[A Mother's Account of Incest (Part 2)]

[A Mother's Account of Incest (Part 2)]
Author: Attending Physician
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Published: March 1, 2017
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Last New Year's Eve, my husband, unusually, didn't go out to play cards. The whole family sat on the sofa in the living room
watching the Spring Festival Gala. This was a rare occurrence in our family, and I suddenly felt a sense of home
.
The Gala ended after midnight, and amidst the sound of firecrackers, the three of us went to bed. As soon as we
got into bed, my husband stripped me naked and wanted to have sex with me. Every New Year's Eve, we never turn off the lights.
While my husband and I were having sex, my son would watch with great interest.
My husband ejaculated quickly. As he pulled out his semen-covered penis, he said to our son beside him,
"You little bastard, so engrossed in watching, do you want to come up and fuck me too?"
To my surprise, our son actually nodded and said, "Yes."
My face flushed red, and I scolded, "You little rascal, go to sleep!"
My husband laughed and said, "Good boy, you really want to fuck your mother? Well done, you're a son of the Shi family
." He patted our son's head and said, "Take off your pants and let me see if you're well-endowed
."
Our son actually took off his pants. His penis wasn't as thick as his father's, but for his
age at the time, it was quite large and very firm, with a white, tender shaft and a rosy glans
, looking very sexy.
My husband was clearly taken aback that our son's penis was almost as big as his. He paused for a moment, then
said, "You little bastard, no wonder you're so fascinated! You're acting like a grown-up. I just don't know if you're any
good."
"Good," our son said, kneeling on the bed, his penis erect.
"Alright, then you come up here and try fucking your mother's cunt."
My husband seemed genuinely going to let our son fuck me. He got off me, sat on my left
, and spread my legs apart with his hands.
Although I really wanted my son to fuck me, and he had already fucked me countless times before,
I had to pretend in front of my husband. I said, "No, husband, this is incest."
My husband yelled, "You stinking bitch, shut your stinking mouth! I said it's okay, so it's okay."
Then he gestured for our son to come up and fuck me.
My son, perhaps noticing my pale face, hesitated for a moment. My husband then grabbed
him and pulled him onto me, saying, "You little bastard, didn't you say you wanted to fuck your mother? I don't care, so what do you care about
! If you're a man, then do it right now."
My son, forced to kneel between my legs, asked, "What if Mom won't let me?"
My husband snapped, "Are you listening to her or me?"
He then spread my legs, saying, "You little bastard, see this? This is your mother's cunt.
You were born from here, you know?"
I blushed crimson with shame. Although my son had fucked me many times before, this was the
first time he'd seen my cunt spread open like this, especially since I'd just finished having sex with my husband, and his semen was still
flowing from my vagina!
I don't know if my son was pretending or genuinely scared, but he poked at me several
times without penetrating. My husband, watching impatiently, yelled, "Damn, you
can't even fit your mother in such a big cunt? Are you even a man?" With that, he grabbed my son's penis and forced it
into my vagina.
The moment my son's penis entered me, I felt more pleasure than ever before, and I could
n't help but let out a soft moan.
My husband slapped my buttocks and yelled, "You filthy bitch, you feel this
good being fucked by your son, and you still say no!"
At that moment, I wondered if I was truly a born slut, because I found myself desperately craving
my son's penis. Every time he entered, I couldn't help but arch my back to meet him, and every time he withdrew,
I felt a void in my vagina, longing for him to enter again.
But outwardly, I had to pretend to be extremely unwilling.
I struggled incessantly, deliberately squeezing my legs together and occasionally thrusting my lower body forward, ostensibly to throw my son
's penis out, but secretly to accommodate his thrusts.
My son was quite the actor; he repeatedly pried my legs apart, saying, "Mom,
don't be angry, Dad told me to fuck you."
Under my husband's coercion, I finally gave up struggling. I still clearly remember the scene—my son
kneeling between my legs, fucking me while asking his father, "Dad, is this how you fuck?"
