My dearest family

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(Part 1)
This is a somewhat unbelievable and incomprehensible story, but it will depict the unforgettable love between a man and a woman who defy basic morality, proving the "fragility" of people's hearts today.
My soul was reborn, carrying my memories and thoughts from before. Before that, I met an old man with a white beard. The old man told me that in my new life, I would fall in love with my dearest relative, and stay with them until the end, never to be separated. I wanted to ask why. He said it was an experiment, and our cooperation was needed.
So, I was born, becoming the son of a mature and beautiful woman. She is my dearest relative, my only relative.
My mother is an orphan. She lost her parents at a very young age and stayed in an orphanage for twelve years. Because of her beautiful appearance and figure, she was spotted by an entertainment company and became a signed artist, undergoing training as a singer and model. At first, my mother was worried about unspoken rules and sex scandals, but her life and work afterward did not cause her such worries, so she continued working.
Gradually, Mom's reputation grew, and she even gained many fans. Mom felt that this kind of life was actually quite good, so she wholeheartedly accepted the job.
However, she was still a relatively unknown newcomer with a small fan base. As the saying goes, "Man proposes, God disposes."
One day, the company's senior management invited sponsors to dinner and asked Mom and her fellow beauties to accompany them. Since it was a company assignment, Mom went. At the dinner, she met a handsome and charming young man who clearly captivated her. The two then became lovers.
At this time, tragedy struck. The two disguised themselves and went to a hotel. That day, Mom gave her virginity to this young man. That night, the two were having an affair like the protagonists in some adult videos, trying out various positions.
These scenes were captured by a well-hidden camera installed in the hotel and posted online by someone with no interest in such matters.
Unfortunately, the young man's father saw the video. This had a terrible impact on their company, so Mom left him in anger and sorrow, and went to Europe to start a new life.
Even more tragically, that young man, constantly depressed, caused a fatal accident while driving under the influence of alcohol on his way home.
My mother, far away in Europe, received the news and was heartbroken for a long time until she learned she was pregnant at the hospital, which eased her mind considerably.
All of this was told to me by the old man before I was born, and my mother also told me these things when I was sixteen. When I asked what the purpose of this experiment was, he simply said six words: "inbreeding." I was completely confused.
Because she earned a lot of money, after giving birth to me, she enrolled in a local nursing school and became a nurse, raising me as a child.
When I learned that this beautiful mature woman was my mother, and the closest relative I was going to love, I found it hard to understand.
This year I am nineteen, and my mother is thirty-nine, the most sensual age for a woman. My mother is the kind of woman who is refreshingly beautiful, even without makeup. In her youth, she was known as the "Goddess of Geeks," making countless men fantasize. She has a great figure, standing at 1.72 meters tall, with a perfect golden ratio curve, making her dazzling.
"Mommy, I'm home." After school, I often leaned against the kitchen doorframe, watching my mother cook, which always made me excited. Could this be the old man's doing?
"Why are you always looking at your mother like that lately? It's strange." My mother gave me a shy glare and continued with her work.
"I think I've fallen in love with you." I blurted out the words involuntarily.
"Good son, Mommy loves you too." My mother didn't understand what I meant.
The next day, on my way to school, I went to a place I had to go to every day—my girlfriend's house. My girlfriend's name was Marceau, a tall and beautiful girl. Normally, if I had fallen in love with my mother, I wouldn't have had any other thoughts, but this girl had pursued me. To avoid being ridiculed and mocked by others (that's how it is in Western society; if you date or lose your virginity before the age of eighteen, you'll be laughed at for being impotent), I had no choice but to accept her advances.
"Darling, do you like me or not?" Marceau leaned against me, her chest pressed tightly against mine, one finger tickling my chest.
"I love you!" I said.
"What? You're saying it so reluctantly. Did I upset you?" Marceau, being a girl, was now relentlessly pressing me.
"No...no way." I couldn't find the words to argue with her. "
Hmph! You stinky men are all like this." Marceau pouted, her sexy little lips pursed, ignoring me.
"What about us men?" I was furious. What kind of person was she, chasing after me and still so arrogant?
