A true story of incest between a mother and son (reprinted)

This isn't a story, just something I wanted to share. I think there are others who have had similar experiences. I was born in a city on the banks of the Yangtze River in the Jiangnan region—I won't say which city specifically. People there have a good habit: washing their feet and face before bed, and women even wash their bottoms. When I was little, there wasn't much taboo about it at home, so I would watch TV while my mother washed her bottom. Everyone matures eventually, and I was probably precocious, so around fourth or fifth grade, I started secretly peeking at my mother's private parts. Of course, nowadays fourth or fifth graders know how to have sex, but we weren't exposed to sex education that early back then. At that time, my peeping was just driven by a vague curiosity; I couldn't see anything, but I felt there was something attractive about my mother's private parts in the darkness. My earliest exposure to sex education was waking up in the middle of the night to find my father on top of my mother, the bed shaking. Countless nights I was woken up like that. Remember, the real situation wasn't being woken up by noise, because parents don't make noise when their children are sleeping next to them during sex—that's my biggest takeaway. When I was in elementary school, my father was rarely home. When he did come home, he would usually do *that* at night. This continued until I was almost graduating from elementary school, when he became more discreet. I clearly remember one time I woke up in the middle of the night and my father wanted to do it, but my mother whispered, "The child is beside me, no." You might ask why I didn't live separately, still sleeping with my parents at my age. I feel that's how it is in my rural area; many children sleep with their parents. Since my father was often away, my mother was afraid to sleep alone, so I always slept with her. I don't know what everyone else's sleeping position is like, but when I was little, I would touch my mother's breasts while sleeping. This habit has remained. I remember even in middle school, I still slept like that, lying on my side with one hand touching my mother's breasts and one foot on her belly. As I grew older, my foot would press down further and further, eventually pressing on that triangular area. Sometimes I would unintentionally press on that area while asleep. Now, going back to my parents' lovemaking, I always felt my mom was sticky afterward, probably from sweat, and also from her genitals. Sometimes I could feel it on my legs. The most unbelievable thing was that one time I woke up and forgot my parents were having sex, and I actually turned over and moved. When my parents saw I was awake, they asked me who was better, them or me. Of course, I was still young then, probably in first or second grade, and I really didn't know my parents were having sex. After they finished, I would still sleep close to my sticky mom's body. By fourth or fifth grade, I basically knew what they were doing, so there was a strange stimulation and urge driving me to continue sleeping close to my sticky mom's body. If I was woken up in the middle of the night by them having sex, I would pretend to be asleep but be fully awake to feel it. Occasionally, I would secretly open my eyes, and in the darkness, I could vaguely see my dad wriggling on top of my mom. Countless nights like this, I fantasized that it was me on top of my mom, and I understood what they were doing. Afterwards, when I turned over to sleep on my side, I would intentionally try to feel my mother's triangle area with my legs. A few times, I even felt a slight wriggling sensation in my private area, a very strange feeling. Once, I got an erection, almost pressing against my mother's thigh, and then I immediately turned over to sleep to avoid it. During junior high school, I would hardly ever see my father for a year. During that time, I slept with my mother at night because I was afraid she would be scared alone. The rural single-story house was somewhat eerie. Besides me, there was only my grandmother in the house. My grandmother lived in the bedroom opposite the main hall. There were various rooms in the middle, so the quiet nights were still quite frightening. I was also afraid to sleep alone in the back bedroom, so it was only natural that I slept with my mother. I believe that women's sexual desires are something they cannot suppress, even between mothers and sons. I know this deeply. During middle school, I knew countless nights I'd wake up in the middle of the night knowing my mother was also awake, sometimes making slight movements. Back then, I'd consciously try to touch her private parts, like pretending to be asleep and pressing my legs against her vulva, occasionally rubbing against her. I even figured out when she wanted it—when she couldn't sleep but didn't resist my occasional rubbing against her private area. One night, I felt her underwear was wet. Although no one had ever taught me about sex, I knew my mother definitely wanted to have