My husband replied expressionlessly, "Yes, this is how you fuck." The
son asked again, "Dad, every time you finish fucking Mom, there's a white stuff that
comes out of her vagina. What's that?"
The husband said, "You're quite observant! That's my semen. Men ejaculate when they're having sex with a woman and
it's at its most pleasurable."
The son, pretending to be cool, asked, "Dad, will I ejaculate when I fuck Mom?"
The husband paused, then said, "You're fifteen years old now, you should be able to ejaculate by now!"
The son then asked, "Why does Dad always fall asleep after ejaculating? Is it because ejaculating is tiring?"
The husband said, "A man's penis goes soft after ejaculating." "What else can you do if you don't sleep?"
The son said, "Oh, is that so? Then I won't ejaculate. I'll keep fucking Mom like this!"
The husband chuckled and said, "Silly boy, men fuck women for that one moment of ejaculation, understand
?"
The son asked, "Why?"
The husband said, "Because that moment of ejaculation is the most pleasurable, silly boy. Besides, if I didn't ejaculate while fucking your mother,
how would you have been born?"
The son said, "Then if I ejaculate inside Mom's cunt, will Mom give birth to a son for me too?"
The husband glared at him and cursed, "You little bastard! Trying to rebel against me? You wish! If I give birth..."
"You put an IUD in your mother after that, so no matter how much you ejaculate on her, she can't get pregnant!"
Son: "..."
You might think this is absurd, something I made up; but that
's how it was at the time. If you don't believe me, you can just listen to my story; I
completely understand. Because this kind of thing is inherently unbelievable, not something a normal person would do. But
my husband is a peculiar one; some of his ideas are just different from others. We've been married for so many
years, but I still don't understand him.
Enough of this nonsense, let's get back to the point!
My son was vigorously fucking me with the very penis I had given him, right in front of his father. He didn't
ejaculate for a long time. My husband watched for a while, then got sleepy. He patted my son's butt and said, "You little bastard, you're really something."
My son chuckled and said, "Dad, like father, like son!" My husband yawned and said,
"Yeah, keep it up, fuck your mother." Then he lay down beside us, letting my son and
I have sex, while he fell fast asleep.
I really don't understand my husband. How could he tolerate his wife and son engaging in such
incestuous acts that are despised by the world? Doesn't he care at all about sharing his wife with his own son?
Or has he never cared about me at all? But at that moment, I wasn't angry. I was even a little grateful
to him because he had let me taste my son's young penis, and it was his indifferent attitude that
allowed me to escape the confusion of incest.
That night, my husband slept next to us, and he soon started snoring. Before, having sex with my son was always a clandestine
affair, because I was afraid my husband would find out. I would always face away from him, bend over, and let him
fuck me from behind. Now, I no longer have to live in fear of hiding with him. I've started to let loose,
trying the woman-on-top position, actively stroking my own son's
penis. Since that one time we had sex on the living room sofa, I've found this position extremely
stimulating, making me feel like my son is my little pony. My son seems to enjoy this
position where I'm in control; he lets me ride him, my body rising and falling, while he
freely plays with my breasts.
That one time left a deep impression on me. While my son was fucking me, he showered me with attention: "Mom,
you look so sexy, I love it."
I smiled slightly and said, "Really?"
My son continued, "Mom, look! My cock is going in and out of your pussy, it looks so good!"
I blushed and said, "Mom saw it too, do you like it?"
My son said, "Yes! Mom, there's so much water in your pussy! It's all flowing out of my cock."
My face turned even redder, and I gently scolded, "You little rascal, it's all your fault!"
My son said with a wronged expression, "Mom, you're the one doing all the moving, how can you blame me?"
I smiled gently and said, "Of course it's your fault. Your cock is so big and..." "It's hard, like a drill bit, it
pierced right through my pussy. How could I not be wet?"
My son asked me again, "Mom, has Dad ever fucked you like this?"
I said, "No."
My son said, "Really?"
