The extent of his obsession with his son

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Son (I won't call you by your nickname):

My heart is filled with complex emotions as I write this letter. You may never see this letter published here
because I know you well. Although you have a computer and like to surf the internet, you rarely visit these kinds of websites, and besides, you
don't have the time for that.

Your handsome appearance, quick wit, and generous and humorous conversation deeply impressed me. At the time, I was very
happy for my wife, happy that she had good taste in finding a good boyfriend. But I also felt a little uneasy about you.
You are almost the exact embodiment of the prince charming I had when I was a young girl. During that time, I learned to
masturbate, and the person I fantasized about while masturbating was so similar to you (including after I married your father). Whenever

you come over, I feel incredibly happy. Our home is a world of joy. I feel especially lost after you leave, and I eagerly anticipate your next visit. When you two sneak into my wife's room to be intimate, I feel inexplicably excited. Your home isn't in the Land of the Dragons, but your work is here. You and my wife moved in with us after only a short courtship. Actually, I saw you busy with work all day long, and you didn't even bother to clean the rented apartment. My wife isn't exactly a girl who can manage housework or serve a man, so I persuaded her to let you come and live with us. I know very well what the relationship between you two had reached. I 'm my wife's mother, and I've been through this myself. My wife was a virgin before she started dating, and I can see the changes in her . Although we don't communicate often, we understand each other implicitly. I invited you to live with us partly to take care of you, and partly because I have an unspoken desire to be closer to you. 　　Your sexual prowess surprises both your father and me. Almost every night, we can hear the sounds of you making love for a long time coming from your wife's room next door. We hear her soft, joyful moans and the way she tries To be honest, your father's sexual ability has been poor since we got married. In over twenty years of marriage, I have almost never experienced an orgasm during intercourse. Every time we make love, when , I always fantasize about making love with another person. I think you are so similar to that person. Your father often finishes abruptly when I am "in the mood," so I have to continue the habit of masturbation to make myself happy. I'm obsessed with you. Every day I stay up late just to see you come out of the bathroom after your shower. You're usually dressed very lightly, sometimes just in your underwear. Seeing your handsome face, your well-proportioned figure, your strong muscles, and your prominent genitals, my heart is captivated. My lower body gets incredibly wet. I long for you to push me down on the sofa , kiss me, touch me, and invade me with your hard, erect penis… But you just give me a slight smile and quickly go into your wife's room. When you walk past me in just your underwear, I can see a hint of shyness in your eyes, which makes my heart flutter… 　　My wife doesn't know how to do laundry, so I wash all your clothes. My wife used to tell me not to wash your underwear, so I made excuses that you were busy with work and I would do the housework. Actually, I really enjoy washing your underwear, especially your panties, which often have your semen and my wife's… The love fluid you secrete excites me. Every time before I wash your underwear (it's during the day when you and your father are at work), I hold it to my nose and sniff it deeply, smelling the strong scent of your semen (including my wife's underwear). My wife and I are about the same , and masturbating while wearing my wife's underwear soaked with your semen and my wife's love fluid is incredibly stimulating. As your mother, I know your menstrual cycle better than anyone. I also know that you don't usually use anything when you have sex, except for condoms during my wife's ovulation period. So, in the mornings when no one is home, I go to the toilet paper bin in the bathroom and find the toilet paper or condoms you used when you had sex the night before. I sniff and lick them, licking the condom clean of your semen inside and the love fluid on my wife's outside. I fantasize about you thrusting wildly and shoving your thick penis into my mouth and ejaculating... My obsession with you makes me very familiar with my wife's secretions and body odor. Although I am a highly educated intellectual, I know in my heart how morbid and unrealistic my love and desire for you are, but I cannot control myself. 　　On the night of National Day, you two were out partying and didn't come back until very late. You were probably both quite drunk and very excited. You were making love very wildly next door, not even caring whether your father and I were asleep, and you didn't control the volume anymore. The sound of the mattress rubbing, your loud moans, and the words you said during sex were so clear to me. After a while, your father was also infected by you and groped his way to lie on top of me. At that moment, I was so happy. In my fantasy, the person on my body was you. It was you using that thick penis on me. My body was moving in and out of yours. With my eyes closed, I groaned loudly and held your father tightly, even calling out your nickname. I was startled, but luckily your father was too excited to hear me. He quickly stopped and went to sleep. Meanwhile, the earth was still shaking on your side. From your wife's repeated cries I counted that you brought her to nine orgasms. With the sound of your final thrust and your deep roar, I also used my hand to ejaculate three times with you... 　　Do you remember that family dinner not long after? You, your wife, and your father got drunk quickly, even though you hadn't drunk much. They were all sleepy and went to their rooms to sleep soon after. That was my trick. I had slipped a few sleeping pills into your drinks and some of your favorite dishes (you didn't notice I didn't eat any of the food). After you were all sound asleep, I quietly entered your room with a glass of sleeping pill water (I had a key to your wife's room, and besides, you hadn't locked the door that day). I watched you sleeping in each other's arms, your hand slipping under your wife's nightgown to grasp her breast, while she pulled your penis out of your underwear and held it tightly. This must be your habit when you sleep together. I gently pried open your mouths and fed you the sleeping pill water with a spoon. After a long time, probably because the drug was quite strong (you had taken quite a bit of sleeping pills while drinking and eating), I gently nudged you , calling your nicknames. You didn't respond from your deep sleep, so I turned your body upright. Your hand was very reluctant.

