Incest Hotel Stories 1-8

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In the afternoon, bored out of my mind, I was slumped over the counter of a budget hotel, watching a mindless
TV drama on the computer screen

. *Ding!* My phone rang with a WeChat message. Seeing it was from my mother, I was startled. I opened it to find
a voice message. Hesitating, I looked around to make sure no one was watching, then held the phone to my ear and opened the message. A familiar
voice slowly came through:

"Li Yang, tomorrow is Dragon Boat Festival. Are you coming back? Come back quickly."

Such a perfectly legitimate matter, yet I acted like a thief. I berated myself for a moment, then replied instantly,
"Go back."

But just as I was about to send it, I hesitated.

I repeatedly deleted the words I had typed, and after much hesitation, I gritted my teeth and typed, "Mom, Sister Liu
asked me for leave yesterday to go back to her hometown. It's just me and Xiao Liu at the shop, so we won't be going back this year. I'll definitely come back when I have time."
Without giving myself time to hesitate, I sent it immediately.

A moment later, Mom replied, this time in text, not voice: "Okay, take care of yourself,
call me when you have time."

"Okay, Mom, you and Dad, take good care of yourselves?"

I stared at my phone, but no more messages came for a long time.

Over the past year, I'd gotten used to it; Mom would always chat casually, then disappear without
a message . But this invitation to come home was the first time in so many years.

I sighed, scrolling through Mom's WeChat Moments—mostly photos of flowers and plants.

The sky outside was overcast again, and the centipede-like scar on the back of my head started to itch and hurt again.

A flash of lightning streaked across the sky, followed by a downpour, the same weather as years ago. My memories inevitably
drifted back to that same rainy day.

August 25, 2013—this day will forever be etched in my memory, because on this very day, I
attempted rape, and the victim was my mother.

I was born in a third-tier city in Northeast China. My family of three, like millions of ordinary families, was warm
and ordinary. My parents would bicker over trivial matters, but they were very loving.

My father worked in a state-owned chemical plant. I heard he had been working there since graduating from high school. He
was a bit submissive, the kind of person who believed that suffering was a blessing. Perhaps his good fortune was truly boundless; his childhood friend was transferred to a managerial position
in the company, and my father naturally benefited from it. Housing was his priority, and he successfully
secured a small two-bedroom apartment of 57 square meters, ending his years of living in a single-story house.

My mother was 36 years old that year. People in rural areas tend to marry young. She had worked before, but
after she became a stay-at-home mom. Northeasterners are known for their straightforwardness and easygoing nature. Perhaps because of her
good interpersonal skills, she was very popular. I remember when we moved, some of the old neighbors in the single-story house were wiping away
tears . My mother was fair-skinned and didn't touch anything, which was better than some of them who had brought a lot of things. She was 160 cm tall and weighed 130 kg. She weighed a few pounds
, neither fat nor thin, with medium-length hair that reached her neck. She mainly didn't like long hair because it was too much trouble to manage, but
this hairstyle suited her well, making her look very capable. You'd think she was a white-collar worker in some company .

As for me, I was much simpler. Back then, I had no special skills, just an ordinary nobody among the masses. In junior high
, I was still using an old Nokia phone, which could only play Snake.
Seeing Samsung, Apple, and other phones with big screens and many functions filled me with envy. I
asked my mom many times to get me a smartphone, but each time she refused and even beat me. Her
only words were always, "Kid, what are you playing with? This phone can make and receive calls, that's enough. Your
job is to study hard." Since it wasn't broken, I wanted to find a way to break it!

Although Nokia could withstand my torment, it couldn't withstand the wheels of time. Even the wheels of time
can't withstand the wheels of a truck. When I showed my mom the ultra-thin Nokia, she was stunned. Then
I got a beating. I survived, but I achieved my goal. It was this phone call that made things unfold in a way that exceeded
everyone's expectations.

Have you ever heard of the phone brand "Treading Waves"? I still don't understand why a phone would be called that.
Is it waterproof?

