I fell in love with my biological mother.

I (20 years old) have been hopelessly in love with my mother (40 years old) for three years now.

It was during my first year of high school that I began to see her as a living, breathing, alluring, mature woman, not just a mother.

One day in physical education class, the girls were practicing high jump. Our PE teacher happened to be sick, so a female teacher in her thirties from the senior year substituted. She demonstrated for the girls first, and I noticed that her well-proportioned and athletic figure, with her full breasts bouncing as she ran and jumped, was incredibly attractive. Her legs were also long and white—very beautiful and sexy.

This scene left such a deep impression on me that I couldn't stop thinking about it even after I got home. When my mother opened my bedroom door, I was shocked to find that she was not only more beautiful than my teacher, but also more feminine; her breasts and long legs were incredibly sexy. From that moment on, I fell in love with my mother.

For the next few months, I was tormented by this unrequited love, unable to eat or sleep. I would often stare at my mother for hours, and when no one was home, I would take her clothes and masturbate. Unfortunately, my mother loved me very much and often had physical contact with me, which I found incredibly difficult to endure, nearly driving me to a breakdown.

Finally, I couldn't resist anymore. My dad happened to be away on a business trip for a day, and driven by this crazy urge, I went to the pharmacy and bought a few sleeping pills. That night, I deliberately asked my mom to cook more dishes and bought a bottle of wine for us to drink together. I put the pills in her wine. Soon after dinner, my mom said she was very sleepy and went to bed early. I patiently waited for half an hour, figuring she was sound asleep, then locked the front door, turned off the lights, and went to my mom's room.

I was both terrified and excited; desire overcame reason. I got into bed and carefully undressed my mother. I kissed her lips very, very gently, my heart pounding, afraid she would suddenly wake up. But she didn't. I also caressed her breasts and thighs; it was my first time touching a woman's body.

I gently kissed her genitals, touching her vaginal opening with my tongue. Throughout the whole process, I was both excited and afraid. I loved my mother's legs, so I kissed almost her entire lower body, especially licking her feet for a long time. Seeing that my mother hadn't woken up even while I was licking her feet, I figured she was in a very deep sleep. So I stripped naked and pressed myself against her.

The feeling of being in full contact with my mother was incredibly warm. My penis immediately pressed against the entrance of her vagina; the soft, slightly warm sensation there made me almost ejaculate. I quickly lifted myself up and ejaculated onto my mother's belly. Perhaps due to the tension, I felt extremely tired, and my penis wouldn't get hard again. Therefore, that night I touched my mother's body but didn't actually have sex with her.

I deeply regretted losing this opportunity, because I never had another chance like it for the next three years. My father never went on business trips again, and I didn't dare take that risk. My love for my mother grew stronger every day.

About a month ago, I went to a forum for people who discuss incest. One person said he had been with my mother, that it started with rape, and kept encouraging me to rape her. I was swayed by him. It was a little after 5 a.m. on a Saturday, and I was so excited that I decided to take action when my father went hiking every Saturday morning and my mother was home alone.

It was just getting light, and I sat in front of the computer for another hour or so. Finally, my father got up, ate some milk and bread, and left. Hearing him close his bedroom door, I was overwhelmed with excitement. I immediately shut down the computer, took off my clothes in my room, and encouraged myself as I did so. No matter what the outcome, even if it meant death, I had to make love to my mother and have her.

I approached my mother's bedside and saw her lying on her side, fast asleep. In the morning light, her profile was incredibly beautiful. I carefully and nervously climbed into bed and lay down next to her. My heart was pounding uncontrollably.

Because it was summer, my mother was only wearing a loose, somewhat transparent nightgown, and I could vaguely see that she was only wearing underwear underneath. I carefully lifted my mother's skirt, revealing her snow-white, full buttocks. I reached down and pulled her white panties down to her ankles without her noticing. Just as I was secretly relieved, my mother suddenly turned over. I was stunned, as if struck by lightning. Time seemed to stand still. I saw my mother's eyelashes trembling, trembling. Finally, my worst fear came true: my mother slowly opened her beautiful eyes.

That moment seemed to last a thousand years.

Looking into my mother's familiar, beautiful eyes, I didn't know what to do. I truly felt an immense fear within me. I knew I was facing the most important decision of my life, and I truly didn't know which way to go, even though I had made up my mind beforehand. At that moment, I clearly saw a look of confusion in my mother's eyes, her sexy red lips slightly parted, about to utter the syllable "you." If I had been hesitant and uncertain before, then this small movement of my mother's prompted me to make my final decision. I knew the consequences if my mother cried out. I acted quickly.

