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A mother's love that encompasses both sexual and romantic love. 

A Mother's Love Filled with Both Sexual and Romantic Intent





My parents married young, and I was born when my mother was 18. Because my mother was still studying, I was raised by

my maternal grandmother until her death, after which I returned to my parents' home.



My father was a moderately successful businessman. After becoming wealthy, he began a life of extravagance, only providing financial support to my mother and me, and neglecting everything else. Their love was effectively over after

my mother discovered his affair. My mother knew that my father was seeing many women and often used social engagements as an excuse to stay out all night . She initially planned to divorce him, but for my sake, she didn't take that step.   My mother was a doctor, 175cm tall, with a face that, while not stunningly beautiful, was pleasing to the eye. This made her very popular with men; many men would glance at her on the street, and many would try to strike up a conversation with her. But my mother has a strange personality. She never speaks to anyone who tries to talk to her, and she's very conservative. She doesn't even wear skirts that are slightly short.   Although my mother tried hard to maintain the marriage for my sake, she became a "widow" living alone, and hadn't had sex with my father in a long time .   My mother is 39 years old this year, an age when women are at their most vulnerable and need a man's care and love. But my father abandoned her, leaving her alone to keep company with loneliness. I saw all the suffering my mother endured. So, all the meticulous care has transformed into something else in my heart—love. After repeated contemplation and reflection, I realized it wasn't familial affection, but a passionate infatuation.   Since this strange feeling arose in my heart, I've tried my best to restrain myself and not express . But the more my mother cared for me, the deeper my infatuation became.   Later, on Valentine's Day, I expressed this love because I simply couldn't hold back anymore.   That night, Mom asked me to have a drink with her. After a few drinks, slightly tipsy, I suddenly knelt down, hugged her legs, and said in a choked voice, "Mom, I love you! Although I know there shouldn't be this kind of feeling between , every time you care about me, I feel a strange unease. After all these years, I've realized it's love. I really love you so much, I dream of you being my lover every day! Why do you have to live this kind of life with that scoundrel? Be with me, I'll love you forever..."   Mom was stunned at first, then blushed and hurriedly tried to let go of my hands. She pushed me away forcefully, and in a daze, I thought I saw a tear glisten in her eyes. When I stood up, Mom pointed at me, and said weakly but seriously, "We are mother and son , love cannot exist between us. This time, I'll take it as drunken nonsense and not hold it against you."   With that, Mom went to her room.   I cried out hastily and helplessly, "Why? You're a woman, I'm a man, how can we not have love between us? I truly love you!"   Before I could finish, my mother's bedroom door slammed shut. It was locked, and I couldn't open it. I had no choice but to end this unusual "confession."   That night, I couldn't sleep. I thought about many things, even considering giving up, but I couldn't let go.   Since that night, out of caution, my mother always . All the intimate gestures we used to share were gone, and she always had a cold face towards me. Every time I saw her coming and going without saying a word, I regretted my actions …   But then that day—that incident—gave me hope.   That night, very late, I was studying in my room when I suddenly heard the sound of clothes being put on outside, followed by the sound of a door closing. I opened my bedroom door, puzzled, only to find that my mother, who had been home, was gone. I instinctively ran to the window and looked around. Suddenly, I saw a man downstairs embracing my mother, but she seemed to be trying hard to push him away, muttering, "No, no, let go! It really can't be today, my son is still upstairs, I have to hurry back! Let go, it won't be good if he sees! Let go, let's do it another day." Then the man released my mother, and she went into the building entrance. I quickly ran back inside, closed the door, and acted as if nothing had happened. But my heart was pounding, so nervous that I couldn't tell if it was shock or something else.   The next morning, my mother was preparing breakfast, still ignoring me. I couldn't hold back any longer and whispered, "Who was that man downstairs last night? What's your relationship?"   "What man? What are you talking about? There's no man!" my mother blushed and hurriedly tried to cover it up.   "I understand even if you don't say it. I know you and Dad haven't been intimate in a long time, and I know you crave someone to satisfy your desires..." My excitement was written all over my face.   "Okay, Mom admits it. Mom does have a man outside. Mom can't stand living without a man's care anymore! Please, don't tell anyone, okay? I'll grant you any request, please!"   "Fine, just sleep with me for one night, just one night, and I won't tell anyone..." "   No, we're mother and son, that's incest! People will laugh at us if they tell! No, I absolutely cannot agree to this !"   Despite my threats and inducements, Mom wouldn't budge. Helpless, I had no choice but end the conversation hastily.   That night, lying in bed, I imagined Mom naked in someone else's arms, being enjoyed by that person. Just thinking about it made me furious.  Several nights later, I couldn't suppress these feelings any longer. So, that night, I went naked into Mom's room...



































































































































































































