Mother after amnesia (family incest adult novel)

I am a sexual fantasist, and this has not changed since I was born. I still remember that when I was little I loved to imagine like crazy how to get close to women, which still surprises me now.

As we get older, along with crazy sexual fantasies comes crazy sexual desire. When I was ten years old, I don't know why I regarded my mother as my fantasy object. I imagined having sex with her. I often stared at her delicate body and charming look in an obscene manner when she was sleeping, and peeked at her breasts like a madman.

But I knew that this was a very dangerous and despicable behavior. My mother also noticed my misconduct, so there were several times when she finally shouted, "Stop messing around!" or gave me a hint of blame.

Of course I understand that my mother doesn't want me to learn bad things, and she herself doesn't want to engage in such incestuous behavior. But my father's early death and the long-term solitude between mother and me made it impossible for me to get rid of this desire. Besides, my mother herself was also burning with desire - after all, she was only 42 years old - and I was already 19 years old. She and I both really want it.

But things were not as mutually agreed upon as you might imagine. A dramatic development made me...

My mother's figure is impeccable, of medium build. At the age of 42, she is full of charm. Her body is plump but not bloated, and her complexion is still fresh and charming - not as thin and unromantic as a young girl. A 20-year-old girl is an immature woman and very boring.

One afternoon during the summer vacation when I was 19 years old, my mother was doing gymnastics in the room. She was wearing a short skirt and a vest. Her snow-white body attracted my attention like a magnet. The mother jumped up and down, conveying bit by bit the charm of a beautiful, sexy, mature woman. Her body swayed, her round buttocks raised high, her big breasts flying up and down, her slightly protruding belly and her private parts also moving "forward and backward" with the music.

I imprinted every detail of this incredibly beautiful scene in my mind, and at the same time I felt that my mother was unconsciously expressing her deep-seated desires. When I thought of this, I felt excited and my penis became hard on its own.

My mother was totally oblivious to my evil thoughts. She smiled at me while dancing and said, "Okay, I'm almost done. Can you help me run the bath water?" I did as she said and did not peek at her taking a bath. After my mother got dressed, I watched her go to bed to rest. "Oh, I'm so tired!" Mom stretched out her charming body and said in a soft voice, "I want to sleep for a while, you should go and rest too!" After that, she lay down on the bed.

I didn't leave immediately, I just stared at my mother. I saw her plump and soft body lying on the bed like cooked noodles, twisting her thighs and fat buttocks from time to time as if she had no bones, and swaying her slender waist like a water snake. I tried my best to suppress my thoughts and went back to my room.

But you know, I couldn't sleep at that time. I kept thinking about my mother's lewd appearance. My penis was already erect and made my pants look like a tent. I lost my mind and went back to my mother's bed, only to find that she was already fast asleep. She was lying on her side, with her huge butt and fat legs facing me. I could still see my mother's face. Her rosy face after exercise made her even more attractive. One hand was placed on her raised breasts, which rose and fell with her breathing. My mother was only wearing a very thin dress. I guess she had nothing on underneath because I couldn't see any signs of anything on the almost transparent dress.

I stripped naked and stood by the bed, holding my penis in one hand and touching my mother with the other. When I was about to touch her butt, I pulled back in fear, afraid that my mother would find out. I understand that if I do this this time, there is no going back, but I also feel that my mother and I should know the truth. I looked at the charming female body sleeping soundly and could no longer hold back my surging sexual desire. I jumped onto my mother's bed lightly and quickly, hugged her, kissed her rosy little mouth desperately, held her tender lips in my mouth and sucked hard, grabbed her big breasts with both hands, and squeezed and played with them like crazy. My cock suddenly hit my mother's thigh and pushed against it randomly.

My mother woke up suddenly from my crazy rubbing and shouted, "What are you doing!"

I originally wanted to stop, but I also knew that stopping would mean the end of me. Maybe if I continued to push it all the way, there might be unexpected results, so I completely ignored my mother's shouting.

"Stop it now!" Mom twisted her intoxicating flesh and cursed: "You little bastard, you want to die! You are not a human being!"

I pressed her down hard and said, "Mom, I love you so much, I want you!"

"Stop it now! You are a beast!" Mom fought back desperately, hitting me non-stop, crying and cursing with her hair disheveled: "I have raised you in vain, a beast! Oh my God! Help me!"

