How I had sexual relations with my mother

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I used to have a strong desire for my mother's body, but it gradually faded.
After I started reading incest stories, my intense lust for my mother was reignited; I even considered raping her to achieve my goal. But to my
utter surprise , I had sex with her very easily. And you could say our actions couldn't be called intercourse; it was more like making love,
because we both experienced immense pleasure! Below, I'll tell you the details of my success. If you also want to commit incest, please read on patiently.
My family is a very ordinary one. I'm 20 years old and in university. My mother is 44 and works as an ordinary office worker. My father is 50. He
was laid off a year ago, but through a friend's introduction, he found a well-paying job, though it's in the
suburbs about 100 kilometers away from our home. He didn't want to go initially, but seeing the high salary, he happily accepted.
My father comes home once a month. He could come home every week, so why only once a month? The reason is obvious
—his sexual ability is insufficient to satisfy my mother. How did I find out? Well, it's like this: When I started high school, I began learning about sex.
Ever since I learned the concept, I've been incredibly curious about what real sex is like. But that wasn't easy; I could only buy a few pornographic
DVDs , but I always felt those shows were too exaggerated and lacked realism! At that time, I thought, "If only I could see my parents' sex life!"
So from then on, I started paying attention to their every move. And our family had a very convenient advantage: my parents' bedroom was connected to the living room.
To allow for lighting in the living room, the partition wall between the bedroom and the living room was a large glass window. Only the lower half of the window was frosted glass; the upper half was completely transparent! I only needed
to tiptoe slightly to see everything in the bedroom. I was secretly delighted! It was probably from my first year of high school that I would
tirelessly to peek at them.
They were a very loving couple; my mother was just 40 years old then, and my father wasn't too old either. Because I frequently spied on them, I gradually discovered their pattern of
lovemaking —they generally didn't do it at night. Unless there were special circumstances, they would have sex every morning before 6:00 AM, and the timing
was perfect, lasting about 15 minutes. Almost every time, both of them would reach orgasm, which could be seen from their expressions—a very
blissful expression, unlike the exaggerated ones in pornographic films! Especially in summer, when it gets light early, it was very easy for me to observe them. And I was never caught,
so they were very engrossed in their lovemaking. Day after day, I watched their married life without interruption.
But after two years, Dad had clearly aged. His health was much worse than before; he was diagnosed with high blood pressure, coronary heart disease, fatty liver, and other ailments. Based on my
observations, their sex life wasn't as frequent as before.
However, Mom's libido seemed to remain very strong, showing no signs of decline. I had heard that women of this age often have very strong libidos. I still
came to , but I noticed a significant difference in their sex life: Mom often took the initiative to flirt with Dad, while he
rarely responded!
The frequency of intercourse decreased, to only once a week for actual penetrative sex. Most of the time, I only saw my father masturbating my mother, and a few times
I saw her on top, which was rare before. Previously, it was always my father who initiated, but now it was my mother! It was really tough on my father;
sometimes when I watched him masturbate my mother, his penis couldn't get erect! I also often saw my mother looking very disappointed! I also found
some sexual enhancement drugs hidden in the cracks of their bed, but they probably didn't work much.
Another year passed like this. When I was 19, my father changed jobs, and they began living apart. This might have been a
relief for my father, but it was probably torture for my mother because her sex drive was incredibly strong! Coincidentally, I discovered this website and read many
incestuous stories. I suddenly had an impulsive thought: to have sex with my mother and satisfy her! But how could I achieve this? I thought
of rape, but I didn't dare. I had to think of other methods.
