In memory of my mother

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This will describe some things between me and my mother. My mother passed away this August at the age of 51.
I've wanted to write something for a long time; I want to use this article to record my childhood and remember my mother. Because
I personally experienced incest between mother and son, when I browse pornographic forums, I always check if there are any descriptions of incest
between mother and son , and whether the plot is similar to what I experienced. Please forgive me if it's not well written.

First, let me introduce myself: I was born in 1980 and currently teach at a rural middle school, with 7 years
of teaching experience; I am married (I got married hastily a month before my mother passed away).

Let me first introduce my mother: She is a very ordinary woman, rather short,
around 150cm tall; not as beautiful as some incestuous relationships portray; and not young either,
around 40 years old when we had our relationship. However, she has a very good personality and has never hit or scolded my siblings or me since I can remember. Like
most mothers, she always wanted us to eat more (I have an older sister and a
younger brother). My mother is also very hardworking; she paid almost all of my university expenses. She ran a small business,
selling snacks on the street (which I found very hard work). My mother is uneducated; she said
she attended a few evening literacy classes when she was young.

I think this description gives you a general understanding of my mother. Now, let me tell you about my father. My
father was a reasonable man. Even though we were poor, he did his best to support my education, unlike our neighbors
who sent . My father wasn't in good health; he had a serious illness when he was young (as far as I know, his sexual
function was normal). He had a short temper and would often beat my mother or us children. After recovering from his illness
(I don't know if he really recovered, but we didn't have the money for further treatment), my father became unwilling to work and
became addicted to gambling.

Now, let me tell you about my first time with my mother. I was in the second year of junior high school, it seems to have been during summer vacation. At that time, we didn't have a VCR
at home , so many kids would often run to the neighbor's house to watch. Kids love to join in the fun
. The movies they played back then weren't the VCDs or DVDs of today; they were the old kind, with
black cases, about the size of a 32kbps book, and you had to manually rotate them before playing
. Sometimes the neighbors would even play some "adult films," which I didn't understand at the time, I just knew a man and a woman
were doing that.

That summer, I worked at my uncle's small factory (hoping to earn some tuition money) for about a month.

During that time, I got to know a coworker who was older than me, and we slept together. After work, sometimes he would show me
his penis, rubbing it constantly and letting me touch it. Eventually, some sticky fluid came out, which he
said was semen. This gave me a new understanding of men. In September, after school started, I returned to my hometown to continue
my studies .

The school wasn't far from my home, and I usually rode my bicycle to school. My older sister was in high school and boarded there.
At night, it was just me, my younger brother, and my parents at home. Usually, I slept in one bed with my father, and my younger
brother slept in another with my mother. Sometimes my father would go out to play cards or gamble and come home very late, in which case I would
sleep with my younger brother and mother.

Since I was little, my younger brother would touch my mother's breasts while sleeping, and sometimes I would too. (This is normal. Our neighbor has a
child who, in public, reached in and touched his mother's breasts. His mother didn't say anything, just held him and
continued chatting with others. She thought he'd grow out of it.) My mother always slept
lightly, usually a red pair of briefs and a thin top. Her breasts weren't full, just average in size,
but noticeably sagging and very soft, yet still very comfortable to touch. Sometimes she went to bed early, and I
could vaguely see her pubic hair through her briefs. One time, my younger brother hadn't come home yet, so it was just my mother and me. I
thought my chance had come; I wanted to recreate the scene from the video. I first touched my mother's breasts. She
seemed half-asleep and didn't resist. After a while, I climbed on top of her. (I'd done this before.) My mother seemed to wake up
. She looked at me but didn't get angry.

I just lay there on top of her. I didn't move. But it was very warm and comfortable. I
remembered the scene from the video I'd seen at the neighbor's house.

My penis got hard. Let me describe my penis at that moment. I don't know, I always felt other people's
penises were bigger than mine, anyway, even when erect, they seemed small. For example
, when I peed or swam with my neighbors, everyone else's seemed bigger than mine, maybe because they were all older than me. I remember
one of my friends had his foreskin retracted, exposing the glans. I didn't have that back then, I couldn't even see
the glans .

