My First Half of Life - True Incest Author: wubei

Author: wubei
First published on: sis on November 7, 2013
Word count: 5600

This isn't a story, just something I wanted to share. I think there must be people with similar experiences. I was born in
a city on the banks of the Yangtze River in the Jiangnan water region. I won't say which city, but people there have a good
habit : washing their feet and face before bed, and women even wash their bottoms. When I was little, there wasn't much taboo in my family, so
I would watch TV while my mother washed her bottom. Everyone matures eventually, and I was probably precocious,
so around fourth or fifth grade, I started secretly peeking at my mother's private parts. Of course, now
fourth or fifth graders know how to have sex, but we didn't have sex education that early back then. At that time,
my peeping was just driven by a vague curiosity; I couldn't see anything, but I felt there was something attractive about my mother's private parts in the darkness
.

My earliest exposure to sex education was waking up in the middle of the night to find my father on top of my mother, the bed shaking. Countless
nights was woken up like that. I remember the reality wasn't from noise, because
parents don't make a sound when they're having sex with their child sleeping next to them—that's my biggest takeaway. I was in elementary school then, and my father was rarely
home When he did come home, they'd usually do this at night. It wasn't until I was almost graduating from elementary school that they became more discreet at night.
I clearly remember one time waking up in the middle of the night and my father wanting to do it, and my mother whispered, "The child is beside me, no." You might
ask why I didn't live separately, still sleeping with my parents at my age. I feel that's how it is in my rural area;
many children sleep with their parents. Plus, my father was away most of the time, and my mother was afraid to sleep alone,
so I always slept with her.

I wonder what everyone's sleeping position is like. When I was little, I would sleep touching my mom's breasts, and I've kept
this habit ever since. I remember sleeping like that even in middle school, lying on my side with one hand touching my mom's breasts and
one foot pressed against her belly. As I got older, my foot would press down further and further, eventually pressing against
that triangle area. Sometimes I would unintentionally press against that area while asleep.

Now, going back to my parents' sex life, I always felt that my mom's body was sticky after they made love,
probably from sweat, and also from her genitals. Sometimes I could feel it on my legs. The most unbelievable thing was that
one time I woke up and forgot that my parents were making love, and I actually turned over and moved a little. When my parents saw that I was awake, they asked me who was better
, either of them. Of course, I was still young then, probably in first or second grade, and I really didn't know that
my parents were making love. After my parents finished, I would still sleep with my mom's sticky body pressed against me. By fourth or fifth
grade, I basically knew what they were doing, so a strange stimulation and urge compelled me
to continue sleeping close to my mother's sticky body. If I was woken up in the middle of the night by them making love, I would pretend to be
asleep but be fully awake to feel it. Occasionally, I would secretly open my eyes, and in the darkness, I could vaguely see my father wriggling on top of
my mother . Countless nights like this, I fantasized that I was the one on top of my mother, and I understood
what they were doing. Afterwards, when I turned to sleep on my side, I would intentionally feel the sensation of my mother's triangle area with my leg. A
few times, I even felt a slight wriggling sensation in my private area, a very strange feeling. Once,
I got an erection, almost pressing against my mother's thigh, and then I immediately turned over and went back to sleep to avoid it.

When I was in junior high, I would hardly ever see my dad for a year. During that time, I slept with my mom at night
because was afraid she would be scared alone. Rural houses are often a bit eerie, and besides me, there was only my grandma in the house.
She lived in the bedroom opposite the main hall, surrounded by various rooms, so the quiet nights were quite frightening. I was also
afraid to sleep alone in the back bedroom, so it was only natural that I slept with my mom.

I believe that women's sexual needs are something they cannot suppress, even between mother and son. I
know . During junior high, I would wake up in the middle of the night countless times and know that my mom couldn't sleep either. Sometimes she would make slight
movements. I would consciously try to touch my mom's private parts further, like pretending to be asleep and
pressing my legs against her vulva, occasionally rubbing against it. I even figured out when my mom wanted to sleep. When
she couldn't sleep at night but didn't resist me occasionally rubbing against her private parts, that meant she wanted to. One night, I
felt my mom's underwear was wet. Although no one had ever taught me about sex, I knew my mom definitely wanted to
have sex . This thought was intensely affecting me. I was also at the age where I wanted to try having sex, and more importantly,
there was a woman sleeping next to me who wanted to have sex, a woman I wanted to try having relations with. But thoughts were just
thoughts; I hadn't thought about how to actually start, and I didn't dare to try, because I didn't know if my mom would let me have sex with her if she couldn't
resist .

