The most romantic incest

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my childhood memories, my father and mother were the perfect couple.

My mother was almost ten years younger than my father. My father was a tall, handsome man with his own career, the kind of person
who could support the family.

My mother was young and beautiful, working outside and having her own place in the world; her colleagues all said she was a
very strong woman. In reality, at home, my mother was always gentle and virtuous, and often acted coquettishly in front of my father (I secretly
witnessed this).

The most beautiful scene in my memory was at sunset, my father and mother taking me for a walk on the street.
The man's broad shoulders, the woman's charming curves, and the lovely child, bathed in golden sunlight, attracted envious
glances from passersby.

Until one day, all of this came to an end. That day, devastating news arrived: my father suffered a heart attack, collapsed, and
never woke up again. Who could have imagined that such a strong man would leave so easily? I was only eight years old that year, not
fully understanding the meaning of death, only knowing how to cry because I would never see my father again.

Surprisingly, my mother didn't collapse. She remained calm in front of relatives and friends, and after the funeral,
she went back to work without taking a day off.

Time passed quickly, and ten years went by in the blink of an eye.

I have grown into an eighteen-year-old boy, inheriting my father's broad shoulders and handsome face.

My mother is already forty years old. Perhaps it's from her constant running around and busy work, but although a few fine wrinkles
have crept onto her still beautiful face, her figure is still so slender and slim, completely lacking the fat and
signs of aging typical of people her age.

Looking back on these past ten years, my mother and I have truly relied on each other for survival; outsiders simply cannot comprehend
the hardships we've endured.

After my father passed away, he left behind a considerable sum of money in the bank, enough for our household expenses. But my strong-willed
mother still works tirelessly, supporting the family with her frail shoulders. She refused well-meaning
friends ' advice to remarry, saying that my mother and I don't need anyone's financial help and can support ourselves.
She had her own career and could take good care of me. She didn't want me to suffer any hardship, fearing I wouldn't be able to accept
another father.

And indeed, that was the case. I simply couldn't accept another man in the family. In my heart, this family
meant only my mother, me, and my deceased father; there was no room for anyone else.

As I grew older, I realized I was selfish. A family needs both men and women to support it
.
It was so unfair to let my mother bear all the burdens alone, and also to take care of me, who wasn't very obedient. It was too unfair to a beautiful woman like my mother. Especially when I began to understand the relationship between men and women, I cherished my mother even more.
For ten years, how many lonely nights had she spent alone?

My mother works hard and is very capable, no less so than men, and has rejected many suitors. But I
know that late at night, I've seen her sitting alone by the window, gazing out for a long time.

She is lonely; she needs comfort, she needs a broad shoulder to lean on. She endures her loneliness
entirely for me, her beloved son.

Every time I think of this, a surge of tenderness wells up inside me. I know I love my mother, not just as
a mother, but also as a woman.

Gradually, my desire grows stronger; I want to hold my mother in my arms, to offer
her strong support with my arms. I want to be the man of this family, to make the woman of this family no longer lonely
.

From then on, the atmosphere at home subtly changed. I began to proactively share household chores, taking on all the tasks that men
should do.

I wanted my mother to feel my strength, my presence, not just as her son, but also as the only man in the family
.

I would accompany my mother shopping, encouraging her to buy new clothes and fashionable cosmetics in the stores. I knew what she
liked and often advised her to buy what she liked and not to be stingy. I would carry all
the bags for her, and my mother, like a little girl, would be overjoyed to have bought something she liked, unconsciously taking my
arm.

When crossing the street, I would gently hold my mother's hand and pull her to avoid oncoming traffic. Later, I
went a step further . I would put my arm around my mother's slender waist, saying "Be careful, be careful," while secretly glancing at her. Her face would be a little red
, but she didn't refuse.

My mother would also indulge me, accompanying me to a movie or a trip to the countryside.

My happiest moments were when I teased my mother, a little flirtatious but not too much.

In the movie theater, people always looked at us like a couple, and I enjoyed it. I couldn't help it
; my mother was too beautiful, looking like a young married woman, while I looked like a handsome husband.

I would tell the waiter, "Please get my girlfriend a glass of juice," and watch my mother's face turn red,
too embarrassed to deny it to her face—it was so adorable.

After the waiter walked away, Mom suddenly reached out and pinched me hard, scolding me for
joking with her. But her eyes were full of laughter, and although I felt the pain, my heart was filled with sweetness.

I watched the distance between Mom and me shrink little by little, but I knew I couldn't rush it; I had to take it slowly
. Mom is a very strong-willed woman; she won't suddenly give up everything and completely surrender her vulnerable side to me
.

Actually, Mom has already started to rely on me. She tells me about her work and listens to my opinions.
When she's in a bad mood, she confides in me and asks for my comfort.

She increasingly enjoys playing the role of the woman in the family, not just a mother.

She often says with a smile, "You're the man of this house; you're in charge!"

