A Mother's Account of Incest

Actually, I'm a rather traditional woman. I usually dress very simply and conservatively. The reason I ended up having incestuous sex with my own son is all my husband's fault. It was his indifferent attitude that emboldened our son to dare to sleep with his mother; it also meant that I didn't bear much psychological burden after being raped by him. However, it's unrealistic to say I had no psychological burden at all, since I was having sex with my own son! So every time my son penetrated me, I would inexplicably feel depressed, sometimes even doubting my own sanity. To be honest, I've secretly resolved to end this abnormal mother-son relationship with my son, but when he comes at me, I can't bring myself to refuse him. I think deep down, I actually crave incestuous sex with my son, but I've never dared to admit it or face it. To maintain my image as a mother in front of my son, I can only bury my head in the sand like an ostrich. At night, it's easy; I just have to pretend to be asleep. During the day, I have to pretend to do this and that. Sometimes I even find it quite ridiculous. My son is clearly pulling down my pants and using his erect penis to find my vagina, but I have to pretend to be nonchalant and keep wiping a perfectly clean piece of furniture over and over. What's even more ridiculous is that while doing these things, I have to stick my butt out or spread my legs to make it easier for my son to fuck me. So, whenever my husband is away from home, this absurd and ridiculous farce often unfolds in our house: I'm watching TV or knitting, when suddenly I see my son walking towards me naked. So I get up and go to the kitchen to wash the dishes. While I'm washing the dishes, my son comes up behind me and calmly pulls off my pants, sometimes even stripping me completely naked. And I, as if nothing happened, continue washing my dishes (which are actually very clean and don't need washing). I even bend down, squatting slightly (because my son is shorter than me), letting him thrust his penis against my vulva from behind. Sometimes I even proactively reach down and press his glans against my vaginal opening to help him find the right spot. Everyone knows that squatting while washing dishes is very tiring, but I deliberately choose to suffer, just to make it easier for my son to fuck me from behind. Fortunately, my son is quite obedient and always cooperates with my performance. We tacitly carried on this incestuous act between mother and son every day, yet outwardly pretended nothing was happening. We'd only indulge ourselves occasionally in moments of intense passion, but most of the time, after intercourse, we'd go back to our own lives. I remember one evening, my husband went out to play cards after dinner. No sooner had he left than my son came up to me, trying to... well, you know. I said, "You haven't done your homework yet." He replied, "Mom, how am I supposed to do my homework if you don't sharpen my pen refills?" I naturally understood what he meant by sharpening pen refills, so I let him pull down my pants. It was prime time for a TV drama, and I, naked from the waist down, switched the TV to a drama channel, saying, "Don't bother me while I'm watching TV, okay?" My son grunted in agreement, plopped down on the sofa, and then...He pulled me onto his penis. With my own son's penis inside me, I had no interest in watching TV. But I had to maintain appearances. I deliberately chatted with him about the plot while my hips moved up and down, stroking his erect penis. For some reason, my orgasm came very quickly that day; I ejaculated before even finishing an episode. Afterwards, I felt weak all over and couldn't even sit up. I said, "Mom's a little tired and wants to rest. Go turn off the TV so it doesn't disturb your homework." My son was considerate; he reluctantly pulled out his still-erect penis and said, "Mom, no need to turn off the TV, just turn the volume down." Then he put on his clothes and sat down at the dining table to do his homework. About an hour later, he finished. After tidying up his stationery, my son started taking off his clothes. I misunderstood for a moment, thinking he wasn't satisfied yet and wanted to fuck me again, so I went to the kitchen to wash the dishes as usual. A little while later, my son came in. He quickly pulled down my pants, first touching my vulva with his hand, and said, "Mom, let your son help you, okay?" I blushed and shook my head, then felt my vagina tighten as a thick, hard penis thrust inside. Although I had just experienced an orgasm not long ago, it still felt pretty good. My son hugged my waist tightly from behind, thrusting his lower body forcefully. Because of the height difference, his penis couldn't penetrate fully, so I squatted down slightly and stuck my butt out as much as possible to allow his penis to penetrate deeper. My son thrust his lower body rapidly, his large penis, which had emerged from my vagina, sometimes only had half its glans inside, and sometimes