Good son

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Most of the stories I've read about incest between mothers and sons are more fantasy than fact; it seems most of them involve a son seducing his mother, who then reluctantly satisfies his desires. But that wasn't how it was for me. My mother forced me to have sex with her until she passed away shortly after my eighteenth birthday.
This started when I was twelve. She had just ended her third marriage. She later told me it was because she had an insatiable sex drive. Her first marriage was to a much older man. My mother quickly divorced him and received a large sum of alimony. Then she went through a wild period and, unsure of who she conceived me with, I was born.
When I was twelve, she was almost fifty, but still a very beautiful woman. We lived in an upscale neighborhood, but my mother could only afford a one-room apartment there because it was close to her workplace, and the area's prestige would benefit her career. However, there was only one room, so I had to sleep on the sofa. This caused problems with my privacy.
It was then that I discovered the pleasure of masturbation, and I began to develop an interest in sex. I think my mother must have seen me masturbating a few times, though she never said anything. Our relationship changed shortly after her last divorce. She always enjoyed dating young, handsome men, but as she got older, it became increasingly difficult. So she spent more and more time at home, which frustrated her.
One day, she decided to do something to change that. That evening, she went to the kitchen for a drink of water and happened to see me masturbating. As she approached, I tried to cover myself. She smiled knowingly and said,
"You know, if you don't want to become a lesbian, you shouldn't do this yourself."
I was shocked. Before my mother said this, I had never doubted my sexuality.
"You should have a woman help you."
"But no woman will help me with this."
"You do," my mother said. "What if I told you that older, intelligent mothers in society teach their sons about sexual techniques? What would you say?"
I was too shy to say a word.
"Do you want that?"
"But it's not right." “I said, ‘And I like girls my own age.’”
Mom laughed and opened her blouse, showing me her breasts. Mom’s breasts were large and full, with two large nipples that turned fiery red when she was aroused.
“Do you think girls your age have these?”
She pulled my hand to her breast. I tried to pull my hand away, but she slapped me and told me to “listen to Mom.” I was a thirsty and sexually active boy, and of course I couldn’t resist such an alluring body… but she was my mother.
I tried to stop it all. Mom said I could stop if I was gay. Then she made me prove I wasn't. She pulled my face close to her chest and rubbed her breasts against my face. She wanted me to lick her breasts and suck her nipples. Mom even slapped her full breasts back and forth across my face. Then she stood up, pulled me into the room, and practically threw me onto the bed. Mom took off her nightgown and displayed her naked body in front of me. Mom's figure was so full and attractive. She stood in front of me like a soldier on parade and asked if women my age had such figures. Then Mom turned to show me her genitals and pulled them apart, pressing her anus close to my face. Then Mom lay on the floor, spreading her legs so I could see her genitals.
"Have you seen this before?" Mom knew the answer, of course.
Mom straddled my face so I could see more clearly. Her pubic hair wasn't very thick, and it was moist and exuded a sweet scent. I could see her beautiful labia. Then Mom parted her labia with her hands, letting me see the paradise that gave birth to me.
"Do you like Mom's vulva, my dear son?" Mom asked, moaning.
I tried to look away, but Mom clamped my head between her knees.
"Son, I want you to play with Mom's pussy."
I didn't move, so Mom pulled my hand to her vulva. Mom forced me to play with it and made me insert my fingers into her vagina.
"Now, be a good boy and lick Mom's juices on your fingers."
I obeyed her command. It tasted strangely sweet, surprising me because it looked a little dirty but tasted so good.
"Taste Mom's vulva with your mouth." Mom commanded.
I refused, but Mom pressed her vulva against my face, and I had to obey. She wanted my tongue inside her vulva and to lick her clitoris. She even wanted me to suck her anus. As I did this, Mom moaned, trembled, and convulsed on top of me. She kept calling me things like "my dear bastard son," "my capable son," "my good son who fucks his mother," and "my lustful son." When I realized I had inhaled a lot of her fluids, my mother collapsed on my face and screamed as she reached orgasm.

"Now, you must serve your slutty mother properly," Mom said lewdly. "Darling, I need your big cock to do some naughty things."
At the same time, Mom took off my clothes. I was so excited that I couldn't control myself. Although I knew it was wrong, I was just an ordinary person, and under this temptation, my cock was still unbearably hard. In any case, it seemed that the more I resisted, the more excited Mom would become.
Mom held my cock with her hand and slowly sat down. She let out a joyful moan, and she began to move wildly on top of me, violently slamming her vagina against my cock. Every time I was about to ejaculate, Mom would stop to catch her breath, not letting me ejaculate easily, and then insert herself again. Mom played with me like this for most of the night, until she had many orgasms on me before she stopped, and I was finally able to ejaculate happily. I shot a large amount of thick, hot semen into Mom's vagina, and Mom screamed and reached another orgasm. And so, Mom fell asleep on top of me. The next day when I woke up, my mother was sucking my penis, making it erect again. She told me, "From now on, you're my man." Then she made me repeat the sex we had the night before. Our relationship continued until I was about to graduate high school, when she died in a car accident. For those six years, my mother forbade me to see other girls. She made me sleep with her directly, and she wanted me to engage in all sorts of sexual acts with her. She also forbade me from telling anyone about our relationship, because no one would believe me and not her.
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