Incestuous Contract

In 1991, an opportunity fell from the sky, allowing me to earn a fortune I'd never made before in a peculiar way.

I met him during a chance encounter at a prostitute's, a pornographic film producer deeply interested in themes like incest, abuse, and rape. He had just arrived in Prague and was attracted to my sexy physique. He started befriending me, hoping I would become the lead in his new film.

A week later, we met at a hotel café. I stared blankly at the coffee and delicate pastries on the table, because my family was extremely poor, and these were things I rarely saw.

The producer smiled and presented me with a contract for the film: five thousand US dollars—a sum I'd have to sell my anus for.

The price of this enormous sum was that I would have sex with my own mother! It wasn't just about one sexual encounter; the contract stipulated that I not only had sex with my mother multiple times but also impregnate her. Only after the incestuous offspring was born would the producer pay the full five thousand dollars.

While my mother was nine months pregnant, to ensure I had no financial worries, the producer offered me other work—shooting other immediately-paid pornographic films.

The total income was approximately eight thousand dollars, more than either I or my mother had ever seen in our lives.

Staring at the contract, I was breathless with tension. I had never imagined having sex with my own mother! Let alone getting her pregnant! To me, my mother was an inviolable person! Unlike other women.

But the money was an overwhelming temptation. In the end, I signed the contract, agreeing to make the film, even if it didn't represent my mother… When I told my mother the news, she was immediately captivated by the astonishing pay on the paper and agreed to all the terms of the contract, even though the wicked idea of having sex with her own son was a socially unacceptable sin! But… who cares?! My mother was a thirty-eight-year-old woman in her prime, well-maintained, a mature woman with a slender waist and full breasts.

An additional clause in the contract stipulated that the producer would rent a luxury suite in Prague's best hotel for my mother and me to conceive our child there.

Besides the 5,000 yuan fee, the luxury suite itself was a major draw, and all of this was explicitly stated in the contract. Furthermore, the producer agreed to cover all medical expenses during my mother's pregnancy, including childbirth, delivery, prenatal checkups, and postpartum care.

On the day of filming, my mother and I arrived at Prague's First Hotel, where the producer had booked our honeymoon suite.

We received the best service, including top-quality champagne and first-class cuisine. The hotel staff treated us like newlyweds, their true identities a complete secret.

After careful planning, the filming was scheduled for a special weekend—my mother's fertile period. On that crazy weekend, the honeymoon suite would be entirely ours, a private sanctuary. The only things we shared were the hidden cameras and the numerous crew members behind the radio screens.

No matter how many times we had sex in a day, the entire process would be filmed.

The producer gave my mother a sheer, ruffled blouse, so short it barely covered half of her buttocks. I was required to stay naked for the entire weekend, and everything we needed was provided by the producer or hotel staff.

On our first night, my mother and I drank expensive champagne, celebrating this lucrative indulgence. We also needed alcohol to numb our senses, as neither my mother nor I knew how to begin this mother-son incestuous act! However, the producer, watching the screen, had an idea. Over the phone, he ordered us, the 'newlywed mother and son,' to share a bed. I was naked, while my mother wore her sexy short blouse.

Cameras and sound equipment were already set up around the bed, the lighting was ample, and a television screen connected to a VCR was playing pornographic films.

As we lay together in bed, the film began, and we, aroused, slowly embraced each other. We watched the porn, imitated it, followed its actions, and then filmed it.

Watching the intense scenes on the screen, my penis quickly became erect.

Since my mother and I were both somewhat drunk, the taboo of incest gradually faded from our minds, and we began to kiss and caress each other on the bed.

My mother's starry eyes were slightly closed, enjoying her son's gentle caresses, her hands cupping my hard, hot penis, gently stroking it up and down.

I pulled up my mother's robe, pressed my lips to her full, soft breasts, sucking on her tender nipples, my fingers beginning to explore upwards, first feeling my mother's warm breasts, then downwards, past her smooth, protruding belly, until my fingertips explored her hot, moist honey pot, my eternal homeland.

