Pianist Mother

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In January of this year, my mother gave birth to a little sister. Everyone in the family was overjoyed, and I
was especially delighted. However, I couldn't tell anyone in the family the real reason for my joy, especially my mother.

Only I knew that my biological mother had given birth to a daughter for me.

This was a secret known only to me. The person who got my mother pregnant and gave birth to my sister was actually me; I
am my sister's biological father.

My mother is a piano teacher. Her job is to teach children to play the piano in classrooms. Because of her job
, my mother has always paid great attention to her appearance. My mother was already very beautiful, with delicate
features, an elegant temperament, fair skin, and a shapely figure. Combined with her height of 168 centimeters,
she was even more elegant and charming when wearing formal suits and high heels.

After I entered puberty, I began to develop a sexual interest in my mother. Whenever I see
my beautiful mother, made up and wearing a tight skirt, nude stockings, and black high heels, my penis involuntarily becomes violently erect, and I have to masturbate
several times to relieve my lust for her.

I gradually realized that I had a severe "Oedipus complex."

After the second year of junior high school, I became bolder and often sneaked to the bathroom door to admire my mother's
"beauty emerging from the bath" while she was showering. My mother would take off her contact lenses before showering, so she would never notice that
a pair of eyes were feasting their eyes under the ventilation hole of the door.

Even when my mother was showering and my father and sister happened to be out, I, with my boundless lust, would
strip naked outside the bathroom door and masturbate while admiring my mother's skin. My naked mother
and I were only separated by the door. When my mother's body was close to me, I would ejaculate my "love" for my mother through the ventilation hole
.

Several times, my mother stood very close to the door, and the semen I ejaculated through the vent even sprayed onto her
calves. Fortunately, the constant hot water prevented her from feeling the warm semen flowing down her beautiful legs
. Although my mother's body had come into contact with my semen, I was not satisfied. My true
desire was to have sex with my beautiful mother, to leave my semen inside her.

Because my mother's female body was so sexy and alluring, several times I almost couldn't resist rushing into the bathroom
to possess her, but in the end, I restrained myself. Not because of cowardice, but because reason wouldn't
allow me to do such a thing as raping my own mother.

I knew that the only way to cure my Oedipus complex was to have my mother's body, just once
, to taste what it felt like to penetrate her, and I would be satisfied. But I knew very well that
I might never get what I wanted.

But I never expected that last April…

Last April, I was a ninth-grade student, only fifteen years old.

That day in class, I wasn't paying attention at all. I kept thinking about
how my mother looked when she left the house that morning.

She was wearing a purple velvet suit, paired with iron-gray stockings and black high heels. This
outfit made her look both noble and elegant, yet also mysterious and sexy, making my
heart flutter. I really wanted to hold her in my arms and cherish her.

That evening, I rushed home as soon as I finished my tutoring class. I hadn't had a chance to
masturbate with my mother while she showered for several days, and I hoped today would be my chance.

Of course, I never imagined that half an hour later I would be able to hold my mother tightly and even
impregnate her with my semen.

Not long after I got home, my mother returned. Having thought about her all day, my heart started pounding
.

My mother, lightly made up, asked softly if my father and sister had returned.

"They're not back yet," I replied. Overwhelmed with love for my mother, I couldn't help but muster the courage
to say, "Mom, you look so beautiful today."

"Really?" Hearing her son's praise, my mother seemed delighted. "Why are you being so
sweet today?" Of course, my mother wouldn't take my words as flirtation; after all, I was her child, and she would only think I was childish
.

But my mother didn't know that as I said that, my penis was already erect.

As my mother took off her high heels, I deliberately stood behind her to admire her
long legs clad in stockings under her purple pencil skirt. I couldn't help but swallow hard: "Mom is 35 years old, and her legs are still so long and beautiful."

My lust for my mother was reignited; I couldn't resist masturbating in front of her today.

A while later, my mother indeed changed into a bathrobe and went into the bathroom. I knew my chance had come again. Wearing only
my underwear, I quietly left my room and went to the bathroom door.

I peered through the vent and saw my mother undoing her hair bun. Her wispy strands flowed freely,
making her look even more alluring.

Then, she slowly removed her bathrobe, and once again, a beautiful scene unfolded before my eyes. I felt my violently
erect penis almost burst through my underwear.

My mother then untied the necklace from her neck. Just as I was anticipating her removing her bra and panties, the
necklace accidentally fell to the floor. My mother knelt down to pick it up. I was startled and
quickly hid; it would be terrible if my mother saw me.

After a while, I mustered my courage and peeked again. My mother was checking if the necklace pendant was broken before
she stood up.

But as soon as she stood up, she suddenly collapsed and fainted on the bathroom floor.

My mother had fainted before when getting out of bed. The doctor said it was postural hypotension, and coupled with
anemia, she couldn't get up too quickly, otherwise she might faint.

Seeing my mother faint startled me, but I immediately remembered her history of postural hypotension

. I quickly turned the bathroom doorknob; the door was locked, but it was a coin-operated
latch lock, so I entered the bathroom.