While stroking my son's penis, I said, "Your dad only knows one position, it's so boring!"
Hearing me say that, my son said, "Mom, I want to fuck you in many different positions, are you willing to teach me?"
My face flushed, and I said, "You little rascal, you're more capable than Mom, you don't need me to teach you!"
My son said, "Mom, how capable do you think I am?"
I was speechless for a moment and said, "You—"
I wanted to say, "Every time you fuck me, Mom is so happy!" But I couldn't say it.
The words I couldn't say were spoken by my son: "Mom, don't I always make you
feel good when I fuck you?"
I scolded him, "You still dare to say that!"
That night, my son and I had a great time and enjoyed ourselves immensely. I was so glad I no longer had to worry about my husband
suddenly waking up. I would occasionally glance at my sleeping husband with disdain, inwardly cheering, "Look
how good your son is at fucking! Much better than you!" "Look, look at how your son fucks your woman
!"
My son and I tried various positions, and his young, strong penis made me feel incredibly good
. I responded to him with unprecedented passion, and he reciprocated with countless thrusts. We
kissed incessantly, saying things we'd never said before. My son's penis never left
my vagina. When he ejaculated for the first time, I was riding on top of him. He held my slender waist tightly with his legs,
while I gently swayed my plump buttocks, grinding my son's penis like grinding soybeans.
My son, grinning under my crotch, said, "Mom, I came, let's rest for a bit."
I said, "What, you beg for mercy now?"
My son said, "Mom is the Buddha, even the mighty Monkey King can't escape the Buddha's palm."
I chuckled at my son's words and said, "Mom isn't the Buddha, at most I
'm Guanyin."
My son said, "That's right, Mom is the compassionate Guanyin Bodhisattva, that's why she used the Guanyin lotus position to subdue
me!"
I was so ashamed that I said, "Get lost."
I lifted my lower body, just about to get off him, when I saw a lot of milky white semen flowing out of my vagina
, splashing right onto my son's penis. I blushed with embarrassment and let out a soft "Oh," quickly
squatting down and sitting on his still-erect penis.
I was ashamed to face this lewd and wanton scene, so I was a little flustered and clumsy,
and accidentally hurt my son.
My son cried out, "Ouch!" and said, "Mom, can you be gentle? You'll break my dick like that."
As he spoke, he gently pushed with his hand, and his wet, big thing "slipped"
into my vagina.
I said, "You little rascal, why are you in again?"
My son grinned mischievously and flipped me over, pinning me beneath him. He adjusted his position and, while fucking me,
said, "Goddess Guanyin, watch how Sun Wukong wields his Ruyi Jingu Bang and wreaks havoc in the Dragon Palace of the East Sea!"
I was going to scold him, because such continuous intercourse would be bad for his health, but my son's words
amused me. So I said, "You little monkey, what are you trying to prove with your defeated meat stick that you're some
kind of magic staff?"
My son chuckled and said, "Mom, don't underestimate my meat stick. It can grow big or small, it's been through countless
battles, and it can subdue all sorts of demons, from the White Bone Demon to the Spider Demon. Oh, right, what kind of demon am I, Mom?"
I said, "Didn't you just say I was the compassionate Guanyin Bodhisattva?"
My son said, "That was just now. Now Mom, I'm riding you, and I, Sun Wukong, don't strike nameless ghosts with my staff.
Mom, tell me quickly, what kind of demon are you?"
As he spoke, he thrust his lower body forward, his big cock hitting my G-spot, making my whole body go limp.
I couldn't help but let out a moan and said, "You little rascal, you're going to kill me!"
Young people are just different. My son's penis seemed to possess a magical power, quickly regaining its strength. He
straddled me, thrusting relentlessly until I was weak and limp, my juices flowing freely. How could I bear to let him go?
Involuntarily, I raised my legs and clamped them tightly around him, my lower body thrusting to meet his movements. Mother and son
began their second round of physical battle.