(Of course, I didn't know what a foreskin was at that time). I don't know if my mother was really asleep or just pretending. Later, when I took off her shorts, my mother woke up 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　,
gently slapped me, and asked what I was
doing . 　　I told her I was copying the video recording from the neighbor's house, I just wanted to see her genitals. My mother didn't say anything. Maybe I knew my mother wouldn't scold me, so I finally took off my mother's shorts. I curiously hid under the covers (it was a bit cold, I don't quite remember). I looked at my mother's vulva, and I wanted to turn on the light (back then, we used electric lights, not fluorescent lights) to get a better look. My mother refused and pulled me up from below, so I was on top of her again. My mother told me to get off, but of course I didn't want to . 　　My mother had no choice, and so we continued like this for a while. My penis became hard again, and it was right in front of my mother's vulva. My mother probably sensed it too. 　　I placed my mother's hand on my penis, wanting her to know that I had grown up. My mother touched my penis. 　　I don't know if it was because my mother couldn't control herself, or for some other reason. After this repeated and prolonged stimulation, my mother finally used her hand to guide my penis into her vagina. It was my mother who guided me into her body with her hand; I am certain of this and will never forget it. After entering her body, I didn't know what to do; I just lay quietly on my mother. It felt very comfortable for my penis inside my mother.

And it seemed a little hot. After a while, I pulled it out; it was sticky. I was a little scared.

I didn't know if the fluid was from my mother or from myself. Anyway, I panicked
a bit . (On the one hand, I didn't know why there was fluid coming out; on the other hand, I was afraid my father or younger brother would suddenly
come home.) My mother was still lying in bed, while I got out. I rushed to the kitchen (there was no bathroom),
quickly fetched some water to wash my penis, and after washing, I went back to my room to sleep.
I don't remember

anything about that night. From then on, it was as if nothing had happened. My mother continued to love us
, always telling us to eat well before we went to school (but she herself was reluctant to eat, always the last one to eat).
To this day, I can still almost hear her earnest admonitions. I'm sure my mother loved us very much. I don't
know what my mother was thinking. I never asked her until after she passed away. It remains a mystery.
Dear netizens, what do you think? What are your thoughts?

In my memory, there was another time when my mother and I truly had sex. It was similar to the first time. Afterwards,
my mother told me that this kind of thing shouldn't be done every day, as it's very harmful to the body, adding that "one drop of semen is worth ten drops of blood."

As for my feelings towards my father, generally speaking, I felt sorry for him (I think my father didn't know about my relationship with
my mother ). So, during my first semester of university, I chose to work as a security guard, maintaining
school property and order. The school provided meals and a stipend. That's how I
spent my first Spring Festival at university.

Later, during high school and university, I lived on campus. I didn't have much time to spend with my mother.
I also grew up. Honestly, I can't say I loved my mother (in a romantic sense); to me,
it was probably just teenage sexual urges. Sometimes I blame my mother for not guiding me properly, leading me down this
path of no return. Deep down, I cannot accept incest. Since it has already happened, I can only
avoid . From then until my mother's death (about 10 years), I never had sex with her again.
Of course, I love my mother because she sacrificed so much for me and our family. If my mother were still alive, I
would definitely have sex with her again. I wonder what it would be like for me to have sex with my mother as an adult?
Of course, I'll never have that chance.

The above is dedicated to my mother.

I also hope that netizens will actively exchange ideas and discuss this.

This will describe some things between my mother and me. My mother passed away this August at the age of 51.
I've wanted to write this for a long time; I want to use this article to record my childhood and remember my mother. Because
I personally experienced incest between mother and son, when I browse pornographic forums, I always look for descriptions of incest
between mother and son , and whether the plot is similar to what I experienced. Please forgive me if it's not well written.

Let me first introduce myself: I was born in 1980 and currently teach at a rural middle school, with 7 years
of teaching experience; I am married (I got married hastily a month before my mother passed away).

Let me first introduce my mother: She is a very ordinary woman, rather short,
around 150cm tall; not as beautiful as some incestuous relationships portray; and not young either,
around 40 years old when we had our relationship. However, she has a very good personality and has never hit or scolded my siblings or me since I can remember. Like
most mothers, she always wanted us to eat more (I have an older sister and a
younger brother). My mother is also very hardworking; she paid almost all of my university expenses. She ran a small business,
selling snacks on the street (which I found very hard work). My mother is uneducated; she said
she attended a few evening literacy classes when she was young.