it was fully inserted. The movement reminded me of a male and female dog mating. I suddenly felt shy, so I made small talk by asking my son about his recent studies. He answered my questions half-heartedly, while his penis vigorously thrust into my vagina, and he even used one hand to touch my clitoris. I only asked him two or three questions before I couldn't hold back any longer, moaning "Oh... Ah..." repeatedly. This time, my son ejaculated quickly, quite a lot. After he finished, he didn't pull out, but continued to hug me from behind, saying, "Mom, you're so good to me. I thought I'd have to masturbate today!" I said, "Look at you, so impatient. You just finished your homework and you're already taking off your clothes. What can I do?" My son chuckled and said, "Mom, I was just getting ready to take a shower!" Only then did I realize that he had been taking off his clothes to go to the bathroom to shower. My face flushed red, and to cover my embarrassment, I quickly replied, "Then why don't you go take a shower!" My son said, "Mom, let's shower together." I said, "No, your dad's coming back soon." He said, "No, there's still more than an hour!" I knew my husband wouldn't stop playing mahjong until midnight, so I acquiesced. So my son didn't even pull his penis out, and just held me like two conjoined twins as we went to the bathroom to shower and continue having sex. Having sex in the shower is really a unique experience, but because of our mother-son relationship, I didn't want him to be too unrestrained in front of me, so we didn't talk much during sex, only about topics related to my son's studies. My son ejaculated inside me again. But because we were showering, I didn't have to squat down as usual; instead, I stood in front of my son, letting him insert his fingers into my vagina to clean my genitals. My son and I maintained this incestuous sexual relationship without speaking out for over a year. Because we were both in love, things progressed smoothly. Perhaps due to my role as a mother, in my memory, almost every sexual encounter between us was initiated by my son; I, as the mother, was merely passively receiving. I never initiated sex with him, nor did I ever perform oral sex on him. Have you noticed that I've rambled on so much but rarely mentioned my sex life with my husband? Actually, my husband has a very high sex drive, almost every two days, and each time it lasts for ten to twenty minutes. So, from a sexual perspective, I don't have a problem with not being sexually satisfied. However, my husband is very domineering. In his eyes, I'm just a woman for him to vent his desires, not much different from an inflatable doll. In all these years of marriage, there has been almost no emotional communication between us. He never considers my feelings, whether I'm willing or not, whether I've reached orgasm or not; he only cares about himself. So I always passively accepted it, and I thought that's just how sex between men and women is. This kind of thinking may have also affected my sexual intercourse with my son, to the point that I rarely expressed my personal feelings and needs in front of him. For a while, I even thought it was unimaginable to actively seek love from my own son. But my son is different from my husband. People might think I'm ridiculous, comparing things like sex, and comparing my son and husband in particular. Sigh! Anyway, things are already like this, what else can I hide? To be frank, before I had sex with my son, I always thought I hated sex. Since having sex with my son, I've gone from passively accepting it to looking forward to it; I've started to feel that sex isn't something dirty or vulgar, but a very beautiful spiritual exchange and physical enjoyment. In the few years since my son and I started dating, he's developed incredibly fast. He's grown from 160cm to 175cm, and his penis is almost as big as his father's – in length and girth, but with a hardness his father can't match. However, the biggest difference between my son and his father is that he knows how to respect me. This respect isn't just verbal, but shown in many small details. For example, the foreplay before intercourse, the caresses after orgasm, and when I don't want to, he suppresses his desire instead of simply using me as an outlet. It's these heartwarming actions that make me feel my son's deep love, making me willing to bear the stigma of incest rather than betray him. Memories are always so painful! I don't know why I've rambled on like this. I'm very grateful that you've all listened so patiently to my story. Please forgive me if it's too disjointed, as there are so many trivial things that have happened between my son and me over the years, and sometimes I can't even tell which things came first and which came last. I remember once I did a good deed, and my son didn't bother me for several days. On the third day, I was almost clean, but my son didn't know. That evening, after dinner, my husband went out to play cards again, and my son sat alone on