My mother was finally moved by my love.

My family consists of three people: my mother is 40, and I am 20.
I have been hopelessly in love with my mother
for three years now. I began to see her as a living, breathing, alluring, mature woman, not just my mother, when I was in my first year of high school. One day during PE class, the girls were practicing high jump. Our PE teacher happened to be sick, so a female teacher in her thirties from the senior year substituted. She demonstrated for the girls first, and I noticed that her well-proportioned and athletic figure, her full breasts bouncing as she ran and jumped, was incredibly attractive. Her legs were also long and white, very beautiful and sexy.
This scene left a deep impression on me, so much so that I couldn't stop thinking about it even after I got home. When my mother opened my bedroom door, I was shocked to find that she was not only more beautiful than the teacher but also more feminine. Her breasts and long legs were incredibly sexy.
From that moment on, I fell in love with my mother.
For the next few months, I was tormented by this unrequited love, unable to eat or sleep. I would often stare at my mother for hours, and when no one was home, I would take out her clothes and masturbate. My mother loves me very much, and we often have physical contact. I've been struggling to control myself, almost to the point of collapse.
Finally, I couldn't take it anymore. My father happened to be away on a business trip for a day. Driven by a crazy impulse, I went to the pharmacy and bought some sleeping pills. That night, I deliberately asked my mother to cook more dishes and bought a bottle of wine for us to drink together. I put the pills in her wine. Shortly after dinner, my mother said she was very sleepy and went to bed early. I patiently waited for half an hour, guessing that she was sound asleep, then locked the front door, turned off the lights, and went to my mother's room.
I was both terrified and excited. Desire overcame reason. I got into bed and carefully undressed my mother. I very, very carefully kissed her lips, my heart pounding, afraid that she would suddenly wake up. But she didn't wake up. I also touched my mother's breasts and thighs; this was the first time I had ever touched a woman's body. I also gently kissed her genitals and touched her vaginal opening with my tongue.
Throughout the whole process, I was both excited and terrified. I loved my mother's legs, so I kissed almost her entire lower body, especially licking her feet for a long time. Seeing that she didn't wake up even after I licked her feet, I figured she was fast asleep, so I stripped naked and pressed myself against her.
The feeling of being in full contact with her was incredibly comforting. My penis immediately touched her vaginal opening; the soft, slightly warm sensation made me almost ejaculate. I quickly lifted myself up and ejaculated onto her stomach. Perhaps due to nervousness, I felt extremely tired, and my penis wouldn't get hard again. Therefore, that night I touched my mother's body but didn't actually have sex with her.
I deeply regretted losing this opportunity, because for the next three years I never had another chance like that. My father never went on business trips again, and I didn't dare take that risk. My love for my mother grew stronger every day.
About a month ago, I went to a forum for incestuous relationships, and someone said he had slept with my mother, starting with rape, and kept encouraging me to rape her. I was swayed by him. It was a little past 5 a.m. on a Saturday. I was bursting with excitement and decided to take advantage of the fact that my dad was out hiking every Saturday morning and my mom was home alone.
It was just barely dawn. I sat in front of the computer for another hour or so until finally my dad got up. He quickly ate some milk and bread and left. Hearing him close his bedroom door, I was overwhelmed with excitement. I immediately shut down the computer and took off my clothes in my room, encouraging myself as I did so. No matter what the outcome, even if it meant death, I had to make love to my mom and have her.
I approached my mom's bedside and saw her sleeping soundly on her side. In the morning light, her profile was incredibly beautiful. I carefully and nervously climbed into bed and lay down next to her. My heart was pounding uncontrollably.
Because it was summer, my mom was only wearing a loose, somewhat see-through nightgown, and I could vaguely see that she was only wearing underwear underneath. I carefully lifted my mother's skirt, revealing her snow-white, full buttocks. I reached down and pulled her white panties down to her ankles without her noticing. Just as I was secretly relieved, my mother suddenly turned over. I was stunned, as if struck by lightning. Time seemed to stand still. I saw my mother's eyelashes tremble, tremble. Finally, my worst fear came true: my mother slowly opened her beautiful eyes.
That moment seemed to last a thousand years. Looking into my mother's familiar, beautiful eyes, I truly didn't know what to do. I felt a profound fear within me. I knew I was facing the most important decision of my life, and I truly didn't know which way to go, even though I had made up my mind beforehand. At that moment, I clearly saw a look of confusion flash in my mother's eyes, her sexy red lips slightly parted, about to utter the word "you." If I had been hesitant and uncertain before, this small movement of my mother's prompted me to make my final decision. I knew the consequences if my mother cried out. I acted quickly.
