Incest under the dinner table

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My name is Huang Fei, and I'm a 27-year-old magazine editor. I've been so busy with work that I'm still single. I've had girlfriends before, but we all broke up quickly. I've never had sex; frankly, I'm a virgin. This is probably related to my straight-male personality.
One day, I was bored at home during a holiday and watching a movie when a WeChat message interrupted my immersion in the film. I picked up my phone and saw it was from my childhood friend, classmate, and best friend, Tong Peng. This message changed many people's lives.
Although we often interact on WeChat, we hadn't seen each other for several months because of work. He invited me to his house for drinks that evening. I hadn't seen him for months and was starting to miss this reserved guy. I checked the time—it was already 6 pm—so I got up and drove to his house.
It was almost 7 o'clock when I arrived at his building. I found his apartment easily, on the 16th floor. Ding-dong! "You idiot, you're finally here! I've missed you so much!" Before the door even opened, Tong Peng's familiar voice came from inside. Before I could react, he gave me a big hug. "Why are you so late? Dinner's all ready! Wash your hands, let's drink!" Tong Peng said enthusiastically.
Oh, I haven't introduced my childhood friend yet, Tong Peng, or Tongzi for short, that's his nickname. He's 27, a year younger than me. I heard his mother gave birth to him at 19. His father's family strongly opposed it, but since it was already a done deal, they had to go along with it. However, his parents divorced a few years later, and his father went to the United States with his family and never contacted them again. His mother raised him alone. I felt a strong connection with his mother. Her name is Zhang Cong, and because we're so close, I always call her Aunt Zhang. Later, she even adopted me as her godson. She ran a lingerie shop in the county, and business was decent. Although her mother was 46, she wasn't exceptionally beautiful, but she had a good temperament and took good care of herself. Her skin was fair, and she wasn't fat, but her breasts were full, especially her breasts. I remember them vividly from childhood, and as I grew up, I became even more enamored with them. Tong Peng, being single, lived with his mother. I used to often visit Tong's house, especially to watch pornographic websites together—it was incredibly exciting. A few times, while staying at his house, I found his godmother's underwear in the washing machine in the bathroom. It was untouched, with traces of mucus and urine on it. I picked it up and smelled it; the scent of a mature woman instantly aroused my penis. I remember being in high school then, in the throes of puberty, my desires for women were at their peak. So, I grabbed the black lace underwear and masturbated—it felt amazing! Afterward, I carefully put it back untouched.
Tong and I were drinking and reminiscing about the past—watching porn together, skipping classes to go online, fighting together—our friendship was fully unleashed.
As we drank, I thought of my godmother. I said, "Hey Tongzi, where's my godmother? I haven't seen her." At that moment, Tongzi's expression changed instantly. His carefree smile vanished, replaced by seriousness. He said, "This is the real reason I called you here today. What I'm about to say might be shocking, but don't be surprised. My mother is pregnant, and it's my child." I didn't even hear what he said next; my head went blank, and I stared in disbelief, wondering if I'd misheard. "You heard me right," Tongzi said earnestly. Then I saw tears welling up in his eyes. It was the first time I'd ever seen him cry, and I was at a loss for words. I tried to say something, but Tongzi raised his hand to stop me. "I'm only telling you this. I trust you're my brother. What I'm about to say must be kept to yourself. Don't let anyone else know, or you'll never see me again." He began to tell me this story that had both shocked and piqued my curiosity. What followed was Tongzi's perspective.
This all started 10 years ago. I was a senior in high school. One evening after self-study, I opened my bedroom door and called out, "Mom, I'm home!" My mother rushed out of my room, saying, "Dapeng's back!" and went to the kitchen to make me a late-night snack. I quickly turned on my computer as usual, afraid my mother would see what was on it. But when I opened it, my heart sank. My worst fear had come true. Someone had indeed tampered with my computer. There was no one else in the house but my mother. The browsing history was full of pictures and articles about incest between mothers and sons and fathers and daughters, as well as some Japanese movies I had downloaded about mother-son incest. My mother must have seen all of this. I thought, "I'm doomed. This is it." I quickly deleted the movies and the browsing history.
A while later, my mother called me to eat. I sat at the table, embarrassed, looking into her eyes, thinking I was going to be scolded to death. It was so shameful. But my mother didn't say anything, acting as usual.
The next day, I went to school as usual, thinking the matter was over and didn't think much of it.
After that incident, I didn't touch the computer for a long time. One weekend evening after self-study, I went back to my bedroom and turned on the computer. I found a document on the desktop, and when I opened it, there were a few lines of text.
"Dapeng, I've seen everything you've read. I understand your thoughts. Some feelings don't need to be hidden so deeply. We, mother and son, should be honest with each other. You are my only family. What wouldn't I sacrifice for you? I haven't remarried all these years because of you. Don't you understand my feelings? If you see this message, just leave a comment below. Yes or no, and I'll understand." These
simple words left me deeply disturbed. I subconsciously looked towards the kitchen, where my mother was busy preparing my late-night snack. What did my mother mean? Was she letting me look at these pornographic messages? I didn't understand for a moment. Leaving a "no" would definitely hurt my mother's feelings, so I simply left a "yes." I didn't think too much about it, turned off the computer, and went to eat. As usual, I asked about things at school. We went to sleep.