"You...you men are annoying, boring, lowbrow." Marceau couldn't say anything more, so she started cursing.
"How are we men annoying, boring, lowbrow?" The argument was inevitable, and it took a while to calm down.
"Let's break up." I never expected Marceau to be the one to break up first. Where did that leave my pride? This woman was ruthless.
"Fine, let's break up then. Who's afraid of who?" After saying that, I left her house and headed towards school.
I was in a really bad mood that day. My usual routine had been disrupted by that "bitch," and I couldn't concentrate in class. Luckily, Marceau wasn't in my class, so I didn't have to put up with her attitude. After school, I went home alone… "Mom, do you think women need men to say 'I love you' to them every day to feel satisfied?" I asked my mother at the dinner table.
"Did you and Marceau have a fight?" My mother noticed something was wrong, seeing the anger mixed with sadness in my expression.
"She wanted to break up with me, so we broke up." I didn't hide anything anymore.
"That's good. Studying hard is the right thing to do. Don't follow those people at school, okay?" My mother said to me with concern.
"Yes!" I nodded in agreement.
For a while afterward, I focused my time and energy on my studies, starting to forget this bad experience. My grades started to improve without me even realizing it. My mother was very happy when she found out and praised me for being sensible.
But then a new problem arose. Marceau continued her relentless harassment, constantly tormenting me. First, she apologized and acted like a normal friend for a while, then she'd find some excuse to insult me, ruining our relationship again.
Finally, I couldn't take it anymore and slapped her a few times to make her behave. Unexpectedly,
she called for backup and they secretly beat me up. At that moment, my mind was warped; anger and sadness overwhelmed me. When I got home, I hugged my mother and cried, a heart-wrenching cry.
My mother comforted me. I had completely fallen in love with her; all that talk about "incest being unacceptable" was utter nonsense.
My life gradually calmed down. On my nineteenth birthday, my mother and I dressed smartly and went to school. That day, a lecherous old man saw my mother's charm and allure. In
the days that followed, he relentlessly pursued her. To be polite, my mother accepted his dates, his flowers, and his "romance."
My mother was very upset about this and would often get angry with me. I knew she was suffering. After that, she was often called out of the house, sometimes not returning until three or four in the morning. When she came back, her makeup was smudged, and her expression was full of grief and anger; she had clearly been bullied.
My anger also rose, but I had nowhere to vent it.
One day, I returned home and heard unusual noises… “No, let go, I beg you, my son is back, stop, waah!” “You little brat, if you scream again, I’ll beat you to death.” At that moment, I sensed something was wrong and rushed into the room. I saw that old pervert defiling my mother’s beautiful body. I was furious. So, I forcefully pulled the old pervert away and unleashed a barrage of punches and kicks, beating him mercilessly. After several screams, the old pervert fled in terror.
Afterwards, Mom, disheveled, hugged me. Seeing her partially exposed, beautiful breasts, I was captivated and felt a stirring within me.
"You…so your son has grown up, he can protect his mother now." Mom seemed to sense my change, initially embarrassed, then relieved to have such a good son.
I released Mom and said, "Go wash up and go to sleep. I'm going back to sleep." Feeling completely lost, I left Mom's room. Later, I realized that this day was an opportunity; Mom was already preparing to give me her body, but I knew nothing about it.
One day the following month, our family received a letter. Mom opened it and learned that the young master's parents had both passed away, leaving all their inheritance to me, saying it was to express their remorse and that they had made mistakes that led to this disastrous consequence.
So Mom and I went through the formalities. Mom sold the house, quit her job, and came home with me. Returning to China and seeing people similar to myself felt incredibly comforting.
After approval from lawyers and the prosecution, we received this substantial inheritance, including 52% of the group's shares, two duplex apartments, a villa, six million US dollars in gold, and various futures and stocks. My mother and I exchanged a glance, and we both knew that good times were finally here.
Since my mother lacked business acumen, she entrusted the company to a professional management team and went back to work as a nurse at a hospital.
After all these ups and downs, my mother and I both felt that this affluent, fulfilling, and peaceful life was hard-won, so we cherished it even more. Through hard work, I was admitted to a top university in China, majoring in English, which I excelled at.
