[Married Woman Incest] Yunnan Erotic Sequel

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In my second semester of freshman year, I got a girlfriend. I don't even know how we got together, but we had sex not long after. My girlfriend wasn't pretty, but she was very passionate (of course, she wasn't a virgin either),

and I experienced sex like I'd never before. I was completely infatuated with my new love, and looking back, I couldn't help but feel ashamed of my past actions. That summer, I didn't go home; I asked my family for some money and traveled around with my girlfriend. I only went home for a few days towards the end of the summer. When I did go home, I didn't ask my mother for anything, and I didn't even want to be alone with her. My mother, of course, quickly noticed my change, and she seemed very happy. We gradually forgot about the past, and my resentment towards my parents gradually disappeared as I grew up, so our mother-son relationship gradually improved.

I broke up with my first girlfriend quickly, but I quickly found another one. Maybe it was because I was a pretty good student, and I was quite popular with girls at that time. In my second semester of junior year, I found my third girlfriend. I really liked her then, and even seriously considered marriage.

After graduating from university, I couldn't stay in the city where I studied. Instead, I was assigned to a factory in my hometown. Among my classmates, my assignment was almost the worst. My girlfriend also returned to her hometown.

The factory I worked at was inefficient, and there was a lot of backstabbing and infighting. I wasn't used to it at first and was very unhappy there. Later, my girlfriend wrote to me saying that her parents opposed our relationship, saying that being apart meant nothing, and proposed breaking up. That's how we broke up. In the days following the breakup, I felt even worse. That day, I had a big argument with our supervisor over some trivial matter and quit in a fit of anger.

At that time, very few people would do that. As a result, I was "unemployed" after working for less than four months.

When my family found out, my father, unusually, scolded me severely. If my mother hadn't intervened, he would have hit me. At this point, I regretted it a little and let my father scold me. I was incredibly depressed and completely collapsed. A few days after quitting, I fell ill. At first, it was just a cold, but then I developed a high fever that wouldn't go down. This was something I had never experienced before since I was old enough to understand. My mother was very worried. She accompanied me to the doctor, brewed medicine for me, and even took time off work to stay home and take care of me. I was sick for over a week, and my mother was busy for over a week. I was deeply moved by my mother's love and care. I finally understood that my mother loved me very much too.

After I felt better, I asked my mother to go to work. But she said that there wasn't much work at her workplace during this period, and she had her own leave, so she insisted on staying home to stay with me. I understood that my mother wanted to stay home to comfort and encourage me, to help me cheer up, but at that time I felt that I had no future, and even felt that I had no will to live. My mood was very heavy, and I couldn't cheer up no matter what.

That day, I was taking a nap, but I couldn't fall asleep. My mind was filled with random thoughts. My mother came into the room to gather my things. I didn't want her to find out that I wasn't asleep, so I ignored her and pretended to be fast asleep. After gathering my things for a while, my mother sat down by my bed. I knew that my mother was looking at me with love, and her soft sigh told me how worried she was about me. I felt both grateful and ashamed, and I really wanted to get up and cry in my mother's arms.

Suddenly, my mother leaned down and gently kissed my forehead. I couldn't hold back anymore, and I sat up abruptly, hugging my mother and bursting into tears. I cried my heart out, not knowing how long I cried before the tears slowly stopped. As I cried, my mother lovingly stroked me, just like she had when I was a child.

After crying that day, I felt a little better and fell asleep quickly that night. But that night I was awakened by a dream; I dreamt that my mother was sitting by my bed, kissing my forehead, and then slowly taking off her clothes. It was at this moment that I woke up. After waking up, I couldn't help but feel ashamed and guilty, thinking that my mother was so good to me, yet I had been so foolish. I felt very sorry for my mother. But after falling asleep again, I couldn't help but think of my mother, of her gentle kiss, of her soft body... The next day, I felt extremely awkward when I was with my mother. I secretly observed my mother. At 40, she looked a little more weathered than before, but her appearance and figure remained captivating, and her charm and elegance surpassed even her former self. I couldn't help but feel excited. I felt ashamed and tried desperately to control myself from having any impure thoughts.

