My family's incestuous history with my son

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By the time I graduated from university, I had already slept with six mature women. I've always liked mature women; ever since I was aware of sex, I've liked them and fantasized about having sex with my mother while masturbating.

I successfully slept with my mother during the National Day holiday of my first year after graduation in 2003. I was in the first year of junior high school when my penis started getting hard. Back then, I heard classmates talk about getting hard, but I didn't understand what that meant until I was in junior high.

When I got hard, I liked to masturbate by moving my hand up and down; I learned it on my own. While doing this, I would start imagining having sex with my mother... In junior high, my room was separated from my parents' by an open wall (we were poor then).

Sometimes when I came home at night, I would try to hear my parents making love in my room, but I never heard them; it was a real secret.

But I would take out my own and masturbate.

Thinking of my mother next door, I would use various positions. I usually ejaculated quickly during masturbation, within a few minutes. Of course, I also tried deliberately not ejaculating, masturbating for an hour and a half before finally ejaculating. Later, this developed into a method for testing my sexual ability. I didn't have my first nocturnal emission until I was in the third year of junior high school. I started ejaculating onto my mother's underwear, deliberately shooting in the spot closest to her vulva. Of course, I couldn't leave it all there, otherwise it would be obvious. I would clean off the thick part. I deliberately made it wet, naively fantasizing that my sperm could enter my mother's body. Before I started having nocturnal emissions, I would also use my mother's underwear to cover myself and masturbate, smelling it, even sucking on the smell of her bra. After my mother showered, when it was my turn to shower, I would take her smelly underwear and fantasize about it. I don't know if other people's Oedipus complex is as extreme as mine, and whether they've told their mothers about it.

My aunt's underwear has also been subjected to this treatment, but it's rare.

On a slightly naughty note, my first

nocturnal emission was in my third year of junior high. Back then, I would secretly get up at night to pee and masturbate, ejaculating onto the chair of the prettiest girl in my class (our dormitory in my third year was next to our classroom, and we often studied late into the night for exams). The semen crystallized, and the next day it turned into tiny, white, button-sized steamed buns. I was

so naive and naughty back then, thinking about making them… I also had a wild idea: to steal other girls' underwear. But I always managed to restrain that impulse.

I started working, and although I had a lover around 42 years old (one of the six women I had sex with in college chats), who was also one of my favorites, my

fantasies about my mother grew stronger and stronger. After starting work, I felt free from my family's financial support, and the suppressed desires began to expand dramatically. The inner turmoil, the impulsive lust, and the abyss of excitement made me lose control of myself. When I had to act on it, my mental state was extremely high, to the point where I had to let it out. Especially after having several erotic dreams about having sex with my mother, the intense desire was burning me up. I couldn't concentrate on anything else; all I could think about was that one thing, that one thing

I absolutely had to do. I knew I had to succeed. At that time, I even went to Sina's chat rooms to find women of my mother's age to give me advice. I poured out my unbearable desires, hoping they could think from my mother's perspective about how to get her to agree.

Perhaps it was because my mother was an uneducated woman from the countryside, while I had a bachelor's degree, that I felt I could control her.

Confident in my passion and its infectious power, I was truly bewitched at that time, desperately wanting to have sex with my mother.

So I went to chat rooms hoping women my age could give me some pointers. I asked them: How can I get my son to sleep with my mother?

I poured out my heart, telling them about my inescapable Oedipus complex, how I absolutely had to have my mother, to the point of obsession. Most of them wouldn't give me any advice, just advising me to give up. I'm the kind of person who gets more determined the more I try, never giving up.

One person actually gave me an idea that might help you.

She said: If you absolutely have to sleep with your mother, find a place where she feels absolutely safe, a place where she won't reveal her identity. If she doesn't feel safe, even if she agrees in her heart, she won't say it.

I know: If I talk to my mother about this, if I fail the first time, it's destined to fail every time.

If the first time is successful, there will be plenty of sexual happiness in the future. Before going back home for the National Day holiday, I had made ample preparations. I thought about many things, and a preliminary plan was basically formed. I needed to find an opportunity to spend time alone with my mother, without my family being around, and in a place where my mother would feel absolutely safe. How easy was that? Several times I almost spoke but then stopped. Who could understand the intense struggle, fear, timidity, and trembling in my heart?

