Incest during travel

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In a certain city, on a bustling street, four or five teenagers were speeding along on bicycles, laughing and joking
all . Among them was a boy of about twelve or thirteen years old, with a face as white as jade, short hair standing on end
in a trendy style, and a black and blue school uniform with the words "Sixteenth Middle School" embroidered on the left shoulder. Although his face still showed signs of immaturity, it was
clear that he would grow up to be a handsome young man.

The boy's brows were furrowed, as if he was troubled by something. A long-haired girl who was riding in front suddenly
slowed down and rode alongside the boy. The long-haired girl was about the same age as the boy, with fair skin, clear eyes, and a small, delicate
nose with fine beads of sweat. Her pink lips parted as she said, "Li Yuzhe, what are you thinking about? Look at your furrowed brow
." Her face was full of concern.

Hearing Xiao Yao's words, I was jolted awake, realizing we were on the street. A little flustered, I said, "
Nothing , just a little tired."

Ugh, I'd actually been fantasizing about my mother in the street! It seemed that the sudden thought that popped into my head this morning
had really had a huge impact on me. Afraid Xiao Yao would press me further, I quickly said, "Xiao Yao, I'm home. See you
tomorrow ." With that, I pedaled hard and sped into a residential complex.

My family lives on the third floor in a duplex, probably over two hundred square meters.
I don't know when we moved in; we've lived here since I was born.

We're a typical family of three, quite wealthy. My father is the head of human resources at a well-known company.
He got this lucrative position because he's a smooth operator and knows how to read his superiors' minds. Not counting the salary
, the extra income alone is enough to cover our family's expenses. (Note: Some readers may think this is not a lucrative job, but
I have personally witnessed a friend of mine give a red envelope of
2,500 yuan ) My mother has the easiest job. She is a flower arrangement teacher, handling flowers and plants all day long. Although the salary
is not high, it is quite leisurely. My father has long advised my mother to stop working, since he is financially capable of supporting
us. However, my mother has a good reason to say that it is to "cultivate her mind and character."

With a handsome face, tall stature, elegant demeanor, a wealthy family,
and top grades in school, I naturally became the object of pursuit for the girls in school. I was their dream prince charming.
Moreover, I was always willing to help others, which made me well-liked by teachers and classmates. In front of teachers, I was an obedient and well-behaved
student; in front of classmates, I was the leader of the pack. From a young age, I was never involved in fights because no one dared to mess with me. My strength
lay in my popularity. Regardless of whether you were right or wrong, when everyone was on my side, you
became the target of everyone's ire!

With such good qualities, I should have had almost no worries. Unfortunately, since I
was exposed to sex education at the age of twelve, I slowly changed. From the first erotic martial arts novel I read in the bookstore to the first DVD I bought in
the video store, I had already changed. Although on the surface I was still a good student, in essence
, I had slowly changed after being exposed to sex education.

Having spent a year on this subject, I can say I understand sex very well. I
can . But so far, apart from my mother, I haven't held a girl's
hand. People might think that with my background and looks, winning a girl's favor would be a piece of cake. Wrong!

Wrong! Wrong! Utterly wrong! Many girls have pursued me, but I dare not touch them. I'd rather sit in
front of the computer reading porn and masturbating than touch a girl who seems so easily attainable. That would not only ruin
a girl's life but also destroy the reputation I've worked so hard to build. They say fame is a double-edged sword; now I
'm burdened by my reputation and can't hold hands with girls like ordinary boys.

Sometimes I even think that if I were unknown, I'd probably have a
"wife" like my classmates by now. But reality is reality. It gave me almost perfect conditions, but I also lost a lot.
No wonder the older generation often sighs, "Every gain has its price!"

Thinking of the classic incestuous novel I read last night, my heart raced, and my penis pressed tightly against
my pants, throbbing painfully.

I first encountered incestuous novels last May. At the time, I loved fantasy erotica, watching the protagonist
hunt for beauties everywhere. I got excited every time he acquired a woman, as if I were the protagonist.
Later, I came across an incestuous martial arts novel where the protagonist raped his master's wife, which I found disgusting and
repulsive. When I accidentally saw an incestuous novel about having sex with one's sister, I was
shocked , utterly shocked. The content of this book completely transcended my understanding of sex. I simply couldn't
imagine having sex with a family member?

