A Mother's Account of Incest and Her Attending Physician

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Author: Attending Physician
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There are some things I've been keeping inside for a long time, wanting to confide in someone, but I haven't been able to find a suitable confidant, so I'm very distressed.
The reason I say I haven't found a suitable confidant isn't because I don't have any close friends, but because what I want to say is too private, even too absurd and shocking, making it impossible and unthinkable for me to tell my friends.
But keeping it all inside is too painful. For a while, I suspected I would go insane! During my most confused period, I stumbled upon the First Club website through a chance encounter. There, I saw many articles about incest between mothers and sons. I don't know how much of these articles are true, but I think that since so many people are writing these things, and so many people are browsing them, it at least shows that incest between mothers and sons does exist, and I'm not the only one doing it, nor is it as heinous as I previously imagined.
You've probably guessed what I'm going to talk about—that's right—I've committed incest with my own son!
After revealing this secret, I felt much lighter and more at ease, as if a huge weight had been lifted from my heart.
Before I knew it, I was a middle-aged woman. I was beautiful in my youth—I had a classic oval face, a tall figure, fair skin, and long legs. Some people said I looked a bit like Joey Wong, and I thought so too, just not as alluring as her. Now I'm almost forty, and my figure and looks are not what they used to be. Although my son often says I'm sexy, that's just him comforting me; it's not true. I went to a vocational school, so my education level isn't too low. I remember when I was in middle school, my Chinese teacher always liked me, praising my writing and often reading my essays aloud in class. Now I want to write down my experiences and share them with everyone, partly as a way of venting, and partly to hear everyone's reactions.
Here is the story I want to tell.
Three years ago, before we bought a new house, the three of us were crammed into a small 30-square-meter apartment. Because there's only one bedroom, our thirteen-year-old son still sleeps in the same bed as my husband and me.
Everyone who knows my husband knows how volatile his temper is. He's usually alright and quite loyal to his friends, but if anyone angers him, he'll go berserk and beat them to a pulp. The neighbors all know his temper, so they avoid him.
My husband and I have been married for sixteen years. The main reason I agreed to marry him was because he worked for a large state-owned enterprise. Who knew that less than two years into our marriage, the company went bankrupt, and we only received a meager minimum living allowance each month.
When the company was doing well, my husband's temper wasn't too bad, and he worked hard. But later, when the company went under and there wasn't much work to do, his temper worsened day by day, and he developed a drinking problem. Every time he came home drunk, he would take it out on me and our son at the slightest provocation, so my son and I are both afraid of him.
My husband has a very strong sex drive; he wants to have sex with me about every two days. He doesn't seem to care if our son sees us, often undressing me in front of him. I say, "Don't do this, our son is watching." He replies, "What's there to be afraid of! Our son isn't a stranger." I say, "Aren't you afraid he'll learn bad habits?" He says, "He's not young anymore; he should know how to play with women."
I don't dare disobey him, so I just let him do as he pleases.
With such a shameless father, the son is naturally no better. Every time my husband and I have sex, he hides and secretly watches. No matter what I say, it's useless. After it happened so many times, I just stopped paying attention to him. But I always feel a little strange when
I'm with my husband. One time, after we finished having sex, just as I was about to fall asleep, I felt someone touching my genitals. Without even looking, I knew it was my son touching me. Firstly, my husband always falls asleep quickly after sex and never touches me again; secondly, the hand that touched my genitals was so soft and small, it couldn't possibly be my husband's hand.
I was furious and wanted to kick him off the bed, but I was afraid of waking him, so I didn't dare make a sound and just pretended to be asleep. If my husband found out, he definitely wouldn't forgive our son and might even beat me too. Perhaps because of my indulgence, my son started touching my genitals frequently, and I could only pretend not to know, which was really a headache.
One day, my husband came home drunk and went straight to sleep. I had only been asleep for a short while when my son reached over and started groping my genitals. I pretended to be asleep as usual; it wasn't the first time he'd touched me like that, and I was used to it. But unexpectedly, after he touched me for a while, my vagina became wet, and a gush of fluid came out. I think it was probably because I hadn't been fucked by my husband for a few days, and my sexual desire hadn't been released.
Embarrassingly, my vaginal fluid sprayed directly onto my son's hand, startling him so much he didn't move for a moment. After confirming I wasn't awake, he continued touching me. Perhaps because my vagina was lubricated by the fluid, it became very slippery, and this time he actually put his fingers inside me, imitating how my husband usually does during sex, using his fingers as a penis to poke and prod me. It made me very uncomfortable, but I couldn't get angry, so I just moved my buttocks closer to him, because that position felt more comfortable.
While I was torn, unsure whether I should speak up and stop him, my son suddenly pulled his hand away from my vagina. I thought: he's probably had enough. At that moment, I felt a little regretful, feeling an emptiness and discomfort in my vagina.
My conflicted feelings weren't surprising, because when a woman's sexual desire is aroused, there's always an instinctive reaction, an irresistible anticipation of an orgasm.
Just as I was caught in a dilemma, my son behind me made another move! This time, he pressed his body against mine. I was startled by his action! I realized that my son had taken off his underwear, and his hard penis was directly poking into my vulva.
My heart was pounding. Of course, I knew what he was going to do next, and I knew what that meant. No, I had to stop him! But what should I do? My husband was sleeping right next to me, and he had drunk too much. If I woke him up, my son and I would probably be in serious trouble!
My son's penis explored between my legs very gently and carefully. He was obviously afraid of his father and didn't dare to make a sound.
Perhaps my son lacked sexual experience, because his penis grazed past my vulva several times. I thought: I can't let him continue like this, otherwise, he will eventually break into my secret place!
I wanted to stop him, but I didn't. Just as I hesitated (actually, it was only a few seconds), my son's penis found the slit he was looking for, and with a "whoosh," it slid into the vagina that had given birth to him (or rather, "slid in," because my vagina was already very wet, and it didn't seem like my son had much effort). Although only a small part was inserted, my sensitive vaginal walls could already feel the presence of my son's penis.
Oh! What a terrible thing to do! My son's penis had actually entered his own mother's vagina! Now, saying anything was useless! His penis was already inside; what was the point of stopping him? The incest between mother and son was a fact!
I was both shocked and terrified! Shocked that my son could be so bold and shameless, daring to fuck even his own mother; terrified that my son and I had actually committed incest, and if my husband found out, the consequences for us would be dire.
At that moment, my mind went blank; I didn't know what to do. I couldn't make up my mind no matter how much I thought about it, and the more my son fucked me, the more vaginal fluid I felt, so I finally decided to continue pretending to be asleep.
Thankfully, my husband was completely drunk, sleeping soundly beside me like a dead pig, even snoring. Although I knew that incest between mother and son was a taboo act despised by society, and in the past it would have been punishable by drowning in a pig cage, my son's penis was already inside me. So what's done is done, and there was no use being afraid. I simply stopped thinking about it and subconsciously told myself: I'm asleep! I'm asleep!!
And so, I didn't resist my son's first violation at all. Instead, I just stuck my butt out and let his penis thrust in and out of my vagina. Sigh, it's truly shameful! I knew that having sex with my son was an immoral and shameful thing, yet I felt a guilty pleasure.
However, I was slightly disappointed that my son didn't last long before ejaculating, and all of it went inside my vagina. After ejaculating, his penis remained inside me until it slowly softened and slipped out.