After entering the room, I found my mother asleep. I quietly slipped under the covers, and she woke up with a start. I immediately pinned

her down, one hand inside her bra, vigorously kneading her soft, tender breasts; the other hand around

her waist. I



pressed my entire body against hers, feeling her helpless struggle beneath me. At that moment, my blood was boiling, and my penis was hard—harder than ever before…   My mother weakly said, “Don’t do this! No… Ahhh… No! This is incest …”   I could no longer hear her pleas. Because she was single, she lacked sexual experience. I quickly pulled off her panties and thrust my already throbbing penis into her vagina.   With a long “Ah…” from her, my penis slid completely inside her, the warmth of her vaginal walls giving me a pleasurable sensation.   My penis rubbed against the softness of her vagina, while my mother moaned softly.   "Ah...no, ahhh...ah! Pull that thing out of your vagina! We can't do that ! Pull it out...ah..." Mom pleaded with me, her voice almost a cacophony of sobs.   I ignored her pleas and continued thrusting my penis into her vagina between her legs with frenzied speed, while simultaneously grabbing her breasts and kneading her hardened nipples. My mouth licked her neck and face.   Because it was my first time, I didn't know how to control the rhythm and ejaculated quickly. But out of consideration for Mom, I didn't ejaculate inside her vagina; instead, I pulled out and ejaculated onto her stomach—a lot...very sticky...   Suddenly, after that burst of pleasure, my mind went blank. Facing this woman, whom I had just violated and who was now calling Mom, panting heavily, I panicked. In that instant, Mom sat up, hugging her legs, burying her head in her chest, sobbing silently. But the more silent she became, the more uneasy I grew. Her cries were like sharp knives piercing my heart.   At that moment, I had no solution. I could only sit beside her, put one hand on her shoulder, pull her into my arms, and hug her tightly with the other. I said softly, "Don't cry. What's the use of crying now? I'll take responsibility..."   The more I said this, the harder my mother cried, burying her head in my chest. In that instant, I couldn't tell whether I felt satisfaction or guilt. I only remember that she lay in my arms all night...   The next morning, a ray of sunlight streamed into the room. I opened my sleepy eyes and saw my mother still lying in my arms. I woke her up. After she was fully awake, I silently watched her, expecting a lecture that felt worse than death .   But Mom didn't say anything, just stared silently out the window...   After a few moments of silence, Mom said softly, "Alright, it's too late to say anything now! Your father owes me too much. Since you're his son, you'll have to repay what he owes me! Promise me you'll love me!"   Faced with this sudden change in attitude, I was a little lost, but since Mom had already tacitly approved of my actions last night, I could only say, "Mom! You're mine, and I will definitely cherish you."   From then on, we lived like a married couple, usually calling each other "husband" and "wife." During the day, we were mother and son; at night, in bed, we were like husband and wife, indulging in the pleasures of incest .   To end this life of fear, Mom and Dad divorced, and Mom and I moved to Canada .   A few years later, Mom became pregnant, gave birth to my child, and we lived as a family of three. ? ?? ?? ?? ?? ?? ?? ?? ?? ?? ?? ?【over】

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