That night, I don't remember how many times my son's penis ejaculated inside me, nor
how many orgasms I reached. In any case, after intercourse, my vagina was filled with my own son's semen
. The orgasms had exhausted all my strength; I didn't even have the strength to get up and wash myself. I just
left my own son's semen inside the vagina and uterus where I had given birth to him, and the two of us clung tightly
to each other, sleeping soundly until dawn.
The next morning, my husband woke up earlier than me. When I woke up, I found
a large patch of the newly made bed sheet was soaked with my vaginal fluid. My face flushed, and I quickly urged my son to get up so
I could change the sheet. My son was fast asleep and refused to get up. Just then, my husband came out of the bathroom and said, "It's New Year's Day, let him sleep a little
longer. Why are you urging him to get up?" I said shyly, "The sheet is completely wet." He paused for a moment and said,
"So what if it's wet? It gets wet again after we change it. We can't change it every day." My face turned even redder, but seeing that my husband
didn't seem to be mocking me, I ignored him and insisted on waking my son to change the sheet.
But the next morning, the sheet was indeed soaked again, just as my husband had said. We
only had two sheets at home, and if I washed them again, I wouldn't have any to change, so I had to use a hairdryer to dry it. My husband saw it but didn't say
anything. Anyway, I was the one doing all these things, and he couldn't be bothered to care.
After that, my sex life with my son went from being clandestine to being public. At first, I was a little reserved,
feeling that having sex with my own son in front of my husband was a bit too much. But my son was wicked; sometimes he
would deliberately wait until my husband was about to come home before having sex with me. As soon as my husband walked in, he would see the two of us,
naked and entangled together, my son's penis thrusting rapidly in and out of his wife's cunt. Most of the time
, my husband wouldn't say anything, at most he would just watch from the side and then walk away. Occasionally, he would say something sarcastic to me:
"You slut, you like fucking your son so much!" "Is your son's penis any good? Look at you, you're so slutty, let your son fuck you
to death!" Or he would say to his son: "You little bastard, fuck your mother properly for me, so she won't
go looking for other men outside when her cunt is itchy. I don't want to wear a green hat." I found it quite funny to hear this. Does that mean that
a son fucking his wife isn't wearing a green hat?
During that period, the most embarrassing thing for me was dealing with
the semen my husband and son ejaculated inside me. My husband's semen was relatively easy to handle; it would flow out quickly. But my son, because he ejaculated a
large amount each time with great force, some of the semen went directly into my uterus and would
n't flow out for a while, even trying to remove it with my fingers. Sometimes, the semen from the night before
wouldn't come out until I went out the next day, at least wetting my underwear, and sometimes it would run down my thighs. The itching was bad enough, but what
embarrassed me most was the stains it left on my pants. So, to solve this headache, I had
to wear a panty liner every day, which increased our household expenses. Although I bought
inexpensive ones, our family's finances weren't great to begin with, and this extra expense still made my husband very
angry. My husband isn't usually a very observant person, but after a while, he inevitably noticed. One time, he caught
me changing a panty liner and asked, "You haven't done anything good, what are you doing with this?" I said, "These
days you and our son ejaculate inside me every day, and sometimes it even leaks out when we're out, it's quite embarrassing."
My husband got furious and yelled, "You slut, I've been fucking you for so many years and I've never seen you use this
stuff, why are you blaming us!" Of course, I couldn't say it was because my son's ejaculation was powerful
and plentiful, so I made up an explanation: "Maybe it's because I'm... " "It's because I'm getting older, my vagina is looser than when I was younger."
My husband didn't think much of it and said
, "I don't even have money for alcohol, but you have money to use this stuff every day." I said, "Then what do you suggest we do?" My husband snorted and said, "Your vagina is just loose, just stuff a wad of paper
in there and that's it!" I was afraid he would get angry, so I didn't dare to argue with him and said, "I won't use this starting tomorrow
."
