An incest story I heard about 3

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Mom closed the bathroom door, and I went back to the living room to watch TV. A little while later, Mom came out in her pajamas and we sat on the sofa to watch TV together. Sometimes Mom wears a bra, sometimes she doesn't; thankfully, her pajamas aren't see-through, so I could only see her breasts swaying. If I hadn't smelled the scent of Mom's genitals before, it wouldn't have triggered his reaction, as he'd been used to it since childhood. But Mom's body while she was showering earlier did arouse him. Because of the alcohol, he had drunk a lot of water. Mom asked him how much he had drunk, and he said about a bottle of baijiu (Chinese liquor). Mom nagged him for a while, then told him to go to sleep. Whether it was the alcohol or Mom's body, he felt sleepy, got up, went back to his room, lay down, and fell asleep.
I don't know how long I slept, but I woke up needing to pee. I turned on the bedside lamp, and in the dim light, I checked the time—it was a little past 2 a.m. I got up to pee, then lay back down. I felt much better, just a bit of a headache. Just then, the door opened, and my mother came in and sat on the edge of the bed. She asked if I was still feeling unwell, and I nodded, saying I had a headache. My mother then said to drink less, not to drink so much. She moved closer to my head, bending down to touch my forehead to check for a fever. This movement brought her scent back into my nose, and I panicked. I tried to pull my hand away, saying, "Mom, I'm fine." But my hand landed on her leg, resting against her thigh. Because of the scent, I didn't remove it, leaving it there, occasionally making a slight movement. My mother didn't move it; after all, it was just the back of my hand, not a caress. My erection grew stronger, so I pretended to roll over, turning to face my mother, my lower abdomen against her back. My mother kept saying things like to drink less, but I wasn't really listening.
He didn't know where the courage came from, but he gently put his arm around his mother's waist. His mother seemed to understand, and she removed his hand, saying, "I want to go back to my room to sleep." Once he started, he became bolder. He put his arm around his mother's waist again, saying, "Mom, don't go, let's talk for a while. After all, women are weaker." In a flash, he pulled his mother back onto the bed. His mother tried to stand up, but he sat up on the bed and hugged her with both arms. At this moment, they both knew what was going to happen. His mother struggled and whispered, "This can't be, this can't be. If the neighbors find out, our family will be ashamed to live." He didn't care about talking to his mother. He sat behind her, hugged her, dragged her onto the bed, and pushed her down to lie down. Although his mother struggled, it didn't feel like she was using much force. She just kept saying, "This can't be, this can't be. If Dad finds out, our family will be finished." But after pushing his mother down, she didn't really want to get up. Every time she tried to get up, he would just push her down gently and she would lie down again, just muttering various words of refusal.
Seeing his mother lying motionless, he sat up and began to undress. His mother watched him undress in the dim light, silent. After they were naked, they exchanged a glance. Her eyes weren't angry or stern; they were blank and dazed. He didn't care about that. He lifted his mother's nightgown, revealing her underwear—underwear he had smelled countless times. He reached out to pull it off, but his mother held it tightly, preventing him from doing so. He had gone mad. With a forceful tug, the underwear was torn, but it was pulled off. However, his mother still… He took the torn underwear from his mother, found her vagina, and smelled it. The underwear was damp. His mother had already closed her eyes. After smelling it for a while, he threw it on the bed, pressed himself against her, and began searching for her vagina, trying to penetrate her. By this time, his mother had completely stopped resisting; in fact, as he haphazardly tried to find her vagina, she even parted her legs slightly. He found it with his hand, touched it, and saw that his mother's genitals were very wet. He guided his penis to his mother's... He inserted it, and Mom let out a soft "Ah!" and turned her head towards the inside of the bed. When he leaned over and hugged Mom's neck, he felt tears on her face. Mom was crying. I said, "You're still doing this?" He said, "A man doesn't care about anything else at that moment." He started thrusting haphazardly, occasionally taking a sip of milk. Mom lay flat and didn't move, letting him do whatever he wanted. But when he thrust hard, Mom would gasp and sigh. He ejaculated within a few minutes. After ejaculating, his mind suddenly cleared, and he suddenly understood the seriousness of what he had done. He lay on top of Mom, feeling a wave of fear wash over him. Sadness, self-blame, and guilt all rushed over him. Thinking of his father and what his mother had just said, he buried his face in his mother's chest and cried. At this moment, his mother calmly comforted him, saying, "It's okay, it's okay, don't cry." She wiped away his tears, gave him a tissue, and after a while, he went to the bathroom to wash up. After washing up, she came back and sat on the edge of the bed, calmly and gently saying, "Don't think so much. Since it has already happened, don't put pressure on yourself because of this. Don't tell anyone, and especially don't say anything reckless after drinking." From then on, he never touched a drop of alcohol, and even now, he hasn't drunk any when talking to me, not even a drop of beer. Mom sat on the edge of the bed, and they both stared blankly at each other. After a while, Mom said, "I'm going back to sleep. You should sleep too. You have to go to work tomorrow." Then she stood up and left. He only got up and closed the door after hearing Mom close it. When he lay back down on the bed, he felt a little wet under his bottom. He sat up and looked. It was wet from when he and Mom had gotten it wet. Mom hadn't bothered to wipe or put down any pads. He wiped it, put down some tissues, and casually put his torn underwear under the pillow. He lay in bed until dawn without closing his eyes. Later, he found out that Mom hadn't slept that night either. She went back home, cried for a while, and then lay there blankly until dawn.

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