My dearest family

This is a somewhat unbelievable and incomprehensible story, but it will depict the profound love between a man and a woman who defied basic morality, proving the "fragility" of people's hearts today.

My soul was reborn, carrying my memories and thoughts from before. Before that, I met an old man with a white beard. The old man told me that in my new life, I would fall in love with my dearest relative, and stay with them until the end, never to be separated. I wanted to ask why. He said it was an experiment, and our cooperation was needed.

So, I was born, becoming the son of a mature and beautiful woman. She is my dearest relative, my only relative.

My mother was an orphan, losing both parents at a very young age and spending twelve years in an orphanage. Because of her beautiful appearance and figure, she was scouted by an entertainment company and became a signed artist, undergoing training as a singer and model. Initially, my mother was worried about unspoken rules and scandals, but her life and work afterward did not cause her such worries, so she continued working.

Gradually, Mom's reputation grew, and she even gained many fans. She felt this life was actually quite good, so she wholeheartedly accepted the job.

However, she was still a relatively unknown newcomer with a small fan base. As the saying goes, "Man proposes, God disposes."

One day, company executives invited sponsors to dinner, requiring Mom and her fellow beauties to accompany them. Since it was a company assignment, Mom went. At the dinner, she met a handsome and charming young man who clearly captivated her. The two became lovers.

Then, tragedy struck. They disguised themselves and went to a hotel. That night, Mom gave her virginity to this young man. That night, like the protagonists in some adult videos, they were having an affair, trying out various positions.

These scenes were captured by a well-hidden camera in the hotel and posted online by someone with malicious intent.

Unfortunately, the young man's father saw the video. This had a terrible impact on their company, so Mom, angry and heartbroken, left the young man and went to Europe to start a new life.

Even more tragically, that young man, constantly depressed, caused a fatal accident while driving under the influence of alcohol on his way home.

My mother, far away in Europe, received the news and was heartbroken for a long time until she learned she was pregnant at the hospital, which eased her mind considerably.

All of this was told to me by the old man before I was born, and my mother also told me these things when I was sixteen. When I asked what the purpose of this experiment was, he simply said six words: "inbreeding." I was completely confused.

Because she earned a lot of money, after giving birth to me, she enrolled in a local nursing school and became a nurse, raising me as a child.

When I learned that this beautiful mature woman was my mother, and the closest relative I was going to love, I found it hard to understand.

This year I am seventeen, and my mother is thirty-seven, the most sensual age for a woman. My mother is the kind of woman who is refreshingly beautiful, even without makeup. In her youth, she was known as the "Goddess of Geeks," making countless men fantasize. She has a great figure, standing at 1.72 meters tall, with a perfect golden ratio curve, making her dazzling.

"Mommy, I'm home." After school, I often leaned against the kitchen doorframe, watching my mother cook, which always made me excited. Could this be the old man's doing?

"Why are you always looking at your mother like that lately? It's strange." My mother gave me a shy glare and continued with her work.

"I think I've fallen in love with you." I blurted out involuntarily.

"Good son, Mommy loves you too." My mother didn't understand what I meant.

The next day, on my way to school, I went to a place I had to go to every day—my girlfriend's house. My girlfriend's name was Marceau, a tall and beautiful girl. Normally, if I had fallen in love with my mother, I wouldn't have had any other thoughts, but this girl had pursued me. To avoid being ridiculed and mocked (that's how it is in Western society; if you date or lose your virginity before the age of eighteen, people will laugh at your lack of virginity), I had no choice but to accept her advances.

"Darling, do you like me or not?" Marceau leaned against me, her chest pressed tightly against mine, one finger tickling my chest.

"Love!" I said.

"What? You're making such a reluctant sound. Did I upset you?" Marceau, being a young girl, was now relentlessly pressing the issue.

"No...no way," I stammered, unable to find a way to argue with her. "

Hmph! You stinky men are all like this," Marceau pouted, ignoring me.

"What's wrong with us men?" I snapped, furious. What kind of person was she, chasing after me and still so arrogant?

"You...you men are annoying, boring, lowbrow," Marceau retorted, unable to find a solution, resorting to insults.

"How are we men annoying, boring, lowbrow?" The argument was inevitable, and it took a while to subside.

"Let's break up." I never expected Marceau to be the one to propose breaking up. Where did that leave my pride? This woman was ruthless.

"Fine, let's break up then. Who's afraid of who?" I said, leaving her house and heading towards school.

I was in a really bad mood that day. My usual routine had been disrupted by that "bitch," and I couldn't concentrate in class. Luckily, Marceau wasn't in my class, so I didn't have to put up with her attitude. After school, I went home alone…

"Mom, do you think women need men to say 'I love you' to them every day to feel satisfied?" I asked my mother at the dinner table.

"Did you and Marceau have a fight?" My mother noticed something was wrong, seeing the anger mixed with sadness in my expression.

"She wanted to break up with me, so we broke up." I didn't hide anything anymore. "

That's good. Studying hard is the right thing to do. Don't follow those people at school, okay?" My mother said to me with concern.

"Yes!" I nodded in agreement.

For a while afterward, I focused my time and energy on my studies, trying to forget this bad experience. My grades started to improve without me even realizing it. My mother was very happy when she found out and praised me for being sensible.

But then a new problem arose. Marceau continued her relentless harassment, constantly tormenting me. First, she would apologize and act like a normal friend for a while, then she would find some excuse to insult me, ruining our relationship again.

Finally, I couldn't take it anymore and slapped her a few times to make her behave. Unexpectedly,

she called for backup and secretly beat me up. At that moment, my mind was warped; anger and sadness overwhelmed me. When I got home, I hugged my mother and cried, a heart-wrenching cry.

My mother comforted me. I had completely fallen in love with my mother; all that talk about "incest being unacceptable" was utter nonsense.

My life gradually calmed down. On my eighteenth birthday, my mother and I dressed smartly and went to school. That day, a lecherous old man saw my mother's charm and allure. In

the days that followed, he pursued her relentlessly. To be polite, my mother accepted his dates, his flowers, and his "romance."