Before my mother could utter a sound, my lips sealed hers. I decisively pressed down on my mother, using my feet to spread her legs apart. My mother stared wide-eyed in shock for a full minute, then a look of terror appeared in her eyes, and she twisted her body... She flailed her arms, desperately trying to break free of my control, making muffled sounds. At that moment, I cared nothing for anything else; I only desperately wanted to merge with my mother's warm body.
The unprecedented stimulation and fear brought my desire to its peak, and I anxiously searched for an outlet.
My mother struggled more and more frantically, her breathing becoming increasingly rapid. My lips kissed her cheek, feeling two streams of salty tears flowing down her cheeks. I couldn't help but sit up, looking at my mother. Her eyes were slightly closed, and the sight of tears at the corners of her eyes filled me with both pity and love, almost making me give up. The thought of violating her crossed my mind. Just as I was struggling with this internal conflict, I suddenly felt myself enter a warm, moist new world, a feeling so comforting it made me want to cry. My mother, as if struck by lightning, stood there stunned, her eyes wide open, staring at me in disbelief, her body stiffening instantly.
Instinctively, I began to thrust. Although this was my first experience, I had already learned how to do it from books and movies. My chest overflowed with happiness and joy. At that moment, I completely forgot where I was, only knowing that I was floating in a paradise of pleasure. I was completely unable to control myself. My pleasure, in its unrestrained eruption, reached an unprecedented climax. I lay helplessly on top of my mother. She seemed too lazy to push me away, so I lay there quietly. After a while, I felt her chest heaving, then I heard a low, suppressed sob. My mother was crying.
I felt guilty and flustered, and hurriedly sat up. I saw that my mother's face was already streaked with tears. I panicked, wanting to comfort her, but I didn't know what to say, only weakly calling, "Mom, Mom."
My mother turned her face away, ignoring me, her body trembling even more violently from crying.
I really didn't know what to do; overwhelming regret welled up inside me. I felt embarrassed to find myself still on top of my mother, and feeling rather pointless, I sheepishly got off and lay down to the side.
My mother turned her body towards the inside of the bed, her shoulders shaking violently, crying silently. I reached out to gently touch her shoulder, but she turned away. I reached out again, but she dodged again. I pressed my entire body against hers, pulling her into my arms. She struggled slightly, but realizing my determination, she stopped moving.
I felt a mix of regret and pity, but I found my desire rising again; my penis was hard, pressing against her buttocks. She must have sensed my change, consciously trying to pull away. I figured since we'd already done it once, doing it again wouldn't hurt, so I turned her body around and pressed down on her again.
She panicked, clenching her fists and punching and hitting me. Ignoring her resistance and struggles, I used my legs to spread her tightly closed legs and entered her once more.
I kissed my mother haphazardly as I thrust into her. Each thrust elicited a soft moan from her, and each powerful stroke made her full, white breasts bounce. Every friction with her body filled me with intense pleasure; I felt her body growing increasingly wet, making penetration easier. Unaware of the importance of pausing before continuing, I thrust relentlessly until I reached the pinnacle of pleasure.
After my cathartic ejaculation, I was shocked to find my mother still breathing heavily, her eyes slightly closed, her mons pubis still arched upwards, trying to press closer to my body. Her face was flushed and slightly sweaty. I knelt between her legs, gazing silently at her beautiful face.
The unusual silence in the room brought her back to her senses. She opened her eyes, saw me still staring at her blankly, and, realizing her actions, felt both ashamed and remorseful. She kicked me hard. Completely unprepared, I was kicked in the chest by my mother. I cried out and fell off the bed, landing on the floor. My mother probably hadn't expected to kick me to the floor either. Seeing my pained expression, she sat up with concern, looked at me, and instinctively reached out to pull me up. Then, realizing she was still naked, and thinking about everything I had done to her and her own behavior, she gave me a resentful look, turned back and collapsed onto the pillow, burying her head deeply in it, her shoulders trembling as she silently wept.
I struggled to get up and sat on the edge of the bed, trying to comfort my mother. But the moment my hand touched her skin, she twisted her shoulders violently and said in a hoarse voice, "Go away! I don't want to see you! Go away, go away!" "
I tried several times, but Mom was still the same, so I had to go back to my room.
She stayed in her bedroom all morning. When Dad came home, he saw Mom sleeping with her head turned inwards and hadn't gotten up yet, so he asked me what was wrong. I glanced at her sideways figure and deliberately raised my voice, saying, 'Mom said she's not feeling well, her head is a little dizzy, and she asked us not to disturb her; she wants to rest more.'
My careless dad didn't notice anything unusual about Mom and me and even told me to speak more softly.
