The most romantic incestuous relationship

In many people's eyes, my parents were the perfect couple. My father was tall, intelligent,

and had a good business sense; he owned his own company and made a lot of money. My mother was

beautiful, with fair skin and a great figure, and was five years younger than my father.

They were originally from the same village, and their families lived relatively close to each other. My mother admired my father from a young age.

After , she attended high school for two years, but her grades weren't good, so she dropped out and went to work at my father's company. My mother was only

17 years old that year. That same year, my father took my mother to Shenzhen to purchase goods. In a hotel, my father had sex with my mother

.

My mother lost her virginity after 17 years, and the evidence was a pool of bright red

blood . It is said that my mother covered her face and cried at the time, but was quickly amused by the jewelry my father bought her, and from then on, she became

a regular in my father's bed. Less than half a year later, my mother became pregnant and soon gave birth to me.

To avoid being gossiped about by the villagers, my father married my mother and left their hometown for Beijing.

Several years passed in the blink of an eye, and my mother grew more and more beautiful, tall and slender with fair skin—a renowned

beauty. My father was naturally overjoyed to have such a wife, taking her everywhere he went. Gradually

, my mother traveled to many places and became quite worldly.

Later, my grandparents and maternal grandparents passed away one after another, and we gradually lost contact with our hometown,

never returning. We were living a happy life, but a tragedy suddenly struck.

My father had a friend, a business partner, who insisted on drinking with him one night. 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 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. Besides, my father was often busy with business and rarely took care of me.

My mother basically raised me single-handedly, so I was very attached to her and didn't want her to remarry.

Although many people introduced men to her, I stubbornly refused them all. My mother loved me and

often indulged me, especially since my father had recently passed away.

Three or four years later, I gradually understood matters between men and women. Should my mother remarry

? I was conflicted. I loved my mother very much and wanted her to be happier, 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 especially didn't want to see her being made love to by another man.

My mother was afraid I wouldn't be able to accept it, so she didn't look for anyone else. At that time, my mother was only in her thirties, the prime

of her life. Several times I saw my mother tossing and turning in bed, unable to sleep. I knew she craved men,

craved their caresses, and craved their penetration. Once, I saw my mother

sitting naked by the window, gazing at the dark night. I know she longs for a man…

My mother is very capable at work, never inferior to any man, and has no shortage of excellent suitors. But I

don't want to lose my mother. Although I love my mother very much, I've also caused her a lot of trouble. That year, I got into a fight with

another child and broke their arm. They insisted that I pay for their medical expenses. My mother was furious, crying

and cursing, and I was filled with remorse.

They still wouldn't let it go, and the argument dragged on for more than half a year before my mother finally paid some money to settle the matter.

During this incident, my mother met a lawyer. I admit he was very handsome and outstanding; he also

fell in love with my mother, often taking her out to dinner and sometimes giving her small gifts. I don't know why,

but I hated him, feeling that he had taken 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 passed away.

I remember clearly that it was a winter night with a crescent moon in the sky. I sat on the windowsill,

opened the window, and let the cold wind blow on me. Night fell, and besides the streetlights and distant neon signs,

only the cold, desolate moon hung 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 intense, because when he brought my mother back, it was already three in the morning. In winter , that's a very late hour. My mother tiptoed into the house, quietly slipped into her room, and took off her clothes. 　　I suddenly pushed open the door, my eyes filled with tears. My mother stared at me in shock, and I suddenly felt an overwhelming grief. I couldn't help but rush to her and hug her, sobbing uncontrollably. I don't remember anything my mother said to comfort me; I only remember that I slept in my mother's bed that night, sharing the same blanket with her. 　　I caressed my mother's smooth, white body again and again, even touching her pubic hair and her vagina, which was still wet with semen. My mother knew I knew, and she said nothing, filled with shame and remorse, letting me touch her again and again. 　　As dawn broke, I still didn't want to get out of bed, clinging tightly to my mother. She didn't move either, remaining 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, slowly taking off her clothes, and crawling into her own bed. Actually, I wasn't asleep; my mind was in turmoil. After a while, I pulled back the blankets 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. 　　By then, I was 16 years old, and had grown as strong and handsome as my father. One night, I had a nocturnal emission . That was my first time having a wet dream. I was very nervous and ashamed, especially since the thick semen had gotten onto my mother 's fair thighs. My mother didn't scold me; instead, she turned her face away and gently wiped it away with a tissue. I felt so ashamed that I quietly moved out of my mother's bedroom that night and went back to my own. 　　Around midnight, I felt someone gently stroking me. I opened my sleepy eyes and looked through the cool moonlight...

I saw my mother standing naked in front of my bed, looking at me with boundless love, her face streaked with tears.

Startled, I sat bolt upright, my voice trembling, "Mom, what's wrong?" She quickly wiped away her tears and said, "No,

no, nothing, I just wanted to see you." "Why don't you sleep in my room?"

I stammered, unable to speak. My mother looked so beautiful in the moonlight—her hair cascading black, her

skin as white as jade, her breasts high and full, and a thick patch of dark pubic hair. I couldn't resist reaching out to embrace her

neck and gently kissing her cheek. "Mom, you're so beautiful, I love you!" I said. My mother smiled. I

pulled back the covers and pulled her into my bed. "

Why aren't you asleep?" I asked. She said, "I don't know why, I just can't sleep, I just wanted

to see you." After that, we didn't speak again. I gently stroked her delicate skin, again and

again.

Gradually, Mom's breathing became heavy, and her body began to heat up. I knew she was aroused. My hands became

increasingly bold, gradually reaching her vulva, parting her thick labia, and teasing her clitoris.

