The fruit of my love with my mother [The End]

Because only I know that my biological mother has given birth to a daughter for me.

This is a secret known only to me. The person who got my mother pregnant and gave birth to my sister is actually me; I am my sister's real biological father.

My mother is a piano teacher. Her job is to teach children to play the piano at piano studios. Because of her job, my mother has always paid great attention to her appearance. My mother was already very beautiful, with delicate features, an elegant temperament, fair skin, and a curvaceous figure. In addition, she was 168 centimeters tall, and she was even more elegant and charming when she wore formal suits and high heels.

After I entered puberty, I began to have a sexual interest in my mother. Whenever I saw my beautiful mother wearing makeup, a tight skirt, skin-colored stockings, and black high heels, my penis would become violently erect, and I would have to masturbate several times to relieve my lust for my mother.

I gradually realized that I had a very serious "Oedipus complex".

After the second year of junior high school, I became bolder and often sneaked to the bathroom door to admire my mother "emerging from the bath" while she was taking a shower. My mother would take off her contact lenses before showering, so she would never notice a pair of eyes feasting on her eyes through the vent.

Even when my mother was showering, and my father and sister weren't home, I, with my boundless lust, would strip naked outside the bathroom door, then masturbate while admiring my mother's skin. My naked mother and I were separated only by the door. When my mother's body was close to me, I would ejaculate my "love" for her through the vent.

A few times, my mother stood very close to the door, and the semen I ejaculated through the vent even sprayed onto her calves. Fortunately, the constant hot water prevented her from feeling the warm semen flowing down her beautiful legs. Although my mother's body had already come into contact with my semen, I wasn't satisfied. My true desire was to have sex with my beautiful mother, to leave my semen inside her.

Because my mother's female body was so sexy and alluring, several times I almost couldn't resist rushing into the bathroom to possess her without hesitation, but in the end I restrained myself. Not because of cowardice, but because reason wouldn't allow me to do such a thing as raping my own mother.

I knew that the only way to cure my Oedipus complex was to have my mother's body, just once, to experience what it felt like to penetrate her, and I would be satisfied. But I knew very well that I might never get what I wanted.

But I never expected that last April... Last April, I was still a junior high school student, only fifteen years old.

That day in class, I wasn't concentrating at all. Because I kept thinking about how my mother looked when she left that morning.

My mother was wearing a purple velvet suit, paired with iron-gray stockings and black high heels. This outfit made my mother look noble and elegant, yet also mysterious and hot and sexy, which made my heart flutter. I really wanted to hold my mother in my arms and cherish her.

That evening, as soon as I finished my tutoring class, I rushed home. Because I hadn't had the chance to masturbate to my mother while she showered for several days, I hoped today would be my chance.

Of course, I never imagined that half an hour later I would be able to hold my mother tightly and even have her accept my semen, thus becoming pregnant.

Not long after I got home, my mother also returned. Having thought about my mother all day, my heart began to pound.

My mother, lightly made up, asked softly if my father and sister had returned.

"Not yet," I replied. Filled with love for my mother, I couldn't help but muster the courage to say to her, "Mom, you look so beautiful today." "Really?" Hearing her son's praise, my mother seemed very happy and said, "Why are you so sweet-talking today?" Of course, my mother wouldn't take my words as flirtation; after all, I was her child, and she would only think I was childish.

But my mother didn't know that when I said that, my penis was already erect.

When my mother took off her high heels, I deliberately stood behind her so as to admire her long legs in stockings under her purple pencil skirt. I couldn't help but drool:

"Mom's 35, and her legs are still so long and beautiful." My lust for my mother was reignited; I couldn't resist masturbating to her today.

After a while, my mother indeed changed into a bathrobe and went into the bathroom. I knew my chance had come again. I was only wearing my underwear and quietly came to the bathroom door from my room.

I peeked through the vent. My mother was untying her hair, and her swirling hair cascaded down, making her look even more alluring.

Then, she slowly took off her bathrobe, and the beautiful scene once again came into my view. I felt my violently erect penis almost burst through my underwear.

My mother then untied the necklace around her neck. Just as I was anticipating her taking off her bra and underwear, the necklace accidentally fell to the ground, and my mother squatted down to pick it up. I was startled and quickly hid; it would be terrible if my mother found out.

After a while, I mustered my courage and peeked inside again. My mother was checking if the pendant was broken before she stood up.

But as soon as she stood up, she suddenly went limp and collapsed onto the bathroom floor.

My mother had fainted before when getting up; the doctor said it was postural hypotension, and coupled with anemia, she couldn't get up too quickly, or she might faint.

Seeing my mother faint, I was startled, but then I remembered that my mother had always had postural hypotension. I quickly turned the bathroom doorknob. The door was locked, but it was a jack lock that could be opened with a coin, so I quickly entered the bathroom.

