Sexual intimacy with one's own mother

(I) Junior High
School Chapter When I was young, I was very handsome and always had a way with women. I also had a very close relationship with my mother.
How close?
In junior high school, I still slept in the same bed with my mother. It was common for me to suckle and play with her breasts. When I came home from school, my mother would cook
, and I would slip my hand under her clothes from behind to touch her breasts. Looking back now, this action is very ambiguous, basically equivalent to flirting between husband and wife. My mother never stopped me. The strange thing is that I was completely oblivious to sex at the time
. I really just wanted to play with her breasts. I also took a bath with her in the summer. I still clearly remember the large patch of dark pubic hair between her legs. Unfortunately, I wasn't interested in that area at the time and didn't look at it carefully.
I had also gone through puberty at that time, and I had grown a few pubic hairs around my penis. I remember the last time I took a bath with her, she looked at me with a complicated expression after she took off all her clothes. Looking back now, we were on the verge of incest. We were both naked and sitting in a large bathtub. It was so convenient for my penis to slide in and thrust a couple of times.
I felt embarrassed at that point, a mix of anticipation and shame, a strange sense of fear, and I didn't know what to do. So I ended the shared bathing relationship myself. I forget exactly when it happened.
Maybe I was too morally driven. If it were one of my horny friends from elementary school (one of them had even slept with a sow, so he knew everything from a young age), they would have already taken advantage of the opportunity if their mothers gave them the chance.
Anyway, my dad was often away on business trips back then, so even though we stopped bathing together, I still slept in the same bed as my mom.
My mom always liked me to scratch her back, even when it was right up to her buttocks, she would still tell me to go lower and lower. Any lower and I would have to pull down her pants and expose her buttocks. I didn't know what to do, so I never listened to her.
Thinking back on it now, I guess my mom was trying to seduce me.
Normally, I'd hug my mom from behind and touch her breasts. She probably thought I was sending mating signals, and I guess she was initially uncomfortable and awkward, but gradually accepted it, creating opportunities for me. Little did she know, I was completely clueless about these things.
I don't have any deep memories of sleeping in the same bed with my mom, because I'm still a child at heart, and I had no impure thoughts whatsoever.
The only time was on an autumn night.
The moonlight was bright that night, shining through the window, making the bed clearly visible.
I woke up in the middle of the night and was shocked to find my mom lying with her back to me, her long underwear pulled down to her knees, her round, white buttocks exposed in the moonlight, within reach.
Although I wasn't yet aware of these things, I was starting to develop. I felt hot all over, a certain part of my body swelled up rapidly but had nowhere to go. Completely at a loss, I again chose to retreat instead of bravely exploring, trying my best to calm myself down and turning over to sleep.
Later, I wondered, what if it had been another woman?
Around that time, I actually started to become interested in women's bodies. In my mother's bed, I subconsciously played the role of an innocent son.
I greedily fantasized about women's bodies, yet I couldn't even look at the living female body beside me.
To this day, I still don't understand why my mother's long underwear would automatically slip down, but that round, big buttock often appears in my mind—very beautiful, very alluring.
I'm very sensitive about incest between mothers and sons. Over the years, I've read countless stories, articles, and posts about this kind of thing. These stories may be true or false, but there are definitely many cases of sexual intimacy between mothers and sons; it's just that everyone intentionally avoids this topic. I've never told my best friend about my orientation.
From the initial mix of excitement and guilt, I've now become quite open-minded about sex between mothers and sons.
Sex itself isn't a sinful thing; it's a way to express intimacy and a physiological need. As long as it's not rape, there's nothing blasphemous about it.
The reason why people dare not take this step is mainly because within the existing moral system, once a mother and son become lovers or casual sex partners, no one knows how to handle this relationship. If it does not affect others (keeping it a secret, being a single parent), and if a mother and son can find a completely new way to get along, this kind of thing, even if it is not worth advocating, is not so unforgivable. If there really is such a thing as justice, why haven't so many bad people been punished?
So, with my current mental state, if I were to go back to that night many years ago, I would not back down.
