Sons resemble their fathers

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I am 38 years old, and my son, Tiantian, is 20 and a sophomore in college. My husband passed away thirteen years ago, and my son and I have relied on each other ever since. I haven't remarried, initially for my son's sake, fearing he would suffer mistreatment from a stepfather. As my son grew older, I discovered I had fallen in love with him—a love that transcended maternal love, a romantic love between a man and a woman. My son also fell in love with me. At this point, not only did I no longer want to find another man, but my son also strongly opposed it. We have been living like a couple for over three years.
Regarding the incestuous novels on the website, I don't know how many are factual and how many are fictional. However, from the comments, I can sense that most readers are tolerant and understanding of the phenomenon of mother-son incest, and some even express support. Influenced by that novel, I also want to write about my own incestuous story with my son from a mother's perspective and share it with everyone.
My writing is certainly not as good as that novel, but I will try my best to write with my heart and get as close to the truth as possible. I have no intention of advocating or promoting mother-son incest, and please don't take the stories in the novels as factual. Since this is an erotic novel, it should be written in a rather provocative style. Therefore, readers who dislike explicit language and obscene descriptions should refrain from reading. I wrote this novel primarily for my own amusement and originally didn't intend to publish it. However, after showing it to a fellow erotic enthusiast, he praised it highly, calling it a rare incestuous mother-son novel and hoping I could post it online to share with more readers. I took his advice and decided to publish it here. If it brings readers any pleasure, I will be immensely honored. If it disappoints readers, I apologize for wasting your precious time and hope for your understanding. I got married at 18
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right after graduating high school. My husband is a government employee six years older than me. He's the older brother of my classmate, whom I met when I visited her home. The first time he saw me, he showered me with attention; it was clear he was instantly smitten, and my first impression of him was also quite positive. That day, he drove us to a nearby wetland park for a short day, then took us to a fancy hotel for dinner, and finally to a karaoke bar until late at night. From then on, he frequently asked me out, and we had sex in less than a month. Our first time was at his house; he had planned it all along, and I was only half-heartedly going along with it. Because I was nervous and scared, I was practically blindfolded during sex, expecting it to hurt a lot. Lying on the bed, my body was a little stiff. He seemed inexperienced, and it took him a while to insert his penis. Maybe his penis wasn't very thick, because I didn't feel much swelling, and it went in smoothly, completely inside. Strangely, I didn't feel my hymen being broken, and of course, it didn't hurt much either.
Since this was my first time having sex, I thought there would be bleeding, so I put a clean, new white towel under my buttocks. He had prepared it beforehand, saying he wanted to keep my virgin blood as a souvenir. But after we finished, the towel was still white except for some of our secretions. My head was spinning, and I felt completely lost. My face flushed red as if I'd done something wrong. I didn't know why. I felt wronged and helpless. Looking at the way he looked at me, I couldn't hold back anymore and burst into tears. He was a little confused too. Seeing me cry, he came over to comfort me and held me in his arms. I told him that this was truly my first time. I'd never done it with anyone else, not even masturbated. I didn't know why it broke, or when it broke. What he said next touched me deeply. He said he believed me and told me not to overthink it, because there are many things that can cause a hymen to rupture, not just sexual intercourse. He also said that since we had had sex, I was his woman, and he believed I was innocent. He would be responsible for me for the rest of his life. Moreover, he still treasured that towel.
The answer to this matter finally came a year after we got married. One day, we were chatting casually, and we started talking about our mischievous childhood memories. I mentioned secretly learning to ride a bicycle when I was just over ten years old. I couldn't reach the seat, so I had to ride on the crossbar... At this point, I suddenly realized why my hymen had ruptured—it was from riding the bicycle. It was definitely from that time. One day, after riding my bicycle, I went to the bathroom and found blood on my underwear. I thought I had started my period, but it wasn't due yet. Was it early? A few days later, my period came. I was still wondering why, but then I realized it was from riding the bicycle that my hymen had ruptured. He laughed when he heard me say this, teasing me that I had lost my virginity to the bicycle crossbar. Back then,
he was full of energy and had a strong libido. After my first time, it was like a flood breaking through a dam—uncontrollable. After that, almost every time we met, I would have sex with him, sometimes four or five times in one night. Since then, I haven't had my period. After we had been together for over three months, he took me to the hospital for a checkup, and we found out I was over two months pregnant. After discussions between both sets of parents, it was decided to keep the baby and get married immediately. As a result, I had to abandon my studies and hastily marry, giving birth to my son, Tiantian, just over six months later. I don't regret it. Although I regret not being able to go to university, I'm very content to have married a good husband whom I love and who loves me.
After marriage, my husband treated me like a treasure, showering me with care and attention. From pregnancy to childbirth, I hardly had to do anything, enjoying queen-like treatment every day. At that time, my husband had a very strong sexual desire, wanting to have sex with me almost every night. When I was five or six months pregnant and my belly was so big I dared not bend over, he still didn't stop. Back then, we didn't understand anything; we only knew how to enjoy each other's physical pleasure. Our intense desire kept us going, and we didn't consider the impact on the fetus at all. Even so, our son arrived on time and was born healthy. Thinking about it now, I feel a sense of relief; thankfully, nothing went wrong. Perhaps his penis wasn't very long, or perhaps I was very healthy, which is why the fetus wasn't threatened.