My mother was very upset about this and would often lose her temper with me. I knew she was suffering inside. After that, she was often called out of the house, sometimes not returning until three or four in the morning. When she came back, her makeup was smudged, and her expression was full of grief and anger; she had clearly been bullied.

My anger also rose, but I had nowhere to vent it.

One day, I returned home and heard unusual noises…

“No, let go, I beg you, my son is back, stop, waah!”

“You little brat, if you scream again, I’ll beat you to death.”

At that moment, I sensed something was wrong and rushed into the room. I saw that old pervert defiling my mother’s beautiful body. I was furious. So, I forcefully pulled the old pervert away and unleashed a barrage of punches and kicks, beating him mercilessly. After several screams, the old pervert fled in terror.

Afterwards, Mom, disheveled, hugged me. Seeing her partially exposed, beautiful breasts, I was captivated and felt a stirring within me.

"You…so your son has grown up, he can protect his mother now." Mom seemed to sense my change, initially embarrassed, then relieved to have such a good son.

I released Mom, saying, "Go wash up and go to sleep. I'm going back to sleep." Feeling completely lost, I left Mom's room. Later, I realized this day was an opportunity; Mom was already preparing to give me her body, but I knew nothing about it.

One day the following month, our family received a letter. Mom opened it and learned that the young master's parents had both passed away, leaving all their inheritance to me, saying it was to express their remorse and that they had made mistakes that led to this disastrous consequence.

So Mom and I went through the formalities. Mom sold the house, quit her job, and came home with me. Returning to China and seeing people similar to myself felt incredibly comforting.

After approval from lawyers and the prosecution, we received this substantial inheritance, including 52% of the group's shares, two duplex apartments, a villa, six million US dollars in gold, and various futures and stocks. My mother and I exchanged a glance, and we both knew that good times were finally here.

Since my mother lacked business acumen, she entrusted the company to a professional management team and went back to work as a nurse at a hospital.

After all these ups and downs, my mother and I both felt that this affluent, fulfilling, and peaceful life was hard-won, so we cherished it even more. Through hard work, I was admitted to a top university in China, majoring in English, which I excelled at.

My mother had also become radiant. Her figure remained unchanged; her 37E breasts hadn't sagged and were still perky, her flat stomach without an ounce of fat—a testament to her excellent maintenance. Her slender waist, so delicate it seemed like she was only thirty, made many people think she was only thirty. Her long, shapely legs, beautiful and lovely feet, and full, pert buttocks, combined with her pure, innocent face and smooth, delicate skin, even captivated her son, whom I was watching over.

That day, my mother looked at me strangely, her breath reeking of alcohol, yet the smell was incredibly sexy and alluring on her. My mother had a natural body odor; she never used perfume, a secret that excited me greatly.

Then my mother spoke: "Xiao Ni, do you love Mommy?" (Xiao Ni is my nickname.)

"Yes, of course I love you." I felt quite awkward.

"How so?" my mother asked, tapping my nose with her index finger.

"I... am your son... of course I love you." I was somewhat at a loss for words.

"Don't try to fool me with the excuse that you're my son. I know you too well. When we were abroad, you masturbated with my underwear and stockings. You still have photos of me in a bikini from when I was young on your computer. And you read incest novels. Don't think I don't know." My mother, emboldened by alcohol, revealed all my shameful secrets.

"I..." I was speechless.

"Son, do you think Mom is beautiful?" At this moment, my mother took off her clothes, leaving only sexy stockings and seven-inch silver open-toe high heels. My penis became erect.

"Beautiful...beautiful," I stammered incoherently.

At this moment, Mom crawled between my legs, pulled down my pants, and soon a big thing came out. Mom licked it passionately, completely disregarding our mother-son relationship. I felt very comfortable too. Mom occasionally let out soft moans and gasps. Mom's "oral skills" were also very good. Licking, sucking, smacking, and holding, as well as using her hand to stroke, made me, a virgin, feel very good. Soon, I ejaculated a thick stream of semen, which Mom swallowed without thinking.

"Mom wants Xiaoni to lick my genitals." After hearing this, I carried Mom to the bed and spread her legs. At this moment, I saw her beautiful little pussy, without a single hair.

It was only after this that I learned that when my mother was young, she had to shoot sexy bikini and lingerie commercials. Due to the nature of her job, she had to shave her pubic hair, but it would grow back. So, there was a method used in the industry that damaged the hair follicles, preventing hair from growing back. This involved using strong adhesive tape to stick to the vaginal opening and then forcefully tearing it off. This way, the hair wouldn't grow back because pubic hair follicles are disposable; once damaged, they won't grow back.

My mother's labia were beautiful and plump, like a top-quality vulva. I savored them, teasing her delicate clitoris above her vaginal opening. My mother, receiving this "care," let out breathtaking moans that were very beautiful. I realized then that my mother had been a singer; no wonder she sounded so beautiful.

At this moment, a lot of "water" flowed from my mother's vagina, from thick to clear. Then my mother spoke: "I want your penis to go inside here."

Only then did I understand what excitement was. Everyone has experienced penetration of a woman's vagina, but who has ever experienced penetration of their own mother's vagina? Then I took my "gun" and, with my mother's guidance, I successfully inserted it and began to stroke it. We adopted this position, enjoying each other's body heat and the care between our hearts.

I lifted my mother's beautiful legs onto my shoulders, folded her body in half, and supported myself on the bed beside her. I knelt and thrust my body, occasionally kissing my mother's beautiful feet. My mother's feet were beautiful, without calluses or skin and bones, very delicate and sexy.

This position was so comfortable. I loved my mother to death. My mother was so beautiful, I cried out in my heart, joyfully.

The next day, the weather was sunny. My mother and I hugged each other, my penis still inside her vagina.

"Wake up," I called to my mother.

"Hmm," my mother responded with a sexy sound, looking at me, then at herself, her expression surprised. "How could you..." Then my mother slapped me. I was at a loss.

“You were drunk yesterday, so…”

Before I could finish, Mom looked at me with a grim expression: “So you did this to your mother?” Mom then pulled the blanket over herself.

“You seduced me first, you slutty mother,” I teased her. Since it was already done, I might as well continue.