When my mom gave me this phone, I was disappointed. It turned out to be my aunt's husband's old phone.
My dad went to his house yesterday and brought it back, and today he gave it to me.

Although it's a bit worn and a little laggy, it's still a smartphone, isn't it? I already knew the Wi-Fi password for my classmate's house upstairs
, but I just hadn't been able to connect to anything. Now I could finally do what I wanted. I
couldn't wait to turn on the phone. Seeing the boot animation still made me laugh. A wave suddenly appeared on the ocean, and a
phone was riding the wave. Although it lagged a few times, it still exuded a powerful aura.

That evening... After my parents went to sleep, I secretly hid under the covers and studied the video for a while. I discovered there was
a file , so I opened it. Suddenly, the quiet room was filled
with a series of loud noises from under the covers, like "yarn belt, yaku yaku, pa pa pa," which startled me. I quickly turned off the phone and pretended to be dead under the covers.
If my fierce mother found out, I'd be in big trouble...

After waiting for a while, I only heard my father snoring from the opposite room; no one came out. Only then did I
relax. When I turned off the sound and reopened the video, I felt my worldview was turned upside down.
Before, I had only ever heard of... I'd never seen a pornographic film before.

At that moment, all of a woman's secrets were laid bare before my eyes: what's an anus, what's a labia, what's a clitoris?
As the male actor inserted and withdrew his penis, streams of vaginal fluid flowed from the female actor's vagina. I was aroused.
My hand unconsciously began to stroke my penis. When the male actor sped up, I felt a jolt in my
glans, and streams of virgin semen erupted along with the female actor's orgasm on the phone. I quickly tidied myself up and
drifted off to sleep

. Actually, what truly changed my perspective was a website on my phone's browser. I casually browsed through it, and when I saw
the incest section, I clicked on it. Each article, filled with seductive titles, was like a bomb, shattering my
young heart. I felt like a sponge soaking in water, frantically absorbing the moisture.

I used to swear I'd never considered my mother a woman. Who would have any
thoughts ? But after reading so many novels, looking at my mother again gave me a strange look. It turned out my mother...
My mom is very beautiful and has a great figure. What do her breasts look like? Is her vagina like a Japanese porn star's?
Does she also produce a lot of fluid?

But back then, I viewed my mother with a sense of new understanding, never daring to cross any boundaries,
only observing from afar. My mother didn't notice anything unusual.

One particularly memorable incident was because of this particular event, which I found irresistible. It was a very hot and humid day.
My mother finished cooking and took a shower. She was dressed casually at home, in a basketball uniform with sleeves,
without a bra. As she picked up some food, her two white breasts were faintly visible, and
the scent of soap wafted into my nose. My penis was erect, creating a tent in my shorts. I sat up straight,
my eyes unconsciously glancing at her neckline.

Suddenly, my mother said, "Why have your grades dropped lately?" Then, frowning, she added, "I always tell
you to sit properly, but you don't listen. Why are you sitting so straight while eating? You spill oil on your clothes, wash it yourself!" She
glared at me fiercely.

Feeling guilty after that glare, my hand went limp, and the chopsticks fell. I managed to cushion them with my foot, and they landed right in the center
of the table . Our table is one of those big, round ones. I bent over, face to face, and reached out haphazardly, but
I couldn't reach them.

Seeing me dawdling over picking up the chopsticks, Mom, while holding the table, looked down and said, "If you can't reach them,
squat down to pick them up. Your arms aren't that long; you've already pushed the table away."

