My vow to my mother

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This is a true story from my life. My mother is 54 years old this year. Although she is quite old, we have maintained a sexual relationship. Now she and my father are divorced, and we live together. Almost every night, when it's late, we make love passionately.
I am 30 years old, from a small county town. I currently work in Beijing. I was married once, but divorced quickly. I don't even have children yet. The reason is that I still deeply love my mother. Only with her can I be truly happy, and only with her can I experience that passionate, frenzied thrusting during sex. My wife can't give me that. During my married life, I spent most of my time thinking about making love with my mother and my wife. Only then could my penis become fully erect. I know this is something most people can't understand; only someone with such a deep Oedipus complex like me can understand this feeling. It
all started with an experience from my childhood. When I was little, I loved to cling to my mother, often insisting on sleeping in the same bed with her (my mother later told me that she often couldn't have sex with my father for several days at a time, which made both of us very uncomfortable). Perhaps that was a seed of my Oedipus complex. I was only five years old then, and that night I still insisted on sleeping in the same bed with my mother. It was a cold winter night, and I woke up in the middle of the night feeling cold. I started touching my mother, trying to get closer to her to warm up. Because I was so small, I had already buried myself in the blankets. My mother happened to be facing away from me with her buttocks sticking out, and my hand, as I touched her, touched her vulva. By some twist of fate, my finger entered my mother's vagina. I felt my finger in a wet, slippery, and warm place. Just as I was wondering where I was, my mother woke up. A scream woke my father, followed by my mother's scolding, while my father laughed. He laughed and called me a "little rascal." This incident is deeply ingrained in my mind.
In the days that followed, I often recalled the feeling of my fingers entering my mother's vagina—wet, slippery, warm, and reassuring.
From that moment on, the seed of Oedipus complex was sown in my heart. My mother's growing neglect of me allowed this seed to slowly sprout and eventually grow.
Like many others, I secretly watched or overheard my parents' sexual encounters when I was young. I remember one time (I don't remember how old I was), when I was already sleeping in a separate room from my parents, I woke up suddenly needing to urinate. Passing by my parents' bedroom door, I vaguely saw light shining through the crack. I wondered what time it was; my parents were still awake. A sense of curiosity about my parents' privacy made me stealthily approach the door.
The door wasn't locked, and I could hear my mother's moans and rapid breathing from inside, along with the creaking of the bed. My heart pounded, and I don't know where the courage came from, but I held my breath and gently pushed open the bedroom door, revealing a crack. The scene inside is one I'll never forget. My mother lay naked on the bed, legs spread wide, hands gripping the headboard, moaning with intense excitement. My father straddled her, holding her legs and thrusting his hips, making slapping sounds. Then he climbed on top of her, grabbing her breasts and kneading them forcefully. I could see their union clearly; his penis was sliding in and out of her vagina. Although I couldn't see it perfectly, what happened next showed me more clearly how a man and woman unite. My mother whispered, "Honey, let me try." My father lay down on the bed, and my mother straddled him, lifting her hips slightly, taking his penis and positioning it against her vagina. She sat down, sucking his entire penis inside. She began to move her body up and down, moaning as she did so. With her eyes closed, she enjoyed his penis, her large breasts bouncing, driving me wild. I couldn't help but start masturbating, gripping my own penis. After a while, Mom turned over, still straddling Dad, her upper body leaning down. At this point, their joined genitals were clearly visible. Dad's penis wasn't very big, not even as big as mine, but it could fit inside Mom's vagina. The impact of each thrust left me speechless. Finally, Dad pinned Mom down and thrust wildly for a while, then stopped with a low growl. I later learned that he had ejaculated. Dad then got off Mom and lay motionless on the bed. After a while, Mom took some toilet paper and wiped her genitals. Seeing she was about to get out of bed, I quickly hid in my room and peeked through the crack in the door. Mom walked out of the bedroom naked, the light shining from inside. A beautiful shadow of Mom appeared in the doorway, etched into my mind. Mom was so beautiful. Then she went into the bathroom, followed by the sound of running water. After a while, Mom came out, and I saw that beautiful figure again. The door quickly closed. That night, what I saw was my sexual awakening. From that moment on, my vague thoughts about my mother became very clear, and my desire for her body grew stronger.
From then on, I often secretly watched my parents make love, but they usually locked the door, so I could only listen to the sounds of their lovemaking and their whispers. My mother's body thus became my only desire for women.