Later, I came across many more articles like this, and gradually I stopped being averse to them. In fact, I
felt a strange kind of excitement while reading them, especially the mother-son incest series. The excitement was incredibly intense,
far stronger than incest with sisters, aunts, or maternal uncles—any blood relatives.

In my understanding, sisters, sisters-in-law, aunts, maternal aunts, etc., cannot compare to
a mother . The deepest blood relationship is between mother and son; the son comes from his mother's body and
returns to her body more than ten years later—something no other blood relation can match.

From last May until now, I've been indulging in erotic novels for a year, reading quite a few classics.
Unfortunately, they were often fantasies of like-minded enthusiasts, many distorted by reality. I only considered it
a way to release my desires, never thinking about how to actually possess a mother's body. But last night, a piece of erotic literature I read on
Piaomiao Mountain Villa (just a little advertisement ^_^) completely overturned my understanding of the reality of mother-son incest.
That night, I simply treated it as a classic to enjoy.

When I woke up this morning, the inappropriate article I wrote yesterday kept replaying in my mind. After much deliberation, I
came to a conclusion: incest between mother and son is indeed possible! I immediately thought about what would happen if I used this method on my mother
. I considered everything, imagining how she would react if I actually violated her. After
considering it, I couldn't help but feel excited,
as if I had truly violated my mother. A

while later, I snapped out of my daze and was shocked by my own thoughts. That's my mother! How could I...?
How could I think like that? I quickly shook my head, banishing the filthy thought from my mind. But I didn't know that although
I suppressed the thought, it was like a seed of evil, slowly sprouting in my heart…

…

From childhood to adulthood, my mother has always been kind and gentle in my eyes, never letting me suffer any injustice. She is
my safe haven; no matter what I do wrong, my mother is always the first to protect me, preventing me from getting hurt.

She is the person I respect most, with heartfelt respect.

Even after being exposed to erotic novels, I have never done anything like peeping at my mother while she showers, changes clothes, or stealing her underwear
, because I feel that doing such things would be a desecration of my mother.

The god of fate seems to be playing tricks on us; things that should never have happened have quietly occurred…

The

sweltering summer arrived like a tiger unleashed from its cage. People shed layers of clothing as they sought
refuge indoors, enjoying the coolness of air conditioning. But the summer heat, like a tiger, didn't seem to cool
down despite people's attempts to escape; instead, it continued to rise, as if venting its discontent…

Although it was very hot today, reaching a scorching 49 degrees Celsius, it couldn't dampen my spirits. Today,
my whole family was heading to Zhangjiajie to admire its famous scenic spots.

Because I did well on my final exams, my dad, as a reward, planned a trip together.
How could I not be excited? After all, I'm quite playful.