Oh, I squatted down. I looked up, and my head went blank. Mom was sitting with her legs crossed. She was already
fair-skinned, but a patch of black hair... The light was blinding. I rubbed my eyes, trying to capture the moment.
Even the lingering moisture on her pubic hair didn't escape my notice. Unfortunately, Mom had her legs together, so I couldn't see her labia,
but even that was enough to get my blood pumping. My previously softened penis instantly became erect, even
larger than before. "Thump thump thump!" "You take so long to pick up a chopstick? Rinse it with water before using it. Why
isn't your dad home yet? He should be off work by now," Mom said, standing up. I pressed my throbbing penis against the wall and
hurriedly hid in the bathroom, thinking about the scene from just now, smelling the... The scent lingered from my mother's shower in the bathroom.
Suddenly I noticed a black hair on the edge of the sink. I picked it up like
a precious gem, inhaling the aroma, and vigorously masturbated, ejaculating everywhere. Days
passed . The college entrance exam was approaching, and my classmates seemed like soldiers about to enter battle. But my mind wasn't on studying at all
; my eyes were glued to my mother's every move. My mother would never have imagined that the son who feared her like a tiger
had completely focused on her. Who would be fully armed in their own home? I pretended that my mother still
treated me like a child, and that one pubic hair of hers, which I treasured so much, was tucked away in my dictionary (it's probably still tucked away somewhere
now ). Gradually, I became dissatisfied with just looking; I wanted actual contact

. I carefully read many mother-son novels, some of which were too far-fetched. The son's penis would get hard and the mother would become sexually aroused.
If everyone was like that, what a mess the world would be in...

I tried many methods. Actually, my thoughts were very simple at that time. I didn't want to have sex with my mother; I just wanted to
take off her pants and take a serious look at what was below her pubic hair, and whether it was the same as in porn.

I tried hard to get closer to my mom, but the most I ever did was hold her hand when we crossed the street. As for
helping with chores, she complained that I was clumsy. "Alright, go back to your studies. You're just making things worse. Look, the dishes
aren't even clean!"

I quickly said, "I just wanted to help you with the chores so you could have an easier time."

My mom said, "Okay, just stop arguing with your dad."

When it rained and thundered, I said I was scared and wanted to sleep with my parents. My mom looked at me and said, "Why are you getting more and more like
a child? Didn't you used to love watching thunder? (I loved watching thunder and lightning since I was little; when I was in elementary school, we lived in a single-story house, and I moved
a stool and watched lightning all night.) Go back to your own bed. You're so old and you still want to sleep with your parents? Aren't you ashamed?"

My dad then tried to smooth things over, saying, "It's alright, the child will go to university after the college entrance exam. She wants to be closer to us
. Come on!" My dad patted the empty seat next to him. "Sleep with Dad."

2. I quickly grabbed my pillow and ran away.

I read an article about a mother who masturbated her child because of the pressure of the college entrance exam, and the child eventually had sex. I decided to try it.
"Mom, the college entrance exam is coming up soon, and I'm under a lot of pressure."

My mom didn't even turn her head and said while washing the dishes, "I never really expected you to get into Tsinghua or Peking University. Just do your best
. Look at your Aunt Liu's child upstairs. He's always in the top 3 of his class. He studies at home every day
. Look at you, always holding that stupid phone. You know the college entrance exam is coming up, but you're still being lazy.
How come he doesn't have any pressure? Okay, tomorrow your dad will take you to the zoo. We'll
have . If you don't pass the exam, you can learn to drive an excavator from your second uncle. With that skill, you won't starve in the future
..." Isn't she treating me like a child? Zoo, excavator, what kind of zoo or machine? I have no interest in any of that.
If I said at this point, "Mom, masturbate me," I might get beaten to death before I even pulled out my penis. This college entrance exam
trick failed.

I also went to the pharmacy to buy sleeping pills, two at a time. After saving them up for three days, I ground all six sleeping pills into ashes. When my dad
went to work the night shift, I secretly put them in the milk my mom always drank at night. I waited excitedly, waiting and
waiting... In the end, I fell asleep, but she was still awake because she kept running to the toilet.
The next day, she was dehydrated from diarrhea and packed up all the milk in the refrigerator and threw it downstairs. As for those chemical anesthetics,
where could I them? Even if I could buy them, the high price was beyond what a poor student like me could afford back then. The attempt to rape her failed.