I watched my mother change, watched her beautiful curves flow before my eyes, and occasionally glimpses of
her breasts, slender waist, or alluring inner thighs. All I could do was desperately hold back,
trying to prevent my huge penis from exploding.

One late summer day, the sky was overcast, cool but heavy with unease.

It was the anniversary of my father's death. Every year on this day, I would stay by my mother's side, a way of
comforting .

That evening, I went into my mother's room and found her gazing at the night sky outside the window.

I went over, sat beside her, and put my arm around her shoulder.

"Mom, are you thinking about Dad?"

Mom didn't answer, but turned her head, and I saw tears in her eyes.

My heart ached, and I hugged her tightly. She didn't resist, but pressed her head even closer to my chest
.

"Mom, please don't be sad. You still have me. I will always be with you."

"Silly son, if it weren't for you, how could I have survived all these years?"

I lowered my head, looking at the woman in my arms. It was a face I knew all too well, so beautiful, with arched
eyebrows, big eyes, a delicate nose, and red lips that made my blood boil. The fine wrinkles etched by time added to her
mature beauty, making her appear even more alluring, and with tears welling in her eyes, she was even more captivating.

I hugged my mother, my body warming up, but she didn't notice, thinking I was just comforting her, and didn't
push me away.

My mother looked up at me, her eyes filled with tenderness.

I gazed into those eyes, a surge of emotion rising within me.

"Mom, you've worked so hard all these years, supporting this family all by yourself.
I know how much you've suffered and how much loneliness you've endured for me. Mom, I want you to know that I truly love you, and I will always be with you
."

I was moved, gazing deeply at my mother, who was also touched, tears welling in her eyes.

"Mom loves you too, son. Everything I've done is for you. As long as you're happy,
I don't care how much hardship I suffer. Because I am your mother."

"No, Mom. I love you not only because you are my mother, but also because you are the most beautiful woman."

My body trembled in my arms, and my mother looked at me with wide eyes.

"What are you saying!"

"Mom, look at me closely. Don't I look a lot like Dad? I know you looked at me before, and you
thought I didn't notice, but your eyes told me your feelings. Don't you want me to comfort you like Dad did
?"

Mom's face turned red. She tried to break free from my embrace, but I held her tightly.

"Look into my eyes, Mom! Don't lie to me, and don't lie to yourself. You need me, you're
so beautiful, only Dad and I are worthy of you. Mom, I love you, and I know you love me too. Didn't you say
I'm the man of this house, and you're the woman? We shouldn't just be mother and son."

I paused, then whispered in my mother's ear, "We should also be lovers."

"But..."

I didn't let my mother finish, but instead silenced her with my lips.

I kissed her hard, sucking on her lips, using my tongue to pry open her clenched teeth,
my arms tightly around her.

Slowly, my mother's body warmed up, becoming soft in my arms, her breathing becoming more and more rapid.

Finally, Mom opened her mouth, letting me kiss her deeply. Time seemed to stand still; this long kiss melted away
our embrace.

Our lips finally parted, and we breathed heavily. Mom's face was as red as a girl's first kiss.

We gazed at each other for a long time, and then Mom murmured, "You really look like your father."

I couldn't help but kiss her again. Mom chuckled and pulled away, whispering in my ear like a breath, "Silly boy,
you don't need to hold me so tightly. Do you think I'd run away?"

This gentle reproach thundered in my ears, because I knew that from this moment on, Mom was mine
!

We kissed deeply again, and as our tongues intertwined, my hands began to roam over Mom's body
. My left hand gently caressed my mother's back, tracing the curve of her spine to her waist, then slowly moving down to her hips
. My right hand slid from her armpit to her chest, stopping when I felt a bulge, gently circling the edge of her breasts.

My mother finally couldn't help but laugh, pressing her body closer to me, her arms around my neck.

She even gently bit my ear, saying, "You naughty boy, you're quite experienced! How did you learn all this?
Confess!"

My heart fluttered, and I hurriedly protested, "No! I really have never touched a girl before, I only
read about it in books. I really haven't…"

My mouth was silenced by my mother's lips again, her actions showing she believed me.

I tentatively tried to unbutton my mother's clothes. She didn't object, but instead tossed her hair back,
seemingly to make it easier for me.

I noticed her hairstyle was that of a typical working woman, which further aroused my desire.

Finally

, I unbuttoned my mother's shirt, revealing a white bra. I almost stopped breathing. A pair of full breasts
stood proudly before me, though constricted by the bra.

I buried my head between her breasts, inhaling her mature womanly scent, my hands
kneading . I clumsily tried to unhook the bra, but couldn't get the hang of it. My mother didn't help me; instead, she
giggled like a little girl.

I felt embarrassed and decided to teach her a lesson.

I pinned my mother against the wall, yanked hard with my hands, snapping the not-so-thick strap of her bra, then bit down on it with my teeth and
tossed it aside. Now, the most alluring breasts in the world were right in front of me.

A forty-year-old woman's breasts, full and round, unlike the thinness of a young girl's. And my mother's breasts weren't
sagging like those of other women her age; they were my favorite hemispherical shape, protruding forward.

