My mother seduced me into incest.

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Last year, I scored very high on the college entrance exam and was admitted to a key national university in Nanchang. This was exactly what my family wanted, because my aunt's family works in Nanchang. My mother said, "That's great! Now you have someone to take care of you in Nanchang, and it'll be much more convenient for me to visit my sister." My father said, "Wasn't that exactly what we considered when we filled out the college application?" //8801109.My mother said that it's really come true now; back then it was just a volunteer application. How could we not be happy? Actually, I later realized my mother's true intention: because I went to university in Nanchang, she would have more opportunities to meet and have sex with me, while my father was, of course, kept in the dark. I am twenty-one years old this year, my mother is forty-three, and my father is forty-four. During the later period of high school, I had many sexual desires for my mother, but I thought that she was, after all, my biological mother, so I could only bury my secret feelings for her in my heart. On the day I went to school to register, my father and mother took me to school together. Afterwards, we went to my aunt's house for a while. Before leaving, my mother said, "If anything happens, you should write home often. If you miss your mother, she will come to the school." After that, they left Nanchang. At the end of last year, my father and mother called me and said that my aunt's eldest son was getting married, and my mother was going to my aunt's house in Nanchang to attend the wedding ceremony. They asked me not to go home first, but to go to my aunt's house with my mother and then come back with my mother for the winter vacation. I never imagined that what I had longed for with my mother would happen so naturally. I never thought my mother would be such a capable person; she is a mother who loves her son very much, and also a woman with a touch of flirtatious charm. I absolutely love her. On January 23rd, I saw my mother at my aunt's house after more than four months of not seeing her. We were very happy, and my mother said that we would go home together in a few days. My aunt even joked, "You're such a child who never grows up, you still need your mother to pick you up?" My mother said, "In my eyes, he will always be a child. I am a little worried about him, and picking him up this time was just a convenience. I won't do this again in the future." "There's no train from Nanchang to our home, only a bus, a fourteen-hour journey each way. On the afternoon of January 26th, we boarded the 5 PM bus to go home, marking the beginning of an unforgettable sexual experience for my mother and me. It was already winter, and after boarding the bus, we started watching videos. We were on a luxury minibus, and because my mother and I were sitting in the last row, around 9 PM, I started to doze off on the bus due to the bumpy ride. My mother was also sleepy, and shortly after watching the video, she leaned against me and fell asleep. There were four people in the back row. My mother sat on the far right, by the right window, and I sat to her left. The two passengers to my left were a woman in her thirties and what was probably her son, about six or seven years old. The child was right next to me on my left, initially making a fuss with his mother, but later fell asleep. Although the air conditioning was on, it was a winter night, and when I woke up, I found that the military overcoat my father had brought for me to school had been draped over my mother and me." I don't know when Mom covered us both with her coat, but I think it must have been her. I drifted off to sleep, not remembering the exact time, when I suddenly felt a hand moving around my crotch. I was sure it was Mom's hand. Sometimes her hand remained still, sometimes it squeezed my penis through my clothes with a little force. I didn't make a sound, assuming it was just something Mom was doing in her sleep. Actually, I'd long harbored sexual fantasies about Mom, but at that moment I didn't understand her meaning. First, I'd never had any sexual interaction or experience with her, and second, we were on a crowded bus, and I didn't dare do anything to her. So, I didn't think much of her actions, assuming it was just an unintentional touch. After a while, Mom's hands were now groping forcefully, consciously and clearly caressing and pinching my penis. I felt a mix of nervousness and excitement, and could only pretend to be asleep. But how could I possibly be asleep? Seeing that I didn't react, and perhaps knowing I was faking it, Mom pressed her body closer to me. I felt her full body, especially her left thigh, was particularly thick and warm. Her left leg seemed to be deliberately pressing heavily on my right. I smelled her wonderful, unique, feminine scent—a scent only she could give off. At this point, I still pretended not to wake up. Then, Mom became restless. Her finger movements were obvious; sometimes she would squeeze my genitals forcefully, sometimes she would gently caress my penis, like