Every Saturday around 11 PM, my parents make love. Don't ask me how I know. Before they do, Mom
checks if I'm asleep, covers me with a blanket, and closes my bedroom door behind her, probably afraid I'll suddenly
appear . They always lock their door

from the inside. I open my bedroom door barefoot and silently, pressing my ear against it to listen.
Most of the there's not much sound, just the creaking of the wooden bed. Sometimes, if I'm lucky, I can hear Mom
's soft moans. Even that slight sound is quite satisfying to me. I close my eyes,
imagine the scene, and masturbate. When the creaking of the bed suddenly stops, I quickly grab my
underwear and hide in my room, lying under the covers pretending to be dead.

Soon, Mom would emerge like a thief, her hand pressed against her crotch
, hurrying silently towards the bathroom with small, quick steps. Inside the house, Dad's heavy, panting breathing could be heard. Every time they made love, I would get so anxious I
'd scratch my head, but there was nothing I could do. All I could do was masturbate to keep myself from having these thoughts.

Someone reading this might ask, "Why don't you go after your female classmates instead of focusing all your energy on your mom
?"

Back then, it was the era of Korean oppas, and all the single-eyelid boys in school suddenly became popular, especially
one guy in our class named Zheng Yuan, who shared the same name as the singer. Thinking about him now still makes me feel nauseous. This guy
looked a bit like Do Min-joon oppa, and he changed girlfriends every day. Those idiots would chatter endlessly whenever they saw him
. He really thought he was a star. He wore a long-sleeved Zhongshan suit all summer long, not afraid of getting
heat rash. His family was much better off than us poor guys; his wallet was full of bills. Why did I
hate this guy so much? It wasn't because I only had 50 cents or a dollar in my pocket, nor because I
looked , nor because he was handsome. It was because he slapped me once, and I'll have to deal with him later.

The demons in your heart, if nurtured for too long, will give birth to monsters. Once these monsters take shape, they can no longer be suppressed by reason
. Time passed unnoticed, and soon the college entrance exam was approaching. Even last-minute cramming can be
effective, and I had a foundation to begin with. Although I had neglected my studies recently, senior year was mainly about review. After releasing excess
energy each day, I picked up my books again and started studying seriously.

When it came time to choose my university, my parents selected a local university for me, saying it was close to home and
would , and I could go home on Saturdays and Sundays. However, I strongly objected. I deliberately chose a
university in the south, far from home, but this was met with strong opposition from my parents. After my insistence, my
parents , especially my mother, finally gave in, not wanting

me to be distracted by where I would go before the exam even started. Only I knew the bitterness. I wanted to escape my mother; facing her all day would break me.
So many nights, when she brought me nutritional supplements, the delicate fragrance wafting from her body filled my nostrils. So many
times I resisted the urge to overthrow her.

The three days of the college entrance exam passed quickly. I did reasonably well; getting into that southern university should
n't be a problem. All that remained was waiting for the acceptance letter. But these few days changed the course of my life

. On the day the acceptance letter arrived, some cried, some laughed, and I, too, got into that southern
university as I had hoped. My classmates decided to have a reunion. I really didn't want to go. First, I wasn't very familiar with these people;
in three years, I hadn't even spoken to some of them. Only two or three of them were close friends. Second, each time,
everyone had to pay 200 yuan as a gift. As I said, my family's financial situation was very average; we relied on my dad
's 4000 yuan a month. Third, because we had already had many reunions since the exam—teacher appreciation banquets, youth banquets,
all sorts of names—200 yuan

per person. "Five hundred yuan," my mom said, folding the bill neatly and putting it in my shirt pocket. "Keep the money safe so you don't lose it .
By the way, what time are you coming back? Do you need me to save some food for you?"

I was a little annoyed that she treated me like a child. "I'm not a child, how could I lose it? Unless
I get robbed. Li Li said she's going to karaoke after dinner, it'll be at least tonight, so don't save me any.
Spending so much money and not even getting enough to eat, I won't go." I grinned, and my mom laughed. Her
almond-shaped eyes narrowed into slits as she smiled and said, "Okay, then go and eat more. I'll
pack up later, so it won't
be a mess." Then, with a touch of sadness, she said, "You didn't listen when you applied to a nearby university, you insisted on going so far away. What, you think you're all grown up now?" I thought to myself, "It's all because of you," but I said, "Mom, don't worry
, I'm all grown up now. I want to go out and see the world. I can't stay cooped up at home forever, can I?" Mom gave me
a light tap on the head. "Fine, son grows up and doesn't listen to his mother anymore."