Before my mother could utter a sound, my lips sealed hers. I decisively pressed down on my mother, using my feet to spread her legs apart. My mother stared blankly for a full minute, her eyes wide open, then terror filled her eyes. She twisted her body, flailing her arms and desperately trying to break free from my control, making soft whimpering sounds. At that moment, I couldn't care less about anything else; I just desperately wanted to merge with my mother's warm body. The

unprecedented stimulation and fear brought my desire to its peak, and I anxiously searched for an outlet.

My mother struggled more and more frantically, her breathing becoming increasingly rapid. My lips brushed against my mother's cheek, and I felt two streams of salty tears streaming down her face. I involuntarily sat up, looking at her. Her eyes were slightly closed, and the sight of tears at the corners of her eyes filled me with both pity and love, almost making me abandon any further thoughts of assaulting her. Just as I was caught in this internal struggle, I suddenly felt myself enter a warm and moist new world, a feeling so comforting it made me want to cry. My mother, as if struck by lightning, stood there stunned, her eyes wide open, staring at me in disbelief, her body stiffening instantly. Instinctively,

I began to thrust. Although this was my first experience, I had already learned how to do it from books and movies. My chest overflowed with happiness and joy. At that moment, I completely forgot where I was, only knowing that I was floating in a paradise of bliss. I couldn't control my joy at all, experiencing an unprecedented climax in a torrent of release. I collapsed weakly onto my mother. She seemed too lazy to push me away, so I lay there quietly. After a while, I felt my mother's chest rise and fall, then I heard a low, suppressed sob. My mother was crying.

I felt guilty and flustered, and hurriedly sat up, only to see my mother's face streaked with tears. I panicked. I wanted to comfort my mother, but I didn't know what to say. I just timidly called out, "Mom, Mom."

My mother turned her face away, ignoring me, her body trembling even more violently from crying.

I really didn't know what to do. I was overwhelmed with regret. I felt embarrassed to find myself still on top of my mother. Feeling a little awkward, I sheepishly got off and lay down on the side.

My mother turned her body towards the inside of the bed, her shoulders shaking violently as she cried silently. I reached out and gently touched my mother's shoulder, but she turned away. I reached out again, but she dodged again. I simply pressed my whole body against her and hugged her tightly. My mother struggled slightly, but finding me resolute, she stopped moving.

I felt both regret and pity, yet I discovered my desire was rising again; my penis hardened, pressing against my mother's buttocks. My mother must have noticed the change in my body, consciously trying to move away. I thought that since we'd already done it once, doing it again wouldn't matter, so I turned my mother's body around and pressed down on her again.

My mother panicked, clenching her fists and punching and hitting me. Ignoring my mother's resistance and struggles, I used my legs to spread my mother's tightly closed legs and entered her body once more.

I kissed my mother haphazardly as I thrust into her. Each thrust elicited a soft moan from her, and each powerful stroke made her full, white breasts bounce. Every friction between our bodies brought me immense pleasure; I felt her body becoming increasingly wet, making penetration easier and easier. Unaware of when to pause before continuing, I thrust relentlessly until I reached the peak of ecstasy.

After a cathartic ejaculation, I was astonished to find my mother still breathing heavily, her eyes slightly closed, her mons pubis still arched upwards, trying to press even closer to my body. My mother's face was flushed and slightly sweaty. I knelt between her legs, gazing quietly at her beautiful face.

Perhaps the unusual silence in the room brought her back to her senses. She opened her eyes, saw me still staring at her, and probably realized her earlier behavior. Ashamed and remorseful, she kicked me hard. Completely unprepared, I was kicked squarely in the chest, and I cried out as I fell off the bed to the floor. My mother probably hadn't expected to kick me to the ground either. Seeing my pained expression, she sat up with concern, looked at me, and instinctively reached out to help me up. Then Mom realized she was still naked. Thinking about everything I had done to her and her own behavior, she gave me a resentful look, turned around, and collapsed onto the pillow, burying her head in it, her shoulders trembling as she wept silently.

I struggled to get up and sat on the edge of the bed, trying to comfort her. But as soon as my hand touched her skin, she violently twisted her shoulders and said in a hoarse voice, "Go away! I don't want to see you! Go away, go away!"

I tried several times, but she remained the same, so I had no choice but to go back to my room.

She stayed in her bedroom all morning. When Dad came home, he saw Mom sleeping with her head turned inwards and hadn't gotten up yet, so he asked me what was wrong. I glanced at Mom's side-lying figure and deliberately raised my voice a little, saying, "Mom said she's not feeling well, her head is a bit dizzy, and she asked us not to disturb her; she wants to rest more."

My oblivious father didn't notice anything unusual about Mom and me, and even told me to speak more softly.

