[Oedipus complex, repaying maternal love with sex] (Chapter 1)

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Author: Mother-Loving Boy,
March 9, 2015
(Original Post on Forum)
Author's Note: In January of this year, I wrote an article titled "Repaying Mother's Love with Sex," but the content contradicted
my original intentions and the truth of the matter, so I decided to rewrite it. I hope everyone can support me and help me
complete this story. Thank you!
Like a few boys who keep their secret feelings for their mothers hidden in their hearts, I have
transitioned from a mother-loving boy to a mother-loving young man. If we go further, I might even reach middle age
or old age with a mother-loving complex.
In short, I am a man who, no matter what age, cannot escape the word "mother-loving."
Although a considerable number of people are quite averse to boys with mother-loving complexes, they cannot
understand how a passionate young man could violate ethical norms—to have a mother-loving complex! However, they cannot deny
the existence of people like us.
I forget which philosopher once said a famous quote: "Existence is rational." Therefore, those of us with mother-loving complexes are all
rational beings.
I'm not afraid of being called a pervert by those of you reading my story right now, but I truly had my first sexual
experience with my mother. The first time I penetrated her plump vagina, she was already fifty-two, but she still
retained her charm.
Once upon a time, I made up my mind to have my mother, posting on a forum seeking help, pouring out my two greatest
wishes: one, that my mother could wear stockings and high heels again; and two, that I could repay her love with sex.
Now both wishes have come true. My mother is always ready for me to have my way with her, and is willing to wear all kinds of stockings, high heels
, and sexy lingerie to make love to me.
She says I am both her son and her man. In layman's terms, she is my mother-
wife.
What kind of story is this? Let me tell you in detail.
My mother and father got married in the late 1980s. When I was born, my mother was almost thirty.
In those days, she was considered to have a child late in life, so she doted on me!
My mother nurtured me with meticulous care as I grew up, while my father was exceptionally busy. With the restructuring of state-owned enterprises, he worked tirelessly,
rising from a junior staff member to a mid-level manager.
He wasn't like the fathers portrayed in popular online incest novels, a
man with many affairs outside the home, indifferent to his wife, or sexually impotent. His career was paramount, which is
why he didn't prioritize his family.
As a child, I loved snuggling in my mother's arms to sleep; her warm embrace always made me feel safe and
secure.
I shared a bed with my mother until third grade, when my father forcibly moved me to what he called
my own room. During that time, I hated my father. Not only did he refuse to play with me, but he also forbade me
to sleep with my mother. I was furious and decided to ignore him, not calling him "Dad" or speaking to him for a long time.
Seeing our discord, my mother would try to persuade my father to give me more care and love at night.
While watching cartoons with me, she would often peel apples, cutting them into slices and feeding me, comforting me by saying, "
Daddy's busy, he has to earn money to support the family."
See? What an understanding and kind mother she is! How could I not love her!
After dinner, Mom would usually take me for a walk in the park next to our neighborhood. It was a place of birdsong and fragrant flowers, perfect for
getting close to nature, without the alarming PM2.5 pollution we experience every day. Our figures, one tall and one short, hand in hand, are etched
in the long river of time.
Back then, Mom's daily life revolved around going to work and taking care of me. She said that besides work,
I was her whole life; she said she loved me very much, and I was the child she carried for ten months with great anticipation
.
Everyone praised my father for his good fortune in marrying such a virtuous and loving wife. Mom was often praised for her beauty—
long, thick, flowing black hair, curved eyes, a round face, gentle and refined, a typical woman from Jiangnan. Especially
her slender figure and ample breasts gave her an aura of goddess.
It was precisely because the goddess was unattainable that my mother remained unmarried for so long. As she got older, my grandparents became anxious,
and my mother felt as if they had sold her off cheaply, benefiting
my father, who at the time was unremarkable except for his ambition.
My mother gave me a wonderful childhood; I was pampered and waited on hand and foot,
extremely happy! I wanted to always be a child spoiled by my mother.
In middle school, I gradually developed a strong interest in girls, and my penis would involuntarily become erect
. Under the influence of a group of friends, I started reading erotic novels. I must
commend them here, because they always managed to find resources to satisfy my physical desires in bookstores.
