[My Oedipus Complex] (The End) [Author: Zui Hua Yin!!]

Author: Zui Hua Yin!!
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You're fucking your mother?
Have you ever seriously imagined your mother kneeling before you, licking your penis?
Have you ever fantasized about repaying the paradise that gave you birth with your hot, virginal first ejaculation?
If you're a normal man, you definitely have! Because it comes from nature, it's forbidden, it
allows a man to experience the greatest sense of conquest in the world, something no other woman can give
.
I've always considered myself a normal child with a normal family. However, unlike other fathers whose work
occasionally involves business trips, my father began spending long hours on the road during my adolescence.
He was a big shot in the company, a true frequent flyer.
Now... I can't recall what I did during those days or weeks, but
I was content and grateful for the comfortable life my father provided. My mother seemed to enjoy this wonderful life as well
, but I began to sense her unhappiness. My mother and I were already close before my father's promotion,
and thanks to the one-child policy, I was their only child.
My parents were quite young when I was born. My mother was nineteen, and my father was twenty-two. I think they probably
married because of me, and I'm so grateful to them for bringing me into this world and for always showering me with their love.
But as I grew up, I realized how beautiful my mother was. She is my mother, and I love her.
As my body matured, I began to... My friends and I were discussing puberty
, and I learned that my mother wasn't just any woman; she was not only beautiful but also sexy. I
was angry at my friends talking about my mother, but at the same time, I was proud to have such a mother. It was around this time that
I began to see her differently, to appreciate her.
That golden afternoon, bathed in the summer sunset, using a magazine a friend had stolen from his father,
I learned to masturbate! When I first saw semen gushing from my penis, I imagined my mother
wearing incredibly alluring clothes, remembering her holding me tightly, letting me rest against her beautiful breasts and kiss my
cheek. From that moment on, everything changed; all my stories with my mother began then. It was destined!
One dry night during my first year of high school, I was masturbating when my
mother suddenly pushed open the door to my room, completely unaware of my actions. When I turned to face her, my face was flushed, my fingers still tightly gripping
my penis, though I had stopped moving. She stared at my throbbing penis for what seemed like an eternity, then
mumbled a few words of apology before quickly turning and leaving, closing the door behind her. Caught in the act
, I resumed my activity, but this time, as I ejaculated, my mother's image was deeply etched into my mind
, an image I would never forget.
No one ever spoke of this, but there was clearly something unspoken between us
. At that time, my father... My father's business trips became more frequent, leading to more arguments between them. Many
times, when they thought I was asleep, I would hear their late-night arguments.
My father would slam the door shut and leave, leaving behind the roar of his car and my mother's
sobs in the room. Amidst these frequent arguments, I felt helpless. I don't know when it started, but my father
began leaving home without a word, ostensibly for business trips, but clearly in sync with their increasingly heated arguments
. My mother had started drinking, which worried me greatly. I wanted her to know that there was a man who
not only listened to her and didn't upset her, but was also deeply infatuated with her.
That night I will never forget, I leaned against the doorframe, my eyes adjusting to my father's... The light in my mother's bedroom was dim
. She'd been drinking again. I suggested she stop, lie down and rest, and she actually agreed,
pushing herself off the chair and staggering towards the bedroom. I followed to prevent her from falling. Of course, being honest
with myself was only one reason.
I could deceive my brain, but my eyes were honest. They were staring intently at my mother's swaying
hips, those perfect circles, as always, encased in her skirt, trembling with every step.
Before she lay down, I watched her take off her clothes.
Her fingers struggled for a moment on the buttons on the side of her skirt, but eventually unbuttoned them, and then she pulled
down the zipper. The beautiful skirt fell to the ground around her ankles. On the board, my eyes were fixed on her pink panties
, the tiny fabric seemingly just an ornament, yet concealing her most intimate parts. She bent down
to pick up her skirt, turning slightly to let me fully appreciate her curves for the first time.
Then, she stood up, placed the skirt on the back of the chair beside the bed, and slowly unbuttoned the front of her shirt
. I watched her fingers unbutton the shirt, quickly remove her bra, shrug, and her full
breasts, which had once nourished me, trembled, making my mouth water.
My mother glanced at me, then lowered her eyes, climbed onto the bed, rolled over, and stretched out her long, shapely legs. What followed
shocked me: as if I didn't exist, my mother's right hand fingers ran through her thigh...
She caressed my birthplace through her panties. My eyes softened as I admired her legs stretching out, one knee
rising, the hips slipping off the bedspread. Then, I noticed my mother's other hand grasping her breast
.
