The Most Romantic Incest Author: The Show-Off Little Pig

The Most Romantic Incestuous Relationship

Author: The Show-Off Little Pig
Word Count: 5000

In many people's eyes, Dad and Mom are the perfect couple. My dad is tall, smart,
and has a good business sense. He owns a company and has made a lot of money. My mom is
beautiful, with fair skin and a good figure. She is five years younger than Dad.

They were originally from the same village, and their families lived not far apart. Mom admired Dad very much.
After , she attended high school for two years, but her grades were not good, so she dropped out and went to work at Dad's company. That year, Mom was only
17 years old. That same year, Dad took Mom to Shenzhen to purchase goods. In a hotel, Dad had sex with Mom
.

Mom lost her virginity, which she had maintained for 17 years, and the evidence was a pool of bright red
blood . It is said that Mom covered her face and cried at the time, but was quickly amused by the jewelry Dad bought her, and from then on, she became
a regular in Dad's bed. Less than half a year later, Mom became pregnant and soon gave birth to me.

To avoid gossip in the village, my father married my mother and left their hometown for Beijing.
Several years passed quickly, and my mother blossomed into a beautiful woman, tall and slender with fair skin—a renowned
beauty. My father was overjoyed to have such a wife and took her everywhere. Gradually
, my mother traveled to many places and became quite worldly.

Later, my grandparents passed away one after another, and we gradually lost contact with our hometown,
never returning. We were living a happy life until tragedy struck.

One night, a friend of my father's, a business partner, insisted that he drink with him. My
father got drunk and drove home. On the way, due to the flickering streetlights and his intoxication, he accidentally
fell off an overpass and died instantly.

Hearing this devastating news was like a bolt from the blue. I was stunned; I was twelve years old that year. My mother fell
seriously . After burying my father, my mother resolutely took over his company and began managing the business. By then, I was grown up and
had a stubborn temper. Moreover, because my father was often busy with business, he rarely took care of me.

I was basically raised by my mother, so I was very attached to her and didn't want her to remarry.
Although many people introduced men to my mother at that time, I stubbornly rejected them all. My mother loved me and
often indulged me, and besides, my father had only recently passed away.

Three or four years later, I gradually understood matters between men and women. Should my mother remarry?
Actually, I was very conflicted. I loved my mother very much and wanted her to live a happier life, but I didn't want her
to associate with any other men, and I wouldn't allow any other man to touch her. I didn't want to see her enter another man's
room , and I didn't want to see her having sex with another man.

My mother was afraid I wouldn't accept it, and she wasn't old enough to be a womanizer. I'd seen her tossing and turning in bed many times, unable to sleep. I knew she longed for a man,
for his caresses, and even more so, for him to enter her body. Once, I saw her
sitting naked by the window, gazing at the dark night. I knew she longed for a man…

My mother was very capable at work, never inferior to any man, and had no shortage of excellent suitors. But I
didn't want to lose my mother. Although I loved my mother very much, I had caused her a lot of trouble. That year, I got into a fight with
other children and broke someone's arm. They insisted I pay for the medical expenses. My mother was furious, crying
and cursing, and I was filled with remorse.

They wouldn't let it go, and the argument dragged on for over six months before my mother finally paid some money to settle
the matter. During this time, my mother met a lawyer. I admit he was very handsome and accomplished; he also
fell in love with my mother, often taking her out to dinner and sometimes giving her small gifts. For some reason,
I hated him, feeling he had stolen my mother away. One night, my mother didn't come home. This was
the first time she had come home so late since my father's death.

I clearly remember it was a winter night with a crescent moon in the sky. I sat on the windowsill,
opened the window, letting the cold wind blow against me. It was late; besides the streetlights and distant neon lights,
there was only that cold, crescent moon in the sky. Later, I learned that my mother had booked a hotel room with him and had been raped by him
for most of the night.

That time must have been incredibly violent, because when he brought my mother home, it was already three in the morning.
In , that's already very late. My mother tiptoed into the house, quietly slipped into her room, and
took off clothes.

I suddenly pushed open the door, tears streaming down my face. My mother stared at me in shock. Overwhelmed with grief, I
rushed to her side and sobbed uncontrollably. I don't remember what she said to comfort me; I only
remember sleeping in her bed that night, sharing the same blanket with her.

I caressed her smooth, white body again and again, touching her pubic hair and her vagina, still wet
with semen. My mother knew I knew, and said nothing, ashamed and embarrassed, letting me touch her
again and again.

Dawn broke, but I still didn't want to get up, clinging tightly to my mother. She didn't move, still
lying naked in my arms. That night, as I was about to sleep, I stared at the blankets on the bed, feeling utterly lost, helpless
, and deeply lonely. I don't know where the courage came from, but I suddenly picked up the blankets, went into my mother's bedroom, and placed them on her
bed.