I made no attempt to hide, nor could I hide, my desire for my mother's beautiful body; my penis quickly became erect, swollen to an unprecedented degree.

Driven by the impending explosion of desire, I quickly took action, spreading my mother's legs apart and forcefully inserting my penis into the vagina of my own mother, which was making my heart itch unbearably.

"Ah!~~" My mother's cry of pain told me that my semen, my seed, would soon become a baby... Even though I didn't know how to deal with my incestuous relationship with my mother in the future, at this moment... I had no mind to care! I only knew that I was burying my head in my mother's body and thrusting wildly! When my mother was finally wet enough to withstand my thrusts, driven by a strange thought, I spread my mother's legs wide open, letting the camera capture her most private parts, her beautifully blooming flower, completely on camera. Then, I guided my already engorged and hot penis deeper and deeper.

As the wet heat inside my mother's vagina squeezed my convulsing penis, I completely forgot the fact that my mother would become pregnant. I was just like a bull in heat, wholeheartedly cultivating the female body beneath me, cultivating, and then preparing to conceive.

I thrust my penis deep into her until I couldn't go any further, and then I began to pump, pull back, thrust in, pull back, and thrust forward again.

At this moment, my slender yet powerful body transformed into a high-frequency piston machine, relentlessly penetrating my mother with my penis between her legs, forcing her to repeatedly accept her son's release, crying out in ecstasy, "Ah! Ahh

...

The thought of thrusting into this woman's tender vagina, about to ejaculate into her uterus—the very place that gave birth to me, about to give birth to another child—filled me with an uncontrollable madness, making me tremble uncontrollably.

After much deliberation, I knew the chances of conception were high, so I relaxed, embracing my mother's hips tightly, ready to share the final climax.

At first, I trembled uncontrollably, my penis throbbing deeply inside her vagina. When the electric-like sensation became unbearable, I ejaculated a large amount of hot, fresh semen

, and my mother moaned "Ah ...

As it softened and withdrew from my vagina, I lay down beside my mother, and we both drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, we repeated the same process, the exact same actions, only with more intense emotions and more skillful intimacy.

Although I couldn't believe what I was doing, I really had sex with my own mother! Not only that, we enjoyed each other's bodies in every place where we could have sex, in every position—base position, riding position, doggy style—on the floor, in the bathroom, even in the elevator. Perhaps there

was no love in this kind of sex, perhaps only the affection between mother and son, but in terms of our physical desires for each other, we were absolutely the best sexual partners. No one else understood each other's bodies better than us, and no one experienced orgasms more intensely than us, because we were the closest of relatives, mother and son.

Ignoring our actual identity as mother and son, in the hotel lobby, we still acted like a couple, like any newlyweds, boldly expressing our expectations for each other, embracing, kissing passionately, and caressing each other ecstatically.

I also went on a picnic with my mother at a nearby park. On a grassy area by a pond, at the producer's request, my mother lay on a tree trunk, and I lifted her skirt from behind, embracing her bare buttocks. In that position, I thrust in and out, ejaculating forcefully in full view of everyone.

By the end of the weekend, I had lost count of how many times I'd slept with my mother, but overall, it had exceeded the number required by the contract. And luckily, I successfully got her pregnant.

For the next nine months, I played the male lead in about twenty pornographic films, including scenes with my pregnant mother, depicting incestuous relationships.

As agreed, the producer paid me immediately after each film, and after many nights, he also gave my mother and me double the fee for our encounters.

Then, when the contract expired, my mother gave birth to my child, a healthy eight-pound baby girl. At

the same time as the delivery, $5,000 was immediately sent, along with a long-term contract that would take effect eight years later.

In 1991, an opportunity fell from the sky, allowing me to earn a fortune I'd never made before in a peculiar way.