the sofa watching TV. I don't know what happened, but suddenly I felt very itchy inside, wanting my son to come and have sex with me, but I was too shy to say it. I cleared the dishes from the table and deliberately said to my son, "Mom's going to wash the dishes!" Unlike usual, my son didn't follow me into the kitchen but instead sat down at the table and started doing his homework. While washing the dishes, I called my son to help twice: once to roll up my sleeves and the other time to get me the dish soap. That day, I don't know what was wrong with my son, he just wouldn't understand. I came out of the kitchen after washing the dishes, feeling incredibly annoyed with him, but with nowhere to vent my frustration. I absentmindedly watched TV for a while, then suddenly a brilliant idea struck me—I'd pretend to change clothes in front of him. I stripped naked from the waist down and then casually asked my son, "Where's the pair of underwear I left here?" My son's eyes gleamed as he stared at my lower body, then said, "Mom, you'll have to take them off again in the shower anyway, so don't wear them." With that, he got up from the sofa and came over. I knew my plan had worked, so I deliberately turned around, pretending to look for my underwear. My son understood and came up behind me. He gently patted my bottom, then squatted down behind me and spread my buttocks apart, looking inside. I said, "What are you looking at?" My son chuckled and said, "Mom, I'm checking if you've finished your 'good deed' yet." I said, "Whether I've finished or not is none of your business!" My son said, "It's not my business, but it's my business!" Saying that, he pulled down his pants and brought his already erect penis to my crotch. I said, "You brat, go do your homework." Although I said that, I obediently bent over and let him thrust his penis in. While my son was fucking me, he said, "Mom, after I hand in your homework, I'll do the homework the teacher assigned." I said, "I didn't assign any homework." My son thrust into me hard and said, "Isn't this the homework Mom assigned to her son?" I said "Oh," and said, "You, you're just not serious." Actually, he wasn't the only one who wasn't serious.That day, I, as his mother, was deliberately seducing him. But my son didn't expose me; instead, he tried his best to satisfy me with his penis. My orgasm came very quickly that day; probably in less than ten minutes, my legs were weak from being fucked by my son. My son asked me what was wrong with him, and I was too embarrassed to say that I had an orgasm, so I said I was a little tired and wanted to rest. My son was quite considerate. He quickly pulled his large penis out of my vagina and said, "Mom, let me help you go inside and sleep for a while!" I said, "What about you?" My son chuckled, shaking his penis, which was covered in my vaginal fluid, and said, "It's okay, I can just feed it again tonight." I was suddenly very touched, and on impulse, I said, "Little Rascal (my son's nickname), sit on the sofa, and I'll help you get it out with my mouth." My son looked at me with shining eyes and said, "Really?" I said, "Just this once." My son said, "Then I'll go wash up first." I said, "No need, just wipe it with your underwear." So, my son wiped the fluid off his penis with his underwear and sat down on the sofa. As for me, I knelt naked in front of my own son, opened my mouth, and took the large penis that had come out of my vagina into my mouth. This was my first time giving a man oral sex. I imitated what the women in porn movies did, licking my son's penis with my tongue and sucking on his glans. My son looked down at me, looking very satisfied. The whole oral sex session probably only lasted about five or six minutes. I only asked him once, "Does this feel good?" My son didn't say much, just nodded and said, "Yes." To my surprise, I also felt pleasure while giving my son oral sex. I quickly felt aroused again, and a stream of vaginal fluid flowed from my vagina, wetting the floor beneath me. So I softly said, "Mom's mouth is a little sore." After saying that, I got up and straddled him, taking his penis into my vagina and beginning our second round of lovemaking. It was the first time I had sex with my son like this, sitting face-to-face on his penis, so I was inevitably a little shy. I buried my head in my son's shoulder, afraid to look at him. He didn't speak, just gently held me. Just as I was about to have another climax, he suddenly stood up, supporting my buttocks with both hands, and thrusting into me with each rise and fall. This time, we both reached orgasm almost simultaneously. As he screamed and ejaculated deep into my vagina, I wrapped my legs tightly around his waist, my lower body thrusting forward with arousal, like a mother animal being nursed by her son, suckling his essence with my lower mouth. Now, recalling these little things, it's truly both sweet and bitter. Sigh, sometimes I think: if we weren't mother and son, that would be better! Then I wouldn't have to carry