My mother was stunned. I glanced at her, then took off my clothes, crawled into bed, and covered my head to sleep
. My mother sat beside me for a long time, finally sighing, and slowly took off her clothes and crawled into her own bed. Actually,
I wasn't asleep; my mind was in turmoil. After a while, I pulled back the covers and crawled into my mother's bed again, tightly
embracing her naked body. My mother didn't struggle, obediently letting me hold her all night. From then on, I
slept in my mother's room every night, sharing the same bed with her.

I was already 16 years old then, and had grown as strong and handsome as my father. One night, I had a wet dream
. It was my first time having a wet dream, and I was very nervous and ashamed, especially since the thick semen had gotten on my mother.
On Mom's snow-white thighs. Mom didn't feel ashamed, and that night she quietly moved out of Mom's bedroom and went back to her own to sleep. In the middle of the

night, I felt someone gently stroking me. I opened my sleepy eyes and, through the cold
moonlight , saw Mom standing naked in front of my bed, looking at me with infinite love, her face covered with tears. I was
startled and sat up abruptly, asking in a trembling voice, "Mom, what's wrong?" Mom quickly wiped away her tears and said, "No,
no, nothing, I just wanted to see you." "Why don't you sleep in Mom's room?"

I stammered, unable to speak. My mother looked so beautiful in the moonlight. Her hair was as black as a waterfall,
her
skin as white as jade , her breasts high and full, and there was a thick patch of dark pubic hair. I couldn't help but reach out and embrace her neck, gently kissing her face. I said, "Mom, you're so beautiful, I love you!" My mother smiled. I
pulled back the covers and pulled her into my bed.

I asked, "Why aren't you asleep yet?" My mother said, "I don't know why, I just can't sleep, I just wanted to come
see you." After that, we didn't speak again. I gently stroked my mother's delicate skin, again and
again.

Gradually, my mother's breathing became heavy, and her body began to heat up. I knew she was becoming aroused. My hands became
more and more unrestrained, gradually reaching her vulva, parting her thick labia, and beginning to tease her clitoris.
My mother 's reaction grew stronger, her vaginal fluids increased, and she moaned and writhed continuously. I continued to tease her
clitoris, and her vaginal fluids overflowed uncontrollably.

Suddenly, my mother cried out, "Give it to me!" She grabbed my penis and shoved it into her vagina. I quickly cooperated with
her movements, scrambling up and thrusting my penis in. Since it was my first time, I couldn't seem to get it in the right spot,
repeatedly hitting my mother's clitoris, making her even more aroused and unable to bear it. My mother could
n't , reaching out to grab my penis and placing it at the entrance of her vagina. I thrust hard.

I heard a long, drawn-out "Ah!" from my mother, filled with pleasure and indescribable joy. I entered my mother's
body for the first time, and then began to thrust violently. My mother placed her legs around my waist, reaching out to hold my buttocks, trying her best
to cooperate with my movements. I thrust into my mother's vagina again and again, making her juices splash everywhere, making a series of wet, splashing
sounds .

My mother cried out happily. We fucked for a full twenty minutes, then my mother told me to sit up, and then we
hugged each other and fucked again. This time, I thrust deeper and faster, and my mother's juices flowed like a burst dam,
soaking my pubic hair. Not long after, I ejaculated inside my mother's vagina. She quickly
jumped out of bed and went to the bathroom to scoop out the semen. At the time, I didn't understand why, but later I learned that
she was afraid of getting pregnant with my child.

After cleaning up, my mother wanted to go back to her room to sleep, but I wouldn't allow it and dragged her to my bed.
She didn't resist but obediently slept in my arms. The next morning, we did it again.
My mother bent over, letting me enter her from behind. From then on, we made love frequently, and my mother
taught me all the sexual positions she knew. I also tried my best, making her feel incredibly pleasured each time,
unwilling to stop.

We continued like this for more than half a year. The following autumn, I was admitted to a prestigious high school and had to
move the school dormitory, only able to go home at the end of each month. This situation lasted for three whole years. During those
three years, every time I went home, my mother would accompany me, and I tried my best to make her happy and joyful.

Gradually, Mom became more lively and cheerful, and she also became more beautiful. Many people thought she was my
older sister, not my mother. Every time I accompanied Mom shopping, I would encourage her to buy some new
clothes and fashionable cosmetics to make herself look prettier and younger.

When crossing the street, I would deliberately hold Mom's hand, and sometimes I would put my arm around her slender waist, like a couple in
love . Occasionally, Mom would blush, but she never refused. Sometimes I would accompany Mom to see a
movie or go on a trip to the suburbs.

Once, Mom and I went to a restaurant, and I said with a smile, "Miss, could you get my girlfriend a glass of juice?"
The waitress nodded and brought out a glass of juice for Mom. Mom was too embarrassed to refuse, so she could only nod
and thank me, which made me very happy.

After the waitress left, Mom suddenly pinched me hard, and I chuckled and casually
touched Mom's vulva. Mom blushed and whispered, "Don't do that, it's not good if others see." I
said, "What's wrong with it?" They all thought she was my girlfriend! That night, I entered my mother
's body again and kissed her entire body. Originally, I wanted to kiss her genitals, but she
refused .