I remained in the same position, my buttocks pressed tightly against my son's lower body. Although his now-soft penis had slipped out of my vagina, the glans was still trapped between my buttocks. We slept in this intimate, pressed-together position until I estimated he was asleep, before I dared to get up to go to the bathroom to wash myself. When I caught the milky-white semen flowing from my vagina, my feelings were incredibly complex. I thought: This is my own son's semen! I can't believe I've been penetrated by my own son! My son is not yet fourteen, still a minor; it wouldn't be surprising if he did something outrageous. What's surprising is that I, as his mother, didn't stop him in time! I sighed softly, washed my vagina inside and out, then took a towel back to the bedroom to carefully wipe my son's penis clean, helped him put his underwear back on, and then went back to sleep.
That night, I had many wild thoughts and tossed and turned, unable to sleep well.
The next morning, my son looked at me strangely. I guessed he was wondering why I wasn't angry with him. As a mother, of course I had my pride. It wasn't that I didn't want to be angry, but I didn't know how to tell him. This time, his mistake was different from before. Was I supposed to tell him, "You brat, why did you fuck your mother's cunt last night?" Since
things had come to this, I could only pretend I knew nothing. Although I knew this was just an ostrich mentality (burying my head in the sand to escape reality when faced with a threat), my son and I both knew the truth, but as long as we didn't say it, it wouldn't feel too awkward.
As the saying goes, "Everything is difficult at the beginning." After that first time, the second, the third… seemed to become natural. From then on, every time my husband finished with me, as soon as he started snoring, my son would carefully insert his penis from behind, as if the two of them were playing a sexual relay game with me in bed. At first, I was a little embarrassed and gave him some hints, not wanting to let him do this; but he completely ignored my warnings. For example, once when he was poking me with his penis, I deliberately rolled over slightly, the meaning being clear: "Stop it, Mom's still awake!" But guess what? He completely ignored me! He just pulled my lower body towards him, making my buttocks face his penis again. I was worried that making too much noise would wake his father, so I only offered a token resistance before he penetrated me. Every time this kind of contest with my son ended with my vagina being conquered by his penis, it became numb after a while, so I simply stopped resisting and even enjoyed it, only pretending to be asleep.
During that period, aside from the incestuous sex at night, my son and I maintained a normal mother-son relationship during the day. When he was naughty or disobedient, I still disciplined him as usual. However, sometimes when I was scolding him, I would suddenly think of the fact that he had fucked me at night, and I would feel a little guilty, afraid that he would talk back to me and say, "I've fucked your cunt, what right do you have to lecture me?" Fortunately, my son never talked back to me like that, and in my opinion, since he had fucked me, he seemed to have become more obedient than before, and his studies had also improved a lot.
Looking back now, my son was mostly quite well-behaved and willing to help me with housework, but he would occasionally be a little unruly, especially when his father went out to play cards. Knowing that his father wouldn't be back for a while, he would become very unruly. For example, when I was doing housework, he would suddenly come over and touch my buttocks, and no matter how much I scolded him, he would just ignore me. Seeing that he didn't do anything too outrageous, I let him touch me. At first, he only touched me through my pants. Later, seeing that I didn't say anything, he put his hand inside my crotch and touched my buttocks against my skin. I had gotten used to him touching me for a long time, so I let him do it. Who knew he would go further and try to pull down my pants. I refused and hit his hand hard. He probably felt some pain from my hit and pulled his hand back. But after a few days, he forgot the pain and tried to pull down my pants again. This went on and on until I gave in to him again, letting him pull my pants down to my ankles. I did housework while he touched my buttocks. This wasn't enough; he then went on to touch my vulva. I often felt itchy inside my vagina from his touch, and my vagina was wet. But no matter what, I wouldn't allow him to penetrate me, because that was my bottom line. I could pretend not to know when I was sleeping at night, but it was hard to explain if he penetrated me in broad daylight.
Once, I was taking a shower in the bathroom when my son suddenly pushed the door open and said he needed to pee. He pulled out his semi-erect penis right in front of me. Seeing that he hadn't urinated for a long time, and was just playing with his penis until it was big and hard, I said, "You little rascal, what are you doing?" My son looked at me with ill intent and said, "Mom, what should I do if I can't pee?" I said, "If you can't pee, then don't!" My son grinned and said, "Mom, I feel so uncomfortable if I don't pee." Of course, I knew what he wanted to do, so I ignored him. He then simply took off his underwear, and with his erect penis, he started to grope me. To be honest, I was a little tempted at that moment; my vagina was already soaking wet. But the crime of incest between mother and son was something I couldn't bear. So I resisted desperately. Seeing my determination, my son had no choice but to give up his idea of raping me, saying, "Mom, can you at least let me touch you?" Seeing his pitiful look, my heart softened, and I gave in to him. So I gave in to him again. From then on, every time I showered, he would come in and touch me, claiming he was helping me dry off, but actually he would grope me all over, from my breasts to my buttocks, from my labia majora and minora to my clitoris and vagina. Although I verbally scolded him for being a scoundrel, I secretly enjoyed being caressed like that. Women all have a desire to be needed, and I was no exception. So I would deliberately shower when my husband wasn't home, so that my son could come in and touch me. But no matter what, I wouldn't allow him to violate me in broad daylight. The two of us only touched each other. After several failed attempts, he had to give up the idea of openly committing adultery with me in broad daylight and continued to be satisfied with the situation of touching me openly during the day and doing it secretly at night.
In fact, during that period, I was far from at peace with myself. I was in a very contradictory state: on the one hand, I allowed my son to sexually assault me, and on the other hand, I had to maintain the image of a normal mother in front of him.
During that time, my son and I were still getting along peacefully during the day, but at night, after my husband fell asleep, my son would come and have sex with me, his penis erect. It was dark at night, and neither of us could see each other, so I just let him penetrate me. My son became increasingly skilled; for the first two months, I often worried about not reaching orgasm, but later I could reach orgasm every time. Sometimes, when my husband was out playing mahjong, my son would have sex with me several times in a row, ejaculating all over my vagina with his semen. But my son was also a clever little devil; he knew when his dad usually came home and would always leave me about ten minutes to clean up afterward. I didn't care about being shy; after each time, before my son fell asleep, I would go to the toilet naked to clean up the semen in my vagina, and then use a wet towel to clean his penis. Every time I cleaned his penis, my son would look at me with a smile, looking like he was enjoying it, but neither of us would say a word, as if nothing had happened between us if we didn't speak.
I constantly switched between the roles of a strict mother and a harlot in front of my own son. But since we had already had a physical relationship, sometimes when I was harsh with him, I inevitably lacked confidence and even appeared weak-willed.
I remember once when my son did poorly on a midterm exam, I questioned him about why he did so badly, whether he hadn't studied properly; he replied nonchalantly, "Mom, I was just a little careless during the exam, I'm sure I'll do well on the final exam." At that moment, I hated his indifferent attitude and suspected that he might not take my words seriously because he had slept with me. I don't know what came over me, but I suddenly became inexplicably angry and slapped him in front of my husband, leaving a clear five-finger mark on half of his face.
My son seemed stunned by the slap, forgetting to cry, and I was also shocked by myself, unable to speak for a moment. My husband was the first to react. He snorted and cursed, "You bitch, even if he deserves a beating, it's not your place to hit him!"