During this period, I intentionally exposed my body to my mother. I want to clarify that our family wasn't very concerned about these things before. At home,
we never shied away from wearing revealing clothes, and our bodies weren't a mystery to each other. For example, sometimes when my mother wanted to use the bathroom and I happened to be showering, she would
call out beforehand and come in after I gave her permission. At that time, we could see each other's private parts, but it always happened naturally, and neither of us thought
anything of it. However, things are different now. I have those kinds of feelings for my mother and want to attract her attention at all times. So, I deliberately let her see me masturbating,
hoping to show her my penis, which is much thicker and longer than my father's. (My penis is about 15 centimeters when erect, while my father's is only a little over 10 centimeters.) However,
this doesn't seem to have any effect. My mother seems indifferent; if she sees me masturbating, she walks away. This is making me very anxious. Doesn't she have any interest in my
body? This is going to be difficult. I wanted to stop there, but her indifference only fueled my desire, so I made
a very irrational decision: to rape her!
That night, after she went to bed, I quietly went to her room. She was already asleep, snoring softly. I prepared to act,
but when I got to the bedside, my heart started racing. I was so nervous that I hesitated for a long time. Soon, even my hands and feet felt cold with tension.
Finally, I made up my mind and put my hand inside my mother's underwear, gently stroking her vulva, hoping she would produce vaginal fluid like in other articles.
This was the first time I had touched a woman's genitals, and it felt amazing, but why wasn't she wet? Was it because I hadn't had enough time? I'd just touch her a little longer. But
then , my mother suddenly stirred, probably waking up. I was terrified and quickly withdrew my hand, leaving her bedroom. Back in my room,
I felt a chill run down my spine. If I had really raped my mother, how could we ever live together again?!
I was so glad I hadn't done anything stupid. But then I got scared. Had Mom found out I was touching her?
I was really scared, but I didn't know what I was scared of.
The next morning, Mom got up and came to my room, asking, "Did you touch me yesterday?" Of course, I didn't dare admit it and said no. Mom
seemed unsure and left.
At that moment, I thought: Since Mom isn't interested in my body, and I don't have the guts to rape her, I might as well just give up! So I made up my mind and decided to abandon
the idea. But a few days later, something happened that made me change my mind: On Saturday morning, I was lying in bed, half-awake, with my eyes closed. Suddenly...
I heard the door open, and I slightly opened my eyes. Seeing it was my mother, I pretended to be asleep, wanting to see what she was going to do. However, she didn't do anything; instead, she
squatted down and secretly watched my lower body. I've always slept naked since I was little, so I wasn't wearing anything. I continued to pretend to be asleep, but my penis
was already . I deliberately turned over to see my mother's reaction. Seeing me move, my mother hurriedly retreated. Seeing this,
I was overjoyed. Could it be that my mother felt the same way I had a few days ago? Yes, it must be. This meant she was very interested in my body! I regained my confidence.
I checked the time; it was 4:30 in the morning. I thought, my parents often make love at this time, so why don't I try it too? I left the bedroom;
my mother was already back in her bed. I went to the bathroom and quickly washed up. Wearing only my underwear, I went to my mother's bed and immediately got on. My
mother lay with her back to me. Because it was summer, she was also only wearing underwear. Neither of us spoke, because I often lay on her
bed . The difference this time was that I reached behind her and gently touched her breasts, but she still didn't react. I didn't
dare do anything else, though my penis was already very hard. But she still didn't respond. About ten minutes later, I unconsciously
fell asleep again; it was too early.
In my hazy state, I suddenly felt my penis being held, and then it felt like it was entering a hot, wet, and tight place. I immediately
realized that my mother had initiated sex with me! I opened my eyes immediately, and sure enough, my underwear had been pulled down. My mother was lying face to face with me,
our genitals pressed tightly together. We looked at each other, neither of us spoke, and we uncontrollably hugged each other tightly. My mother was very experienced;
she made me feel so good that suddenly, I ejaculated, all of it inside her. The whole process took less than three minutes. After all, this was my first time, and I was so
excited! I thought my mother must not be satisfied, so I put my hand between her legs and masturbated her. I already knew how to do this, because I often saw
my father masturbate her, so I knew how to make her feel good. Soon, my mother's legs straightened, her muscles tensed, and after holding this position for about ten seconds,
she suddenly went limp, a look of pure ecstasy on her face—she had reached orgasm. At this point, her eyes were still closed, and my penis
was hard again. I looked at my mother's genitals; there was a lot of fluid flowing out, probably a mixture of my semen and her vaginal fluid. I
couldn't resist got up, spread my mother's legs, grasped my penis, aimed it at the center of her labia, and gently inserted it. This time I did well, lasting
five or six minutes before ejaculating again. But I didn't pull out, because my mother's vagina was very lubricated with a lot of semen and her own vaginal fluid,
allowing me to continue thrusting without discomfort. We continued like this for about three more minutes, and just as I was about to pull out, my mother hugged me tightly again,
only letting go after a few seconds. I knew she had reached orgasm again. I don't know what happened after that, because I fell asleep.
