A Letter from My Mother (Family Incest Adult Fiction)

Ming:

You are tired, you should have a good rest. When I woke up tonight, I saw you sleeping on the sickbed again.

The haggardness and tiredness made me, a person who is about to die, shed tears secretly.

Now thinking about it, I feel guilty: how could an old woman who looked like a waste of chaff attract the love of her beloved?

The precious child has stayed by her side for so many years without leaving her. Isn't there any doubt about the mother and child's

Will the oath sworn to heaven be condemned by humans and God in the future? So now, not only has he wasted his son's fleeting youth,

It’s the best time of my youth; and it has also attracted decades of constant criticism and criticism from many friends and family.

Looking back on the past, I have so many thoughts but it’s hard to hide my deep feelings. As a mother, I love my whole life, and now I am buried. one

As a mother, I can finally

It is a blessing that she passed away under the meticulous care of her son.

It's done. The final union of our mother and son should be regarded as a marriage coincidence that even the heavens secretly envy.

Bar?

A woman without a husband is not a complete woman, not to mention that she has a crying baby at her knees.

Her husband died early, so she raised their young son and supported the family. These have become things that I, as a mother, should seriously consider.

That is why I rejected all the pursuers with various wishes and just lifted you up gently.

Show everyone your firm choice as a mother!

I can't remember how many nights I spent, while you were soundly sleeping, looking at the yellow flowers in the mirror, undressing and feeling sorry for myself. Calloused

Your fingers caress your still young body, trying to find the time when you made love with your late father.

There are traces left, but they are nowhere to be found. All of a sudden, fear and doubt came over me at the same time. I hugged the mirror and cried.

Just because of the yin and yang barrier that completely separated you from your father.

Your father, my husband, the man who once brought infinite sweetness and hope to this family, has gradually left.

Far away, put away the sadness and force a smile. Because I have a growing son who needs my care.

Ming, I will never forget the time when you were five years old and broke your leg while cutting vegetables to prepare lunch for the festival.

Hand, scratched artery, cut flesh, blood gushed out, I endured the pain, pale face let you

Dialing for help, you held back your sobs and calmly dialed the emergency number, while I fainted on the ground due to excessive blood loss.

When I woke up, I saw your strong gaze. Seeing me wake up, he quickly leaned over to my ear and kept using your

That childish voice comforted me and told me to “stop crying, stop crying”. The nurse next to me interrupted and said that you

He stayed by the hospital bed, without food or water, and stayed by my side until I woke up from my coma. At that moment, I struggled to get up.

I hold your little body tightly in my arms, afraid that it might slip away in a moment.

As you grow older, you watch your sensible son helping with housework or running happily every day.

When I came to him and showed him the test papers with almost perfect scores, the joy in my heart would always temporarily cover up my

Unbearable past. I will give you a kiss of praise, a hug of encouragement, and at least I will give you the

Give an affirmative look when you are in a good mood.

Thinking back, was it this inappropriate encouragement that made a child who grew up in the arms of motherhood

The son who got up gradually developed love for a widowed mother? Or, like Freud

As described, are you born a perverted seed with Oedipus complex and Oedipus orientation?

I still remember that autumn filled with the chirping of insects and the falling petals. You returned from studying abroad and once again

Like the baby ten years ago, he came close to me, who was no longer young, and said to me, you love me. And explain:

This kind of love is not a child's attachment to his mother, but a man's desire for a woman. When I refused in horror

At that moment, I was tightly embraced by a pair of strong male arms, and a pair of hot lips were pressed against my ears.

She added softly, word by word: At the same time, this is also what a woman needs from a man.

This seemingly rebellious love words touched my confused heartstrings. Was it just for the sake of

Waiting for a request that should be rejected?

"mom……"

You whispered, and you parted my clothes like you did when I was a child, pulled off my bra, and

He took the untouched plump nipple into his mouth and sucked it non-stop. I was dumbfounded, leaning against the door, not knowing what to do.

Understand.

I have watched you cry and laugh since you were little, so that even after you have grown up, I still regard you as my

A childish and simple doll. Until you look at me seriously and tell me the truth. At that time, I was in tears, so

Looking at you closely, your image seems so blurry and strange. He doesn't look like my son, but like a woman.

A heart-pounding man. And in my subconscious, I always regard him as the closest and most

For a close man?