Then he kicked our son hard in the butt.
That afternoon, after my husband went to work, I regretted hitting our son so hard and wanted to apologize, but I couldn't bring myself to say it. I was so anxious that I broke out in a sweat. I decided to take a shower first, and I had just taken off my clothes when our son came in grinning, the five finger marks on his face still fresh! I rolled my eyes at him and said, "Can't you see I'm taking a bath? What are you doing in here?" My son shamelessly said, "Mom, I just wanted to make amends by helping you wash up!" I felt sorry for the slap he had just received, so I went along with it and said, "Good thing you know what's good for you! If you do this again, I'll castrate you!" My son quickly stripped naked, and when he heard me say that, he smiled obsequiously and handed me his penis, saying, "Mom, this was purely an accident. If it happens again, you can just cut it off." I was amused by him and burst out laughing, and all my regret vanished. What happened next is probably predictable. I quickly transformed from a strict mother into a wanton woman. My son, under the guise of bathing me, groped my entire body, and then brazenly inserted his right index and middle fingers into my vagina, making me gush with vaginal fluid until I ejaculated. Seeing me like that, my son thought he could take advantage of my vulnerability and tried to thrust his rock-hard member into my genitals, but I kicked him away. He had no choice but to masturbate to relieve himself.
Thanks to my son's magnanimity, that incident passed smoothly, and our relationship wasn't affected at all. Although I didn't say anything, I was actually quite grateful for his actions.
My son and I played this cat-and-mouse game of cat and mouse, and although we couldn't fully indulge ourselves because of our mother-son relationship, it was still incredibly enjoyable.
However, one night, a small accident happened.
For some reason, my husband and his card-playing friends suddenly decided to play cards at our house. This had never happened before. Our house is too small, just two rooms. They played cards in the living room while my son and I slept in the bedroom. Even the slightest noise could be heard outside, so we dared not do anything.
The card game lasted until after midnight. By the time my husband went to bed, it was almost 1 a.m., and my son had long since fallen asleep.
The next day at noon, my husband went to work. My son, frustrated by our lack of intimacy the night before, was very impatient. As soon as his father left, he dropped his chopsticks and started pulling down my pants. I thought he would just touch me as usual, but he quickly pulled off his own, revealing his erect penis, the glans almost touching my stomach. I hurriedly asked, "What are you trying to do?" My son put on a pitiful look and said, "Mom, look, my dick is about to burst, just let me have a go."
I softened for a moment, but maybe I also had that need myself, so I turned my back and pretended to be an ostrich, even deliberately walking to the table and pretending to wipe it. My clever son naturally understood what I meant. He grabbed me from behind, his hard, big dick pressing directly against my vulva. I didn't say anything, but slightly arched my buttocks back, making it easy for his glans to find the entrance to my vagina. My son rubbed his glans back and forth on my vulva a few times, knowing that my vagina was already wet, and said, "Mom, I'm going to put it in!" I was naturally embarrassed to answer his question, so I deliberately changed the subject and said, "This table is really old, no matter how much I wipe it, it's never clean." Before I could finish speaking, my son thrust his lower body forward and shoved his sinful dick inside.
That was the first time he had penetrated me in broad daylight.
Although my vagina had been fucked by him countless times, the taboo of incest between mother and son still prevented me from facing this reality. So, while sticking my buttocks up to make it easier for my son to thrust into me from behind, I pretended to be doing housework, occasionally chatting with him about what happened at his school. My son seemed to understand my feelings, so he obediently chatted with me about random things, as if we were just having a casual conversation. But his penis was not idle at all; his erect penis, like a drill bit, rammed into my vagina again and again, the large glans pressing against the inner wall of my vagina, making me wet. His hands were also restless, reaching inside my bra and brazenly touching my breasts.
At that moment, I was both ashamed and scared, but the overwhelming physical desire overcame all fear, making me unable to extricate myself from the pleasure of incest with my own son. I clearly remember the "slap slap slap" sound of my son's abdomen hitting my buttocks, and the "plop plop" sound of his penis thrusting rapidly in and out of my wet vagina. These sounds were both embarrassing and stimulating.
Perhaps it was because it was broad daylight, but my orgasm that time came especially quickly and intensely. When the orgasm came, I couldn't help but moan, "Oh... ah..." Seeing my slutty appearance, my son was also very excited, and he fucked me hard with his big penis, becoming more unrestrained, saying between thrusts, "Mom, does your son's penis feel good?" I was too embarrassed to say yes, so I just kept shaking my head. He deliberately teased me, saying, "Mom means it's not good! Then I'll pull it out!" I was really afraid that he would pull his penis out all at once, but he didn't. He still cared about my feelings. My
son's performance that time was really great. His hands seemed to have magic power; when he touched my nipples, they hardened; when he touched my clitoris, it hardened. Needless to say, his penis, the one I gave birth to, was as hard as an iron rod, its head hot and thick, pressing against my clitoris with a pleasure that surpassed anything else. He didn't do anything special, just the usual thrusting and withdrawing, but I felt exceptionally comfortable, as if each thrust was a pleasurable journey. His adorable big glans slid inside my vagina, thrusting against my clitoris again and again, making my breasts and buttocks ripple, and causing me to pant heavily; making my clitoris tremble wildly, my vagina tightening and loosening at times, like a suction cup tightly gripping my own son's penis, as if trying to suck it dry.
My son acted like a seasoned pro at fucking. Sometimes he'd slap his hard cock against my vulva with a loud slapping sound, then thrust it in forcefully. Other times he'd pull out and tease my clitoris with the glans, making me unbearably itchy, but too ashamed to beg him. So I could only gently sway my plump buttocks, my vaginal fluids flowing uncontrollably, only to be pushed back down by my son's cock.
In short, that daytime incestuous act between mother and son, I was wantonly played with by my own son, brought to orgasm three times, and he ejaculated twice inside me. After the first ejaculation, he only rested for a minute or two, his cock remaining inside me, saying he wanted to block my entrance to prevent his semen from leaking out.
Soon, my son was back at it, continuing to fuck me.
Because my vagina was full of my son's semen, the cavity became even more muddy and slippery, and the tender flesh of the vaginal wall became exceptionally sensitive. Every thrust of my son's penis in and out of my vagina brought me immense pleasure.
After my son ejaculated inside me twice, I reached my third orgasm. I felt both intense pleasure and exhaustion; my legs trembled so much I could barely stand. Before my son's penis was even withdrawn, a mixture of my own vaginal fluid and his semen flowed from the point where our genitals met, soaking my legs. When he pulled his penis out, even more fluid gushed from my vagina like a waterfall, soaking a large area of the floor beneath me. Exhausted
, I forgot all about shame and squatted down, letting the semen flow onto the floor like I was urinating. It was the first time my son had seen me like this. He squatted down in front of me, watching me ejaculate with great curiosity. He probably wanted to ask me something but held back. I blushed and remained silent; the two of us maintained a tacit silence.
Once most of the semen had drained from my vagina, I had regained my strength. I quickly got up and went to the bathroom to wash myself. Then I grabbed a towel to wipe my son's penis. I always cleaned up after him, so I did it out of habit. It wasn't until my son looked at me with a grin that I realized it was broad daylight. My face flushed, and I hurriedly ran into the bathroom.