My mother had become radiant and beautiful. Her figure remained unchanged; her 37E breasts hadn't sagged and were still perky, her flat stomach without an ounce of fat—a testament to her excellent maintenance. Her slender waist, so delicate it seemed like she was only thirty, made many people think she was only thirty. Her long, shapely legs, beautiful and lovely feet, and full, pert buttocks, combined with her pure, innocent face and smooth, delicate skin, even captivated her son, whom I was watching over.
That day, my mother looked at me strangely, her breath reeking of alcohol, yet the smell was incredibly sexy and alluring on her. My mother had a natural body odor; she never used perfume, a secret that excited me greatly.
Then my mother spoke: "Xiao Ni, do you love Mommy?" (Xiao Ni is my nickname.) "Yes, of course I love you." I felt quite awkward.
"How so?" my mother asked, tapping my nose with her index finger.
"I... am your son... of course I love you." I was somewhat at a loss for words.
"Don't try to fool me with the excuse that you're my son. I know you too well. When we were abroad, you masturbated with my underwear and stockings. You still have photos of me in a bikini from when I was young on your computer. And you read incest novels. Don't think I don't know." My mother, emboldened by alcohol, revealed all my shameful secrets.
"I..." I was even more at a loss for words.
"Son, do you think Mom is beautiful?" At this moment, my mother took off her clothes, leaving only sexy stockings and seven-inch silver open-toe high heels. My penis became erect.
"Beautiful...beautiful," I stammered incoherently.
At this moment, Mom crawled between my legs, pulled down my pants, and soon a big thing came out. Mom licked it passionately, completely disregarding our mother-son relationship. I felt very comfortable too. Mom occasionally let out soft moans and gasps. Mom's "oral skills" were also very good. Licking, sucking, smacking, and holding, as well as using her hand to stroke, made me, a virgin, feel very good. Soon, I ejaculated a thick stream of semen, which Mom swallowed without thinking.
"Mom wants Xiaoni to lick my genitals." After hearing this, I carried Mom to the bed and spread her legs. At this moment, I saw her beautiful little pussy, without a single hair.
It was only later that I learned that when my mother was young, she had to shoot sexy bikini and lingerie commercials. Due to the nature of her job, she had to shave her pubic hair, but it would grow back. So, there was an industry method that damaged the hair follicles, preventing hair from growing back. This involved using strong adhesive tape to stick to the vaginal opening and then forcefully tearing it off. This way, the hair wouldn't grow back because pubic hair follicles are disposable; once damaged, they won't grow back.
My mother's labia were beautiful and plump, like a top-quality vulva. I savored them carefully, teasing her delicate clitoris above the vaginal opening. My mother, receiving this "care," let out breathtaking moans that were very beautiful. I then realized that my mother had been a singer; no wonder she sounded so beautiful.
At this moment, a lot of "water" flowed from my mother's vagina, from thick to clear. Then my mother spoke: "I want your penis to go inside here." Only then did I understand what excitement was. Everyone has experienced penetration of a woman's vagina, but who has ever experienced penetration of their own mother's vagina? Then I took my "gun" and, with my mother's guidance, I successfully inserted it and began to stroke it. We adopted this position, enjoying each other's body heat and the care between our hearts.
I lifted my mother's beautiful legs onto my shoulders, folded her body in half, and supported myself on the bed beside her. I knelt and thrust my body, occasionally kissing my mother's beautiful feet. My mother's feet were beautiful, without calluses or skin and bones, very delicate and sexy.
This position was so comfortable. I loved my mother to death. My mother was so beautiful, I cried out in my heart, joyfully.
The next day, the weather was sunny. My mother and I hugged each other, my penis still inside her vagina.
"Wake up," I called to my mother.
"Hmm," my mother responded with a sexy sound, looking at me, then at herself, her expression surprised. "How could you..." Then my mother slapped me. I was completely bewildered.
"You were drunk yesterday, so..."
Before I could finish, my mother looked at me with a grim expression: "So you did this to your mother?" She then pulled the blanket over herself.
