Mom, your son will always love you.

That year, I was just eighteen. Having read many novels about incestuous relationships between mothers and sons online, I
developed a stirring in my heart and wanted to have sex with my mother. Firstly, like many novels, my family situation was different. My father
had died in a work accident a few years prior, leaving only my mother and me at home. Over the years, some women had introduced potential partners to my mother
, but she refused, saying I was too young.
Speaking of my mother, she was absolutely beautiful when she was young, with a fair complexion, big, chubby
eyes, and a plump, white body. Now, as she's older, she's gained weight, standing at 1.7 meters tall and
weighing a good 150 pounds. It was precisely this plumpness that fueled my fantasies, because my mother had a large
, swaying buttocks that trembled slightly as she walked—it was absolutely adorable. In my fantasies, my mother was naked,
lying on the bed, and I sat beside her, thoroughly enjoying her beautiful, large, plump buttocks.
After reading novels about incest between mother and son, I learned that women in their forties need men. I thought maybe my mother,
even without seeking a man, wanted to have sex with her son; it was just that this unspoken understanding hadn't been broken
. I wanted to break that unspoken understanding. However, things didn't go smoothly because I couldn't find my mother's masturbation aids, nor did I
see her masturbating, which disappointed me greatly. But I firmly believed that my mother needed a man.
Letting her read articles about incest between mother and son seemed like a good idea. So I deliberately left the articles on the computer
, but to my disappointment, my mother never went online. I then taught her how to use the internet, and she eventually saw
the articles. But she didn't know I had left them for her; she thought it was unintentional. However,
she was unusually angry about me browsing pornographic websites, scolded me severely, and forbade me from going online anymore. I felt so pathetic.
After that, I tried my best to prevent my mother from seeing the incestuous novels I read online, but she still found out.
That day, she slapped me, her face turning red with anger. That day, I don't know where I got the strength, but I went up to my mother and
begged for sex. My mother immediately understood what I meant and struggled fiercely, kicking me off the bed. I really
didn't expect a mother to act like a lioness to protect herself; it seems the seduction
techniques in novels don't work in my house.
I knelt down before my mother and apologized. When I mentioned that my mother also needed a man, she
became angry and started hitting me again. I let her hands lash my face, not flinching, my eyes
fixed on her. When she got tired of hitting me, she ran crying to her room, closed the door, and cried. I knew
my offensive against my mother had completely failed; I felt so embarrassed.
These past few days, my mother's coldness and my awkward situation made me contemplate suicide. I wrote a suicide note to my mother
. I don't remember the details now, but the gist was that I was sorry to her, that I
had read inappropriate novels and developed malicious intentions towards her. I ended by writing: "You are my good mother, I hope I
can be your son again in the next life." Then, with a knife tucked into my pocket, I left home.
It was late at night. I stood on the bridge, looking at the river. One jump, and my life would end.
My mind was in turmoil. I remembered I was eighteen and had never even been with a woman. I felt incredibly frustrated. Suddenly,
I thought, why not rape a woman before I die? That way, I wouldn't have any regrets. With that thought, I stepped off the bridge.
Perhaps my resolve moved the heavens, for someone was indeed approaching in the distance. It was too dark to see clearly, but I
thought to myself, "I hope it's a woman, I don't care her age or appearance, as long as I succeed. If
it's a man, I'll rob him of his belongings and leave them at my mother's doorstep. Maybe she'll find
some comfort in that."
As the person approached, I yelled, "Don't move, or I'll stab you to death!" The person said, "Oh, it's Xiaoqiang
! Your mom has been looking so hard for you!" It turned out to be my mom. My mom walked over and said, "You silly child,
don't do anything foolish. Why are you robbing people here?" Seeing it was my mom, I was speechless. My mom said, "
Come on, come home with me. You can do whatever you want." My mom took my hand. I said, "Mom,
I'm so sorry. I have no face to live anymore." My mom smiled and said, "Let's talk about it at home."
I was mechanically pulled away by my mom.
