Good son

Foreword:

I enjoy reading incest stories, and my family background is almost identical to most of them. However, I swear I have never had sexual fantasies about my family. This is simply a way of venting my real-life anxieties. In reality, I am an absolutely upright person, even morally fastidious. But this kind of life suffocates me. The most taboo thing in human society has given me an outlet. You could say it satisfies my dark side! In any case, this doesn't mean I would actually do such a thing; I believe most readers who enjoy incest are like that. Therefore, I hope underage readers and those with immature minds will leave this place and return when they can distinguish between reality and fantasy!

The following story is translated from English and is somewhat unconventional. It's about a mother raping her son. It seems quite novel, and I hope you'll enjoy it.
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Most of the incest stories I've read about mother-son incest are more fantasy than fact; it seems most of them involve a son seducing his mother, and the mother willingly satisfying her son's desires. But it wasn't like that for me. My mother forced me to have sex with her until she passed away shortly after my eighteenth birthday.

This started when I was twelve. She had just ended her third marriage. She later told me it was because she had an excessively high sex drive. Her first marriage was to a much older man. My mother quickly divorced him and received a large sum of alimony. Then she went through a wild period and, unsure of who she was with, conceived me.

When I was twelve, she was almost fifty, but still a very beautiful woman. We lived in an upscale neighborhood, but my mother could only afford a one-room apartment there. It was close to her workplace, and the area's prestige was beneficial to her career. However, there was only one room, so I had to sleep on the sofa. This caused problems with my privacy.

It was around this time that I discovered the pleasure of masturbation, and I began to develop an interest in sex. I think my mother must have seen me masturbating a few times, although she never said anything. The change in our relationship occurred shortly after her last divorce. She always enjoyed dating young, handsome men, but as she got older, it became increasingly difficult. So she spent more and more time at home, which frustrated her.

One day, she decided to do something to change this. That evening, when she went to the kitchen for a drink of water, she happened to find me masturbating. As she approached, I tried to cover myself. She smiled knowingly and said,

"You know, if you don't want to become a lesbian, you shouldn't do this yourself."

I was shocked. Before my mother said this, I had never doubted my sexuality.

"You should have a woman help you."

"But no woman will help me with this."

"You do," my mother said. "What if I told you that older, intelligent mothers in society teach their sons about sex? What would you say?"

I was too shy to say a word.

"Do you want that?"

"But it's not right," I said. "Besides, I like girls my own age."

My mother laughed and opened her shirt, showing me her breasts. My mother's breasts were large and full, with two large nipples that turned fiery red when she was aroused.

'Do you think girls your age have these?'

she asked, pulling my hand to her breasts. I tried to pull my hand away, but she slapped me and told me to "listen to Mom." I was a horny, sexually voracious boy, and of course, I couldn't resist such an alluring body… but she was my mother.

I tried to stop it all. Mom said I could stop if I was gay. Then she demanded I prove I wasn't. She pulled my face close to her breasts, rubbing them against my face. She wanted me to lick her breasts and suck her nipples. Mom even slapped my face back and forth with her full breasts. Then she stood up, dragged me into the room, and practically threw me onto the bed. Mom took off her nightgown, revealing her naked body to me. Mom's figure was so full and attractive. She stood before me like a soldier on parade, asking if women my age had bodies like hers. Then Mom turned to show me her genitals, pulling them apart and pressing her anus close to my face. Then Mom lay down on the floor, spreading her legs so I could see her vulva.

'Have you seen this before?' Mom knew the answer, of course.

Mom straddled my face so I could see more clearly. Her pubic hair was not very thick, moist and exuding a sweet scent. I could see her beautiful labia. Then Mom used her hands to part her labia, letting me see the paradise that gave birth to me.

'Do you like Mom's vulva? My dear son,' Mom asked, moaning.

I tried to look away, but Mom clamped my head between her knees.

'Son, I want you to play with Mom's pussy.'

I didn't move, so Mom pulled my hand to her vulva. Mom forced me to play with it and made me insert my fingers into her vagina.