Just as we boarded the bus to Zhangjiajie, my dad's phone rang. He hurriedly got out of the car to answer it, while my mom, whose face had been smiling, now wore a worried expression. My initial joy turned to despair
when I saw the apologetic look on my dad's face . 　　Because I knew exactly why Dad looked like that; it had happened a few times before. But I still looked on with hopeful eyes, hoping he would come with us, and sure enough, I expected it. Dad sighed, " Meizhen , something came up at the company that I have to deal with, so I can't go out with you..." 　Seeing Mom's gloomy face, I knew she was angry. Dad looked at Mom, seemingly wanting to say something, but his lips moved and he didn't speak. He turned to me and patted my head, saying, "Xiaozhe, listen to Mom on the way, don't run around, don't lose Mom!" 　　Hearing Dad's not-so-funny joke, I forced a smile. Dad gave us a deep look, sighed, said nothing more, and turned to leave. 　Dad's words completely ruined our initially cheerful mood. We didn't speak the rest of the way. As the car drove onto the highway, the strong smell of gasoline made me drowsy, and I slowly leaned against Mom and fell asleep. 　　While I was sound asleep, I felt an itch on my face. I instinctively scratched it, and the itch subsided, so I went back to sleep. But after a while, the itch returned, and I scratched again. Then it itch again, and I scratched again… 　　…………… 　　Finally, I couldn't take it anymore. I realized someone was deliberately tickling me. Angrily, I opened my eyes, plotting how to punish the person who had so seriously disturbed my sleep. 　　When I looked up, I was greeted by a pair of large, smiling eyes, crescent-shaped eyebrows, a straight nose, rosy lips, flawless skin, and a snow-white neck. High, firm breasts, a slender waist, and a full, rounded bottom. Wasn't this my mother? 　Seeing the teasing look in my mother's eyes, I knew it was all her doing. I snuggled into her arms and said sweetly, "Mom, I was sleeping so soundly, why did you wake me? Are we almost there?" 　　My mother probably found my whining amusing and chuckled, "Look at you, you silly goose! Get up, we're almost there." 　Seeing my mother's smiling face, I smiled happily too, and my unpleasant mood lessened considerably . 　　The car slowly pulled up inside a hotel. The driver told everyone to get off and rest for the night. I was puzzled ; driving at night is normal, so why stop to rest? Later, my mother told me that a little incident had happened while I was sleeping Apparently, a part in the car had broken down during the journey. The driver checked it and found that the part needed to be replaced, so he drove to the nearest hotel for us to rest for the night and then contacted other cars to pick us up. 　　Although everyone on the bus was grumbling and complaining, they mostly felt helpless and had no choice but to follow the driver to the hotel. 　Then something even more frustrating happened: the hotel didn't have enough rooms; it simply couldn't accommodate so many people. The hotel owner apologized profusely and asked us to squeeze in. My mother and I didn't argue, because we planned to find another hotel. But when the owner said there wasn't another hotel within a 30-mile radius, my mother and I felt a sense of despair. 　　Because we hadn't argued with others, the owner gave us two options: a single room with a small bed, only big enough for one person, and a double room with two larger beds, big enough for two people, but we would have to share a room with a woman in her thirties. 　　I chose the first option without hesitation because I knew my mother was a germaphobe; she would never share a room with anyone other than my father and me. I also had the same germaphobia, and I figured even a small bed would be enough for my mother and me. After all, my mother is the petite type typical of women from southern China, while I, although a boy developing normally, am still shorter than my mother and quite thin. 　　My mother probably thought the same way and didn't object to my decision, following the hotel owner to the room. 　When we entered the room, my mom and I were dumbfounded. Was this even a bed? It was so small! It was two meters long and an arm's width wide. The owner was embarrassed and said, "I won't disturb your rest," before running off. 　　My mom and I both sighed. What could we do? We had to make do. I had planned for my mom to sleep on the bed and me on the floor, but she objected, worried I'd catch a cold. Although it was summer, it was only early summer, so sleeping on the floor wasn't an option. 　　After showering, I lay in bed and watched TV for a while. A wave of fatigue washed over me, and I slowly drifted off to sleep… 　　… 　　I don't know how much time passed, but I woke up with a start, my eyes snapping open. All I saw was darkness. Slowly…

After my eyes adjusted to the darkness, slivers of moonlight filtered through the curtains, illuminating the pitch-black room. I estimated the time
to be between two and three in the morning. I'd probably slept on the bus, but
instead of

wide awake. My mother slept beside me, her rich fragrance wafting towards me, making me feel uneasy. Listening
to her even breathing and inhaling her scent, I felt a wave of dizziness wash over me. A surge of heat coursed
through my body, finally settling in my lower abdomen, and my penis hardened restlessly,
throbbing .

Suddenly, scenes from incestuous stories flashed through my mind, finally settling on
one I'd recently read. My heart pounded, and my breathing became rapid.

Should I do it? I hesitated, my mind involuntarily replaying the events.
I could feel my reason slowly crumbling under the weight of desire, leading me step by step into its abyss…

…

Finally, desire triumphed over reason. My heart pounded restlessly, slowly reaching out my claws towards my mother
…

Having decided to violate her, I surprisingly calmed down. I slowly began to calm
my heartbeat and chaotic breathing in the darkness, taking a deep breath to try and regain my composure. My brain raced,
analyzing the situation.

The bed was small, making it very cramped for two people. I was lying flat, taking up almost
half the bed, while my mother, on her right side with her back to me, only occupied a third. The bed was soft; any sudden movement
might wake her, which would be counterproductive.

After analyzing the situation, I began to slowly, very carefully,
raising my arms and using my hips to rotate my body, while my left leg moved slowly and forcefully.