To make up for my guilt towards Mom, I cooked several of her favorite dishes that noon and brought the food to her bedside. I whispered to her, 'Mom, it's time to eat.' Seeing that she didn't respond, I whispered again, 'Mom, I'm sorry. I really love you; it's all my fault. Please eat something.' Mom still didn't respond. Then Dad urged me to eat, and to avoid arousing his suspicion, I had to say to Mom, 'Mom, I'll go out now. I'm sorry; please punish me later.'" "
After dinner, Dad spent the entire afternoon reading in his study. I kept trying to find a chance to talk to Mom, but I didn't get the chance. The only thing that comforted me was that Mom ate all her food.
When it was time to cook dinner, Dad told me he had to go to a wedding banquet that evening and asked me not to cook for him. He also specifically told me to take good care of Mom.
Dad left around 4 PM, and at 5 PM I went into Mom's room again. Mom was still lying in bed. I approached her and sat down beside her. Mom knew I was there and started sobbing silently again. I felt incredibly bored. Mom, are you still angry? Mom was still lying on her side with her face turned towards the wall, ignoring me. Mom's beautiful profile reignited my desire. Anyway, it's the same as doing it again, so I might as well go all the way. I spread Mom's legs and pounced on her. Mom seemed to sense the real disaster approaching. I don't know where she got the strength, but she pushed me away hard. Just as she was about to stand up and run away, I immediately grabbed one of her feet, and Mom fell heavily to the ground." On the bed.
Just as Mom was in despair, a pair of scissors on the bedside table caught her eye, and she quickly reached for them.
Just as I was about to pounce on her again, Mom suddenly turned around, holding the scissors to her own neck, trembling as she said, "[I...please don't continue...Mom can't take it anymore...If you keep doing this, I...I'll die...in front of you...]"
This sudden scene stunned me. I stood frozen in front of Mom, too afraid to move. "
I...I'm your mother...We can't...I hope you can understand...Don't force me..." Mom said, crying. Her body trembled, her face contorted, her eyes filled with panic. "
Mom, please don't do this. You know I love you, I'm doing this because I love you..." I was clearly much calmer than Mom. I tried to talk to her, to kill time, to distract her. "
I...no...I can't...If you...really love Mom...please stop." "...I beg you..." Mom said, shaking her head painfully.
But that casual shake of the head gave me an opening, and with lightning speed, I snatched the scissors from her hand.
Mom panicked and immediately turned to run away, but it seemed I couldn't stop her in time. "Mom..." I suddenly shouted.
Mom instinctively turned around and froze. She saw me holding the sharp side of the scissors to her wrist.
"Mom, please listen to me?" I said calmly.
The situation had turned around; faced with her beloved son's actions, Mom had no choice.
"Mom, don't you understand yet?" Mom didn't know what to say, nor dared to say anything at this moment. She just kept shaking her head and crying. "Mom, you are the woman I love most. I don't want anyone but you. I only want to be with you. If you reject me, my life has no meaning. What's the point of me living?" Tears welled up in my eyes, though I didn't know if they were real.
I... "Don't do this, you should just let Mom die." Mom said helplessly.
"Okay, you die first, I'll follow you. As long as I can be with you, I don't care if it's heaven or hell." I said passionately.
Although Mom had always appeared resolute, she lost her way when faced with her son threatening her life. She loved her son more than herself; without him, her life had no meaning. But incest was something she couldn't accept. If death could bring her son happiness, she would definitely do it without hesitation. But faced with her son's life and the heavy burden of morality, how should she choose...?
Mom collapsed to the ground, the immense pressure leaving her powerless.
I knelt before Mom. He seemed to see her hesitation and said, "Mom, I promise you, my love for you isn't just physical, it's spiritual...
Besides, we've already done it, as long as Dad doesn't know..." Mom listened, thinking, was the physical body really that important? When I married my father, I thought I had found happiness, but he only took my body. I've endured so many years to get to this point, but now my son is obsessed with my body. If I sacrificed my body, would everything be alright? Mom, I feel it's unfair how Dad treats you. He's out there having a good time, while you suffer here. Mom, I want to take Dad's place. What he can't give you, I will. He doesn't love you, but I do…” I continued rambling on.
Yes, all these years, what have I gained? Can morality bring me happiness? I have beauty and money, yet I have an unfaithful husband and an unfilial son. Why is this? Is my fate so difficult, so bitter? After a series of blows, Mom's mental state had reached the brink of collapse, and she began to go crazy. So she made a crazy decision. “
Mom, don't be so confused. Our love is enough as long as we understand it. There's no need to say anything else.” Mom suddenly interrupted me, snatched the scissors from my hand, and threw them aside.
Then it was my turn to be surprised. I stared at my mother, not knowing what was going on. My mother stood up bravely, lay down on the bed gracefully, and said, "I... didn't you want your mother?"
