Mother after amnesia

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I'm a sexual fantasist, and that hasn't changed since birth. I remember as a child I loved to fantasize wildly about how to get close to women, something that still surprises me now. As I've grown older, these wild fantasies have been accompanied by wild sexual desires. When I was ten, I don't know why, I started fantasizing about my mother, imagining myself making love to her. I would often lewdly stare at her body and alluring posture while she slept, and like a madman, I would steal glances at her breasts.

But I knew this was dangerous and despicable behavior, and my mother noticed my inappropriate behavior. Several times she finally scolded me, saying, "Stop fooling around!" or giving me a subtle reprimand. Of course, I knew my mother didn't want me to go astray, and she herself didn't want to do such incestuous things. But my father's early death and the years of being alone with my mother made it impossible for me to get rid of these desires, especially since my mother herself was also suffering from sexual turmoil—after all, she was only 42 years old—and I was already 19. We both really wanted it.

But things weren't as mutually agreeable as you might imagine. A dramatic turn of events led me to completely possess my mother…
My mother's figure was impeccable. Of medium build, at 42, she was at the peak of her charm, full-figured but not bloated, her complexion youthful and alluring—unlike a frail and unromantic young girl. A 20-year-old girl is an immature woman, quite uninteresting.

One summer afternoon when I was 19, my mother was practicing gymnastics in her room, wearing a short skirt and vest. Her snow-white body attracted my gaze like a magnet. With each jump, she conveyed the allure of a beautiful, sexy, mature woman: her round, plump buttocks rose high with each sway, her large breasts bounced up and down, her slightly protruding belly and her private parts moved rhythmically with the music.

I imprinted this incredibly beautiful scene in my mind without looking, and at the same time, I felt that my mother was unconsciously expressing her deepest desires. Thinking of this, I felt a surge of excitement, and my penis instantly hardened.

My mother, completely oblivious to my wicked thoughts, smiled at me as she danced, saying, "Alright, I'm almost done. Can you run me a bath?" I did as she asked, without peeking at her. After she finished dressing, I watched her go to bed. "Oh, so tired!" my mother said softly, stretching her alluring body. "I'm going to sleep for a while, you should rest too." She then lay down on the bed.

I didn't leave immediately, staring intently at my mother. Her soft, fragrant body lay on the bed like cooked noodles, her seemingly boneless body constantly twisting her thighs and plump buttocks, her slender waist swaying like a water snake. I tried my best to suppress my thoughts and went back to my room.

But as you know, I couldn't sleep. I kept thinking about my mother's lewd state, and my penis was already throbbing, making my pants look like a tent. Losing my mind, I returned to my mother's bedside, only to find her already fast asleep. She lay on her side, her large buttocks and thick legs facing me directly. I could see her face; her cheeks were flushed and even more alluring after exercise. One hand rested on her erect breast, rising and falling with her breath. My mother was only wearing a very thin dress; I guessed she wasn't wearing anything underneath, because I couldn't see any marks through the almost transparent fabric.

I stood naked by the bed, one hand holding my penis, the other reaching out to touch my mother. I pulled back in fright, afraid of being discovered. I knew that once I did it, there would be no turning back, but I also felt that my mother and I should both know the truth. Gazing at her alluring sleeping body, I could no longer suppress my surging lust. I jumped lightly and quickly onto my mother's bed, grabbed her, and kissed her rosy lips passionately, sucking on them. My hands grabbed her large breasts, squeezing and playing with them frantically. My penis pressed against my mother's thigh, thrusting wildly.

My mother suddenly woke up from my frantic rubbing and screamed, "What...what are you doing!"

I wanted to stop, but I knew that stopping meant the end; maybe going all the way in would have unexpected results, so I completely ignored her screams.

"Stop it!" my mother screamed, twisting her intoxicatingly plump flesh. "You little beast, are you trying to kill me! You're not human!"

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

"Stop it! You beast!" my mother struggled desperately, hitting and screaming, her hair disheveled. "I've raised you for nothing, you beast! Oh God! Help!"