When we got home, my mom served me food and told me to eat. At that moment, I really had no appetite and just
kept my head down and didn't say anything. My mom said gently, "Eat up. Mom is waiting for you in your room." I looked up at my mom,
but she didn't look at me. Tears were on her face as she turned and swayed her big hips into her room. My mother actually
agreed, but I could tell she was reluctant. She only agreed to prevent me from taking my own life. Faced with such great
maternal love, how could I bear to betray her? But I really love my mother. This is a golden opportunity; if
I give it up, I'll never have another. My mind was in turmoil,
torn between going and not going. Finally, I couldn't resist and pushed open my mother's bedroom door.
The light was off, only a beam of streetlight shone in, revealing my mother covered with a sheet.
I softly called "Mom," but she didn't answer. My thoughts were still struggling, but lust
ultimately triumphed over reason. My heart pounded. I gently got into bed, lifted the blanket, and saw my mother
lying on her back in her pajamas. I touched her large breasts; she didn't resist. So I slipped my hand inside her
pajamas and touched a woman's vagina for the first time. My mother didn't react at all, only slightly tugging at her buttocks as
I pulled down my pants.
I took off my pants, my penis already hard. I knelt between my mother's thighs, aiming at her
vaginal opening. But, unbelievably, I ejaculated the moment I touched her. In the streetlight's glow, I
could see my semen splattered on her pubic hair. My mother didn't say anything, but sat up and wiped herself with her underwear. I
said, "Mom, I'm sorry, I'll go back to my room." My mother said, "Wait a little longer," and then
lay back down.
About half an hour later, my penis was hard again. I knelt between my mother's legs again, trying to
insert my penis, but since it was my first time doing this, I couldn't find the entrance and just thrust randomly. My mother
reached down and helped me find the entrance. My mother's vagina wasn't as wet as described in novels; it was dry.
Damn, it was so hard to insert my penis. I didn't even know how to push it in a little, pull it out, and then push it in again
. I just rammed it in hard, and Mom gritted her teeth and endured the pain. Thinking about it now, I really feel sorry for Mom. Later, as I was thrusting,
Mom's vagina gradually became slippery. I fucked her about a hundred times before I finally ejaculated
inside her. Afterwards, I got off Mom, panting heavily, staring blankly at the ceiling. Mom got up, still wiping herself with her
underwear, and said, "Go back to your room!"
During the day, Mom cooked for me as usual, but she was silent, as if I didn't exist. Sometimes
when our eyes met, Mom would quickly look away, her fair face slightly flushed. I felt
awkward too, wanting to say something to Mom, but I couldn't find a topic. Sometimes I would say, "Mom, I'm sorry."
Mom would just hum and turn away, swaying her large buttocks.
That evening, I went to my mother's room again and whispered, "Mom, may I come in?"
My mother didn't answer, which was tacit consent. I went in and, as usual, untied the covers. I knew absolutely nothing about foreplay
; I just pulled down my mother's pajama bottoms. My mother still gave a slight thrust of her hips in response, and I still
thrust my penis hard into her vagina. Then my mother got up to wipe herself and sent me back to her room. It wasn't
like the stories in novels where my mother was portrayed as wanton. Every night I would go into my mother's room like this and make love to her. My mother
never let me kiss her, nor did she ever hug me. Every time
, there were tears on her face. This went on for about two months. One night, I really wanted to touch my mother's buttocks. I said,
"Mom, may I hug you?" My mother didn't answer, so I put my arm under her neck and used
my right hand to turn her to her side. My hand touched her soft buttocks; they felt so good. I didn't want to
let go and touched them for a long time. Just like when I was a child, I took my mother's breast into my mouth and sucked on it.
My mother began to respond, moaning. Then I touched her vagina, and it was indeed
wet. It was then that I understood the foreplay of sex, and I successfully inserted my penis. This
time, my mother had an orgasm, hugging me and moaning. I was so ashamed that I thought she was in pain and stopped moving;
now I feel so sorry for her.
Since my mother had that orgasm, I also learned the foreplay of sex, always sucking her breasts and touching her buttocks
.
But I still didn't understand when my mother orgasmed. Finally, when she cried out, "Harder!" I realized
that my mother needed me to fuck her hard during her orgasm. Gradually, I was able to give my mother an orgasm every time. My mother
started communicating with me, teaching me how to do the foreplay. She said her breasts were the sexiest; as long as I sucked on them,
she would get wet, making penetration easier. Finally, one day, my mother kissed me. That day was
the most pleasurable time I ever had with my mother.