"You seduced me first, you slutty mother," I teased her. Since it was already done, I might as well continue.
"You...you're lying." My mother sensed something and was probably regretting it.
"Do you want me to provide evidence?" I asked.
"Yes." My mother was determined, believing I couldn't produce any evidence.
At this moment, I took a hidden camera from a secluded spot in the room. I
took out the minicard, put it in the card reader, connected it to my laptop, and opened the video. Yesterday's footage appeared. My mother, seeing her embarrassment, was very ashamed. Then she turned to me and said, "Good son, it was my fault. I shouldn't have seduced you. Let's end this relationship here." "Why?" I asked.
"This is incest," my mother still made a "death struggle."
"Incest isn't scary, it's just a normal need. Besides, I had sex with you not to get your body, but because I truly love you. I won't abandon you, I will love you with my whole life." I looked at my mother sincerely.
"Then... I'll do as you say." My mother saw my eyes and had no choice but to give up, saying to me coquettishly.
"What's with this video?" My mother realized something was wrong.
"I used to have a crush on you, a crush on you as a person, a crush on your heart, a crush on your beautiful and sexy body. To alleviate this 'pain of unrequited love,' I thought of secretly filming you." My eyes became even more sincere at this point.
"I'm scared of you." My mother gave me a coquettish glare and went into the bathroom.
(Part 2)
A few days later, that night, my mother was working overtime and wouldn't be home until very late, around 11 p.m. There was only a lamp on in the living room. My mother opened the door, took off her high heels, and the clattering sound woke me from my drowsy state.
"Mom, why didn't you answer the phone when I called the hospital?" I asked.
"Maybe I was tired too, I didn't hear you," Mom replied dismissively.
Then Mom and I shared a long, wet, passionate kiss. Soon, we were both aroused, and Mom, guided by me naturally, began to undress.
"Wow, Mom's breasts are so alluring," I exclaimed, as her bra came off.
"Pour Mom a glass of water, okay?" Mom asked.
"Okay." Since we were in the living room, there was a pot of cold water on the coffee table, and a glass next to it, so I poured Mom a glass, which she drank in one gulp.
By this time, I had stripped Mom down to only flesh-colored pantyhose and a sexy thong. I said,
"I just watched a lot of incestuous porn, and I can't take it anymore. I'm going to fuck you, okay?" Mom didn't say anything, but simply took my hand and placed it on her breasts. Mom's breasts were firm and upright, without any sagging, her areolas pink with a hint of brown, and her erect nipples looked adorable.
"Mommy wants you to suck my breasts," Mom pleaded in a sweet, coquettish voice.
At that moment, I squeezed one breast in each hand, licked the other, buried my head between her breasts, and reached behind her to squeeze her sexy buttocks.
"Ah! Don't touch Mommy's butt so hard!" Mom's moans were so sweet.
"What's wrong?" I squeezed her buttocks harder, knowing the answer already.
"It hurts!" Mom gave me a coquettish look, which excited me.
"Why does it hurt?" I asked again, knowing the answer already.
"You're using too much force," Mom said, her words tumbling out incoherently.
"Mommy wants you to fuck me," Mom pleaded.
"Is your cunt itchy?" I asked Mom, and seeing her nod earnestly, I knew.
At this moment, I laid my mother down on the sofa, took off her sexy pantyhose and thong, and she was completely naked. I knelt between her legs, touching her tender labia, and exclaimed, "Wow, what a horny cunt, such a horny cunt!" "I can't see, it's not fun fucking you with the lights off." So I straightened up and went to turn on the light.
"Oh, so good, oh, oh." With the light on, I was licking my mother's hairless cunt, and soon she was overflowing with lustful fluid.
Then I straightened up, took off my pants and underwear, and held up my already erect penis, ready to insert it into my mother's wanton vagina: "Spread your legs." "Ah! Ah! Ah!" I was thrusting into my mother, and she was only focused on moaning, completely oblivious to everything else.
"You slut, you slut, did you see that? Did you see that? Aren't you the slutiest and most shameless person in the world? Aren't you number one? Other women seduce other men, but you seduce your own son, you slut." Although I said that, the love in my eyes made my mother think I was flirting with her.