To make up for my guilt towards Mom, I cooked several of her favorite dishes that noon that day, and I even brought the food to her bedside. I whispered to my mother, "Mom, dinner's ready." When she didn't respond, I whispered again, "Mom, I'm sorry. I've really fallen in love with you, it's all my fault. Please eat something." She still didn't respond. Then my father urged me to eat, and to avoid arousing his suspicion, I had to say to my mother, "Mom, I'll go out now. I'm sorry, you can punish me later."

After dinner, my father spent the entire afternoon reading in his study. I kept trying to find a chance to talk to my mother, but I didn't get the chance. The only thing that comforted me was that my mother ate all her food.

When it was time to cook dinner, my father told me he was going to a wedding banquet that evening and that I shouldn't cook for him. He also specifically told me to take good care of my mother.

Dad left around 4 PM, and I went into Mom's room again around 5 PM. Mom was still lying in bed. I went up to her and sat down on the edge of the bed. Mom knew I was there and started sobbing silently again. I felt so bored. Mom, are you still angry? My mother remained lying on her side, her face turned towards the wall, ignoring me. Her beautiful profile reignited my desire. Since I was going to do it again anyway, I decided to go all in. I spread her legs and pounced on her. My mother seemed to sense the impending disaster; I don't know where the powerful force came from, but she pushed me away violently. Just as she tried to stand up and escape, I grabbed one of her legs, and she fell heavily onto the bed.

In her despair, a pair of scissors on the bedside table caught her eye, and she quickly reached for them.

Just as I was about to pounce on my mother again, she suddenly turned around, holding a pair of scissors to her own neck, trembling as she said, "[I...please don't continue...Mom can't take it anymore...If you keep doing this......

I'll...I'll die...in front of you...]"

This sudden scene stunned me. I stood frozen in front of my mother, too afraid to move. "

[I...I'm your mother...we can't...I hope you can understand Mom...don't force me...]" my mother said, crying. Her body trembled, her face contorted, her eyes filled with panic. "

[Mom, please don't do this. You know I do this because I love you...]" I was clearly much calmer than my mother. He tried to talk to her to kill time and distract her.

"I...no...I can't...If you...really love Mom...please stop...I beg you..." My mother shook her head painfully.

But that casual shake gave me an opening. With lightning speed, I snatched the scissors from her hand.

My mother panicked and immediately turned to run away, but it seemed I couldn't stop her in time...

"Mom..." I suddenly shouted.

My mother instinctively turned around and froze. She saw me holding the sharp side of the scissors to her wrist.

"[Mom, please listen to me, okay?]" I said calmly.

The situation had turned around; faced with her son's actions, the mother had no choice.

"[Mom, don't you understand yet?]"

The mother didn't know what to say, nor dared to say anything at this moment, only shaking her head and crying.

"[Mom, you are the woman I love most. I don't want anyone but you. I only want to be with you. If you reject me, my life has no meaning. What's the point of me living?]" As she spoke, tears welled up in my eyes, though I didn't know if they were real or not. "

[I...don't do this. You should just let Mom die.]" the mother said helplessly.

"Okay, you die first, I'll follow you. As long as I can be with you, I don't care if it's heaven or hell," I said passionately.

Although Mom had always appeared resolute, when faced with her son's threat of death, she lost her way. She loved her son more than herself; without him, her life had no meaning. But incest was something she simply couldn't accept. If death could bring her son happiness, she would certainly do it without hesitation. But faced with her son's life and the heavy burden of morality, how should she choose...?

Mom collapsed to the ground, the immense pressure leaving her powerless.

I knelt before my mother. He seemed to sense her hesitation and said, "[Mom, I promise you, my love for you isn't just physical, it's spiritual too...]

Besides, we've already done it all, as long as Dad doesn't know..."

My mother listened, thinking. Was the physical body really that important? When she married my father, she thought she had found happiness, but he only took her body. She had endured so many years until now, but her son was willing to die for her body. If she sacrificed her body, would everything be alright...? "

[Mom, I feel it's unfair that Dad treats you like this. He's out there having a good time, but you're suffering here. Mom, I want to take Dad's place. What he can't give you, I will. He doesn't love you, but I will...]" I continued talking incessantly.

Yes, all these years, what have I been striving for? Can morality bring me happiness? I have beauty and money, yet I have an unfaithful husband and an unfilial son—why is this? Is my fate really so difficult, so bitter? After a series of blows, my mother's mental state had reached the brink of collapse, and she began to go mad. So she made a crazy decision.

[Mom, don't be so confused. As long as we understand our love for each other, that's enough. The rest…

…]

"[No need to say anything.]" Mom suddenly interrupted me, snatching the scissors from my hand and throwing them aside.

This time, it was my turn to be surprised. I stared at Mom, bewildered.

Mom stood up resolutely, lay down on the bed with a flourish, and said, "[I...didn't you want Mommy?]"

