My Family's Incestuous History (Author: wxgmm)

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[This is all based on my true experiences]

Author: wxgmm

When I graduated from university, I had already slept with six mature women. I like mature women. Ever since I understood sex, I've liked them and fantasized about having sex with my mother while masturbating. I

successfully slept with my mother during the National Day holiday of my first year after graduation in 2003. My penis only started getting hard when I was in the first year of junior high school. Back then, I heard classmates talk about getting hard, but I didn't understand what that meant until I was in junior high.

When I got hard, I liked to masturbate by moving my hand up and down; I learned it on my own. While doing this, I would imagine having sex with my mother... In junior high, my room was separated from my parents' by an open wall (my family was poor back then).

Sometimes when I came home at night, I would try to hear my parents having sex in my room, but I never heard them; it was a secret.

But I would take out my penis and masturbate.

Thinking about my mother next door, I would try various positions. I usually ejaculated quickly during masturbation, within a few minutes. Of course, I also tried deliberately not to ejaculate, masturbating for an hour and a half before finally ejaculating. Later, this developed into a method of testing my sexual ability. I didn't have my first nocturnal emission until my third year of junior high school. I started ejaculating onto my mother's underwear, deliberately shooting it right against her vulva. Of course, I couldn't leave it all there, otherwise it would be obvious. I cleaned off the thick semen, intentionally wetting it, naively fantasizing that my sperm could enter my mother's body. Before I started having nocturnal emissions, I would also use my mother's underwear to cover myself and masturbate, smelling it, even sucking on the scent of her bra. After my mother showered, I would take her smelly underwear and fantasize about it while I showered. I don't know if other mother-fixators are as crazy as I am, and I've told my mother all about this.

My aunt's underwear also received this treatment, but it was rare.

By the way, my first nocturnal emission was in my third year of junior high.

Back then, I would secretly get up at night to pee and masturbate, ejaculating onto the chair of the prettiest girl in my class (our dormitory in my third year of junior high was next to our classroom, and we often studied late into the night for exams). At that time, the semen crystallized, and the next day it turned into a shiny, white bun the size of a button.

I was so naive and wicked back then, thinking about how to make them… I even had a wild fantasy: stealing other girls' underwear. But I always managed to suppress that impulse.

I started working, and although I had a lover around 42 years old (one of the six women I had sex with in college chats), who was also one of my favorites, my

fantasies about my mother grew stronger and stronger. After I started working, I felt free from my family's financial support, and this suppressed desire began to expand dramatically. The inner turmoil, the burning desire, the abyss of stimulation made me lose control, to the point where I had to act on it. My mental state was extremely high at that time, to the point where I had to let it out. Especially after having several erotic dreams about having sex with my mother, this stimulating desire was so strong that it felt like it was burning me up. I couldn't concentrate on anything else, just thinking about that thing, that thing I had to do.

I knew I had to succeed. At that time, I even went to Sina's chat rooms to find women of my mother's age to give me advice. I told them about my uncontrollable desire, asking them to think from my mother's perspective about how to get her to agree to my request.

Perhaps it was because my mother was an uneducated woman from the countryside, while I had a bachelor's degree, that I felt I could easily control her.

Confident in my enthusiasm and infectious passion, I was truly obsessed at the time, desperately wanting to sleep with my mother.

So I went to chat rooms, hoping women my age could give me some advice. I asked them: How can I get my son to sleep with my mother?

I poured out my heart, explaining my inescapable Oedipus complex, saying I absolutely had to have her, to the point of obsession. Most of them wouldn't give me any advice, only advising me to give up. I'm the kind of person who gets more determined the more I try, never giving up.

One woman actually gave me an idea that might help you.

She said: If you absolutely must sleep with your mother, find a place where she feels absolutely safe, where it won't be exposed, before you tell her. If she doesn't feel safe, even if she agrees in her heart, she won't say it aloud.

I knew: If I told my mother about this, and if I failed the first time, I was destined to fail again.

If the first time is successful, there will be many more sexual pleasures in the future.

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