As the holiday days drew to a close, the yearning for excitement finally triumphed over the fear of timidity. Standing on a precipice with no way forward, I recklessly took the plunge. It was around 9 a.m. on the 3rd, right after breakfast. Taking advantage of my father's absence (going to the market), I used a few yuan to support my younger sister who was in elementary school (she always liked to follow me around). I told my mother that I had something I wanted to give her. I wanted to tell her something.

I took her to my neighbor's house.

Only an old woman (over 80 years old) lived there, and she usually lived on the first floor. I found a room, closed the door,

and trembling, told her that I'd been dreaming about making love to her lately, having these dreams all the time. If I didn't make love to her, I'd go crazy… saying I'd been masturbating with her panties and bra, saying my feelings were so intense they were almost burning me up. I... If I didn't do it with her, I would... Because my mother is an uneducated rural woman, I made myself sound terrible, horrible, and desperate, as if I couldn't turn back. I even tried to touch her breasts with my hand. She held my hand back with one hand while listening to me. She was also surprised and kept saying, "How could you have such thoughts?" I've only ever heard of fathers and daughters, never mothers and sons. At that moment, I was reckless. Using the sincerity I had developed for picking up girls online, I did the same with my mother. I really poured everything out to her. I had already decided that if she refused, I would force myself on her. Because she definitely wouldn't dare to make a sound and call for help, and she was weaker than me. I really admire myself. It was my genuine feelings that succeeded. My mother actually agreed. I was also very surprised. At that time, I was 24 years old, and my mother was 45 years old. She said, "How could you have such thoughts?"
I kept saying, "I'll only do it once... only once." I kept

saying it, my voice trembling.

My heart was really pounding; I couldn't have felt that before doing this.

Every time I did it with her afterward, I had that heart-pounding, trembling, cold, and shaking feeling, but that desire forced me to persevere, and I forced myself to feel it with my heart. Spurred by this, she agreed, albeit with a slightly reproachful and irritating tone, like a mother scolding her son, asking, "Where (can we go)?"

I said, "Right here. "

I forgot to mention, before I took my mother there, I had already checked out the room. There was an empty bed, not even a bed frame, just a tattered quilt. I chose that tattered quilt. It was easy to just lay it out on the floor.

After laying it out, my mother and I... She undressed herself. I remember gently helping her when she took off her underwear up to her knees. Then she lay down, and I penetrated her.

There was no foreplay at all, but she was incredibly wet—the wetest I'd ever been with her in all five times we'd been together.

There was no kissing. I had the urge to kiss her, but she kept her lips tightly closed. I guess she was also experiencing that kind of stimulation. I was already squatting and inserting my penis even though it was already wet. (I was afraid my mom would change her mind before I even inserted it.) I just wanted to get in as quickly as possible. I didn't dare ask my mom what position she wanted me to do the first time. I was already glad she would let me in. In the end, I leaned over and pressed down on her. She kept urging me to hurry up and let slip a little: before she basically agreed to my request, she asked me: "Have you done this before?"

I said I had done it with my girlfriend.

She kept telling me to hurry up, her eyes half-closed. I was very nervous at the time, and although I wasn't fully erect, I was already quite hard (all the women I've been with say my defining characteristic is my erection, and I've never experienced such a pleasurable, long-lasting erection). After two or three minutes of penetration, she told me to hurry up, and I deliberately relaxed a bit to tease her: "Give me some feeling too!" She then pulled my hips, and with my up-and-down movements, I couldn't resist her blowjob, and I couldn't hold back anymore. I quickly and wildly thrust a few times and ejaculated inside her, then quickly got dressed. My mother simply wiped the overflowing semen with her underwear, put on her clothes, and then, fearing that my mother's emotions were unstable, I continued to sit on the edge of the bed talking about other family matters without mentioning anything from before.

A moment later, Mom said, "Let's go out." It had been too long, and I realized... That was my first time, a do-or-die moment, a genuine confession. The next day, when I went to Lingtou to call her back for dinner, I was full of pride. When we arrived at Lingtou, I asked her, "How did you feel about yesterday?"

She said, "I was so embarrassed." She even said that after it happened yesterday, and the next day when we talked about it, she acted as if nothing had happened.

Later, I tried to touch her private parts in the pigsty, but she refused and did her best to prevent me from succeeding.