Maybe it was the name of this farewell party that was badly chosen. The sky was overcast from morning, and as soon as I sat down, there was
thunder and lightning outside. The gathering that day was different from the previous ones. This time, all the classmates drank a lot of alcohol, including me.
I've drunk alcohol before, but only beer. This time, everyone had a glass of 42-degree baijiu. After three gulps, maybe it's
true speak the truth when they're drunk. Before long, everyone was talking about how one person had a crush on another, and another had a crush on yet another. At this moment, the class monitor, Yu Xiaoxiao
, raised her glass and said some touching words. When she said that we 5 When we met again after a year, she downed more than half a glass of
baijiu . Her originally youthful and fair face instantly flushed red. Since one girl had finished hers,
the rest of us couldn't refuse, so we all pretended to be tough and downed our glasses of baijiu as well. After several
rounds of food and drinks, everyone said many heartfelt things. I guess when they sobered up, few remembered what
they said. We had planned to go to karaoke, but most of the four tables of people were already passed out, so
we had to cancel the karaoke plan.

As soon as I stepped out of the restaurant, a gust of wind and rain hit me. Having already vomited most of what I ate, I felt
even more dizzy. I hailed a taxi, and when I staggered home, it was almost 4 a.m., and the sky
looked like middle of the night. The weather that month felt like winter. I was soaked to
the bone I fumbled in my pocket for my keys several times but couldn't find them. I knocked on the door a few times, waited a while, but no one answered.
I took the keys out again and opened the door. Several open duffel bags were
stacked neatly by the door, containing my winter clothes. There were a few leftover dishes on the table, and bottles of liquor and beer
were scattered haphazardly . I called out "Mom," but no one answered. She wasn't home. I didn't care anymore.
I grabbed a bottle of Sprite from the table and gulped down a large mouthful. The nausea intensified considerably.

I went into the bathroom, where a pungent smell... The smell of alcohol almost made me vomit. There was a large puddle of vomit on the floor. I
wondered why I had vomited outside, and how come there was some in the house? I dried myself off, tidied myself up
quickly (rinsing myself with the hose), and thought I'd go back to my room to lie down for a while. My room and my parents' room were opposite each other. I saw that
the door to my parents' bedroom was ajar.

I quietly pushed the door open. My mother was curled up, snoring softly. She seemed to be sleeping soundly.
Since the college entrance exam, my physical attraction to my mother hadn't been as strong as before, but that didn't mean I had no feelings for her. The room
was dark, with only the living room light on. Normally, I would never dare to cross the line, let alone get into a drinking party.
Bold courage emboldened me, and I took my wicked first step towards my sleeping mother.

I quietly moved to the edge of her bed, peeked out, and saw she was lying face down, her
hair tied in a small braid, a few strands of soft skin clinging to her rosy cheeks, a trace of drool at the corner of her mouth, and a strong
smell of alcohol emanating from her. She was covered by a thin summer blanket, one leg sticking out and resting on the blanket.
She was only wearing white panties. I reached out and lifted a corner of the blanket

… I swallowed hard. From the outside, you would never guess how full her buttocks were; the
pinkish-white flesh was tightly wrapped in white panties, her mons pubis bulging… The skin against her inner thighs
was somewhat dark, and a few pubic hairs peeked out from under her underwear. I stared intently at my mother's expression as I carefully
moved the blanket aside. Soon, her entire lower body was uncovered. She knelt by the bed, and I used my phone to illuminate
a slit in the edge of her panties. I could see dark pubic hair and her labia vaguely visible. My head was almost touching
her buttocks, my eyes trying to pierce through that slit.

My penis was already hard and aching. A voice inside me seemed to say, "Remove this fig leaf, remove
my mother 's last fig leaf. She's drunk. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. If I miss it, I'll never have
another chance like this. And she won't know!" But no, this is my mother. If she finds out, I'll be
beaten to death . But if I just back out like this, I'm not willing to give up. Two voices kept arguing in my head. In the end
, desire overcame reason. I gritted my teeth. I'll take a look!