a caress, but both were quite forceful. Then, she quietly unzipped my pants, reaching further inside, and began to directly touch my penis, pressing it up and down forcefully. At that moment, I didn't know what to say, because it all happened so suddenly. I only felt my penis was warm and incredibly large in my mother's small, fleshy hands. I had lost control of myself and couldn't predict what would happen next. I wanted my mother to caress me like that, so I slightly opened my legs to make it easier for her to touch me, but my eyes remained closed. Then, I heard my mother's soft sigh, warm and full of maternal love and allure, and felt her warm face close to my side. I knew my mother was awake now, and she understood my cooperation and hints. Actually, I also wanted to touch my mother's body, but I had never had any experience in this area, so I didn't dare to make a move. My mother, being over forty, held my lower body tightly with her hands, completely without restraint, as if implying that I shouldn't be afraid and let her touch me. At that moment, I didn't know what to do. I could only passively accept my mother's caresses. My mother is an accountant. She's fair-skinned, with a pretty face, and her hair is permed, making her look very fashionable and dignified. She's about 1.6 meters tall, with a full figure, but not at all bulky; she has a voluptuous figure with large breasts, wide hips, and a slim waist. I especially love seeing her in skirts in the summer. When she walks, her ample hips sway, and her plump thighs look incredibly fair and sexy to me, her son. Of course, my mother doesn't know what I'm thinking. When I was preparing for the college entrance exam, my mother told me many times, "If you get into university, I'll do whatever you want!" "From this, you can see her love for me. But my true thoughts are: Mom! How wonderful it would be if you could make love to me! Even just once! But how could I say that? Therefore, I can only embrace my mother's full body in countless dreams. And so, my mother timidly touched me for over half an hour. I couldn't bear it any longer; I felt like I was about to ejaculate, so I shifted my body, yawned, and stopped pretending to be asleep. At this moment, my mother gently withdrew her hand and opened her eyes, saying to me, 'You weren't asleep?' I didn't react for a moment and said, 'Yes, I just woke up! I was sleeping, I was sleeping!' Seeing my hesitant words, my mother chuckled softly, her voice low and somewhat ambiguous, saying, 'Sleep again! Now Mom will sleep well with you!' As she spoke, her hand under her coat began to press against my lower body again, smiling, not allowing me a reply: 'There's plenty of time, sleep well!'" She squeezed my hand tightly, asking, "Is it okay?" I could hear the unspoken meaning in her words. She still didn't let go, and chuckled softly, "Mom and you still have ten hours before we get home! No rush." Then, in a voice only I could hear, she whispered, "Was that okay? Hmm?" I felt so beautiful seeing my mother's smile! Since she had made it clear, I was actually very happy inside. But I didn't want to show my excitement, so I made small talk, saying, "Yes! Okay! Okay! It's still a long way off! More than ten hours before we get home! Mom, are you cold?" My heart was in turmoil, and I was incoherent. My mother said gently and charmingly, "We have coats, don't we? We're not afraid of anything! Go back to sleep." In the dimly lit carriage, my mother's smile was incredibly alluring. My mother's surname is Xu, and at that moment, she truly resembled a seductive middle-aged woman. She was enticing her lustful son, and I began to indulge in my long-desired incestuous dreams. I thought to myself, "My mother is truly my blessing!" Then, my mother pressed her hand heavily on my thigh twice: "Isn't that right? What's there to be afraid of with this coat covering you?" "By then, I understood everything. It turned out that before this, Mom had deliberately touched my genitals, cleverly concealing it all with her coat. Besides, it was late, everyone on the train was asleep, and next to me was an innocent child. Only Mom and I knew about our incestuous actions under the coat. Aside from making love, no one else could possibly discover what we were doing under that heavy military coat. I stopped pretending to be confused and felt a thrill. I thought to myself: Mom is so good. A strong desire to have sex with Mom, something I'd never felt before, surged within me. But this was on the train; making love was absolutely impossible. I could only let Mom touch me, feeling the warmth and fullness of her voluptuous body. I really wanted to reach inside her wetness and touch her vulva."I hesitated, but also felt a little hesitant. So, we continued "sleeping." My mother seemed to sense my thoughts. While she was touching my genitals, she began guiding my hand to touch hers. However, I could only touch her through her clothes. At first, it was alright, but later, I felt unsatisfied and used my eyes and fingers to signal to my mother that it wasn't easy to touch her! My mother understood my meaning and leaned back in the car seat, trying to make