Actually, I often stared at my mother's body in a daze. At first, my mother didn't notice, but later she did. Finally, one day, she suddenly asked me why I kept staring at her like that. I said she was beautiful. My mother poked my forehead with her finger, cursed me, and said, "You bastard. I'll tell your father!" and then walked away angrily. But I found her even more beautiful.
My parents' married life wasn't harmonious or happy. My father worked outside the home and was rumored to be having affairs, though I didn't know if it was true. In any case, my parents often fought, and my mother was always injured, sometimes even bleeding from her head. Every time I saw my mother crying sadly, my heart ached. I felt that my father was the worst person in the world.
I was too young then, and my fear of my father prevented me from ever helping my mother, or even trying to mediate a fight.
As I grew older, my love for my mother only increased. My mother could sense my lecherous gaze, but she didn't react with much resistance. Finally, one day when I was 18, I was watching TV in the living room when my mother came out of the shower. It was a hot summer day, and she was wearing a dress. Her large breasts almost burst out of the dress, and her nipples were clearly visible. She stood in front of the mirror combing her hair, and my heart pounded.
Finally, the desire I had suppressed for so many years burned away my last shred of reason and morality. I grabbed her from behind, grabbed her large breasts, and frantically kissed her shoulders, repeatedly saying, "Mom, you're so beautiful, I love you so much, let's do it..." Although my mother knew I had long harbored feelings for her, she was still terrified and quickly struggled free. "You bastard, let me go! This is incest! If your dad finds out, we're dead... Let me go right now!" I shoved her against the wall, grabbed her collar, and ripped it open. Her large breasts popped out. She quickly covered them with her hands, but I forcefully pried them away and vigorously rubbed her breasts. She struggled to break free, yelling, "Let go! You can't do this! If you keep doing this, I'll tell your dad when he gets back! Let go..." I don't know why, maybe it was fate, or maybe it was a fear of her father, but just now I was planning to force myself on her. Suddenly, I lost my mind, let go of her, and she broke free from my embrace. She quickly covered her breasts with her hands, yelled "You bastard!", and went inside.
The next day, although my mother still cooked and went to work, she didn't say a word to me. I was also very embarrassed. I didn't know what to say. To my surprise, Dad came home at noon. I initially thought Mom had called him, and I figured I was going to get a beating. I had so many thoughts running away, even threatening to run away from home. But then I realized that neither Dad nor Mom mentioned it, and Mom didn't show any sign of it at all. I breathed a sigh of relief.
If what happened later hadn't occurred, my mother and I probably wouldn't be as happy as we are now. That day, my parents were fighting again. My father was punching and kicking my mother, pinning her to the ground. I had long hated my father for hitting my mother, and that day I tried to pull him away, attempting to stop the fight, but he wouldn't listen. I couldn't take it anymore, and in a moment of desperation, I grabbed a wine bottle from the windowsill and hit my father on the head. My father's head bled profusely; he was probably knocked unconscious and sat down on the ground. My mother got up, looked at me, then at my father. For a long time, neither of us said a word. Then my mother said, "Go to the hospital quickly and get it bandaged." I helped my parents to the hospital. After a long time, my father was diagnosed with a concussion, but it wasn't serious. My mother also had her wound treated. Looking at the injuries on my mother's face, I couldn't help but gently touch her wound. My mother quickly pushed my hand away. "Go see your father," she said. My father stayed home for about two weeks, then hurriedly went out of town again.
After Dad left, we went home. As soon as he was gone, that awkward feeling suddenly returned. I looked at Mom, not knowing what to say. Mom probably felt the same way; she lowered her head and went into her bedroom. At noon, Mom made lunch and called me to eat. We ate in silence. Looking at Mom's face, which had almost recovered, I felt pity and said, "Mom, are you alright?" Mom looked up and smiled, saying, "I'm fine. I've gotten used to it after all these years." "Mom, don't
you feel wronged after all these years?" "Don't
talk nonsense. You're still young; you don't understand."
"I understand. You just don't want to see me without a mother, and you don't want this family to fall apart." Mom didn't speak, only saying, "Let's eat. Don't say anything more." In the afternoon, I sat in the living room watching TV. Mom sat down next to me and watched TV together. After a while, Mom suddenly asked me, "Yangyang, thank you. If it weren't for you, I don't know how badly I would have been beaten again." Mom's eyes reddened, and tears welled up.
"It's all my dad's fault, he's so heartless, he doesn't know how to cherish you. I won't let you be bullied anymore," Mom burst into tears. I put my arms around her shoulders and pulled her into my arms. Mom cried in my arms, and I picked up a handkerchief from the table and gave it to her. I stroked her shoulder. Watching her cry in my arms, I felt an overwhelming tenderness for her. From that moment on, my love for her deepened. After a while, Mom actually fell asleep.