I called my mother a few times, but she didn't wake up, so I helped her up and picked her up in my arms. As I held my mother's smooth, soft body, I suddenly felt a sense of satisfaction, like "holding a beauty in my arms." Looking at the "beauty" in my arms, my mother seemed like my prey. I was immediately filled with lust.

I carried my mother to her bedroom and gently laid her on the bed.

Looking at my nearly naked mother, I couldn't resist the urge to embrace her and kiss her. I remembered the last time she fainted after getting up, it seemed like it took her twenty or thirty minutes to regain consciousness. If I seized this opportunity, my mother would be mine. With

such a beautiful woman before me, it's hard to resist lust, even from my own mother.

But doing so would be incest. My mother loves me so much, how could I offend her? And what if she suddenly woke up?

Lust and reason battled within me. She wasn't just any woman; she was my mother who gave me life. But with my burning desire, how could I not release my pent-up semen?

The last vestiges of reason wouldn't allow me to commit incest with my mother, so I told myself: I won't "enter" my mother's body; I'll only caress and kiss her, then ejaculate on her.

(But in my youth, I underestimated the allure of sex.) I finally reached out with slightly trembling hands, first unhooking my mother's bra, revealing her full, round breasts. Then I pulled down her thin panties, the only thing she was wearing. I never imagined I would one day be able to remove her bra and panties with my own hands.

As the pink cotton panties were pulled down from her waist, her glossy black pubic hair came into view. Among that pubic hair, I saw the place I had longed for. That was where I was born, fifteen years ago.

The moment my mother's vulva appeared before me, reason began to crumble.

I had never really looked closely at my mother's vulva before. Every time I spied on her while she bathed, her mysterious, forbidden area was always partially veiled. Now, not only did I see it, but I was so close.

I pulled down my underwear, which had already fallen to my mother's knees, and tossed it aside. My mother's bright, snow-white female body was now fully displayed before my eyes.

"You've always liked your mother, haven't you? Now you can have her. How can you miss this opportunity? Besides, your feelings for her are love, not lust." "Mom! I really love you. I must have you!" In my eyes, my kind and gentle mother had transformed into a woman of irresistible allure. I quickly pulled down my own underwear, revealing my erect penis, and faced my mother.

We were now naked before each other. Looking at my mother's captivating curves and soft, smooth skin, I couldn't resist. I got into bed, ready to violate my mother.

The next few minutes were the happiest and most unforgettable moments of my life.

Driven by lust, I boldly stretched out my arms and embraced my mother, holding her hot, feminine body. I pressed myself against her, my penis against her vulva, eyeing her vagina intently.

I trembled with nervousness, worried that my father and sister might suddenly return, and also that my mother might wake up now.

If she did wake up, I wouldn't be able to explain to her whether I had penetrated her or not. There was no turning back now; I had to press on and make it a done deal.

I began to kiss my mother passionately, from her cheeks, her neck, her shoulders to her breasts—her white, smooth skin felt amazing. My lips covered hers, kissing her and inhaling the fragrance of her hair. My hands began to caress her, enjoying the softness of her skin. My left hand kneaded her breasts; my right hand stroked her long, beautiful legs that I had longed for—they were so smooth.

I kissed my mother's soft, white hands again. As I gently stroked my burning penis with her elegant, piano-playing fingers, it instantly swelled even larger. I couldn't resist inserting it.

Driven by lust, I wanted to invade my mother's most precious gate. I spread her legs apart, lifting them and placing them on my shoulders, opening her vulva wide. My penis reached the entrance of my mother's vagina, and our genitals finally made contact for the first time. With a thrust, my enormous glans spread my mother's labia minora to the sides. Insertion! At first, there was a "slipping" sensation, but soon my glans was swallowed by my mother's vagina.

My mother's vagina was so tight; I had to exert force to continue inserting. My glans continued to push inward, reaching the cervix, until my penis was fully inside. My mother and I were now tightly joined together.

I was inside my mother! I could hardly believe what I was seeing! Through my penis, I felt my mother's body temperature; the inside of her vagina was so soft and warm.

Fifteen years later, I returned to this familiar place, with my now-grown and powerful penis.

My hips began to thrust, my strong, thick penis pumping in and out of my beloved mother, fulfilling our most primal biological instinct—sexual intercourse.

As our genitals rubbed together, an unprecedented pleasure surged through me. I couldn't help but curse myself for being so foolish before; with such earthly pleasure at hand, I had waited until today to act.

I held my mother tightly, kissing her passionately, thrusting forcefully into her vagina, faster and harder with each stroke. My glans relentlessly pounded against her cervix, my scrotum slapping against her labia majora. Overwhelmed by lust, I no longer cared if my "bumps" would wake her.

Subconsciously, I even hoped she would awaken, because I wanted her to know how much I loved her. To fuck and pamper her in front of her would surely bring even greater pleasure.

