I fell in love with my biological mother

I (20 years old) have been hopelessly in love with my mother (40 years old) for three years now.
I see her as a living, breathing, alluring, mature woman, not just a mother figure.
One day in PE class, the girls were practicing high jump. Our PE teacher happened to be sick, and a woman in her thirties substituted. She demonstrated for the girls first, and I noticed that her well-proportioned and athletic figure, her full breasts bouncing as she ran and jumped, was incredibly attractive. Her legs were also long and white, very beautiful and sexy.
This scene left such a deep impression on me that I couldn't stop thinking about it even after I got home. When my mother opened the door to my room, I was shocked to find that she was not only more beautiful than the teacher but also more feminine. Her breasts and long legs were incredibly sexy. From that moment on, I fell in love with my mother.
For the next few months, I was tormented by this unrequited love, unable to eat or sleep. I would often stare at my mother for hours, and when no one was home, I would take out her clothes and masturbate. My mother loves me very much, and we often have physical contact. I struggled to control myself, almost to the point of collapse.
Finally, I couldn't resist anymore. My father happened to be away on a business trip for a day, and driven by a crazy idea, that evening I deliberately asked my mother to cook more dishes and bought a bottle of wine for us to drink together. Shortly after dinner, my mother said she was very sleepy and went to bed early. I patiently waited for half an hour, guessing that she was sound asleep, then locked the front door, turned off the lights, and went to my mother's room.
I was both terrified and excited; desire overcame reason. I got into bed and carefully undressed my mother. I very, very carefully kissed her lips, my heart pounding, afraid that she would suddenly wake up. But she didn't wake up. I also touched my mother's breasts and thighs; this was my first time touching a woman's body.
I also gently kissed my mother's genitals and touched her vaginal opening with my tongue. Throughout the whole process, I was both excited and terrified. I loved my mother's legs, so I kissed almost her entire lower body, especially licking her feet for a long time. Seeing that she didn't wake up even after I licked her feet, I figured she was fast asleep, so I stripped naked and pressed myself against her.
The feeling of being in full contact with her was incredibly warm. My penis immediately touched her vaginal opening; the soft, slightly warm sensation made me almost ejaculate. I quickly lifted myself up and ejaculated onto her stomach. Perhaps due to nervousness, I felt extremely tired, and my penis wouldn't get hard again. Therefore, that night I touched my mother's body but didn't actually have sex with her.
I deeply regretted losing this opportunity, because for the next three years I never had such a chance again. My father never went on business trips again, and I didn't dare take that risk. My love for my mother grew stronger every day.
About a month ago, I went to a forum for incestuous relationships, and someone said he had slept with my mother, starting with rape, and kept encouraging me to rape her. I was swayed by him. It was a little past 5 a.m. on a Saturday. I was bursting with excitement and decided to take advantage of the fact that my dad was out hiking every Saturday morning and my mom was home alone.
It was just barely dawn. I sat in front of the computer for another hour or so until finally my dad got up. He quickly ate some milk and bread and left. Hearing him close his bedroom door, I was overwhelmed with excitement. I immediately shut down the computer and took off my clothes in my room, encouraging myself as I did so. No matter what the outcome, even if it meant death, I had to make love to my mom and have her.
I approached my mom's bedside and saw her sleeping soundly on her side. In the morning light, her profile was incredibly beautiful. I carefully and nervously climbed into bed and lay down next to her. My heart was pounding uncontrollably.
Because it was summer, my mom was only wearing a loose, somewhat see-through nightgown, and I could vaguely see that she was only wearing underwear underneath. I carefully lifted my mother's skirt, revealing her snow-white, full buttocks. I reached down and pulled her white panties down to her ankles without her noticing. Just as I was secretly relieved, my mother suddenly turned over. I was stunned, as if struck by lightning. Time seemed to stand still. I saw my mother's eyelashes tremble, tremble. Finally, my worst fear came true: my mother slowly opened her beautiful eyes.
That moment seemed to last a thousand years.
Looking into my mother's familiar, beautiful eyes, I didn't know what to do. I truly felt an immense fear within me. I knew I was facing the most important choice of my life, and I didn't know which way to go, even though I had made up my mind beforehand. At that moment, I clearly saw a look of confusion flash in my mother's eyes, and her sexy red lips parted slightly, about to utter the syllable "you." If I had been hesitant and uncertain before, then my mother's small movement spurred me to make my final decision. I knew the consequences if she cried out. I acted swiftly.
Before she could utter a sound, my lips sealed hers. I decisively pressed down on her, using my feet to spread her legs. My mother stared wide-eyed, stunned for a full minute, then terror filled her eyes. She twisted her body, flailing her arms, desperately trying to break free from my control, making muffled sounds. At that moment, I couldn't care less about anything else; I only desperately wanted to merge with my mother's warm body. The
unprecedented stimulation and fear brought my desire to its peak, and I anxiously searched for an outlet.
