Incestuous relationships between mothers and children in real life

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This matter has been weighing on my mind for four or five years, and I haven't told anyone around me, worried that they'd think I have ulterior motives. But I do feel that the relationship between my classmate and his mother is not quite right.

It all started when I went to Beijing for my postgraduate entrance exam interview. Because there were so many people taking the exam, and the hotels around the university were limited, plus most of the interviewees were students, short on money and traveling alone, so most of the hotels were just renting out beds. When I checked into my room, there was an empty bed. A little while later, a young man and a middle-aged woman came in. The young man was over 1.8 meters tall, and rather chubby. The middle-aged woman seemed very thin, but honestly, although she was middle-aged, she seemed like a very pure and innocent woman in her youth. The woman seemed very young overall.

The man stayed in my room, and the woman moved to the room next door. They said there was also a woman's empty bed next door. Since we were both young, I quickly started chatting with the man. Coincidentally, we applied to the same college and had the same major, so it felt like fate, and we naturally talked more. Because the written exam wasn't until the next day and the interview was on the third day, I had nothing to do, so I stayed in the hotel chatting with them. During the conversation, I learned that the woman was his mother, and that she worked in the education bureau of their local county. His father worked in some kind of petroleum administration bureau. They were from Hebei.

They both seemed to have good temperaments, and they both spoke slowly and deliberately. I chatted with them for the whole afternoon. To be honest, I felt a little contempt for that guy. He was already twenty-three or twenty-four, and his mother still had to accompany him to take an exam.

That evening, we went out to eat separately. It was quite late after dinner, and it was already dark. I strolled around the school campus. At that moment, under the streetlights, I saw the guy I lived with in the dorm walking arm in arm with his mother on campus. At first glance, they looked like a couple. Maybe I'm just naive, but I felt something was off. How could a mother and son walk arm in arm like that? But then I thought, different perspectives, maybe it's just family.

Because I had already read quite a few novels about incest between mothers and sons, and this scene had further fueled my thoughts, filling my mind with incestuous scenarios. Since I had nothing else to do, I followed the mother and son from a distance. What I found was quite surprising: their behavior was incredibly intimate. They sat down on a bench in the school's grove of trees, chatting, and the mother was feeding her son something—I think it was candy or something. Because I was a bit far away and behind them, I couldn't see very clearly. The mother was practically leaning on her son as she fed him the candy, and the son even put his arm around her shoulder. When I saw this, my heart raced; I couldn't believe my eyes. Was I really going to witness a real-life mother-son romance?

The woman's head was resting on her son's shoulder, and the son had his arm around her shoulder; they seemed to be having an intimate conversation. Every now and then, the man's hand would move from her shoulder to her arm or waist, almost like a caress. Keep in mind, this was June, and the weather was already quite warm. Everyone was wearing short sleeves. The woman was wearing a white short-sleeved shirt, the kind made of a slightly sheer fabric, and a light blue skirt that reached her knees. The two sat there for a while, the woman occasionally standing up to adjust her hair or tug at her shirt and skirt. Each time, the man would pull her hand, and she would return to her seat on the bench. Once, when the woman stood up again to adjust her clothes, the man actually pulled her onto his lap. From a distance, it looked like he was trying to kiss her neck, but she pulled her head away and quickly got off his lap. Then the man embraced the woman, and the woman placed one hand on the man's face. They exchanged a few words, then got up and left.

I saw them go straight back to the hotel. I wondered if they went back to the hotel to be intimate? So I went around to the back of the hotel and checked the light in our room. Our light was off, while the light in the next room, where his mother was staying, was on. I thought this meant someone was in his mother's room, so they must have gone to my son's room. Sure enough, after a while, the light in my room came on, meaning they had gone to my room.

I was calculating downstairs, and after five or six minutes, I went into the hotel and went to my room. I wanted to listen for any unusual sounds inside, because it was around seven or eight o'clock, and there were many people in the hallway, so I couldn't listen carefully. I didn't hear anything particularly unusual (hehe, I really wondered if I was a bit of a pervert at the time), only occasionally hearing a few words of conversation, but I couldn't understand what they were saying.