so much emotional burden. But then I think: if he weren't my biological son, would I still be so willing to let him fuck me? No! Probably not!! Of course not!!! For over two years, my son and I maintained this tacitly understood, superficially normal but actually illicit mother-son relationship, until early last year when the plot took a new turn. On New Year's Eve last year, my husband, unusually, didn't go out to play cards; the whole family sat together on the sofa in the living room watching the Spring Festival Gala. This was truly rare 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 in our house, and 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 good enough." Our son actually took off his pants. His penis was naturally not 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 his son's penis was almost as big as his own. He paused for a moment, then said, "You little bastard, no wonder you're so fascinated! You're acting like an adult. I just don't know if you're any good." "Good," my son said, kneeling on the bed with his erect penis. "Alright, then you come up here and try fucking your mother's cunt." My husband seemed genuinely going to let his 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 woman, shut your stinking mouth! I said it's okay, so it's okay." After saying that, he gestured for his son to come up and fuck me. My son, perhaps noticing my pale face, hesitated for a moment. My husband then pulled him onto me, saying, "You little bastard, didn't you say you wanted to fuck your mother? I don't care what 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 deeply with shame. Although my son had fucked me many times before, this was the first time he had spread my legs open like this, especially since I had just finished having sex with my husband, and his semen was still flowing from my vagina! I don't know if my son was faking it or if he was genuinely scared, but he poked at me several times without penetrating. My husband, watching impatiently, yelled, "Damn it, 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 couldn't help but let out a soft "Ah!" My husband slapped my buttocks and cursed, "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 knelt 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 the most fun with a woman." 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 asked again, "Why does Dad go to sleep after ejaculating? Is it because ejaculating is tiring?" The husband said, "A man's penis goes soft after ejaculating, what else can he do if he doesn't sleep?" The son said, "Oh, is that so! Then I won't ejaculate. I'll keep fucking Mom like this!" The husband chuckled, "Silly boy, men fuck women for that one ejaculation, understand?" The son asked, "Why?" My husband said, "Because the moment of ejaculation is the most pleasurable, you idiot. Besides, if I didn't ejaculate while fucking your mother, how would you have been born?" My son asked, "Then if I ejaculated inside Mom's cunt, would she give birth to a son for me too?" My husband glared at me and cursed, "You little bastard! Trying to rebel against me? Dream on. After I gave birth to you, I put an IUD in your mother. No matter how much you ejaculate inside her, she can't get pregnant!" My son: "..." You might think this is absurd, something I made up; but that's how it happened. 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 freak; some of his thoughts are different from others. We've been married for so many years, but I still don't understand him. Enough rambling, let's get back to the point! My son was fucking me hard in front of his dad, using the very penis I'd given him. 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 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, I always had to sneak around when I had sex with my son, 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 having sex with him secretly. I started to let loose and began trying the woman-on-top position, actively stroking my own son's penis. Since that 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 along 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 hard, like a drill that pierced right through Mom's pussy, how could Mom not get wet?" My son then asked me, "Mom, has Dad fucked you like this before?" I said, "No." My son said, "Really?" As I stroked my son's penis, I said, "Your dad only knows one position, it's so boring!" Hearing this, my son said, "Mom, I want to fuck you in many different positions, will you teach me?" My face flushed, and I said, "You little rascal, you're better than me, you don't need me to teach you!" My son said, "Mom, tell me how good I am?" I was speechless for a moment, "You—" I wanted to say, "Every time you fuck me, I feel so good!" But I couldn't say it. What I couldn't say, my son said, "Mom, don't I always fuck you really well?" I scolded, "You still dare to say that!" That night, my son and I had a lot of fun and enjoyed ourselves. I was so happy that I no longer had to be afraid that my husband would