Perhaps because I read too many erotic novels, I gradually began to see my mother through the eyes of a woman. I started
paying attention to her clothing; she almost always wore stockings with her skirts, which gave stockings a special meaning in my mind
. Sometimes, when no one was home, I would secretly wear my mother's stockings and underwear, and 　　masturbate
while holding her panties . Even now, I still clearly remember how I felt doing those things; my heart 　　pounded wildly, terrified of being discovered by my family. I wanted to stop, but I couldn't resist the burning desire coursing through my body. 　　 In my third year of junior high, I went to a video store with a classmate to buy pornographic DVDs. The owner, seeing that we were regulars and quite familiar, 　　gave each of us a small booklet as a bonus. When we got home and opened it, we were shocked to find it contained erotic text, specifically 　　incestuous content. 　　 After two years of reading pornographic novels and watching DVDs, this was my first encounter with incest. It remains vividly in my memory; 　　I still remember the title of the novel, "I Saw My Mother's Naked Body," a translated article. 　　 After excitedly reading it, I was completely stunned. Such an article existed! 　　Mother-son sex could be so passionate! 　　 From that time on, I began to pay special attention to my mother's attire, sometimes secretly peeking at her.

The image of Mom changing clothes, her red underwear and two pairs of high stockings, is deeply etched in my mind.
She was probably around forty-four or forty-five then; it's a pity I missed her during her prime…
In high school, I was still a day student. My father was already a leader in a state-owned enterprise, very busy with social engagements, often traveling for
work. My mother and I lived alone in the new house my father had just bought that year. It was incredibly luxurious, with the laptop I'd always wanted
. Haha, the laptop was my greatest luxury.
My high school deskmate, Wang Gang, was my best friend; we were deskmates from elementary to high school. His
mother had passed away early, and he was raised by his aunt. His father was the director of our city's transportation bureau.
Their house was fully equipped; I often went to their house and watched porn and surfed the internet with him in his room.
His aunt was beautiful and very kind; every time I went to their house, she would cook my favorite dishes
.
After we got a computer at home, I rarely went to their house anymore, since we were always together anyway.
He gave me a lot of pornographic websites, mostly featuring mature women and incest, which aroused me.
One day in the men's restroom, he asked me, "Xiao Xuan, after being a lecher for so many years, don't you want to actually fuck
a woman with your penis?"
"Of course I do!" I replied.
He chuckled lewdly and whispered in my ear, "Definitely a mature woman, I guarantee you'll be satisfied!"
So, I lied to my mother, saying I
had extra classes at school that day, even though I had promised to go shopping with her this Sunday.
Students should focus on their studies, so my mother couldn't say anything, but her disappointed expression made my heart tremble.
I didn't want to do this either, but Xiao Gang's suggestion seemed even more exciting than going shopping with my mother. "I'm sorry, Mom,"
I silently repeated.
Although I successfully ran towards the neighborhood Xiao Gang indicated, my mother's disappointed expression lingered in my mind
.
Memories of the past inexplicably surfaced.
"Xiao Xuan, do you think Mom's dress looks good?" Once in a shopping mall, she tried on a white chiffon
dress, her red bra peeking out from under the semi-transparent fabric.
My lower body immediately sprang to life, and I exclaimed, "So pretty! So pretty!"
"Hehe, can I try on another one?" Mom asked happily, hearing my drooling tone. "
Sure! Buy me more, Mom, I like them." I thought to myself, "Why can't I go to
the fitting room with Mom?!"
Another time, Mom was trying on pants at Only, finally settling on a pair of white casual pants. When I suggested the size
, I specifically said a smaller size would look good on her. Watching Mom's full hips being tightly encased, I almost couldn't control
myself.
Another time, Mom was picking out shoes, but instead of looking at so many high heels, she insisted on trying on flats. I
wasn't happy about that and pestered Mom to try on a pair of peep-toe heels. Watching her feet, clad in flesh-colored stockings, slip inside, revealing
two toes, was indescribably sexy.
...
As I reminisced, the taxi had already brought me to Jiangjing Garden. I abandoned my earlier
affected manner in the taxi and fumbled my way to Building B, Unit 13-1. Where was I? My heart pounded with anxiety. I
nervously knocked on the door, and the sight before me truly terrified me. A
beautiful woman who looked to be in her thirties, her face flushed, was completely naked from the waist up, her breasts swaying, wearing sexy
black fishnet stockings, and her vulva was still dripping with thick semen.