I thought I might as well just knock and go in. So I pushed the door, found it was locked, and then tried to open it with the key. I found that the door was locked from the inside, and to show my surprise, I deliberately muttered a few words. After about thirty seconds, my son opened the door. My first reaction after he opened the door was to look at his bed. I saw his mother sitting beside his bed, her cheeks rosier than in the afternoon, her hair a little messy, and the bottom button of her shirt undone, with part of her skirt tucked inside. I don't know if I'd been staring for too long and aroused suspicion, or if they were feeling guilty, but the woman looked at me and said the hallway was too noisy and the door wouldn't close, so they'd locked it from the inside. That's when I realized what was going on. I said "Oh" twice and asked, "Have you eaten?" and that was it.

That night, lying in bed, I kept thinking about their behavior, getting more and more excited, and finding his mother increasingly alluring. Finally, I fantasized about his mother masturbating.

But the story didn't end there; the written exam was over the next day. In the afternoon, the man came and said he was moving to the room next door with his mother, explaining that the girl living there was from the School of Economics and Management and was leaving that afternoon. This fueled my imagination. The man moved in that evening, and since no one was staying in my room, I couldn't sleep. So I listened carefully to the sounds from next door. Honestly, I couldn't hear much, except for sounds coming from the bathroom next door.

After dinner, I went for a walk again, but I didn't see them, and their room light was off. I guessed they had gone to bed early.

I went back to the hotel and stayed in my room alone, lost in thought.

Around 11 PM, I got up to use the restroom. While squatting on the toilet, I vaguely heard noises from next door. I immediately got up, opened my room door, and went to listen. Wow, if I listened carefully, I could indeed faintly hear a woman moaning. She was also saying "Quietly, quietly" from time to time.

I was completely stunned. I didn't know if I should believe it. My mind was struggling to accept it.

But then I thought it was possible that the woman wasn't the man's mother.

Later, both the man and I got into graduate school and became classmates, but I always maintained a relatively distant relationship with him. Mainly, I had a strange feeling about it.

For the entire three years, the man didn't have a girlfriend.

It was quite puzzling. I'd appreciate any opinions. Am I overly sensitive because I've read too many incest novels, or is this truly an abnormal mother-son relationship? By the way, regarding the moaning sounds in the room at night, since I didn't witness them myself, I can only suspect it was my imagination, although I'm 100% certain it wasn't.

This has been weighing on my mind for four or five years, and I haven't told anyone around me, worried they'll think I have ulterior motives. But I genuinely feel that the relationship between my classmate and his mother is abnormal.

This all started when I went to Beijing for my postgraduate entrance exam interview. Because there were so many applicants and limited accommodations around the university, and since most of the interviewees were students with little money and traveling alone, most of the hotels were offering dormitory beds. When I checked into my room, there was an empty bed. A short while later, a young man and a middle-aged woman came in. The man was over 1.8 meters tall, and rather chubby. The woman appeared quite thin, but honestly, despite her age, she seemed like a very pure and innocent woman in her youth. Overall, she seemed very young.

The boy stayed in my room, and the girl moved to the room next door. They said there was also a girl's empty bed next door. Since we were both young, I quickly started chatting with the boy. Coincidentally, we applied to the same college and had the same major, so it felt like fate, and we naturally talked more. Because the written exam wasn't until the next day and the interview was on the third day, I had nothing to do, so I stayed in the hotel chatting with them. During the conversation, I learned that the girl was his mother, and that she worked in the education bureau of their local county. His father worked in some kind of petroleum administration bureau. They were from Hebei.

They both seemed to have good temperaments, and they both spoke slowly and deliberately. I chatted with them for the whole afternoon. To be honest, I felt a little contempt for that guy. He was already twenty-three or twenty-four, and his mother still had to accompany him to take an exam.

That evening, we went out to eat separately. It was quite late after dinner, and it was already dark. I strolled around the school campus. At that moment, under the streetlights, I saw the guy I lived with in the dorm walking arm in arm with his mother on campus. At first glance, they looked like a couple. Maybe I'm just naive, but I felt something was off. How could a mother and son walk arm in arm like that? But then I thought, different perspectives, maybe it's just family.

Because I had already read quite a few novels about incest between mothers and sons, and this scene had further fueled my thoughts, filling my mind with incestuous scenarios. Since I had nothing else to do, I followed the mother and son from a distance. What I found was quite surprising: their behavior was incredibly intimate. They sat down on a bench in the school's grove of trees, chatting, and the mother was feeding her son something—I think it was candy or something. Because I was a bit far away and behind them, I couldn't see very clearly. The mother was practically leaning on her son as she fed him the candy, and the son even put his arm around her shoulder. When I saw this, my heart raced; I couldn't believe my eyes. Was I really going to witness a real-life mother-son romance?