One day, I turned on the light, wanting to see what my mother's vagina looked like. She covered it tightly with both hands,
refusing to let me see and telling me to turn the light off immediately. I knew that if I didn't listen to her, she
would refuse to have sex with me. But I asked her to lie down, and she agreed. Her buttocks were snow-white and plump. I
pressed my face against them, kissed them, and played with them with my hands; it felt so good.
My mother started talking to me, mostly about my studies, never mentioning sex. This was her way of telling
me that since she had sex with me, my grades would improve. I worked hard, and I
made it into the top ten in the final exams. That day, my mother was very happy. In the restaurant, she hugged me and said, "You
can do whatever you want tonight." I naturally asked to see her vagina, and she agreed.
One day, my mother was off work, while I had to go to school. Suddenly, she asked, "Are those articles about mothers and sons on the computer all
true?" Her face turned red. I naturally said they were all true. Mom said, "I want to see, but I can't find
it." I happily turned on the computer, found a porn site, and showed Mom some articles about incest between mothers and sons
.
Mom's face immediately turned red, and she said, "Go away, I won't read it while you're home." I left with a smile,
but I knew that the mother-son sex that night would be very pleasurable.
When I got home from school, I was eager to know Mom's opinion on those articles, but she wouldn't say,
which really worried me. I had no choice but to swallow my pride and ask, "Mom, what did you think of those articles?"
Mom's face immediately turned red, and she said, "I was cleaning the house, I didn't have time to read." Just as I was about to give up
, Mom said again, "They're all made-up stories, there's no such thing as a mother and son like that." I laughed
loudly and said, "Mom, you should still read it." Mom was exposed, her face red, and she said fiercely, "You
brat, you let your mother read this garbage novel, I'll beat you to death!" She then punched me with her small fist. I hugged
my mother, rubbing her bottom, and said, "Come on, let's go to my room, okay?" My mother nodded. This was the first time I had sex with my mother in my
room, and now she was completely open; she was willing to have sex with her son.
The next morning, I went to school as usual, and my mother said, "Are you just leaving like this?" I was confused by her question
and looked at her. My mother said, "Aren't you going to kiss me before you leave?" I understood what my mother meant, so I went up, hugged
my mother, and kissed her. Of course, I still touched my mother's big bottom with both hands. From then on, whether I was leaving for school
or coming home from school, I would kiss my mother and touch her bottom. My mother would always touch my penis and say, "You're so
pathetic, you're still hard even while hugging your mother."
Since we were having normal sex, we would naturally try some positions, so we often watched movies, and I
would specifically find movies about incest between mother and son for my mother to watch. After seeing this, Mom would always say, "Such an old woman,
and this young man is doing it so enthusiastically!" I'd say, "Mom, I don't mind that you're ugly." Mom would chuckle and playfully punch me,
saying, "You're so good with words." Then, we'd make love in the positions we saw in the movies. If there was
a scene of oral sex in the movie, we'd do that too. The first time I ejaculated into Mom's mouth, she felt nauseous and wanted to vomit, so she hurriedly
wiggled her big butt and ran to the toilet. But to be honest, I really enjoyed ejaculating in Mom's mouth. Watching her
with my penis between my legs, her big eyes looking up at me, made me incredibly excited.
I've asked my mom how she and dad had sex, but she never answers. She just scolds
me, scaring me so much I never dare ask again. I've also asked her if she's had sex with any other men besides my dad
. She gets very angry and won't speak to me for two days. I had to say a lot of nice things before I could get my penis
back in her vagina. She said, "If you ask me these stupid questions again, don't touch me." And she
meant it; I really didn't dare ask again. Unlike incestuous novels where the mother tells her son
about her past , my
mom is a very dignified person. During sex, she never says things like in novels, "Son, do you like
fucking Mommy? Mommy loves having your big cock fuck her." Sometimes when I do, she gets angry
, tells me to get off, and then I have to say a lot of nice things before we can finish. My mother's orgasms were like crying
; her most frequent phrase was "Harder!" There were no other obscene words, but her arms would hold
me tightly.
