Oedipus complex

Have you ever had a wonderful dream where you're having sex with your mother?
Have you ever seriously imagined your mother kneeling before you, licking your penis?
Have you ever longed to repay the paradise that gave you birth with your hot, virginal first ejaculation?
If you're a normal man, you definitely have! Because it's instinctive, it's taboo, 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 his company, a true frequent flyer.
I can't remember what I did during those trips, which ranged from a few days to several weeks, but I was content and grateful for the affluent life my father provided. My mother seemed to enjoy this wonderful life as well, but I also began to sense her unhappiness. My mother and I were already close before my father's promotion, and thanks to the one-child policy, they only had me as their 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. 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 just how beautiful my mother was. She is my mother, and I love her.
As my body matured, I started talking about puberty with friends who occasionally came to our house. I learned that my mother wasn't just any woman; she was not only beautiful but also sexy. I was angry when my friends talked 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 and appreciate her.
On 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 lean against her beautiful breasts and kiss my cheek. From that moment on, everything changed; all the stories between my mother and me were destined at that moment!
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 presence. 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. Around that time, 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 those frequent arguments, I felt helpless. I don't know when it started, but my father would leave home without a word, ostensibly for business trips, but it clearly coincided 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'll never forget, I leaned against the doorframe, my eyes adjusting to the dim light in my parents' bedroom. My mother had been drinking again. I suggested she stop drinking and lie down to rest, and she actually agreed, pushing herself away from 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, always encased in her skirt, trembling with every step.
Before my mother 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 dress fell to the floor around her ankles, and my eyes were fixed on her pink panties, the tiny fabric seemingly just an adornment, yet concealing her most intimate parts. She bent down to pick up the dress, turning slightly to let me admire her curves for the first time in their entirety.
Then, she stood up, placed the dress 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 happened next shocked me. As if I didn't exist, my mother's right hand reached through her thigh, caressing my birthplace through her panties. My eyes softened, admiring her outstretched legs, one knee rising as her hips moved off the bedspread. Then, I noticed my mother's other hand grasping her breast.
No matter how many times I witnessed my mother masturbating afterward, it never stopped arousing me, but 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 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 in my mind, filling me with longing.
My mother's fingers gently kneaded her breasts, gently lifting her bare mounds; her other hand was already inside her panties, her fingers quickening their caresses. Her hips began to tremble with her fingers, her whole body exuding an aura of endless desire. My mother glanced at me, and at that moment I knew that my relationship with my mother had been marked once again with a deep imprint of love. I also understood that my mother wanted me to look at her like this! This excited me immensely. Her eyes blinked; at that moment she was looking at the bulge in my shorts, and I thought my mother wanted me to join her.
Suddenly, my mother's hand left her breasts, revealing two sources of nectar before me, her nipples erect. I was so excited I couldn't contain myself. I thought I should pull my penis out so I could watch my mother masturbate, I could ejaculate next to her!
I pulled down my shorts, and my hard penis sprang out quickly. I immediately gripped it in my hand, the throbbing sensation shooting from my hand to 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 stroked it, clearly aware that my mother's eyes were watching me. She turned to face me, reaching out and pulling down her underwear. A breathtaking scene unfolded before my eyes. I finally saw my birthplace; I knew I would definitely return there!
Seeing my mother completely naked for the first time was so beautiful! From my mother's body, it was as if I saw the whole world! Her full breasts created a deep cleavage, and her thighs were bent to show off her beautiful leg shape. I imagine myself in bed with my mother, caressing those sweet curves that I've touched countless times with my eyes. Many times, as we walk around the house, we've "accidentally" bumped into each other—this is just my own little fantasy.
My father never seemed to notice my mother's attraction to me. What surprised me most was that he didn't find her particularly attractive. I was certain he and my mother lived more like older brother and sister than like lovers in the throes of passion. I often wondered if my father was secretly gay, finding pleasure in the arms of 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 that she might have problems with drinking, I started following my mother into her room. At first, seeing that she was alright, I left, but knowing that she would soon undress, my absence was gradually lengthening. I could hardly believe what was happening, but now, as she continued to remove her underwear, I knew nothing could make me leave.
Now my penis was out too, and my mother was completely naked in front of me for the first time. She stared 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, and being so close, the feeling was unparalleled! Then, unsurprisingly, I ejaculated, white semen shooting out of my penis. My mother was writhing wildly on the bed, and I instinctively knew she had also reached orgasm! The amount
of semen I ejaculated decreased, but it kept coming out. I grabbed the door frame to steady myself, realizing for the first time that my semen had splattered on the carpet in front of me, and also 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 started 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 my relationship with my mother, but it was clear that we had reached a new level today.
As I watched TV in my study, my mother came in with a glass of red wine. It was four in the afternoon, and I knew she had already had quite a bit to drink. 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.
I had already seen my mother completely naked by then, 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, but I didn't hear it, so I turned back to look at her. However, my gaze fell on her chest; ever since I saw my mother naked on her bed, I had been fantasizing about her deep cleavage.
"What are you watching?" my mother said with a slightly coquettish tone, which made me realize she had drunk quite a bit.
"A beauty pageant," I said, turning my gaze to the TV program, which featured half a dozen hot beauties, most of whom were wearing the most inconspicuous swimsuits. When the swimsuit segment began, the contestants clearly displayed their hot figures to the audience.
At that moment, 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 underwear barely visible. I was already aroused by the TV program, but my mother's appearance truly 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 there was no need to hide my excitement any longer. 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 for the first time in front of me, my penis felt like it was about to explode inside my jeans. My mother's question didn't need an answer; the truth was clear.
I finished the last sip of my drink, gently placed the glass on the table, and tossed my clothes off my shoulder. At that moment, my mother's breasts, adorned with a beautiful bra, were revealed to me.