I woke up at seven in the morning. My mother was already up and making breakfast in the kitchen. After a while, we ate breakfast together. But neither of us spoke to the other, and
my mother seemed to be avoiding my gaze. We didn't speak to each other all day. That evening, I wanted to break the silence, but how should I say it? I
thought and thought, and the best way was to be direct and clear! At dinner, I said to my mother, "Mom, were you satisfied with this morning?"
My mother was silent for about a minute, then suddenly said, "Don't let your father know!" Hearing her say that, I immediately felt relieved
. It meant she had accepted the situation, and I felt a surge of secret joy. After dinner, I pressed my advantage and asked her, "Do
you know that I secretly touched you that night?" She said she wasn't sure; she thought she felt someone touching her, but when she woke up, she didn't see anyone.
I asked her again if she liked what happened that morning. She didn't answer me directly, but just repeated, "Don't let your dad know." That's when I understood;
she really enjoyed it and was keeping it a secret from her husband, which meant we could do this often. When it was time to sleep, I decided to stay in her room
and try it again.
She didn't object, so we slept in the same bed again, and naturally, it was another intense sexual encounter. For me, a young man, this was like a honeymoon,
and I hadn't expected my mother's sexual prowess to be so strong. Afterwards, I saw my mother take a beautifully packaged box from the drawer, take out a pill, and swallow it. I asked
her what she took, and she said it was a birth control pill. I was puzzled because women her age usually use IUDs and don't need birth control pills.
Why use one?
So I asked her, and she smiled shyly and said, "You know, birth control pills are made with estrogen. As long as you keep taking them, you won't stop
menstruating, and even in old age, you can maintain your sexual ability!" As she spoke, her face turned even redder! Now I understand
why were so high—it was the effect of birth control pills!
In the following days, we were like newlyweds, indulging in almost excessive sex. I discovered that her generation was much more
innocent ; they had never watched pornography, and during sex, they always maintained one or two positions for a long time, without exaggerated moaning. Later, my mother
told me that she had read all the incestuous novels on my computer, which surprised me. I thought she didn't know how to use a computer, but it turned out her workplace had
equipped their offices with computers a year ago, so she had seen everything on my computer. She said she was influenced by those incestuous novels to have sex with me
.
To cultivate "sexual interest," I showed her all the pornographic DVDs I had collected. Gradually, she became willing to try different positions with me, but she
never moaned. We always kept quiet during sex; the only sounds in the room were our kissing and the sounds of our bodies colliding. It was wonderful!
My mother's sex drive was incredibly strong; she had demands every day, sometimes even during her period. I'm not exaggerating; women her age,
if their sex life is fulfilling, do indeed have a strong sex drive. Plus, my mother had been taking birth control pills for a long time, so not only was her libido high, but her skin and reproductive organs were also
very well-maintained. At that moment, I truly understood why my father had left home to work; it was very beneficial for him, otherwise, how could his body handle it! However,
I didn't feel any discomfort, after all, I'm a very healthy young man. That year, I was 19, and my mother was 43.
For the next year, we maintained a sexual relationship, only being apart when my father came home. Now, however, I'm in university and
live on campus, only coming home once a week. Absence makes the heart grow fonder, and each time I go home, I have sex with my mother five or six times. We are both very happy!

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