The next day at school, I was still thinking about the meaning behind my mother's words. After evening self-study, I got home after 9 pm. The first thing I did was turn on the computer, wanting to look at that document again and carefully consider my mother's intentions. When I opened it, the previous text was gone. New text appeared.
"Dapeng, Mom knows how you feel, but it's too awkward for us to have face-to-face contact like other men and women. From now on, let's communicate through messages. Mom has put a new tablecloth on the table, and that will be our place to communicate in person from now on. Mom will be wearing black stockings and a black skirt, and I won't be wearing underwear. If your chopsticks fall under the table while we're eating, you can go under the table to pick them up. But during that time under the table, Mom's body is in your hands. Do you understand what I mean?" "
My heart nearly jumped out of my chest when I read this. Is this real? I instinctively slapped myself. I've dreamed countless times about being intimate with my mother, but it's just a fantasy, something I masturbate to. Suddenly, I suspected you were the one who did this during the day, because my mother would never say something like that.
Just then, I heard my mother calling me to dinner from outside. I nervously walked out of the bedroom, and I was stunned. My mother wasn't wearing the clothes I'd seen when I came in; she was wearing the black miniskirt and stockings described in the text—she looked incredibly sexy. And there really was a large tablecloth covering the entire table, including what was underneath. You couldn't see anything under the table.
Tongzi said this, and I instinctively looked under the table and sure enough, there was a large tablecloth. Tongzi continued, 'At this point, I had no appetite at all, and I didn't dare look my mother in the eye.' Then my mother said, 'Don't use your chopsticks yet, use a spoon to drink the soup.
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I suddenly remembered the message in the document. I was still suspicious, so I tried to accidentally drop the chopsticks on the floor, then crawled under the tablecloth to retrieve them. When I lifted the tablecloth, I was stunned. My mother's legs were spread wide open under the tablecloth, and she really wasn't wearing underwear. Her black pubic hair and clitoris were clearly visible. The text in the document really was left by my mother.
At this moment, I tentatively crawled over and gently touched my mother's clitoris with my finger. My mother's body seemed to be electrified, and her legs spread even wider.
These were a woman's labia. I was seeing them for the first time in a video. I used two fingers to imitate what I saw in an adult video and inserted them into my mother's vagina. I heard my mother moan: 'Ah...ah...mm...mm...don't stop, keep going, I want more.'
At this moment, I played with her even more vigorously. '
Mmm...ah...ah...ah...mm...mm...don't stop.'"
At this point, my mother's moans completely relaxed me. I pulled out my fingers and started licking her clitoris.
Ah...you're so good at this, you're making Mom feel so good, ah...ah...ah...ah...I licked and sucked hard, using all the tricks I learned from movies. My mother was already overwhelmed by my licking, letting out seductive moans, ah...ah...fuck me, fuck me with your tongue, yes, right there, so good, ah...ah...ah...I can't take it anymore, I'm about to climax, I'm being brought to heaven...ah...ah...At this point, I intensified my attack, aiming my tongue at her vulva and thrusting it in.
With a long groan, "Ah...ah..." my mother's legs were now wrapped around my shoulders, pressing my head forcefully between them. I was almost suffocating. Suddenly, I felt a gush of vaginal fluid flow into my mouth. Without a word, I licked it all clean, not a drop left. This was holy water, so delicious, something I had dreamed of for so many years. My
mother's groans gradually subsided. I grabbed a chopstick and returned to the table from under it. My mother was looking at me tenderly, but didn't speak. I didn't know what to say either.
My mother then deliberately dropped the chopstick and crawled under the table. I only felt someone pulling down my pants. Because it was summer and I was wearing a school uniform, it was easy to take them off. My mother pulled down my pants, and I couldn't see her anymore.
With my underwear sticking out, my mother suddenly pulled my underwear down, and I felt my penis spring out. My mother exclaimed, "So big!" Then I suddenly felt a warm sensation on my penis. The pleasure made me groan involuntarily.
It was my mother's mouth. My mother actually gave me oral sex! I couldn't believe it. My penis felt so good, so smooth, so warm.
My mother sucked hard, as if afraid of losing it, and she was moaning under the table, "Mmm... mmm..." Every time her tongue touched the groove of my glans, I almost fainted from pleasure. After a few strokes, I felt a ache in my lower back, and I was about to ejaculate. I moaned, "Ah... Mom... so good..." At this moment, my mother sensed my abnormality and knew I was about to ejaculate, so she increased the frequency, and her tongue kept swirling around my glans. How could a virgin like me withstand this? I let out a long moan... and ejaculated into my mother's mouth. My mother made a couple of whimpering sounds, and then I heard her swallowing. My mother actually swallowed all my semen. How lewd!
My mother didn't help me fix my underwear; she just came out and went back to her room.
I was still savoring the pleasure from before, thinking, "It was really good. I wish it could be like this every day."
[The End]

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