Holy crap! What was going on? I was too embarrassed to look her in the eye and stammered, "I...I...
I'm looking for Xiaogang..."
She didn't say anything, just pulled me into the house and slammed the door shut.
What was this all about?
At that moment, I saw Xiaogang walking towards me from the living room to the entryway, his enormous penis erect. Seeing him,
I finally breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a tiny bit of safety. "
How was it? Satisfied?" he said to me very proudly.
I glanced at the woman beside me; she was absolutely stunning. How could I not understand Xiaogang's question? But
it was the first time I'd ever seen a real, naked woman. I couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement and emotion, along with a touch of
worry.
Seeing my stunned expression, Xiaogang laughed and continued, "Let me introduce you. Her name is Li Yan.
You can call her Sister Yan, or Aunt Yan like I do. Aunt Yan, this is my best brother,
Liu Wenxuan, whom I told you about. He's still a virgin!"
Hearing Xiaogang introduce me as a virgin made me dizzy. You know, these days, what
high school student is still a virgin? Calling you a virgin is worse than cursing your ancestors for eighteen generations.
I felt a little inferior. After teasing me, Xiaogang didn't forget to give me a good scolding: "Aunt Yan,
what are you waiting for? Come on, serve my brother."
With that, Aunt Yan squatted down and pulled down my sweatpants, and even my underwear came down with them.
Looking at my already erect penis, I could
n't even remember when it had started to rise. Maybe it was the first time I saw it…
sigh, it was a little insecure! Although mine was fairly big, it was still inferior to Xiao Gang's
. He said that was the difference between masturbating and actually fucking a real cunt.
Sure enough, there was a difference. Mine was
better than nothing, so I abandoned all pretense of modesty and, in front of Xiao Gang, carried Aunt Yan to the sofa and hastily
thrust my penis into her cunt.
Holy crap! Not only did my penis not know its way around, but what was worse was that before it even touched Aunt Yan's cunt, it trembled
, spraying all its semen onto her stockings.
Xiao Gang laughed loudly: "Premature ejaculation man!
" Damn! This kind of humiliation was simply too much: "You fucking deserve it." After cursing, I collapsed onto
the sofa, stunned. Maybe I really really was a premature ejaculator.
Just then, Aunt Yan spoke. Her voice was so lovely, like a mother's: "Xiao Xuan, boys
are all like this the first time, don't be afraid!"
I, who had been feeling a little discouraged, suddenly felt so warm. Watching Aunt Yan use her hand to ejaculate onto her...
After the semen entered her mouth, she leaned down and grasped my penis: "The second time was much better!"
My penis swelled again in Aunt Yan's warm hands, gradually becoming long and hard enough. Her
hands began to slowly move up and down.
My body gradually relaxed, and I adjusted my lying position so that Aunt Yan could hold my penis more comfortably
. Her face was flushed, and she looked at my genitals with eager focus. What a wonderful woman.
Just as I was about to fall into Aunt Yan's gentle embrace, a series of flashes went off. Damn it! That little bastard Xiao Gang
was taking nude photos of me! I opened my mouth wide, ready to curse.
Aunt Yan stopped, patted my head with one hand, and said: "Don't be afraid, consider it a memento of your first time!" She always
gave me a feeling of being bathed in a spring breeze, making me forget everything.
Was it because I subconsciously regarded her as my mother?
Aunt Yan looked at me and calmed down, then quickly stroked my penis with both hands. Gradually, a
tingling sensation appeared, so familiar! I absolutely didn't want to control it. Thank you, Aunt Yan, for making me feel like the whole world
was smiling at me.
However, just before I was about to explode, Aunt Yan stopped. Is this how women flirt? I
'm still a virgin, I've never seen anything like this, you can't bully me like this, waaaaah…
Just as I was heartbroken, Aunt Yan lifted my penis, her two silk-stockinged legs straddling my body
, and she sat on top of me!
I suddenly stiffened, let out an excited groan, and opened my eyes wide in disbelief, I was fucked!
As Aunt Yan slowly sat down, my bare glans clearly felt the spot I was pressing against suddenly become wet and
warm, very slippery.
Damn! There was still Xiao Gang's semen left in the hole.