I held my mother's hand and lifted her clothes. Sure enough, she was not wearing anything except a pair of small pants. I immediately tried to take off her pants, but she struggled so hard that I couldn't do it, so I let go of one hand and tried with both hands. What I never expected was. At this moment, my mother suddenly grabbed my head with all her strength and shook it hard, pushing me away, and then hysterically slammed against the wall beside the bed! ! ! ! ! !

I was confused for a moment and had no idea what was going on. When I turned around, I found that my mother had fainted on the bed. There was blood on her head and on the wall, and a large area of ​​the bed sheet was stained red with blood.

I hurried over, picked up my mother and shouted, "Mom, what's wrong with you? Mom!" My mother didn't respond, but she was still breathing. I knew something serious had happened, so I hurriedly put on my clothes, bandaged my mother's forehead with a towel, picked her up and rushed to the hospital. Fortunately, there were not many cars on the road, and I was a good friend of the son of a chief surgeon in the hospital (Dr. Zhang). After immediate rescue, my mother was finally out of danger.

"Uncle Zhang, how is my mother?" I asked as soon as I saw Dr. Zhang coming out of the operating room.

"Oh, how did it become like this?" Doctor Zhang shook his head and said, "She's alive, but your mother's injuries were too severe. I'm afraid she'll suffer permanent amnesia or dementia! Oh, it all depends on luck. If you're lucky, it'll just be amnesia, but if not, dementia will be terrible!"

Doctor Zhang left me stunned and went back to the operating room. He didn't come out for another hour.

"Oh, I'm so tired! We're lucky that there isn't too much damage to the brain. It won't cause dementia. Don't worry!"

A month later, with the help of the hospital, my mother was finally discharged. I borrowed a car from a friend that day to pick her up and take her home.

"Hey? Where am I going? Who are you?" Mom asked me as she looked at me along the way. I felt so sad that I almost cried. I just said softly, "Let's go home."

Do you find it strange? Should we add "Mom" after "Let's go home"? But I didn’t say “Mom”. It was an unimaginably complicated state of mind. While I was feeling extremely heartbroken, a malicious thought suddenly came to my subconscious: "Mom has lost her memory, which means she doesn't even know who she is or who I am!" The despicable thinking controlled my mouth and I never said the word "Mom". I didn't let Mom know that I was her son. I wanted to take this opportunity to really get her!

With mixed feelings of sadness and excitement, I returned home with my mother.

"Where is this?" Mom looked at the room she used to live in and asked me curiously, "Who are you?"

"This is your room. You slipped in the bathroom and hit your head. I took you to the hospital. Don't you remember?" I chuckled to myself.

"Who are you?" Mom asked me again.

I picked up a photo of me and my mother taken while we were sitting on the bed, and said to her with a smile, "Do you recognize yourself? Honey? We are husband and wife, have you forgotten everything?"

Mom took the photo and looked at it: "Really? I don't remember."

I lit a cigarette, took my hands on my mother's waist, pulled her to sit on the bed and said, "Oh, you must have been hurt badly! Honey, I missed you so much!"

Looking at my gentle and affectionate eyes, my mother gradually believed it. After all, her injury had affected her thinking to some extent. She slowly leaned her head in my arms and let me hug her.

The vicious lust surged into my mind again. I held my mother with one hand and quickly took off my clothes and pants with the other hand. I lifted my mother's chin with my hand, and immediately covered her cherry lips with my mouth, licking her sweet lips desperately. Then I put my tongue into my mother's mouth, holding her sweet tongue and sucking it.

I laid my mother down on the bed, took off her clothes in two or three moves, and revealed her white flesh that I had long coveted. My mother pushed me away with her hands, but the little bit of shame she had left was still driving her to reject me.

"Don't do this, don't..." Mom looked at me in panic: "Don't!"

"We are husband and wife, there is no need to be afraid!" I said with a shameless smile, and at the same time my breathing became rapid because I saw for the first time my mother's fair skin, huge breasts, bulging belly, extremely plump buttocks and her lower body like a black jungle. My penis quickly became erect and was so engorged with blood that it hurt and I just wanted to insert it into my mother's vagina right away.