“You…you’re lying.” Mom sensed something and was probably annoyed.

“Do you want me to produce evidence?” I asked.

“Yes.” Mom was determined, believing I couldn’t produce any evidence.

At that moment, I pulled a hidden camera from a secluded spot in the room.

I took out the minicard, put it in the card reader, connected it to my laptop, and opened the video. Yesterday's footage appeared. My mother, seeing her embarrassment, was very shy. Then she turned to me and said, "Good son, it was my fault. I shouldn't have seduced you. Let's end this relationship here." "

Why?" I asked.

"It's incest," my mother still made a last-ditch effort.

"Incest isn't scary. It's just a normal need. Besides, I had sex with you not to get your body, but because I truly love you. I won't abandon you; I will love you with my whole life." I looked at my mother sincerely.

"Then… I'll do as you say." My mother saw my gaze and had no choice but to give up, saying coquettishly.

"What's this video about?" My mother realized something was wrong.

"I used to have a crush on you, a crush on you as a person, a crush on your heart, a crush on your beautiful and sexy body. To alleviate this 'pain of unrequited love,' I thought of secretly filming you." My eyes became even more sincere at this point.

"I'm scared of you." Mom gave me a coquettish glare and went into the bathroom.

A few days later, one evening, Mom was working late, around 11 p.m. I only had a lamp on in the living room. Mom opened the door, took off her high heels, and the clattering sound woke me from my drowsy state.

"Mom, why didn't you answer the phone when I called the hospital?" I asked.

"Maybe I was too tired, I didn't hear it," Mom replied dismissively.

Afterwards, Mom and I shared a long, wet, passionate kiss. Soon, we were both aroused, and Mom, under my natural guidance, began to undress.

"Wow, Mom's breasts are so alluring," I exclaimed, as her bra came off.

"Would you like me a glass of water?" Mom asked.

"Sure." Since we were both in the living room, there was a pot of cold water on the coffee table, and a glass next to it, so I poured a glass for Mom, which she drank in one gulp.

By this time, I had stripped my mother down to only flesh-colored pantyhose and a sexy thong. I said, "I just watched a lot of incest porn, and I can't take it anymore. I'm going to fuck you, okay?"

My mother didn't say anything, but just took my hand and placed it on her breasts. Her breasts were firm and not sagging at all, her areolas were pink with a hint of brown, and her erect nipples looked very cute.

"Mom wants you to suck my tits," my mother pleaded in a sweet, coquettish voice.

I then squeezed one breast in each hand and licked the other, burying my head between her breasts and reaching behind her to squeeze her sexy buttocks.

"Ah! Don't touch Mom's buttocks so hard!" My mother's moans were so beautiful.

"What's wrong?" I squeezed her buttocks harder, knowing the answer already.

"It hurts!" My mother gave me a coquettish look, which excited me.

"Why does it hurt?" I asked again, knowing the answer already.

"You're using too much force," my mother said, her words becoming incoherent.

"Mommy wants you to fuck me," Mommy pleaded.

"Is your cunt itchy?" I asked Mommy, and seeing her nod seriously at me, I knew.

At this moment, I laid Mommy down on the sofa, took off her sexy pantyhose and thong, and Mommy was now completely naked. I knelt between Mommy's legs, touching Mommy's tender labia, and exclaimed, "Wow, big cunt, big cunt, so horny."

"I can't see, it's not fun to fuck you with the lights off." So I straightened up and went to turn on the light.

"Oh, so good, oh, oh." With the light on, I was licking Mommy's hairless little cunt, and soon Mommy was overflowing with lustful fluid.

Then I straightened up, took off my pants and underwear, and held up my already erect penis, ready to insert it into Mommy's lewd vagina: "Spread your cunt."

"Ah! Ah! Ah!" I thrust into Mommy, and Mommy only moaned, completely ignoring everything else.

“You slut, you slut, did you see that? Did you see that? Aren’t you the slutiest and most shameless person in the world? Aren’t you number one? Other women seduce other men, but you seduce your own son, you slut.” Although I said that, the love in my eyes made my mother think I was flirting with her.

“Ah, you big slutty son.” My mother was incoherent from being fucked.

“Slutty feet, such beautiful slutty feet, it was these slutty feet that seduced me, slutty legs, such beautiful slutty legs, it was these slutty legs that seduced me, slutty ass, such a fat slutty ass, it was these slutty ass that seduced me…” After “slutty” my mother all over, I said, “You’re a slutty woman, a wanton slutty woman, I love you to death.”

“I love you too, slutty son, ahhh!” My mother seemed to be convulsing, she looked like she was about to climax.

“You’re about to cum too.” My mother’s eyes were very provocative, those seductive eyes were really mesmerizing.

“Wow, slutty mom.” At this moment, I couldn’t hold back either, and I shot out a thick stream of semen with great force.

"Ah, ah, ah." Mom felt the heat and groaned uncontrollably.

She seemed to have run out of strength and managed to say, "Shall we take a shower?"

"Mom's so sexy today." With that, I carried her to the bathroom, filled the large bathtub (big enough for three or four people), and we both washed each other.

"Why were you so perverted today, son?" Mom wondered, recalling what had just happened.

"I learned it from porn today, to add some spice," I said.

"No wonder this was so weird. You have Mom, yet you're watching incestuous films. Isn't that just a little boy with an Oedipus complex fantasizing about not getting his mother?" Mom's tone was sour.

"They're fantasizing, I'm learning, learning to add spice. Understand? Sexy Mom."

"Am I really that sexy?" Mom looked at me shyly.

"You're incredibly sexy today, absolutely gorgeous," I exclaimed.

"Nonsense, am I that lewd?" Mom turned away, her voice tinged with embarrassment.

"So lewd! I love you, Mom, I love your whole body, your beautiful feet, your long, shapely legs, your plump buttocks, your slender waist, your full breasts, your sexy collarbones, your beautiful face, your delicate skin." I praised my mother's body from head to toe.

"Am I that good? Tell me, is Mom prettier, or are the women in porn prettier?" Mom asked sourly.