suddenly wake 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 is fucking your woman!" My son and I tried various positions, his young and strong penis making 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, his legs tightly wrapped around my slender waist, 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?" He said, "Mom is Buddha, even the mighty Monkey King can't escape Buddha's palm." I chuckled at his words and said, "Mom isn't Buddha, at most Guanyin." He 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 myself up, about to get off him, when I saw a lot of milky white semen flowing from my vagina, splashing right onto my son's penis. I blushed with shame 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, adjusting his position as he fucked me, saying, "Goddess Guanyin, watch how Sun Wukong wields his Ruyi Jingu Bang to wreak havoc in the Dragon Palace of the East Sea!" I was going to scold him, because such continuous intercourse wouldn't be good 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?" My son chuckled and said, "Mom, don't underestimate my meat stick. It can grow big or small, it's been through countless battles, it can subdue all kinds of demons, from the White Bone Demon to the Spider Demon. Oh, right, Mom, what kind of demon am I?""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. I, Sun Wukong, don't strike nameless ghosts with my staff. Mom, tell me what kind of demon you are!' As he spoke, he thrust his lower body forcefully, his big penis hitting my G-spot, making my whole body go limp. I couldn't help but let out a moan, saying, 'You little rascal, you're going to kill me!' Young people are different. My son's penis seemed to have magic power, and he quickly regained his strength. He rode on top of me and fucked me hard until my muscles were weak and my juices flowed freely. How could I bear to let him go? I involuntarily raised my legs and tightly clamped them around him, my lower body thrusting to meet my son's fucking. Mother and son began the second round of physical battle. That night, I don't remember how many times my son's penis ejaculated inside my vagina, nor do I remember how many orgasms I had. Anyway, after the intercourse, my vagina was full of my own son's semen." The climax exhausted me completely; I didn't even have the strength to get up and wash myself. I just left my son's semen inside the vagina and uterus where I gave birth to him, and the two of us clung tightly to each other 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 sheet was soaked with my semen. My face flushed, and I quickly urged my son to get up so I could change the sheets. 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 sheets are all wet." He paused, then said, "So what if they're wet? We can't change them 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 sheets. But when I woke up the next morning, the sheets were indeed soaked again, just as my husband had said. We only had two sheets, and if I washed them again, I wouldn't have any to change, so I had to use a hairdryer. My husband saw it but didn't say anything; I was the one doing all this anyway, and he couldn't be bothered. From then on, my sex life with my son went from being clandestine to being public. At first, I was a little uncomfortable, 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 entered the room, he would see the two of us, naked and entangled together, my son's penis thrusting rapidly in and out of his wife's vagina. Most of the time, my husband wouldn't say anything, at most he'd just watch from the side and then walk away. Occasionally, he'd say something sarcastic: "You slut, you like fucking your son so much!" "Is your son's dick any good? Look at you, you're so horny, let your son fuck you to death!" Or he'd 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. Doesn't a son fucking his wife also mean being cuckolded? During that time, one thing that embarrassed me the most was how to deal with the semen my husband and son ejaculated inside me. Actually, my husband's was easy to handle, it would flow out quickly; but because my son ejaculated a large amount each time, and the force of his ejaculation was very strong, some of the semen went directly into my uterus and couldn't flow out for a while, even if I tried to dig it out with my hand. Sometimes, after sex the night before, the semen would leak out the next day after I went out. At least it would wet 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 cheap 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, why are you using this?" I said, "These days, you and our son ejaculate inside me every day, and sometimes it leaks out when we're out, it's quite embarrassing." My husband immediately got angry 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 strong and plentiful, so I made up an explanation: "Maybe it's because of my age..." "You're older now, your vagina is looser than when you were younger, that's why." My husband didn't think much of it and said, "I don't even have money for alcohol, and you, on the other hand, have money to use this rubbish 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'll be fine!" 