"Ah, you big slutty son." My mother was incoherent from being fucked.
"Slutty feet, such beautiful slutty feet, it was these slutty feet that seduced me, slutty legs, such beautiful slutty legs, it was these slutty legs that seduced me, slutty ass, such a fat slutty ass, it was these slutty ass that seduced me..." After I had "slutty" my mother all over, I said, "You are a slutty woman, a wanton slutty woman, I love you to death." "I love you too, slutty son, ahhh!" My mother seemed to be convulsing, it seemed she had orgasmed.
"You're about to cum too." My mother's eyes were very provocative, those seductive eyes were really mesmerizing.
"Wow, slutty mother." At this time, I couldn't hold back either, and I shot out a thick stream of semen with great force.
"Ah, ah, ah." Mom felt the heat and groaned uncontrollably.
She seemed to have run out of strength and managed to say, "Shall we take a shower?" "Mom's so sexy today." I carried her to the bathroom, filled the large bathtub (big enough for three or four people), and we washed each other.
"Why was my son so perverted today?" Mom wondered, recalling what had just happened.
"I learned it from porn today, to add some spice," I said.
"No wonder this was so weird. You have a mom and you're still watching incestuous films. Isn't that just a boy's fantasy because he can't get his mom and has an Oedipus complex?" Mom's tone was sour.
"They're fantasizing, I'm learning, learning to add some spice. You know? Sexy Mom." "Am I really that sexy?" Mom looked at me shyly.
"You're incredibly sexy today, absolutely gorgeous," I exclaimed.
"Nonsense, am I that lewd?" Mom turned away, her voice laced with sarcasm.
"Extremely lewd, I love you, Mom, I love your whole body, your beautiful feet, your long, shapely legs, your plump buttocks, your slender waist, your full breasts, your sexy collarbones, your beautiful face, your delicate skin." I praised every inch of Mom's body.
"Am I that good? Tell me, is Mom prettier, or are the women in porn prettier?" Mom asked sarcastically.
"You're prettier, of course you're beautiful!" I replied.
"Then you're not allowed to watch those kinds of movies anymore, you can only watch me." Mom's serious expression excited me greatly, and soon I got an erection.
"Fine, before you watch, lick your son's genitals first." Saying that, I stood up.
My mother passionately gripped my penis, licking and licking, occasionally licking my pubic hair, my scrotum, my entire external genitalia, including my anus, she licked them all over. I felt incredibly good, thinking, with a mother like this, what more could a husband ask for! Soon I ejaculated, and my mother diligently cleaned up the "battlefield," swallowing all my semen. From then on, whenever my mother gave me oral sex, she would do this.
"Let's try something different," I said, finding a bath towel and covering my mother's back, letting her lean against the cold bathroom wall. I had her wrap her arms around my neck, and I supported her beautiful buttocks with my hands, aiming my penis at her labia, and forcefully thrusting it in. At this moment, my mother naturally dangled her legs, crossing them and hooking them around my waist.
"Ah! So good! Ah! Oh!" My mother cried out repeatedly from this method.
"Is it new?" I asked.
"Hmph, your father used to..." Realizing she'd said something she thought she shouldn't, she shut her mouth in surprise, enjoying my thrusting.
"What about my father?" I pressed.
"You're naughty, ah." Mom gave me a coquettish glare, continuing to moan.
"Tell me," I pleaded.
"Ah, your father did the same thing to me in the bathroom. What am I saying, you bad son, ahhh!" Mom seemed unable to resist me and told the truth, then displayed her unique little girl demeanor, looking at me "angrily."
After a long period of thrusting, we both reached orgasm, washed up, and went back to the bedroom to sleep.
The days that followed were very lewd. We had sex in different places around the house—the doorway, the balcony, the dining room, the dressing room, etc.—but we used the bedroom and the bathroom the most, because these two places were very private and most suitable for something as taboo as mother-son sex.