"You're prettier, of course you're beautiful!" I replied.

"Then you're not allowed to watch those movies anymore, only watch me." Mom's serious expression excited me greatly, and soon I got an erection.

"Okay, before you watch, lick your son's genitals first." Saying that, I stood up.

Mom passionately grasped my penis and licked and licked, occasionally licking my pubic hair, my scrotum, my entire external genitalia, including my anus, licking it all over. I felt very comfortable, thinking that with a mother like this, what more could I ask for! I ejaculated shortly afterward, and my mother diligently cleaned up the "battlefield," swallowing all of my ejaculation. From then on, whenever my mother gave me oral sex, she would do the same.

“Let’s try something different.” With that, I found a bath towel and covered my mother’s back, letting her lean against the cold bathroom wall. I had her wrap her arms around my neck, and I cupped her buttocks with my hands, aiming my penis at her labia, and thrusting it in forcefully. My mother naturally dangled her legs, crossing them and hooking them around my waist.

“Ah! So good! Ah! Oh!” My mother cried out repeatedly, aroused by this.

“Is it new?” I asked.

“Hmph, your father…” Realizing she had said something she thought she shouldn’t, she fell silent in surprise, enjoying my thrusting.

“What about my father?” I pressed.

“You’re bad, ah.” My mother gave me a coquettish glare, continuing to moan.

“Tell me.” I pleaded.

“Ah, your father did this to me in the bathroom too. What am I saying, you bad son, ahhh!” My mother, seeing she couldn’t resist me, told the truth, then displayed her uniquely girlish side, looking at me “angrily.”

After a long period of intercourse, we both reached orgasm. After washing up, we went back to the bedroom to sleep.

The days that followed were quite lewd. We had sex in different places around the house—the doorway, the balcony, the dining room, the changing room, etc.—but we used the bedroom and the bathroom the most, because these two places were very private and most suitable for something as taboo as mother-son intercourse.

Time passed day by day. One morning, at breakfast, Mom felt unwell. After dry heaving for a while, she went to the bathroom to vomit. I followed her and asked, "What's wrong?"

Mom then realized something was wrong: "Am I pregnant?"

"What?" I was both surprised and frightened.

"You've gotten Mom pregnant! What are we going to do?" Mom looked at me angrily.

"Don't worry, we'll talk about it at the hospital," I said.

"We're mother and son, what kind of nonsense is it for you to take me to the hospital?" Mom said.

"You're so young, like my sister, no one will suspect anything."

At the hospital, after an internal medicine examination, we learned that Mom was indeed pregnant, and we went to the obstetrics and gynecology department.

"Your age is dangerous, thirty-nine. It's not a big deal for the fetus, but you risk a difficult delivery. If the baby is breech, it could lead to irreversible consequences," the doctor said frankly.

"Let's go home and think about it." So we left the hospital.

At home, my mother suddenly said, "Shouldn't we just not have it?"

"How can we? It's a testament to our love!" I was at my wit's end.

"Then what do you suggest?" my mother asked impatiently.

"I'll think about it carefully."

I lay on my back on the bed, propping my head up with my hands, thinking: If I give birth, my mother will be gone, which would be a blow to me, both emotionally and in terms of our love; if I don't have the baby, if I abort it, even though we maintain this forbidden relationship, there will always be times when we feel uncomfortable. What should I do?

Suddenly, a voice entered my mind: "Are you troubled by this?"

It was the old man with the white beard. I replied, "Yes."

"These are pills for you. I know your mother has a habit of consuming your semen. After you take these pills, your mother will consume your semen, and her body will be very healthy. She won't experience any symptoms other than pregnancy symptoms, and both mother and child will be safe and healthy. You can even have sex three months before the baby is born." The old man gave me a bottle of pills.

A few days later, I told my mother about it. She was very happy and kept the child.

At this time, my mother's breasts were larger, and her abdomen was quite protruding, but her figure hadn't changed. She still had a plump bottom and long legs, radiating maternal glow while becoming increasingly sexy and alluring. To avoid hurting my mother too much, I only penetrated her vagina twice a day. We also developed anal sex, foot sex, and breast sex (the kind where I sit on my mother's head). My mother continued to swallow my semen. Gradually, ten months passed...

"Waaaaah!" Hearing this tender yet powerful cry, I knew my mother had succeeded.

"Mother and daughters are safe and sound, and it's twins! Congratulations!" the doctor said to me after coming out.

"Thank you, thank you so much!" I said gratefully.

A month later, our family of four returned home. My mother's recovery was going well. Before being discharged from the hospital, she had a full-body checkup, and all her indicators were normal. I was very happy.

"I want to do you!" I demanded as we left my daughters' room.

"Little wolf cub, you can't resist!" My mother's postpartum figure had recovered very well. Two months of fitness and maintenance had restored her to her pre-pregnancy figure, and I couldn't resist her alluring body every day.

We returned to our room, closed the door, and drew the curtains. My mother had also put on sexy clothes, waiting for my favor. She was wearing sexy flesh-colored stockings with a garter belt around her waist, and sexy seven-inch open-toe high heels. The rest of her body was naked, making her look very sexy.

I licked my mother's pussy for a while, and then couldn't wait to penetrate her.

"Ah, ah, so good, son," my mother moaned.

"I love you, Mom!" I said.

"What?" My mother didn't hear me clearly.

"I love you, Mom." I uttered each word carefully.

"I love you too," Mom said, looking at me sweetly.

We continued having sex like that, forever.

Postscript:

"We extracted DNA from your two daughters. After testing, the grade was S, with SS being the highest. Congratulations to you and to us, the experiment was a success!" The white-bearded old man told me the results.

"What do we do now?" I asked.

"Live a normal life like any other family." The white-bearded old man left; he would never appear again.

In the days that followed, while having sex with my mother, she also took contraceptive measures, wearing an IUD. Life continued like any other family. More than

ten years later...

"Dad, you were amazing, you completely ravaged us."

"Yes, yes, but it felt so good."

I was now facing my mother's portrait, defiling our child. My mother would probably have agreed.