I hadn't even processed what was happening. I couldn't believe everything was happening so fast. After a moment's hesitation, I jumped onto the bed.

"[Mom, are you really willing?]" I asked stupidly.

"[Stop babbling. Don't you want it?]"

I couldn't believe these words came from my usually gentle, beautiful, and dignified mother. He looked at her in disbelief, wondering if this was really his mother. He timidly climbed onto the bed and hesitantly began to fondle her large breasts. Suddenly , my

mother rolled over, pinning me beneath her, and began kissing my face like a hungry wolf.

I was stunned by this unexpected turn of events. I didn't react at all, unsure of what to do. Everything before me was completely contrary to my plans.

My mother writhed her soft body, her large breasts rubbing against her son's body, her smooth, white thigh rubbing against my erect penis. Only one question occupied her mind: What is pleasure? Is this it?

I hugged my mother, still confused. What was wrong with her? Why was she acting like this?

[I grabbed my mother's bottom.]

[Mom, what's wrong?] I looked at my mother, who seemed different, and couldn't help but ask.

[What, you don't like it?] My mother asked back.

[No, I just... feel... ah...]

My mother pinched my thigh hard. [What, you've changed your mind... not so easy.] Normally, my mother would never speak or act like this, but now she had a new understanding, an understanding of taking control. How comfortable and exhilarating it was to have your destiny in your own hands.

As she spoke, Mom plopped down on my head, positioning her vulva against my mouth and rubbing it roughly. Before I could react, my face was covered in her vaginal fluid, but I quickly found my position and began frantically sucking on her vulva.

Mom writhed, waves of unprecedented pleasure washing over her. She realized how pleasurable it was to be on top of someone. Just moments ago, she had been struggling to maintain her innocence, but now she was indulging in pure pleasure—a transformation, a maddening transformation.

Poor me, though I enjoyed the pleasure of incest, I still didn't understand what was happening. The books didn't say it like that! And Mom shouldn't be like this!

[Ah...am I...comfortable?]

[Ugh...ugh...] My mouth was pressed against my mother's vagina, so I couldn't answer.

My mother looked back at my erect penis and wondered: Is this okay? Isn't this going too far? This can't be so simple. This is incest. What can I get from doing this? Just pleasure?

But isn't pleasure exactly what I need? If we're going to indulge, why not go all the way? Never mind, let's try...

My mother held my penis and sat on it. The stinging and pleasure in her vagina rushed to her nerve center. I felt a warm embrace. I was intoxicated, intoxicated by my mother's tenderness and passion, and I just wanted to go all the way.

The mother straddled her son, her hips swaying up and down, the long-lost pleasure overwhelming her chaotic morality.

[Mom, why...?]

The mother looked at me, but answered seriously, [Don't ask.] Actually, the mother couldn't say why.

It wasn't for her husband, not for her son, only for herself, for years of silence, for countless blows; she just wanted to find a happy self again…

I didn't dare ask again; only now did he understand his mother's dignity like never before.

[I…grab Mom's…breasts…]

[Oh.] I had long wanted to touch those swaying breasts, but for some reason, I just couldn't. Now, it was my mother reminding me.

{Harder.} [

Oh.] It seems I'm still scared.

Soon, Mom got tired too. She lay down to one side and said casually, [Good son...it's your turn...]

I immediately plopped down on top of her like a log, and Mom guided my penis into her wet vagina.

I mechanically thrust my hips, my large penis moving back and forth inside Mom's vagina.

[Oh...ah...] Mom couldn't help but moan, pleasure coursing through her veins. She forgot the weight of morality, forgot the shame of reality. At this moment, she only wanted to enjoy herself, to enjoy the pleasure of sex, to enjoy the thrill of incest. Clearly, she had successfully found herself.

[Oh...I...faster...harder...] Gradually ,

I forgot everything that had just happened, becoming obsessed with my mother's body. He waved his large penis to satisfy my mother and also to satisfy his own incestuous desires.

[Mom, is it comfortable?]

[Stop nagging... ah...]

[Yes, Mom.]

I thrust into my mother's body with all my might. Mother and son both fell into the bliss of incestuous pleasure. It didn't matter who was the initiator or the passive; there was only the release of desire, no morality, no worries... Mother

and son were frantically mating. My mother looked at me seductively, twisting her sexy body to the rhythm, her large breasts swaying back and forth. I looked at my mother happily, my heart filled with indescribable joy...

Soon, my mother reached orgasm in the passionate pleasure, and I also found satisfaction inside my mother's body.

My mother lay in bed, savoring the pleasure she hadn't felt in so many years. She believed this wasn't the last time, nor would it be the only time, because she felt she had changed completely and was actively pursuing her own life…

I had finally obtained my mother's body, though somewhat inexplicably, I was still intoxicated.