Mom '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, Mom cried out, "Give it to me!" She grabbed my penis and tried to shove it into her vagina. I quickly cooperated

, scrambling up and thrusting my penis in. Being her first time,

I couldn't quite get it in the right spot, hitting her clitoris several times, making her even more aroused and unable to resist. Unable to bear it

any longer grabbed my penis and placed it at the entrance of her vagina. I thrust hard.

A long, drawn-out "Ah!" came from Mom, filled with pleasure and indescribable joy. I entered Mom's

body for the first time and began to thrust violently. Mom placed her legs around my waist, wrapped her arms around my buttocks, and tried her best

to cooperate with my movements. I thrust into Mom's vagina again and again, making her juices splash everywhere with a series of wet, splashing

sounds .

Mom cried out happily. We fucked for a full twenty minutes, then Mom told me to sit up, and then we

hugged each other and fucked again. This time I thrust deeper and faster, and Mom's juices flowed like a burst dam,

soaking my pubic hair. Not long after, I ejaculated inside Mom's vagina. Mom hurriedly

jumped off the bed and went to the bathroom to scoop out the semen. At the time, I didn't know why, but later I learned that

Mom was afraid of getting pregnant with my child.

After cleaning up, Mom wanted to go back to her room to sleep, but I wouldn't allow it and forcibly pulled her to my bed.

Mom didn't resist but obediently slept in my arms. The second morning, we did it again.

Mom bent over, letting me enter her body 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 every time,

unwilling to stop.

We did this for more than half a year. The following autumn, I was admitted to a prestigious high school and had to

move to the school dormitory, only able to come home at the end of each month. This continued for three whole years. During those

three years, every time I came home, my mother would accompany me, and I tried my best to make her happy.

Gradually, my mother became more lively and cheerful, and she became even more beautiful. Many people thought she was my

older sister, not my mother. Every time I went shopping with my mother, 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 my mother's hand, and sometimes I would put my arm around her slender waist, like a couple deeply

in love . Occasionally, my mother would blush, but she never refused. Sometimes I would also accompany my mother to see a

movie or go on a trip to the suburbs.

Once, my mother and I went to a restaurant. I smiled and said, "Miss, could you bring my girlfriend a glass of juice?"

The waitress nodded and brought a glass of juice to my mother. My mother was too embarrassed to refuse, so she could only nod

and thank me, which made me incredibly happy.

After the waitress left, my mother suddenly pinched me hard. I chuckled and casually

touched my mother's vulva. My mother blushed and whispered, "Don't do that, it's not good if others see." I

said, "What's wrong with it? They all think she's my girlfriend!" That night, I entered my mother

's body again and kissed her entire body. Originally, I wanted to kiss my mother's genitals, but my mother

refused .

I stubbornly pried open my mother's legs, but unexpectedly, my mother suddenly burst into tears and begged me, "Please,

don't kiss me there! I've given you everything, please, please leave me some privacy, okay?

I don't want you to kiss me there." Looking at my mother's pleading eyes, I hesitated and asked, "Why?"

Mom hesitated for a moment, then said, "Because when your father was alive, he often kissed me there. Every time you kiss me,

I think of your father. And when I think of your father, I feel... ashamed! I feel so sorry for

him."

Before I knew it, the college entrance exam was over, and I moved back home. That very night, I slept with Mom.

We didn't stop all night; we kissed and made love, like lovers

reunited . Mom climaxed six times, experiencing countless orgasms.

After that, we did it almost every day, except for the few days Mom had her period. At that time, 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 came home , my mother would spend quality time with me, and we were happy and joyful.

However, not long after the start of the school year, my mother suddenly decided to take me to Beidaihe. That night, we sat side by side

on the beach, gazing at the vast and magnificent sea and the distant stars, letting the sea breeze gently caress our hair.

The world was so beautiful!

After sitting for a long time, my mother said that she had loved the sea and the stars over it since she was a child.

When my father was alive, he had said he would take her to Beidaihe to see the stars. Unfortunately, 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 accompany her to see the stars for the rest of my life. I smiled.

I agreed.

That night, we didn't go back to the hotel. Instead, we stripped naked and

made love wildly on the beach under the starry sky, facing the waves. We tried every sex position we could imagine. My mother was extremely

excited , like she had taken an aphrodisiac, and I was almost overwhelmed.

During that time, my mother let me kiss her entire body, including her genitals, which she never let me kiss. I clearly

remember that my mother took the initiative to open her legs, part her thick pubic hair, revealing her large labia, and let me

lick, circle, suck, and gently bite them again and again... My mother kept moaning loudly.

Her lewd words and lewd phrases made me blush, and she kept begging me to fuck her hard

and fuck her to death. I never expected my mother to be so lewd! That night, I was also extremely excited and came

four times , while my mother came six times, and in the end, we were both so weak that we couldn't get up.

Gradually, the east began to lighten, and dawn was approaching. Soon, people would come out to watch the sunrise.

I said, "Let's go back!" and started to get dressed. Mom shook her head, pouting, "No, I

want you to carry me back like this!"

So, I had no choice but to hold Mom in my arms. Mom giggled, reached out and hugged my neck, and

said softly, "My little husband, you can kiss me anywhere you want from now on, I'll let you!" I was taken aback and said, "Really?" Mom nodded

and said, "I have something to tell you, I'm pregnant, almost two months along. It's yours!" She said, giving 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, the older one 3 years old and the younger one 2 years old, ran in, shouting, "Daddy,

Mommy's here to see you!"

Then came an extremely 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 to me! I'll take you to Beidaihe in a few days." The beautiful woman smiled sweetly and said, "Okay, but

not like last time, it's been over five months already.

" [The End]

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