I reached out with trembling fingers and hooked the corner of her panties. In my nervousness, I slipped, and the elastic band
snapped against my mother's buttocks with a loud "smack!" Startled, I quickly knelt beside the bed, turned off the phone, and
held my breath. The only sounds in the room were my wildly beating heart and my mother's deep snores. After a few minutes, like
a devout believer, I knelt by the bed, holding one side of the panties with two fingers, listening to my mother's breathing,
and gently, slowly pulled them open. Thankfully, the panties were of good quality.

When my mother's entire vulva appeared before me, I instinctively licked my lips. Her full buttocks,
high pubis, dark pubic hair, and slightly closed, brownish labia majora, with the two labia minora
standing like flower stamens inside, one on each side protecting my mother's alluring vulva—the entire vulva seemed… A lily bud,
about to bloom , and the fresh scent of soap mingled with an indescribable aroma filled my mind.
I greedily pressed my nose to my mother's vulva, inhaling deeply several times. Unable to resist the temptation, I
kissed her genitals. I gently stroked her soft pubic hair with my nose, my mouth
kissing . I held her slippery labia minora in my mouth, savoring their taste. When
my tongue licked a small bump at the vulva, my mother's body suddenly trembled. I suddenly
realized what this was. I withdrew my tongue from her vagina and took her clitoris into my mouth, gently
sucking on it, making soft, soft sounds… My mother's body began to twist involuntarily. I quickly
pulled my face, covered in semen, away from her body. I looked up at her; her eyes were tightly closed, her face flushed, and fine beads of sweat trickled down her cheeks.
She was breathing heavily through her mouth, and her body, which had been lying on her side, slowly turned to lie flat. The summer blanket covering her was
thrown to the ground, revealing a pair of slightly red, sweaty breasts. The nipples, the size of a dime, stood erect at their peaks
(my mother never wears a bra when she sleeps, and I often see this). My mother murmured moans,
"Mmm , so good, Qiangzi (my father), so good, mmm… faster, faster…" I quickly released
my fingers from her panties; if I didn't let go, my hand would be pinned down by her. Beneath her buttocks, her waist twisted more and more violently, her thighs rubbing
back and forth , her buttocks rising and falling, her arms moving erratically from side to side, her breasts
swaying left and right with her movements. With each twist, a ring of moisture appeared around her white panties, which had returned to their original position.
My face was filled with the scent of my mother's love juice, mixed with my sweat and alcohol—a smell that seemed capable of driving one mad.
My eyes reddened as I reached out and grabbed my mother's tottering panties, pulling them down to her calves

. I gently traced the cleft between her rubbing thighs, slowly
opening her legs. When her vulva reappeared before my eyes, she was already in a m-shaped position. Her vulva
was glistening, whether from my saliva or her vaginal fluids. Her thick labia majora were engorged and fully open
, pubic hair sticking haphazardly to them. Her labia minora were slightly swollen and open, and from the reddish flesh
, streams of vaginal fluid were flowing out. Her purplish-red clitoris looked as if it were about to bleed.

I kicked my underwear away and jumped between my mother's legs.
Holding I looked down at this completely naked woman. As I played with her breasts, I suddenly had an indescribable
feeling. Was this the tigress who had always beaten me since I was a child? Was this the nagging, incessantly chattering
woman? Was this the nanny who had always taken care of me and cooked for me? Was this woman my mother
? As I guided my penis into my mother's wet, slippery vagina, as my glans felt the layers of
folds inside her vagina

(During this World Cup, the shop has been very busy, and I can only squeeze in time to write on my phone. I have even less time at night,
you know, so there may be many typos, I'm very sorry. This is not a copy taken from anyone else, it's
my original work. Actually, writing this is too mentally taxing. My story isn't actually that complicated, it's very simple.
But if it's too simple, it won't be exciting, and if it's exciting, it's too difficult. It's not easy to add something to what already exists.)

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