Mother after amnesia

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I am a sexual fantasist, and this has remained unchanged since birth. I remember as a child, I loved to fantasize wildly about how to get close to women, something that still surprises me now. As I grew older, along with these wild fantasies came wild sexual desires. When I was ten, I don't know why, I started fantasizing about my mother, imagining myself making love to her. I would often lewdly stare at her body and alluring posture while she slept, and like a madman, I would peek at her breasts.

But I knew this was a dangerous and despicable act, and my mother noticed my misbehavior, so a few times she finally scolded me, "Stop fooling around!" or gave me a subtle reprimand. Of course, I knew my mother didn't want me to go astray, and she herself didn't want to do such incestuous things. But my father's early death and the years of being alone with my mother made it impossible for me to get rid of these desires, especially since my mother herself was also suffering from sexual turmoil—after all, she was only 42 years old—and I was already 19. We both really wanted it.

But things didn't turn out as you might imagine, a dramatic turn of events led me to completely possess my mother…

My mother's figure was impeccable, of medium build, and at 42, she was at the peak of her charm, full-figured but not bloated, her complexion still youthful and alluring—unlike a frail and unromantic young girl. A 20-year-old girl is an immature woman, quite uninteresting.

One summer afternoon when I was 19, my mother was practicing gymnastics in her room, wearing a short skirt and a vest. Her snow-white body attracted my gaze like a magnet. With each jump, she conveyed the charm of a beautiful, sexy, mature woman: her round, plump buttocks rose high with each sway, her large breasts bounced up and down, her slightly protruding belly and her private parts moved incessantly "forward and backward" to the music.

I imprinted this incredibly beautiful scene in my mind without looking, and at the same time, I felt that my mother was unconsciously expressing her deepest desires. Thinking of this, I felt a surge of excitement, and my penis hardened on its own.

My mother was completely oblivious to my wicked thoughts. She smiled at me as she danced, saying, "Alright, I'm almost done. Can you run me a bath?"

I did as she asked, without peeking at her. After she finished dressing, I watched her go to bed.

"Oh, so tired!" my mother said softly, stretching her alluring body. "I'm going to sleep for a while. You should rest too."

She then lay down on the bed.

I didn't leave immediately, staring intently at my mother. Her soft, fragrant body lay on the bed like cooked noodles, her seemingly boneless body constantly twisting her thighs and plump buttocks, her slender waist swaying like a water snake. I tried my best to suppress my thoughts and went back to my room.

But you know, I couldn't sleep. I kept thinking about my mother's lewd behavior, and my penis was already throbbing, making my pants look like a tent. Losing my mind, I returned to my mother's bedside, only to find her already fast asleep. She lay on her side, her large buttocks and thick legs facing me directly. I could see her face; her cheeks were flushed and even more alluring after exercise. One hand rested on her erect breast, rising and falling with her breath. My mother was only wearing a very thin dress; I guessed she wasn't wearing anything underneath, because I couldn't see any marks through the almost transparent fabric.

I stood naked by the bed, one hand holding my penis, the other reaching out to touch my mother. I pulled back in fright, afraid of being discovered. I knew that once I did it, there would be no turning back, but I also felt that my mother and I should both know the truth. Gazing at her alluring sleeping body, I could no longer suppress my surging lust. I jumped lightly and quickly onto my mother's bed, grabbed her, and kissed her rosy lips passionately, sucking on them. My hands grabbed her large breasts, squeezing and playing with them frantically. My penis pressed against my mother's thigh, thrusting wildly.

My mother woke up suddenly from my frantic rubbing, yelling, "What...what are you doing!"

I wanted to stop, but I knew that stopping meant the end; maybe going all the way in would have unexpected results, so I completely ignored her cries.

"Stop it!" My mother twisted her intoxicatingly plump flesh and cursed wildly, "You little beast, are you trying to die! You're not human!"

I said while pressing her down forcefully, "Mom, I love you so much, I want you!"

"Stop it! You beast!" My mother struggled desperately, hitting and cursing wildly, her hair disheveled, "I've raised you for nothing, you beast! Oh God! Help!"