As I turned around, I let out a long breath. Large beads of sweat streamed down my forehead.
Although the air conditioner was blowing cold air, it couldn't quell the burning desire in my heart.

I didn't flinch. I waited quietly
, barely daring to breathe, my ears straining to the limit,
mentally my mother's breathing returned to normal. I secretly breathed a sigh of relief
. If I hadn't been careful enough and noticed the change, I might have ruined everything.

After waiting quietly for a few minutes, making sure there were no changes in her breathing, I held my breath and slowly
reached out my left hand towards my mother's shapely buttocks.

I needed to figure out what Mom was wearing to bed. The sensation from my fingertips indicated it was smooth and soft
, with tiny, delicate lines. I started analyzing it in my mind, but after a long time, I still couldn't
tell. I sighed inwardly, thinking that if I were a tailor, I would know what kind of fabric it was.

Since I couldn't tell, I had to take a risky approach. I mentally simulated the location of my hand, estimating it to be where
my waist and hips met. I had to probe downwards. If it was smooth skin, then Mom was wearing
briefs ; if it was still soft and smooth, then it was pajamas. My hand slowly slid down, silently
praying it was definitely underwear…

My fingers slowly touched a slightly harder substance. Slowly sliding down a little further, I could clearly feel
fine hairs . That slightly harder substance must be the edge of the underwear. My heart started racing with excitement.
I quickly took a deep breath to calm myself down.

I listened carefully to my mother's breathing, silently counting a few breaths. Her breathing rhythm was normal, still a mix of long
and
short breaths. But figuring out how to take off her underwear without disturbing her was a problem. Looking at the dim moonlight behind the curtains, I guessed it was almost four o'clock. I felt a surge of anxiety, racking my brains for a long time without finding a good solution. Suddenly, I steeled myself,
thinking, "This is wrong to begin with. Mom will definitely find out, and I'll still have to face it.
Since it's wrong, I'll just keep going!"

Having made up my mind, I didn't hesitate. I slowly moved my hand to my mother's waist, touching her
smooth skin. My heart pounded even faster. At that moment, I didn't care about the rapid heartbeat. I slowly
moved my hand down her smooth skin. When I touched something harder, I knew it must be her underwear. I slowly
inserted her underwear... After confirming it was her underwear, I inserted my middle finger and gently pulled it down. The cool, slippery feel of my
fingertip told me that my shameless finger was violating my mother's most sacred place. As
my attention focused entirely on this intimate connection

, I continued pulling down, gradually encountering resistance. With increased force, the underwear was pulled down
a little , but the resistance increased further. I guessed it was where my mother's legs were pressing down. I abandoned
the pressed side and shifted my focus to the other side.

When I couldn't pull the other side any further, I stopped pulling and slowly lifted the thin blanket, letting
the moonlight in.

In my expectant gaze, I saw a large expanse of snow-white skin—my mother's back. Below, I saw
a white pair of panties that had been pulled down halfway, revealing half of her fair buttocks. A
dark cleft was partially visible, while the other half remained hidden by the panties, obscuring her face.

Using the moonlight, I slowly reached for the other half of the panties. My heart pounded with excitement; if I could just pull this half open,
I would have succeeded! My hands trembled as I gripped my panties and began to pull them down, little by little…

…

Persistence pays off, and I successfully pulled the panties down to my thighs, revealing her round, snow-white, plump buttocks.
I couldn't wait to pull them off, grasping my erect penis and slowly moving towards my target…

…

When the head of my penis touched soft, smooth skin, I almost cried out in excitement. I took a deep breath and
slowly advanced. As my penis gradually disappeared into the crevice of her buttocks, the elastic skin and cool surface
stimulated me so much that I almost ejaculated prematurely.

My penis was tightly gripped by my mother's buttocks. After enjoying
it . I slowly moved my body downwards. According to the simulation in my mind, I had to move downwards, making my penis
stand at a 45-degree angle, and then thrust forward.

After adjusting the angle, I took a deep breath and slowly thrust forward. As I
advanced touched a soft, warm spot. I wasn't sure if it was my mother's vagina,
but I felt it calling to me, urging me to enter.

Without hesitation, I began to push upwards. When the head of my penis entered that unusually warm place, my mother's buttocks
clamped tightly around me, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't go any further. A chill ran down my spine—my mother knew!

I stopped, unable to move forward.

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