I think this description gives you a general understanding of my mother. Now, let me tell you about my father. My
father was a reasonable man. Even though we were poor, he did his best to support my education, unlike our neighbors
who sent . My father wasn't in good health; he had a serious illness when he was young (as far as I know, his sexual
function was normal). He had a short temper and would often beat my mother or us children. After recovering from his illness
(I don't know if he really recovered, but we didn't have the money for further treatment), my father became unwilling to work and
became addicted to gambling.

Now, let me tell you about my first time with my mother. I was in the second year of junior high school, it seems to have been during summer vacation. At that time, we didn't have a VCR
at home , so many kids would often run to the neighbor's house to watch. Kids love to join in the fun
. The movies they played back then weren't the VCDs or DVDs of today; they were the old kind, with
black cases, about the size of a 32kbps book, and you had to manually rotate them before playing
. Sometimes the neighbors would even play some "adult films," which I didn't understand at the time, I just knew a man and a woman
were doing that. That summer, I worked at my uncle's small factory (hoping to earn some tuition money) for about a month
. During that time, I got to know a coworker who was older than me, and we slept together.

After work, sometimes he would let me

touch his penis, and he would rub it constantly, letting me touch his penis as well. Eventually, some sticky
fluid , which he said was semen. This gave me a new understanding of men. After school started in September, I returned to my hometown
to continue my studies. The school wasn't far from my home, and I usually rode my bicycle to school. My eldest sister was in high school and
boarded there. At night, it was just me, my younger brother, and my parents at home. Usually, I slept in one bed with my father,
and my younger brother slept in another with my mother.

Sometimes my father would go out to play cards or gamble and come home very late, in which case I would sleep with my younger brother and mother
. Since I was little, my younger brother would touch my mother's breasts while sleeping, and sometimes I would too. (This is normal. Our neighbor has a
child who, in public, reached into his mother's underwear and touched her breast. His mother didn't say anything, just held him and
continued chatting with others. She thought he'd grow out of it.) My mother always wore
very little to bed, usually just a red pair of briefs and a thin top. Her breasts weren't full; they were average-sized,
but noticeably sagging and very soft, though still comfortable to touch.

Sometimes she went to bed early, and I could vaguely see her pubic hair through her briefs. One time, my younger brother hadn't
come home yet, and it was just my mother and me. I thought my chance had come; I wanted to recreate the scene in the video.
I first touched my mother's breasts. She seemed half-asleep but didn't resist. After a while, I climbed on
top of . (I had done this before.) My mother seemed to wake up. She glanced at me but didn't get angry. I just lay
there on top of her. I didn't move. But it was very warm and comfortable. I remembered
the scene from the video I'd seen at the neighbor's house.

My penis got hard. Let me describe my penis at that time. I don't know, I always felt that other people's
penises were bigger than mine, anyway, even when I was erect, it seemed small. For example,
when I peed or swam with my neighbors, everyone else's seemed bigger than mine, maybe because they were all older than me. I remember
one of my friends had his foreskin retracted, exposing the glans. I didn't have that at the time, and I couldn't see
the glans .

(Of course, I didn't know what a foreskin was back then). I don't know if my mother was really asleep or just pretending
. Later, when I took off her shorts, my mother woke up, gently slapped me, and asked what I was
doing .

I told her that I was imitating the video from the neighbor's house, and I just wanted to see her genitals. My mother didn't say anything. Perhaps knowing she wouldn't scold me, I finally took off her shorts.
Curious hid under the covers (it was a bit cold, I don't quite remember). I looked at my mother's vulva, and I wanted
to turn on the light (back then, they used electric lights, not fluorescent lights) to see more clearly. My mother refused and
pulled me up from underneath, so I was on top of her again. She told me to get off, but of course I
didn't want to .