Sometimes after intercourse, she would mutter to herself, "It's strange, I can orgasm with my son."
A year passed in the blink of an eye. I could have gotten into a better university, but considering I wanted to have sex with my mother,
I went to a university in the city. By then, my mother couldn't bear to be apart from me anymore and agreed. I didn't
live at school anymore; I took the bus home every day, and when I got home, I had sex with my mother. I always said, "Mom, I really
love your big ass." My mother would jokingly say, "Isn't it all because of you, you little bastard?"
My mother is my mother; she hates calling her son "husband," but when I fucked her, I liked to call her "wife
."
My mother always got angry, but after a while, she stopped caring, though she never agreed. I begged my mother
to call me "husband," but she never did. I didn't care anymore; after all, my mother was my woman.
During university, I got my driver's license, and my mom arranged to buy me a car. My dad's work injury compensation wasn't much, but
it was enough to buy a used car for only 70,000 to 80,000 yuan. The car was also very fuel-efficient, so I wouldn't have to squeeze onto the bus to go home anymore. I
could also take my mom on trips regularly; since she paid for everything, I didn't feel bad about it. Every time we went somewhere,
I wanted to have sex with my mom. She also enjoyed having sex in public, but she was worried about people finding out.
With this car, girls started pursuing me. I told my mom, and she looked jealous, so I had
to reject all their advances. I noticed that whenever a girl called me, my mom looked disappointed
. But now she's paying attention to her appearance; it seems she's trying to compete with these girls for me. At this point, I had the upper hand in the conversation
, while my mom carefully attended to me. Actually, I also wanted to find a girlfriend and experience the taste of a young
woman, but I couldn't upset my mom, so I still refused to associate with any girls.
Because I was a good student, I found a good job after graduation, earning a good monthly income. That year, my mother
was already fifty years old. Facing the strange looks people gave me, she finally became afraid of suspicion and
urged me to find a girlfriend and get married. I lied to my mother, saying, "I only love you." My mother said, "If you say that,
people will doubt our relationship." I thought my mother was right. My mother also said, "Let me tell you, don't
forget your mother after you have a wife." It seems that I can still have sex with my mother after I get married.
A girl at my workplace pursued me. She was very beautiful and slender. I took her virginity, and she became
attached to me. I just went with the flow. The first time I brought her home, my mother
was obviously jealous. She said to me behind my back, "She's so beautiful, will you still want to be with me?" I pinned my mother down and had
a wild fucking session. After that, I said, "Mom, don't worry, I treat you as my wife, and she's just someone I borrowed to have a
child." My mother was very grateful to me. She kissed me on the lips for the first time and called me "husband." I was very excited at that moment and
had sex with my mother again.
After getting married, I always looked for opportunities to have sex with my mother. At this time, my mother was very rational, saying, "Let's try
to do it less often, so your wife doesn't find out." While I was having sex with her, I said, "Mom, you know what? It
feels better with you than with her." My mother blushed and said, "You're so good with words, so sweet-talking." After we finished, I
still touched my mother's big buttocks; she liked it that way.
My wife got pregnant, and my mother-in-law was worried that having sex during her pregnancy would be bad for her daughter and the baby, so she sent my wife
back to her parents' house. This gave my mother and me another opportunity to have sex. During these days, my mother and I had
sex wildly, and I don't know how much sperm I ejaculated into her vagina. My mother was naturally very happy, but she also secretly lamented how quickly time passed,
and that once the baby was a month old, we would have to secretly have sex again.
But my wife has always been at odds with my mother and doesn't like coming to her house, which was a good opportunity. Every few days, I
would visit my mother, sending my precious sperm into her vagina and mouth. My wife found out about this,
and I don't know how angry or jealous she became.
As my child grows up, my mother grows older, her hair turns gray, and her libido isn't what it
used to be. But I still love making love with my mother, because when my penis is inside her vagina, I feel
warmth. Mom, your son will always love you. I love your breasts, I love your ass, and I love your vagina even more. I
will remember our love, and I hope our love will last forever. Mom, you must love your son too,
and you must love your son's penis even more, because it is your son's penis that fills that emptiness in you. Mom, your son
loves to fuck you, I love to fuck my own mother.
[The End
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