No matter how many times I'd watched my mother masturbate afterward, it never stopped arousing me, and this first
time was especially incredible.
I knew I should leave the bedroom and masturbate like crazy. But I cherished these few minutes; I was collecting
images, providing the most exquisite material for my cell phone! I wanted to permanently store this
moment in my mind. Even now, as I type these words, I can still feel the bulge in the front of my shorts. This first
scene is a precious memory, still vivid and alluring to me.
My mother's fingers gently kneaded her breasts, gently lifting her bare mounds, her other hand already
inside her panties, her fingers quickening their caresses. Her hips began to tremble with her fingers, her whole body
exuding an aura of insatiable desire. My mother glanced at me, and at that moment I knew that my
relationship with her had been deepened by love once again. I also understood that she wanted me to look at
her like this! This excited me immensely. She blinked, her eyes fixed on the bulge in my shorts
. I thought she wanted me to join her.
Suddenly, her hand leaving my breasts revealed two juicy sources, nipples erect. I
was overwhelmed with excitement. I thought I should pull out my penis so I could watch her masturbate, I could ejaculate next to her
!
I pulled down my shorts, and my hard penis sprang out. I immediately grasped it
in my hand, the throbbing sensation shooting through my brain! For so many years, my penis had once again
appeared openly and proudly before my mother. This moment felt like a ritual; years had passed, and the boy was finally returning home!
At that moment, my mother's eyes widened. She saw what I was doing; her fingers were moving rapidly
. She wanted to see my penis. I slowly masturbated, clearly aware that my mother's eyes were watching me
. She turned to face me, reaching out to pull down her panties. A breathtaking sight unfolded before my eyes; I finally
saw my birthplace, and I knew I would return there!
Seeing my mother completely naked for the first time was so beautiful! Through her, I felt as if I saw
the whole world! Her full breasts created a deep cleavage, and her thighs were bent to show off her beautiful
legs. I imagined myself in bed with her, caressing those sweet curves I had gazed upon countless times
. Many times, as we walked around the house, we would "accidentally" bump into each other—
a secret, surreal encounter.
My father never seemed to notice my attraction to my mother. What surprised me most was that he
didn't find her particularly alluring. I was certain he and my mother lived more like siblings than lovers
. I often wondered if my father was secretly gay,
finding pleasure in other men or boys like me, rather than in his beautiful and sexy wife.
Whenever I felt my mother's breasts pressed against my back, I suddenly became incredibly sensitive, immersing myself
completely in the sensation. I would naturally continue our conversation while remaining
physically sensitive, experiencing the gentle push of her breasts or the tingling sensation of her hips moving against my thighs.
Actually, a few weeks ago, worried about her drinking, I started following her into her
room. At first, seeing her unharmed, I left, but knowing she would soon undress, I kept my departure
time dragging on. I could hardly believe what was happening, but now, as she continued to remove
her underwear, I knew nothing could stop me from leaving.
Now my penis was erect, and my mother was completely naked in front of me for the first time, staring at my fingers while
touching herself. She frantically inserted her fingers between her thighs, and I could barely control myself; it was
so exciting. I increased the pressure on my penis; being so close, the feeling was unparalleled! Then
, unsurprisingly, I ejaculated. White semen spurted from my penis, and my mother
writhed wildly on the bed. I instinctively knew she had also reached orgasm!
The amount of semen I ejaculated decreased, but it continued. I grabbed the doorframe to steady myself, realizing for the first time that my
semen had splattered on the carpet in front of me, and simultaneously on the carpet in front of my mother. I wiped my relaxed
, still-sperm-covered penis with toilet paper. Then I knelt on the floor and began wiping the carpet. I could hear my mother's breathing
calm down. I glanced up and saw her lying on the bed, eyes closed. After the release of alcohol and sex
, my mother should be asleep. I slowly stood up, turned, and left. I didn't know
where this situation would lead in my relationship with my mother, but it was clear that we had reached a new level today.
While I was watching TV in the study, my mother came in with a glass of red wine. It was four o'clock in the afternoon, and
I knew that my mother had already drunk quite a bit. I noticed her clothes were wrinkled, her shirt wasn't fully tucked
into her skirt, her legs were bare instead of wearing stockings as usual, and her hair was a little messy.
She sat down on the sofa next to me, turning slightly towards me, which made her slender, beautiful thighs even more alluring.
By then, I had already seen my mother completely naked, so her sitting on the sofa didn't
particularly shock me. I glanced in her direction, she smiled at me, and then I continued watching TV.