My husband is always incredibly impatient during sex, wanting to finish as quickly as possible. Even after our son was born, he remained the same, having sex with me in front of our son regardless of whether our son was asleep or not. It was one thing when the child was young and didn't understand, but now that our son is five or six years old and can remember things, he still doesn't care. Despite my repeated reminders to my husband to be mindful of our son, he ignores me completely. Once, I angrily said to him, "Are you intentionally letting our son see this?" He just grinned at me and said, "Whether he sees it or not, he'll figure it out sooner or later without being taught. Hey, did you see the look in his eyes? He's bound to be a pervert someday." I said, "Whatever. You're not as good as a dick, all you do is fuck, so be it." He said, "It's your fault I fuck you every day." I said, "Why should it be my fault? I didn't seduce you, you always take the initiative." He said, "Do you need to seduce me? Look at you, which man wouldn't want to fuck you?" I said, "You big scoundrel, your mind is full of evil thoughts, am I that horny?" He said, "What's wrong with being horny? I love your horny look, I can never get enough of you." I said, "Come on, what do you mean you can't get enough of loving me? You can't get enough of fucking me." He said, "My wife knows me best." Next, I think the reader can guess what we'll do. Yes, I inevitably got a good fucking from him. Honestly, I like him like this, I like his mischievous and naughty way of looking at me.
The most frustrating thing is that my husband always uses vulgar language during sex, especially when he's about to climax. He can't control himself, and the most frequent thing he says to me is, "I'm going to fuck you to death!" Sometimes when I'm feeling so good and about to climax, I'll agree with him and say, "Okay, honey, fuck me to death!" I think if our son sees us having sex and hears those vulgar words, it will definitely have a negative impact on him, since he's still quite naive. And it really has had an impact, even though my son doesn't really understand sex.
When my son was eight years old, he had just started first grade. One night, my husband was on duty and not home, so my son and I slept together. Before falling asleep, he suddenly climbed on top of me, hugged me, and said, "Mommy, I want to fuck you like Daddy does." I could hardly believe my ears. I thought, "How can such a little kid say this?" I froze, not knowing what to do. Seeing that I didn't move, my son actually tried to pull down my underwear, just like his father did. After calming down a bit, I quickly pushed him off, smacked him on the bottom, and yelled, "What did you say! What are you doing? You little brat, do you even know what fucking is?!" My son probably didn't expect me to get so angry. He was stunned and stared at me blankly, standing on the floor, completely bewildered. At that moment, I suddenly realized that I couldn't blame the child entirely; the main blame was on my husband, although I also bore a little responsibility.
Seeing my son's bewildered and pitiful look, I suddenly felt incredibly guilty. It was clearly the parents who were being irresponsible, yet I was blaming the child. So I hugged him tightly and said gently, "You're still young, there are some things you don't understand. You can't do what Dad did to Mom. You can only do that with your wife. You're still young. When you grow up and get married, you can do it with your wife."
From then on, I never let my husband do it to me in front of our son again. However, the story didn't end there. One day, I went to pick up Tiantian from school. I was chatting with another parent who was also picking up their child at the school gate. His child, Lili, was Tiantian's classmate, so we often ran into each other while picking up
our children. We'd chat while waiting, and over time we even exchanged phone numbers. I had a good impression of him; he was refined, clean-cut, and had a mature, charming appeal. When the school bell rang, the children started coming out one after another. First, Lili saw her father and ran over. When she got closer, I noticed something was wrong; her face was flushed and she looked very angry. Usually, she greets me with a "Hello, Auntie!" but this time she ignored me and went straight to her father, angrily saying, "Dad, Tian Tian scolded me!" Hearing that Tian Tian was the one who caused the trouble, I quickly went over and said, "Lili, tell Auntie, how did Tian Tian bully you? I'll definitely discipline him." Lili said, "Tian Tian said he wanted to have sex with me." Hearing this, both Lili's parents and I were stunned, just looking at each other awkwardly. My face immediately turned red. At this moment, Lili's parents hurriedly pulled Lili away, probably at a loss for what to do, afraid that their child might say something even worse. I awkwardly said to Lili's father, "I'm sorry, Lili's father, I'll discipline my child when we get home." I felt like I could disappear into a hole in the ground. The responsibility for this situation doesn't lie with the child; I'm the one who should reflect on my actions, and my husband is the one who should reflect most. And who the hell came up with those two awful words?!
I decided to go back and have a serious talk with my son. Maybe I didn't explain things clearly last time; children speak without thinking, and the problem lies with me. After dinner, I watched him finish his homework and then took him to my bedroom. I didn't blame him for what happened today. I sat on the edge of the bed and had him sit on the dressing stool, facing me. I got straight to the point and said, "Tian Tian, do you know what 'fucking' means?" My son looked at me, somewhat taken aback, and answered tremblingly, "Yes." I said, "What does it mean?" My son said, "It means a husband and wife sleeping naked." I said, "Then let me ask you, why did you tell Lili today that you wanted to fuck her?" My son said, "She agreed to be my wife, so I said I wanted to fuck her." I said, "Tian Tian, you're still too young. There are some things you wouldn't understand even if I explained them to you. I'm asking you, don't you always listen to your mother?" My son answered, "Yes." I said, "That's right, Mom." "Mom tells you that 'fucking' is a dirty word, it's an insult, and you can't just say it to anyone. People will laugh at you and think you're a bad kid." My son said, "Dad often says he wants to fuck you, and you say yes, then you're bad kids too." I sighed, feeling a little guilty, and said, "Tian Tian is right, your dad and I are bad kids. We won't say it anymore, and Tian Tian can't say it either. We'll both be good kids, okay?" My son nodded and said, "Okay." I said, "Come on, let's pinky swear." After pinky swearing, I hugged Tian Tian and gently kissed his little lips, which was the highest reward I could give him.

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