I tried using paper instead of a panty liner, but it didn't work because paper doesn't stick to underwear like a panty liner; it
kept slipping down when I walked. I also tried stuffing the wad of paper into my vagina, but it was very uncomfortable, and the paper
would slip out when it got wet. My son was the most thoughtful; he somehow got hold of a
sponge strip about an inch long and as thick as a finger, and I tried stuffing it into my vagina. It worked very well.
However, although I had become my son's woman physically, in real life I was still
his mother and his legal guardian.
I remember once my son got into a fight with a classmate at school over a trivial matter, and he beat the other boy so badly his face was bruised and swollen
. His homeroom teacher called home, asking the parents to come to the school. My son's father...
Of course I wasn't going, but I had to bite the bullet and go anyway. When I got back, I scolded my son, but he just
grinned and didn't seem to care at all. I was furious. Just then, my husband came home from work,
and I told him about my son hitting someone. My husband said, "What man doesn't fight? If he wins
, it's his skill; if he loses, he deserves it."
My son became even more smug. I was so angry that I grabbed a broom and started
beating him. Seeing how angry I was, my son knew I was really upset and didn't dare to talk back.
I ignored him for three days.
On the fourth day, my son came to apologize, begging me. My anger had already subsided
, so I said, "If you don't behave next time, see how I deal with you."
My son chuckled and reached out to take off my clothes. It was
shortly after dinner, and my husband hadn't left yet, so I gave my son a wink. The moment my husband left the house, my son
rushed over and stripped me naked. He pinned me to the sofa, forcefully spread my legs,
revealing my hairy genitals, and then grabbed his thick, hard penis and slapped it against my cunt,
making a loud slapping sound.
I yelled, "You filthy bastard, what are you doing?"
My son said, "Mom, you hit me with a broom the other day and it swollen my head. Today I'm going to
hit you with my dick and swollen your cunt too."
I felt this was very unserious and I should teach him a lesson, but I couldn't help but laugh at his words
. I said, "Listen to me, don't think that just because you fucked my cunt, I can't control you."
My son grinned and said, "Mom, how dare I disobey you? If you get angry and do
n't let me fuck your cunt, I'll suffocate."
Before I could reply, he grabbed his big dick with one hand, gently pushed open my
vaginal opening, and then thrust it in all the way.
I thought to myself: Oh, you're afraid of me because you're afraid I won't fuck you!
I wanted to scold him, but his huge dick pushed me in, making me let out
a moan, and the words stuck in my throat. It felt like my son's penis wasn't blocking my lower
mouth, but rather my upper mouth.
In my memory, my son had used this despicable method to gag me more than once,
calming my initial anger with a series of vigorous thrusts. Imagine, being fucked by my son's penis until
my vagina was dripping wet and I was experiencing multiple orgasms—what could I, as his mother, do?
The story should end here, but my incestuous sex with my son continues.
Frankly, the various incestuous sexual acts between my son and me over the years could fill three days and three nights
. To be honest, just now my son had sex with me, and his semen is still inside my vagina
. My son often said that a man's semen could moisturize a woman's skin. He wanted me to keep this
fluid, which symbolized our incestuous intercourse, inside my body, letting my vaginal walls and uterine lining slowly absorb
and digest it, eventually making it part of my own bodily fluids. He also said that if I did this every day,
my skin would become more delicate, and I would look younger. Of course, I knew this was just
nonsense my son made up, but I still chose to believe him because I liked to use my uterus to receive his semen. Just thinking about
my own son's semen flowing inside my vagina made me feel like I possessed him, and I
felt strongly that I was his woman.
I don't remember when it started, but after having sex with my son, I no longer
ran to the toilet to wash myself like before. Instead, I used the sponge my son gave me to plug my vaginal opening
so that his semen would remain inside me. When I'm alone, I quietly savor the sensation. I
can almost feel my son's semen transforming into millions of sperm swimming inside my vagina. The feeling is
like a connoisseur smelling the aroma of fine wine, utterly intoxicating!