My mother struggled more and more frantically, her breathing becoming increasingly rapid. My lips brushed against my mother's cheek, and I felt two streams of salty tears streaming down her face. I involuntarily sat up, looking at her. Her eyes were slightly closed, and the teardrops at the corners of her eyes filled me with both pity and love, almost making me abandon any further thoughts of assaulting her. Just as I was caught in this internal struggle, I suddenly felt myself enter a warm, moist new world, a feeling so comforting it made me want to cry. My mother, as if struck by lightning, stood there stunned, her eyes wide open, staring at me in disbelief, her body stiffening instantly. Instinctively,
I began to thrust. Although this was my first experience, I had already learned how to do it from books and movies. My chest overflowed with happiness and joy. At that moment, I completely forgot where I was, only knowing that I was floating in a paradise of pleasure. I couldn't control my pleasure at all, and in the ecstasy of my ejaculation, I tasted an unprecedented climax. I lay limply on top of my mother. She seemed too lazy to push me away, so I lay there quietly. After a while, I felt my mother's chest heaving, and then I heard a low, suppressed sob. My mother was crying.
I felt guilty and flustered, and hurriedly sat up. I saw that my mother's face was already covered in tears. I panicked and wanted to comfort her, but I didn't know what to say. I just timidly called out, "Mom, Mom."
My mother turned her face away, ignoring me, her body trembling even more violently from crying.
I really didn't know what to do, and an overwhelming sense of regret welled up inside me. I felt embarrassed to find myself still on top of my mother, and feeling rather pointless, I sheepishly got off and lay down on one side.
My mother turned her body towards the inside of the bed, her shoulders shaking violently as she cried silently. I reached out and gently touched my mother's shoulder, but she turned away. I reached out again, but she dodged again. I simply pressed my whole body against her and hugged her tightly. My mother struggled slightly, but realizing how determined I was, she stopped moving.
I felt a mix of regret and pity, but I found my desire rising again; my penis hardened, pressing against my mother's buttocks. My mother must have noticed the change in my body, consciously trying to pull away. I figured since we'd already done it once, doing it again wouldn't hurt, so I turned her body around and pressed down on her again.
My mother panicked, clenching her fists and punching and hitting me. Ignoring her resistance and struggle, I used my legs to spread her tightly closed legs and entered her once more.
I kissed my mother haphazardly as I thrust into her. Each thrust elicited a soft moan from her, and each powerful stroke made her full, white breasts bounce. Every friction with her body filled me with intense pleasure; I felt her body growing increasingly wet, making penetration easier. Unaware of the importance of pausing before continuing, I thrust relentlessly until I reached the pinnacle of pleasure.
After my cathartic ejaculation, I was shocked to find my mother still breathing heavily, her eyes slightly closed, her mons pubis still arched upwards, trying to press closer to my body. Her face was flushed and slightly sweaty. I knelt between her legs, gazing silently at her beautiful face. The
unusual silence in the room brought her back to her senses. She opened her eyes, saw me still staring at her blankly, and, realizing her actions, felt both ashamed and remorseful. She kicked me hard. Completely unprepared, I was kicked in the chest by my mother. I cried out and fell off the bed, landing on the floor. My mother probably hadn't expected to kick me like that either. Seeing my pained expression, she sat up with concern, looked at me, and instinctively reached out to pull me up. Then, realizing she was still naked, and thinking about everything I had done to her and her own behavior, she gave me a resentful look, turned back and collapsed onto the pillow, burying her head deeply in it, her shoulders trembling as she silently wept.
I struggled to get up and sat on the edge of the bed, trying to comfort my mother. But as soon as my hand touched her skin, she twisted her shoulders violently and said in a hoarse voice, "Go away, I don't want to see you, go away, go away."
I tried several times, but she remained the same, so I had no choice but to go back to my room.
My mother stayed in her bedroom all morning. When my father came home, he saw my mother still asleep with her head facing inwards and asked me what was wrong. I glanced at my mother's reclining figure and deliberately raised my voice, saying, "Mom said she's not feeling well, her head is a little dizzy, and she asked us not to disturb her; she wants to rest more."
My oblivious father didn't notice anything amiss between us and even told me to speak softly.
To make up for my guilt, I cooked several of my mother's favorite dishes that noon and brought the food to her bedside. I whispered to her, "Mom, it's time to eat." When she didn't respond, I whispered again, "Mom, I'm sorry. I've really fallen in love with you; it's all my fault. Please eat something." She still didn't respond. Then my father urged me to eat, and to avoid arousing his suspicion, I said to her, "Mom, I'll go out now. I'm sorry; you can punish me later."
