illegitimate child and mother

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At the company, I deliberately made our actions more and more obvious. After several jokes from colleagues, my mother realized that everyone knew about our relationship, so she felt it didn't matter whether we kept it a secret or not. I moved into my mother's house to live with her and was shocked to find that she had a very strong sex drive. Perhaps it was because she was around 35 years old, which is the reproductive age for women. There were even a few times when we had sex every day for a week.
After we made our relationship public, my colleagues often joked that we were in a "sister-brother relationship" at dinner parties. But I knew in my heart that we were not in a "sister-brother relationship" but a genuine and taboo "mother-son relationship". Three months later, one day at lunch, halfway through the meal, my mother suddenly covered her mouth and ran to a corner to vomit violently. Everyone was shocked and rushed to ask her if she had an upset stomach. My mother shook her head, pale-faced.
Some experienced older women recognized my reaction and turned to me, gesturing "you, you!" My mother, her face flushed, knew what was going on. If she had been pregnant with me before, she would be very familiar with this kind of "morning sickness." After helping her to the office to rest, everyone congratulated me without even asking what had happened, which made me a little embarrassed.
Soon, the news spread throughout the entire television company. Many of my mother's suitors were heartbroken. Because she was a top anchor, even the boss personally called to congratulate her and volunteered to help us with the wedding. Everyone in the company was also very kind and wanted to help us get married. They even joked privately that the anchor was now enjoying the glow of love and hoped her temper would soften.
After work, everyone urged me to take my mother to the hospital for a prenatal checkup. It turned out she was indeed over two months pregnant, and the fetus was putting pressure on her abdomen, causing this. My mother looked very serious upon hearing the report and regretfully said she hadn't paid attention to her irregular periods. She had previously mentioned that work stress caused her periods to be irregular, sometimes only once or twice a month. She never imagined that
her negligence would lead to this. Back home, there was no romantic proposal, only a young man repeatedly promising to take responsibility. But my mother remained unmoved. I then told her that my boss said that because I was an orphan, he would assume the role of my elder. Seeing that she was in a difficult position, my mother, who valued her image and reputation, was thus forced to agree to the marriage.
To avoid complications as her pregnancy progressed, our wedding was arranged quickly within a month with the help of all our colleagues. We booked a restaurant, took wedding photos, and completed all the preparations. On the wedding day, almost everyone in the company came to witness the occasion. My fiancée's father, who is actually my maternal grandfather, led my mother, who was wearing a white veil, into the venue. Under the spotlight, he slowly took my mother's hand and said into the microphone,
"My only daughter is now in your care... Please take good care of her..."
I felt an indescribable sense of accomplishment. Then, with the blessings of the officiant and the master of ceremonies, I helped my mother put on the wedding ring. The wedding banquet then began. Colleagues and friends took turns going up on stage to tease us. My mother and I shared a passionate kiss on stage, showing our deep love. My parents-in-law (my maternal grandparents) were moved to tears in the audience.
Then we went from table to table toasting, and everyone gave us their blessings. Someone said a few things that stuck with me:
"Congratulations to the two handsome and beautiful 'newlyweds'!"
"Congratulations, groom... if your mother knew, she would be so happy you married such a beautiful bride..."
"Looking closely, you two really do look like a married couple..."
I turned to look at my mother, who smiled happily at me. I quickly replied,
"That's right... my mother must be very happy right now!"
"Looking like a married couple is a sign of good fortune... that's how you manage to marry a beautiful news anchor..."
"Okay, stop teasing me... from now on you have to call me wife... and a news anchor too..."
"Oh my god... so sweet!"
The last sentence was spoken by many women simultaneously, teasing us. She then changed into several wedding dresses and re-entered the venue. When we saw the guests off, many people took photos with us. I felt very proud when everyone wished my mother and me a happy marriage and many children.
That night, in the hotel room, I stripped my mother, who was wearing a wedding dress, down to just a corset and white fishnet stockings. We then made love passionately, and she kept exclaiming,
"Husband, you're so good!"
"Ah... I have a baby in my belly... don't be too rough... um..."
Because the wedding was really tiring, we fell asleep in each other's arms after we finished making love. The next day, we both took time off and went to the household registration office to register our marriage. Both of our ID cards had each other's names printed in the spouse section. At that moment, I sincerely thanked my adoptive parents for giving me my name, allowing me to marry my beautiful mother openly and legally. Of course, this was a big secret that only I knew.
We started our honeymoon like newlyweds. During our trip, my mother, who was now my wife, advised me that although we had married hastily and my in-laws (my maternal grandparents) didn't know me very well, I must treat them as my own parents. I confidently replied,
"I've never had any elders to be filial to before. For you, my dear wife… I can even treat them like my own grandparents…"
"You… you're just joking… that much love?"
"Of course! You're just as important as my mother… and now you're carrying my child…"
"What if I meet your mother someday? Will you treat her better than me?"
"I guarantee I'll treat you better, but if you both fall into the water, I'll save you both at once… haha…"
"Ideally, you could save both of us at once…"
"My dear wife… I can't speak for others… but I certainly can…!"
"Okay, okay...we'll see how you behave when that day comes..."
After that, we began our married life. I was very filial to my parents-in-law, exceeding my wife's expectations by a large margin. Because of her pregnancy, my wife's job was temporarily transferred to a less stressful clerical position, and I naturally followed suit, with a raise in both position and salary, though not as high as my more senior wife's. However, because of my attentive care and good behavior, she finally settled down and completely devoted herself to me, no longer criticizing my income or status.
Her belly grew bigger day by day, and I drove her to a prenatal checkup. The results showed that the fetus seemed to have a slight abnormality. Fortunately, with the advancements in medical technology, the situation was quickly resolved, giving us both a scare. However, I was worried that it might be due to inbreeding, but thankfully, it wasn't discovered in the end.
Even when my mother was heavily pregnant, she still had a strong sex drive. I was afraid of hurting my baby, so I politely declined several times. One evening, after dinner, my wife went straight to her room. After I finished tidying up, I followed her in. I saw she had changed into sexy fishnet stockings and lingerie, completely naked, her pregnant belly protruding, moaning seductively on the bed. I almost lost control, frozen by the door. Then she smiled playfully and said,
"I've got an idea..."
She carefully supported her belly, opened the metal box containing the photos, took out a picture from her middle school days, and began moaning. The sexual innuendo of being able to violate my own pregnant mother made me lose all reason. I quickly took off my clothes, climbed onto the bed, laid her down, and began thrusting against her swollen belly.
"Ah...that's it...um...it's been so long..."
"Ah...um...good...good...um...um..."
"I knew it...husband...you love me...taking photos...it's such a weird...fetish..."
"Only this photo will work... my beautiful wife..."
She was right about only one thing: I loved her holding the photo, not because the action itself was attractive, but because the photo paired with that action held a special meaning for me. But by then, I was already caught up in the frenzy of incest, and my wife only thought I was being aggressive. Her
swollen belly rose and fell with each thrust, and her juices flowed freely, even more than usual. At that moment, I felt her breasts seemed to have grown larger, probably a change in preparation for breastfeeding. I sucked and savored the rich, delicious taste, guessing it was because of the baby in her belly. My wife was climaxing even more intensely, and after I pulled out, I placed the semen in her mouth for her to swallow. Then, I turned to look at her in the photo, and then at her blissful face, eyes closed, tongue lolling out, licking the semen from her lips, and I felt an indescribable sense of redemption.

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