Thrust, thrust, thrust, thrust, my penis repeatedly and rapidly entered and exited my mother's body. After nearly a hundred hard thrusts, I felt I was about to ejaculate. I exerted even more force, faster and harder, showing no mercy. At the peak of my excitement, I finally ejaculated into my mother, releasing my first load of semen inside her, freely and joyfully shooting my virgin semen deep into her vagina.

Warm semen sprayed against my mother's cervix and vaginal walls, each ejaculation bringing an even more intense climax. Finally, the semen began to flow out; all of my semen had been given to my mother.

"My mother and I have consummated our marriage; she is mine now!" Thinking this, I couldn't help but smile with satisfaction.

I gently kissed my mother's face, like a husband's tenderness towards his wife. Then I released my mother, letting my penis withdraw from her body. I saw some white, sticky liquid at the entrance of my mother's vagina—it was my semen. I quickly grabbed some tissues to wipe it away. My mother had been unconscious for twenty minutes and could wake up at any moment, so I had to be quick.

Suddenly, a thought crossed my mind: what would my mother's reaction be if she knew I had taken her? If I just kept holding her now, she would naturally know what I had done to her when she woke up, and I could then take the opportunity to tell her what I had kept hidden in my heart all these years. But would my mother understand? Would she accept my feelings for her? Would she even disown me as her son? I

had originally thought that after I "got my wish," my "Oedipus complex" would be resolved, but that wasn't the case. My "Oedipus complex" wasn't just a physical desire for my mother; having her only gave me some "comforting" satisfaction. My love for my mother wouldn't change at all.

Perhaps what I truly wanted wasn't just to possess my mother, but to possess her heart.

"Should I tell Mother? Should I confess my feelings to her?" It was quite risky, but I was willing to take the risk because I really had so much to say to her.

But then I heard a noise downstairs; it seemed someone had returned. I panicked and quickly put Mother's bra and panties back on, covered her with the blanket, and then grabbed my own underwear and rushed back to my room to get dressed.

It was my sister who had returned; I heard her looking for Mother. After a while, she came upstairs.

A few minutes later, I went to Mother's bedroom. Mother was awake, and my sister was there too. As soon as my sister saw me, she said, "How could you do this?" I looked at Mother, and Mother looked at me. Oh no! Did Mother already know?

Under the gaze of Mother and Sister, I felt incredibly embarrassed. Just as I was about to vehemently deny it, my sister continued, "Mom fainted, and you weren't even there to take care of her." So that's what she meant. I was shocked.

My mother seemed a little weak. She asked me, "Did you help Mom back to her room?" My voice trembled slightly. "Oh, yes, yes, that's right." But I didn't help her; I carried her. My

mother asked in surprise, "Why do you seem so flustered?" "Oh, I... I was worried about Mom," I said.

"Don't worry, Mom's fine. Mom's just had low blood pressure." My mother said, "How long was I unconscious?" I said, "Maybe half an hour." I started making up a story, saying that I noticed my mother had been in the bathroom for a long time and no one answered the door, so I opened the bathroom door and found her unconscious. So I helped her back to her room.

I wonder if my "reckless" actions just now made my mother feel anything unusual? I tentatively asked, "Mom, how are you feeling now?" "Still a little dizzy..." My mother gently pressed her lower abdomen and said, "My stomach feels a little strange too." I think even if my mother felt pain in her private parts, she wouldn't be embarrassed to say it in front of her children. Of course, my mother wouldn't think that the pain in her lower abdomen and private parts was my doing.

Since that day, I'd always wanted to find an opportunity to confess my love to my mother, to tell her that we had a relationship beyond mother and son. However, her pregnancy made me change my mind.

A little over a month later, my mother started experiencing morning sickness and felt nauseous constantly. Later, my father and I accompanied her to the hospital for a checkup, and it turned out she was indeed pregnant. Although my father had undergone tubal ligation after my sister and me were born, the doctor said that tubal ligation isn't 100% safe and it wasn't surprising.

But I kept thinking, "Could my mother be carrying my child?" After my father and mother left the examination room, I overheard a nurse asking the doctor, "You've had a tubal ligation for fifteen years, and haven't given birth in fifteen years. Is it possible that you're pregnant now?

" The doctor thought for a moment and said, "...This...is indeed quite rare. I also find it strange." So, my mother was indeed carrying my child; I had gotten my mother pregnant! Seeing my mother go from frequent morning sickness in the early stages of pregnancy to her belly growing bigger day by day, I felt a great sense of pride and accomplishment. My

mother was carrying a new life again; it had been fifteen years since she last gave birth to me. During my mother's pregnancy, I accompanied her to choose baby supplies and often stayed by her side, listening to her perform prenatal education for the unborn child.

This year, my mother gave birth to a daughter. From pregnancy to breastfeeding, over the past year, watching my mother's tender care for her child, while my Oedipus complex hasn't completely dissipated, at least my mind is no longer filled with lustful thoughts.

If I truly love my mother, I won't let her know what happened that evening; this secret will remain in my heart.

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