I met him during a chance encounter at a prostitute's, a pornographic film producer deeply interested in themes like incest, abuse, and rape. He had just arrived in Prague and was attracted to my sexy physique. He started befriending me, hoping I would become the lead in his new film.

A week later, we met at a hotel café. I stared blankly at the coffee and delicate pastries on the table, because my family was extremely poor, and these were things I rarely saw.

The producer smiled and presented me with a contract for the film: five thousand US dollars—a sum I'd have to sell my anus for.

The price of this enormous sum was that I would have sex with my own mother! It wasn't just about one sexual encounter; the contract stipulated that I not only had sex with my mother multiple times but also impregnate her. Only after the incestuous offspring was born would the producer pay the full five thousand dollars.

While my mother was nine months pregnant, to ensure I had no financial worries, the producer offered me other work—shooting other immediately-paid pornographic films.

The total income was approximately eight thousand dollars, more than either I or my mother had ever seen in our lives.

Staring at the contract, I was breathless with tension. I had never imagined having sex with my own mother! Let alone getting her pregnant! To me, my mother was an inviolable person! Unlike other women.

But the money was an overwhelming temptation. In the end, I signed the contract, agreeing to make the film, even if it didn't represent my mother… When I told my mother the news, she was immediately captivated by the astonishing pay on the paper and agreed to all the terms of the contract, even though the wicked idea of having sex with her own son was a socially unacceptable sin! But… who cares?! My mother was a thirty-eight-year-old woman in her prime, well-maintained, a mature woman with a slender waist and full breasts.

An additional clause in the contract stipulated that the producer would rent a luxury suite in Prague's best hotel for my mother and me to conceive our child there.

Besides the 5,000 yuan fee, the luxury suite itself was a major draw, and all of this was explicitly stated in the contract. Furthermore, the producer agreed to cover all medical expenses during my mother's pregnancy, including childbirth, delivery, prenatal checkups, and postpartum care.

On the day of filming, my mother and I arrived at Prague's First Hotel, where the producer had booked our honeymoon suite.

We received the best service, including top-quality champagne and first-class cuisine. The hotel staff treated us like newlyweds, their true identities a complete secret.

After careful planning, the filming was scheduled for a special weekend—my mother's fertile period. On that crazy weekend, the honeymoon suite would be entirely ours, a private sanctuary. The only things we shared were the hidden cameras and the numerous crew members behind the radio screens.

No matter how many times we had sex in a day, the entire process would be filmed.

The producer gave my mother a sheer, ruffled blouse, so short it barely covered half of her buttocks. I was required to stay naked for the entire weekend, and everything we needed was provided by the producer or hotel staff.

On our first night, my mother and I drank expensive champagne, celebrating this lucrative indulgence. We also needed alcohol to numb our senses, as neither my mother nor I knew how to begin this mother-son incestuous act! However, the producer, watching the screen, had an idea. Over the phone, he ordered us, the 'newlywed mother and son,' to share a bed. I was naked, while my mother wore her sexy short blouse.

Cameras and sound equipment were already set up around the bed, the lighting was ample, and a television screen connected to a VCR was playing pornographic films.

As we lay together in bed, the film began, and we, aroused, slowly embraced each other. We watched the porn, imitated it, followed its actions, and then filmed it.

Watching the intense scenes on the screen, my penis quickly became erect.

Since my mother and I were both somewhat drunk, the taboo of incest gradually faded from our minds, and we began to kiss and caress each other on the bed.

My mother's starry eyes were slightly closed, enjoying her son's gentle caresses, her hands cupping my hard, hot penis, gently stroking it up and down.

I pulled up my mother's robe, pressed my lips to her full, soft breasts, sucking on her tender nipples, my fingers beginning to explore upwards, first feeling my mother's warm breasts, then downwards, past her smooth, protruding belly, until my fingertips explored her hot, moist honey pot, my eternal homeland.