I grabbed my mother's hand and lifted her clothes; sure enough, she wasn't wearing anything except a small pair of underwear. I immediately tried to take off her pants, but her struggles made it impossible, so I loosened one hand and tried to take them off with both hands. What I never expected was... Suddenly, my mother grabbed my head with all her might and shoved me away, then hysterically banged her head against the wall beside the bed!

My mind went blank for a moment; I had no idea what was happening. When I turned around, I found my mother unconscious on the bed, her head and the wall covered in blood, the sheets stained crimson. I rushed over, picked her up, and cried, "Mom, what's wrong? Mom!"

She didn't respond, but she was still breathing. I knew something terrible had happened. I hurriedly dressed, wrapped a towel around her forehead, and carried her to the hospital. Luckily, there weren't many cars on the road. I was also good friends with the son of a surgeon at the hospital (Dr. Zhang), and thanks to their immediate care, my mother was out of danger.

"Uncle Zhang, how is my mother?" I asked immediately as I saw Dr. Zhang come out of the operating room.

"Oh dear, how did it turn out like this?" Dr. Zhang shook his head. "Your life is saved, but your mother's injuries are too deep. She might suffer permanent amnesia or dementia! Ah, it depends on luck. If she's lucky, it'll just be amnesia; otherwise, dementia will be terrible!"

Dr. Zhang left me, dumbfounded, and went back to the operating room, not emerging for another hour.

"Oh dear, so tiring! We're lucky; there wasn't too much brain damage. She won't have dementia, don't worry."

A month later, with the hospital's help, my mother was finally discharged. That day, I borrowed a car from a friend to pick her up and take her home.

"Huh? Where am I going? Who are you?" my mother asked, looking at me the whole way.

I felt a pang of sadness and almost cried, only softly saying, "We're going home."

Do you find that strange? Shouldn't I have added "Mom" after "We're going home"? But I definitely didn't say "Mom." The complex emotions I felt were unimaginable. At that moment, amidst my immense heartache, a malicious thought suddenly arose in my subconscious: "Mom has lost her memory, which means she doesn't even know who she is or who I am!" This despicable thought controlled my mouth, preventing me from uttering the word "Mom." I wouldn't let her know I was her son; I wanted to use this opportunity to truly possess her!

With a mix of pain and excitement, I returned home with Mom.

"Where is this?" Mom asked curiously, looking at our familiar room. "Who are you?"

"This is your room. You slipped in the bathroom and hit your head. I took you to the hospital. Don't you remember?" I chuckled inwardly.

"Who are you?" Mom asked again.

I picked up a photo of Mom and me sitting on the edge of the bed, smiling as I said, "Do you recognize yourself? Honey? We're husband and wife, you've forgotten everything?"

Mom took the photo and looked at it: "Really? I don't remember."

I lit a cigarette, and boldly put my arm around my mother's ample waist, pulling her to sit on the edge of the bed. "Oh, you're badly injured! Darling, I've missed you so much."

Looking into my tender, affectionate eyes, my mother gradually believed me. After all, her injury had affected her thinking to some extent. She slowly rested her head against my chest, letting me hold her.

A wicked lust surged into my mind again. Holding my mother in one arm, I quickly stripped off my own clothes and pants with the other. I lifted my mother's chin and immediately took her cherry-like lips into my mouth, licking and sucking her fragrant lips. I then thrust my tongue into her mouth, nibbling and swallowing her tongue.

I laid my mother down on the bed, quickly removing her clothes, revealing her long-desired white flesh before my eyes. My mother tried to push me away, a sliver of shame still driving her to reject me.

"Don't do this, please don't..." Mom looked at me with a hint of panic. "No!"

"We're husband and wife, don't be afraid!" I said shamelessly, while my breath quickened as I saw Mom's fair skin, huge breasts, protruding belly, incredibly plump buttocks, and dark, dense forest of genitals for the first time. My penis quickly became erect, the rush of blood making me want to thrust into Mom's vagina immediately.

"I'm your husband! Don't be afraid, it's normal for couples to make love!" I patiently instructed Mom, lifting her thighs with both hands and exploring her breasts, nipples, and buttocks, then touching her vagina.

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