"Do I look good?" my mother asked with a smile, cradling my childhood source of pleasure in her hands. This question, too, didn't need an answer.
"Son, do you think I could be on TV?" my mother continued to laugh, 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 wouldn't be understood, but we were both excited. More importantly, I could bring my mother pleasure, 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, and I knew exactly where her fair hands were headed, eagerly anticipating their arrival.
"Poor child, does it hurt here?" My mother's hand, through my clothes, grasped my penis, not too hard, not too soft, a tingling sensation spreading throughout my body. Then she 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 sprang out instantly. 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 grasp. My mother looked up, a hint of pride in her eyes, radiating an 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 splendid 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 already 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 and enveloped 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 fullest extent. Enjoying the warm embrace of her lips, her tongue swirling around me, I wanted to shout that I was the happiest person in the world! This feeling was beyond anything I could ever imagine!
It felt like the softest hand in the world was caressing me, bringing me nourishment, warmth, and the gentlest sucking sensation, making me both wild and calm! My mother's mouth slowly released my penis, and in the instant her lips parted from my glans, as if saying goodbye, she kissed it again, then opened her mouth, raised her head, and stared intently into my eager eyes with a deep smile.
"Is it better?" I calmed my breathing, all I could do was offer the same satisfied smile, but I shook my head. I wanted more than just this! 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 of over a decade flashed by like a movie, yet also felt like they happened yesterday. My penis was still throbbing with fighting spirit; if we finished now, I would definitely masturbate hard. The things that had happened so far, beyond my wildest imagination, had made me afraid to ask for anything more; I just craved it intensely! Then my mother knelt down in front of me, spread my legs, and buried her face in my erect penis.
I looked down at my mother, gazing at her beautiful face beneath my penis. Her breasts were firm and shapely, like exquisitely carved jade, works of art of unparalleled beauty, a national treasure. Her tongue once again entwined with the head of my penis, and I felt it was about to explode. My mother was watching me too, and I knew she knew what I was doing. Her gaze was like that of someone comforting a child crying after school about being bullied, yet also revealing the joy and triumph of a successful prank. 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. More than 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 gushing orgasm.
She would feel it, with her tongue, with her mouth!!! This thought brought me to the brink of explosion. I let out a huge groan as hot, thick semen gushed into my mother's sucking mouth. I watched her swallow my semen, surprised 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 suck, 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 couldn't bear it any longer.
My hands, which had been unsure where to go, tried to lift my mother's head. She slowly raised her mouth until her sexy 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 urethral opening, catching the last spurt of my semen. She swallowed quickly, her eyes fixed on me, her lips still wet with semen, smiling at me. I was momentarily mesmerized!
I lay back 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, the one 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 standing up, my mother didn't leave. I didn't know what she was thinking. Then she knelt on the sofa, placed one leg on my leg, and pressed her body against me. Her firm breasts pressed tightly against my chest, and her soft panties rubbed against my penis. My penis had undergone an intense test and released powerfully, but it was still sensitive enough that I could 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 found my mother's perfect waist and gently caressed it. Then I grasped my mother's firm breasts, longing to taste my mother's sweet milk again.
I felt her lips on my neck and knew that she still had desire. I didn't know what would happen, but I sensed that she expected me to play a role in this event. As the bra strap slipped down, I felt my mother flinch. It turned out that in her eyes, for her son, my once-beloved breasts, these two sources of nectar, were a greater stimulus than the paradise I so desperately longed for.
I gazed at my mother's face, at the way she looked at me, and pulled down my 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 stimulant, and my penis would be the most effective tool to comfort her. Lost in thought, I slightly raised my buttocks from the cushion.
I gazed at my mother's face; she looked at me, but her eyes were unfocused. Suddenly, she bent over, revealing a seductive smile. As her lips drew near, I could smell the aroma of red wine. I had never seriously considered kissing my mother before, but the thought now excited me immensely, perhaps because at the same moment, the same fluid from my penis was flowing 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 almost melted, and my reaction aroused her; she kissed me 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 eagerly anticipating it. Through her panties, my mother made her first intimate contact between my penis and my birthplace. We stopped kissing, and I gazed at my mother's face. Her eyes were wide 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 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, 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 flesh were completely different from the lips that had just been kissing me so affectionately. Although I had no prior experience with sex, it was an familiar 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 me whole. 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 a decade of growth, after becoming an adult, 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 completely unrestrained. In this lifetime, I believe this memory of my first trip home will stay with me until the end. 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 genuinely loved me—not just as a child, but also as someone I loved. 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, churning 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 tell she was getting closer to her ultimate goal. I tried to remain steadfast, while also feeling gratified that I could give my mother such intense pleasure! But my mother's arousal was contagious; with her frenzied rhythm, I felt like I was flying.
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 her tongue, just as her vagina was now doing to my penis. When we stopped kissing, my mother began to scream as she slammed her round buttocks against my penis. I also began to actively meet my mother's thrusts, the violent movement causing us to tumble from the sofa to the floor.
But we were still entwined! I could now see my mother's beautiful thighs, and my body could finally move freely. From 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 such 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!"
Stimulated by both body and mind, I felt like I was about to explode. Finally, I couldn't control myself and ejaculated inside my mother's vagina! Suddenly, my mother's buttocks tightened around me, and she began to scream wildly, her arms tightly wrapped around me, a surge of heat washing over me. I collapsed onto my mother, panting, looking at her satisfied expression.
We lay there, mother and son, entwined in a tender embrace, not knowing how long we lay there. When my breathing gradually 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 wondered how much of today's experience my mother would remember, how much it meant to her, and whether it was possible for us to 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!
[The End]

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