My son followed me in. I deliberately put on a stern face and asked him, "What are you up to now?" My son smiled and said, "Mom, I saw you were tired, so I wanted to come in and get a mop to mop the floor. I can't leave all that stuff here for Dad to see when he gets home, right?"
I felt incredibly embarrassed and a little annoyed, so I said, "I can mop it myself." My son knew I was just shy and didn't argue with me. In the end, he mopped the floor. Looking back now, it's quite embarrassing. I don't know what my son was thinking when he was wiping away that huge puddle of incestuous fluids.
After that completely accidental first time, our incestuous sex became completely unrestrained. Originally, not letting my son penetrate me during the day was a bottom line I set for myself, but now that line had been crossed, I simply let go. However, because of shyness, I still didn't dare to face him directly when we had sex.
From then on, whenever my husband wasn't home, my son would find an opportunity to come up and pull down my pants, then have sex with me anywhere in the room. I only offered slight resistance before he penetrated me. Every time, my son would ejaculate inside my vagina, and after ejaculating, he would make me spread my legs so he could see the semen flowing out.
Actually, I'm a rather traditional woman. I usually dress very simply and conservatively. The reason I ended up having incestuous sex with my own son is all my husband's fault. It was his indifferent attitude that emboldened our son to dare to sleep with his mother; it also meant that I didn't bear much psychological burden after being raped by him. However, it's unrealistic to say I had no psychological burden at all, since I was having sex with my own son! So every time my son penetrated me, I would inexplicably feel depressed, sometimes even doubting my own sanity.
To be honest, I've secretly resolved to end this abnormal mother-son relationship with my son, but when he comes at me, I can't bring myself to refuse him. I think deep down, I actually crave incestuous sex with my son, but I've never dared to admit it or face it. To maintain my image as a mother in front of my son, I can only bury my head in the sand like an ostrich. At night, it's easy; I just have to pretend to be asleep. During the day, I have to pretend to do this and that. Sometimes I even find it quite ridiculous. My son is clearly pulling down my pants and using his erect penis to find my vagina, but I have to pretend to be nonchalant and keep wiping a perfectly clean piece of furniture over and over. What's even more ridiculous is that while doing these things, I have to stick my butt out or spread my legs to make it easier for my son to fuck me.
So, whenever my husband is away from home, this absurd and ridiculous farce often unfolds in our house: I'm watching TV or knitting, when suddenly I see my son walking towards me naked. So I get up and go to the kitchen to wash the dishes. While I'm washing the dishes, my son comes up behind me and calmly pulls off my pants, sometimes even stripping me completely naked. And I, as if nothing happened, continue washing my dishes (which are actually very clean and don't need washing). I even bend down, squatting slightly (because my son is shorter than me), letting him thrust his penis against my vulva from behind. Sometimes I even proactively reach down and press his glans against my vaginal opening to help him find the right spot. Everyone knows that squatting while washing dishes is very tiring, but I deliberately choose to suffer, just to make it easier for my son to fuck me from behind.
Fortunately, my son is quite obedient and always cooperates with my performance. We tacitly carried out this incestuous act between mother and son every day, yet outwardly pretended nothing had happened. We'd only indulge ourselves occasionally in moments of intense passion, but most of the time, after intercourse, we'd go back to our own lives.
I remember one evening, my husband went out to play cards after dinner. No sooner had he left than my son came up to me, trying to... well, you know. I said, "You haven't done your homework yet." He replied, "Mom, how can I do my homework if you don't sharpen my pen refill?" I naturally understood what he meant by sharpening the pen refill, so I let him pull down my pants. It was prime time for a TV drama, and I, naked from the waist down, switched the TV to the drama channel, saying, "Don't bother me while I'm watching TV, okay?" My son grunted in agreement, plopped down on the sofa, and then pulled me onto his penis. With my own son's penis inside me, I had no interest in watching the drama, but I still had to maintain a facade. I deliberately chatted with my son about the plot of a TV series, while my buttocks moved up and down, stroking his erect penis.
For some reason, my orgasm came exceptionally quickly that day; I ejaculated before even finishing one episode. Afterwards, my body felt weak, and I couldn't even sit up. I said, "Mom's a little tired, I want to rest. Go turn off the TV so it doesn't disturb your homework." My son was considerate; he reluctantly pulled out his still-erect penis and said, "Mom, no need to turn off the TV, just turn the volume down."
Then he put on his clothes and sat down at the dining table to do his homework.
About an hour later, he finished. After tidying up his stationery, my son started taking off his clothes again. I misunderstood, thinking he wasn't satisfied and wanted to fuck me again, so I went to the kitchen to wash the dishes as usual.
A moment later, my son came in. He quickly pulled down my pants, first touching my vulva with his hand, and said, "Mom, let your son help you, okay?" I blushed and shook my head. Then I felt my vagina tighten as a thick, hard penis thrust inside. Although I had just experienced an orgasm not long ago, I still felt pretty good.
My son hugged my waist tightly from behind, thrusting his lower body forcefully. Because of the height difference, his penis couldn't be fully inserted, so I squatted down slightly and stuck my butt out as much as possible to allow his penis to penetrate deeper.
My son thrust his lower body rapidly, his large penis, which had emerged from my vagina, sometimes leaving only half of its glans inside, and sometimes being fully inserted. The movement reminded me of a male and female dog mating. I suddenly felt very shy, so I made conversation by asking my son about his recent studies. My son answered my questions half-heartedly, while his penis vigorously thrust into my vagina, and he even used one hand to touch my clitoris. I only asked him two or three questions before I couldn't hold back any longer, moaning "Oh... Ah..." repeatedly.
This time, my son ejaculated quickly, quite a lot. After he finished, he didn't pull out, but continued to hug me from behind, saying, "Mom, you're so good to me. I thought I'd have to masturbate today!" I said, "Look at you, so impatient. You just finished your homework and you're already taking off your clothes. What can I do?" My son chuckled and said, "Mom, I was just getting ready to take a shower!"
Only then did I realize that he had taken off his clothes to go to the bathroom to shower.
My face flushed red, and to cover my embarrassment, I quickly replied, "Then why don't you go take a shower!" My son said, "Mom, let's shower together." I said, "No, your dad's coming back soon." He said, "No, there's still more than an hour!" I knew my husband never stopped playing mahjong until midnight, so I acquiesced.
So my son didn't even pull his penis out, and just held me like two conjoined twins as we went to the bathroom to shower and continue having sex. Having sex in the shower was a unique experience, but because of our mother-son relationship, I didn't want him to be too unrestrained in front of me, so we didn't talk much during sex, only about topics related to my son's studies.
My son ejaculated inside me again. However, because we were showering, I didn't have to squat down as usual, but stood in front of my son, letting him insert his fingers into my vagina to clean my genitals.
My son and I maintained this incestuous sexual relationship without speaking out for over a year. Because we were both in love, things progressed smoothly.
Perhaps due to my role as a mother, in my memory, almost every sexual encounter between us was initiated by my son; I, as the mother, only passively received. I never initiated sex with him, nor did I perform oral sex on him.