"I'm your husband! Don't be afraid, it's normal for couples to have sex!" I patiently trained my mother, holding up her thighs with both hands, and moved all over her breasts, nipples, and buttocks, and then touched her pussy.

"No! Not here..." Mom still didn't let me touch her vagina. But my mother's resistance was only symbolic; she seemed to have accepted the lie that I was her husband.

I hugged my mother's waist, kissed her breasts, greedily licked the increasingly enlarged nipples, and kept sucking on the nipples that had once nurtured me, as if I felt like I was drinking sweet milk again. That is my favorite place, and also the favorite place of every man who loves his mother. The nipple has both maternal tenderness and feminine temptation, so it is a double attraction to me.

I played with her breasts with one hand and touched her big fat ass with the other. My mother gradually softened under my kisses and caresses, and was no longer able to push me away. She fell limp in my arms, letting me play with her whole body at will, her eyes slightly open, her little mouth panting slightly, and she hummed softly with a fragrant orchid: "Well... don't... don't... husband, don't..."

I couldn't bear my mother's lewd moans any longer, so I aimed my penis into her vagina and thrust it forward. Do you know how I was able to penetrate my mother's vagina so easily? It turned out that under my caress, my mother's vagina had already been leaking fluid like a column, soaking a large area of ​​the bed sheet.

The moment my cock entered my mother's vagina, I felt a suffocating pleasure, followed by extreme confusion. My waist began to straighten up uncontrollably, and my cock kept inserting into the place where I was born. I couldn't stop even if I wanted to. I just felt like I had absolutely no control over myself. I didn't grab my mother's fat breasts with my hands, but just wrapped my mother's thighs tightly and twitched wildly. The extremely stimulating and refreshing feeling of sexual intercourse made me unable to stop. My mother's tight vagina, which had not had sex for a long time, tightly gripped my cock, requiring me to use all my strength to pump my hot cock back and forth.

And the mother seemed to feel the pleasure of being penetrated by the penis, and she couldn't help moaning: "Oh...oh...husband...ah...you...ah...quickly...hmm..."

In fact, sexual intercourse is like this. There is no need for excessive obscene words, only constant primitive calls: "Ah...husband...oh...well...come on!"

My mother hooked her fat legs around my waist and pushed me down hard, and as I thrust, she kept moving her round hips upward to cater to my cock. I took the opportunity to kiss her sweet breasts and lick the softness and smoothness of her breasts again. My mother was having sex crazily, not at all as shy as before, and her sexy body was shaking which drove me crazy. I had to keep aiming at her big fat breasts that were swinging up and down, and hold on to her round buttocks to prevent my cock from slipping out of her vagina.

I thrust hard, and my mother's vaginal wall tightly wrapped around my glans. After thrusting hundreds of times, I felt a burning heat on my glans and my entire penis was swollen and painful. I wanted to pull it out, but was hooked by my mother's fat legs. I felt my cock was about to explode, and at the same time I felt an indescribable pleasure that made me eager to release it. I thrust hard, and something full in my cock suddenly spurted out - I shot all my semen into my mother's vagina without leaving any.

"Oh...ah!" I screamed wildly. At the same time, my mother also screamed "ah", her sexy body shook violently, and her breasts and lower belly stood up. We both collapsed onto the bed and fell asleep...

After waking up, I looked at my mother's seductive and lustful appearance, her cherry-like breasts slightly open and closing, her big breasts draped over her neck, her legs spread, her thick labia still oozing honey, her big, white, plump buttocks slightly exposed, and her delicate belly covered with my saliva and my mother's love juice.

Looking at this sexy, beautiful and lustful lady, I couldn't help but hug my mother again and kiss her tender flesh sweetly. My mother also hugged me and called softly, "Honey, it felt so good just now!" I was so ecstatic that I pressed on my mother and started doing it again. Soon I ejaculated on her again.

From then on, my mother treated me as her husband and let me play with her beautiful body. My mother also fell in love with this sweet sex life and often took the initiative to ask for sex. If I sometimes didn’t want to do it, she would say coquettishly like a child: "Come on, just for a while, husband! Come on!" Unexpectedly, it was "a blessing in disguise" that I received the active courtship of this beautiful woman, and all of this came from my uncontrollable malicious lust - it was despicable but also very desirable!