Composition of incest between mother and child

The Composition of Mother-in-Law Incest
In less than a month, Chimei's life completely changed.

He continued his physical relationship with teacher Ria, and even had sex with Rikako; no wonder the seventeen-year-old was so happy.

However, changes in life are bound to be noticed by someone.

The first to notice was his mother, Misato.

Her keen intuition detected subtle differences in Chimei's small actions and manner of speaking.

He would happily hum songs in the bathroom, do gymnastics in the yard, or recite Heine's poems—clearly, he was much more cheerful than before.

A girl named Fujinami Rikako would also call frequently.

"Do you have a girlfriend...?"

But what concerned Misato most was the absence of soiled toilet paper in Chimei's trash can. Not long ago, there had been a wad of toilet paper with a peculiar smell almost every day.

She first noticed this when Chimei was in his second year of middle school. Seeing Chimei's

secret, which she had initially thought was just a child's, Misato was almost terrified. She immediately consulted her husband.

Maochang optimistically said,

"Boys all go through this process and gradually become independent."

However, from a mother's perspective, she felt heartbroken seeing Zhiming's sexual distress. Yet, she couldn't help her son masturbate, and could only helplessly worry.

Every day when Misato cleaned Zhiming's room, she was surprised to see so much toilet paper in the trash can.

Could a boy this age really have such a strong desire for sex?

The amount of sticky, pasty fluid on the paper was also large, and the smell was strong. Misato and her husband had always felt satisfied with their sex life, but seeing the traces of her son's masturbation often made her feel that they should have more sex.

But recently, Zhiming's trash can had been incredibly clean, with only a few sheets of used draft paper or pencil shavings at most.

Strange, why was that…?

Thinking of the girl who often called, Misato felt uneasy.

One Sunday, Misato decided to monitor Zhiming's actions, feeling that Zhiming's heart was gradually drifting away from her, which caused her great pain.

That day, Zhiming slept until noon without waking up. He had gone somewhere the night before and didn't return until after 11 PM, immediately going to bed.

While the two were having lunch, the phone rang. Misato picked up the cordless phone, and a cute voice said, "This is Fujinami." Misato immediately handed the phone to Zhiming.

Misato pretended not to care, but listened carefully.

"Hmm...slept well, no problems, nothing happened...hehehe..." She

didn't know what he was talking about...

"Mom, all done."

Misato saw Zhiming bring the phone to her and quickly took it back.

Zhiming seemed completely unaffected, displaying a voracious appetite.

"Wait a minute, I'm going out."

"You go out like this every day, where do you go?"

"I want to go to the movies."

"With whom?"

"Hmm..."

Zhiming didn't answer.

"With whom? Mom wants to see a movie too."

"No."

Zhiming immediately refused.

"Why?"

"The movie Mom wants to see is different from the movie I want to see."

"I haven't seen a movie in a long time, I'm fine with anything, let's go together."

"Okay."

"Really?"

Misato was surprised because Chimin agreed so quickly. But as expected, there was more to come.

"But, after the movie, I have a date with a friend."

"With whom? Where are you going?"

Misato didn't give up asking. Especially since she hadn't talked to her son much lately.

"What's wrong with Mom? You're so nagging."

Chimin stared at her with wide eyes, and Misato didn't know how to answer.

"Of course parents care about their children!"

"Even if I tell you my friend's name, Mom won't know who it is!"

"You're right... but you can contact me if anything happens."

"Don't worry, I'm Mom's son, right?"

"Well..."

That was the best she could ask.

About an hour after lunch, the two left home together.

They watched a science fiction movie. It was indeed very good, and the two hours passed quickly.

"I have a date, goodbye."

"Okay, be careful."

The two parted ways at the entrance of the movie theater.

Misato secretly followed Tomoaki while hiding in the crowd.

On the main street, Tomoaki hailed a taxi. Misato also hailed a taxi.

Was he going home?

The taxi was heading home.

But at the intersection in Tengen City, he turned right. If he were going home, he should have turned left. After two intersections, he turned towards Shirogane-dai, and finally, Tomoaki's taxi stopped in front of a large apartment building.

Misato's taxi stopped about fifty meters away, watching her son walk into the apartment.

She checked her watch; it would be five o'clock in a few minutes.

Once home, Misato immediately took out the school's student and staff roster. She had already checked the apartment number before returning.

Only one teacher lived there.

Kimizuria…

judging from the name, she didn't seem like an older female teacher.

She felt uneasy.

Misato found Fujinami Rikako's phone number in the student roster; thankfully, Rikako herself answered. Rikako seemed surprised that someone she didn't expect was calling.

"Is there something you need?"

"Yes, I have a question for you, but please don't tell Chiaki... there's a teacher named Kimizuria, right?"

"Yes."

"What kind of teacher is she?"

"Well..."