sex. This thought intensely impacted me. I was also at the age where I wanted to try sex, and importantly, there was a woman sleeping next to me who wanted to have sex, a woman I wanted to try having relations with. But thoughts were just thoughts; I never thought about how to actually start, and I didn't dare to try, because I didn't know if my mother would let me have sex with her if she couldn't resist. One night, things got a little out of hand. I pressed my knee tightly against her vulva, occasionally rubbing it. I thought my mom was asleep, but she wasn't; she noticed. She must have been really aroused that night too. She noticed I wasn't asleep and asked if I was awake. I hummed in response, but she didn't push my legs away, leaving my knee pressed against her vulva. I asked, "You can't sleep either?" She didn't answer. Suddenly, I asked her if I could touch her genitals. My mom was taken aback and asked what I wanted to do. I said I wanted to touch them for a while, really wanted to. My mom said no, and I suddenly mustered the courage to say I'd seen it before. My mom asked when I'd seen it. I honestly confessed that I'd seen it when she washed my butt. Hehe, pretty bold, right? While we were talking in bed, my other hand was constantly touching my mom's breasts. Maybe she was getting aroused, because my mom turned over to face me and asked, "How old are you to know about this?" I said I already knew, but I didn't mention how I used to wake up in the middle of the night pretending to be asleep to observe her and my dad having sex. I thought bringing up my dad at that time might make her resist continuing to talk about these things with me. I told her that some boys in my class slept with girls; I was in junior high then, so my mom believed that kind of thing, but I was lying. Actually, I hadn't, and even if I had, I wouldn't know. My mom asked me if I'd ever dated any girls. I said no, actually I did have a girlfriend, but of course, we'd never even held hands. But I couldn't say that; to be loyal to my mom, I couldn't let other women get involved. I felt like we were talking quietly that night, and I even laughed a little in the middle. My mom said, "Keep your voice down." Maybe she was worried about disturbing Grandma. So I brought up my earlier request again, saying I could touch her genitals; I'd never done it before, and I really wanted to. My mom paused for a moment and said, "No, I'm your mom, you brat." I said, "It's okay, no one will know anyway, just for a little while, let me try." My mom didn't say anything more, so I moved the hand that had been touching my breasts down to explore that triangle area. Even through my underwear, I could still feel the warmth and slight dampness down there. I'm such a small person, and so timid. I remember the first time I touched it, I didn't dare put my hand inside my underwear for about ten minutes. Touching it through my underwear, I didn't actually feel anything, but it was very exciting psychologically.Unlike Japanese incest films, which I always find funny years later, there's no licking, no mother giving her son oral sex, or any of that usual prelude. The whole process was simple. My mom didn't resist. I think she really wanted it that night, especially after I touched her for a while. Even though it was through her underwear and not very skillful, just rubbing that place I used to long for with my hand, I could clearly feel that she was enjoying it. Because she was lying on her side, her vagina was constricted, making it difficult for me to reach inside and rub. So she raised her thighs a little to allow my hand to explore more freely. My penis started to get hard, and I consciously moved closer to her body. My hard penis pressed against her stomach, and the head of my penis felt strangely itchy. After touching her through her underwear for a while, I tried to put my hand inside, but my mom pushed it away with her hand. She whispered, "Just leave it like that, don't put it in." I suddenly sealed my mom's mouth with my own. I didn't know how to French kiss back then, so I just used my mouth to block her mouth. My mom didn't resist; instead, she rolled over and lay flat on her back without any resistance or other movements. I naturally rolled over and pressed down on top of her. Although it was my first time in this position, I had seen it countless times over the nights and was very familiar with it. When I reached out to pull down my mom's underwear, she took it off herself. To this day, I still can't remember how she managed to pull her underwear down to her ankles. Anyway, after I pressed down on her, apart from sealing her mouth with my own, I was a bit flustered. I even struggled for a while before I could put my hands down to take off my own underwear. I felt like I didn't have time to pull it all the way down; I just left it at the knees and then thrust my already erect penis straight at her vagina. Unfortunately, I was too naive; I couldn't find the spot. In fact, I didn't even know where the spot was. My mom didn't guide me with her hand like in those Japanese