Looking at Mom, I was suddenly overcome with lust again, carefully observing her body and face, her fair and smooth face, her white skin. Her buttocks were so sexy, but unfortunately, I couldn't see her breasts; they were hidden by her arms. I secretly put my hand on her buttocks and touched them a few times. I wanted to secretly kiss her, but I couldn't reach her. I was afraid of waking her. About half an hour later, Mom woke up. She came into the room
, looking quite embarrassed. I also went back to my room and masturbated, thinking about Mom's body until I ejaculated a lot. Then I drifted off to sleep.
When I woke up, it was already evening. As soon as I went outside, I heard Mom cooking in the kitchen. I helped her. Nothing happened until dinner. That evening, Mom went to take a shower again. Hearing the running water, my heart started churning again. Finally, Mom came out, and that night became our first passionate night together. Mom came out wearing a silk nightgown. I had secretly seen her wear it in her bedroom before; it was a very thin garment. Looking down, I could see she wasn't wearing underwear; there was a dark patch. Like the previous days, Mom combed her hair in front of the mirror. First, she dried it with a towel, then she combed it. I turned to look at Mom, and she seemed to see herself in the mirror, smiling slightly. I was instantly aroused. Like the previous days, I stood up and looked at her in the mirror from behind. Her full breasts and deep cleavage... Mom stopped moving, standing there, staring at me in the mirror. I hugged her from behind, my hands caressing her breasts. "Mom, you're so beautiful. I've missed you so much."
Mom took a deep breath, the comb and towel falling to the floor. She grabbed my hands, and I thought she would pull away, but she closed her eyes. I kissed her neck. With my already erect penis pressing against her buttocks, Mom's breathing became increasingly rapid. She turned her head to one side, letting me kiss her. I felt that Mom was about to give herself completely this time. I lifted her nightgown with one hand and reached for her vulva, beginning to tease it. Mom let out a moan, her legs weakening, her upper body leaning forward, her buttocks slowly wriggling backward. She was almost unable to stand, so I immediately picked her up and carried her into my parents' bedroom. I placed her on the bed and took off her nightgown. Naked Mom looked at me without saying a word, one hand covering her genitals, the other covering her eyes.
I saw a hint of shyness on her face, then her head tilted to the side. Her naked body and those snow-white breasts fueled my lust even more.
I quickly took off my own clothes. Seeing this, Mom quickly lay on her side. I lay down on the bed and touched her buttocks from behind. I gently stroked and kissed her fragrant shoulders and slender waist, then laid her down on the bed, pressing my body against hers. My mother looked at me. I looked at her too, and I couldn't help but say, "Mom, you're so beautiful."
Then I kissed her lips, kneading her breasts with both hands. I spread her legs and inserted my penis into her vagina.
Then I began to suckle my mother's breasts. One hand caressed her breasts while the other reached down and began to tease her vulva. Her vulva was already overflowing with lustful fluids, incredibly slippery. My mother's breathing quickened, and she began to moan softly. She gripped the headboard railing with both hands, a sight that excited me even more. I remembered the scenes of her making love with my father. I couldn't resist any longer, and I got up, holding my penis, aiming it at my mother's vulva, and thrusting it in all at once. Then, holding her legs, I thrust violently like my father. My mother's moans grew louder, and her first words were, "So hard, be gentle." I wanted to be gentle, but I couldn't control myself. I felt I was about to ejaculate. I couldn't control myself; I pressed myself against her, thrusting faster and harder. That wonderful feeling thrilled me. I didn't care about anything else. Finally, I hugged her tightly, pressing my head against her shoulder. With a series of powerful thrusts, I cried out and ejaculated wildly. I thrust my penis in, wishing I could penetrate her completely. My mother also let out a long, drawn-out cry. After ejaculating, I lay weakly on top of my mother. She was also panting heavily, placing her hands on my shoulders and gently holding me. Then she closed her eyes, savoring the moment. After a while, my penis gradually softened and slipped out of her. My mother gently pushed me away, saying, "I'm going to wash up." I was enjoying myself so much that I fell asleep before my mother even returned. I woke up the next morning. When I woke up, I saw my mother sleeping next to me, still wearing her pajamas.
Chapter Two: Intimacy I looked at my sleeping mother, her soft breathing, her beautiful and alluring face. Thinking back to the passion and madness of our lovemaking last night, I was instantly overwhelmed with emotion. I thanked my mother for giving me such a blissful first time, making me a real man. I reached out and stroked her fair face, then kissed her beautiful lips. I looked at her closely again; I had never seen her so closely before. My mother was truly beautiful. I couldn't understand what my father was thinking; how could he not cherish such a beautiful wife? He ignored such a sexy beauty. I vowed then and there that I would love her dearly, make her happy, and bring her joy.