After lunch, my father spent the entire afternoon reading in his study. I kept trying to find an opportunity to talk to my mother, but I didn't get the chance. The only thing that comforted me was that my mother ate all her food.
When it was time to cook dinner, Dad told me he was going to a wedding banquet that night and asked me not to cook for him. He also specifically told me to take good care of Mom.
Dad left around 4 PM, and at 5 PM I went into Mom's room again. Mom was still lying in bed. I approached her and sat down on the edge of the bed. Mom knew I was there and started sobbing silently again. I felt incredibly bored. "Mom, are you still angry?" Mom was still lying on her side with her face turned towards the wall, ignoring me. Mom's beautiful profile reignited my desire. Since I was going to do it again anyway, I might as well go all the way. I spread Mom's legs and pounced on her. Mom seemed to sense the real disaster approaching. I don't know where she got the strength, but she pushed me away violently. Just as she tried to stand up and escape, I grabbed one of her feet, and Mom fell heavily onto the bed.
Just as Mom was in despair, a pair of scissors on the bedside table caught her eye, and she quickly reached for them.
Just as I was about to throw myself at my mother again, she suddenly turned around, holding scissors to her own neck, trembling as she said, "[I...please don't continue...I can't take it anymore...if you keep doing this...I'll...I'll die...in front of you...]"
This sudden scene stunned me. I stood frozen in front of my mother, too afraid to move. "
[I...I'm your mother...we can't...I hope you can understand...don't force me...]" my mother said, crying. Her body trembled, her face contorted, her eyes filled with panic. "
[Mom, please don't do this, you know I love you, that's why I'm doing this...]" I was clearly much calmer than my mother. I tried to talk to her, to kill time, to distract her. "
[I...no...I can't...if you...really love me...please stop...I beg you...]" As she spoke, my mother shook her head painfully.
But it was this unintentional head shake that gave me the opening. With lightning speed, I snatched the scissors from her hand.
My mother panicked and immediately turned to run away. It seemed I couldn't stop her in time… [Mom…] I suddenly shouted.
My mother instinctively turned around and froze. She saw me holding the sharp end of the scissors to her wrist.
[Mom, please listen to me, okay?] I said calmly.
The situation had turned around. Faced with her beloved son's actions, my mother had no choice.
[Mom, don't you understand yet?]
My mother didn't know what to say, nor dared to say anything at this moment. She just kept shaking her head and crying.
[Mom, you are the woman I love most. I don't want anyone but you. I only want to be with you. If you reject me, my life has no meaning. What's the point of me living?] As she spoke, tears welled up in my eyes. I didn't know if they were real or not.
[I… don't do this. You should just let Mom die.] My mother said helplessly.
"[Okay, you die first, I'll follow you. As long as I can be with you, I don't care if it's heaven or hell.]" I said passionately.
Although Mom had always appeared resolute, she lost her way when faced with her son's threat of death. She loved her son more than herself; without him, her life had no meaning. But incest was something she simply couldn't accept. If death could bring her son happiness, she would definitely do it without hesitation. But faced with her son's life and the heavy burden of morality, how should she choose…? Mom collapsed to the ground, the immense pressure leaving her powerless.
I knelt before her. He seemed to sense her hesitation and said, "[Mom, I promise you, my love for you isn't just physical, it's spiritual…]
Besides, we've already done it, as long as Dad doesn't know…"
Mom listened, thinking, was the physical body really that important? When I married my father, I thought I had found happiness, but he only took my body. I endured so many years to get to this point, but now my son is obsessed with my body. If I sacrificed my body, would everything be alright…? [Mom, I feel it's unfair how Dad treats you. He's out there having a good time, while you suffer here. Mom, I want to take Dad's place. What he can't give you, I will. He doesn't love you, but I do…] I kept talking.
Yes, all these years, what have I gained? Can morality bring me happiness? I have beauty and money, yet I have an unfaithful husband and an unfilial son. Why is this? Is my fate really so difficult, so bitter? After a series of blows, my mother's mental state had reached the brink of collapse, and she began to go crazy. So she made a crazy decision.
[Mom, don't be so confused. As long as we understand our love, that's enough. The rest…]
[No need to say anything.] My mother suddenly interrupted me, snatched the scissors from my hand, and threw them aside.
Now it was my turn to be surprised; I stared at my mother, wondering what was wrong.
Mom stood up resolutely, gracefully lay down on the bed, and said, "[Me, didn't you want Mom?]"
I hadn't even processed what was happening, I could hardly believe it was all happening so fast. After hesitating for a moment, I jumped onto the bed too.