This is a somewhat unbelievable story, somewhat incomprehensible, but it depicts the unforgettable love between a couple who violated basic morality, proving the "fragility" of people's hearts today.

My soul was reborn, carrying my memories and thoughts from before. Before that, I met an old man with a white beard. He told me that in my new life, I would fall in love with my dearest relative, and stay with them until the end, never to be separated. I wanted to ask why. He said it was an experiment that required our cooperation.

So, I was born, becoming the son of a mature and beautiful woman. She is my dearest relative, my only relative.

My mother was an orphan; she lost both her parents at a very young age and spent twelve years in an orphanage. Because of her striking beauty and figure, she was scouted by an entertainment company and became a signed artist, undergoing training as a singer and model. Initially, she was worried about potential scandals or sexual misconduct, but her life and work didn't raise those concerns, so she continued working.

Gradually, her fame grew, and she even gained many fans. She felt this life was actually quite good, so she wholeheartedly accepted the job.

However, she was still a relatively unknown newcomer with a small fan base. As the saying goes, "Man proposes, God disposes."

One day, company executives invited sponsors to dinner, requiring my mother and other beautiful women to accompany them. Since it was a company assignment, she went. At the dinner, she met a handsome and charming young man who clearly captivated her, and the two fell in love.

Then, tragedy struck. The two disguised themselves and went to a hotel. My mother gave her virginity to this young man that day. That night, they were having an affair, like the protagonists in some adult videos, trying out various positions.

These scenes were captured by a well-hidden camera installed in the hotel and posted online by someone with no interest in such matters.

Unfortunately, the young man's father saw the video, which had a devastating impact on their company. My mother, in anger and sorrow, left him and went to Europe to start a new life.

Even more tragically, the young man became increasingly depressed. On his way home, he caused a fatal accident while driving under the influence of alcohol.

My mother received the news while she was in Europe and was heartbroken for a long time until she learned she was pregnant at the hospital, which helped ease her mind considerably.

All of this was told to me by the old man before I was born, and my mother also told me these things when I was sixteen. When I asked what the purpose of this experiment was, he only said six words: "inbreeding." I was completely confused.

Because she earned a lot of money, after giving birth to me, she enrolled in a local nursing school and became a nurse, raising me like that.

When I learned that this beautiful, mature woman was my mother, and the very person I was going to fall in love with, I found it hard to understand.

I'm seventeen this year, and my mother is thirty-seven, the prime of a woman's life. My mother is the kind of woman who is refreshingly beautiful, even without makeup. In her youth, she was known as the "Goddess of Geeks," making countless men fantasize. She has a great figure, 1.72 meters tall, with a perfect, golden-ratio figure that is truly dazzling.

"Mommy, I'm home." After school, I often lean against the kitchen doorframe, watching my mother cook, which always makes me feel excited. Could this be the old man's doing?

"Why are you always looking at your mother like that lately? It's strange." My mother gave me a shy glance and continued with her work.

"I think I've fallen in love with you." I blurted out involuntarily.

"Good son, Mommy loves you too." My mother didn't understand what I really meant.

The next day, on my way to school, I went to my daily destination—my girlfriend's house. My girlfriend's name was Marceau, a tall and beautiful girl. Normally, I wouldn't have had any other thoughts since I was in love with my mother, but this girl pursued me. To avoid being ridiculed and mocked (that's how it is in Western society; if you date or lose your virginity before eighteen, you're laughed at for being impotent), I had no choice but to accept her advances.

"Darling, do you like me or not?" Marceau leaned against me, her chest pressed tightly against mine, one finger tickling my breast.

"Yes!" I said.

"What? You're making it sound so reluctant. Did I upset you?" Marceau, being a young girl, was now relentlessly pursuing me.

"No...no way." I couldn't find any words to argue with her.

"Hmph! You stinky men are all like this." Marceau pouted, her sexy little mouth trembling, and ignored me.

"What's wrong with us men?" I was furious at this point. What kind of person was she? She was pursuing me, and she was still so arrogant.

"You...you men are annoying, boring, and low-class." Marceau couldn't say anything more, so she started cursing.

"How are we men annoying, boring, and low-class?" The argument was inevitable, and it took a while to calm down.

"Let's break up." I never expected Marceau to be the one to break up first. Where did that leave my pride? This woman was ruthless.

"Fine, let's break up then. Who's afraid of who?" After saying that, I left her house and headed to school. I was

in a bad mood that day. My usual routine had been disrupted by that "bitch," and I couldn't concentrate on my classes. Luckily, Marceau wasn't in my class, so I didn't have to put up

with her attitude. After school, I went home alone... "Mom, do you think women need men to say 'I love you' to them every day to feel satisfied?" I asked my mother at the dinner table.

"Did you and Marceau have a fight?" My mother noticed something amiss in my angry yet sorrowful expression.

"She wanted to break up with me, so we did," I admitted.

"That's good. Focusing on your studies is the right path. Don't follow those people at school, understand?" My mother asked me with concern.

"Yes!" I nodded in agreement.

For a while afterward, I devoted all my time and energy to my studies, trying to forget this unpleasant experience. My grades improved without me even realizing it, and my mother was very happy to hear this, praising me for becoming more sensible.

However, a new problem arose. Marceau continued to harass me, constantly playing pranks on me. First, she would apologize and act like a normal friend for a while, then she would find some excuse to insult me, and our relationship would sour again.

Finally, I couldn't take it anymore and slapped her a few times to make her behave.

Unexpectedly, she called for backup and secretly beat me up. At that moment, my mind was warped; anger and sorrow overwhelmed me. When I got home, I hugged my mother and cried, cried my heart out.

My mother comforted me. That's when I truly fell in love with my mother; all that talk about "incest being unacceptable" was utter nonsense.

My life gradually calmed down. On my eighteenth birthday, my mother and I dressed smartly and went to school. On that day, a lecherous old man saw my mother's charm and allure. In

the days that followed, he pursued her relentlessly. To be polite, my mother accepted his dates, his flowers, and his "romance."

This upset my mother greatly, and she would often get angry with me. I knew she was suffering. After that, my mother was often called out, sometimes not returning until three or four in the morning. When she came back, her makeup was smudged, and her expression was one of grief and indignation; she had clearly been wronged.