'Now, be a good boy and lick Mom's juices from your fingers.'

I obeyed her command. It tasted strangely sweet, which surprised me because it looked a bit dirty but tasted so good.

'Taste your mother's vulva with your mouth,' Mom commanded.

I refused, but Mom pressed her vulva against my face, and I had to obey. She wanted my tongue to go inside her vulva and to lick her clitoris. She even wanted me to suck her anus. As I did this, Mom moaned, trembled, and convulsed on top of me. And she kept calling me things like 'my dear bastard son,' 'my capable son,' 'my good son who fucks Mom,' 'my horny son.' When I realized I had inhaled a lot of her juices, Mom collapsed on my face and screamed as she reached orgasm.

'Now, you have to serve your slutty mother properly,' Mom said lewdly. 'Darling, I need your big cock to do something naughty.'

At the same time, Mom took off my clothes. I was so excited that I couldn't control myself. Although I knew it was wrong, I was just an ordinary person, and under this temptation, my cock was still unbearably hard. In any case, it seemed that the more I resisted, the more excited Mom would become.

My mother gently guided my penis to her feet and slowly sat down. She let out a joyful moan and began to move wildly against me, her vagina pounding against my penis. Every time I was about to ejaculate, my mother would stop to catch her breath, preventing me from ejaculating too easily, and then thrust in again. My mother played with me like this for most of the night, until she had many orgasms on me before finally stopping, and I was able to ejaculate freely. I shot a large amount of thick, hot semen into my mother's vagina, and she screamed, reaching another orgasm. Then, my mother fell asleep on top of me. The next day, when I woke up, my mother was sucking my penis, making it erect again. My mother said to me, "From now on, you are my man." Then she made me repeat the sexual act from the previous night. Our relationship continued until I was about to graduate high school, when she died in a car accident. For six years, my mother forbade me to associate with other girls. She made me sleep with her and wanted me to engage in all sorts of sexual activities with her. Furthermore, she forbade me to tell anyone about our relationship, because no one would believe me and not her.

(Foreword:)

I enjoy reading incest stories, and my family background is almost identical to most of them. But I swear, I've never had sexual fantasies about my family. It's just a way of venting my real-life anxieties. In reality, I'm an absolutely upright person, even morally fastidious. But this kind of life suffocates me. The most taboo thing in human society has given me an outlet. You could say it satisfies my dark side! In any case, this doesn't mean I would actually do such a thing; I believe most readers who enjoy incest are like that. So I hope underage readers and those with immature minds will leave this place and come back when they can distinguish between reality and fantasy!

The following story is translated from English and is a bit unconventional. It's about a mother raping her son. It seems quite novel, and I hope you'll enjoy it.
——————————————————————————–

Most of the incest stories I've read about mothers and sons are more fantasy than fact; it seems most stories involve a son seducing his mother, and the mother reluctantly satisfying her son's desires. But for me, it's not like that. My mother forced me to have sex with her until she passed away shortly after my eighteenth birthday.

This began when I was twelve. She had just ended her third marriage. She later told me it was because she had an excessively high sex drive. Her first marriage was to a much older man. My mother quickly divorced him and received a large sum of alimony. Then she went through a wild period and, unsure of who she was with, conceived me.

When I was twelve, she was almost fifty, but still a very beautiful woman. We lived in an upscale neighborhood, but my mother could only afford a one-room apartment there. It was close to her workplace, and the area's prestige was beneficial to her career. However, there was only one room, so I had to sleep on the sofa. This caused problems with my privacy.

It was around this time that I discovered the pleasure of masturbation and began to develop an interest in sex. I think my mother must have seen me masturbating a few times, although she never said anything. Our relationship changed shortly after her last divorce. She always enjoyed dating young, handsome men, but as she got older, it became increasingly difficult. So she spent more and more time at home, which made her feel very frustrated.

One day, she decided to do something to change this situation. That evening, when she went to the kitchen for a drink of water, she happened to see me masturbating. As she walked over, I tried to cover myself. She smiled knowingly and said,

"You know, if you don't want to become a lesbian, you shouldn't do this yourself."