"For example, what family members or age..."

"Yes, she seems to live alone in an apartment, and she's twenty-six years old."

"Oh... is she very beautiful?"

The very question itself proved that Misato's heart had already wavered. It was almost unimaginable that such a question would arouse Rikako's suspicion.

"Yes, she's very beautiful. She's famous at school."

"Oh..."

"Excuse me, is there anything

I can help you with, teacher?" "Nothing special, just please don't tell Zhiming I made that call, okay?"

"Yes, I absolutely won't tell."

"Thank you."

Misato felt uneasy after making the call.

Impossible... impossible... impossible...

Misato couldn't help but imagine Zhiming embracing a naked woman, and even her own body felt hot. This was just speculation; there was no concrete evidence. Therefore, she felt even more anxious and uneasy.

Finally, it was ten o'clock at night.

Even a sip of brandy had accumulated to a considerable amount, and Misato's rationality had become abnormal. Her original plan to keep today's events to herself and not tell Zhiming anything was no longer valid.

She heard the sound of the front door opening; it was almost eleven o'clock.

When Misato heard this sound, her heart pounded as if she had done something wrong.

Zhiming didn't walk in openly. Whether out of fear or a guilty conscience, he quietly walked in and looked into the restaurant.

Seeing Misato sitting there with a flushed face, I made an awkward expression and only said, "I'm back," before running upstairs.

Misato immediately stood up too.

What should I say to him?

My mind was still in a daze as I walked upstairs. I was surprised at how unsteady I was on my feet.

Normally, I would knock, but this time I suddenly opened the door. Tomomi,

who was changing his pajamas, rudely asked, "What's up?" and then added, "I'm sleepy," before lying down on the bed.

Misato picked up his clothes and hung them in the closet. At that moment, I noticed a faint fragrance on the clothes.

I carefully looked at Tomomi; his back was to me. Misato brought the clothes to her nose and smelled them. It was undoubtedly the scent of perfume, and Misato used to wear this perfume too.

"What are you doing?"

a voice suddenly came from behind.

When I turned around, I saw Tomomi sitting on the bed, looking unhappy.

"You were with a woman, and not a student, but an adult woman."

Misato tried desperately to control her emotions, but her tone betrayed her inability.

Zhiming didn't answer. This only fueled Misato's anxiety.

"And you've been drinking."

Signs of drinking were clearly visible in Zhiming's eyes and face.

"What does it matter? Didn't Mom drink too?"

"I'm an adult. You're different. Where did you drink with that woman?"

"I don't need to tell you."

"You have to! You're different now, not honest at all."

"Yes, I'm an adult now, of course I can act independently."

"You're only seventeen..."

Misato's emotions surged.

"If you won't tell me, Mom will tell you that woman's name."

She blurted out something she shouldn't have.

Zhiming's expression suddenly changed.

"What does this mean?"

"What else does it mean? It means Mom knows everything."

"So you were following me... How despicable."

Zhiming stood up.

"Of course a mother is worried. Do you think I can't tell you're lying? I raised you for seventeen years; I'm the mother who gave birth to you!" Her

emotions were completely out of control.

This was the first time their relationship had clashed like this, but for both of them, there was no turning back.

"You were with Mr. Junjin for five or six hours straight. What were you doing? Tell me! I'm your guardian, and I have the right to ask. You have to answer honestly."

Zhiming had never seen his mother so angry before, and he stood there without saying a word.

"What? Did you do something you shouldn't say?"

"Of course, I was studying... I was studying English."

That was all Zhiming could answer.

"Is that so... You two were standing together, your perfume mingling with yours. You were studying like that? You didn't bring any books or notebooks. You were studying for more than five hours... Fine, I'm going to the school tomorrow to talk to the principal and the dean of studies."

"No! I won't allow you to do that kind of thing."

Zhiming's expression turned angry again.

"Yes. Because you weren't honest, I had no choice but to talk to them."

Misato turned to leave.

Zhiming grabbed her shoulder. The force with which she gripped indicated the degree of anger.

"Ouch..."

No one had ever treated Misato like this before, so she felt a sense of fear towards her own child.

Seeing his mother's expression, Chimei immediately regretted his actions and relaxed his grip.

"You absolutely can't tell the school!"

"Then, you have to tell the truth."

By this time, Chimei understood that only by confessing the truth could he find a way to forgive his mother.

"I... I had no choice, because I really wanted to sleep with women..."

Misato thought she had heard her child mention sex and reflexively tensed up, but she still believed Chimei.

"And then?"

Misato's voice trembled slightly.

You have to say there was absolutely no sex...

Misato prayed silently, then looked at Chimei's mouth as if hearing a divine pronouncement.

"I had sex with my teacher... It wasn't her who seduced me, I just couldn't control myself... It wasn't the first time today... Not long ago... Although she said no, I forced her... So I have to take responsibility. She had no choice but to agree."