Have you noticed that I've rambled on so much but barely mentioned my sex life with my husband? My husband has a very high sex drive, almost every two days, and each time it lasts ten to twenty minutes. So, from a sexual perspective, I'm not sexually unsatisfied. However, my husband is very domineering. In his eyes, I'm just a woman for him to satisfy his lust, not much different from an inflatable doll. In all these years of marriage, there has been almost no emotional communication between us. He never considers my feelings, whether I'm willing or not, whether I reach orgasm or not; he only cares about himself. So I always passively accepted it, and I thought that's just how sex between men and women is. This kind of thinking may have also affected my sex life with my son, to the point that I rarely expressed my personal feelings and needs in front of him. For a while, I even thought it was unimaginable to actively seek love from my own son.
But my son is different from my husband. People might think I'm ridiculous, comparing things like sex, and comparing my son and husband in particular.
Sigh! Anyway, things are already like this, what can I hide? To be frank, before I had sex with my son, I always thought I hated sex. Since having sex with my son, I've gone from passively accepting it to looking forward to it; I've started to feel that sex isn't something dirty or vulgar, but a wonderful exchange of souls and physical enjoyment.
In the few years since my son and I started dating, he's developed incredibly fast. He's grown from 160cm to 175cm, and his penis is almost as big as his father's – in length and girth, but with a hardness his father can't match. However, the biggest difference between my son and his father is that he knows how to respect me. This respect isn't just verbal, but shown in many small details. For example, the foreplay before intercourse, the caresses after orgasm, and when I don't want to, he suppresses his desire instead of using me as a outlet for his urges.
It's these heartwarming gestures that make me feel his deep love, making me willing to bear the stigma of incest rather than betray him.
Memories are always so painful!
I don't know why I've rambled on like this. I'm very grateful that you've all listened so patiently to my story. Please forgive me if it's too disjointed, as there are so many trivial things that have happened between my son and me over the years, and sometimes I can't even tell which things came first and which came last.
I remember once I did a good deed, and my son didn't bother me for several days. On the third day, I was almost clean, but my son didn't know. That evening, after dinner, my husband went out to play cards again, and my son sat alone on the sofa watching TV. I don't know what happened, but suddenly I felt very itchy inside, wanting my son to come and have sex with me, but I was too shy to say it.
I cleared the dishes from the table and deliberately said to my son, "Mom's going to wash the dishes!"
Unlike usual, my son didn't follow me into the kitchen but instead sat down at the table and started doing his homework.
While washing the dishes, I called my son to help twice: once to roll up my sleeves and the other time to get me the dish soap. That day, I don't know what was wrong with my son, he just wouldn't understand. I came out of the kitchen after washing the dishes, feeling incredibly annoyed with him, but with nowhere to vent my frustration.
I absentmindedly watched TV for a while, then suddenly a brilliant idea struck me—I'd pretend to change clothes in front of him. I stripped naked from the waist down and then casually asked my son, "Where's the pair of underwear I left here?" My son's eyes gleamed as he stared at my lower body, then said, "Mom, you'll have to take them off again in the shower anyway, so don't wear them."
With that, he got up from the sofa and came over.
I knew my plan had worked, so I deliberately turned around, pretending to look for my underwear. My son understood and came behind me. He gently patted my bottom, then squatted down behind me and spread my buttocks apart, looking inside.
I said, "What are you looking at?"
My son chuckled and said, "Mom, I'm checking if you've finished your good deed."
I said, "Whether I've finished or not is none of your business!"
My son said, "It's not my business, but it's my business."
Saying that, he pulled down his pants and brought his already erect penis to my crotch.
I said, "You brat, go do your homework."
Although I said that, I cooperated by sticking my butt out so he could thrust his penis in.
While my son was fucking me, he said, "Mom, after I hand in your homework, I'll do the homework the teacher assigned."
I said, "I didn't assign any homework."
My son thrust into me hard and said, "Isn't this the homework Mom assigned to her son?"
I said "Oh," and said, "You, you're so shameless."
Actually, he wasn't the only one who was shameless; that day, I, as his mother, was deliberately seducing him. But my son didn't expose me; instead, he tried his best to satisfy me with his penis.
That day, my orgasm came incredibly fast, probably less than ten minutes later, my legs were weak from my son's fucking. He asked me what was wrong with me, and I was too embarrassed to say I had an orgasm, so I said I was a little tired and wanted to rest. My son was very considerate; he quickly pulled his big cock out of my vagina and said, "Mom, let me help you go inside and sleep for a while!"
I said, "What about you?"
My son chuckled, shaking his big cock, which was covered in my juices, and said, "It's okay, I can just feed it again tonight."
I suddenly felt very touched, and on impulse, I said, "Little Rascal (my son's nickname), sit on the sofa, and I'll give you oral sex."
My son looked at me with shining eyes and said, "Really?"
I said, "Just this once."
My son said, "Then I'll go wash up first."
I said, "No need, you can just wipe yourself with your underwear."
So, my son wiped the sticky fluid off his penis with his underwear and sat down on the sofa. I, naked from the waist down, knelt in front of my own son and opened my mouth to take his large penis, which had emerged from my vagina, into my mouth. This was my first time performing oral sex on a man. I imitated what the women in porn movies did, licking my son's penis with my tongue and sucking on his glans. My son looked down at me, a very satisfied expression on his face.
The entire oral sex session probably only lasted about five or six minutes. I only asked him once, "Does this feel good?" My son didn't say much, just nodded and said, "Yes."
To my surprise, I also felt pleasure while performing oral sex on my son. I quickly felt it again, and a stream of vaginal fluid flowed from my vagina, wetting the floor beneath me.
So I softly said, "Mom's mouth is a little sore." Then I got up, straddled him, and began our second round of sexual intercourse.
This was the first time I'd ever sat face-to-face with my son on his penis, having sex with him like this, so I was inevitably a little shy. I buried my head in his shoulder, not daring to look at him. He didn't say anything, just gently held me. Just as I was about to have another orgasm, he suddenly stood up, supporting my buttocks with both hands, thrusting his body up and down into me. This time, we both reached orgasm almost simultaneously. As he screamed and ejaculated deep into my vagina, I wrapped my legs tightly around his waist, my lower body thrusting forward with arousal, like a mother animal being nursed by her son, sucking his essence with my little mouth.
Now, recalling these little things, it's truly both sweet and bitter. Sigh, sometimes I think: if we weren't mother and son, that would be great! Then I wouldn't have to carry so much of a burden in my heart. But then I think: if he weren't my biological son, would I still be so willing to let him fuck me
? No! Probably not!! Of course not!!!
For over two years, my son and I maintained this tacitly understood, superficially normal but actually illicit mother-son relationship, until early last year when the plot took a new turn. On
New Year's Eve last year, my husband, unusually, didn't go out to play cards; the whole family sat together on the sofa in the living room watching the Spring Festival Gala. This was truly rare in our family, and I suddenly felt a sense of home.
The Gala ended after midnight, and amidst the sound of firecrackers, the three of us went to bed. As soon as we got into bed, my husband stripped me naked and wanted to have sex with me. Every New Year's Eve, we never turn off the lights in our house, and while my husband and I were having sex, my son would watch with great interest.
My husband ejaculated quickly. As he pulled out his semen-covered penis, he said to our son beside him, "You little bastard, so engrossed in watching, do you want to come up and fuck me too?"
To my surprise, our son actually nodded and said, "Yes."