Just then, my mother woke up, rubbed her eyes, and noticed me staring at her blankly.
"What are you doing, you little rascal?" "I wanted to look at you properly, Mom. You're so beautiful, more beautiful than any of those young girls."
"Hehe, you're so naughty."
"Mom, I swear, I'll only love you for the rest of my life. I'll be good to you, never bully you, give you happiness, make you joy, and make up for everything you lost before." Hearing this, Mom looked at me, almost moved to tears, and threw herself into my arms.
"Good son, Mom is so happy."
Suddenly, Mom's leg touched my penis. Every morning when I wake up, my penis is erect. Mom's leg happened to touch my hard penis, and Mom looked down.
"You're so naughty, you naughty son, thinking of something naughty again."
"I chuckled. It's a physiological phenomenon. I do this every morning when I wake up. You're probably up to something again," Mom chuckled lewdly. Her fragrant lips immediately pressed against mine, while her jade-like hand reached for my penis, beginning to caress it. Mom, with 20 years of sexual experience, ignited my desire the moment her hand touched me. "Your penis is even harder now. Good son, it's so hard, such a big penis, no wonder it felt so good last night." I reached out to touch her vulva, and Mom immediately lifted her body slightly, allowing me to better stimulate it. Soon, her vagina was filled with lustful fluid. Mom's breathing quickened, and she began to moan softly. I kneaded her breasts with one hand and vigorously stimulated her vulva with the other. After a while, Mom looked at me affectionately and kissed me. "Good son, let Mom serve you." Then Mom straddled me. She lifted her buttocks, took my penis, aimed it at her vulva, and sat down, then began to thrust her body up and down forcefully.
"Fuck, this feels so good, hehehe,"
Mom chuckled lewdly as she continued thrusting. I grabbed her large breasts with both hands, kneading them incessantly. Her breasts were already deformed from my ministrations, and she moaned with pleasure. She thrust up and down, rotated and manipulated, moved back and forth, trembled sideways, and thrust with her back to me, making me unable to stop. Mom was truly the epitome of a slut, the ultimate in pleasure for a man. After five minutes, Mom was drenched in sweat, exhausted. She leaned down on me, kissing me, "So good, son, you're such a good man. Mom's tired, you take over!" I rolled over, straddled her, hoisted her legs onto my shoulders, and began thrusting, repeatedly uttering the word "fuck." Mom, as usual, gripped the window railing with both hands, groaning and enjoying herself with lewd laughter. Mom's juices were so plentiful, making penetration incredibly smooth and pleasurable. After about three or four minutes, Mom let go of the railing, her hands caressing her own breasts, her fingertips kneading her nipples, sometimes forcefully, sometimes gently. Mom was truly a woman who was extremely passionate about sex. I immediately lowered her legs, straddled her, and began thrusting, my hands playing with her breasts just like hers. We continued like this for a few more minutes. After last night's encounter, my stamina was noticeably stronger today. I remembered the rear-entry position in porn, and while thrusting, I discussed with Mom:
"Good Mom, how about we try entering from behind?"
"You're so naughty," Mom moaned, gently poking my forehead with one hand. Then she stood up, and I immediately waited for Mom to lie face down, her pert buttocks and protruding vulva facing me. As Mom bent down, her vulva was completely exposed, her vaginal opening like a deep hole. I suddenly had a strong urge to give her oral sex. I wondered if Dad had ever done it before. Although I had secretly watched them make love many times, it was always in the usual, conservative way; I had never seen them perform oral sex. So I bent down, grabbed my mother's buttocks, and stuck my tongue into her honey pot, stirring it vigorously inside. My mother was startled and immediately straightened up.
"What are you doing? It's so dirty. You're so naughty, where did you learn all this nonsense?" I looked at my mother and said coquettishly, "Good mother, I love you so much, I want you to enjoy yourself." "Mom knows, it's so dirty there." "It's not dirty, my body is the purest, I like it, as long as you're happy." I hugged her buttocks again. Kissing her neck, my mother bent down again, offering her honey pot. I bent down and continued to stir and suck my mother's juices with my tongue. My mother had never been sucked like this before, and the stimulating feeling made her cry out.