So far, I've only had four opportunities to be with her. (The fourth time we did it twice), a full seven years.

Because I work away from home, I can only go home for holidays, and when I do, my father isn't there, and neither is anyone else.

The second time, I waited for an opportunity. It was the first half of the night, just the two of us (because everyone else had gone to see a movie, and my dad had gone to a friend's house and wouldn't be back until midnight).

I waited until my mom was asleep, and around 9 pm, I sneaked into my parents' bed and forced myself on her.

She didn't resist much, but she scolded me: "I'm your mother! How could you do this?"

But she didn't fight back, just scolded me.

That time, I discovered that my mom had a habit of only wearing underwear when she slept in the summer.

After I took off my own pants, I pulled down her underwear and had sex with her.

This time, I felt that my mom's vagina was larger, wider, but softer.

This time, I ejaculated inside again, and I quickly ran home to sleep because my family might come back at any time, and I didn't want to put too much pressure on my mother and myself. Afterwards, I didn't know what to say; it was very awkward. If it were consensual, then there would be something to talk about afterwards. The third time was after my parents moved to their new room, and I ejaculated inside them again on their bed. I was more nervous then because I was already married, my wife slept on another floor, and everyone else was out; my father had gone to help someone else and wouldn't be home that night. Only my mother was there.
The fourth time was because my mother was always taking care of my wife, and my wife was hospitalized one night. It was just me and my mother, so we had the opportunity to do it twice that time. We made love

once that night. At first, she was unwilling and scolded me. I picked her up and put her on the bed. She knew there was no way to avoid it, so she put a piece of clothing under her clothes, afraid of spilling milk.

I let her play with my penis, and she helped me. That time, I also played with her vulva with my hand, inserted my fingers inside, and even lifted her buttocks to look inside. The opening was very beautiful, like a standard sunflower, but the inside seemed a bit empty.

While she was taking a shower, I set up the camera, intending to record it. Later, I remembered that the video camera could only record for thirty seconds, and I wasn't really sure.

The second time, I told my mother to lie face down, and I penetrated her from behind and ejaculated. She was willing, although she said, "

Want to do it again?"

My story is over.

By the time I graduated from university, I had already slept with six mature women. I've always liked mature women; ever since I was aware of sex, I've liked them and fantasized about having sex with my mother while masturbating.

I successfully slept with my mother during the National Day holiday of my first year after graduation in 2003. I was in the first year of junior high school when my penis started getting hard. Back then, I heard classmates talk about getting hard, but I didn't understand what that meant until I was in junior high.

When I got hard, I liked to masturbate by moving my hand up and down; I learned it on my own. While doing this, I would start imagining having sex with my mother... In junior high, my room was separated from my parents' by an open wall (we were poor then).

Sometimes when I came home at night, I would try to hear my parents making love in my room, but I never heard them; it was a real secret.

But I would take out my own and masturbate.

Thinking of my mother next door, I would use various positions. I usually ejaculated quickly during masturbation, within a few minutes. Of course, I also tried deliberately not ejaculating, masturbating for an hour and a half before finally ejaculating. Later, this developed into a method for testing my sexual ability. I didn't have my first nocturnal emission until I was in the third year of junior high school. I started ejaculating onto my mother's underwear, deliberately shooting in the spot closest to her vulva. Of course, I couldn't leave it all there, otherwise it would be obvious. I would clean off the thick part. I deliberately made it wet, naively fantasizing that my sperm could enter my mother's body. Before I started having nocturnal emissions, I would also use my mother's underwear to cover myself and masturbate, smelling it, even sucking on the smell of her bra. After my mother showered, when it was my turn to shower, I would take her smelly underwear and fantasize about it. I don't know if other people's Oedipus complex is as extreme as mine, and whether they've told their mothers about it.

My aunt's underwear has also been subjected to this treatment, but it's rare.

On a slightly naughty note, my first

nocturnal emission was in my third year of junior high. Back then, I would secretly get up at night to pee and masturbate, ejaculating onto the chair of the prettiest girl in my class (our dormitory in my third year was next to our classroom, and we often studied late into the night for exams). The semen crystallized, and the next day it turned into tiny, white, button-sized steamed buns. I was

so naive and naughty back then, thinking about making them… I also had a wild idea: to steal other girls' underwear. But I always managed to restrain that impulse.