her genitals more prominent so it would be easier for me to touch them. Then, she loosened her belt under her coat and led my hand to the depths of my long-desired flower core. Twenty-one years ago, this was where I was born, and now it was the place where my mother and I wanted to engage in a physical struggle and battle. Good heavens! At twenty-one years old, I had never touched any woman before. This was the first time I had touched a woman's genitals, and it was my own mother's genitals. At that moment, I felt that my mother's genitals were already soaked, a warm, glistening wetness. As my hand reached down to touch my mother's tender vulva, I felt her legs clamp my fingers tightly. I could feel the hairy flesh there, the firm, wet, and warm flesh. I didn't know what to do next. My mother probably sensed what I was thinking. She gently parted her thighs and, under her coat, took my hand in hers, quickly stroking it against her full vulva. Seeing that I hesitated to use force, she whispered in my ear, "Use force, it's okay!" No one on the bus was awake; only my mother and I were engaged in a profound sexual exchange beneath her coat. My fingers touched the plump, tender flesh of my mother's vulva, while in her hand lay my rock-hard penis. On the moving luxury bus, my mother and I were both immersed in the boundless pleasure of this mother-son sexual intimacy. No one knew our secret, only my dear mother and I. I felt my mother was so considerate; she seemed to know everything about her son. But in my heart, I thought, "How wonderful it would be if Mom could be so close to me, skin to skin?" "At this moment, while accepting my caresses, Mom might have felt somewhat unsatisfied, so she used her hand to press harder on my penis, also gesturing for me to touch her genitals more vigorously. She was moaning softly, her eyes half-closed. Later, I couldn't hold back any longer and finally ejaculated. Mom seemed to realize I was about to ejaculate and wiped me repeatedly with her handkerchief. Later, during our lovemaking, Mom mentioned that she had also experienced two uncontrollable orgasms on the bus, which explained the large amount of fluid she produced, and how her entire front of her underwear was soaked. I was careless then and didn't notice Mom's orgasms, nor did I properly caress her. I was truly moved to hear this. After ejaculating, Mom's hand tightly clasped mine under her coat. I held hers, and she held mine, neither of us letting go. Mom's hands were soft and delicate. I knew that this exchange of hands between us, mother and son, was a sign of our established sexual relationship, a silent expression of love." Holding my mother's slender hand, which had been tightly caressing my penis, I, as her son, felt like the happiest person in the world. The next morning, around seven o'clock, we got off the bus. At that moment, my mother and I both knew that after that night on the bus, our relationship was no longer just that of mother and son, and we knew exactly what to do next. My mother carried my luggage ahead, eagerly heading home. I followed behind, looking at my mother's full, round buttocks, thinking that she was only forty-three years old. Although her figure was more robust than that of a young woman, I thought, a mother is a mother, and making love with one's own mother has a unique charm, doesn't it? I knew that beneath my mother's dignified exterior, her passionate love for her son was simply hidden by her winter clothes. Recalling my mother's initiative on the bus that night, imagining our experiences over the several hours, I thought that my mother's moist, warm, tender vagina was anxiously waiting for my arrival, and that her snow-white, plump body would surely belong to me. I said, "Mom!" "My dear mother, let's go to bed as soon as we get home, okay?" Mom didn't say anything, just looked up, smiled at me with pursed lips, then took my hand and quickened her pace home... That day, Dad wasn't home. As soon as we got home, my mother and I didn't do anything, we went straight to bed, took off our clothes, and tightly embraced each other naked. Mom said urgently, "Son, fuck me, fuck Mom!" Saying that, she spread her legs, grabbed my already hard penis, pulled it towards her already wet and juicy cunt, and thrust it in all at once. We started making love wildly, and in our first time making love, we did it three times in a row. Looking at my mother's panting body and her kisses that were sweeter than honey, I felt so passionate. During the nearly one hour of intercourse, Mom kept saying happily, "Ah, Mom feels so good! Son, be gentle, be gentle, Mom is almost being fucked to death by you!" "My mother's moans and groans are so alluring and stimulating, they bring me such sexual bliss and excitement. I want those moans and groans to accompany me throughout my vacation, and to accompany me for the rest of my life..."As the married woman entered the bedroom, she began to guide my hand to touch her lower body. However, I could only touch her through her clothes. At first, it was alright, but later, I felt unsatisfied and used my eyes and fingers to indicate to my mother that it wasn't easy to touch