My face flushed red, and I scolded, "You little rascal, go to sleep!"
My husband laughed and said, "Good boy, you really want to fuck your mother, huh? Well done, you're a son of the Shi family." He patted our son's head and said, "Take off your pants and let me see if you're good enough."
Our son actually took off his pants. His penis was naturally not as thick as his father's, but for his age at the time, it was quite large and very firm, with a white, tender shaft and a rosy glans, looking very sexy.
My husband was clearly taken aback that his son's penis was almost as big as his own. He paused for a moment, then said, "You little bastard, no wonder you're so fascinated! You're acting like an adult. I just don't know if you're any good."
"Good," my son said, kneeling on the bed with his erect penis.
"Alright, then you come up here and try fucking your mother's cunt."
My husband seemed genuinely going to let his son fuck me. He got off me, sat on my left, and spread my legs apart with his hands.
Although I really wanted my son to fuck me, and he had already fucked me countless times before, I had to pretend in front of my husband. I said, "No, husband, this is incest."
My husband cursed, "You stinking bitch, shut your stinking mouth! I said it's okay, so it's okay."
After saying that, he gestured for his son to come up and fuck me.
My son probably noticed my pale face and hesitated for a moment. My husband then pulled him onto me and said, "You little bastard, didn't you say you wanted to fuck your mother? I don't care what you care about! If you're a man, then do it right now."
My son was forced to kneel between my legs and said, "What if Mom won't let me?"
My husband said fiercely, "Are you listening to her or me?"
As he spoke, he spread my vulva open with his hands and said, "You little bastard, look, this is your mother's cunt. You were born from here, you know?"
I blushed with shame. Although my son had fucked my cunt many times before, this was the first time he had spread it open like this, especially since I had just finished having sex with my husband, and his semen was still flowing out of my cunt!
I don't know if my son was faking it or if he was genuinely scared, but he poked at me several times without penetrating. My husband, watching impatiently, yelled, "Damn, you can't even fit your mother in such a big cunt? Are you even a man?" With that, he grabbed my son's penis and forced it into my vagina.
The moment my son's penis entered me, I felt more pleasure than ever before, and I couldn't help but let out a soft "Ah!"
My husband slapped my buttocks and yelled, "You filthy bitch, you feel this good being fucked by your son, and you still say no!"
At that moment, I wondered if I was truly a born slut, because I found myself desperately craving my son's penis. Every time he entered, I couldn't help but arch my back to meet him, and every time he withdrew, I felt a void in my vagina, longing for him to enter again.
But outwardly, I had to pretend to be extremely unwilling.
I struggled incessantly, deliberately squeezing my legs together and occasionally thrusting my lower body forward, ostensibly to throw my son's penis out, but secretly to accommodate his thrusts.
My son was quite the actor; he repeatedly pried my legs apart, saying, "Mom, don't be angry, Dad made me fuck you."
Under my husband's coercion, I finally gave up struggling. I still clearly remember the scene—my son knelt between my legs, fucking me while asking his father, "Dad, is this how you fuck?"
My husband said expressionlessly, "Yes, that's how you fuck."
My son asked again, "Dad, every time you finish fucking Mom's cunt, there's a white stuff that flows out. What is that?"
My husband said, "You're quite observant! That's my semen. Men ejaculate when they fuck women to the point of ecstasy."
My son deliberately acted cocky, "Dad, will I ejaculate when I fuck Mom?"
My husband paused, then said... "You're fifteen years old now, you should be able to ejaculate by now!"
The son asked again, "Why does Dad always fall asleep after ejaculating? Is it because ejaculating is tiring?"
The husband said, "A man's penis goes soft after ejaculating, what else can he do if he doesn't sleep?"
The son said, "Oh, is that so! Then I won't ejaculate. I want to keep fucking Mom like this!"
The husband chuckled and said, "Silly boy, men fuck women for that one moment of ejaculation, understand?"
The son asked, "Why?"
The husband said, "Because that moment of ejaculation is the most pleasurable, silly boy. Besides, if I didn't ejaculate when I fucked your mother, how would you have been born?"
The son asked, "If I ejaculate inside Mom's vagina, will she give birth to a son for me?"
The husband glared at him and cursed, "You little bastard! Trying to rebel against me? Dream on! After I gave birth to you, I put an IUD in your mother. No matter how much you ejaculate inside her, she can't get pregnant!"
The son was
speechless. You might think this is absurd, something I made up; but that's how it happened. If you don't believe me, just listen to my story; I completely understand. Because this kind of thing is inherently unbelievable, not something a normal person would do. But my husband is a peculiar one; his thoughts are different from others. We've been married for so many years, yet I still don't understand him.
Enough rambling, let's get back to the point!
My son was fucking me hard in front of his dad with the very penis I'd given him, without ejaculating for a long time. My husband watched for a while, then got sleepy. He patted my son's butt and said, "You little bastard, you're really something."
My son chuckled and said, "Dad, like father, like son!" My husband yawned and said, "Yeah, keep it up, fuck your mother for me." Then he lay down beside us, letting my son and I have sex, while he fell fast asleep.
I really don't understand my husband. How could he tolerate his wife and son engaging in such an incestuous act that is despised by the world? Does he really not care at all about sharing his wife with his own son,
or has he never cared about me at all? But at that moment, I wasn't angry. I was even a little grateful to him because he let me taste my son's young penis, and it was his indifferent attitude that allowed me to escape the confusion of incest.
That night, my husband slept next to us, and he soon started snoring. Before, I always had to sneak around when I had sex with my son, afraid my husband would find out. I would always face away from him, bend over, and let him fuck me from behind. Now, I no longer have to live in fear of having sex with him secretly. I started to let loose and began trying the woman-on-top position, actively stroking my own son's penis. Since that time we had sex on the living room sofa, I've found this position extremely stimulating, making me feel like my son is my little pony. My son seems to enjoy this position where I'm in control; he lets me ride him, my body rising and falling, while he freely plays with my breasts.
That one time left a deep impression on me. My son, while fucking me, showered me with attention: "Mom, you look so sexy, I love it."
I smiled slightly and said, "Really?"
My son continued, "Mom, look! My cock is going in and out of your cunt, it looks so good!"
I blushed and said, "Mom saw it too, do you like it?"
My son said, "Yes! Mom, there's so much water in your cunt! It's all flowing out along my cock."
My face turned even redder, and I gently scolded, "You little rascal, it's all your fault!"
My son said with a wronged expression, "Mom, you're the one doing it, how can you blame me?"
I smiled gently and said, "Of course it's your fault. Your cock..." "It's big and hard, like a drill that pierced right through my pussy. How could I not be wet?"
My son asked me again, "Mom, has Dad ever fucked you like this?"
I said, "No."
My son said, "Really?"
While stroking my son's penis, I said, "Your dad only knows one position. It's so boring!"
Hearing me say that, my son said, "Mom, I want to fuck you in many different positions. Will you teach me?"
My face flushed, and I said, "You little rascal, you're better than me. You don't need me to teach you!"
My son said, "Mom, tell me how good I am."
I was speechless for a moment and said, "You—"
I wanted to say, "Every time you fuck me, I feel so good!" But I couldn't say it.
The words I couldn't say were spoken by my son. He said, "Mom, don't I always fuck you really well?"
I scolded, "You still say that!"