[The End]

I (20 years old) have been hopelessly in love with my mother (40 years old) for three years now.

Seeing my mother as a living, breathing, alluring, mature woman, not just a mother, was something I did when I was in my first year of high school.

That day in PE class, the girls were practicing high jump. Our PE teacher happened to be sick, so a female teacher in her thirties from the senior year substituted. She demonstrated for the girls first, and I noticed that her well-proportioned and athletic figure made her full breasts bounce as she ran and jumped—so attractive! Her legs were also long and white, very beautiful and sexy.

This scene left a deep impression on me, so much so that I couldn't stop thinking about it even after I got home. When my mother opened my bedroom door, I was shocked to find that she was not only more beautiful than the teacher but also more feminine; her breasts and long legs were incredibly sexy. From that moment on, I fell in love with my mother.

For the next few months, I was tormented by this unrequited love, unable to eat or sleep. I would often stare at my mother for hours on end, and when no one was home, I would take out her clothes and masturbate. Unfortunately, my mother loved me very much and often had physical contact with me. I struggled to control myself and was on the verge of a breakdown.

Finally, I couldn't resist anymore. My dad happened to be away on a business trip for a day, and driven by this crazy urge, I went to the pharmacy and bought a few sleeping pills. That night, I deliberately asked my mom to cook more dishes and bought a bottle of wine for us to drink together. I put the pills in her wine. Soon after dinner, my mom said she was very sleepy and went to bed early. I patiently waited for half an hour, figuring she was sound asleep, then locked the front door, turned off the lights, and went to my mom's room.

I was both terrified and excited; desire overcame reason. I got into bed and carefully undressed my mother. I kissed her lips very, very gently, my heart pounding, afraid she would suddenly wake up. But she didn't. I also caressed her breasts and thighs; it was my first time touching a woman's body.

I gently kissed her genitals, touching her vaginal opening with my tongue. Throughout the whole process, I was both excited and afraid. I loved my mother's legs, so I kissed almost her entire lower body, especially licking her feet for a long time. Seeing that my mother hadn't woken up even while I was licking her feet, I figured she was in a very deep sleep. So I stripped naked and pressed myself against her.

The feeling of being in full contact with my mother was incredibly warm. My penis immediately pressed against the entrance of her vagina; the soft, slightly warm sensation there made me almost ejaculate. I quickly lifted myself up and ejaculated onto my mother's belly. Perhaps due to the tension, I felt extremely tired, and my penis wouldn't get hard again. Therefore, that night I touched my mother's body but didn't actually have sex with her.

I deeply regretted losing this opportunity, because I never had another chance like it for the next three years. My father never went on business trips again, and I didn't dare take that risk. My love for my mother grew stronger every day.

About a month ago, I went to a forum for people who discuss incest. One person said he had been with my mother, that it started with rape, and kept encouraging me to rape her. I was swayed by him. It was a little after 5 a.m. on a Saturday, and I was so excited that I decided to take action when my father went hiking every Saturday morning and my mother was home alone.

It was just getting light, and I sat in front of the computer for another hour or so. Finally, my father got up, ate some milk and bread, and left. Hearing him close his bedroom door, I was overwhelmed with excitement. I immediately shut down the computer, took off my clothes in my room, and encouraged myself as I did so. No matter what the outcome, even if it meant death, I had to make love to my mother and have her.

I approached my mother's bedside and saw her lying on her side, fast asleep. In the morning light, her profile was incredibly beautiful. I carefully and nervously climbed into bed and lay down next to her. My heart was pounding uncontrollably.

Because it was summer, my mother was only wearing a loose, somewhat transparent nightgown, and I could vaguely see that she was only wearing underwear underneath. I carefully lifted my mother's skirt, revealing her snow-white, full buttocks. I reached down and pulled her white panties down to her ankles without her noticing. Just as I was secretly relieved, my mother suddenly turned over. I was stunned, as if struck by lightning. Time seemed to stand still. I saw my mother's eyelashes trembling, trembling. Finally, my worst fear came true: my mother slowly opened her beautiful eyes.

That moment seemed to last a thousand years.

Looking into my mother's familiar, beautiful eyes, I didn't know what to do. I truly felt an immense fear within me. I knew I was facing the most important decision of my life, and I truly didn't know which way to go, even though I had made up my mind beforehand. At that moment, I clearly saw a look of confusion in my mother's eyes, her sexy red lips slightly parted, about to utter the syllable "you." If I had been hesitant and uncertain before, then this small movement of my mother's prompted me to make my final decision. I knew the consequences if my mother cried out. I acted quickly.