adult films. I had to use a lot of effort, poking around in several places before finally getting to the spot. It was wet inside, but it was really difficult to get in the first time. I felt like my foreskin was being pulled. The wonderful feeling after it went in was indescribable. My penis was well-developed, thick and big. Although I was only in junior high school at the time, I clearly felt my mom's body arch upwards after I fully penetrated her. I guess it was a long-lost pleasure stimulating her. I wasn't very good at moving or thrusting the first time. I remember there was just an urge to push upwards. Even though I wasn't thrusting, there was an indescribable pleasure inside. It felt like my vagina was a warm, moist steam pipe, tightly wrapping around my penis. I could feel my penis throbbing slightly, like an electric motor. I want to emphasize that not all men finish quickly the first time. I remember that night I lasted at least twenty minutes. Not bad for a first time, right? Maybe it's because it was with my mom, but the girlfriends I had later really only lasted five minutes the first time. Throughout the entire process, I was on top of my mother, pressing her body down. She later wrapped her arms around my shoulders. My mother didn't resist having sex with me; in fact, she was very accommodating. We had sex smoothly like that. Although we didn't know how to thrust, just kept pushing upwards, we still managed to have sex. I ejaculated inside her. Also, during the process, neither of us spoke; our mouths were sealed together the whole time. Looking back, it's strange why we sealed each other's mouths like that. However, we continued to have sex like that afterward, except later we put our tongues in each other's mouths, without any back-and-forth kissing or swirling. After ejaculating, I remained motionless on top of my mother for a long time, but we didn't seal our mouths anymore. I asked my mother if I could do this often in the future. My mother hugged me tightly and whispered, "Don't make a sound," and held me quietly for a while. Only when my penis went soft and slipped out of my mother's vagina did I roll off. My mother turned to her side and asked how it felt. I was too embarrassed to say it was amazing, so I chuckled and said I wanted to do it often in the future. My mom chuckled and said, "You're such a jerk." Our days and nights seemed like two different worlds. During the day, everything was normal; neither of us acted strangely, as if nothing had happened, just like always. The difference was that I often looked forward to nightfall, especially after dinner when watching TV. I always hoped it would be bedtime soon. During that time, I was very diligent with my homework; finishing early and going to bed early was my biggest motivation. But we didn't do it right before bed, probably because we were afraid of being discovered. After turning off the lights, I would still touch my mom's breasts while sleeping. Sometimes you really can't believe what you read in books. I feel like this kind of thing didn't affect my studies back then. I remember in the beginning, we did it really wildly, almost every night. But we would always fall asleep first and then do it in bed together. The nights after waking up in the early morning were quiet and safe. No one would know that on such nights, I was on top of my mom doing the happiest thing in the world. My mom is very compliant during sex with me, and it seems she has never resisted. When I wake up, I turn to my side and turn her shoulders. My mom usually wakes up with a start and then obediently stretches out her arms so I can press her down. We don't have any foreplay. At most, I'll take off her panties and touch her genitals with my hand. I'll gently pry open her labia with two fingers and try to insert my fingers into her vagina, but I don't know how to play around with it. At that time, I felt that what I needed was the pleasure of my penis thrusting in and out, and touching her genitals didn't feel very stimulating. So every time, I would quickly get to the point, press my mom down, take off her panties, and start fucking her. My mom still enjoys the pleasure of having sex with me, so she almost ignores the foreplay. Gradually, I also discovered that thrusting was more pleasurable, so my approach to sex changed from pushing in to repeated thrusting. My mom also clearly started to enjoy sex with me. We would entwine in bed, talking quietly, rarely about sex, mostly about everyday things. When we ran out of topics and my mom's arousal returned, we would continue slowly thrusting while sucking each other's tongues. Also, when we were younger, sex lasted so long; I feel like it always took me a long time to ejaculate. One night, we talked about sex, about how I had secretly observed my mom and dad having sex when I was little, and how I would secretly feel my mom's slightly damp underwear with my calves after they made love. My mom told me that my dad wasn't very good at thrusting, and that my thrusting was a bit too much for her. Maybe it was because we talked too excitedly