Pianist's Mother's Forbidden Love

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Pianist Mother (Forbidden Fruit of Motherhood)

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This January, my mother gave birth to a younger sister. Everyone in the family was happy, and I was especially overjoyed. However, I couldn't tell anyone in the family, especially my mother, the real reason for my joy.
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 made my mother pregnant and gave birth to my sister was actually me; I am her biological father.

My mother is a piano teacher. Her job is to teach children to play the piano in classrooms. Because of her work, she always paid great attention to her appearance. My mother was already very beautiful—a delicate face, an elegant temperament, fair skin, and a curvaceous figure. At 168 centimeters tall, 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 saw my beautiful mother, made up, wearing a tight skirt, skin-colored stockings, and black high heels, my penis would become violently erect, and I would have to masturbate several times to relieve my lust for her.

I gradually realized I had a severe Oedipus complex.

After starting junior high, I became bolder, often sneaking into the bathroom to admire my mother emerging from the shower. My mother would remove her contact lenses before showering, so she would never notice a pair of eyes feasting on her eyes through the vent.

Sometimes, when my mother was showering and my father and sister weren't home, I would shamelessly strip naked outside the bathroom door, admiring her skin while masturbating. My naked mother and I were separated only by the door. When my mother's body was close to me, I would ejaculate through the vent.

A few 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 already come into contact with my semen, I wasn't 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 my wish.

But I never expected that last April...

Last April, I was still a junior high school student, only fifteen years old.

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

Today, my mother wore a purple velvet suit with iron-gray stockings and black high heels. This outfit made her look both noble and elegant, yet also mysterious and fieryly sexy, which made my heart flutter. I really wanted to hold my mother 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 was showering for several days, and I hoped today would be my opportunity.

Of course, I never imagined that half an hour later, I would be holding my mother tightly, and that she would receive my semen and become pregnant.

Not long after I got home, my mother also returned. Having thought about my mother all day, my heart began to pound.

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

"They haven't returned yet," I replied. Filled 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 very happy and said, "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 my penis was already erect when I said that.

As my mother took off her high heels, I deliberately stood behind her to admire her long legs in stockings under her purple pencil skirt. I couldn't help but swallow: "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.

After a while, 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 came from my room to the bathroom door.

I looked through the vent and saw my mother undoing her hair bun. Her swirling hair spread out, making her look even more charming and beautiful.

Then, my mother slowly removed her bathrobe, and once again, a beautiful scene came into my view. I felt my violently erect penis was about to burst through my underwear.

My mother then took off the necklace around her neck, and just as I was expecting her to take off her bra and underwear, the necklace suddenly fell to the ground. So my mother squatted 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 up the courage to look inside again. My mother was checking if the necklace pendant was broken before she stood up.

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

My mother had fainted before when getting up. The doctor said she had "postural hypotension" and was also anemic, so she couldn't get up too quickly, otherwise she might faint.

Seeing my mother faint, I was also startled, but then I remembered that my mother had always had "postural hypotension
. " I quickly turned the bathroom doorknob. The door was locked, but it was the kind of jack lock that could be opened with a coin. 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.
Holding her smooth, soft body, I suddenly felt a sense of satisfaction, like holding a beautiful woman in my arms.

Looking at the "beauty" in my arms, my mother seemed like my prey. I was immediately overcome with lust.
I carried my mother to her bedroom and gently laid her on the bed.

Looking at my nearly naked mother, I couldn't resist the urge to embrace her. I remembered that last time my mother fainted when she got up, it seemed like it took her twenty or thirty minutes to wake up. If I seized this opportunity, my mother would be mine. With such

a beautiful woman before me, it was hard to resist lust, even from my own mother.

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

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

The last vestiges 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 ultimately underestimated the power of sex.)

Finally, with slightly trembling hands, I reached out and first unhooked my mother's bra, revealing her full, round breasts. Then I pulled down her thin panties, the only thing she was wearing. 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 glossy black pubic hair came into view. Among that pubic hair, I saw the place I had longed for day and night. That was where I was born, the place where I was born fifteen years ago.

As soon as my mother's vulva appeared before my eyes, reason began to crumble.

I had never looked closely at my mother's vulva before. In the past, whenever I peeked at my mother bathing, her mysterious forbidden area was always "half-hidden behind a pipa." Now I not only saw it, but at such close range.
I took off the panties, which had already fallen to my mother's knees, and threw them aside. My mother's bright, snow-white female body was now fully displayed before my eyes.

"You've always loved Mother, and 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 captivating woman. I quickly pulled down my underwear, revealing my erect penis, and faced her.