Before my mother could utter a sound, my lips sealed hers. I decisively pressed down on my mother, using my feet to spread her legs apart. My mother stared blankly for a full minute, her eyes wide open, then terror filled her eyes. She twisted her body, flailing her arms and desperately trying to break free from my control, making soft whimpering sounds. At that moment, I couldn't care less about anything else; I just desperately wanted to merge with my mother's warm body. The

unprecedented stimulation and fear brought my desire to its peak, and I anxiously searched for an outlet.

My mother struggled more and more frantically, her breathing becoming increasingly rapid. My lips brushed against my mother's cheek, and I felt two streams of salty tears streaming down her face. I involuntarily sat up, looking at her. Her eyes were slightly closed, and the sight of tears at the corners of her eyes filled me with both pity and love, almost making me abandon any further thoughts of assaulting her. Just as I was caught in this internal struggle, I suddenly felt myself enter a warm and moist new world, a feeling so comforting it made me want to cry. My mother, as if struck by lightning, stood there stunned, her eyes wide open, staring at me in disbelief, her body stiffening instantly. Instinctively,

I began to thrust. Although this was my first experience, I had already learned how to do it from books and movies. My chest overflowed with happiness and joy. At that moment, I completely forgot where I was, only knowing that I was floating in a paradise of bliss. I couldn't control my joy at all, experiencing an unprecedented climax in a torrent of release. I collapsed weakly onto my mother. She seemed too lazy to push me away, so I lay there quietly. After a while, I felt my mother's chest rise and fall, then I heard a low, suppressed sob. My mother was crying.

I felt guilty and flustered, and hurriedly sat up, only to see my mother's face streaked with tears. I panicked. I wanted to comfort my mother, but I didn't know what to say. I just timidly called out, "Mom, Mom."

My mother turned her face away, ignoring me, her body trembling even more violently from crying.

I really didn't know what to do. I was overwhelmed with regret. I felt embarrassed to find myself still on top of my mother. Feeling a little awkward, I sheepishly got off and lay down on the side.

My mother turned her body towards the inside of the bed, her shoulders shaking violently as she cried silently. I reached out and gently touched my mother's shoulder, but she turned away. I reached out again, but she dodged again. I simply pressed my whole body against her and hugged her tightly. My mother struggled slightly, but finding me resolute, she stopped moving.

I felt both regret and pity, yet I discovered my desire was rising again; my penis hardened, pressing against my mother's buttocks. My mother must have noticed the change in my body, consciously trying to move away. I thought that since we'd already done it once, doing it again wouldn't matter, so I turned my mother's body around and pressed down on her again.

My mother panicked, clenching her fists and punching and hitting me. Ignoring my mother's resistance and struggles, I used my legs to spread my mother's tightly closed legs and entered her body once more.

I kissed my mother haphazardly as I thrust into her. Each thrust elicited a soft moan from her, and each powerful stroke made her full, white breasts bounce. Every friction between our bodies brought me immense pleasure; I felt her body becoming increasingly wet, making penetration easier and easier. Unaware of when to pause before continuing, I thrust relentlessly until I reached the peak of ecstasy.

After a cathartic ejaculation, I was astonished to find my mother still breathing heavily, her eyes slightly closed, her mons pubis still arched upwards, trying to press even closer to my body. My mother's face was flushed and slightly sweaty. I knelt between her legs and gazed quietly at her beautiful face.

The unusual silence in the room brought my mother back to her senses. She opened her eyes and saw me still staring at her blankly. Realizing her earlier behavior, she felt both ashamed and remorseful, and kicked me hard. Completely unprepared, I was kicked squarely in the chest, and I cried out as I fell off the bed to the floor. My mother probably hadn't expected to kick me to the floor either. Seeing my pained expression, she sat up with concern, looked at me, and instinctively reached out to help me up. Then, realizing she was still naked, and thinking about everything I had done to her and her own behavior, she gave me a resentful look, turned back and collapsed onto the pillow, burying her head deeply in it, her shoulders trembling as she silently wept.

I struggled to get up and sat on the edge of the bed, trying to comfort my mother. But as soon as my hand touched her skin, she violently twisted her shoulders and said in a hoarse voice, "Go away! I don't want to see you! Go away, go away!"

I tried several times, but she remained the same, so I had no choice but to go back to my room.

My mother stayed in her bedroom all morning. When my father came home, he saw my mother asleep with her head facing inwards and hadn't gotten up yet, so he asked me what was wrong. I glanced at my mother's reclining figure and deliberately raised my voice a little, saying, "Mom said she's not feeling well, her head is a bit dizzy, and she asked us not to disturb her; she wants to rest more."

My oblivious father didn't notice anything amiss between my mother and me, and even told me to speak more softly.