My son is sixteen years old this year, a sophomore at a prestigious high school. He's now taller
and bigger than his father, has developed an Adam's apple, and his voice has deepened. In every aspect, he
's a true man, especially his penis, which surpasses his father's in length, girth, and hardness.
So every time my son's penis enters me, my vagina feels an insatiable,
throbbing sensation. Just having his penis inside me, even without thrusting, brings me immense pleasure.
But what puzzles me is that since starting his sophomore year, my son has been boarding at school, only coming home
once a month for two and a half days off. The twenty-odd days my son has been away have felt incredibly long
. I often spent sleepless nights blaming myself, imagining my fingers as his penis and masturbating
. I even shamelessly let him take obscene photos of our incestuous sex and kept them on my phone
(I especially love one close-up of our genitals intercourse). During those sleepless
nights, I entertained myself by looking at these photos. Of course, the few days my son is on his monthly leave are the
happiest and most joyful days of my life. I would carefully cook many delicious meals for him, and I would deliberately dress up,
even trimming my pubic hair for him. I remember once when I was chatting with my son, we somehow got onto the topic of my
pubic hair. He said it was so thick and long that he was shocked when he first saw it. At that moment, I thought my
son probably didn't like the look of my pubic hair. Afterwards, I looked at myself in the mirror again and again, and I realized that
my pubic hair was indeed too much and too long, even covering my vaginal opening. So I secretly cut
off some pubic hair with scissors, afraid my husband would scold me, and I didn't dare cut too much at once. After repeated trimming, the pubic
hair was less than half of what it used to be, and my dark brown labia were revealed. Before, when I opened my legs, I could only see my
hairy pubic area, but now I could see my thick labia majora and thin labia minora. If I
opened my legs wider, the two labia minora would even part like flower petals, revealing the pink and tender vaginal
opening. My husband was completely oblivious to these changes, which shows that he had never paid attention to the appearance of my vulva; but my son...
It was different. He immediately noticed the changes in my genitals and leered at me
, demanding I spread my legs as wide as possible so he could take a lewd photo of my slightly open vagina.
To be honest, I loved seeing my son looking at my vulva with those lewd eyes. Whenever he
looked at me like that, I felt incredibly aroused, and my vaginal fluids would flow uncontrollably
. I also loved seeing his semen flowing from my vagina after he ejaculated inside me. At that moment,
I felt a surge of pride, involuntarily imagining that the semen was
coming from my own son's vas deferens. If I wanted to (remove the IUD), I could have a child for him.
Even though it was immoral, I wanted to be my own son's woman!
Alas! I know that in the eyes of the world, incest between mother and son is an utterly depraved and sinful act! And
I believe in karma. But what else could I do? As a mother, since I couldn't stop this
sin from happening, let me bear the consequences! If there is guilt, let all the blame fall
on me! I am willing to bear all the consequences of incest between mother and son. If there is retribution in heaven, let
all the retribution fall on the head of this lewd mother!
Alas! I don't want to be a bad mother in the eyes of the world. Reason tells me it's time to end all this
; my son is still young, his life has just begun, and I can't ruin him; but the reality is that I can't
resist the temptation of my son's sexy, big penis. I like the feeling of my vagina being filled with my son's thick, hard penis
, and I've also fallen in love with the feeling of my uterus being filled with my son's hot, sticky semen. I know that one day my son
will get married and have children, and I will slowly grow old. Even if he doesn't despise me then, I won't have the courage to let
him see my old, wrinkled vulva. Lately, I've been trapped in a cycle of contradiction and anguish, unable to extricate myself. The
mix of anticipation and fear, joy and pain, is probably incomprehensible to most. Of course, I know this
is all abnormal, because I've failed in my duties as a wife and my responsibilities as a mother.
Now I am both an unfaithful wife and an illicit mother, yet I enjoy being this
unfaithful wife and illicit mother who has sex with her own son. I cannot and do not want to escape this unfaithful and illicit
role. What do you think I should do?
(The End)

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