Incest Essays by: Lone Wolf

Author: Lone Wolf

I think no nickname suits me better than "pervert." I started
masturbating . You might think this is just a fantasy, but it's not. If you're still developing in your womb
and constantly being hit by a penis, and you're powerless to resist, then naturally, you
'll only be to vent your anger with your own penis.

After I was born, like all babies—the first thing I did after leaving my mother's body was to find
a woman's nipple. I used this method to retaliate against my lustful father. I took what originally
belonged to him. But he was helpless.

An eyewitness at the time said, "My birth only proves one thing—humans definitely
evolved , and this is perfectly embodied in me. I have an astonishing amount of hair,
densely covering my entire body, especially my head hair, which is black and thick, almost longer than my body. According to traditional Chinese
beliefs, a man with long, shiny black hair is either a rogue or an artist
. I was fortunate enough to possess both of these 'elegant' titles.

Gradually, from age 1 to 7, my consciousness began to mature exponentially.

I began to deeply understand my family, and I discovered that compared to other families, ours was more like an
American family. Although we were only..." We lived in a poor little mountain village, but a sense of democracy and freedom
always permeated our lives. This manifested in the fact that people
addressed each other freely, regardless of gender, age, social status, or social standing.

For example, my grandmother called me "little puppy," my father called my grandmother "old hag," and my mother called my father
"a thousand cuts" during the day, but changed her name to "beast" at night.

I always wondered why my mother called my father that, since he didn't
resemble . Later, when I was woken up by the urge to urinate a few times at night, I
began to understand.

Several times in the morning, I was woken up by the urge to urinate, and when I got out of bed to relieve myself, I
heard strange noises coming from my parents' room. At first, I didn't understand... The link provided (href=http://www.687bo.com target=_blank class=infotextkey>性谝猓罄刺亩嗔耍睦?br /> was quite strange. Finally, one day, I secretly lifted the curtain to see what they were doing.

After lifting the curtain, the first thing I saw was two naked bodies. They were covered in sweat.

However, their lower bodies were tightly connected. Mom was kneeling on the kang (a heated brick bed), her breasts swaying
incessantly. She kept muttering, "You old beast, aren't you done yet? All you do all day is this,
at night and in the morning, I don't know where you get so much energy." Dad didn't say anything, just knelt behind her
, his body still thrusting. He kept moaning.

I understood why Mom called Dad a beast, because the big spotted dog in the yard and
the female dog mated in the same position, quite similar to Dad's position. And
when , some white stuff would leak out onto the mother's buttocks.

Later, when I experienced this sensation, I understood that my father's calf-like madness
belonged to the description in that famous poem—"Heaven has endowed me with talents, which must be put to use; though a thousand 'essences' are scattered, they will return.

" Thus, I spent my childhood watching my parents' lovemaking. That year, my father was 30
years old. He had his own offspring—that is, I, who would continue to own that legal land. This land
was beautiful but not very fertile. He worked tirelessly, day and night,
year- . But extensive planting inevitably yields meager harvests; no matter how hard my father worked, he couldn't produce a younger brother
or sister.

Finally, it was time for me to start elementary school. Because my family was relatively wealthy in the village,
my father sent me to elementary school in the county town. The village chief's son—Li Ming—went with me. That
was his formal name, but I never called him that. Just as he never called me by my formal name. He only called
me Monkey, simply because my fur was quite thick and resembled some legendary animal. But I also
called him Ah Huang, because his hair was somewhat yellowish. Also, many dogs in the village
were called that too.

He was someone I never won at marbles. Yet, this slow-witted
guy actually more popular with the teachers in the county town than I was. I knew that someone like me, who only knew how to fight and
lift girls' skirts all day, could never be favored by the teachers. But I still couldn't stand that Ah Huang was more
popular than me. He even joined the Young Pioneers before me. So later I always thought that the bright red thing around my neck
was only useful for wiping my nose.

Xiao Lan was my first female friend, or rather, the object of my threats.

Simply because she was the cutest in the class, at least that's what I thought. By
the standards of our time, a girl with two long, black braids, big eyes, and double eyelids was
practically a national beauty. So I used my fists to forcefully switch seats with a bespectacled, pretentious jerk
when .

I don't know if this seat change was lucky or unlucky for Xiaolan. Although she was no longer
harassed by other boys, she was constantly harassed by me. I was always curious about what my parents did at night.

I always wanted to try it with Xiaolan.

