[I am my mother]

【I Am My Mother】

I Am My Mother

After battling illness for seven years with my father's support, my mother sadly left us and
passed away alone. I was fourteen years old that year.

Afterwards, I began a new life with my father, and our living conditions gradually improved. A year later,
I entered the county's key high school. To take care of me, my father came to the county town to work, visiting the school once a week. During
my three years of high school, he didn't come "home" except for the Spring Festival. Three years later, I was admitted to my
dream university and came to the capital of our country. That was in 1990; my father was 41 years old.

To my surprise, the spring after I arrived at school, my father also came to Beijing with a group of migrant workers,
working in a place about forty kilometers from the school. He sent me living expenses every month but never came to the school. Although I
visited him, it was only five or six times because my father wouldn't allow it. For the next three years, we didn't return
to our hometown. In 1994, after graduating with excellent grades, I was assigned back to my hometown, the provincial capital. My father was relieved and
returned home. The following year, my boyfriend of four years, a senior three years my senior, led me down the aisle
and we began our life together. Unexpectedly, his parents, whom I never knew, gave us
a house as a wedding gift.
To take care of my father, with my husband's consent, I had him come live with us to help with
the household. From then on, we never bought groceries. In 1997, we had our lovely son. To make it easier for me
to work, my in-laws doted on their grandson, taking care of him since he was weaned. We only
visited . Even after 1999, when my husband was away for work for extended periods, it was the same; I only went by myself, and
sometimes he would bring him back for a weekend. Those were my father's holidays, and I could only watch them play together.

Among people my father's age group, he's considered knowledgeable and well-connected; after all, he's a high school
graduate and open to new things. From the moment he came into our lives, we've been trying to find him
a companion, but after meeting six or seven women from various backgrounds, we haven't found anyone suitable. Because of my father's outgoing
personality and comfortable living conditions, he looks much younger than his actual age, which I think
makes finding a partner even more difficult. It's often just the two of us at home, and I've asked him many times, but I still don't know what he's
thinking . This has always been a concern of mine.

In late spring of 2001, someone introduced me to another woman. As her daughter, I felt this woman
was suitable in every way, but after one meeting, my father didn't pursue the relationship further. One evening, after my father returned from his walk,
he took a shower and went to his room. I knew he had developed a habit of reading every night. I went to his
room, sat on the edge of his bed, and asked him what he was thinking. After thinking for a moment, he said, "I promised your mother I would stay with you
for life . It's impossible for me to accept another woman..." Even after I pressed him several times, he
still refused to remarry! I suddenly had an impulse. Without thinking, I got up and turned off the light.
Before , I had already crawled into his bed…

My father was only wearing pajamas, and so was I. I took mine off after turning off the light. I pressed myself
against him. He was startled by my actions. I said, “If you don’t remarry me, I’ll be your companion. Let
me do what my mother did.” My father said, “No, child, this won’t do…”

He resisted, but I wouldn’t get up. He was a man, a man who looked quite strong, but
I don’t know where he got such determination and strength. I hugged him, pressed myself against him, and touched his
nipples . I gradually felt the presence of his penis, and finally, I—his own daughter—“
raped” him… When he entered my body, he finally gave up resisting and just said, “
This shouldn’t be. I’m your father. What’s going on?”

I said, “As long as you don’t go looking for someone else, I’ll take my mother’s place.”

I lay on his chest, feeling that hard thing inside my body. As far as I knew, it
hadn’t touched a woman for over ten years. For several minutes, neither of us spoke or moved. Then he said, "Get up
, son. Let me think, let me calm down. This is all so sudden; I didn't expect you to react this way." I
sat up on him, still not letting him off, and repeated the same words. Dad sighed, "Get
up first; you're weighing me down too much." So I got off him, but he was still hard (which puzzled me
). Dad also sat up, without saying a word. After a while, he said to me, "Go back to your room and sleep;
I'm going to take a shower." I pulled him towards the bathroom, but he insisted on going, so he went by himself.

Naturally, I couldn't sleep that night, but I didn't know what was wrong with me. I knew this wasn't normal; this wasn't
something I should have done, and I had never thought of it this way before.

The next day, we went about our own business as usual. Although Dad seemed a little awkward, I didn't feel any guilt or remorse;
I felt strangely calm. That night, I "raped" my father again. Again,
I only penetrated him and stayed inside for a while. From then on, I would rape him from time to time, sometimes every three days, sometimes every five days. On my ninth
time raping him, he finally ejaculated inside me. This was exactly one month after the first time. Each time, he
would only resist and not say anything. But each time, I would succeed. I know he needs sex, needs a fulfilling sex life,
and has needed it for many years…

Now I have been my "mother" for four years. My father no longer resists, but he has never initiated anything.
I always initiate, but since last year, he has occasionally been on top. I rarely reach orgasm, but every… Every time
was easy and enjoyable. Afterwards, I would snuggle in his arms and let him hold me until he chased me away. I
know this might be a kind of perversion, but I don't want to correct it. As long as he is sexually capable, I will be his mother.

I know I will continue because Dad no longer looks for "partners." Sometimes I find someone
nice , but when I tell him, he disagrees—he has never agreed. Dad is in good health and can last
a long time each time. Having sex with Dad is no different from having sex with my husband, except that I often reach orgasm with my husband, and we have
more variations. I've even tried using the kissing techniques I learned from my husband (I don't know where he got them) with Dad.
I tried different positions, but he just said, "No, I'm not used to it..."

Because my husband is often away, only coming home once every month or two, maybe for five days, maybe a week, he's
never noticed or suspected anything. He would never have imagined it. At first, my father seemed a little awkward around my husband
, but I remained calm, and it passed. Now everything is normal. Even when my husband is home, I sometimes
act cute with my father; it's a habit I've had for years. Sometimes I playfully scold my father, but my husband won't let me.

Please don't judge what kind of woman I am. I hesitated for a long time before posting this just to express my feelings.
I know this is called "incest." Dear netizens: Have you ever done it?

URL 1:https://www.sexlove5.com/htmlBlog/197362.html

URL 2:/Blog.aspx?id=197362&aspx=1

Previous Page : [My Relationship with My Second Aunt]

Next Page : In the elevator with my girlfriend

增加

comment Open a new window to view comments

Contact Information

[I am my mother]

comment Open a new window to view comments