her! My mother understood my meaning and leaned back in the car seat, trying to make her lower body more prominent so that it would be easier for me to touch her. Then, she loosened her belt under her coat and led my hand to the depths of the flower core that I had longed for. Twenty-one years ago, this was the place where I was born, and now it was the place where my mother and I wanted to have a physical struggle and battle. My God! At twenty-one years old, I had never touched any woman before. This was the first time I had touched a woman's lower body with my hand, and it was my own mother's lower body. At this moment, I felt that my mother's lower body was already wet, with warm, dripping fluid. As my hand reached down to touch my mother's tender vulva, I felt her legs clamp my fingers tightly. I could feel the hairy flesh there, the firm, wet, and warm flesh. I didn't know what to do next. My mother probably sensed what I was thinking. She gently parted her thighs and, under her coat, took my hand in hers, quickly stroking it against her full vulva. Seeing that I hesitated to use force, she whispered in my ear, "Use force, it's okay!" No one on the bus was awake; only my mother and I were engaged in a profound sexual exchange beneath her coat. My fingers touched the plump, tender flesh of my mother's vulva, while in her hand lay my rock-hard penis. On the moving luxury bus, my mother and I were both immersed in the boundless pleasure of this mother-son sexual intimacy. No one knew our secret, only my dear mother and I. I felt my mother was so considerate; she seemed to know everything about her son. But in my heart, I thought, "How wonderful it would be if Mom could be so close to me, skin to skin?" "At this moment, while accepting my caresses, Mom might have felt somewhat unsatisfied, so she used her hand to press harder on my penis, also gesturing for me to touch her genitals more vigorously. She was moaning softly, her eyes half-closed. Later, I couldn't hold back any longer and finally ejaculated. Mom seemed to realize I was about to ejaculate and wiped me repeatedly with her handkerchief. Later, during our lovemaking, Mom mentioned that she had also experienced two uncontrollable orgasms on the bus, which explained the large amount of fluid she produced, and how her entire front of her underwear was soaked. I was careless then and didn't notice Mom's orgasms, nor did I properly caress her. I was truly moved to hear this. After ejaculating, Mom's hand tightly clasped mine under her coat. I held hers, and she held mine, neither of us letting go. Mom's hands were soft and delicate. I knew that this exchange of hands between us, mother and son, was a sign of our established sexual relationship, a silent expression of love." Holding my mother's slender hand, which had been tightly caressing my penis, I, as her son, felt like the happiest person in the world. The next morning, around seven o'clock, we got off the bus. At that moment, my mother and I both knew that after that night on the bus, our relationship was no longer just that of mother and son, and we knew exactly what to do next. My mother carried my luggage ahead, eagerly heading home. I followed behind, looking at my mother's full, round buttocks, thinking that she was only forty-three years old. Although her figure was more robust than that of a young woman, I thought, a mother is a mother, and making love with one's own mother has a unique charm, doesn't it? I knew that beneath my mother's dignified exterior, her passionate love for her son was simply hidden by her winter clothes. Recalling my mother's initiative on the bus that night, imagining our experiences over the several hours, I thought that my mother's moist, warm, tender vagina was anxiously waiting for my arrival, and that her snow-white, plump body would surely belong to me. I said, "Mom!" "My dear mother, let's go to bed as soon as we get home, okay?" Mom didn't say anything, just looked up, smiled at me with pursed lips, then took my hand and quickened her pace home... That day, Dad wasn't home. As soon as we got home, my mother and I didn't do anything, we went straight to bed, took off our clothes, and tightly embraced each other naked. Mom said urgently, "Son, fuck me, fuck Mom!" Saying that, she spread her legs, grabbed my already hard penis, pulled it towards her already wet and juicy cunt, and thrust it in all at once. We started making love wildly, and in our first time making love, we did it three times in a row. Looking at my mother's panting body and her kisses that were sweeter than honey, I felt so passionate. During the nearly one hour of intercourse, Mom kept saying happily, "Ah, Mom feels so good! Son, be gentle, be gentle, Mom is almost being fucked to death by you!" "My mother's moans and groans are so alluring and stimulating, they bring me such sexual bliss and excitement. I want those moans and groans to accompany me throughout my vacation, and to accompany me for the rest of my life..."As the married woman entered the bedroom, she began to guide my hand to touch her lower body. However, I could only touch her through her clothes. At first, it was