She had no choice, and so it went on for a while. My penis became hard again, and it was right
in front of her vulva. Perhaps she sensed it. I placed her hand on my penis, wanting her
to know I had grown up. My mother touched my penis. I don't know if she couldn't control herself,
or what, but after repeated, prolonged stimulation, she finally used her hand to insert my
penis into her vagina. It was my mother who guided me into her body with her hand; I'm certain of this and
will never forget it. Once inside her, I didn't know what to do, I just lay quietly on top of her.
My penis felt very comfortable inside her, and it seemed a little warm. After a while, I pulled it
out ; it was sticky. I was a little scared. I didn't know if the fluid was from my mother or from myself
.

In short, I was a little panicked. (On one hand, I didn't know why there was fluid, and on the other hand, I was afraid
my father or younger brother would suddenly come home.) My mother remained in bed, while I got out. I rushed to the kitchen
(there was no bathroom), quickly fetched some water to wash my penis, and after washing, I went back
to my room to sleep. I don't remember

anything else that night. From then on, it was as if nothing had happened. My mother continued to love us, always telling us to eat well before
we went to school (but she herself was reluctant to eat, always the last one to eat).
To this day, I can still almost hear her earnest admonitions. I'm certain my mother loved us very much. I don't
know what my mother was thinking. Even after her death, I never asked her. It remains a mystery
. What do you, the netizens, think?

In my memory, my mother and I only truly had sex once more, similar to the first time. Afterwards,
my mother told me that this kind of thing shouldn't be done every day, as it's very harmful to the body, adding that "one drop of semen is worth ten drops of blood."

As for my feelings towards my father, generally speaking, I feel sorry for him (I think my father doesn't know about my relationship with
my mother ). So, during my first semester of university, I chose to work as a security guard, maintaining school property and order. The school provided meals and a stipend. That's how I spent
my first Spring Festival at university. 　　Later, in high school and university, I lived on campus. I didn't have much time to spend with my mother. I also grew up. Honestly, I can't say I loved my mother (in a romantic way); to me, it was probably just teenage sexual urges. Sometimes I blame my mother for not guiding me properly, leading me down this path of no return. Deep down, I cannot accept incest. The deed is done, and I can only avoid . From then until my mother's death (about 10 years), I never had sex with her again. Of course I love my mother because she sacrificed so much for me and our family. If she were still alive, I would definitely have sex with her again. I wonder what it would be like to have sex with my mother as an adult? Of course, I will never have that chance. 　　The above is written to commemorate my mother. 　　I also hope that netizens will actively exchange and discuss this. I also had a similar experience; my mother tempted me to do it. I was only fourteen years old then and didn't understand anything... My mother, whom I miss dearly, silently endured everything, uneducated and only believing that this was love for her children .

The novel the original poster shared didn't evoke any sense of obscenity; instead, it instilled a profound respect for mothers. It portrays a mother who is submissive, seemingly oblivious to worldly concerns, yet possesses a clear goal as a mother: to ensure her children's well-being. She has her own needs and pursuits, but for the sake of her children and husband, everything she has is deeply hidden within her heart. There is no communication, no... Sexual scarcity, leech, , 奕丝伤撸嬛土, ㄒ豢梢月闼挠亩樱, 苍对兜亩阕潘, 廊话牛徽庵职褪悄悄盖椎闹堪r郧翱垂模, ?恼率呛懿淮淼模, 匚铝讼拢, 恍惶煜碌穆杪瓒际俏, 畔氰模, 硕梢宰龀鋈魏挝,  He was a man who was utterly astonished and humiliated. He was not fond of his mother, nor did he enjoy incest. This shows your selfishness; you didn't consider your mother's feelings. It's fortunate your mother is a submissive woman. If she were a woman with strong desires, she would be heartbroken. Your mother buries her desires deep inside, and you still blame her for not teaching you properly—that's your fault. You can only thank your mother; she taught you the mysteries of sex. The article is simple, but its meaning is profound. I support it. This article feels very real. Although it's somewhat plain, it contains great maternal love, yet it's different from normal love. I envy the author. The article is very good, thank you! I like this kind of incestuous story; it's good, very interesting, but I don't like it involving one's own mother. It's very well written, very realistic. I like this kind of documentary work. Thank you for posting. This article is well written; I really envy you having such a wonderful mother!
Remember and thank your mother!

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