My anger also rose within me, but I had nowhere to vent it.

One day, I returned home and heard unusual noises...

"No, let go, I beg you, my son is back, stop, waah waah waah."

"You little brat, if you keep yelling, I'll beat you to death."

At that moment, I sensed something was wrong. I rushed into the room and saw that old lecher defiling my mother's beautiful body. I was furious. I forcefully pulled him away and unleashed a barrage of punches and kicks, a relentless assault on him. After a few screams, the old lecher fled.

Afterwards, my mother, disheveled, clung to me. Seeing her partially exposed, beautiful breasts, my heart pounded, and I felt a stirring within me.

"You… so your son has grown up, he can protect his mother now." My mother seemed to sense my change. At first, she was embarrassed, then felt fortunate to have such a good son.

I released my mother and said, "Go wash up and go to sleep. I'm going back to sleep." Completely bewildered, I left my mother's room. Later, I realized that this day was an opportunity; my mother was ready to give herself to me, but I knew nothing about it.

One day the following month, our family received a letter. My mother opened it and learned that the young master's parents had both passed away, leaving their entire estate to me, saying it was to express their remorse and that they had made mistakes that led to this tragedy.

So, my mother and I completed the formalities. My mother sold the house, quit her job, and returned home with me. Returning to China and seeing people similar to myself felt incredibly comforting.

After approval from lawyers and the prosecution, we received this substantial inheritance, including 52% of the group's shares, two duplex apartments, a villa, six million US dollars in gold, and various futures and stocks. My mother and I exchanged a glance; we both knew that good times were finally here.

Because my mother lacked business acumen, she entrusted the company to a professional management team and went back to work as a nurse.

After all these ups and downs, my mother and I both felt that this affluent, fulfilling, and peaceful life was hard-won, so we cherished it even more. Through hard work, I was admitted to a top university in China, majoring in English, which I excelled at.

My mother had also become radiant. Her figure remained unchanged; her 37E breasts hadn't sagged and were still perky, her flat stomach without an ounce of fat—a testament to her excellent maintenance. Her slender waist, so delicate it seemed like she was only thirty, made many people think she was only thirty. Her long, shapely legs, beautiful and lovely feet, and full, pert buttocks, combined with her pure, innocent face and smooth, delicate skin, even captivated her son, whom I was watching over.

That day, my mother looked at me strangely, her breath reeking of alcohol, yet the smell was incredibly sexy and alluring on her. My mother had a natural body odor; she never used perfume, a secret that excited me greatly.

Then my mother spoke: "Xiao Ni, do you love Mommy?" (Xiao Ni is my nickname.)

"Yes, of course I love you." I felt quite awkward.

"How so?" my mother asked, tapping my nose with her index finger.

"I... am your son... of course I love you." I was somewhat at a loss for words.

"Don't try to fool me with the excuse that you're my son. I know you too well. When we were abroad, you masturbated with my underwear and stockings. You still have photos of me in a bikini from when I was young on your computer. And you read incest novels. Don't think I don't know." My mother, emboldened by alcohol, revealed all my shameful secrets.

"I..." I was speechless.

"Son, do you think Mom is beautiful?" At this moment, my mother took off her clothes, leaving only sexy stockings and seven-inch silver open-toe high heels. My penis became erect.

"Beautiful...beautiful," I stammered incoherently.

At this moment, Mom crawled between my legs, pulled down my pants, and soon a big thing came out. Mom licked it passionately, completely disregarding our mother-son relationship. I felt very comfortable too. Mom occasionally let out soft moans and gasps. Mom's "oral skills" were also very good. Licking, sucking, smacking, and holding, as well as using her hand to stroke, made me, a virgin, feel very good. Soon, I ejaculated a thick stream of semen, which Mom swallowed without thinking.

"Mom wants Xiaoni to lick my genitals." After hearing this, I carried Mom to the bed and spread her legs. At this moment, I saw her beautiful little pussy, without a single hair.

It was only after this that I learned that when my mother was young, she had to shoot sexy bikini and lingerie commercials. Due to the nature of her job, she had to shave her pubic hair, but it would grow back. So, there was a method used in the industry that damaged the hair follicles, preventing hair from growing back. This involved using strong adhesive tape to stick to the vaginal opening and then forcefully tearing it off. This way, the hair wouldn't grow back because pubic hair follicles are disposable; once damaged, they won't grow back.

My mother's labia were beautiful and plump, like a top-quality vulva. I savored them, teasing her delicate clitoris above her vaginal opening. My mother, receiving this "care," let out breathtaking moans that were very beautiful. I realized then that my mother had been a singer; no wonder she sounded so beautiful.

At this moment, a lot of "water" flowed from my mother's vagina, from thick to clear. Then my mother spoke: "I want your penis to go inside here."

Only then did I understand what excitement was. Everyone has experienced penetration of a woman's vagina, but who has ever experienced penetration of their own mother's vagina? Then I took my "gun" and, with my mother's guidance, I successfully inserted it and began to stroke it. We adopted this position, enjoying each other's body heat and the care between our hearts.

I lifted my mother's beautiful legs onto my shoulders, folded her body in half, and supported myself on the bed beside her. I knelt and thrust my body, occasionally kissing my mother's beautiful feet. My mother's feet were beautiful, without calluses or skin and bones, very delicate and sexy.

This position was so comfortable. I loved my mother to death. My mother was so beautiful, I cried out in my heart, joyfully.

The next day, the weather was sunny. My mother and I hugged each other, my penis still inside her vagina.

"Wake up," I called to my mother.

"Hmm," my mother responded with a sexy sound, looking at me, then at herself, her expression surprised. "How could you..." Then my mother slapped me. I was at a loss.

“You were drunk yesterday, so…”

Before I could finish, Mom looked at me with a grim expression: “So you did this to your mother?” Mom pulled the blanket over herself.

“You seduced me first, you slutty mother.” I teased her, thinking, since it’s already done, I might as well keep going.

“You…you’re lying.” Mom sensed something and was probably regretting it.