I made no attempt to hide, nor could I hide, my desire for my mother's beautiful body; my penis quickly became erect, swollen to an unprecedented degree.

Driven by the impending explosion of desire, I quickly took action, spreading my mother's legs apart and forcefully inserting my penis into the vagina of my own mother, which was making my heart itch unbearably.

"Ah!~~" My mother's cry of pain told me that my semen, my seed, would soon become a baby... Even though I didn't know how to deal with my incestuous relationship with my mother in the future, at this moment... I had no mind to care! I only knew that I was burying my head in my mother's body and thrusting wildly! When my mother was finally wet enough to withstand my thrusts, driven by a strange thought, I spread my mother's legs wide open, letting the camera capture her most private parts, her beautifully blooming flower, completely on the lens. Then, I guided my already engorged and burning penis deeper and deeper.

As the warm, moist heat inside my mother's vagina pressed against my convulsing penis, I completely forgot the fact that I was impregnating her. Like a bull in heat, I focused entirely on cultivating the woman beneath me, cultivating, and preparing to conceive.

I thrust

my penis deep inside until I couldn't go any further, then began to pump, withdraw, thrust in, withdraw, and thrust forward again. At that moment, my slender yet powerful body became a high-frequency piston machine, relentlessly penetrating my mother with my penis, making her repeatedly accept her son's release, crying out in ecstasy: "Ah! Ahh

... With each powerful thrust, the double bed creaked and groaned. As my penis forcefully entered my mother's vagina, a surge of intense pleasure sent us soaring into ecstasy.

The thought of thrusting into this woman's tender depths, about to ejaculate into her womb—the very place that had conceived me, about to give birth to another child—was overwhelming, making me tremble uncontrollably.

After much deliberation, I knew the chances of conception were high, so I relaxed, embracing my mother's hips tightly, ready to share the final climax.

At first, I trembled, then my penis began to convulse, deeply buried within my mother's vagina. When the electric sensation became unbearable, a torrent of hot, fresh semen gushed forth. My mother moaned with each ejaculation, "Ah ...

I don't know how much time passed before I came to my senses. Looking at my mother, who was already dazed, beneath me, my penis stubbornly remained inside her.

When it began to soften and withdraw, I lay down beside her, and we both drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, we repeated the same process, the exact same actions, only with more intense emotions and more practiced intimacy.

Although I couldn't believe what I had done, I had indeed slept with my own mother! Not only that, we enjoyed each other's bodies in every place where intercourse was possible, in every position—base position, riding position, doggy style—on the floor, in the bathroom, even in the elevator. Perhaps

this intercourse lacked love, perhaps it was only the affection between mother and son, but in terms of physical desire, we were absolutely the best sexual partners. No one else understood each other's bodies better, or experienced orgasms more intensely, because we were the closest of relatives, mother and son.

Ignoring our actual mother-son relationship, in the hotel lobby we acted like a married couple, like any newlyweds, boldly expressing our expectations of each other, embracing, kissing passionately, and caressing each other fervently.

I also went on a picnic with my mother in a nearby park. On a grassy area by a pond, at the producer's request, my mother lay on a tree trunk, allowing me to lift her skirt from behind, embrace her bare buttocks, and thrust in and out in that position, forcefully ejaculating in full view of everyone.

By the end of the weekend, I had lost count of how many times I had slept with my mother, but overall, it had exceeded the number required by the contract, and luckily, I had successfully gotten her pregnant. In

the nine months that followed, I played the male lead in about twenty pornographic films, including scenes with my pregnant mother, portraying mother-son incest.

As agreed, the producer paid me immediately after each film, and also gave my mother and me double the fee for our encounters after many nights.

Then, when the contract expired, my mother gave birth to my child, a healthy eight-pound baby girl.

At the same time as the delivery, five thousand dollars were immediately sent, along with a long-term contract that would take effect eight years later.

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