After being rejected by Xiaolan for the ten thousandth time, on the ten thousand and first time, I finally succeeded. Xiaolan took
off her pants. I carefully looked at her genitals to see what was different from mine. Her undeveloped naked body
didn't attract me much. Later, I simply took off my own to make a detailed comparison. After comparing
for a long time, I couldn't see any difference except that she had a hole and I didn't.

I then forced her to kneel in front of me and moved back and forth from behind like my parents.
But I didn't feel that strange feeling.
Not even when I forced Xiaolan to call me an animal like my mother did. However, many years later, I hated my slow development. It caused me to lose the feat of
losing .

As I grew older, I learned more. I heard gossip about relationships between men and women from the village
aunts and uncles. I understood it was a shameful thing. Although I was
disgusted by these rumors, I restrained myself for the sake of my honorable image.

Until I graduated from elementary school, I simply couldn't continue. I'd rather talk to our big dog than
face my homeroom teacher's wrinkled old face. Even after a beating from my father, I
didn't yield. Perhaps I was born to be a slut. I've always been
unyielding .

My father eventually gave up and let me idle at home. By then, my father had
his own small company. He simply moved our whole family to the county town. When I left, Ah Huang came to see me off,
looking somewhat reluctant. But I knew he was thinking about my pile of colorful marbles.

I asked him to let me blow my nose with his red scarf first. Although he was very reluctant, he still agreed. That was
the most satisfying time I'd ever blew my nose in my life. I didn't return the red scarf to him until my nose was completely red.
But I still didn't give him my marbles. I threw them all into the paddy field, letting Ah Huang find them one
by one . Because I knew there were a lot of leeches in that paddy field.

After arriving in the county town, I wandered around at home for another six months. These six months were the happiest time of my life. I

could sleep until noon every day, and just that made me feel like the most carefree
kid in the world.

Actually, my life was quite regular. At least that's what I thought. Every day after getting up,
I would eat a few bites of food, then go to the yard outside and chat with some kids who collected scraps. If we encountered someone
rude , if they were older than me, I would curse them and
leave; if they were younger, I would give them a good beating without mercy. So I felt that my body got plenty of exercise. This was much better than those idiots who spend a fortune on
those crappy gyms and work out haphazardly.

Unfortunately, my carefree life didn't last long; my dad started pressuring me to go back to school again.
This time, I resisted even more fiercely, but ultimately, I failed. The reason was simple:
if didn't go to school, I'd have to work at my dad's small company.
School was better; at least there were people my age, and I could bully them at will. But at the company,
it was all adults, and I probably couldn't beat any of them. This was a place that would absolutely drive me crazy with frustration.

The school I attended only had a few hundred students, and it was supposedly the worst school in the county.
My dad's influence was limited; keeping me in school was already beyond his capabilities, so
he had no choice but to accept this school.

This school was quite a miracle. Ten years later, almost half of the notorious thugs
and prostitutes in the county were products of this school. When I first arrived, I was assigned to the last
row of the classroom. Looking out, all I could see were a sea of black heads. I had to
stand to barely see the blackboard. Actually, I didn't really care whether I could see the blackboard or not. That dark, blurry
thing held absolutely no appeal for me.

I spent my entire elementary school years staring at everyone's heads. But the fact that someone like me
could successfully get into middle school truly made my semi-literate father beam with joy. Several times
I wanted to tell him that in middle school, the whole class got in, even if my combined scores in four subjects weren't even four points
. But seeing how happy he was, I couldn't bring myself to dampen his enthusiasm. In that
respect , I'm quite filial, aren't I?

After entering middle school, my height and physique grew like a balloon being inflated. With physical
development, my thoughts also began to stir. I slowly started to develop an interest in girls' bodies.
I didn't act like I did with Xiaolan in elementary school. Girls weren't interested in me. Actually, every time I looked in the mirror, I felt I was quite handsome, so why couldn't I get
girls' attention? This question still remains unanswered. Unable to

find the answer in girls, I turned to my parents. Unfortunately, since the whole family moved to
the county town , my dad seemed increasingly busy, and my mom rarely cursed him anymore.

But my libido didn't vanish because of their temporary cessation. Instead, it intensified
.

Until one night, in the middle of the night, I went to the bathroom and found my mom wearing pajamas. She
wasn't particularly attractive, but she was scantily clad, and I was in the midst of a sexually stimulating adolescence. However,
I dare swear to Chairman Mao, I never had any impure thoughts about my mother before. It's just that she was dressed
too scantily, which left me with no choice.