She said something I didn't hear, so I turned back to look at her. But my gaze fell on her chest
; ever since I saw my mother naked on her bed, I'd been fantasizing about her deep cleavage.
"What are you looking at?" my mother said with a slightly coquettish tone, which made me realize she had drunk quite a bit.
"A beauty pageant," I turned my gaze to the TV program, which featured half a dozen hot beauties, mostly wearing the most inconspicuous swimsuits. When the swimsuit segment began, the contestants clearly 　　displayed their hot figures
to the audience .

Just then, I heard my mother's laughter. "Hot girl, huh?" I noticed my mother stand up and move closer to
me. I could see her skirt had ridden up again, her panties barely visible. I was already
aroused by the TV program, but my mother's appearance really ignited my hormones. After all, just two nights ago, I
had seen what paradise looked like from my mother.
My penis was about to explode, and I realized I didn't need to hide my excitement anymore. I looked up
and met my mother's eyes. As our eyes met, my mother began to unbutton
the last few buttons on her shirt. I didn't know what the future held, but I knew what was going to happen now, and this
was the future I had hoped for countless times—the future had arrived!
I looked down at my mother as she slowly pulled one side of her shirt off her body, revealing her full breasts
.
"You like big-breasted girls, don't you, son!" My mother's hand grasped her breast, gently kneading it. Watching
my mother display her allure in front of me for the first time, my penis was about to explode inside my jeans. My mother's question
didn't need an answer; the facts were already clear.
After finishing the last sip of wine, I gently placed the glass on the table, then tossed my clothes off my shoulder and
tossed them aside. At that moment, my mother's breasts, adorned with an exquisite bra, were revealed to me.
"Do they look good?" my mother asked with a smile, cradling my childhood sweet spot in her hands. This question, too, didn't need
an answer.
"Son, do you think I could be on TV?" my mother continued to smile, leaning
against me.
"There must be many mothers on Fantasy Island, and many boys like you must have fantasies about their mothers, right?"
I understood my mother's whimsical thoughts; I had inherited them. So these questions didn't need answers.
But now we were on the verge of crossing a line. We knew what we were doing, and we knew it would
n't be understood, but we were both excited. More importantly, I could bring my mother happiness, which made me
feel like I had truly become a man!
I gazed at my mother's beautiful breasts as she gently pressed her body against my legs. I reached out and
adjusted my jeans. This action didn't escape my mother's notice. Her fingers
slid along the inside of my thigh. I knew exactly where her fair hands were going and desperately wanted them to move quickly.
"Poor child, does it hurt here?" My mother's hand, through my clothes, grasped my penis, not too hard,
not too light, a tingling sensation spreading throughout my body. Then my mother began to rub it, and I involuntarily cried out.
"Maybe a kiss from Mom will make you feel better." Her fingers found the zipper and began to pull it down.
At that moment, I wanted time to stop, to stay in this fantasy forever, but I had no idea
what I should do. Should I help my mother unzip her pants? Or should I caress her body, repaying the breasts that had once nourished me
? When the zipper opened, my penis instantly sprang out. Then she unbuttoned her waistband, stood up,
turned to face me, and pulled down my jeans.
Seeing my penis so completely pressed against my mother's hand for the first time, I involuntarily trembled in her hands
. My mother looked up, slightly smug, at me, full of alluring charm. The excitement in her eyes,
the blush on her cheeks, and her moist, sensual lips were all the most beautiful things in the world.
"Trust Mom, it'll feel better this way," Mom's words left me breathless. As I gazed at
her beautiful face, Mom lowered her head, and my penis, in this slightly chilly afternoon, felt as if it were being
baptized by holy light. Mom's hand cradled my penis, and she gently kissed it. In my long years, in
my day and night fantasies, this kiss gave meaning to their existence; those lonely nights blossomed into
radiant flowers today.
Do you know what this scene means? A boy, his penis touching a woman's lips for the first time
, and it was from his mother. In the endless days to come, no matter how difficult
the situation this man faces, he will bravely shoulder his responsibilities, because he has possessed the most beautiful and precious thing in the world
, and he must bear it all!
This kiss was just the beginning; Mom naturally opened her sensual lips, enveloping my penis. My penis
and my mother's tongue began their first intimate embrace. I stared wide-eyed at her lips, watching them kiss
my penis until it reached its full size. Enjoying the warm embrace of her lips, her tongue swirling
around, I wanted to shout that I was the happiest person in the world! This feeling was beyond the power
of imagination! It felt
as if the softest hands in the world were caressing me, bringing me moisture, warmth, and the gentlest sucking
sensation, making me both wild and calm! My mother's mouth slowly released my penis. The moment her lips
parted from my glans, as if saying goodbye, she kissed it again, then opened her mouth,
raised her head, and gazed deeply into my eager eyes, smiling.