I was terrified that my mother would find out, so I tried to act nonchalant. But the more I did, the worse it got. Soon, my mother noticed my strange behavior. Under her gaze, I panicked… My mother quickly understood everything. I lowered my head in shame and remorse, not knowing how to express my apology to my mother.

My mother looked at me calmly, her eyes suddenly becoming so gentle. I suddenly realized that there was no blame in her eyes, but rather a motherly tenderness. I looked up in surprise, full of questions. I wondered, would my mother want to make love to me? Would she satisfy my desires?

My mother got up and went to the kitchen, but I had already found the answer in her slightly shy expression.

At that moment, my mother was so beautiful, so very beautiful! Without much thought, I followed her into the kitchen. I wrapped my arms around my mother's slender waist from behind and gently kissed her delicate neck. My mother stopped me, glancing at the door. I immediately understood, ran to lock the door, and then carried her into my room.

I passionately kissed her soft, sweet lips, and she responded tenderly—something I had never experienced before. I was completely intoxicated by the long kiss. At that moment, I felt more maternal love than lust.

After we took off our clothes, I embraced my mother. I had hugged my mother naked many times before, but this feeling was completely different. Before, I only felt lust, but this time I felt love for my mother. My mother and I kissed passionately again, unwilling to part for a long time.

At this moment, my mother was so lovely; she stretched out her body, gently letting me caress her. Every part of my mother's body was so familiar, so intimate, and I kissed her passionately until I had kissed her entire body.

After a period of tender caresses, I longed to enter my mother's body. I grasped my hard penis and, with my mother's cooperation, entered her body. My penis was enveloped and caressed by my mother's warm, moist vagina, and my pleasure intensified rapidly.

I gently thrust in and out, and my mother's vagina seemed to tenderly and lovingly comfort me. Slowly, I felt completely merged with my mother.

Finally, the climax was approaching. I wished it could slow down, but I knew I was powerless to stop it, so I could only greedily savor the arrival of the climax.

After the last thrust and the release of the last drop of semen, I lay contentedly on top of my mother. At that moment, I felt so happy, as if all my troubles had left me.

We rested for a while before I reluctantly left my mother's body. My penis had shrunk considerably after sex, and I barely moved before it left my mother's body.

My mother covered her private parts with her underwear, got up, turned around, and squatted on the bed to wipe herself. Several times before, because I hadn't prepared toilet paper, my mother had done the same thing after sex. I couldn't help but smile. When Mom noticed, she seemed a little embarrassed, and finally gave my limp penis a light, teasing pat before getting dressed and leaving.

That night, I lay in bed reflecting on the day's events. I remembered someone saying something like, "In a consensual setting, and with deep enough feelings, sex can be the best way to communicate emotions, regardless of what those feelings are." I knew Mom only felt maternal love for me; her affection for her son made her willing to have sex with me, and it also brought her satisfaction. After

that day, our bond deepened. For a long time, Mom and I had sex frequently. At that time, Mom was my whole life.

After some time, I slowly pulled myself together and, following Mom's advice, went to work in a small private factory.

What I learned in school paid off; I progressed quickly in the factory and eventually became one of the owners. After making some money, I left the factory and started my own business. After years of hard work, I finally have my own place in the world.

I am very grateful to my mother; everything I have today is thanks to her. Many years ago, I stopped intentionally having sex with her, but sometimes when we are alone, and the "passion is strong," we still do it occasionally.

I'm not sure if my family is truly unaware of my relationship with my mother. My younger brother knows more or less, but I don't know how much he knows, and he has never talked to me about it. My father is probably completely unaware.

I've had many women, and I'm married with a son, but I still cherish those days, and I don't regret having that kind of relationship with my mother. There's no right or wrong in this kind of thing; as long as I'm at peace with myself, that's enough. Isn't that right?

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