That night, my son and I had a lot of fun and enjoyed ourselves. I was so glad that I no longer had to be afraid that my husband would suddenly wake up. I would occasionally glance at my sleeping husband with disdain, inwardly cheering, "Look how good your son is at fucking! Much better than you!" "Look, look at how your son is fucking your woman!" My
son and I tried various positions, his young and strong penis making me feel incredibly good. I responded to him with unprecedented passion, and he reciprocated with countless thrusts. We kissed incessantly, saying things we'd never said before. My son's penis never left my vagina. When he ejaculated for the first time, I was riding on top of him, his legs tightly wrapped around my slender waist, while I gently swayed my plump buttocks, grinding my son's penis like grinding soybeans.
My son, grinning under my crotch, said, "Mom, I came, let's rest for a bit."
I said, "What, you beg for mercy now?"
He said, "Mom is Buddha, even the mighty Monkey King can't escape Buddha's palm."
I chuckled at his words and said, "Mom isn't Buddha, at most Guanyin."
He said, "That's right, Mom is the compassionate Guanyin Bodhisattva, that's why she used the Guanyin lotus position to subdue me!"
I was so ashamed that I said, "Get lost."
I lifted myself up, about to get off him, when I saw a lot of milky white semen flowing from my vagina, splashing onto my son's penis. I blushed with shame and let out a soft "Oh," quickly squatting down and sitting on his still-erect penis.
I was ashamed to face this lewd and wanton scene, so I was a little flustered and clumsy, and accidentally hurt my son.
My son cried out, "Ouch!" and said, "Mom, be gentle, you'll break my dick if you do that."
As he spoke, he gently pushed with his hand, and his wet, big thing "swoosh" slid into my vagina.
I said, "You little rascal, why are you in again?"
My son grinned mischievously and flipped me over, straddling me. He adjusted his position and said while fucking me, "Goddess Guanyin, watch how Sun Wukong wields his Ruyi Jingu Bang and wreaks havoc in the Dragon Palace of the East Sea!"
I was going to scold him because such continuous intercourse is bad for his health, but my son's words made me laugh. So I said, "You little monkey, what are you trying to prove with your defeated flesh stick? You're just a broken-down stick!"
My son chuckled and said, "Mom, don't underestimate this flesh stick of mine. It can grow big or small, it's been through countless battles, and it can subdue all sorts of demons, from the White Bone Demon to the Spider Demon. Oh, right, Mom, what kind of demon are you?"
I said, "Didn't you just say I was the compassionate Guanyin Bodhisattva?"
My son said, "That was just now. Now Mom, I'm riding you, and I, Sun Wukong, don't strike nameless ghosts with my staff. Mom, tell me what kind of demon you are!"
As he spoke, he thrust his lower body forward, his big cock hitting my G-spot, making my whole body go limp. I couldn't help but let out a moan and said, "You little rascal, you're going to kill me!"
Young people are just different. My son's penis seemed to have magic power, and he quickly regained his strength. He rode on top of me and fucked me hard until I was weak and wet. I couldn't bear to let him go, so I involuntarily raised my legs and squeezed him tightly. My lower body thrust hard to meet my son's fucking. The two of us began the second round of our physical battle.
That night, I don't remember how many times my son ejaculated inside me, nor how many orgasms I had. Anyway, after intercourse, my vagina was completely filled with my son's semen. The orgasm exhausted me; I didn't even have the strength to get up and wash myself. So I left my son's semen inside the vagina and uterus where I had given birth to him, and we slept soundly, mother and son, tightly embracing each other until dawn.
The next morning, my husband woke up earlier than me. When I woke up, I found a large patch of the newly made sheet soaked with my vaginal fluid. My face flushed, and I quickly urged my son to get up and change the sheets. My son was fast asleep and didn't want to get up. Just then, my husband came out of the bathroom and said, "It's New Year's Day, let him sleep a little longer. Why are you waking him up?" My face flushed, and I said, "The sheets are all wet." He paused, then said, "So what if they're wet? We've changed them, but they keep getting wet. We can't change them every day." My face turned even redder, but seeing that my husband didn't seem to be mocking me, I ignored him and insisted on waking my son and changing the sheets.
But the next morning, the sheets were indeed soaked again, just as my husband had said. We only had two sheets, and if I washed them again, I wouldn't have any to change, so I had to use a hairdryer to dry them. My husband saw it but didn't say anything. Anyway, I was the one doing all this, and he couldn't be bothered.
From then on, my son and I went from having sex in secret to having sex in public. At first, I was a little reserved, feeling that having sex with my own son in front of my husband was a bit too much. But my son was wicked; sometimes he would deliberately wait until my husband was about to come home before having sex with me. As soon as my husband walked in, he would see the two of us, naked and entangled together, his penis thrusting rapidly in and out of his wife's cunt. Most of the time, my husband wouldn't say anything, at most he would just watch from the side and then walk away. Occasionally, he would say something sarcastic to me: "You slut, you like fucking your son so much!" "Your son's penis is alright, look at you, you're so slutty, let your son fuck you to death!" Or he would say to his son: "You little bastard, fuck your mother properly for me, so she won't go looking for other men outside when her cunt is itchy. I don't want to wear a green hat on my head." I found it quite funny to hear this. Wasn't having sex with his wife
a time when he was being cuckolded? The thing that embarrassed me the most was how to deal with the semen that my husband and son ejaculated inside me. Actually, my husband's semen is relatively easy to handle; it flows out quickly. But my son ejaculates a large amount each time, and with great force, some of the semen goes directly into my uterus and doesn't flow out easily, even when I try to remove it with my fingers. Sometimes, the semen from the night before doesn't flow out until I leave the house the next day. It might wet my underwear, or sometimes it will run down my thighs. The itching is bad enough, but what's most embarrassing is the stains it leaves on my pants. So, to solve this headache, I have to wear a panty liner every day, which increases our household expenses. Although I buy inexpensive ones, our family's finances are already tight, and this extra expense still makes my husband very angry. My husband isn't usually a very observant person, but after a while, he inevitably notices it. One time, he caught me changing a panty liner and asked, "You haven't done anything good, what are you doing with this?" I said, "These days you and our son ejaculate inside me every day, and sometimes it even leaks out when we're out, it's quite embarrassing."
My husband got furious and yelled, "You slut, I've been fucking you for so many years and I've never seen you use this thing, why are you blaming us!" Of course, I couldn't say it was because my son ejaculated so forcefully and in such large quantities, so I made up an explanation: "Maybe it's because I'm getting older." "You're older now, your vagina is looser than when you were younger, that's why." My husband didn't think much of it and said, "I don't even have money for alcohol, and you, on the other hand, have money to use this rubbish every day."
I said, "Then what do you suggest we do?" My husband snorted and said, "Your vagina is just loose, just stuff a wad of paper in there and that's it!" I was afraid he would get angry, so I didn't dare to argue with him and said, "I won't use this starting tomorrow."
I tried using paper instead of a panty liner, but it didn't work because paper doesn't stick to underwear like a panty liner; it would fall down when I walked. I also tried stuffing the wad of paper into my vagina, but it was very uncomfortable, and the paper would slip out when it got wet. My son was the most thoughtful; he somehow got hold of a sponge strip about an inch long and as thick as a finger, and I tried stuffing it into my vagina. It worked very well.