I called my mother a few times, but she didn't wake up, so I helped her up and then lifted her up in my arms.

As I held my mother's smooth, soft body in my arms, a sudden
sense of satisfaction, like holding a beautiful woman, welled up inside me.

Looking at the "beauty" in my arms, my mother seemed like my prey. I was instantly overcome with lust.

I carried my mother to her bedroom and gently laid her on the bed.

Looking at my nearly naked mother before me, I couldn't resist the urge to embrace her and kiss her. I remembered the last time
my mother fainted upon waking, and it seemed she didn't wake up for twenty or thirty minutes. If I seized this opportunity, my mother would
be mine.

With such a beauty before me, even with my own mother, it was difficult to resist lust.

But doing so would be incest. My mother loved me so much; how could I offend her? And what if my mother suddenly woke up
? What would I do then?

Lust and reason battled within me. She wasn't just any woman; she was my mother, the one who gave me life
. But with my burning desire, how could I not release my pent-up lust?

The last vestige of reason wouldn't allow me to commit incest with my mother, so I told myself: I won't "enter"

her body; I'll only caress and kiss her, then ejaculate on her.

(But in my youth, I underestimated the power of sex.)

I finally reached out with slightly trembling hands, first unhooking my mother's bra, revealing her full, round
breasts. Then I pulled down her thin panties. I never imagined I would one day be able to
remove my mother's bra and panties with my own hands.

As the pink cotton panties were pulled down from her waist, her dark, shiny pubic hair came into view.
Among that pubic hair, I saw the place I had longed for. That was where I was born, fifteen years ago
.

The moment my mother's vulva appeared before me, reason began to crumble.

I had never really looked closely at my mother's vulva before. Every time I peeked at her while she bathed, her mysterious, forbidden
area was always partially veiled. Now, not only did I see it, but I was so close.

I pulled down my underwear, which had already fallen to my mother's knees, and tossed it aside. My mother's bright, snow-white female body
was now fully displayed before my eyes.

"You've always liked your mother, haven't you? Now you can have her, how can you miss this opportunity? Besides,
your feelings for her are love, not lust."

"Mom! I really love you, I must have you!"

In my eyes, my kind and gentle mother had transformed into a woman of irresistible allure. I quickly pulled down my own
underwear, revealing my erect penis, and faced my mother.

We were now naked before each other. Looking at my mother's captivating curves and soft, smooth skin,
I couldn't resist. I got into bed, ready to violate my mother.

The next few minutes were the happiest and most unforgettable time of my life.

Driven by lust, I boldly stretched out my arms and embraced my mother, holding her hot, feminine body.
I pressed myself against her, my penis against her vulva, eyeing her vagina intently.

I trembled with nervousness, worried that my father and sister might suddenly return, and also that my mother might wake up now.

If she did wake up, I wouldn't be able to explain to her whether I had penetrated her or not. There was
no turning back now; I had to press on and make it a fait accompli.

I began to kiss my mother passionately, from her cheeks, her neck, her shoulders to her breasts—her white, smooth skin felt amazing.

My lips covered hers, kissing her and inhaling the fragrance of her hair. My hands began to caress
her, enjoying the softness of her skin. My left hand kneaded her breasts; my right hand stroked her
long, beautiful legs that I had longed for—they were so smooth.

I kissed my mother's soft, white hands again. As I gently stroked my burning
penis with her elegant, piano-playing fingers, it instantly swelled even larger. I couldn't resist inserting it.

Driven by lust, I wanted to invade my mother's most precious gate. I spread her legs apart, lifting them and placing them
on my shoulders, opening her vulva wide. My penis reached the entrance of my mother's vagina, and our
genitals finally made contact for the first time. With a thrust, my huge glans spread my mother's labia minora to the sides
. Insertion! At first, there was a "slipping" sensation, but soon my glans was
swallowed by my mother's vagina.

My mother's vagina was so tight; I had to use force to continue inserting. My glans continued to push inward, reaching the cervix
, until my penis was fully inside. My mother and I were now tightly joined together.

I was inside my mother! I could hardly believe what I was seeing! Through my penis, I felt
my mother's body temperature; the inside of her vagina was so soft and warm.

This familiar place from fifteen years ago, I've returned today, with my now grown and robust
penis.

My waist begins to thrust, my strong, thick penis pumping in and out of my beloved mother, engaging
in the most primal biological instinct—sexual intercourse. As our genitals begin to rub against each other, an unprecedented
pleasure surges up. I can't help but curse myself for being so foolish before; with such earthly pleasure at hand, I've actually
waited until today to act on it.

I hold my mother tightly, kissing her passionately, thrusting forcefully into her vagina, faster and
harder with each stroke. My glans relentlessly slams against my mother's uterus, my scrotum pounding against her labia majora
. Overwhelmed by lust, I no longer care whether my "bumps" will wake my mother.

Even subconsciously, I hoped my mother would wake up at this moment, because I also wanted her to know
how much I loved her. It would be even more pleasurable to penetrate and seduce her in front of her.