The body of a mature woman who was already in the process of mating was right in front of me, and I could touch it with just a reach of my hand. It would be a waste not to enjoy it. I only glanced at that buttocks a few times and my blood was boiling. If something could happen that night, it would definitely be extremely ecstatic. Unfortunately, that opportunity is gone.
A few years ago, I also secretly looked at my mother's body. Although I only saw half of her buttocks, it was already bloated and had long lost its former allure.
Okay, that's enough for the junior high school section. Next is the high school section.
(II) High School Section
I went to school in the county town for high school, far away from my hometown.
A withdrawn and melancholic boy buried himself in mountains of homework and practice problems, spending his days going back and forth between a borrowed room from relatives and school, passing four monotonous years (plus one year of remedial classes). Although some girls cast admiring glances his way, he was passive and unresponsive in relationships, unsure how to bridge the gap with them. Despite being sexually frustrated, his only skill was to mask his incompetence with a cool and aloof demeanor.
That boy was me.
Starting in my second year of high school, my dad came to the county town to accompany me, which relieved me. I was worried that if my mom had come instead, I would have ended up in a single room, and with my burgeoning libido, I feared something embarrassing might have happened.
I went home on weekends as usual, but my dad, who knew many people in the county town, didn't go back.
This time, being closer to my mom again, my mindset was completely different.
By this time, I had learned to masturbate and had read many erotic books. I understood the specifics of sexual intercourse, and my mother was no longer as innocent as before. Qian Zhongshu once said that the hearts of eighteen or nineteen-year-old boys are like public toilets. I used to try my best to avoid sexual fantasies about my mother, but now I was becoming more casual, especially since she was so casual in front of me.
Once, while we were talking in the yard, she actually unzipped her pants and urinated a few steps away right in front of me, of course, with her back turned, exposing her entire buttocks.
I was very surprised; in today's terms, this "perk" came too suddenly. I quickly lowered my head and walked away. However, out of the corner of my eye, I could see that her buttocks were still very alluring. That was how my first time ended.
Perhaps some people find it strange, but in rural towns and villages, women are very casual about bathing and using the toilet.
I remember once in the summer, I went back to my father's hometown and stayed at my cousin's house. My cousin's family didn't have a TV, so I went to the neighbor's house to watch it.
When I came out, I was shocked to find the woman of the house bathing naked in the hallway. Her breasts, buttocks, and pubic hair were all clearly visible. The hallway light was on, and the front door was unlocked. Theoretically, every man had the opportunity to see her naked body, including her husband, her son (in his twenties and unmarried), my cousin, and me.
One evening, I went over and looked into the yard through the side door. She was taking a shower, naked, while her son and husband watched TV nearby.
Her son was quite pathetic; at that age, he was itching to have sex with anyone, yet he couldn't bear to look at a naked woman right next to him. He just pretended to watch TV, though I bet his penis was already rock hard.
Since this woman didn't mind exposing herself to strange men, she probably didn't mind letting her son have sex with her either.
Back then, it was dark in the countryside at night. If the old man wasn't looking, his son could easily grab his naked mother and have sex on the haystack.
It's a pity I didn't think of that back then; otherwise, if I had been more observant, I might have witnessed a mother and son having sex.
Anyway, I forget how much time had passed since my mother urinated, but today, just like before, we were talking in the yard when she pulled down her pants and exposed her buttocks to
urinate, just as casually as she would in front of her husband. I instinctively walked away, but stopped at the front door. I couldn't resist the temptation and simply stood there watching her.
My mother knew I was watching, but she didn't react at all, just calmly pulled up her pants. Unfortunately, because I was too far away, I didn't see her private parts.
In our ambiguous mother-son relationship, I bravely took a small step forward, and my mother probably received my sexual signals.
If she was trying to seduce me before, I hadn't succeeded because I was too young. Now that I'm an adult, this is the first time I've faced her as a woman, not a son. I greedily gaze at her exposed body, like a male animal seeking a mate, frantically inhaling the scent of a female.
Although we didn't say anything, there was a sense of unspoken understanding, a feeling akin to adultery—exciting and sweet. In this state, my relationship with my mother was more like that of mutually desired sexual partners; we both knew each other's thoughts and had formally accepted each other.