Finally, one night, things went too far. I pressed my knee tightly against her vulva, occasionally
rubbing it. That night, I thought my mom was asleep, but she wasn't; she noticed. But that night, my mom must have been really eager. She noticed I wasn't asleep and asked if I was awake. I hummed in response, but she didn't push my legs away, leaving my knee still pressed against her vulva .
I asked, "You can't sleep either?" She didn't answer . Suddenly, I asked my mom if I could touch my genitals. My mom was stunned for a moment and said, "What do you want to do?" I said, "I want to touch it for a while, I really want to ." My mom said no, and I suddenly mustered up the courage to say I'd already seen it. My mom asked, "When did you see it?" I honestly confessed that I'd seen her washing her bottom before. Hehe, pretty bold, right? While we were talking in bed, my other hand was constantly touching my mom's breasts. Maybe she was getting aroused, because my mom turned over to face me and asked how old I was to know about this. I said I'd known for a long time, but I didn't mention how I used to wake up in the middle of the night pretending to be asleep to observe her and my dad having sex. I thought mentioning my dad at that time might make her resist continuing to talk about these things with me. I told her that some boys in my class slept with girls; I was in middle school then, so my mom believed me, but it was a lie. Actually, I hadn't, and even if I had, I wouldn't know. My mom asked if I'd ever dated a girl . I said no, actually I did have a girlfriend, but of course, we'd never even held hands. But I couldn't say that; to be loyal to my mom, I couldn't let other women get involved. I think we talked quietly that night, and I even laughed a little in the middle . My mom said, "Keep it down." Maybe she was worried about disturbing Grandma. So I brought up my earlier request again, saying I wanted to touch her private parts; I'd never done it before and really wanted to. My mom paused for a moment and said no.

"It's your mom, you brat." I said it's okay, no one will know anyway, just touch it for a while, let me try. My mom didn't
say anything more, so I put my hand that was touching her breasts directly down there to explore that triangle area. Even through my underwear,
I could still feel the warmth and slight dampness down there. I'm such a coward, I remember the first time I touched it
for about ten minutes and I didn't dare to put my hand inside my underwear. Touching it through my underwear,
I didn't anything, it was just very psychologically stimulating.

Unlike Japanese incest films, which I always find funny when I watch them years later, there's really no licking of
breasts, no mother giving her son oral sex or any other kind of foreplay. The whole process was very simple. My mom didn't resist. I
think she really wanted it that night, especially after I touched her for a while. Although it was through her underwear and there wasn't much
skill involved, I just used my hand to rub that place I had always longed for. But I could clearly
feel that my mom was enjoying the process. Because she was lying on her side, her vagina was clamped, making it difficult for me
to put inside and rub back and forth. So she raised her thighs a little to allow my hand to
touch and explore more flexibly inside. My penis also started to get hard. I consciously moved closer to my mom's body, and my hard
penis pressed against her belly. There was a strange itch on the head of my penis. After touching her through her underwear for a while, I tried to
put my hand inside her underwear, but my mom pushed it away with her hand. She whispered, "Just leave it like that, don't put it in." I suddenly sealed my mom's mouth
with my own. I didn't know how to French kiss back then, so I just used my mouth to block her mouth.
My mom didn't resist; instead, she rolled over and lay flat on her back without any resistance or other movements. I naturally
rolled over and pressed down on top of her. Although it was my first time in this
position, I had seen it countless times over the nights and was very familiar with it. When I reached out to pull down my mom's underwear, she took it off herself. To this day, I still can't remember how she
managed to pull her underwear down to her ankles. Anyway, after I pressed down on her, apart from sealing her mouth with my own, I was
a bit flustered. I even struggled for a while before I could put my hands down to take off my own underwear. I felt like I didn't have
time to pull it all the way down; I just left it at the knees and then thrust my already erect penis straight at her
vagina . Unfortunately, I was too naive; I couldn't find the spot. In fact, I didn't even know where the spot was. My mom
didn't guide me with her hand like in those Japanese adult films. I had to use a lot of effort, poking around in several places before finally getting to
the spot . It was wet inside, but it was really difficult to get in the first time. I felt like my foreskin was being pulled
. The wonderful feeling after it went in was indescribable. My penis was well-developed, thick and big.
Although I was only in junior high school at the time, I clearly felt my mom's body arch upwards after I fully penetrated her. I guess it
was a long-lost pleasure stimulating her. I wasn't very good at moving or thrusting the first time. I remember there was just
an urge to push upwards. Even though I wasn't thrusting, there was an indescribable pleasure inside. It felt like my vagina
was a warm, moist steam pipe, tightly wrapping around my penis. I could feel my penis throbbing
slightly, like an electric motor. I want to emphasize that not all men finish quickly the first time.
I remember that night I lasted at least twenty minutes. Not bad for a first time, right? Maybe
it's because it was with my mom, but the girlfriends I had later really only lasted five minutes the first time.
Throughout the entire process, I was on top of my mother, pressing her body down. She later wrapped her arms around my shoulders. My mother
didn't resist having sex with me; in fact, she was very accommodating. We had sex smoothly like that.