To make up for my guilt towards my mother, I cooked several of her favorite dishes that noon and brought the food to her bedside. I whispered to her, "Mom, it's time to eat." When she didn't respond, I whispered again, "Mom, I'm sorry. I've really fallen in love with you; it's all my fault. Please eat something." My mother still didn't respond. Then Dad urged me to eat. To avoid arousing his suspicion, I had to tell Mom, "Mom, I'll go out now. I'm sorry, you can punish me later."

After dinner, Dad spent the whole afternoon reading in his study. I kept trying to find a chance to talk to Mom, but I didn't get the chance. The only thing that comforted me was that Mom ate all her food.

When it was time to cook dinner, Dad told me he had to attend a wedding banquet that evening and that I didn't need to cook for him. He also specifically told me to take good care of Mom.

Dad left around 4 PM, and at 5 PM I went into Mom's room again. Mom was still lying in bed. I went to Mom and sat down on the edge of the bed. My mother knew I was there and started sobbing silently again. I felt incredibly bored. "Mom, are you still angry?" She remained lying on her side, face to the wall, ignoring me. Her beautiful profile reignited my desire. Since I was going to do it again anyway, I decided to go all in. I spread her legs and pounced on her. My mother seemed to sense the impending doom; I don't know where the strength came from, but she pushed me away violently. Just as she tried to stand up and escape, I grabbed one of her legs, and she fell heavily onto the bed.

In her despair, a pair of scissors on the bedside table caught her eye, and she quickly reached for them.

Just as I was about to pounce on my mother again, she suddenly turned around, holding a pair of scissors to her own neck, trembling as she said, "[I...please don't continue...Mom can't take it anymore...If you keep doing this......

I'll...I'll die...in front of you...]"

This sudden scene stunned me. I stood frozen in front of my mother, too afraid to move. "

[I...I'm your mother...we can't...I hope you can understand Mom...don't force me...]" my mother said, crying. Her body trembled, her face contorted, her eyes filled with panic. "

[Mom, please don't do this. You know I do this because I love you...]" I was clearly much calmer than my mother. He tried to talk to her to kill time and distract her.

"I...no...I can't...If you...really love Mom...please stop...I beg you..." My mother shook her head painfully.

But that casual shake gave me an opening. With lightning speed, I snatched the scissors from her hand.

My mother panicked and immediately turned to run away, but it seemed I couldn't stop her in time...

"Mom..." I suddenly shouted.

My mother instinctively turned around and froze. She saw me holding the sharp side of the scissors to her wrist.

"[Mom, please listen to me, okay?]" I said calmly.

The situation had turned around; faced with her son's actions, the mother had no choice.

"[Mom, don't you understand yet?]"

The mother didn't know what to say, nor dared to say anything at this moment, only shaking her head and crying.

"[Mom, you are the woman I love most. I don't want anyone but you. I only want to be with you. If you reject me, my life has no meaning. What's the point of me living?]" As she spoke, tears welled up in my eyes, though I didn't know if they were real or not. "

[I...don't do this. You should just let Mom die.]" the mother said helplessly.

"Okay, you die first, I'll follow you. As long as I can be with you, I don't care if it's heaven or hell," I said passionately.

Although Mom had always appeared resolute, when faced with her son's threat of death, she lost her way. She loved her son more than herself; without him, her life had no meaning. But incest was something she simply couldn't accept. If death could bring her son happiness, she would certainly do it without hesitation. But faced with her son's life and the heavy burden of morality, how should she choose...?

Mom collapsed to the ground, the immense pressure leaving her powerless.

I knelt before my mother. He seemed to sense her hesitation and said, "[Mom, I promise you, my love for you isn't just physical, it's spiritual too...]

Besides, we've already done it all, as long as Dad doesn't know..."

My mother listened, thinking. Was the physical body really that important? When she married my father, she thought she had found happiness, but he only took her body. She had endured so many years until now, but her son was willing to die for her body. If she sacrificed her body, would everything be alright...? "

[Mom, I feel it's unfair that Dad treats you like this. He's out there having a good time, but you're suffering here. Mom, I want to take Dad's place. What he can't give you, I will. He doesn't love you, but I will...]" I continued rambling on and on.

Yes, all these years, what have I been striving for? Can morality bring me happiness? I have beauty, I have money, yet I have an unfaithful husband and an unfilial son—why is this? Is my fate really so difficult, so bitter? After a series of blows, my mother's mental state had reached the brink of collapse, and she began to go mad. So she made a crazy decision.

[Mom, don't be so confused. As long as we understand our love for each other, that's enough. The rest…

…]

[No need to say anything.] My mother suddenly interrupted me, snatching the scissors from my hand and throwing them aside.

Then it was my turn to be surprised. I stared at my mother, bewildered.

She stood up resolutely, lay down on the bed with a flourish, and said, "[I...didn't you want Mommy?]"