I started working, and although I had a lover around 42 years old (one of the six women I had sex with in college chats), who was also one of my favorites, my

fantasies about my mother grew stronger and stronger. After starting work, I felt free from my family's financial support, and the suppressed desires began to expand dramatically. The inner turmoil, the impulsive lust, and the abyss of excitement made me lose control of myself. When I had to act on it, my mental state was extremely high, to the point where I had to let it out. Especially after having several erotic dreams about having sex with my mother, the intense desire was burning me up. I couldn't concentrate on anything else; all I could think about was that one thing, that one thing

I absolutely had to do. I knew I had to succeed. At that time, I even went to Sina's chat rooms to find women of my mother's age to give me advice. I poured out my unbearable desires, hoping they could think from my mother's perspective about how to get her to agree.

Perhaps it was because my mother was an uneducated woman from the countryside, while I had a bachelor's degree, that I felt I could control her.

Confident in my passion and its infectious power, I was truly bewitched at that time, desperately wanting to have sex with my mother.

So I went to chat rooms hoping women my age could give me some pointers. I asked them: How can I get my son to sleep with my mother?

I poured out my heart, telling them about my inescapable Oedipus complex, how I absolutely had to have my mother, to the point of obsession. Most of them wouldn't give me any advice, just advising me to give up. I'm the kind of person who gets more determined the more I try, never giving up.

One person actually gave me an idea that might help you.

She said: If you absolutely have to sleep with your mother, find a place where she feels absolutely safe, a place where she won't reveal her identity. If she doesn't feel safe, even if she agrees in her heart, she won't say it.

I know: If I talk to my mother about this, if I fail the first time, it's destined to fail every time.

If the first time is successful, there will be many more sexual pleasures in the future. Before going back home for the National Day holiday, I had made ample preparations. I thought about many things, and a preliminary plan was basically formed. I needed to find an opportunity to spend time alone with my mother, without my family being around, and in a place where my mother would feel absolutely safe. How easy was that? Several times I almost spoke but then stopped. Who could understand the intense struggle, fear, timidity, and trembling in my heart?

As the holiday days drew to a close, the yearning for excitement finally triumphed over the fear of timidity. Standing on a precipice with no way forward, I recklessly took the plunge. It was around 9 a.m. on the 3rd, right after breakfast. Taking advantage of my father's absence (going to the market), I used a few yuan to support my younger sister who was in elementary school (she always liked to follow me around). I told my mother that I had something on my mind that I wanted to tell her

. I took her to my neighbor's house.

Only an elderly woman (over 80) lived there, and they were usually on the first floor. I found a room, closed the door, and

trembling, told her that I'd been dreaming about making love to her lately, having these recurring dreams. I said I'd go crazy if I didn't sleep with her… saying I'd been masturbating with her panties and bra, saying the feeling was so intense it was almost burning me up… if I didn't sleep with her… I would… because my mother was an uneducated rural woman, I portrayed myself as pitiful, terrifying, and desperate, as if there was no turning back. I even tried to touch her breasts with my hand. She held my hand away with one hand as she listened, and she was shocked, repeatedly saying, "How could you have such thoughts?" I'd only ever heard of fathers and daughters, never mothers and sons. I was reckless at that moment, using the sincerity I'd developed for picking up girls online, and I applied it to my mother as well. I truly poured everything out to her. I had already decided that if she refused, I would force myself on her. Because she definitely wouldn't dare scream for help, and she was weaker than me. I truly admire myself; it was my genuine emotion that succeeded. My mother actually agreed. I was also shocked. I was 24 years old then, and my mother was 45. She said, "How could you have such thoughts?"
I kept saying, "I'll only do it once… only once." Once.

I said, trembling the whole time.

My heart was pounding so hard, I couldn't have felt that before doing it.

Every time I did it with her after that, I felt that same heartbeat, trembling, coldness, and shaking. But that desire forced me to persevere, and I forced myself to feel the stimulation. She agreed, and with a slightly reproachful and annoying tone, like a mother scolding her son, she said, "Where?" "(Okay)?"

I said, "Right here.

" I forgot to mention, before I took my mom there, I had already checked out the room. There was an empty bed, not even a bed board, just a tattered quilt. I liked that tattered quilt. We could just lay it out and sit down.