If you are a mother for one night, you will be a mother all day and all night. I have always felt guilty for not being able to give you a complete fatherly love.

Can be repaid with almost insane maternal love. It is your courage that touched the privacy deep in my heart.

The flower of sin that is spreading wildly is planted deeply in the heart at this moment, and it is hard to abandon it.

Ming, do you still remember the bright red spot under your mother’s breast? You must remember, that night, I promised you,

But you made the frivolous and impetuous "mistake" of touching my breasts that had not been tasted for a long time. Seeing you looking terrified and blaming yourself,

I can't help but smile: What son in the world would add a loving heart to his mother's chest on the eve of the first break of human relations?

scar?

Pain is in the skin, love is in the heart.

To soothe the wound on my chest, you licked my purple and plump nipples like a docile calf.

Ti. His gestures reveal a tender virginity that even your father, who died young, never had.

Some charm; and I sacrificed myself like a plump lamb to a young satyr. The body is thick with you

Intoxicated and teased by the strong male hormones, I can't help but ride with you in the huge waves of love.

The hair is shaking.

As the juice dripped, you said that you wanted to go deeper into the paradise and take a closer look; but my face turned red and I wanted to cover up my shyness.

You embraced me gently, held my trembling hands and expressed to me the boundless love between men and women. Can't help

I think I should forget your sweet words. In this life, my body belongs to my son after all.

The fact that he likes me just proves that an old woman like me still has some capital and charm, doesn't it?

Amin, what I still remember clearly is our first uninterrupted intimate caress. That time, like your childhood

I stroked the soft hair on your head and gently tickled you, but this time I tickled your head.

I was itching while watching you licking and licking my slippery pubic mound like a kitten eating paste. After several swallows, I was already

Her lower body twitched and she moaned continuously.

With a feeling of both anger and amusement, I can't help but tap your fontanel to warn you to be more cautious.

This will wake up the neighbors and cause some gossip. But you become more and more cunning, suddenly using your teeth as a prank

He gently tapped my plump clitoris, causing me to involuntarily thrust and gasp, and then slowly turned

I couldn't help but roll my eyes at you, but you raised your head and laughed, with thick white liquid overflowing from the corners of your mouth.

"Hey, it's so dirty, go wipe it off..."

I can't help but frown. You can swallow your own filth calmly.

"What? For me, my mother's crotch hides the most delicious nectar of the time. I don't know if my father

Did you have the blessing to enjoy it during your lifetime? "You gently refuted my words while sticking out your tongue, greedily

Scratching and licking the corners of his mouth. He was filled with endless greed and anticipation for my constantly flowing body fluids.

Watching you stretch your fingers towards my crotch which is already muddy, all the opposition and dissuasion can only be turned into

A slight humming sound comes from the mouth.

"It's up to you..."

I tilted my head to one side, silently enjoying the tenderness of my son's fingertips.

My son mentioned his father whom he never met until his death, but I was enjoying the tenderness and sweetness of mother-son intercourse.

honey. Ming, looking at your happy smiling face, I can't tell what you feel inside.

The clitoris was throbbing under the smooth fingers of her son; the vagina was surging under the penetration of the penis.

Rich spring water. My heart is also torn between ethics and lust. What flashed in the blurred vision was not only

You who are stroking me now, your long-dead father, and the one we indulged in when we were children

Blurred figures of friends in sexual games. A Ming, do you know what I was thinking at that time? I can't

Clearly knowing who is right and who is wrong between you and me indulging in the lust of mother and son, maybe we are both wrong, maybe neither of us is wrong,

Maybe the only mistake I made was the momentary hesitation and fear I felt when I chose this forbidden relationship?

For the love offered by her son, even if it is accepted passively, the blame is often placed on the mother. As

My dear, I failed to restrain your illicit love desires, and this is my dereliction of duty as a mother.

There is no right or wrong in love in this world. When there are too many noisy worldly rules and regulations, they are called "wrong". analogy

For example, a young man marries an old woman. Because people have never experienced this kind of emotional choice, all these things seem to be useless.

They should be prohibited and criticized, but no one has put themselves in their shoes and encouraged them to abandon their age and prejudices and walk boldly.

The final reason for coming together. Is love just about men to women, women to men, and the two sides being attracted to each other?