Although we didn't know how to thrust, just kept pushing upwards, we still managed to have sex. I ejaculated
inside her. Also, during the process, neither of us spoke; our mouths were sealed together the whole time. Looking back,
it's strange why we sealed each other's mouths like that. However, we continued to have sex like that afterward, except
later we put our tongues in each other's mouths, without any back-and-forth kissing or swirling. After ejaculating,
I remained motionless on top of my mother for a long time, but we didn't seal our mouths anymore. I asked my mother
if I could do this often in the future. My mother hugged me tightly and whispered, "Don't make a sound," and held me quietly
for a while . Only when my penis went soft and slipped out of my mother's vagina did I roll off. My mother turned to her side and asked
how it felt. I was too embarrassed to say it was amazing, so I chuckled and said I wanted to do it often in the future. My mom chuckled and
said, "You're such a jerk."

Our days and nights seemed like two different worlds. During the day, everything was normal; neither of us acted strangely,
as if nothing had happened, just like always. The difference was that I often looked forward to nightfall,
especially after dinner when watching TV. I always hoped it would be bedtime soon. During that time, I was very
diligent with my homework; finishing early and going to bed early was my biggest motivation. But we didn't do it right before
bed we were afraid of being discovered. After turning off the lights, I would still touch my mom's breasts while sleeping.

Sometimes you really can't believe what you read in books. I feel like this kind of thing didn't affect my studies back then.
I remember in the beginning, we did it really wildly, almost every night. But we would always fall asleep first and then do it
in bed together. The nights after waking up in the early morning were quiet and safe. No one would
know that on such nights, I was on top of my mom doing the happiest thing in the world. My mom is very compliant
during sex with me, and it seems she has never resisted. When I wake up, I turn to my side and turn her shoulders. My mom usually
wakes up with a start and then obediently stretches out her arms so I can press her down. We don't have any foreplay. At most, I'll take off
her panties and touch her genitals with my hand. I'll gently pry open her labia with two fingers and try to insert my fingers
into her vagina, but I don't know how to play around with it. At that time, I felt that what I needed was the pleasure of my penis thrusting in and out, and touching her genitals did
n't feel very stimulating. So every time, I would quickly get to the point, press my mom down, take off her panties, and
start fucking her. My mom still enjoys the pleasure of having sex with me, so she almost ignores the foreplay.
Gradually, I discovered that thrusting was more pleasurable, so my approach to sex changed from pushing in to repeated thrusting.
My mother also clearly began to enjoy sex with me. We would entwine in bed, talking quietly,
rarely about sex, mostly about everyday things. When the conversation ran out and my mother's arousal returned
, we would continue slowly thrusting while sucking each other's tongues. Also, when I was younger, sex lasted so long; I
feel like it always took me a long time to ejaculate. One night, we talked about sex, something I had secretly talked about since I was a child.

I observed my mom and dad having sex, and I secretly felt my mom's slightly damp underwear with my calf after they made love . My mom told me that my dad wasn't very good at thrusting, and that my thrusting was a bit too much for her. Maybe
it was because we talked too excitedly that night, so after I ejaculated, I didn't pull out. My penis stayed hard, and after about five
minutes, I started thrusting a second time. The second time, we didn't say anything. We
sealed each other's mouths with our tongues and slowly thrust in and out. My mom held my waist, and we did it until dawn. I felt like
every night during that period, my mom's vagina was filled with my semen. We hardly ever let our bodies rest
. Every time, I ejaculated inside her, and afterward, I didn't wipe myself clean with a wet wipe like I do with my wife now. Back then,
after I ejaculated, I would just lie on top of my mom, letting my penis continue to feel the lingering pleasure, and all the semen
would remain inside her vagina. Back then, I never worried or considered whether my mom would get pregnant. Later,
I learned that my mom had a sterilization procedure after giving birth to me, so she couldn't get pregnant. At first
, we'd wake up in the middle of the night to have sex, but later, we got bolder and would wash our faces and bottoms, turn off the lights, get into bed, and slowly
thrust into each other.

I was secretly having incest with my mom almost at the end of junior high, so our fun didn't last long before I went to boarding high school
, going home once a month. My grandmother passed away during high school, and we built a two-story house. My dad was still
rarely home. Every time I went back, I still slept with my mom, although I had my own bedroom by then. At night,
when we closed the door to sleep, we'd still secretly share a blanket, for a simple purpose: to have sex. I'm a rather
cunning person. Back then, there were no computers or smartphones, and even though there were pornographic videotapes, we didn't have a VCR at home. However, I
accidentally bought a pornographic book at a street stall. It was about incest between Japanese mothers and sons—not exactly pornography, but more of an analysis
of incest. I specifically bought it and brought it home. That night, when we were having sex, I told my mom that it was very popular in Japan. My
mom asked how I knew, and I said I read it in a book, and I also told her I brought the book home. Actually, I think
I did this to make my mom feel less guilty. Looking back, it's ridiculous. If we really felt guilty,
we wouldn't have had sex in the first place.