However, although I had become my son's woman physically, in real life I was still his mother and his legal guardian.
I remember once my son got into a fight with a classmate at school over a trivial matter, leaving the other boy with a bruised and swollen face. His homeroom teacher called home, asking us to come to the school. My son's father naturally refused, so I had to go myself. When I got home, I scolded my son, but he just grinned and seemed completely unconcerned. I was furious. Just then, my husband came home from work, and I told him about our son's fight. He said, "Every man fights. If he wins, it's his skill; if he loses, he deserves it."
My son became even more arrogant. I was so angry that I grabbed a broom and started beating him mercilessly. Seeing how angry I was, my son knew I was genuinely upset and didn't dare talk back.
I ignored him for three days afterward.
On the fourth day, my son came to apologize, begging and pleading. My anger had already subsided, so I said, "If you misbehave again, see how I deal with you."
He chuckled and reached to take off my clothes. It was shortly after dinner, and my husband hadn't left yet, so I gave my son a wink. As soon as my husband left, my son eagerly stripped me naked. He pinned me to the sofa, forcefully spreading my legs to reveal my hairy genitals, then grabbed his thick, hard penis and slapped it against my vulva, making a loud slapping sound.
I yelled, "You filthy bastard, what are you doing?"
My son said, "Mom, you hit me with a broom the other day and it swollen my head. Today I'm going to hit you with my dick and swollen your cunt too."
I felt this was very unserious and I should teach him a lesson, but I couldn't help but laugh at his words. I said, "Listen to me, don't think that just because you fucked my cunt, I can't control you."
My son grinned and said, "Mom, how dare I disobey you? If you get angry and don't let me fuck your cunt, I'll suffocate."
Before I could reply, he grabbed his big dick with one hand, gently pushed open my vaginal opening, and then thrust it in all the way.
I thought to myself: Oh, you're afraid of me because you're afraid I won't fuck you!
I wanted to scold him, but his huge dick pushed me in, making me let out
a moan, and the words stuck in my throat. It felt like my son's penis wasn't blocking my lower mouth, but rather my upper mouth.
In my memory, my son had used this despicable method to gag me more than once, calming my initial anger with a series of vigorous thrusts. Imagine, being fucked by my son's penis until my vagina was dripping wet, experiencing multiple orgasms—what could I, as his mother, do? The
story should end here, but my incestuous sex with my son continues. Frankly, the various incestuous sexual acts between my son and me over the years could fill three days and three nights. To be honest, just now my son had sex with me, and his semen is still inside my vagina. My son often says that a man's semen can moisturize a woman's skin. He wants me to keep this fluid, which symbolizes our incestuous intercourse, inside my body, letting my vaginal walls and uterine lining slowly absorb and digest it, eventually making it part of my own bodily fluids. He also says that if I do this every day, my skin will become more delicate, and I will look younger. Of course, I know this is just nonsense my son makes up, but I still choose to believe him because I like to receive his semen in my uterus. Just thinking about my own son's semen flowing inside my vagina makes me feel like I possess him, and I strongly feel that I am his woman.
I don't remember when it started, but after having sex with my son, I no longer run to the toilet to wash myself like before. Instead, I use the sponge strip my son gave me to plug my vaginal opening, so that his semen stays inside me. When I'm alone, I quietly savor the sensation. I can almost feel my son's semen transforming into millions of sperm swimming inside my vagina. The feeling is like a connoisseur smelling the aroma of fine wine, making me incredibly intoxicated!
My son is sixteen years old this year and is a sophomore at a prestigious high school. He's now taller and bigger than his father, and he has developed an Adam's apple and a deeper voice. In every aspect, he's a real man, especially his penis. Its length, girth, and hardness all surpass his father's. So every time my son's penis enters me, my vagina feels an insatiable, throbbing sensation. Just having my son's penis inside me, even without thrusting, brings me immense pleasure.
What perplexes me is that my son has been boarding at school since his second year of high school, only coming home once a month for a two-and-a-half-day break. Those twenty-odd days away from home feel incredibly long. I often spend sleepless nights blaming myself, imagining my fingers as my son's penis and masturbating. I even shamelessly let him take obscene photos of our incestuous sex and keep them on my phone (I especially love looking at one close-up of our genitals intercourse). During those sleepless nights, I entertain myself by admiring these photos. Naturally, those few days of my son's monthly break are the happiest and most joyful days for me. I carefully cook many delicious meals for him, dress up nicely, and even trim my pubic hair for him. I remember once when I was chatting with my son, we somehow got onto the topic of my pubic hair. He said it was thick and long, and he was shocked when he first saw it. At that moment, I felt that my son probably didn't like the look of my pubic hair. Afterwards, I looked at myself in the mirror again and again, and realized that my pubic hair was indeed too much and too long, even covering my vaginal opening. So I secretly used scissors to cut some of it off, not daring to cut too much at once for fear of my husband's scolding. After repeated trimming, my pubic hair was less than half of what it used to be, and my dark brown labia were now visible. Before, when I opened my legs, I could only see my hairy pubic area, but now I could see my thick labia majora and thin labia minora. If I opened my legs even wider, the labia minora would part like flower petals, revealing my pink and delicate vaginal opening. My husband completely ignored these changes, showing that he had never paid attention to the appearance of my vulva; my son, however, was different. He noticed these changes in my pubic area at a glance and even lewdly asked me to open my legs as wide as possible so he could take a lewd photo of my slightly open vaginal opening.
To be honest, I really enjoy the way my son looks at my vulva with lustful eyes. Whenever he looks at me like that, I feel incredibly aroused, and my vaginal fluids flow uncontrollably. I also enjoy letting him watch the semen flow from my vagina after he ejaculates inside me. At that moment, I feel a surge of pride. I can't help but think that this semen came from my own son's vas deferens, and if I wanted to (remove the IUD), I could have a child for him.

Even though it's immoral, I just want to be my own son's woman!
Alas! I know that in the eyes of the world, incest between mother and son is a despicable and sinful act! And I believe in karma. But what can I do? As a mother, since I couldn't stop this sin from happening, let me bear all the consequences! If there is guilt, let all the blame fall on me! I am willing to bear all the consequences of incest between mother and son. If there is such a thing as divine retribution, then let it all fall upon the head of this promiscuous mother!
Alas! I don't want to be seen as a bad mother by the world. Reason tells me it's time to end all this; my son is still young, his life has just begun, and I can't ruin him. But the reality is that I can't resist the temptation of my son's sexy, big penis. I love the feeling of my vagina being filled with my son's thick, hard penis, and I've also fallen in love with the feeling of my uterus being filled with my son's hot, sticky semen. I know that one day my son will get married and have children, and I will slowly grow old. Even if he doesn't despise me then, I won't have the courage to let him see my old, wrinkled vulva. Lately, I've often been caught in a contradiction and pain, unable to extricate myself. That feeling of anticipation and fear, joy and pain, is probably hard for ordinary people to understand! Of course, I know all of this is abnormal because I haven't fulfilled my duties as a wife, nor have I fulfilled my responsibilities as a mother.
I am now both an unfaithful wife and an illicit mother, yet I enjoy being an unfaithful wife and an illicit mother who has sex with my own son. I cannot and do not want to get rid of this unfaithful and illicit role. What do you think I should do?
(The End)

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