Thrusting, thrusting, thrusting, thrusting, my penis repeatedly and rapidly entered and exited my mother's body.
After nearly a hundred thrusts, I felt I was about to ejaculate. I exerted more force, faster and harder, showing no mercy
. At the peak of my excitement, I finally ejaculated into my mother, releasing my first load of semen inside her, freely and
joyfully shooting my virgin semen deep into her vagina.

Warm semen sprayed onto my mother's cervix and vaginal walls, each ejaculation a...
A second, even more intense climax. Finally, my semen flowed out, all of it ejaculated
onto my mother.

"My mother and I have consummated our marriage; she is mine now!" A
satisfied smile crept across my face.

I gently kissed her cheek, like a husband tenderly kissing his wife. Then I released her,
withdrawing my penis from her body. I saw some white, sticky fluid at the opening of her vagina—my semen.
I quickly grabbed some tissues to wipe it away. My mother had been unconscious for twenty minutes; she could wake up at any moment, so I
had to be quick.

Suddenly, a thought crossed my mind: what would my mother's reaction be if she knew I had taken her?

If I continued to hold her now, she would naturally know what I had done to her when she woke up, and I could then
take the opportunity to tell her what I had kept hidden in my heart all these years. But would my mother understand? Would she accept my
feelings for her? Would she even disown me as her son?

I had thought that after my "wish came true," my "Oedipus complex" would be resolved. However, this
wasn't the case. My Oedipus complex wasn't just a physical desire for my mother; having her only
gave me a little "comforting" satisfaction. My love for her wouldn't change.

Perhaps what I truly wanted wasn't just my mother's body, but her heart.

"Should I tell my mother? Should I confess my feelings to her?" It was quite risky, but I really
wanted to take the risk because I had so much to say to her.

But then I heard a sound downstairs; it seemed someone had returned. I panicked, quickly putting
my mother's bra and panties back on, covering her with the blanket, and then grabbing my own underwear and rushing back to my room to get dressed
.

It was my sister who had returned; I heard her looking for my mother. After a while, she came upstairs.

A few minutes later, I went to my mother's bedroom. She was awake, and my sister was there too. As soon as my sister saw
me, she said, "How could you do this?"

I looked at my mother, and she looked at me too. Oh no! Did she already know?

Under their gazes, I felt incredibly embarrassed. Just as I was about to vehemently deny it, my sister continued,
"Mom fainted, and you weren't even there to take care of her."

So that's what she meant! I was shocked.

My mother seemed a little weak. She asked me, "Did you help Mom back to her room?"

My voice trembled slightly, "Oh, yes, yes, that's right." But I didn't help her; I carried her
.

My mother asked in surprise, "Why do you seem so flustered?"

"Oh, I... I was worried about Mom," I said.

"Don't worry, Mom's fine. She just had low blood pressure," my mother said. "
How long was I unconscious?"

I said, "Maybe half an hour." I started making up a story, saying that I noticed Mom had been in the bathroom for a long time and
hadn't come out. I knocked on the door, but no one answered, so I opened the bathroom door and found her unconscious. So I helped
her back to her room.

I wondered if my "reckless" actions had made my mother feel anything unusual. I tentatively
asked, "Mom, how are you feeling now?"

"Still a little dizzy..." My mother gently pressed her lower abdomen and said, "My stomach feels a little strange too."

I thought that even if my mother felt pain in her private parts, she wouldn't be embarrassed to say it in front of her children. Of course, she
wouldn't have imagined that the pain in her lower abdomen and private parts was my doing.

Since that day, I had been looking for an opportunity to confess my love to my mother and tell her that we had
a relationship beyond mother and son. However, my mother's pregnancy made me give up the idea.

A little over a month later, my mother started experiencing morning sickness and felt nauseous. Later, my father accompanied my mother
to the hospital for a checkup, and my mother was indeed pregnant. Although my father had undergone tubal ligation after giving birth to my sister and me,
the doctor said that tubal ligation is not 100% safe and there was nothing strange about it.

But in my heart, I wondered, "Could my mother be carrying my child?"

After my father accompanied my mother out of the examination room, I overheard a nurse ask the doctor, "She's had a tubal ligation for fifteen years,
and hasn't given birth in fifteen years. Is it possible she'll have another child now?" The doctor thought for a moment and said, "...That...is indeed quite rare
. I find it strange too."

So, my mother was indeed carrying my child; I had gotten my mother pregnant! Seeing my mother
experience frequent morning sickness in the early stages of pregnancy, and then her belly grow bigger day by day, I felt a great sense of pride and accomplishment.

My mother was nurturing a new life again; it had been fifteen years since she last gave birth to me. During my mother's pregnancy
, I accompanied her to choose baby supplies and often stayed by her side, listening to her
prenatal education of the fetus.

This year, my mother gave birth to a daughter. From pregnancy to breastfeeding, over the past year, watching my mother
's loving and caring image as she tenderly nurtured her child, my Oedipus complex, while not completely resolved, at least stopped
being filled with lustful thoughts.

If I truly love my mother, I won't let her know what happened that evening; this secret will remain hidden in
my heart forever.

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