“Do you want me to provide evidence?” I asked.

“Yes.” Mom was determined, believing I couldn’t produce any evidence.

At this moment, I took a hidden camera from a secluded spot in the room.

I took out the minicard, put it in the card reader, connected it to my laptop, and opened the video. Yesterday’s footage appeared. Mom saw her embarrassment and was very ashamed. Then she turned to me and said, “Good son, Mom was wrong. Mom shouldn’t have seduced you. Let’s end this relationship here.”

“Why?” I asked.

“This is incest.” Mom was still making a “death struggle.”

“Incest isn’t scary, it’s just a normal need. Besides, I’m not having sex with you to get your body, but because I truly love you. I won’t abandon you, I will love you with my whole life.” I looked at my mother sincerely.

“Then… I’ll do as you say.” My mother saw my eyes and had no choice but to give in, saying to me coquettishly.

"What's with this video?" Mom realized something was wrong.

"I used to have a crush on you, a crush on you as a person, a crush on your heart, a crush on your beautiful and sexy body. To alleviate this 'pain of unrequited love,' I thought of secretly filming you." My eyes became even more sincere at this point.

"You're something else." Mom gave me a coquettish glare and went into the bathroom.

A few days later, that night, Mom was working overtime and wouldn't be home until very late, around 11 p.m. There was only a lamp on in the living room. Mom opened the door, took off her high heels, and the clattering sound woke me from my drowsy state.

"Mom, why didn't you answer the phone when I called the hospital?" I asked.

"Maybe I was tired too, I didn't hear it," Mom replied dismissively.

After that, Mom and I shared a long, wet, passionate kiss. Soon, we were both aroused, and Mom, under my very natural guidance, began to undress.

“Wow, Mom’s breasts are so alluring,” I exclaimed, as Mom’s bra slipped off her body.

“Would you like me a glass of water?” Mom asked.

“Sure.” Since we were both in the living room, there was a pot of cold water on the coffee table, along with a glass, so I poured one for Mom, who drank it all in one gulp.

By this time, I had stripped Mom down to only flesh-colored pantyhose and a sexy thong. I said, “I just watched a lot of incest porn, and I can’t take it anymore. I’m going to fuck you, okay?”

Mom didn’t say anything, but simply took my hand and placed it on her breasts. Mom’s breasts were firm and upright, without any sagging. Her areolas were pink with a hint of brown, and her erect nipples looked adorable.

“Mom wants you to suck my tits,” Mom pleaded in a sweet, coquettish voice.

I then squeezed one breast in each hand and licked the other, burying my head between Mom’s breasts and reaching behind her to squeeze her sexy buttocks.

"Ah! Don't touch Mommy's butt so hard!" Mommy's moans were so sweet.

"What's wrong?" I pinched Mommy's buttocks hard, knowing the answer already.

"It hurts!" Mommy gave me a coquettish look, which excited me.

"Why does it hurt?" I asked again, knowing

the answer already. "You're using too much force." Mommy was incoherent from my actions.

"Mommy wants you to fuck me." Mommy pleaded.

"Is your cunt itchy?" I asked Mommy, and seeing her nod seriously at me, I knew.

At this moment, I laid Mommy down on the sofa, took off her sexy pantyhose and thong, and Mommy was completely naked. I lay between Mommy's legs, touching Mommy's tender labia, and exclaimed, "Wow, big cunt, big cunt." "

I can't see, it's not fun to fuck you with the lights off." So I straightened up and went to turn on the light.

"Oh, it feels so good, oh, oh." With the light on, I was licking Mommy's hairless little cunt, and soon Mommy was overflowing with lustful fluid.

Then I straightened up, took off my pants and underwear, and raised my already erect penis, ready to insert it into my mother's wanton vagina: "Spread your legs."

"Ah! Ah! Ah!" I thrust into my mother, who only moaned, oblivious to everything else.

"Slut, slut, see this, see this, aren't you the slutiest and most despicable person in the world? Aren't you number one? Other women seduce other men, but you seduce your own son, you slut." Although I said this, the love in my eyes made my mother think I was flirting with her.

"Ah, you big slutty son." My mother was incoherent from being fucked.

"Sexy feet, such beautiful sexy feet, it was these sexy feet that seduced me; sexy legs, such beautiful sexy legs, it was these sexy legs that seduced me; sexy buttocks, such plump sexy buttocks, it was these sexy buttocks that seduced me..." After "sexing" my mother's entire body, I said, "You're such a sexy woman, a wanton sexy woman, I love you to death."

"I love you too, sexy son, ahhh!" My mother seemed to be convulsing, it seemed she had orgasmed.

"You're about to cum too." My mother's eyes were very provocative, those seductive eyes were truly mesmerizing.

"Wow, sexy mom." At this moment, I couldn't hold back anymore, and I forcefully ejaculated a thick stream of semen.

"Ah, ah, ah." My mother felt the heat and groaned uncontrollably. At

this moment, my mother seemed to have no strength left, and she managed to utter a sentence from her mouth: "Shall we take a shower?"

"Mom is so sexy today." After saying that, I carried my mother to the bathroom, filled the large bathtub that could fit three or four people, and my mother and I got into the water and washed each other's bodies.

"Why was my son so perverted today?" Mom wondered, recalling what had just happened.

"I learned it from porn today, just to add some spice," I said.

"No wonder this was so weird. You have a mom and you're still watching incestuous films. Isn't that just a little boy with an Oedipus complex fantasizing about his mother?" Mom's tone was sarcastic.

"They're fantasizing, I'm learning, learning to add some spice. You know what, slutty mom?

" "Am I really that slutty?" Mom looked at me shyly.

"You were incredibly slutty today, absolutely gorgeous," I exclaimed.

"Nonsense, am I that lewd?" Mom turned away, still feeling a bit sour.

"Extremely lewd, I love you, Mom, I love your whole body, I love your beautiful feet, your long, shapely legs, your plump buttocks, your slender waist, your full breasts, your sexy collarbones, your beautiful face, your delicate skin." I praised every inch of Mom's body.

"Am I that good? Tell me, is Mom prettier, or are the women in porn prettier?" Mom asked sourly.