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 would fall 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, and 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, leaving the other boy with a bruised and swollen face. His homeroom teacher called home, asking us to come to the school. My son's father naturally refused, so I had to go myself. When I got home, I scolded my son, but he just grinned and seemed completely unconcerned. I was furious. Just then, my husband came home from get off work, and I told him about our son's fight. He 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 mercilessly. Seeing how angry I was, my son knew I was genuinely upset and didn't dare talk back. I ignored him for three days afterward. On the fourth day, my son came to apologize, begging and pleading. My anger had already subsided, so I said, "If you misbehave again, see how I deal with you." He chuckled and reached to take off my clothes. It was shortly after dinner, and my husband hadn't left yet, so I gave my son a wink. As soon as my husband left, my son eagerly stripped me naked. He pinned me to the sofa, forcefully spreading my legs to reveal my hairy genitals, then grabbed his thick, hard penis and slapped it against my vulva, 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 don'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 cunt was dripping wet, 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. And, to be honest, just now my son had sex with me, and his semen is still inside me. 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 receiving his semen in my uterus. Just thinking about my own son's semen flowing inside my vagina made me feel like I possessed him, and I strongly felt 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 strip my son gave me to plug my vagina.I want my son's semen to remain inside me. When I'm alone, I quietly savor the sensation, as if I can 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 intoxicating fullness. 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 looking at 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 trimmed some of my pubic hair with scissors, afraid my husband would scold me, and I didn't dare trim too much at once. After repeated trimming, my 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 separate like flower petals, revealing my pink and tender vaginal opening. My husband was completely oblivious to these changes, which shows he had never paid attention to the appearance of my vulva; my son, however, was different. He noticed these changes in my vulva at a glance and even leered at me, asking me to open my legs as wide as possible so he could take a lewd picture of my slightly open vaginal opening. To be honest, I really liked the way my son looked at my vulva with lewd eyes. Whenever he looked at me like that, I felt particularly aroused, and my vaginal fluid would flow uncontrollably. I also enjoy watching his semen flow from my vagina after he ejaculates inside me. It fills me with a sense of pride. I can't help but think that this semen came from my own son's vas deferens, and if I wanted to (remove the IUD), I could have a child for him. Even though it's immoral, I just want to be my son's woman! Alas! I know that in the eyes of the world, incest between mother and son is a despicable and sinful act! And I believe in karma. But what can I do? As a mother, since I couldn't stop this sin from happening, let me bear all the consequences! If there is guilt, let all the blame fall on me! I am willing to bear all the consequences of incest. If there is retribution, let all the retribution fall on the head of this promiscuous mother! Alas! I don't want to be seen as a bad mother by the world. Reason tells me it's time to end this. My son is still young, his life has just begun, and I can't ruin it for him. But the reality is I can't resist the temptation of his sexy, big cock. I love the feeling of my vagina being filled by his thick, hard penis, and I've fallen in love with the feeling of my uterus being filled with his 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 mind me then, I won't have the courage to let him see my wrinkled, aged vulva. Lately, I've been caught in a dilemma and in pain, unable to extricate myself. The feeling of anticipation mixed with fear, pleasure mixed with pain, is probably hard for ordinary people to understand! Of course, I know all of this is abnormal because I haven't fulfilled my duties as a wife, nor have I fulfilled my responsibilities as a mother. Now I am both an unfaithful wife and an incestuous mother, but I just like being an unfaithful wife and an incestuous mother who has sex with my own son. I can't and don't want to get rid of this unfaithful and incestuous role. What do you think I should do?

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