I grabbed my mother's hand and lifted her clothes. Sure enough, she was wearing nothing but a small pair of underwear. I immediately tried to take off her pants, but her struggles made it impossible. So I loosened my grip slightly and tried to take them off with both hands. But what I never expected... Suddenly, my mother grabbed my head with all her might and shoved me away, then hysterically banged her head against the wall beside the bed!

My mind went blank for a moment; I had no idea what was happening. When I turned around, I found my mother unconscious on the bed, her head and the wall covered in blood, the sheets stained crimson. I rushed over, picked her up, and cried, "Mom, what's wrong? Mom!" She didn't respond, but she was still breathing. I knew something terrible had happened. I hurriedly dressed, wrapped a towel around her forehead, and carried her to the hospital. Luckily, there weren't many cars on the road. I was also good friends with the son of a surgeon at the hospital (Dr. Zhang), and thanks to their immediate care, my mother was out of danger.

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

"Oh dear, how did it turn out like this?" Dr. Zhang shook his head. "Your life is saved, but your mother's injuries are too deep. She might suffer permanent amnesia or dementia! Ah, it depends on luck. If she's lucky, it'll just be amnesia; otherwise, dementia will be terrible!"

Dr. Zhang left me, dumbfounded, and went back to the operating room, only emerging an hour later.

"Oh dear, so tiring! We're lucky; there wasn't too much brain damage. She won't have dementia, don't worry."

A month later, with the hospital's help, my mother was finally discharged. That day, I borrowed a car from a friend to pick her up and take her home. "Huh? Where am I going? Who are you?" my mother asked, looking at me the whole way. I felt a pang of sadness and almost cried, only softly saying, "We're going home."

Do you find this strange? Shouldn't I have added "Mom" after "We're going home"? But I definitely didn't say "Mom." The complex emotions I felt were unimaginable. At that moment, amidst immense heartache, a malicious thought suddenly arose in my subconscious: "Mom has lost her memory, which means she doesn't even know who she is or who I am!" This despicable thought controlled my mouth, preventing me from uttering the word "Mom." I wouldn't let her know I was her son; I wanted to use this opportunity to truly possess her!
With a complex mix of pain and excitement, I returned home with Mom.

"Where is this?" Mom asked curiously, looking at the familiar room. "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 inwardly.
"Who are you?" Mom asked again

. I picked up a photo of Mom and me sitting on the edge of the bed, smiling, and said to her, "Do you recognize yourself? Honey? We're husband and wife, you've forgotten everything?"

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

I lit a cigarette, mustered my courage, put my arm around my mother's ample waist, and pulled her to sit on the edge of the bed, saying, "Oh, you're badly injured! Darling, I miss you so much. "

Looking into my tender and affectionate eyes, Mom gradually began to believe me. After all, her injuries had affected her thinking to some extent, and she slowly leaned her head against my chest, letting me hold her.

A vicious lust surged into my mind again. Holding Mom in one arm, I quickly stripped off my own clothes and pants with the other. I lifted Mom's chin and immediately took her cherry-like lips into my mouth, licking and sucking her fragrant lips. I then thrust my tongue into her mouth, nibbling and swallowing her tongue.

I laid Mom down on the bed and quickly stripped off her clothes, revealing her long-desired white flesh before my eyes. Mom tried to push me away, a sliver of shame still driving her to reject me.

"Don't do this, no..." Mom looked at me with a hint of panic. "No!"

"We're husband and wife, don't be afraid!" I said shamelessly, my breath quickening as I saw Mom's fair skin, huge breasts, protruding belly, incredibly plump buttocks, and her dark, dense genitals for the first time. My penis quickly became erect, the rush of blood making me want to immediately thrust into Mom's vagina.

"I'm your husband! Don't be afraid, it's normal for couples to make love!" I patiently instructed Mom, lifting her thighs and exploring her breasts, nipples, and buttocks, then reaching for her vagina.

