My mother seduced me into incest.

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My mother seduced me into

incest. Last year, I scored very high on the college entrance exam and was admitted to a key national university in Nanchang. This suited my family perfectly, since my aunt's family works in Nanchang. My mother said, "That's great! Now you have someone to take care of you in Nanchang, and it'll be much easier for me to visit my sister."

My father said, "Wasn't that what we considered when we filled out the college application?"

My mother said, "Now it's really come true. Back then it was just an application, how could we not be happy?"

Actually, I later realized my mother's true intention: because I was going to university in Nanchang, she would have more opportunities to meet and have sex with me, while my father, of course, remained in the dark.

I am twenty-one years old this year, my mother is forty-three, and my father is forty-four. During the latter part of high school, I had many sexual desires for my mother, but I thought that she was, after all, my biological mother, so I could only bury these secret feelings deep in my heart.

That day, when I went to school to register, my parents took me there together. Afterwards, we went to my aunt's house for a while. Before leaving, my mother told me to write home often if anything happened, and that if I missed her, she would come to the school.

Then they left Nanchang. At the end of last year, my parents called me, saying that my aunt's eldest son was getting married, and my mother was going to my aunt's house in Nanchang for the wedding ceremony. They asked me not to come home yet, but to come with my mother to my aunt's house and then come back to Nanchang with her for the winter vacation.

I never imagined that what I had longed for about my mother would happen so naturally.

I never thought that my mother would be such a resourceful person. She is a mother who loves her son very much, and also a woman with a flirtatious nature. I really love her to death.

On January 23rd, I saw my mother at my aunt's house after more than four months of not seeing her. We were very happy, and my mother said that we would go home together in a few days.

My aunt jokingly said, "You're such a child, you still need your mother to pick you up?"

My mother replied, "In my eyes, he'll always be a child. I'm a little worried about him, so picking him up this time was just a convenience. I won't do this again."

There's no train from Nanchang to our home, only a bus, a fourteen-hour journey each way. On the afternoon of January 26th, we boarded the 5 PM bus on our way home. This marked the beginning of an unforgettable sexual experience for my son and me.

It was already winter. After boarding the bus, we started watching videos. We were on a luxury minibus. Because my son and I were sitting in the last row, around 9 PM, I started to doze off on the bus amidst the bumpy ride. My mother was also sleepy, and shortly after watching the video, she leaned against me and fell asleep. There were four people in the back row. My mother sat on the far right, by the right window, and I sat to her left. The two passengers to my left were a woman in her thirties and what was probably her son, about six or seven years old. The child was right next to my left, initially making a fuss with his mother, but later fell asleep.

Although the air conditioning was on in the car, it was a winter night. When I woke up, I found that the army coat my dad had brought for me to school had been draped over both my mom and me. I didn't know when my mom had covered us with the coat, but I was sure it was her.

I drifted off to sleep, not remembering the exact time, when I suddenly felt a hand moving around in my crotch. I was certain it was my mom's hand. Sometimes her hand remained still, sometimes it squeezed my penis through my clothes with a little force. I didn't make a sound, assuming it was just something she was doing in her sleep.

Actually, I'd long harbored sexual fantasies about my mom, but at that moment I didn't understand what she meant. Firstly, I'd never had any sexual contact or experience with her, and secondly, we were on a crowded bus, and I didn't dare do anything to her. So, I didn't think much of her actions, assuming it was just an unintentional touch.

After a while, Mom's hands were already groping forcefully, consciously and clearly caressing and pinching my penis. I felt a mix of nervousness and excitement, and could only pretend to be asleep. But how could I possibly be asleep? Seeing that I didn't react, and perhaps knowing I was pretending, Mom pressed her body closer to me. I felt her full body, especially her left thigh, was particularly thick and warm. Her left leg seemed to be deliberately pressing heavily on my right leg. I smelled a wonderfully feminine scent emanating from Mom, a very special scent that only she could give off.

At
this point, I still pretended not to wake up. Then, Mom became restless. Her finger movements were obvious; sometimes she squeezed my genitals forcefully, sometimes she gently stroked my penis, like a caress, but both were quite forceful.

Then, she quietly unzipped my pants and went deeper inside, directly touching my penis and pressing it up and down forcefully.

