I finally slept with my mother.

My mother is 38 years old and works as a Chinese language teacher at a middle school. To everyone else, she's the epitome of a virtuous wife and loving mother—gentle, kind, always speaking 　softly
, and never arguing with anyone. Although she can be strict at school, she gives her students mostly care and love.
Since my father passed away in a car accident two years ago, she has devoted herself entirely to her work. I
don't know when it started, but my feelings for my mother have become more than just a son's affection for his mother; there's something else indescribable. After browsing
the internet for a while, I realized it was simply romantic love between a man and a woman, a man's desire for a woman. This explains
why my wandering gaze was searching for something when my mother wore a spaghetti-strap nightgown in front of me; why I was
so nervous and excited when I peeked at her while she showered. These feelings for my mother fill me with apprehension. I know incest is shameful, so what should I do? The internet is a shortcut to finding answers. I'll find all the relevant
videos and texts and store them on the computer my mother and I share at home. Gradually, I realized I wasn't the only one with
this dilemma; at least along the coast, there were many others who shared my plight.
Should I bury these feelings or confess to my mother? My mother is a traditional woman; she
would feel guilty towards my father if I were to date any other man, let alone my own son. So, over the past two years, I've tried to set her up with many men, but she's rejected them all. How
could
Some might suggest forcing herself on her, or even drugging her. But my friend, that's your mother. Do you know how much damage rape inflicts on a woman?
Forced intercourse during a period of fierce resistance will most likely result in vaginal tearing; that's just the physical injury. The emotional trauma is even
harder to heal. If this man is her only family member—her son—I can't imagine my mother enduring such a blow.
I want my mother to see me in a new light, not just as her son, but as a man she can trust!
Yes, first, I need to get her attention. From the day I made that decision, I began my actions. I borrowed some gym equipment from a friend and started intentionally showing off my muscular physique to
my mother . At 17, 181cm and 80kg, I was already a strong young man, shirtless and wearing tight shorts.
But my mother didn't seem to react at all, only telling me to be careful not to overexert myself.
No, the problem lies in her perception. My mother couldn't possibly have any feelings for me. I need to shock her. In the past, I would clear my browsing history and Temp files after browsing
the internet to avoid my mother finding out. Now I wanted to deliberately let her see it... and sure enough, she reacted. One evening after dinner
, my mother said to me, "Xiaohui, I want to talk to you about something."
This was my mother's usual conversational style of education.
"Xiaohui, yesterday I saw some websites you were looking at on the computer. I think the content is inappropriate for you."
I looked up and stared directly at my mother. "I don't think satisfying people's primal desires is inappropriate."
My mother was startled. These words, which sounded like those of a troubled teenager, actually came from her son, who had always been an excellent student. After the initial embarrassment, Mom regained
her composure: "Yes, Xiaohui, you've grown up, but you can't go astray. Look at what's on this site—rape, adultery, incest. Is this acceptable?"
"I don't think incest is unacceptable, if they truly love each other."
"Shut up! What nonsense are you spouting, Xiaohui!" Mom was completely unprepared for these words and didn't know how to respond. "This violates basic human
morality. In short, you're not allowed to visit these kinds of shady websites anymore!"
I continued to stare at Mom, my silence a form of protest.
For a long time afterward, Mom and I barely spoke. Mom was embarrassed because after that conversation, I not only didn't obey, but became even more
reckless , often deliberately leaving pages with explicit content open for Mom to see, and even openly displaying DVDs of mother-son incest that I'd bought. My mother
's gaze grew increasingly melancholic, as if saying, "Xiaohui, you've really disappointed me."
I could only answer in my heart, "No, Mom, I will make you happy again."
Before I knew it, Valentine's Day arrived. I had never thought this day had anything to do with my mother and me before, but now I thought, this is an opportunity. On Valentine's Day, I
pre-ordered flowers from the florist, having them delivered in three batches.
That evening, I went home early to prepare dinner and some red wine, just waiting for everything to go according to plan.
My mother came home from work at 6 pm and, seeing that I had prepared the meal, praised me for being considerate. I said meaningfully, "I will care for you for the rest of my life
."
The red carnations at 6 pm, the red tulips at 7 pm, and the 30 red roses at 8 pm truly left my mother unsure how to react. However, from
the complex eyes, I could see that she understood the meaning of the flowers: the red carnations represented her passionate love for her, wishing her eternal youth and beauty; the red tulips were
a formal declaration of love; and the 30 red roses were a formal confession: Please accept my love.
After taking a shower, I went to my mother's room. The room was dark. I crawled under the covers and hugged my mother tightly from behind. She
trembled ; it seemed she still couldn't accept her son's love.
"Don't treat me like your son, I'm just a man who loves you."
I turned her body and sealed her lips with mine. Her stiff body and clenched teeth were still resisting. I needed to arouse her long-dormant
desire. One hand gently stroked her back, the other wandered over her breasts, like revisiting a familiar place. Everything was so familiar.
My mother tried to suppress her moans but let out soft gasps, her body relaxing. When my hand moved from her breasts to the depths of her pubic hair, I noticed
a nectar seeping out. "Mom, you've finally surrendered to your son."
I lifted her buttocks and gently parted her slightly tangled pubic hair. No one had been here for two years. Nectar continued to flow, but my mother still bit
her lips, making a final psychological resistance. I knew she might give up at any moment; I had to hurry and move on to our final destination.
I leaned down, my tongue gently touching my mother's clitoris. A series of slight throbbing sensations followed, then a torrent of vaginal fluid gushed out. It was time
. I pulled down my shorts; my swollen penis was already poised to strike. I parted her full labia and slowly inserted myself. "Ah!" A soft cry escaped her lips, a mixture of surprise and
anticipation.
I began to thrust repeatedly, and my mother began to move her lower body to meet my thrusts. But she still couldn't fully open up in front of her son. Once, twice,
three times… we climaxed repeatedly, our bodies completely intertwined. Finally, exhausted, my mother fell asleep in my arms.
What happened next? Marriage, children—none of those foolish plots from erotic novels happened. I simply loved my mother even more and gave her more care and
attention.
The End.

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