"No! Not here..." Mom still wouldn't let me touch her vaginal opening.

But Mom's resistance was only symbolic; she seemed to have accepted the lie that I was her husband. I lifted Mom's waist, kissed her breasts, greedily licking and sucking her increasingly large nipples, constantly sucking on the nipples that had nurtured me, as if I were drinking sweet milk again. That was the place I, and every man with a mother complex, loved most. The nipples possessed both maternal tenderness and feminine allure, making them doubly attractive to me.

I played with her breasts with one hand while caressing her large, plump buttocks with the other. Under my kisses and caresses, Mom gradually softened, no longer able to push me away. She collapsed into my arms, letting me play with her entire body at will, her eyes slightly open, her small mouth breathing softly, uttering sweet moans: "Mmm...no...don't...husband, don't..."

I could no longer resist Mom's wanton moans, and thrust my penis into her vulva. Can you believe how easily I penetrated her? Because under my caresses, her vulva was already overflowing with fluid, soaking a large patch of the sheets. The moment my penis entered Mom's vagina, I felt a suffocating pleasure, followed by extreme confusion. My waist began to arch uncontrollably, thrusting my penis repeatedly towards my birthplace.

I couldn't stop, feeling completely out of control. I didn't grab my mother's breasts; instead, I gripped her thighs tightly and thrust wildly. The incredibly stimulating and pleasurable sensation of intercourse was irresistible. My mother's tight vagina, which hadn't had sex in a long time, gripped my penis tightly, making it difficult for me to thrust my hot penis back and forth with all my might.

And Mom seemed to feel the pleasure of being penetrated, moaning incessantly: "Oh...oh...husband...ah...you...ah...faster...um..."

Actually, that's how sex is; it doesn't necessarily involve excessive moaning or lewd talk, just constant, primal cries: "Ah...husband...oh...um...come on

..." Mom hooked her plump legs around my waist, pressing me down hard, her round buttocks swaying upwards to meet my penis with each thrust. I took the opportunity to kiss her breasts, licking their softness and smoothness once more. My mother was having wild sex, completely unlike her usual shy self, her trembling flesh driving me crazy. I had to keep aiming at her large, swaying breasts, gripping her round buttocks tightly to prevent my penis from slipping out of her vagina.

I thrust in and out with all my might, my mother's vaginal walls tightly gripping my glans. After hundreds of thrusts, I felt a burning heat on my glans, my entire penis throbbing unbearably. I wanted to pull out, but my mother's plump legs held me firmly.

I felt like my penis was about to burst, and at the same time, an indescribable pleasure surged through me, making me eager to release. I thrust hard, and a gush of fluid erupted from my engorged penis—I ejaculated every last drop of my semen into my mother's vagina.

"Oh...ahhh!" "I was going wild, and at the same time, Mom let out a scream, her fleshy body trembling violently, her breasts and lower abdomen thrusting out. We both collapsed onto the bed, falling into a deep sleep...

When I woke up, I looked at Mom's alluring, lustful expression, her cherry lips slightly parted, opening and closing rhythmically, her large breasts draped over her neck, her legs spread, her thick labia still dripping with nectar, her plump, white buttocks slightly exposed, her tender belly covered in my saliva and Mom's love juice.

Looking at this seductive, alluring woman, I couldn't resist picking Mom up again and sweetly kissing her tender flesh. Mom also hugged me, softly calling out, 'Husband, that felt so good!'" "I felt a surge of ecstasy, and pressed myself against my mother, continuing my act. Soon after, I climaxed on her again.

From then on, my mother treated me like her husband, letting me fondle her beautiful body. She loved this sweet sexual life, often initiating sex. If I sometimes didn't want to, she would pout like a child, 'Come on, just a little while, husband! Come on!' Unexpectedly, this 'misfortune turned into a blessing,' gaining the initiative of such a beautiful woman. All of this stemmed from my uncontrollable, malicious lust—despicable yet alluring!"

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