After my grandmother passed away, it was basically just the two of us at home. We lived on the second floor, so we were more unrestrained when we had sex. That's how
I asked to turn on the light to see my mom's genitals for the first time. Although I had peeked at her while she was washing her bottom before, I had never really
looked closely at what a woman's vagina looked like. That was the first time I seriously looked at a woman's naked body, the first time I understood
what a woman's vagina looked like up close. Underneath the not-so-thick pubic hair, two dark red labia tightly wrapped
the crevice , slightly bulging, as if filled with something inside. If you parted them slightly, you could see pink
flesh inside, slightly moist with some fluid. We started trying to have sex with the lights on while talking. From then on, we realized
that having sex with the lights on was very exciting, so whenever we were both at home on the second floor, we would usually
have sex . Unfortunately, back then we didn't have access to Japanese adult films, so we didn't have many positions. We never did oral sex
or 69. The most we did was have my mother spread her legs to look at her private parts and play with them for a while. Most of the time,
I was the one on top of my mother, thrusting in and out. My mother didn't seem to know how to do it on top, and I never asked her to.
Being young and having good stamina, I could do it twice a night. Because we lived on the second floor, we had no worries, so we would take off
our clothes and then do it again when we woke up in the middle of the night.

After that, there was basically no more. I left home after getting into university. We could have some fun together during winter and summer vacations, but
after started working, my mother got older. I remember once in the kitchen, I imitated a Japanese adult film by touching her butt
and then hugging her from behind and touching her breasts. She pushed me away, scolding me for thinking about such things even though I was working. We would occasionally have
some passion , but not as frequently as before. After marriage, it basically stopped a few times; I couldn't find the opportunity and didn't dare to.

This is a true story. Has anyone else had a similar experience? I've encountered incestuous relationships in online QQ groups,
but most of them only thought about it and never actually did it. I only encountered an incestuous mother and son once, and they
even video-chatted with me and suggested coming to my city to visit each other. Although it was too exciting, I did
n't dare to , afraid of upsetting my mother, so I refused. I wonder if anyone on the forum has had a similar experience and would
like to share their own. The original poster wrote very realistically and objectively.
Women from Jiangnan are good at planning for themselves. After years of loneliness, the mother had developed impure thoughts about her son, which is why she continued to sleep in the same bed with him. The son's exploration of his mother's vulva with his legs was actually a signal. Normally, the mother would sleep separately from her son. This mother, knowing her son's intentions, pretended not to know, which was a form of seduction.
When he directly asked to touch her, she still allowed it but not penetration. Penetration after the first touch was proof that the mother had been waiting for all along.

This mother and son found the most fun game, and both were good at pretending, allowing them to become long-term sexual partners without affecting their respective social relationships. This story illustrates that if handled well, without being bound by the regret of incest, it truly doesn't harm anyone. The mother enjoyed sexual bliss; otherwise, the long nights of loneliness would be so painful. The son expressed his love for his mother in this way—a natural and pure one. Especially reading about the two discussing everyday matters in bed—what a happy scene! His mother, having been without sex for a long time, must have been very uncomfortable. It felt very realistic, understated, but that's precisely what made it so appealing. A very real and heartwarming writing style! Not pretentious or affected, like a gentle spring flowing through the heart! It subtly aroused the reader's desire! This doesn't quite resemble a novel; it's more like a memoir or diary.
There's relatively little dialogue and psychological description
, allowing the reader to quickly grasp the origin of the story: the mother is often alone at home, and the reader has the opportunity to take advantage of her while sleeping with her .
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After reading it, the story seems incredibly real. I know a woman whose child is over ten years old. When her husband isn't home, her son often sleeps with her and likes to touch her breasts. She says it's okay since the child is young; everyone has their own sexual preferences. In the story, the mother and son often kiss while having sex, a mark left from their first time that continues to influence their sex life. Details matter, and this particular detail, because of its distinctiveness, adds a strong sense of realism to the work. Furthermore, the lack of elaborate sexual techniques also increases credibility—in reality, when having sex with a fixed partner, there aren't many variations. Even with missionary, cowgirl, or doggy style, it's still a fixed pattern from another perspective. This kind of story feels genuine and heartwarming, leaving you deeply moved. It's so realistic! After reading this, all other erotic stories seem so fake. Is this even real? I seriously doubt it. It's just too real! The author is truly amazing!

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