My hand slid down my wife's breast, but it never left your little brother. I greedily
kissed When I kissed your little brother, I removed my wife's hand and, I don't know where I got the courage
, gently took it into my mouth. It was something I had longed for for so long. It quickly swelled and hardened in my mouth, throbbing
gently as my tongue and lips swirled around it.

I had experienced something similar with your father, a man who had once asked
me to suck his penis, but I had never agreed. That night was the first time in my life that I had sucked a man's penis. The
stimulation made my underwear soaking wet. I went crazy.

I first took off my underwear and then gently climbed onto your bed, straddling you.
When you raised your penis and aimed it at my vagina, I hesitated for a moment. After all, it was incest, an act despised by the world.
But my lust finally overcame my reason. I couldn't care less. When you sat down and entered my body,
the sensation made me tremble several times. It was my son's penis,
the inside me!

It was much thicker and longer than your father's, filling me completely. I moved up and down
for only a dozen or so times before I collapsed onto you, trembling all over. The orgasm came so quickly. I was truly intoxicated.
My decades-long dream had finally come true. The feeling was indescribable. In your dream, you might have
mistaken your wife, murmuring her name and moaning. This reminded me of my wife sleeping soundly beside me,
lying on her back wearing only a nightgown and a semi-transparent flesh-colored panty. I pulled her loose nightgown up to her
neck. We've never bathed together since she grew up, and this was the first
time . She is indeed very beautiful; she inherited all the best features. I did
something that surprised me later: my right hand gently caressed her breasts, while my left hand groped for my own breasts inside my nightgown.
Her breasts are about the same size as mine, but more elastic and firmer. After all, she's young. Looking at your
face, touching my wife and... I started moving my hips up and down again, and you inside me felt so real.
Every time I sat down, you reached the very end of my penis. I couldn't help but gasp and moan. You and my wife
also let out soft moans as I continued to move and caress you.

Before long, I had another orgasm.
My whole body trembled, my mind went blank, and all I knew was to sit down hard and rock back and forth vigorously, letting
your little brother, which was reaching the very end of my penis, keep teasing me inside. Your lower abdomen was covered with my
fluids, and your moans intensified. Your eyelids blinked as if you were about to wake up. My wife also moaned, grabbed my hand, pressed it against her
breasts, pulled her down to her lower body, and turned to lean against you. I had no choice but to... I didn't want to leave you, I got out of bed and moved away.
How reluctant I
was to let you leave my body! You two were tightly embracing again, my wife's hand gripping your penis, slippery from my vaginal fluid, and stroking it. But you,
unaccustomed to being suddenly separated from my vagina, moved blindly against my wife...

Seeing that you hadn't woken up yet, I had a sudden idea. I went forward and gently pulled down my wife's panties. In her sleep,
Xiaoli actually turned to the side, raised her buttocks, and cooperated with me to remove her panties. I helped my wife lift you onto her, and you skillfully entered my wife's vagina. I lay at the foot of the bed, watching you slowly move in and out of my wife's body
in the dim light , my wife's pubic hair and labia... She
looked exactly like me when I was young.
My wife was moaning with pleasure in her sleep. I doubt many mothers in the world could witness such a scene. It
was so stimulating. I couldn't help but walk to the bedside, one hand between you, kneading my wife's breasts,
while the other hand was rapidly thrusting in and out of my own vagina. I reached another climax, while you both fell into a deep
sleep. Your penis remained inside my wife's body.

That night, when I returned to my room, my feelings were complicated. On one hand, I was overjoyed that I had secretly taken you from my wife,
fulfilling my dream. On the other hand, I felt remorse for my shamelessness and lewdness. I
had . I am your future mother-in-law! But I couldn't extricate myself. Later, I repeated the same trick. But
just as I was passionately moving on you, I saw my wife's eyes turn from surprise to anger, while you were still
immersed in the pleasure of your lovemaking, oblivious to everything.

My wife definitely didn't tell you anything, but I know that during that
time you were puzzled by how she had changed. She would inexplicably get angry at you, cry for no reason, and insist on
jointly buying a house with you (your previous agreement was that you would save up enough money to buy the house). She moved in without waiting for renovations
and got married very quickly. She wouldn't let me attend the wedding ceremony, stopped talking to me, and even
stopped coming home after the wedding, not even on my days off…

Ever since that incident with my wife, I've lived in deep self-blame, afraid to see
my daughter . I even considered suicide at one point…

Posting this here is a way for me to release my own pressure.
Although this letter is for you, I pray you never see it…

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