Spring, the infatuation and intoxication of a plump body filled with excitement and passion?

Ming, there was nothing wrong with the choice you and I made. Since it is the sincere love between men and women that they want to belong to each other

Love, what's wrong with the mother-child relationship that we work hard to maintain?

“Hmm…oh…”

A burst of rapid thrusting brought all my thoughts back to the reality of my love for you. Pick up the chores

I spread my black hair on my son's chest and listened quietly to the volcanic eruption.

The roar in front of him. For a moment, I felt that the ferocious giant rod deep inside my body was like returning to the mother's body, and the flesh and

The contact and friction between the flesh is just right. Looking up at your closed eyes, I know you should

You should have the same feeling as me.

"Mom, I'm about to cum." You sipped softly, your breath hissing through your teeth. It can be seen that this kind of thrusting

How wonderful and unbearable is the pleasure of a long time and approaching ejaculation!

Before I could give you any instructions, you had already grabbed my waist tightly and thrust your penis into my swollen crotch.

He pressed hard against my rapidly contracting clitoris, and a dull "puff" sound was heard. At this moment, I

I have discarded the consolation and rhetoric that I had been thinking about for a long time, and under the infinite and intense sexual impulse, I raised my hips to cater to my son.

The semen came in waves, until the sticky white liquid broke through the barrier of my labia majora and minora and flowed out of my vagina.

The vagina was overflowing with fluid.

A brief moment is worth savoring for a lifetime. I am on top, you are on the bottom, our eyes are glued together,

Tongues attract each other. You lifted my limp body up, clasped your hands in the crack of my buttocks, and stroked my anus.

Twist and play with the vaginal flesh.

"Mom, I'm sorry, I couldn't control myself and came inside..." You look guilty, but your hands are

She was extremely dishonest. She separated the two delicate pink petals of flesh and began to tease my tiny urethra that was hidden deep inside my body.

No matter how you look at your son, you will always feel that he is like a child whose thoughts are just beginning to dawn.

Feeling the pleasure in her lower body rising higher and higher, she couldn't help but integrate into the tricks set by her son.

middle. That night, we were reborn like a phoenix, and the love vow of mother and son to stay together forever was established.

Word.

I have seen many touching stories of true love between mother and son in the past. Ah Ming, is there anyone who can be like you and me?

There is the mutual care and love of family members, while at the same time savoring the endless intimacy of the flesh?

I ask, is there anyone in this world who can escape the cycle of birth, old age, sickness and death? Once you are human, you will eventually return to the earth. With my son

At the same time, I thought that one day I would die before him. Who knew that this expectation would come so early. Half

A month ago, I had unbearable abdominal pain. At first, I thought it was a minor illness and would go away if I took some medicine and endured it. The son refused to obey, and Wen Yan

After much persuasion and persuasion, I was taken to the hospital for examination. The result is that none of us as living people want to see

The result is that cervical cancer is in the late stage and there is no cure and no doctor to turn to.

During the half month you have been hospitalized, you have asked for a long leave from the company, running around, seeking medical advice, just for me who is about to die.

The body. I said, son, what is the point of wasting time on a dying man? You just hang the bottle and carry the medicine,

Crying in silence.

Before going to sleep tonight, you changed from your former strong self to shyly standing in front of my bed like a girl, holding my hands and feet,

Very mischievous.

Having slept in the same bed for more than twenty years, they have already developed a mutual understanding. I have guessed your purpose and am ready to receive you. You will lighten me

He lifted me up, leaned over, and licked my long-shriveled breasts with his tongue, while caressing them.

Looking at the scars on my hands. After the tenderness, the tear marks remain.

Holding their son in their arms, sleeping together, how many days and nights of bed chasing, actually revolved around a pair of lustful mothers and daughters.

It unfolds with the love of the child.

Today, we are about to leave, but I can't forget the love we shared day and night. I can vaguely see you when I glance through my tearful eyes.

Tears sparkled in my dreams.

Son, my dearest son. It was you who helped me slowly come out of the endless grief of losing my husband;

It is you who allowed me to enjoy the mother-son relationship under the severe constraints of this world. Son, you are my

My only hope, my only companion. Now that you have grown up and become independent, I hope that in the days when your mother is gone,

Cheer up and find another half who is considerate and caring about you like I am. If my mother knew about this, she would

Be content.

Love your mother

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