I was incredibly excited all afternoon, desperately longing for nightfall, because that would be my chance to feast my eyes on my mother's naked body.
Don't laugh, but back then, I never intended to sleep with my mother, nor did I know how. Just seeing her fully naked was enough.
If this happened now, it would be simple: if she bent over to pee with her big white ass sticking out, I'd pull out my rock-hard cock and pee too, let's see who's afraid of who! If you dare show me your cunt, I'll masturbate for you.
If she didn't react, I would simply pee, and while she was doing that, I would nip my penis against her buttocks. If Mom didn't move away, I could sneak into her bed at night (my sister was also home, so I would definitely have to avoid her) and do what we almost did back then.
But at that time, I had no clear plan at all, no idea what would happen next. I was filled with the happy anticipation of a groom waiting to enter the bridal chamber.
As darkness fell, my heart started pounding, my mouth went dry, and even my voice trembled a little when I was selling things (we had a small shop at home), showing how much motivation sex had.
Watching Mom take her clothes to the backyard, I went to Mom's bedroom and turned on the TV, pretending to watch it.
The back door of the bedroom faced the front door of the bathroom, so I could see her showering, and she could see me enter the bedroom. The bathroom light came on, she went in, and the door wasn't closed, so it seemed certain. My heart almost stopped beating.
Just then, my sister, who had been selling things outside, suddenly came in and asked what I was doing. I replied in a slightly trembling voice that I was watching TV, and then she left.
Although I was startled, I was still driven by lust. After she left, I eagerly looked out the window and found that the old bathroom, though open, was empty. I could hear splashing water coming from the yard, but I couldn't see anything.
It seemed my sister's sudden appearance had worked its magic; my mother, afraid of being discovered by my sister, had simply moved to the yard to shower. Being unable to see anything from the bedroom meant I wasn't spying, and she hadn't intentionally left the door open for me to see.
Because of this accident, my mother and I's first and only intimate encounter ended without a clear conclusion. This is why incest is more likely to occur in single-parent families.
If my sister wasn't home that day, my mom would put on a naked show for me. Although I didn't participate in her plan, on a hot summer night, a sexually driven teenager and his mother, both in their prime, knew each other's thoughts. Their relationship was a naked man-woman affair, and it was hard to say how far it would go.
If my sister wasn't there, my naked mother posed no obstacle for me. If I wanted, I could strip naked and move freely around the yard. A naked man and a naked woman in a safe, undisturbed environment would generally follow primal instincts.
Perhaps if something had really happened that day, my life path and my relationship with my mother might have been completely different.
But then again, even if I had slept with my mom that time, with her rationality and intelligence, she would have maintained a secret relationship with me, never affecting our family life. After all, there are too many opportunities for mother and son to be alone together; who would suspect anything?
Actually, the story ends here. Although there's no explicit sex, it's absolutely true. Although I didn't sleep with my mother, at least that afternoon and evening, we had a kind of emotional incest, like a couple about to consummate their marriage, yearning for each other.
After that, there was no more opportunity. Later, I went to university, started working, and my mother gradually aged, completely losing her sexual appeal to me. However, I've always harbored an incestuous desire. If my mother were ten years younger, or more attractive, based on my years of experience, I would definitely have slept with her. Speaking of incest between mothers and sons, based on my years of observation, this is definitely not uncommon, especially in single-parent families.
If a son has difficulty finding a wife, temporarily using his mother to satisfy his desires isn't entirely incomprehensible. This is a concept hidden deep in the hearts of many, including mothers, that they are reluctant to express openly. Many single mothers accept being sexually assaulted by their sons, only demanding that their sons be obedient and work hard.
In the case of being single or divorced, using a single mother as a substitute for a wife is also understandable in many people's eyes. I remember my mother joking about this with my father.
If you don't enjoy this unwritten potential benefit, I admire your principles. If you do, there's nothing too to criticize; just keep it a secret. This is different from homosexuality. Doing it privately is acceptable, but making it public is indeed indecent.