"[Mom, are you really willing?]" I asked stupidly. "
[Stop babbling, don't you want it?]"
I couldn't believe these words came from my usually gentle, beautiful, and dignified mother. I looked at her suspiciously, wondering if this was still my mother. I climbed onto the bed somewhat timidly and hesitantly began to play with my mother's large breasts.
Suddenly, Mom rolled over, pinning me beneath her, and kissed my face like a hungry wolf.
I was terrified by this sudden scene. I didn't react at all, and didn't know what to do. What I was seeing was completely different from what I had planned.
Mom twisted her soft body, her large breasts rubbing against her son's body, and her snow-white, smooth thigh rubbing against my large penis. Only one question occupied her mind: What is pleasure? Is that so?
I hugged my mother with a question in my mind, still not understanding what was wrong with her. How could this be?
{I grab my mother's buttocks.}
{Mom, what's wrong?} I looked at my mother, who seemed different, and couldn't help but ask.
[What, don't you like it?] My mother asked back.
[No, I just...feel...ah...]
My mother pinched my thigh hard. {What, you've changed your mind...not so easy.} Normally, my mother would never speak or act like this, but now she had a new feeling, a feeling of taking control. She realized how comfortable and exhilarating it was to have her fate in her own hands.
Saying this, my mother sat on my head, positioning her vulva against my mouth, rubbing it wildly. I wasn't prepared and my face was covered in her vaginal fluid, but I still quickly found my position and began to suck wildly at her vulva. My
mother twisted her buttocks, waves of unprecedented pleasure surging through her brain. She realized how pleasurable it was to be on top of someone else. Just moments ago she was struggling to prove her innocence, but now she's indulging in pleasure—a transformation, a mad transformation.
Poor me, though I'm enjoying the pleasure of incest, I still don't understand what's happening. The books don't say it like this! And Mom shouldn't be like this!
[Ah…am I…comfortable?]
[Ugh…ugh…] My mouth is pressed against Mom's vagina, I can't answer.
Mom glances back at my erect penis, thinking: Is this okay? Isn't this going too far? This isn't just about indulgence; it's incest. What will I get from this? Just pleasure?
But isn't pleasure exactly what I need? If we're going to indulge, why not go all the way? Never mind, let's try… Mom holds my penis and sits on it. The stinging pain and pleasure in her vagina rush to her nerve center. I feel a warm embrace; I'm intoxicated, intoxicated by my mother's tenderness and fervor, wanting only to go all the way.
The mother straddled her son, her hips swaying up and down, the long-lost pleasure overwhelming her chaotic morality.
[Mom, why...?]
The mother looked at me, but answered seriously, [Don't ask.] Actually, the mother couldn't explain why.
It wasn't for her husband, nor for her son, but only for herself, for years of silence, for countless blows; she just wanted to find a happy self again… I didn't dare ask again. Only then did he understand his mother's dignity like never before.
[I…grab Mom's…breasts…]
[Oh.] I had wanted to touch those swaying breasts for a long time, but for some reason, I just didn't dare. Now, it was the mother reminding him.
{Harder.}
[Oh.] It seems I'm still afraid.
Soon, the mother was tired too. She lay down to one side and said casually, [Good son…it's your turn…]
I immediately plopped down on her like a wooden statue. It was the mother who guided his penis into her wet vagina.
I mechanically thrust my hips, my large penis sliding back and forth inside my mother's vagina.
[Oh...ah...] My mother couldn't help but moan, pleasure coursing through her veins. She forgot the weight of morality, forgot the shame of reality. At this moment, she only wanted to enjoy herself, to enjoy the pleasure of sex, to enjoy the thrill of incest. Clearly, she had successfully found herself.
[Oh...I...faster...harder...]
Slowly, I also forgot everything that had just happened, lost in my mother's body. I swung my large penis to satisfy my mother, and also to satisfy my own incestuous desires.
[Mom, is it good?]
[Stop talking...ah...]
[Yes, Mom.] I thrust desperately into my mother's body .
Mother and son, both lost in the blissful pleasure of incest, disregarded who was the initiator and who was the passive recipient; only the release of desire mattered, devoid of morality and worry… Mother and son frantically joined in, my mother gazing at me seductively, her body swaying rhythmically, her large breasts bobbing back and forth. I looked at my mother with blissful happiness, my heart overflowing with indescribable joy… Soon, my mother reached climax in the passionate pleasure, and I, too, found satisfaction within her.
Lying on the bed, my mother savored the pleasure she hadn't felt in so many years, believing this wouldn't be the last, nor the only time, for she felt she had changed, actively pursuing her own life… I had finally obtained my mother's body, though somewhat inexplicably, I was still intoxicated.
[The End]

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