Beyond constraints

My mother and I were able to transcend ethical constraints and enjoy intimate love, which wasn't as easy as depicted in online romance novels. It was fraught with difficulties and even involved some coincidences. From my mother's initial surprise, resistance, and rejection, to her internal struggle, deep thought, and attempts to accept, to her later helplessness, half-hearted acceptance, and eventual submission, the sublimation of love, from mother and son to lovers, to finally realizing her mistake, leaving, struggling, and reluctantly returning to my side, rekindling our happiness—all of this took a full ten years! Now my mother is in her fifties, but she still retains her charm. Perhaps this is the result of a woman basking in love; she has become more and more feminine, understanding how to dress like a daughter while still retaining her girlish coquettishness. She is also deeply versed in the art of lovemaking, like a fish in water! My mother is like a glass of red wine, becoming more fragrant with age! Of course, all of this started more than ten years ago, in that summer!

That summer wasn't much different in my memory, except that my university acceptance letter arrived home. Everyone in the family was overjoyed, and my parents prepared a banquet to invite relatives and friends, adding a layer of celebration to my future university journey. My family was fairly well-off, so we didn't receive any money as gifts; it was just a small celebration.

My mother was very happy and dressed up especially for the guests. She was only in her early forties at the time, already tall and with a perfectly proportioned figure, it was impossible for her not to stand out. Especially her full lips with lipstick—they were irresistible. I later experienced this firsthand when we kissed and she gave me oral sex, but that's another story! At the time, I didn't have any impure thoughts or inappropriate ideas about my mother, so I didn't express any romantic feelings. I just felt proud of my mother. However, some men's lingering gazes and even lustful looks at her ample breasts annoyed and disgusted me. I had a strange urge to protect her and keep her from these unwanted advances. But I couldn't show it in this situation! As

the banquet drew to a close and the guests left, my mother, having drunk quite a bit in her joy, was slightly tipsy. My father, due to health reasons, hadn't drunk any alcohol and asked me to take care of her while he drove us home. After Mom and I got in the car, we seemed to have a few words of argument because Dad wanted to go play cards with his friends and wanted to take us home first

. Anyway, Mom wasn't very happy, and the three of us didn't have much to talk about in the car. After Dad dropped us off, he naturally drove off to his card game, leaving just Mom and me at home. Mom sat on the sofa, still muttering about her displeasure with Dad. I quickly comforted her, saying, "Mom, let Dad go! He's just going to play cards. Besides, I'm here to keep you company." "Son is so much better! Much better than your dad, he knows how to care for people, humph! Honey, come here and give me a kiss," Mom said, smiling and teasing me. "Mom, how old am I? You're not ashamed, but I am!" "You little rascal, what's wrong? What's wrong with a kiss? No matter how old I am, I'm still your mother!" Mom said firmly. I smiled and didn't dwell on the topic. After chatting with Mom for a while, perhaps because she had been drinking, she said she wanted to wash up and go to bed. I casually agreed and continued watching TV. Mom went back to her bedroom, and a little while later, she came out in her pajamas to wash up. This was a normal thing, and I never paid much attention. But that day, for some reason, I glanced up at her. She was wearing a pale yellow silk nightgown. The instant I looked up, my eyes fell on her chest. Her breasts were heaving quite a bit. I found it strange and paid even closer attention. Although the nightgown was loose and not see-through, the fabric was extremely form-fitting, and her nipples were faintly visible. Oh my god, Mom wasn't wearing a bra! I was shocked and immediately felt guilty for my actions. I quickly looked away and lowered my head. A little while later, Mom was applying lotion to her face and gently patting it. I looked up again, and because of the patting motion, her breasts were shaking even more violently. Suddenly, a thought popped into my head: "Mom's breasts are so big!" I was instantly terrified by my own words. She's your mother! Are you crazy?! I was so flustered by my own stupidity that I suddenly stood up and said to my mother, "Mom, I'm going back to my room!" My mother gave me a strange look and asked, "Going to sleep without washing up?" "I'll wash up later!" I replied hastily and quickly went into my room.

Back in my room, I thought about what had just happened and felt remorseful for the sin of defiling my mother's body. I felt incredibly awkward. Now, when I talk to my mother about how I felt then, she laughs at me, saying that I had been harboring incestuous thoughts for a long time and that she didn't deliberately seduce me. I agree with her on this point, because my mother's subsequent actions didn't show that she was a mother who had long harbored incestuous thoughts about sleeping with her son. This feeling didn't last long after I went back to my room; it was quickly dispelled by the magazine I picked up. I drifted off to sleep in bed, flipping through magazines. In my hazy state, I saw a naked woman slowly walking towards me. She wrapped her arms around my neck, her breasts rubbing against my chest. I could feel her nipples brushing against my skin. I slowly grasped her breasts, letting them change shape in my hands. I gently kissed her full lips, trying to see her face clearly. The more I tried, the blurrier it became, yet so familiar. My desire prevented me from exploring further. I mounted her, thrusting deep inside her, venting my desires on her body. I felt her coil like a beautiful snake, her pearly teeth gently biting my lips, making them alluring. I couldn't resist moving closer to her face, seeking her kiss. Her face slowly became clearer. Who was she? My eyes cleared. Ah! It was Mom! The moment I realized who my lover was, my little volcano erupted. Whether those offspring entered her paradise was unknown, for I had already awoke from this strange and absurd erotic dream. I woke up

in the early hours of the morning, feeling a sticky substance on my underwear. I knew what it was—the product of my dream! I hurriedly removed my underwear, changed into clean ones, and went back to bed. Lying there, I couldn't sleep, thinking about the unbelievable dream I'd had—how could I dream of having sex with my own mother! Was I a beast?! As I deeply rebuked myself, the vivid images of our intimate moments resurfaced in my mind, a feeling I'd never experienced before growing within me. At the time, I didn't realize anything about Oedipus complex or incest, nor could I possibly think of such things! But the seed of this Oedipus complex had already been quietly planted in my heart, without my awareness. It only needed the right time to take root and sprout uncontrollably, influencing both my mother and my entire life.

[The End]

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