I was shocked. Before my mother said this, I had never doubted my sexual orientation.

"You should have a woman help you."

"But no woman will help me with this."

"You do," my mother said. "What if I told you that older, smart mothers in society teach their sons about sex techniques? What would you say?"

I was too shy to say a word.

"Do you want that?"

"But it's not right," I said. "Besides, I like girls my own age."

My mother smiled and opened her blouse, showing me her breasts. My mother's breasts were large and full, with two large nipples that turned fiery red when she was aroused.

'Do you think girls your age would have this?'

She pulled my hand to her breast. I tried to pull my hand away, but she slapped me and told me to 'listen to your mother.' I was a horny, sexually active boy, and of course, I couldn't resist such an alluring body… but she was my mother.

I tried to stop it all. Mom said I could stop if I was gay. Then she made me prove I wasn't. She pulled my face close to her breasts and rubbed them against my face. She wanted me to lick her breasts and suck her nipples. Mom even slapped my face back and forth with her full breasts. Then she stood up, dragged me into the room, and practically threw me onto the bed. Mom took off her nightgown and displayed her naked body in front of me. Mom's figure was so full and attractive. She stood in front of me like a soldier on parade and asked if women my age would have such a body. Then Mom turned to show me her breasts and pulled them open, pressing her anus close to my face. Then Mom lay down on the floor, spreading her legs so I could see her genitals.

'Have you seen this before?' Mom knew the answer, of course.

Mom straddled my face so I could see more clearly. Her pubic hair wasn't very thick, it was moist and exuded a sweet scent. I could see her beautiful labia. Then Mom parted her labia with her hands, letting me see the paradise that gave birth to me.

'Do you like Mom's vulva? My dear son,' Mom asked, moaning.

I tried to look away, but Mom clamped my head between her knees.

'Son, I want you to play with Mom's pussy.'

I didn't move, so Mom pulled my hand to her vulva. Mom forced me to play with it and made me insert my fingers into her vagina.

'Now, be a good boy and lick Mom's juices on your fingers.'

I obeyed her command. It tasted strangely sweet, which surprised me because it looked a little dirty but tasted so good.

'Taste Mom's vulva with your mouth.' Mom commanded.

I refused, but Mom pressed her vulva against my face, and I had no choice but to comply. She wanted my tongue inside her vulva and to lick her clitoris. She even wanted me to suck her anus. As I did this, Mom moaned, trembled, and convulsed on top of me. She kept calling me names like "my dear bastard son," "my capable son," "my good son who fucks his mother," and "my lustful son." When I realized I had inhaled a lot of her juices, Mom collapsed on my face, screaming as she reached orgasm.

"Now, you have to serve your slutty mother properly," Mom said lewdly. "Darling, I need your big cock to do some naughty things."

At the same time, Mom took off my clothes. I was so excited that I couldn't control myself. Although I knew it was wrong, I was just an ordinary person, and under this temptation, my cock was still unbearably hard. In any case, it seemed that the more I resisted, the more excited Mom would become.

Mom held my cock with her hand and slowly sat down. She let out a joyful moan, and she began to swing wildly on top of me, violently slamming her vulva against my cock. Every time I was about to ejaculate, my mother would stop to catch her breath, preventing me from ejaculating too easily, and then she would penetrate me again. My mother played with me like this for most of the night, until she had many orgasms on me before she finally stopped, and I was able to ejaculate freely. I shot a large amount of thick, hot semen into my mother's vagina, and she screamed, reaching another orgasm. Then, my mother fell asleep on top of me. The next day, when I woke up, my mother was sucking my penis, making me erect again. My mother said to me, "From now on, you are my man." Then she made me repeat the sexual act from the previous night. Our relationship continued until I was about to graduate high school, when she died in a car accident. During those six years, my mother forbade me to associate with other girls. She made me sleep directly with her, and she wanted me to engage in all sorts of sexual acts with her. Moreover, she forbade me to tell anyone about our mother-son relationship, because no one would believe me and not her.

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