"Is it better now?" I calmed my breathing, all I could do was offer the same satisfied smile,
but I shook my head. I wanted more than just that! I wanted my mother, I wanted the boy to return home,
to once again crawl into the warmest place in the world!
Time seemed to have vanished; memories from over a decade flashed by like a movie, yet also felt like they happened just
yesterday. My penis was still throbbing with desire; if we finished now, I would definitely give it a good rub
. The things that had happened so far, beyond my wildest imagination, had made me afraid to even hope for more; I just
craved it intensely! Then, Mom knelt down in front of me, parted my legs, and buried her face in my erect penis
.
I looked down at Mom, gazing at her beautiful face beneath my penis. Her breasts were firm and shapely, like
exquisitely crafted jade, a masterpiece of art, a national treasure. Her tongue once again entwined with the head of my penis; I felt
it was about to explode. Mom was watching me too; I knew she knew
what I was doing. Her gaze was like comforting a child crying after school about being bullied, yet also revealing the satisfaction of a successful prank.
Overjoyed and triumphant, my buttocks trembled on the sofa, and my legs involuntarily spread wider.
My mother's head began to throb, giving me an incredibly wonderful feeling.
Heroes yearn to conquer the world; I yearn to conquer my mother. My mother is my whole world!!! My
mother gripped my penis tightly with one hand and supported my scrotum with the other. Over a decade of life experience
wasn't enough for me to fully understand the world, but I knew I was experiencing
the most beautiful and joyful thing in the world. Only this time, my mother wouldn't see my ejaculating torrent.
She would feel it, with her tongue, with her mouth!!! This thought brought me to the
brink of climax, and I let out a huge groan as hot, thick semen gushed into my mother's sucking mouth. I
watched her swallow my semen, amazed that she would do such a thing, and infinitely grateful that she would do it.
This was the first time I, as a son, had repaid my mother, and I hoped she wouldn't be disappointed by my recklessness! My mother
continued to suckle, the warm sensation washing over me like a tide. My penis had stopped ejaculating, but the surging
feeling grew more and more intense until I could no longer bear it.
My hands, which had been unsure where to go, tried to lift my mother's head. She slowly raised her mouth until her sensual
lips released my glans. The semen clinging to her lips hadn't separated from my penis. She
kissed me one last time, her tongue swirling around the tip of my penis, catching the last spurt of semen. She swallowed quickly
, her eyes fixed on me, her lips still wet with semen, smiling at me. I was momentarily mesmerized!
I lay on the cushion, feeling completely drained of energy and semen. I watched my mother slowly stand up, reminding
her to be careful. The person before me was my mother, who gave me life and raised me, the closest person to me in the world. She had just
given me the most unbelievable and wonderful orgasm in the world! She made a boy into a strong and
upright man! She gave a man the whole world!
After Mom stood up, she didn't leave. I didn't know what she was thinking. Then she knelt on the sofa,
placing one leg on my lap and pressing her body against me. Her firm breasts pressed tightly against my chest,
her soft panties rubbing against my penis. My penis, having undergone an intense test and a powerful release
, was still sensitive enough to feel the smooth silk and skin rubbing against me.
I tried to open my arms and hug my mother back, enjoying her embrace, my hands finding her perfect waist and
gently caressing it. Then I grasped her firm breasts, longing to taste her sweet milk again
.
I felt her lips on my neck, knowing she still had desire. I didn't know what would happen
, but I sensed she expected me to play a role in this. As her bra strap slipped down, I felt
Mom also sway slightly. It turned out that in her eyes, for her son, my once beloved breasts,
this source of nectar, gave her a greater stimulation than the paradise I had dreamed of.
I gazed at my mother's face, at the way she looked at me, and pulled down her bra, revealing her incredible
breasts. Then, my mother's hand grasped mine, placing it on her full breasts. I carefully
spread my fingers, grasping these exquisite treasures that belonged to me for the first time, then gently stroking and kneading them.
To my surprise, I felt my penis begin to stir with new life beneath my mother's waist. It must be
destiny; my mother was my penis's natural aphrodisiac, and my penis would be the most effective
tool to comfort her. Lost in thought, I slightly raised my buttocks from the mat.