alright, but later, I felt unsatisfied and used my eyes and fingers to indicate to my mother that it wasn't easy to touch her! My mother understood my meaning and leaned back in the car seat, trying to make her lower body more prominent so that it would be easier for me to touch her. Then, she loosened her belt under her coat and led my hand to the depths of the flower core that I had longed for. Twenty-one years ago, this was the place where I was born, and now it was the place where my mother and I wanted to have a physical struggle and battle. My God! At twenty-one years old, I had never touched any woman before. This was the first time I had touched a woman's lower body with my hand, and it was my own mother's lower body. At this moment, I felt that my mother's lower body was already wet, with warm, dripping fluid. As my hand reached down to touch my mother's tender vulva, I felt her legs clamp my fingers tightly. I could feel the hairy flesh there, the firm, wet, and warm flesh. I didn't know what to do next. My mother probably sensed what I was thinking. She gently parted her thighs and, under her coat, took my hand in hers, quickly stroking it against her full vulva. Seeing that I hesitated to use force, she whispered in my ear, "Use force, it's okay!" No one on the bus was awake; only my mother and I were engaged in a profound sexual exchange beneath her coat. My fingers touched the plump, tender flesh of my mother's vulva, while in her hand lay my rock-hard penis. On the moving luxury bus, my mother and I were both immersed in the boundless pleasure of this mother-son sexual intimacy. No one knew our secret, only my dear mother and I. I felt my mother was so considerate; she seemed to know everything about her son. But in my heart, I thought, "How wonderful it would be if Mom could be so close to me, skin to skin?" "At this moment, while accepting my caresses, Mom might have felt somewhat unsatisfied, so she used her hand to press harder on my penis, also gesturing for me to touch her genitals more vigorously. She was moaning softly, her eyes half-closed. Later, I couldn't hold back any longer and finally ejaculated. Mom seemed to realize I was about to ejaculate and wiped me repeatedly with her handkerchief. Later, during our lovemaking, Mom mentioned that she had also experienced two uncontrollable orgasms on the bus, which explained the large amount of fluid she produced, and how her entire front of her underwear was soaked. I was careless then and didn't notice Mom's orgasms, nor did I properly caress her. I was truly moved to hear this. After ejaculating, Mom's hand tightly clasped mine under her coat. I held hers, and she held mine, neither of us letting go. Mom's hands were soft and delicate. I knew that this exchange of hands between us, mother and son, was a sign of our established sexual relationship, a silent expression of love." Holding my mother's slender hand, which had been tightly caressing my penis, I, as her son, felt like the happiest person in the world. The next morning, around seven o'clock, we got off the bus. At that moment, my mother and I both knew that after that night on the bus, our relationship was no longer just that of mother and son, and we knew exactly what to do next. My mother carried my luggage ahead, eagerly heading home. I followed behind, looking at my mother's full, round buttocks, thinking that she was only forty-three years old. Although her figure was more robust than that of a young woman, I thought, a mother is a mother, and making love with one's own mother has a unique charm, doesn't it? I knew that beneath my mother's dignified exterior, her passionate love for her son was simply hidden by her winter clothes. Recalling my mother's initiative on the bus that night, imagining our experiences over the several hours, I thought that my mother's moist, warm, tender vagina was anxiously waiting for my arrival, and that her snow-white, plump body would surely belong to me. I said, "Mom!" "My dear mother, let's go to bed as soon as we get home, okay?" Mom didn't say anything, just looked up, smiled at me with pursed lips, then took my hand and quickened her pace home... That day, Dad wasn't home. As soon as we got home, my mother and I didn't do anything, we went straight to bed, took off our clothes, and tightly embraced each other naked. Mom said urgently, "Son, fuck me, fuck Mom!" Saying that, she spread her legs, grabbed my already hard penis, pulled it towards her already wet and juicy cunt, and thrust it in all at once. We started making love wildly, and in our first time making love, we did it three times in a row. Looking at my mother's panting body and her kisses that were sweeter than honey, I felt so passionate. During the nearly one hour of intercourse, Mom kept saying happily, "Ah, Mom feels so good! Son, be gentle, be gentle, Mom is almost being fucked to death by you!" "My mother's moans and groans are so alluring and stimulating, they bring me such sexual bliss and excitement. I want those moans and groans to accompany me throughout my vacation, and to accompany me for the rest of my life..."

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