"You're prettier, of course you're beautiful!" I replied.

"Then you're not allowed to watch those movies anymore, only watch me." Mom's serious expression excited me greatly, and soon I got an erection.

"Okay, before you watch, lick your son's genitals first." Saying that, I stood up.

Mom passionately held my penis and licked and licked, occasionally licking my pubic hair, my scrotum, my entire external genitalia, including my anus, she licked it all over. I felt very comfortable, thinking that with a mother like this, what more could a husband ask for! Soon I ejaculated, and Mom also carefully cleaned up the "battlefield," swallowing all of my ejaculation. From then on, whenever Mom gave me oral sex, she would do this.

“Let’s try something different.” With that, I found a bath towel and covered my mother’s back, letting her lean against the cold bathroom wall. I had her wrap her arms around my neck, and I cupped her buttocks with my hands, aiming my penis at her labia, and thrusting it in forcefully. My mother naturally arched her legs, crossing them and hooking them around my waist.

“Ah! So good! Ah! Oh!” My mother cried out repeatedly, aroused by this new way of playing.

“Is it new?” I asked.

“Hmph, before, your father…” Realizing she had said something she thought she shouldn’t have, she fell silent in surprise, enjoying my thrusting.

“What about my father?” I pressed.

“You’re bad, ah.” My mother gave me a coquettish glare, continuing to moan.

“Tell me.” I pleaded.

"Ahhh, your dad did that to me in the bathroom too. What am I saying, you bad son, ahhh!" Mom, seeing she couldn't resist me, told the truth, then displayed her unique little girl demeanor, looking at me "angrily."

After a long period of thrusting, we both reached orgasm, washed up, and went back to the bedroom to sleep.

The days that followed were very lewd; we had sex in different places around the house—the doorway, the balcony, the dining room, the dressing room, etc.—but we used the bedroom and the bathroom the most, because these two places were very private and most suitable for the taboo thing like mother-son sex.

Time passed day by day. One day, at breakfast, Mom felt a little unwell. After dry heaving for a while, she went to the bathroom to vomit. I followed her and asked, "What's wrong?"

Mom then realized something was wrong: "Am I pregnant?"

"What?" I was both surprised and scared.

"You've gotten Mom pregnant! What are we going to do?" Mom looked at me angrily.

"Don't worry, we'll talk about it at the hospital," I said.

"We're mother and son, what kind of business is it for you to take me to the hospital?" Mom said.

“You’re so young, like my older sister, no one will suspect anything.”

At the hospital, after an internal medicine examination, we learned that Mom was indeed pregnant, and we went to the obstetrics and gynecology department.

“Your age is dangerous, thirty-nine. It’s not a big deal for the fetus, but you might have a difficult labor. If the baby is breech, it could cause irreversible damage,” the doctor said frankly.

“Let’s go home and think about it.” So we left the hospital.

At home, Mom suddenly said, “Shouldn’t we just not have it?”

“How can we? It’s a testament to our love!” I was at my wit’s end.

“Then what do you suggest?” Mom asked impatiently.

“I’ll think about it.”

I lay on my back on the bed, propping my head up with my hands, thinking: If I give birth, Mom will be gone, which would be a blow to me, both emotionally and in terms of our love; if I don’t have the baby, if I abort it, although we maintain this forbidden relationship, there will always be times when we feel uncomfortable. What should I do?

Suddenly, a voice entered my mind: "Are you troubled by this?"

It was the old man with the white beard. I replied, "Yes."

"These are pills for you. I know your mother has a habit of consuming your semen. After you take these pills, your mother will consume your semen, and her body will be very healthy. She won't experience any symptoms other than pregnancy symptoms, and both mother and child will be safe and healthy. You can even have sex three months before the baby is born." The old man gave me a bottle of pills.

A few days later, I told my mother about it. She was very happy and kept the child.

At this time, my mother's breasts were larger, and her abdomen was quite protruding, but her figure hadn't changed. She still had a plump bottom and long legs, radiating maternal glow while becoming increasingly sexy and alluring. To avoid hurting my mother too much, I only penetrated her vagina twice a day. We also developed anal sex, foot sex, and breast sex (the kind where I sit on my mother's head). My mother continued to swallow my semen. Gradually, ten months passed...

"Waaaaah!" Hearing this tender yet powerful cry, I knew my mother had succeeded.

"Mother and daughters are safe and sound, and it's twins! Congratulations!" the doctor said to me after coming out.

"Thank you, thank you so much!" I said gratefully.

A month later, our family of four returned home. My mother's recovery was going well. Before being discharged from the hospital, she had a full-body checkup, and all her indicators were normal. I was very happy.

"I want to do you!" I demanded as we left my daughters' room.

"Little wolf cub, you can't resist!" My mother's postpartum figure had recovered very well. Two months of fitness and maintenance had restored her to her pre-pregnancy figure, and I couldn't resist her alluring body every day.

We returned to our room, closed the door, and drew the curtains. My mother had also put on sexy clothes, waiting for my favor. She was wearing sexy flesh-colored stockings with a garter belt around her waist, and sexy seven-inch open-toe high heels. The rest of her body was naked, making her look very sexy.

I licked my mother's pussy for a while, and then couldn't wait to penetrate her.

"Ah, ah, so good, son," my mother moaned.

"I love you, Mom!" I said.

"What?" My mother didn't hear me clearly.

"I love you, Mom." I uttered each word carefully.

"I love you too," Mom said, looking at me sweetly.

We continued having sex like that, forever.

Postscript:

"We extracted DNA from your two daughters. After testing, the grade was S, with SS being the highest. Congratulations to you and to us, the experiment was a success!" The white-bearded old man told me the results.

"What do we do now?" I asked.

"Live a normal life like any other family." The white-bearded old man left; he would never appear again.

In the days that followed, while having sex with Mom, she also took contraceptive measures, wearing an IUD. Life continued like any other family. More than

ten years later...

"Dad, you were amazing, you completely ravaged us."

"Yes, yes, but it felt so good."

I was now defiling our child in front of Mom's portrait. Mom would probably have agreed.

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