I stubbornly pried open her legs, but unexpectedly, she suddenly burst into tears and begged me, "Please,
don't kiss me there! I've given you everything, please, give me some privacy, okay?
I don't want you to kiss me there." Looking at her pleading eyes, I hesitated and asked, "Why?"

My mother hesitated for a moment and said, "Because when your father was alive, he often kissed me there. When you kiss me,
I think of your father. And when I think of your father, I feel... ashamed! I feel so sorry for
him." In

the blink of an eye, the college entrance exam was over, and I moved back home. That night, I slept with my mother. For the entire
night, we didn't stop. We kissed and kissed, and had sex again and again, like lovers who had been separated for many years and had suddenly
reunited . My mother climaxed six times and experienced countless orgasms.

After that, we did it almost every day, except for the few days when Mom had her period. We almost forgot
we were mother and son; Mom called me "baby," and I called her "darling." I
helped Mom take off her clothes piece by piece, and of course, the reward was Mom's beautiful body.

I would hold her as I fell asleep every night. Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, more than two months of summer vacation had passed. I enrolled
in an ordinary university, not far from home, but I had to live on campus and could go home on Sundays. Every time
I went home , Mom would take good care of me, and we were happy and joyful.

However, not long after the semester started, Mom suddenly wanted to take me to Beidaihe. That night, we sat side by side on the beach.
Up there, gazing at the vast and magnificent sea and the distant stars, letting the sea breeze gently caress our hair,
the world was so beautiful!

We sat for a long time. My mother said she had loved the sea since she was a child, and loved watching the stars over the water.
When my father was alive, he had said he would take her to Beidaihe to see the stars. Sadly, he died before that day came. I
took my mother's hand, about to speak, but she whispered in my ear that she wanted me to watch the stars with her for the rest of my life. I smiled
and agreed.

That night, we didn't go back to the hotel. Instead, we took off our clothes and made love passionately on the beach, facing the waves, under the starry
sky. We tried every sex position we could imagine. That day, my mother was extremely
excited , as if she had taken an aphrodisiac; I was almost overwhelmed.

During that time, my mother even let me kiss her entire body, including her genitals, which she never let me kiss. I remember clearly
that it was my mother who took the initiative to spread her legs, part her thick pubic hair, revealing her large labia, and let me
kiss, lick, circle, suck, and gently bite them again and again… My mother kept moaning loudly.

Her lewd voice and words, including blushing and obscene phrases, made her constantly beg me to fuck her hard
, to fuck her to death. I never imagined my mother could be so wanton! That night I was extremely excited, ejaculating
four times , while my mother ejaculated six times, finally lying there limp and unable to get up.

Gradually, the east began to lighten, and it was almost dawn; soon people would come out to watch the sunrise.
I said, "Let's go back!" and started to get up to put on my clothes. My mother shook her head, coquettishly saying, "No, I
want you to carry me back like this!"

So, I had no choice but to hold my mother in my arms. My mother giggled, reached out and hugged my neck, and softly
said, "My little husband, you can kiss me anywhere you want from now on, I'll let you!" I was stunned and asked, "Really?" Mom nodded
and said, "I have something to tell you. I'm pregnant, almost two months along. It's yours!" She then gave me
a big kiss on the cheek.

Four years later, I graduated from university and became a manager, responsible for all the company's business. One day, the office
door suddenly opened, and two pretty little girls, three years old and two years old, ran in, shouting, "Daddy,
Mommy's here to see you!"

Then came a stunningly beautiful woman, wearing black stockings, high boots, and a red wool coat, but
still unable to hide her slightly protruding belly. I quickly put down my pen, hugged the beautiful woman, kissed her, and said, "
Wife, you're so good! I'll take you to Beidaihe in a few days." The beautiful woman smiled sweetly and said, "Okay, but
not like last time, I'm already over five months along."

(Thanks for sharing, but it's a bit short. It would be better if it were longer. The pacing of the plot is too fast. It would be so much better if it were more detailed.) Thank you anyway, OP. Seeing such a classic article is great, thank you for your classic, satisfying story. It's truly romantic. The son, having lost his father's love, receives even more pampering and indulgence from his mother, making him even more dependent on her. He's conflicted, wanting his mother to remarry yet unable to leave her, not wanting her to remarry but knowing she's a single woman with strong sexual needs. When his mother finds a boyfriend, he feels lonely, jealous, and resentful… What a contradiction! After a one-night stand, the mother feels like she's betrayed her son, filled with regret. So, the son can't live without his mother, and the mother needs her son; everything naturally leads to them sharing a bed… Everything that was meant to happen slowly unfolds… The son replaces the father, and the mother becomes the son's beloved wife… Another sexually happy family!! The idea is great, but it lacks detail and the descriptions are too simplistic. Enriching the content would be even better. It's quite risqué, but not slow; it arrived quickly. There's almost no psychological description, especially about the mother, but the pacing is excellent, making it a smooth read. Thank you, OP. The detailed descriptions are too fast and too simple, but thank you anyway.
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Actually, you could write a longer piece. This looks like a synopsis; how can you create romance without a longer story?

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