I remember some idiot posing as a philosopher once said that compared to beasts, men only have
two qualities worthy of respect: intelligence and kindness. In that sense, I am a "beast,"
or more profoundly, comparing myself to a beast is an insult to beasts.

Anyway, that night, I did everything a beast could do. My mother's frail body couldn't withstand my
brutal invasion. But when I first inserted my penis, I embarrassingly ejaculated prematurely.

I don't know if I inherited this indomitable spirit from my father or mother. Anyway, my first
premature ejaculation didn't stop me from trying a second time. Perhaps this spirit is a tragedy for my mother. She
was "beastly" by me again.

The second experience was perfect. Just as Lei Man said, each time you do the same thing
, it should be more perfect than the last. I perfectly possessed my mother again. I'm such a bold and
fucking shameless person that I was even calm during my first wet dream. I didn't even bother
changing my underwear; I let the heat of my virginity dry it, and wore it for a week before finally taking it off and throwing it in the washing machine.

The second time I inserted my penis into my mother's body, she had completely stopped resisting. When
a prostitute takes a client for the first time, she's shy, she's hesitant, she's uncertain, she's heartbroken. But when a prostitute...
The second time, nothing mattered anymore. "A dead pig isn't afraid of boiling water." That's what they say about
prostitutes, and it's also about my mom.

The amount of semen I ejaculated during sex with my mom was enormous; I couldn't find a suitable word to
describe it until I watched a movie called "Zhou XX" and it all became clear. In the movie
's trendy language, it was like—"It was like a torrent of water, endless and unstoppable, like the Yellow River overflowing its banks."

After that experience, my relationship with my mom became casual. I no longer relied on
her fingers to solve my personal needs. I could finally rely on my mom. I
did the earliest human actions with her anytime, anywhere. My technique was as skilled as an eighth-grade fitter.

At this point, walking around school, I saw all those clueless idiots and thought they were childish, just
little kids. Of course, I myself had been promoted to the level of a gay man.

I don't know who said the saying "extreme joy begets sorrow," but if I find out who said that, my first action
will be to smash their balls.

It was a stormy night. To be honest, whenever I start with this phrase, I
can't help but think of my composition class; this opening line has become a classic in my essays. Unfortunately
, our near-death old scholar never realized the brilliance of this phrase, a regret I'll carry for life.

That night, Dad, as usual, didn't come home, and I, as usual, went to Mom's bed. After so many times of us
being the ones to oppress and being oppressed, Mom was already used to my shamelessness. She naturally took off her clothes, and I
naturally straddled her.

Doing things in the rain is fucking awesome. My penis had barely entered Mom's hole and thrust a few times when I
roared and ejaculated. I was very dissatisfied with my performance and planned to rest for a while before continuing.

But damn it, why did the weather have to be so loud? Mom and I didn't even hear Dad
open the . How can I describe the expression on my dad's face when he saw us in bed?

Actually, women fear two types of men most—the repressed, brooding type and the beastly type. The repressed,
brooding type is disliked by other men, while the beastly type is disliked by other women. When a repressed, brooding type and a beastly type argue, the outcome is predictable
. But what if two beastly types meet? To paraphrase an old saying—when two strong forces meet, the brave one wins.

That's the ending for my dad and me. In terms of bravery, he was no match for me. In the end, my dad
protested my victory by disappearing.

I don't have much affection for my dad. Aside from the time he vented his
frustrations on my mom, he left no other deep impression on me. However, without his financial support, our
lives became very difficult. This situation only eased when I truly became successful.

Even now, I'm still unmarried. Of course, I'm not lacking in women. I
've abnormal relationship with my mom, and I don't know what the final outcome will be. But I'm already
satisfied with the beginning, aren't I?

It's all a bit chaotic and confusing. But I hope you'll work harder and produce more excellent works. Serving the vast number of people who enjoy reading! The writing is so-so, but I'll still support it. It's just too short, I hope there will be a sequel! The concept is very good, but the details are too hastily described. "If you could handle the details better, it would be a good article. This style is typical of online literature from a couple of years ago
, but I still quite like it.
Not bad, some parts are very reasonable
, like the "prostitute theory." At the beginning, I thought it would be another article comparable to "Sex Between Mother and Son,"
but I was a little disappointed later
. Fortunately, the article didn't completely kill my interest, so it's a good article.
Thank you for sharing. It's too so-so, a pale and weak paper. This is like pursuing quantity over quality. It's really well-written. "Somewhat interesting." Very dramatic. The description is very bland, but the emotions are very intense. The process was abandoned and omitted.

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