"Ah...ah, so good, it feels so good, ah...harder, ah..." I sucked even harder, letting my mother enjoy herself to the fullest. My mother had so much juice, I sucked it all into my stomach, letting my mother's fluids flow in my body. After a while, I knelt up, lifted my penis, and thrust it hard into my mother's vagina. My mother cried out and her body jerked forward, then immediately pulled back. I grabbed my mother's large buttocks and began to thrust vigorously, overflowing with passion, pleasure coursing through my body—a truly soul-stirring pleasure. Inserting from behind really allows for deeper penetration. Soon, my mother was groaning loudly, forgetting that she was making love with her own son. My mother began to weaken, slowly collapsing onto the bed. I could only hold her buttocks tightly, thrusting hard and rapidly, trying to bring us to orgasm quickly. A powerful orgasm soon followed. I used all my strength to thrust my penis deeper, my semen gushing out, all of it entering my mother's vagina. Stimulated by the orgasm, my mother arched her body forcefully, beginning to spasm, her vagina tightly gripping my penis with rhythmic contractions. I weakly released my mother's buttocks, and she collapsed onto the bed, and I collapsed on top of her. We quietly enjoyed the pleasure. My mother and I breathed heavily. I savored the moment, then reached my hands under my mother's body, touching her breasts. My penis was still rhythmically contracting and thrusting inside her vagina. After a while, I continued to slowly thrust, letting my mother's desire gradually subside during her orgasm. A few minutes later, my penis went completely limp, unable to continue thrusting, and slipped out of my mother's vagina. I kissed my mother's neck, shoulders, and back. My mother remained silent, enjoying the sensation with her eyes closed. I rolled off my mother and lay down on the bed. My mother also lay down, and we lay naked on the bed, quietly reminiscing. My mother's breathing gradually calmed down with her eyes closed. I turned over and buried my head in her face, gently kissing her. My mother gently pushed me away.
"It's Monday today, hurry up and go to school, son. Study hard and get into a good university next year for your mother." My mother's voice was very soft, but I knew that my mother's greatest expectation for me was to get into a good university. After saying that, my mother turned to her side and fell asleep a little while later. I covered my mother with a sheet so she could sleep well.
I went to the bathroom to take a shower.
Mom was still fast asleep. I secretly got dressed; it was already past 8 o'clock, and I had to go to school. I was really reluctant to leave. But Mom's biggest expectation for me was that I would get into a good university, and I understood. For the next few days, Mom and I had sex almost every day. Then one day, Mom suddenly took out a condom, and I realized that she hadn't used an IUD and was afraid of getting pregnant. I was very upset. From then on, Mom always made me wear a condom, even though the sex lasted much longer. But I always felt it was more enjoyable to be naked, so occasionally Mom would agree to let me go naked once or twice during my safe period.
Since I was born, Mom's mood has improved. My relationship with Mom has deepened day by day. Mom still urges me to study like a mother would, and at night we sleep together like a married couple. I'm at the age where my libido is very high; I want it every day. Mom, worried about my health, only allows me to have sex twice a week. Every time, I have sex with her wildly, fully enjoying the pleasure of sex. Occasionally, when my father came home, I would go back to my room to sleep. At night, I would secretly listen to my parents making love, naked, feeling extremely jealous. I would masturbate while eavesdropping. I really wanted to rush in, push my father away, and have sex with him myself. One time, my parents' bedroom door wasn't locked again, and I secretly pushed it open a crack to watch them make love. After they finished, my mother opened the door to go to the bathroom to wash up, and I secretly followed her in. My mother was startled when she saw me and quickly whispered, "Why did you come in? Get out quickly, it'll be bad if your father sees you, hurry up and leave." I suddenly hugged my mother. "I just saw you making love, dear mother, I wanted to too, my penis is so hard, let me do it for a while." "No, get out quickly." My mother tried to break free from my embrace, but I held on tightly. I simply pushed my mother against the wall, spread her legs, and inserted my penis. Then I began to thrust rapidly. My mother's vagina was full of vaginal fluid and my father's semen. I was thrusting very smoothly. Mom whispered, "Hurry up, don't let your dad know," then shut her mouth, not daring to make a sound. I thrust even harder, and in less than three minutes, I ejaculated, releasing almost a week's worth of semen into Mom's vagina. Then I hurriedly went back to my room, lying on the bed savoring the thrill. Mom washed up and went back to her room. It was so exciting! I went back to work right after Dad finished; it felt so good. Suddenly, a wicked thought crossed my mind: I wanted Mom to have a child with me. That way, my status in Mom's heart would be even higher. But I had to do it secretly, telling Mom only after the baby was born, so Mom and I could live together forever.
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