I was already on the verge of climax, and in order to retain the last bit of dignity as a man, I used all my willpower
to force myself to endure the intense tingling sensation and force myself to calm down.
Aunt Yan slowly moved up and down, her tight, fleshy hole filled to bursting. The warm, smooth
flesh inside her nest pressed and rubbed against my glans, sending a shiver down my spine. The feeling of being fucked was amazing, indescribable
!
I increased the frequency, feeling Aunt Yan's cunt overflowing with moisture, our point of contact making a sizzling
sound. I was almost going crazy, instantly losing my composure. A tingling sensation ran through my anus, and a strong urge to ejaculate surged through me
.
Aunt Yan, a seasoned veteran of the sex world, sat deeply on my penis, letting me penetrate to its deepest point. I
roared and ejaculated forcefully, the scalding semen gushing unrestrainedly into the depths of her cunt.
Suddenly, the air felt so fresh, the sunlight so bright, and life so wonderful.
After a while, Aunt Yan stood up, a stream of scalding semen seeping from her vulva. She said
, "Xiao Xuan, you need to practice more."
However, even though those words were meant to be helpful, they just didn't sit right with me!
Now that things had calmed down, I was more concerned about the relationship between Aunt Yan and Xiao Gang. I looked at them—no,
it was too lewd! Xiao Gang was burying his head between Aunt Yan's silk-stockinged legs, thoroughly enjoying licking and sucking her
vulva, which I had just ejaculated on—it was still wet with my semen!
Aunt Yan, as if she could read my mind, understood my confusion and, while moaning, explained without a trace of shame
: "I'm Xiao Gang's father's kept woman, and this rascal is my little husband."
Oh, that makes more sense! The day after Xiao Gang's mother passed away, Xiao Gang's father slept with his sister-in-
law and got married.
When I watched Xiao Gang bring Aunt Yan to orgasm, I realized that women experience extreme pleasure at that moment, but
I couldn't do that yet.
Just as Aunt Yan said, I need to practice more. I hope that one day I can bring my own mother
to orgasm. I swear. For her sake, I must become a better version of myself, both academically
and in love!
When I got home that evening, I sensed a strange atmosphere, like a judge being presided over a court hearing. My mother,
legs crossed and arms folded, demanded, "Tell me, where have you been gallivanting all day?!"
"Huh?" I weakly replied, determined not to tell, "Tutoring...
tutoring?" My mother hesitated.
"Yes!" I nodded. "
Really?" she asked again, confirming.
"Yes!" I nodded again. "
Bullshit! The teacher said there was no tutoring today, where did you go?"
Oh no, I've been caught. I didn't go to tutoring today, I went to class, but I can't say that! I had to
lie: "I went to the internet cafe with Xiaogang to play games!" "
All day?
" "Yes, all day!"
Mom's tone suddenly turned wistful: "So, Mom's less important to you than a game?
You promised to go shopping with me today, but you abandoned me to play games! Just like your deadbeat dad, busy with
your career! Busy with games! Go ahead and do your thing! What are you doing back here?
" Goodness! This really angered Mom. When it comes to matters of principle, Mom is always right, even if
she's wrong. The best way to handle this is to humbly admit your mistake: "Mom, I was wrong. I
won't do it again. You're the most important person to me."
Then, snuggle up to Mom and whine: "Mom, don't be angry. I'll go shopping with you next week.
Buy whatever you want, I'll pay!" With all my physical contact and attempts to appease her, Mom reverts to her
refined, ladylike self.
Actually, I'd love to go shopping with Mom, but today's situation is a little special—she doesn't know! After the misunderstanding was cleared
up, Mom quietly watched TV, and I, with my head on her lap, also watched TV. Her bra was very
noticeable that day.
Every time I accompanied Mom to buy underwear, she wouldn't let me into the store.
Once I asked her, "Mom, you always ask for my opinion when you buy clothes, pants, and shoes, why
not underwear?"
She blushed and said to me, "Son, you're a pervert!"
I was puzzled: "You always show me when you try on clothes, why not underwear?"
She was furious and didn't call him a pervert, but instead said, "You big pervert!"
Little did her mother know then that one day she would buy all sorts of lingerie for me to wear, striking
seductive poses to please me, hahaha…
"To be continued..."

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