The woman's head was resting on her son's shoulder, and the son had his arm around her shoulder; they seemed to be having an intimate conversation. Every now and then, the man's hand would move from her shoulder to her arm or waist, almost like a caress. Keep in mind, this was June, and the weather was already quite warm. Everyone was wearing short sleeves. The woman was wearing a white short-sleeved shirt, the kind made of a slightly sheer fabric, and a light blue skirt that reached her knees. The two sat there for a while, the woman occasionally standing up to adjust her hair or tug at her shirt and skirt. Each time, the man would pull her hand, and she would return to her seat on the bench. Once, when the woman stood up again to adjust her clothes, the man actually pulled her onto his lap. From a distance, it looked like he was trying to kiss her neck, but she pulled her head away and quickly got off his lap. Then the man embraced the woman, and the woman placed one hand on the man's face. They exchanged a few words, then got up and left.

I saw them go straight back to the hotel. I wondered if they went back to the hotel to be intimate? So I went around to the back of the hotel and checked the light in our room. Our light was off, while the light in the next room, where his mother was staying, was on. I thought this meant someone was in his mother's room, so they must have gone to my son's room. Sure enough, after a while, the light in my room came on, meaning they had gone to my room.

I was calculating downstairs, and after five or six minutes, I went into the hotel and went to my room. I wanted to listen for any unusual sounds inside, because it was around seven or eight o'clock, and there were many people in the hallway, so I couldn't listen carefully. I didn't hear anything particularly unusual (hehe, I really wondered if I was a bit of a pervert at the time), only occasionally hearing a few words of conversation, but I couldn't understand what they were saying.

I thought I might as well just knock and go in. So I pushed the door, found it was locked, and then tried to open it with the key. I found that the door was locked from the inside, and to show my surprise, I deliberately muttered a few words. After about thirty seconds, my son opened the door. My first reaction after he opened the door was to look at his bed. I saw his mother sitting beside his bed, her cheeks rosier than in the afternoon, her hair a little messy, and the bottom button of her shirt undone, with part of her skirt tucked inside. I don't know if I'd been staring for too long and aroused suspicion, or if they were feeling guilty, but the woman looked at me and said the hallway was too noisy and the door wouldn't close, so they'd locked it from the inside. That's when I realized what was going on. I said "Oh" twice and asked, "Have you eaten?" and that was it.

That night, lying in bed, I kept thinking about their behavior, getting more and more excited, and finding his mother increasingly alluring. Finally, I fantasized about his mother masturbating.

But the story didn't end there; the written exam was over the next day. In the afternoon, the man came and said he was moving to the room next door with his mother, explaining that the girl living there was from the School of Economics and Management and was leaving that afternoon. This fueled my imagination. The man moved in that evening, and since no one was staying in my room, I couldn't sleep. So I listened carefully to the sounds from next door. Honestly, I couldn't hear much, except for sounds coming from the bathroom next door.

After dinner, I went for a walk again, but I didn't see them, and their room light was off. I guessed they had gone to bed early.

I went back to the hotel and stayed in my room alone, lost in thought.

Around 11 PM, I got up to use the restroom. While squatting on the toilet, I vaguely heard noises from next door. I immediately got up, opened my room door, and went to listen. Wow, if I listened carefully, I could indeed faintly hear a woman moaning. She was also saying "Quietly, quietly" from time to time.

I was completely stunned. I didn't know if I should believe it. My mind was struggling to accept it.

But then I thought it was possible that the woman wasn't the man's mother.

Later, both the man and I got into graduate school and became classmates, but I always maintained a relatively distant relationship with him. Mainly, I had a strange feeling about it.

For the entire three years, the man didn't have a girlfriend.

It was quite puzzling. I'd like to hear your opinions. Do you think I'm overly sensitive because I've read too many incest novels, or is this really an abnormal mother-son relationship? By the way, regarding the moaning sounds in the room at night, since I didn't see them with my own eyes, I can only suspect that it was my imagination, although I'm 100% sure it wasn't my imagination or sleepwalking.

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