I gazed at my mother's face; she looked at me, but her eyes were unfocused. She suddenly bent over, revealing a sensual
smile. As her lips drew near, I could smell the scent of red wine. I had never seriously considered
kissing my mother before, but the thought now excited me intensely, perhaps because at the same moment,
the same fluid from my penis flowed between my mother's thighs.
Our lips met, and I responded eagerly. However, I was instantly shocked. When my mother's tongue slid into my mouth
, I tasted my own semen, which almost instantly revived my penis.
As my mother's tongue danced in my mouth, I felt like I was melting. My reaction also aroused my mother
's emotions; she kissed me even deeper and more passionately! At the same time, my mother began to lower herself, her fingers sliding over
my stomach until she firmly grasped my penis, ready for another round!
I instinctively knew what she was thinking and was also very much looking forward to it. Through her underwear, my mother made her
first intimate contact between my penis and my birthplace. We stopped kissing, and I stared at my mother's face. Her eyes
were wide open with excitement! When did my mother start having sex with men? I didn't know
the answer to that question, but I knew that what my mother and I were doing now was taboo, and that excited me.
The so-called intolerance by the world is merely intolerance by moralists. There is no love in the world that is intolerable to the world
, and even if it is, I don't care. A man stands tall and upright; why should he care about worldly opinions!
I could feel my mother's panties being pulled to the side. Without warning, my penis was suddenly being
caressed by soft, tender flesh. The soft folds of her flesh were completely different from the lips that had just kissed me so affectionately. Although I had never
had sex before, it was an old place for me, and I quickly adapted.
My mother's knees bent, and her soft, warm, and moist vagina tightened little by little, seemingly
swallowing my entire body. In extreme comfort and pleasure, I couldn't help but groan loudly. "I love you,
Mom!!!"
At that moment, I knew I was home. After more than ten years of growing up, the lonely boy had
returned home, back to the place where he was born, this warm and passionate place, the safest and most
comfortable place in the world, a place where he could let down his guard and be carefree. In this lifetime, I believe this
memory of my first trip home will stay with me until I grow old. My deep love for my mother will endure through endless time and space!
My mother knew what she was doing; she wasn't forced. She truly loved me, not just as a child.
There was also the pleasure of love between a man and a woman. This love will forever remain in my heart, unchanged by the passage of time!
My mother's buttocks began to sway back and forth on me, stirring my penis deep inside her vagina. I stared
at her, my eyes moving from her face to her trembling breasts. My mother straddled my penis, her eyes filled with
excitement, her hands gripping my shoulders tightly. From the increasingly excited expression on her face, I could
see that she was getting closer and closer to her ultimate goal. On one hand, I tried to remain steadfast, and on the other hand, I
felt gratified that I could give my mother such intense pleasure! But my mother's arousal was contagious; under her frenzied rhythm
, I felt like I was flying in the sky.
Suddenly, my mother leaned down, and we kissed again. My tongue began to actively enter my mother's mouth,
and at the same time, I began to suck on my mother's tongue, just as her vagina was now doing to my penis. When we
stopped kissing, my mother began to scream and slam her round buttocks against my penis. I also began to actively
meet my mother's thrusts, and the violent movement caused us to roll off the sofa onto the floor.
But we were still entangled! I could now see my mother's beautiful thighs, and my body could finally
move freely. In my mother's eyes, I saw her urgent need; she longed for liberation, and
this was the first time in her life that her son had brought her this relief.
Holding my penis, facing my imagined paradise, I began my thrusting. "Mom, rest now,
let your son serve you, bring you pleasure, let you experience that long-lost orgasm!"
Under the dual stimulation of body and mind, I felt like I was about to explode, and finally, I couldn't control myself and
ejaculated inside my mother's vagina! My mother's buttocks suddenly tightened around me, and she began to scream wildly,
her hands tightly holding me, a surge of heat washing over my entire body. I collapsed onto my mother, panting as I looked
at my satisfied mother.
We, mother and son, remained entwined like this, lying on the ground for who knows how long. When my breathing slowly
returned to normal, my penis finally slid out of my mother's body. When I looked up, my mother's eyes
were closed; she was asleep.
I longed to know how much of today's experience my mother would remember, how much it meant to her, and
whether our relationship could continue like this forever. But I smiled. For me, this forbidden,
unrestrained passion was something I had always dreamed of, and now I had it.
I slowly stood up, admiring the person sleeping peacefully. She was my mother, my woman
, my most precious treasure in the world.
I knew I would love her, for all eternity!

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