At that moment, I didn't know what to say, because everything had happened so suddenly. I only felt my penis was warm and incredibly large in my mother's small, fleshy hands. I had lost control of myself and couldn't predict what would happen next. I wanted my mother to caress me like that, so I slightly parted my legs to make it easier for her to touch me, but my eyes remained closed.

Then, I heard my mother's soft sighs, warm and full of maternal love and allure. I felt her warm face close to mine. I knew my mother was awake now, and she understood my cooperation and my hints.

Actually, I also wanted to touch my mother's body, but I had never had any experience in this area, so I didn't dare to make a move. My mother, being over forty, held my lower body tightly with her hands, completely uninhibited, as if implying that I shouldn't be afraid and let her touch me.

At that moment, I didn't know what to do. I could only passively accept my mother's caresses. My mother is an accountant. She's fair-skinned, with a pretty face, and her hair is permed, making her very fashionable and dignified. She's about 1.6 meters tall, with a full figure, but not at all bulky. She has a voluptuous figure—full breasts, wide hips, and a slim waist. I especially love seeing her in summer dresses. When she walks, her ample hips sway, and her plump thighs look incredibly fair and sexy to me, her son.

Of course, my mother doesn't know what I'm thinking. When I was preparing for the college entrance exam, she told me many times, "If you get into university, I'll do anything for you!" This shows her love for me. But my true feelings are: Mom! How wonderful it would be if we could make love! Even just once! But how could I say that? Therefore, I can only embrace my mother's full body in countless dreams.

So, Mom timidly touched me for over half an hour. I couldn't bear it any longer; I felt like I was about to ejaculate, so I shifted my body, yawned, and stopped pretending to be asleep.

Then Mom gently withdrew her hand, opened her eyes, and said, "You weren't asleep?"

I didn't react immediately and said, "Yeah, I just woke up! I was sleeping, I was sleeping!"

Seeing my hesitant words, Mom chuckled softly, her voice low and slightly suggestive, and said, "Sleep some more! Now Mom will help you sleep!"

As she spoke, her hand under her coat began pressing on my lower body again, smiling, not allowing me a reply: "There's plenty of time, get some sleep!"

She squeezed my hand tightly: "Okay?"

I could hear the implication in her words. She still didn't let go, and whispered with a laugh, "Mom and you still have ten hours before we get home! No rush."

Then, in a voice only I could hear, she whispered, "Was that alright? Hmm?"

My mother's smile was absolutely beautiful! Since she had made it clear, I was actually quite happy inside. But I didn't want to show my excitement, so I made small talk, saying, "Yes! Good! Good! It's still a long way off! More than ten hours until we get home! Mom, are you cold?" My heart was racing, and I was rambling incoherently. My

mother said softly and charmingly, "We have coats, don't we? We're not afraid of anything! Go back to sleep."

In the dim light of the car, my mother's smile was incredibly alluring. My mother's surname is Xu, and at that moment, she truly resembled a seductive middle-aged woman. She was enticing her lustful son, and I began to indulge in my long-desired incestuous dreams. I thought to myself, my mother is truly my blessing! Then, my mother pressed her hand firmly twice on my thigh: "Isn't that right? What's there to be afraid of with this coat covering you?"

By then, I understood everything. It turned out that before this, Mom had deliberately touched my genitals, cleverly concealing it all with her coat. Besides, it was late at night, everyone on the train was asleep, and next to me was an innocent child. Only Mom and I knew about our incestuous actions under the coat.

Aside from making love, no one else could possibly discover what we were doing under that heavy military coat. I stopped pretending to be oblivious and felt a thrill, thinking, "Mom is so good." A strong urge to have sex with Mom, something I'd never felt before, surged within me. However, we were on the train; making love was impossible. I could only let Mom caress me, feeling her full, fleshy body so warm and solid. I really wanted to reach inside her vagina and explore, but I was also hesitant.

So, we continued to "sleep." Mom seemed to sense my thoughts; while touching my genitals, she began to guide my hand to touch hers.