I hadn't even realized what was happening yet. I couldn't believe that everything was happening so fast. After hesitating for a moment, I jumped onto the bed as well.
"Mom, are you really willing?" I asked stupidly. "Stop babbling. Don't you want it?" I couldn't believe these words came from my usually gentle, beautiful, and dignified mother. I looked at her in confusion, wondering if this was still my mother. I climbed onto the bed somewhat timidly and hesitantly began to play with her large breasts. Suddenly
, my mother rolled over and pinned me beneath her, kissing my face like a hungry wolf. I was stunned by this sudden scene. I didn't react at all and didn't know what to do. What I was seeing was completely different from my plans.
My mother twisted her soft body, her large breasts rubbing against her son's body, and her snow-white, smooth thigh rubbing against my penis. There was only one question in her mind: What is happiness? Is this it?
I hugged my mother with doubt, still not understanding what was wrong with her. Why was she like this? I grabbed my mother's buttocks. "
Mom, what's wrong?" I looked at my mother, who seemed different, and couldn't help but ask. "
What, don't you like it?" my mother asked back.
No, I just...feel...ah...
Mom pinched my thigh hard. "What, you've changed your mind...not so easy." Normally, Mom would never speak or act like this, but now she had a new feeling, a feeling of control. How comfortable and exhilarating it was to have your destiny in your own hands. Saying this
, Mom sat on my head, positioning her vulva against my mouth, rubbing it wildly. Before I could prepare, my face was covered in her vaginal fluid, but I quickly found my position and began to suckle wildly at her vulva.
Mom twisted her hips, waves of unprecedented pleasure surging through her brain. So this is what it feels like to be on top of someone else. Just moments ago she was struggling to maintain her innocence,
but now she could fully enjoy the pleasure—a transformation, a crazy transformation. Poor me, although I enjoyed the pleasure of incest, I still didn't understand what was happening. The books didn't say it like this! And Mom shouldn't be like this!
"Ah...am I...comfortable?
Ugh...ugh..." My mouth was pressed against my mother's vagina, so I couldn't answer.
My mother looked back at my erect penis and wondered, "Is this okay? Isn't this going too far?" This isn't just about indulgence; it's incest. What can I gain from doing this? Just pleasure?
But isn't pleasure exactly what I need? If we're going to indulge, why not go all the way? Never mind, let's try. My mother held my penis and sat on it. The stinging pain and pleasure in her vagina rushed to her central nervous system. I felt a warm embrace, and I was intoxicated, intoxicated by my mother's tenderness and fervor, wanting only to go all the way.
My mother straddled her son, twisting her hips up and down, the long-lost pleasure overwhelming her chaotic morality.
"Mom, why...is this...?"
My mother looked at me but answered seriously, "Don't ask." Actually, my mother couldn't explain why either.
She wasn't doing it for her husband, or for her son, but only for herself, for years of silence, for countless blows; she just wanted to find a happy version of herself again… I didn't dare ask any more questions. Only then did he truly understand his mother's dignity. "
I…grab Mom's…breasts…."
"Oh." I'd wanted to touch those swaying breasts for a long time, but for some reason, I just couldn't bring myself to. Now, Mom was reminding me. "
Harder.
" "Oh." It seems I'm still afraid. Soon, Mom got tired too. She lay down to one side and said nonchalantly, "Good son…it's your turn…."
I immediately plopped down on her like a log, and Mom guided my penis into her wet vagina.
I mechanically thrust my hips, my large penis moving back and forth inside Mom's vagina.
"Oh…ah…." My mother couldn't help but moan, pleasure coursing through her veins. She forgot the weight of morality, forgot the shame of reality. At this moment, she only wanted to enjoy herself, to enjoy the pleasure of sex, to enjoy the thrill of incest. Clearly, she had successfully found herself.
Oh…I…faster…harder…..
Slowly, I also forgot everything that had just happened, lost in my mother's body. I swung my large penis to satisfy my mother, and also to satisfy my own incestuous desires.
Mom, is it good?
Stop talking…ah….
Yes, Mom.
I thrust into my mother's body with all my might. Mother and son both fell into incestuous bliss, indulging in mutual depravity. It didn't matter who was the initiator or the passive recipient; only the release of desire mattered, devoid of morality or concern… Mother and son frantically joined together. My mother gazed at me seductively, her sensual body swaying to the rhythm, her large breasts bobbing back and forth. I looked at my mother with blissful happiness, my heart overflowing with indescribable joy. Soon, my mother reached orgasm in the throes of passionate pleasure, and I, too, found satisfaction within her.
Lying on the bed, my mother savored the pleasure she hadn't felt in so many years. She believed this wouldn't be the last, nor the only time, because she felt she had changed, actively pursuing her own life.

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