I hadn't even processed what was happening. I couldn't believe everything was happening so fast. After a moment's hesitation, I jumped onto the bed too.

"[Mommy, are you really willing?]" I asked naively. "

[Stop babbling. Don't you want it?]"

I couldn't believe these words came from my usually gentle, beautiful, and dignified mother. He looked at her in disbelief, wondering if this was really his mother. He timidly climbed onto the bed and hesitantly began to fondle her large breasts.

Suddenly, my mother rolled over, pinning me beneath her, and began kissing my face like a hungry wolf.

I was stunned by this unexpected turn of events. I didn't react at all, unsure of what to do. Everything before me was completely contrary to my plans.

My mother writhed her soft body, her large breasts rubbing against her son's body, her smooth, white thigh rubbing against my erect penis. Only one question occupied her mind: What is pleasure? Is this it?

I hugged my mother, still confused. What was wrong with her? Why was she acting like this?

[I grabbed my mother's bottom.]

[Mom, what's wrong?] I looked at my mother, who seemed different, and couldn't help but ask.

[What, you don't like it?] My mother asked back.

[No, I just... feel... ah...]

My mother pinched my thigh hard. [What, you've changed your mind... not so easy.] Normally, my mother would never speak or act like this, but now she had a new understanding, an understanding of taking control. How comfortable and exhilarating it was to have your destiny in your own hands.

As she spoke, Mom plopped down on my head, positioning her vulva against my mouth and rubbing it roughly. Before I could react, my face was covered in her vaginal fluid, but I quickly found my position and began frantically sucking on her vulva.

Mom writhed, waves of unprecedented pleasure washing over her. She realized how pleasurable it was to be on top of someone. Just moments ago, she had been struggling to maintain her innocence, but now she was indulging in pure pleasure—a transformation, a maddening transformation.

Poor me, though I enjoyed the pleasure of incest, I still didn't understand what was happening. The books didn't say it like that! And Mom shouldn't be like this!

[Ah...am I...comfortable?]

[Ugh...ugh...] My mouth was pressed against my mother's vagina, so I couldn't answer.

My mother looked back at my erect penis and wondered: Is this okay? Isn't this going too far? This can't be so simple. This is incest. What can I get from doing this? Just pleasure?

But isn't pleasure exactly what I need? If we're going to indulge, why not go all the way? Never mind, let's try...

My mother held my penis and sat on it. The stinging and pleasure in her vagina rushed to her nerve center. I felt a warm embrace. I was intoxicated, intoxicated by my mother's tenderness and passion, and I just wanted to go all the way.

The mother straddled her son, her hips swaying up and down, the long-lost pleasure overwhelming her chaotic morality.

[Mom, why...?]

The mother looked at me, but answered seriously, [Don't ask.] Actually, the mother couldn't say why.

It wasn't for her husband, not for her son, only for herself, for years of silence, for countless blows; she just wanted to find a happy self again…

I didn't dare ask again; only now did he understand his mother's dignity like never before.

[I…grab Mom's…breasts…]

[Oh.] I had long wanted to touch those swaying breasts, but for some reason, I just couldn't. Now, it was my mother reminding me.

{Harder.} [

Oh.] It seems I'm still scared.

Soon, Mom got tired too. She lay down to one side and said casually, [Good son...it's your turn...]

I immediately plopped down on top of her like a log, and Mom guided my penis into her wet vagina.

I mechanically thrust my hips, my large penis moving back and forth inside Mom's vagina.

[Oh...ah...] Mom couldn't help but moan, pleasure coursing through her veins. She forgot the weight of morality, forgot the shame of reality. At this moment, she only wanted to enjoy herself, to enjoy the pleasure of sex, to enjoy the thrill of incest. Clearly, she had successfully found herself.

[Oh...I...faster...harder...] Gradually ,

I forgot everything that had just happened, becoming obsessed with my mother's body. He waved his large penis to satisfy my mother and also to satisfy his own incestuous desires.

[Mom, is it comfortable?]

[Stop nagging... ah...]

[Yes, Mom.]

I thrust into my mother's body with all my might. Mother and son both fell into the bliss of incestuous pleasure. It didn't matter who was the initiator or the passive; there was only the release of desire, no morality, no worries... Mother

and son were frantically mating. My mother looked at me seductively, twisting her sexy body to the rhythm, her large breasts swaying back and forth. I looked at my mother happily, my heart filled with indescribable joy...

Soon, my mother reached orgasm in the passionate pleasure, and I also found satisfaction inside my mother's body.

My mother lay in bed, savoring the pleasure she hadn't felt in so many years. She believed this wasn't the last time, nor would it be the only time, because she felt she had changed completely and was actively pursuing her own life…

I had obtained my mother's body as I had wished. Although it was somewhat inexplicable, I was still intoxicated.

[The End]

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