After we were done, my mom and I took off our clothes. I remember when my mom was taking off her underwear up to her knees, I gently helped her with my hand. After that, it was her turn. I lay down and inserted myself.

There was absolutely no foreplay, but the amount of fluid inside was more than I'd seen in all five times I'd done it with my mother; the first time was the wettest.

There was no kissing. I had the urge to kiss her, but her lips were tightly closed. I guess my mother was also aroused by the stimulation, and even with so much fluid, I squatted down and inserted myself (I was afraid she'd change her mind beforehand). I just wanted to get in as quickly as possible. The first time, I didn't... I dared to ask my mom what position she wanted, and I was already pretty happy if she would let me penetrate her. In the end, I leaned over and pressed down on her. She kept urging me to hurry up, and I forgot to mention one thing: before she basically agreed, she asked me: "Have you done this before?"

I said I had with my girlfriend.

She kept telling me to hurry up, her eyes half-closed. I was very nervous at that time, and I didn't get fully erect, but I was already very hard (all the women I've been with say I'm...). (The point is that I'm hard, and I've never experienced such a pleasurable and long-lasting feeling before.) After two or three minutes of penetration, she told me to hurry up. At that moment, I deliberately loosened my grip and teased her a little: "Give me some feeling too!" She then pulled my hips, and with my up-and-down movements, I couldn't resist her blowjob, and I couldn't hold back anymore. I quickly and wildly thrust a few times and ejaculated inside her. After that, I quickly put on my clothes. My mother directly used her underwear to wipe away the overflowing... After wiping away the semen, I put on my clothes. Afraid my mother's emotions would be unstable, I continued sitting on the edge of the bed, talking about other family matters but not mentioning anything from before.

After a while, my mother said, "Let's go out." It had been too long, and I realized... That was my first time, a do-or-die, honest confession. The next day, when I went to Lingtou to call her back for dinner, I was full of high spirits the whole way. When I arrived at Lingtou, I asked... I touched her: "How do you feel about yesterday?"

She said, "I'm so embarrassed." She added that even after we finished yesterday, when we talked about it the next day, she acted as if nothing had happened.

Later, I tried to touch her genitals in the pigsty, but she refused and did her best to prevent me.

So far, I've only had four chances with her. (We did it twice on the fourth time), a whole seven years.

Because I work away from home, I can only come home for holidays, and when I do, my dad isn't there, and neither is anyone else.

The second time, I waited for an opportunity, it was just the first half of the night (because everyone else went to see a movie, and my dad went to a friend's house and wouldn't be back until midnight).

I waited until my mom was asleep, around 9 pm, and then, in the dark, I went to my parents' bed and forced myself on her.

She didn't resist much, but she scolded me: "You are..." "Your mom, you did this and that."

But she didn't resist, she just scolded.

That time I discovered that my mom had a habit of only wearing underwear when she slept in the summer.

After I took off my own pants, I took off her underwear and did it.

This time I felt that my mom's vagina was larger, wider but softer.

This time I ejaculated inside her again, and I quickly ran home to sleep because my family might come back at any time, and I didn't want my mom and... I was under too much psychological pressure. Afterwards, I didn't know what to say; it was very awkward. If it were consensual, then there would be something to talk about afterward. The third time was after my parents moved to their new room, and I ejaculated inside them on their bed again. I was even more nervous then because I was already married, my wife slept on another floor, and everyone else was out; my father had gone to help someone else and wouldn't be home that night. Only my mother was there.
The fourth... My mother usually takes care of my wife, and one night my wife was hospitalized, so it was just my mother and me. That time, we had the opportunity to do it twice.

The first time was at night. At first, she was unwilling and scolded me. I picked her up and put her on the bed. Knowing it was unavoidable, she put a piece of clothing under her clothes, afraid of spilling milk.

I let her stroke my penis, and she helped me. That time, I also played with her vulva with my hand and inserted my fingers. I'd been there, even lifted her buttocks to look inside. The opening was beautiful, like a perfect sunflower, but the inside seemed a bit hollow.

While she was showering, I set up my camera, intending to record. Later I remembered the camera could only record for thirty seconds, and I wasn't entirely sure.

The second time, I told my mom to lie face down, and I penetrated her from behind and ejaculated. She was willing, though she said, "

Want to do it again?"

That's the end of my story.

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