[The End]
(I) Junior High School Chapter
When I was young, I was very handsome and always had a lot of female admirers. I also had a very close relationship with my mother.
How close?
In junior high school, I slept in the same bed with my mother. It was common for me to suckle and play with her breasts. When I got home from school, my mother would cook, and I would slip my hand under her clothes from behind to touch her breasts.
Thinking about it now, this action was very ambiguous, basically equivalent to flirting between husband and wife. My mother never stopped me. The strange thing is that I was completely clueless about sex at the time. I really just wanted to play with her breasts.
I even took a bath with her in the summer. I still clearly remember the large patch of dark pubic hair between her legs, but unfortunately, I wasn't interested in that area at the time and didn't look at it carefully.
I had also gone through puberty by then, and a few pubic hairs had grown around my penis. I remember the last time we bathed together, the complex expression on her face when she looked at me naked. Looking back now, we were on the verge of incest. We were both completely naked, sitting in a large bathtub, and it would have been so convenient for my penis to slide in and poke around.
I felt embarrassed at that point, both expectant and ashamed, with a strange sense of fear. I didn't know what to do, so I took the initiative to end this bathing relationship. I forget exactly which year it happened.
Maybe I have too strong a moral compass. If it were my horny friends from elementary school (one of them had even slept with a sow, so he knew everything from a young age), and if their mothers gave them the chance, they would have already taken their penises and inserted them.
Anyway, my dad was often away on business trips back then. Although we no longer shared baths, I still slept in the same bed as my mom.
My mom always liked me to scratch her back, even after it reached the point where it met her buttocks, she would still tell me to go lower and lower. Any lower and I'd have to pull her pants down, exposing her buttocks. I didn't know what to do, so I never listened to her.
Thinking back on this, I guess my mom was trying to seduce me.
Usually, when I hugged my mom from behind and touched her breasts, she probably thought I was sending mating signals. She probably felt uncomfortable and awkward at first, but gradually accepted it, creating opportunities for me. I was such a clueless person, I didn't understand any of this.
I don't have any deep memories of sleeping in the same bed with my mom because I was still a child at heart, and I didn't have any impure thoughts.
The only time was on an autumn night.
The moonlight was bright that night, shining through the window, making the bed clearly visible.
I woke up in the middle of the night and was shocked to find my mom lying with her back to me, her long underwear pulled down to her knees, her round, white buttocks exposed in the moonlight, within reach.
Although I wasn't quite there yet, I had started developing. I felt a burning sensation all over my body, a certain part of my body swelled up rapidly but had nowhere to go. Completely at a loss, I chose to retreat again instead of bravely exploring, trying my best to calm myself down and turning over to sleep.
Later, I wondered, what if it had been another woman?
At that time, I had actually begun to be interested in women's bodies, but in my mother's bed, I subconsciously played the role of an innocent son.
I greedily fantasized about women's bodies, yet I didn't even dare to look at the living female body beside me.
To this day, I still don't understand why my mother's long underwear would automatically slip down, but that round, big buttock often appears in my mind—very beautiful, very alluring.
I'm very sensitive about incest between mothers and sons. Over the years, I've read countless stories, articles, and posts about this kind of thing. These stories may be true or false, but there are definitely many cases of sexual intimacy between mothers and sons; it's just that everyone intentionally avoids this topic. I've never even told my best friend about my orientation in this regard.
From the initial mix of excitement and guilt, I've now come to accept mother-son sex with a more open mind.
Sex itself isn't sinful; it's a way to express intimacy and fulfill a physiological need. As long as it's not rape, there's nothing offensive about it.
The reason people are hesitant to take this step is mainly due to the existing moral system. Once a mother and son become lovers or casual sex partners, people don't know how to handle the relationship. If it doesn't affect others (secrecy, single parenthood), and if the mother and son can find a new way to interact, then even if it's not something to be encouraged, it's not entirely unforgivable. If there truly is such a thing as justice, why haven't so many bad people been punished?
So, with my current state of mind, if I were to return to that night many years ago, I wouldn't hesitate.