We were now naked, and looking at my mother's alluring curves and soft, smooth skin, I couldn't resist. I got into bed, ready to violate her.

The next few minutes were the most pleasurable and unforgettable moments of my life.

I impulsively and boldly 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 that my mother might wake up.
If my mother were to wake up now, I wouldn't be able to explain to her whether I'd actually 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 smooth, white skin felt amazing.
My lips covered hers, and I kissed her, 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 her delicate hands, and when I gently stroked my burning penis with her elegant, piano-playing fingers, it instantly grew even thicker. I had to penetrate her.

Driven by lust, I wanted to invade my mother's most precious entrance. I spread her legs apart, lifting them to rest 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 massive glans spread my mother's labia minora apart. 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 exert 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 intertwined.

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

This familiar place from fifteen years ago—I had returned today, with my now grown and strong penis.

My hips began to thrust, my powerful, thick penis pumping in and out of my beloved mother, fulfilling our most primal biological instinct—sexual intercourse. As my mother and I began to rub our genitals together, an unprecedented pleasure surged through me. I couldn't help but curse myself for being so foolish before; with such earthly pleasure at hand, I had waited until today to act on it.

I held my mother tightly, kissing her passionately, and thrusting into her vagina with all my might. I thrust faster and harder, my glans relentlessly pounding against her cervix, my scrotum slapping against her labia majora. Overwhelmed by lust, I no longer cared whether my "bumps" would wake my mother.

In fact, subconsciously, I even hoped she would awaken at that moment, because I also wanted her to know how much I loved her. To thrust into her and pamper her in front of her would surely bring even greater pleasure. Thrust,
thrust, thrust, thrust, my penis repeatedly and rapidly entering and exiting my mother's body. After nearly a hundred thrusts, I felt I was about to ejaculate. I exerted even more force, thrusting faster and harder, showing no mercy whatsoever. At the peak of my excitement, I finally ejaculated inside my mother, releasing my first load of semen into her vagina, a cathartic and exhilarating release of my virgin semen deep within her.

Each spurt of warm semen splattered against her cervix and vaginal walls, each ejaculation a more intense climax. Finally, the semen began to flow out; all my semen had been given to my mother.

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

I gently kissed her cheek, like a husband tenderly kissing his wife. Then I released her, withdrawing my penis. I saw some white, sticky liquid at the entrance 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 just keep holding my mother now, she'll naturally know what I've done to her when she wakes up, and I can then take the opportunity to tell her what I've kept hidden in my heart all these years. But will my mother understand? Will she accept my feelings for her? Will she even disown me as her son? I

originally thought that after I "got my wish," my "Oedipus complex" would be resolved, but that's not the case. My "Oedipus complex" isn't just a physical desire for my mother; having her only gives me a little "comforting" satisfaction. My love for her won't change at all.

Perhaps what I really want isn't just to possess my mother, but to win her heart.
"Should I let my mother know? Should I confess to her?" It's quite risky, but I'm willing to take the risk because I really have so much to say to my mother.

But then I heard a sound downstairs; it seemed someone had returned. I started to panic, 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.

The person who came back was my older sister; I heard her looking for Mother. A little while later, she came upstairs.

A few minutes later, I went to Mother's bedroom. Mother 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 Mother, and Mother looked at me. Oh no! Did Mother already know?

Under the gazes of Mother and Sister, 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.

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

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

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 my mother had been in the bathroom for a long time and no one answered the door, so I opened the door and found her unconscious. So I helped her back to her room.

I wonder 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 said, pressing her lower abdomen lightly. "My stomach feels a little strange too."
I think 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, my mother wouldn't have imagined that the pain in her lower abdomen and private parts was my doing.

Since that day, I had been trying to find 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 and I accompanied my mother to the hospital for a checkup, and it turned out she was indeed pregnant. Although my father had undergone tubal ligation after giving birth to my sister and me, the doctor said that tubal ligation isn't 100% safe and there was nothing strange about it.

But I kept thinking, "Could my mother be carrying my child?"

After my father and mother left the examination room, I overheard a nurse asking the doctor, "It's been fifteen years since your tubal ligation, and you haven't given birth in fifteen years. Is it possible that you're pregnant now?" The doctor thought for a moment and said, "...This...is indeed quite rare. I also find it very strange."

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 do prenatal education for the fetus.

This year, my mother gave birth to a daughter. From pregnancy to breastfeeding, over the past year, watching her tenderly care for her child, my Oedipus complex, while not completely resolved, has 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 in my heart.

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