Time passed day by day. One day, at breakfast, Mom felt a little unwell. After dry heaving for a while, she went to the bathroom to vomit. I followed her and asked, "What's wrong?" Mom then realized something was wrong: "Am I pregnant?" "What?" I was both surprised and scared.
"You've gotten Mom pregnant! What are we going to do?" Mom looked at me angrily.
"Don't worry, we'll talk about it at the hospital," I said.
"We're mother and son, what's the point of you taking me to the hospital?" Mom said.
"You're so young, like my older sister, no one will suspect anything." At the hospital, after an internal medicine examination, we learned that Mom was indeed pregnant, and then we went to the obstetrics and gynecology department.
"Your age is dangerous, thirty-nine. It's not a big deal for the fetus, but you might have a difficult labor. If the baby is breech, it could cause irreversible damage," the doctor said frankly.
"Let's go home and think about it." So we left the hospital.
At home, Mom suddenly said, "Shouldn't we just not have it?" "How can we? It's a testament to our love!" I was at my wit's end.
"Then what do you suggest?" Mom said impatiently.
"I'll think about it carefully."
I lay on my back on the bed, propping my head up with my hands, thinking: If I give birth, Mom will be gone, which would be a blow to me, both emotionally and in terms of our love; if I don't have the baby, if I abort it, although we maintain this forbidden relationship, there will always be times when we feel uncomfortable. What should I do?
Suddenly, a voice entered my mind: "Are you troubled by this?" It was the old man with the white beard. I replied, "Yes." "These are pills for you. I know your mother has a habit of consuming your semen. After you take these pills, your mother will consume your semen, and her body will be very healthy. She won't experience any symptoms other than pregnancy symptoms, and both mother and child will be safe and healthy. You can even have sex three months before giving birth." The old man gave me a bottle of pills.
A few days later, I told my mother about it. She was very happy and kept the child.
At this time, my mother's breasts were larger, and her abdomen was quite protruding, but her figure hadn't changed. She still had a plump bottom and long legs, radiating maternal glow while becoming increasingly sexy and alluring. To avoid hurting my mother too much, I only penetrated her vagina twice a day. We also developed anal sex, foot sex, and breast sex (the kind where I sit on my mother's head). My mother continued to swallow my semen. Gradually, ten months passed... "Waaaaah!" Hearing this tender yet powerful cry, I knew my mother had succeeded.
"Mother and daughters are safe and sound, and it's twins! Congratulations!" the doctor said to me after coming out.
"Thank you, thank you so much!" I said gratefully.
A month later, our family of four returned home. Mom's recovery was going well; she had a full physical exam before being discharged, and all her indicators were normal. I was very happy.
"I want to do you!" I demanded as we left our daughters' room.
"Little wolf cub, you can't resist!" Mom's postpartum figure had recovered very well. Two months of fitness and maintenance had restored her to her pre-pregnancy figure, and I couldn't resist her alluring body every day.
We returned to our room, closed the door, and drew the curtains. Mom was also dressed in sexy clothes, waiting for my favor. She was wearing sexy flesh-colored stockings with a garter belt around her waist, and sexy seven-inch open-toe high heels. The rest of her body was naked, making her look very sexy.
I licked Mom's pussy for a while, and then couldn't wait to penetrate her.
"Ah, ah, so good, son," Mom moaned.
"I love you, Mom!" I said.
"What?" Mom didn't hear me clearly.
"I love you, Mom." I stammered, enunciating each word clearly.
"I love you too." Mom looked at me coquettishly.
We continued having sex like that, forever.
Postscript:
"We extracted DNA from your two daughters. After testing, the rating was S, with SS being the highest. Congratulations to you, and congratulations to us, the experiment was a success!" The white-bearded old man told me the results.
"What do we do now?" I asked.
"Live a normal life, just like any other family." The white-bearded old man left; he would never appear again.
In the days that followed, while having sex with Mom, she also took contraceptive measures, wearing an IUD. Life continued like any other family. More
than ten years later...
"Dad, you were amazing, you completely ravaged us." "Yeah, yeah, but it felt so good." At this moment, facing Mom's portrait, I was defiling our child, and Mom would probably agree.
[The End]

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