A mature woman's body, already in the act of mating, was right in front of me; I could touch it with a simple reach. Not enjoying it would be a waste. I only glanced at that buttocks a few times and my blood was already boiling. If something had happened that night, it would have been incredibly ecstatic. Unfortunately, that opportunity is gone.
A few years ago, I secretly peeked at my mom's body. Although I only saw half of her buttocks, it was already bloated and had long lost its former allure.
Okay, that's enough for the junior high section. Now for the high school section.
(II) High School
Section I went to school in the county town for high school, far from my hometown.
A withdrawn and melancholic boy buried himself in a mountain of papers and exercises every day, going back and forth between the house he stayed at with relatives and school. He spent four monotonous years like this (with one year of remedial classes). Although some girls cast admiring glances at him, he was passive and didn't know how to close the distance with girls. Although he was sexually frustrated, the only thing he could do was to pretend to be cool and aloof to cover up his incompetence.
This boy was me.
Starting from the second year of high school, my dad came to the county town to accompany me. This made me feel relieved. If it had been my mom who came, I would have had a single room, and at that time, my sexual desire was surging. I was really afraid that something embarrassing would happen if it went on for too long.
I went home as usual on the weekend, but my dad, who has many acquaintances in the county town, didn't go back.
This time, I was in close contact with my mom again, and my mindset was completely different.
By then, I had learned to masturbate and had read many erotic books, understanding the specifics of sexual intercourse. I no longer saw my mom as innocently as before. As Qian Zhongshu said, the hearts of eighteen or nineteen-year-old boys are like public toilets. I used to try my best to avoid sexual fantasies about my mom, but now I was more casual, especially since she was so casual in front of me.
Once, while we were talking in the yard, she actually unzipped her pants and urinated a few steps away right in front of me, of course, with her back turned, exposing her entire buttocks.
I was very surprised; in today's terms, this was a sudden treat. I quickly lowered my head and walked away. However, out of the corner of my eye, I could see that her buttocks were still very alluring. That was the end of my first time. Perhaps
some people find it strange, but in rural towns, women are very casual about bathing and using the toilet.
I remember once in the summer, I went back to my dad's hometown and stayed at my cousin's house. My cousin's family didn't have a TV, so we went to the neighbor's house to watch one.
When I came out, I was shocked to find the woman of the house bathing naked in the hallway. Her breasts, buttocks, and pubic hair were clearly visible. The hallway light was on, and the door was unlocked. Theoretically, every man had the opportunity to see her naked body, including her husband, her son (in his twenties and unmarried), my cousin, and me.
Later, one night when I went out, I looked into the yard through the side door of her house and saw her bathing naked, while her son and husband watched TV nearby.
Her son was quite unfortunate; he was in his early twenties and wanted to have sex at any moment, but he didn't dare look at a naked woman right next to him. He could only pretend to watch TV, though I guess his penis was already rock hard.
Since this woman didn't mind exposing her whole body to strange men, she probably didn't mind letting her son have sex with her either.
Back then, it was dark in the countryside at night, and if the old man wasn't looking, her son could easily take his naked mother to the haystack and have sex with her.
It's a pity I didn't think of these things back then; otherwise, if I had paid attention, I might have witnessed a mother and son having sex.
Getting back to the point, I forget how much time had passed since my mom urinated last time, but today, just like before, we were talking in the yard when she suddenly pulled down her pants and exposed her buttocks to urinate, just as casually as she would in front of my husband.
I instinctively walked away, but stopped at the front door. I couldn't resist the temptation and simply stood there watching her.
My mom knew I was watching, but she didn't say anything, just calmly pulled up her pants. Unfortunately, because I was too far away, I didn't see her private parts.
In our ambiguous mother-son relationship, I bravely took a small step forward, and my mom probably received my sexual signals.
If she was trying to seduce me before, I was too young to succeed. Now that I'm an adult, for the first time, I'm facing her as a woman, not a son, greedily staring at her exposed body, like a male animal seeking a mate, frantically inhaling the scent of the opposite sex.
