ears. When she saw me standing there blankly, she said, "Why don't you go and clean yourself up." I almost ran to the bathroom, took out my dick, and wiped it clean, but I didn't bring my underwear in, so I had to wipe the thick semen off my underwear again.

When I returned to the room, my mother was sitting on my bed. When she saw me come in, she waved me to sit next to her, and then asked me gently: "Do you often do this?" I said: "Yes, Mom, please don't be angry with me, okay?" Mom smiled and said: "How could that be? Mom also knows that you have grown up, but this kind of thing can't happen too often, it will hurt your body."

When I saw that my mother was not angry, I immediately felt relieved. My mother asked again: "Why do you take my photo?" I replied shyly: "I love you so much, so I think of you every time." "Silly child, what are you thinking about? I am your mother. Besides, if you keep doing this, it will affect your studies. Don't do it again in the future, do you hear me?" "Oh, I know."

Then, my mother said something that I still remember vividly: "Good boy, you must study hard. I am counting on you. As long as you study hard, if you have any...difficulties, I will help you solve them." I looked into my mother's eyes and immediately understood what she meant. I said, "Mom, don't worry, I will listen to you, just wait for my good news."

Since then, I really concentrated on my studies and stopped masturbating, but I would take out my mother's photo to admire it every night. Hard work pays off. At the end of the semester, I ranked third in the whole grade. Even my teacher was surprised at my progress. The whole family was even happier. My father allowed me to drink, but he got drunk before me.

to be continued

two)

My mother and I helped my father lie down in the bedroom. He kept saying, "Good son, good job!" My mother and I went back to the dinner table. I asked, "Mom, Dad should be okay, right?" "He always thought he was still young, but he couldn't even drink as much as his son." In fact, I was a little drunk at the time, and I asked without thinking, "Mom, I did well in the exam this time. What prize do you have?" Mom understood what I meant. She rolled her eyes at me and said, "Go to your room."

I suppressed my pounding heart and went back to my room. Mom followed me in and locked the door. She walked over to me, asked me to lie down, and then gently took off my pants. My dick had already been "raised in salute", and of course it stood tall and straight without the restraint of my pants. My mother looked for a while and said, "My son has really grown up. Close your eyes." I immediately closed my eyes obediently. I only felt my mother's hand touching my cock. It was so soft and comfortable. Next, my mother began to stroke it slowly. Her technique was not very skillful, but it was much more comfortable than if I did it myself. I began to moan and secretly opened my eyes to look at my mother. Her face was red and she was looking at me lovingly. I was extremely excited when I thought that it was my mother who was helping me masturbate. It didn't take long before I ejaculated. As I was not prepared, I ejaculated everywhere. I looked at my mother a little embarrassed. She said to me in an angry tone, "You are still a child." Then she found a towel and wiped the semen off my body and the mat. She helped me put on my pants and asked, "Are you comfortable?" "Very comfortable, Mom. Will you help me again in the future?" "As long as you study hard and make your mother proud, how could I not want to make my good son comfortable?" After saying that, she quickly kissed me on the face and left. I lay there feeling limp all over, feeling so comfortable that I didn't want to move at all, and just fell asleep.

The next morning, my dad said while eating breakfast: "You did well in the exam this time. It's summer vacation now anyway, so ask your mom to take a few days off to accompany you to play in another city. You will be a senior in high school next semester, and you won't have time to rest." I looked at my mom happily. My mother was looking at me at that moment, her face turned red again and she turned away immediately. I think she and I must have been thinking about what happened last night, and we went out together for several days!

We went to Qingdao, but we didn't join a tour group. We had more freedom to make our own arrangements. After getting off the plane, we stayed at the Miyuan Hotel, which is close to the sea and has an elegant environment. Since they were a mother and son, they only booked a standard room. You can see the sea from the window. It was my first time to the beach. I was so excited that I just focused on looking around and didn’t notice that my mother’s expression was a little gloomy. But I still noticed it when we were having dinner, and I asked, "Mom, what's wrong with you? Are you not feeling well?" "No, maybe I'm too tired from the plane." Although my mother said that, I knew it was not because of this. I thought about my selfish behavior. How could I just care about my own happiness and forget about my mother?

I decided to take action to correct my mistakes. I was chatting with my mother, joking around, and constantly picking up dishes that she liked for her. Gradually, her mood improved, and I was naturally happy too.

After dinner, when we returned to the room, my mother said she wanted to take a shower and asked me to watch TV first. After she finished taking a shower, she came out and saw that the two single beds that were originally separate in the room had been moved together by me, like a double bed. She was surprised and asked me why. I said, "I haven't slept with my mother for many years. Today I want to sleep with my mother." My mother smiled and said, "You are still young. You still want to sleep with your mother at this age. Aren't you ashamed?" "No, I'm not ashamed. I will always be my mother's little child. Children should sleep with their mothers." "Okay, but you are not allowed to move around and have no bad thoughts." "Yes, I promise!"

After saying that, I also ran to take a shower and got into bed wearing only my underwear. Although it was July, Qingdao was not hot at all and the air conditioner was on in the hotel, so I had to cover myself with a thin blanket.

As soon as I lay down, I smelled the fragrance of my mother. It was not the smell of soap, but a special smell that I can't describe. I couldn't help but lean towards my mother. My mother was wearing a one-piece nightgown that seemed to be made of silk. It felt very comfortable against her skin, but I wanted to touch my mother's skin more because it would be more comfortable. I asked in a low voice: "Mom, can I hold you?" Mom was lying with her back to me. After waiting for a few seconds, she said, "Okay." I tentatively put my left hand on my mother's waist. It was so soft. Although it was not as curvy as a young girl, the feeling of plumpness was really wonderful. After holding her for a while, I saw that my mother had no objection, so I reached my hand towards her lower abdomen, where there was more flesh, and I could feel a kind of warmth through her nightgown. When I was touching her, my mother held my hand and said, "Just leave it there, don't move." I obediently stopped moving, but I pressed my body against her, with my chest against her back, and my cock, which had already become hard, pressed against her ass. My mother's butt is so plump. I moved my body so that my dick is in the crack of her butt because that's where I feel most comfortable.

I felt my mother's body shivering, so I asked, "Mom, are you cold?" "A little. Just hold me tight and don't move, be good." My right hand was feeling uncomfortable under my body, so I simply reached under my mother's neck and hugged her. My mother seemed to moan but didn't say anything. I hugged my mother tightly, with my dick stuck underneath her, enjoying it. My mother gradually stopped shaking, and her body slowly softened from being stiff just now, allowing me to hold her tightly. Maybe because we were too tired from the plane ride, we fell asleep in each other’s arms.