I grasped one nipple in each hand, gently kneading them, and looked up at my mother with a provocative gaze.

My mother's eyes were hazy, as if veiled by a layer of mist, and she let out low, trembling moans, her hands gently stroking my
hair. Then I took one of her breasts into my mouth, sucking and gently biting the nipple with my teeth. The familiar sensation from childhood
made me feel intoxicated.

I kissed all over my mother's breasts, then down to her lovely navel, and further down, gradually reaching the forbidden zone of life.

My hands began to unbutton my mother's skirt from the side, button after button. My mother was a little flustered and
grabbed my hands. I looked at her with a determined gaze, waiting for her answer. My mother was breathing heavily, her breasts
rising and falling with her movements, making my penis feel like it was about to burst through my pants.

My mother pulled me up and gently cupped my face in her hands: "Son, I'm getting old, and do you know
what we're doing? Society doesn't allow it. Are you really willing to take this risk?"

"Mom, I don't care, I only know I truly love you. You're not old at all, you're the most beautiful
woman , your maturity is exactly what I want. I know this is incest, but this family only has you and me, a man and
a woman, everything is meant to happen."

Taking off my shirt, I hugged my mother again and kissed her.

Our lips met, my mother's exposed breasts pressed tightly against my chest, and my erection pressed against my mother
's lower body. We had never been so close.

When I felt her nipples harden and press against me, I didn't give my mother a chance to object and
untied her skirt.

My mother's short skirt, which she wore to work, slid down her slender legs and landed beside her black high heels. I saw
my mother's white panties. That was my favorite color. My mother's fair skin and elegant demeanor were perfectly suited to pure white
, giving her a dignified yet alluring look.

My face was pressed against my mother's smooth thighs, her skin gleaming, her muscles supple. I couldn't resist kissing
and licking them, while simultaneously caressing her rounded calves. Wearing high heels, her calves appeared even more alluring.

My mother crossed her arms over her chest, enjoying my caresses. My hands slipped inside her
panties from behind, kneading her full buttocks, my thumbs sliding forward towards the inside of her thighs.

My mother began to tremble. She grabbed my hands as if to stop me, then released them, seemingly as if shyly
covering her face.

I picked up my mother, walked to the bed, and placed her on it. I stood between her legs, took off my pants
, and finally released my long-suppressed erection. Slowly, I pulled down my mother's white panties, revealing her dark
pubic hair and trembling pink vulva, already glistening with fluid.

My mother's eyes were tightly closed, her hair disheveled, and she bit her lip, panting. I couldn't hold back any longer. I straightened my penis and
thrust it into my mother's vagina. My mother seemed to feel a little pain, hugged me tightly, and let out a soft moan. At that moment, I felt like I was
in heaven. My mother had probably not done it in a long time; her vagina was so tight, the walls completely enveloping my penis. That
warm, fulfilling feeling was incomparable to masturbation.

I didn't care about gentleness; I started thrusting rapidly, making my mother moan uncontrollably. When my mouth
was on my mother's full breasts, when my hands squeezed her plump buttocks, when I heard my usually dignified and capable
mother moaning beneath me, I knew I couldn't hold on much longer.

My frequency increased, and my mother's breasts trembled with each thrust. She tried to keep her mouth shut, but she
still moaned.

I hugged my mother tightly, a surge of heat shooting deep into her vagina, the place where I was conceived. I suddenly
wondered, could this time bring forth another new life?

I lay on top of her, my head resting on her breasts, panting, my penis slowly softening inside her.

"Mom, are you alright?"

My mother opened her eyes, looking at me with a resolute gaze, as if she had regained her usual composure.

"Son, now that we've made love, Mom loves you. From now on, Mom is your woman
, and you will be Mom's only man."

"Mom…"

I couldn't help but embrace her again, giving her a sweet kiss. I wrapped one arm around my mother,
while the other hand lovingly caressed her flat stomach. She leaned against my shoulder, her soft breath tickling my
neck .

"Mom, I'm sorry."

"Sorry for what?"

"I was too impulsive just now, I wasn't considerate enough. I know you weren't satisfied. But..."

"But what?"

I rolled over, answering her with my newly erect penis.

This time I slowed down, thrusting in and out while caressing her entire body. Perhaps because I had just ejaculated,
this time it lasted longer.

I varied the frequency, making her moans louder and louder. She hugged me tightly, murmuring
my name in my ear.

In the final moments, I resolutely thrust deeper and deeper, until my mother's fingers dug hard against my
back, until her vagina contracted in waves, until she weakly nestled into my arms. Her eyes were
blurred , still immersed in immense pleasure.

I gazed at the beautiful woman in my arms; her office worker hair was disheveled, her dignified expression replaced by joy, her curves,
usually subtly concealed by her suit, were now completely exposed.

This was my mother, that strong, capable, and still alluring woman, now nestled obediently in my arms,
allowing me to kiss and caress every part of her body, every private area.

I must be in heaven right now!

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