that night, so after I ejaculated, I didn't pull out. My penis stayed hard. After about five minutes, I started thrusting a second time. The second time, we didn't say anything. We sealed each other's mouths with our tongues and slowly thrust in and out. My mom held my waist. We did it until dawn. I felt like every night during that period, my mom's vagina was filled with my semen. We hardly ever let our bodies rest. Every time, I ejaculated inside her. Afterwards, I didn't wipe myself clean with a wet wipe like I do with my wife now. Back then, after I ejaculated, I would just lie on top of my mom, letting my penis continue to feel the lingering pleasure, and all the semen would remain inside her vagina. At that time, I never worried or considered whether my mom would get pregnant. Later, I found out that my mom had a sterilization operation after giving birth to me, so she couldn't get pregnant. At first, we'd wake up in the middle of the night to have sex, but later, as I got bolder, I'd wash my face and bottom, turn off the lights, get into bed, and slowly thrust into her. I was secretly having incest with my mom almost at the end of junior high, so our fun didn't last long before I went to boarding high school, going home once a month. My grandma passed away during high school, and we built a two-story house. My dad was still rarely home. Every time I went back, I still slept with my mom, even though I had my own bedroom. At night, when we closed the door to sleep, we'd still secretly share a blanket, the purpose being simple: to have sex. I'm a rather cunning person. Back then, there were no computers or smartphones, and while there were pornographic videotapes, we didn't have a VCR. However, I accidentally bought a pornographic book at a street stall—it was about incest between Japanese mothers and sons. It wasn't exactly pornography, but rather an analysis of incest. I specifically bought it and brought it home. During sex that night, I told her it was popular in Japan. My mom asked how I knew, and I said I read it in a book, and I also told her I'd brought the book home. Actually, I felt that I did this so that my mother wouldn't feel guilty. Looking back, it's ridiculous. If we really felt guilty, we wouldn't have had sex in the first place.After Grandma passed away, it was basically just the two of us at home. We lived on the second floor, so we were more unrestrained when it came to sex. That's when I asked to turn on the light to see my mom's genitals for the first time. Although I had peeked at her before when she was washing her bottom, I had never really looked closely at what a woman's vagina looked like. That was the first time I had seriously looked at a woman's naked body, the first time I had seen a woman's vagina up close and understood what it looked like. Underneath the not-so-thick pubic hair, two dark red labia tightly wrapped the cleft in the middle, slightly bulging, as if it were full of something inside. If you spread them slightly apart, you could see the pink flesh inside, slightly moist with some fluid. We started trying to have sex with the light on while talking. From then on, we realized that having sex with the light on was very exciting, so whenever we were both at home on the second floor, we would usually have sex with the light on before going to bed. Unfortunately, back then we didn't have access to Japanese adult films, so we didn't have many positions. We never did oral sex or 69. The most we did was have my mom spread her legs to look at her private parts and play with them for a while. Most of the time, it was me on top of my mom, thrusting in and out. My mom didn't seem to know how to be on top, and I never asked her to. When I was young, I had great stamina, so I could do it twice a night. Since we lived on the second floor, we had no inhibitions, so we'd take off our clothes before bed and do it once, then again if we woke up in the middle of the night. After that, that was basically it. I left home for university, and we could have some fun together during summer and winter breaks. Later, when I started working, my mom got older. I remember once in the kitchen, I imitated a Japanese adult film, touching her buttocks and then hugging her from behind and touching her breasts. She pushed me away, scolding me for still thinking about these things even though I was working. We'd occasionally have some passion, but not as frequently as before. After marriage, it's basically over; I can't find the opportunity, and I don't dare to. Is this a true story? Has anyone else had a similar experience? I've encountered incestuous relationships in online QQ groups, but most of them only thought about it and never actually did it. I only encountered an incestuous mother and son once, and they even video-chatted with me and suggested coming to my city to visit each other. It's too exciting, but I wouldn't dare. I'm afraid it would upset my mom, so I refused. I wonder if anyone on the forum has had a similar experience? Please share your stories!

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