However, I could only touch her through her clothes. At first, it was alright, but later, I felt unsatisfied and gestured to my mother with my eyes and fingers that it wasn't easy to touch her! My mother understood what I meant, so she leaned back in the car seat, trying to make her lower body more prominent so that it would be easier for me to touch her. Then, she loosened her belt under her coat and guided my hand to the depths of the flower core I had been longing for.

Twenty-one years ago, this was where I was born, and now it was the place where my mother and I wanted to have a physical struggle and battle. My God! At twenty-one years old, I had never touched any woman before. This was the first time I had touched a woman's lower body with my hand, and it was my own mother's lower body. At this moment, I felt that my mother's lower body was already wet, a warm, glistening wetness. When my hand reached down to touch my mother's tender vulva further, I felt my mother's legs tightly clamping my fingers. I could feel the hairy flesh there, the tender flesh tight, wet, and warm.

I didn't know what to do next. My mother probably sensed my intention; she gently spread her legs and, under her coat, took my hand in hers, rapidly stroking it against her plump vulva. Seeing that I hesitated to use force, she whispered in my ear, "Use force, it's okay!"

No one else on the bus was awake; only my mother and I were engaged in a profound sexual exchange under our coats. Beneath my fingers was my mother's tender vulva, and in her hand was my rock-hard penis. On the moving luxury bus, my mother and I were immersed in the boundless pleasure of this mother-son sexual intimacy. No one knew our secret, only my dear mother and I.

I felt my mother was so considerate; she seemed to know everything about her son's thoughts. But in my heart, I thought, "How wonderful it would be if Mom could be so close to me, skin to skin?"

At that moment, while Mom was accepting my caresses, she also seemed somewhat unsatisfied, so she kept pressing her hand against my penis, gesturing for me to touch her genitals more vigorously. She was moaning softly, her eyes half-closed. Finally, I couldn't hold back any longer and ejaculated. Mom seemed to realize I was about to ejaculate and wiped me repeatedly with her handkerchief.

Later, during our lovemaking, Mom mentioned that she had also experienced two uncontrollable orgasms on the bus, which explained the large amount of fluid she had produced, and the entire front of her underwear was soaked. I had been careless then, unaware of her orgasms, and hadn't properly cherished her. I was truly moved.

After ejaculating, Mom's hand was under her coat, tightly clasped with mine. I held hers, she held mine, and we didn't let go. Mom's hands were soft and delicate. I knew that this exchange of hands between us, a symbol of our established sexual relationship, was a silent expression of love. Holding my mother's slender hand, which had been tightly caressing my penis, I, as her son, felt like the happiest person in the world.

The next morning, around seven o'clock, we got off the bus. At that moment, my mother and I both knew that after that night on the bus, our relationship was no longer just that of mother and son, and we knew exactly what to do next. My mother carried my luggage ahead, eagerly heading home. I followed behind, looking at my mother's full, round buttocks, thinking that she was only forty-three years old. Although her figure was more robust than that of a young woman, I thought, a mother is a mother, and isn't making love with one's own mother a unique experience? I knew that beneath my mother's dignified exterior, her passionate love for her son was simply hidden by her winter clothes.

Recalling my mother's initiative in the car that night, and imagining our several hours together, I thought her wet and warm vagina was anxiously waiting for my arrival, and her snow-white, plump body would surely be at my disposal. I said, "Mom! My dear mom, let's go to bed as soon as we get home, okay?" My mother didn't say anything, just looked up, pursed her lips, smiled at me, then took my hand and quickened her pace home...

That day, my father wasn't home. As soon as we got home, my mother and I didn't do anything, we went straight to bed, took off our clothes, and tightly embraced each other naked. My mother said urgently, "Son, fuck me, fuck Mom!" Saying that, she spread her legs, grabbed my already hard penis, and pulled it towards her already wet vagina. She thrust it in immediately and began to make love to me wildly. In our first time making love, we did it three times in a row. Looking at my mother's panting body and hearing her kisses sweeter than honey, I felt an overwhelming surge of passion. During the nearly hour-long intercourse, my mother kept saying with pleasure, "Ah, Mom feels so good! Son, be gentle, be gentle, Mom is almost being fucked to death!" My mother's moans and groans were so alluring and stimulating, giving me such sexual bliss and excitement. I want those moans and groans to accompany me throughout my entire vacation, to accompany me for the rest of my life...

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