Although we didn't say anything, there was a feeling of mutual understanding, a feeling like adultery, both exciting and sweet. In this state, my relationship with my mother was more like that of sexual partners who longed for each other. We both knew each other's thoughts and had officially accepted each other.
I was incredibly excited all afternoon, desperately longing for nightfall because it would be my chance to see my mom's naked body.
Don't laugh, but back then I didn't even think about sleeping with her, nor did I know how. Just seeing her fully naked was enough.
If this happened now, it would be simple: she'd bend over to pee, and I'd pull out my rock-hard cock and pee too—who's afraid of who! If you dare show me your pussy, I'll masturbate for you.
If she didn't react, I'd just pee, and while she was doing that, I'd nip my dick against her ass. If she didn't move away, I could sneak into her bed that night (my sister was home too, so I'd have to avoid her) and do what we almost did back then.
But back then, I had absolutely no clear plan, no idea what would happen next. I was like a groom waiting to enter the bridal chamber, filled with blissful anticipation.
As darkness fell, my heart began to pound, my mouth went dry, and even my voice trembled slightly while I was selling things (we had a small shop at home), showing just how much motivation sex had.
Watching my mother take clothes to the backyard, I went to her bedroom and turned on the TV, pretending to watch.
The back door of the bedroom faced the front door of the bathroom, so I could see her showering, and she could see me enter the bedroom. The bathroom light came on, she went in, and the door wasn't closed—it seemed certain. My heart almost stopped.
Just then, my sister, who had been selling things outside, suddenly came in and asked what I was doing. I said in a trembling voice that I was watching TV, and then she left.
Although I was startled, I was still driven by lust. After my sister left, I eagerly looked out the window, only to find that the old bathroom, though open, was empty. I could hear splashing water coming from the yard, but I couldn't see anything clearly.
It seems my sister's sudden appearance earlier had the effect of breaking up our affair. My mom, afraid my sister would discover our "incest," simply moved to the yard to shower. Since nothing could be seen from the bedroom, it meant I wasn't spying, and she wasn't intentionally leaving the door open for me to see.
Because of an accident, my mom and I's first and only unspoken understanding ended without fruition, which is why incest is more likely to occur in single-parent families.
If my sister hadn't been home that day, my mom would have put on a naked show for me. Although I didn't participate in her plan, on a hot summer night, a sexually aroused teenager and his mother in her prime, both aware of each other's thoughts, suggested a naked relationship between a man and a woman. How far it would go was very hard to
say. Without my sister, my naked mom posed no obstacle for me. If I wanted, I could strip naked and move freely in the yard. A completely naked man and a completely naked woman in a safe, undisturbed environment generally follow primal instincts.
Perhaps if something had really happened that day, my life path and my relationship with my mother might have been completely different.
But then again, even if I had slept with my mom that time, given her rationality and intellect, she would have only maintained a secret relationship with me, and it would never have affected our real family life. After all, there are so many opportunities
for mothers and sons to be alone together; who would suspect anything? Actually, the story ends here, though there's no explicit sex, it's absolutely true. Although I didn't sleep with my mom, at least that afternoon and evening, we were emotionally incestuous, like a couple about to consummate their marriage, yearning for each other.
After that, there was no more chance. Later, I went to university, started working, and my mom gradually aged, completely losing her sexual appeal to me. However, I've always harbored an incestuous fantasy. If my mom were ten years younger, or more beautiful, based on my years of experience, I would definitely have slept with her. Speaking of incest between mothers and sons, based on my years of observation, it's definitely not uncommon, especially in single-parent families.
If a son has difficulty finding a wife, it's not entirely incomprehensible that he might temporarily use his mother as a substitute. This is a deeply ingrained, unspoken belief held by many, including mothers. Many single mothers accept being sexually assaulted by their sons, only demanding that they be obedient and work diligently.
Using one's own single mother as a wife substitute in a single or divorced situation is understandable to many. I remember my mother joking about this with my father.
If you don't enjoy this unspoken, potential benefit, I admire your principles. If you do, there's nothing too wrong with it; just keep it a secret. This is different from homosexuality; doing it privately is acceptable, but making it public is indeed indecent.
[End]

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