Misato's expression was as rigid as a sculpture, her eyes fixed on Tomomi's mechanical lips.

"Is that enough? I'm telling the truth."

Tomomi looked away from his silent mother and sat back down on the bed.

A long silence followed.

Misato slowly moved, observing Tomomi's expression. Tomomi noticed a look in his mother's eyes that he had never seen before—a look of resentment, a look of hatred, a look of pity, a look of murderous intent.

"There's one thing you're lying about."

Misato's voice seemed to be squeezed from deep within her throat.

"It's true, everything is true."

"No, the responsibility isn't yours, it's Ms. Kimizu's. It must have been the teacher who seduced you."

"No,"

Zhiming said hastily, taking his mother's hand and looking at her with pleading eyes.

"It really was my fault, it's tantamount to violent rape."

It seemed that Zhiming was denying his mother's words and protecting the female teacher, which made Misato unhappy.

"Not only to the school, but if necessary, I will report her to the police, saying that she seduced a minor."

"You can't do that."

Zhiming almost felt despair. Because he knew that his mother loved him deeply, he had the fear that his mother might really go to the police.

Zhiming's greatest pain was that if it turned out that way, he would not be able to have sex with Ms. Aya.

"If you do that kind of thing, I will kill you!"

It was a sentence that came out of his mouth, but his mother's eyebrows immediately rose when she heard it.

"Fine, Mom isn't afraid to die for you. Kill me if you want, I'd die for you, but can that teacher who seduced you die for you?"

Zhiming paused for a moment, then said,

"Then, can Mom take the teacher's place? Can she truly understand my pain? Can she solve my sexual angst? Can she give me her body like the teacher did?"

"What's that!"

This wasn't what Misato wanted to say, nor did she believe she would say such a thing, but it had already come out.

"..."

In an instant, Zhiming couldn't believe his ears, staring blankly at his mother's face.

Misato told herself, "I'm not drunk. Backing down here means defeat."

So she still stood tall, gazing at Zhiming. She didn't forget to add a sentence to justify her words.

"I'm determined to do anything to protect you from the teacher's temptation."

Emotion returned to Zhiming's dazed expression.

"You absolutely can't tell the school, and you definitely can't tell the police... The teacher is so pitiful."

"Are you still protecting that kind of woman? It's you and me who are pitiful." "

Ms. Aya is a good person."

"Say what you will, I will never forgive that woman. "

Misato finished speaking and tried to leave the room.

Tomomi jumped off the bed and ran to the door to block his mother's path.

Misato seemed to want to confirm her resolve, and once again spoke with a resolute tone,

"I'm going to tell the school and the police what Ms. Kimizu did."

"Okay... I'll never go to the teacher's again."

Saying something completely contrary to his own feelings, Tomomi felt extremely sad.

"Really?"

Misato looked at Tomomi with disbelief.

"I promise."

Tomomi felt that saying this was the only way to solve the problem.

"Ah..."

Misato let out a sound of emotion and hugged Tomomi.

In that instant, Tomomi thought of Ms. Aya's warm body from his mother's embrace. A feeling of longing arose in his heart.

So he posed a difficult question to his mother. He wanted to see the confused expression on his mother's face as she tried to separate him and the teacher.

"Mom will surely solve my troubles like Ms. Aya did... She already promised me."

As he said this in his mother's arms, he felt her body tremble suddenly.

"Didn't you just promise?"

the boy said forcefully. Misato pushed Chiaki away, looking at him as if he had seen something terrifying.

"I'll never go to the teacher again... Will Mom be satisfied then? I promised, didn't I? I said I'd do anything? I said I'd take the teacher's place, is that a lie?"

Grabbing his shoulders and shaking him forcefully, Misato's head nodded as if in agreement.

Chiaki could no longer control his emotions. He also succumbed to the budding desire within him.

These were his mother's own words...

These words became Chiaki's basis, amplifying his impulse.

Chiaki forcefully pulled his mother's hand to sit on the edge of the bed, then almost impulsively grabbed her breast from her nightgown.

The comfortable elasticity of her breast reminded Chiaki of his childhood.

His mother... the way she looked, the days he grew up in loving care...

This was the same for Misato, his mother. Her tiny, maple-leaf-like hands gripped her breasts tightly, greedily suckling at her nipples—her angelic son. But now he was touching his mother's breasts as an object of desire.

If it only went this far… This instinctive judgment shattered Misato's resolve, especially since he had just clearly stated his willingness to take the teacher's place.

Misato closed her eyes without saying a word.

Her son's hands began to move slowly from her pajamas, intended as caresses.

Misato endured. But when she felt a strange sensation arising within her body, she couldn't remain calm.

When Chimei touched her breasts as a child, it was out of a protective instinct. But now it was clearly an act of arousing pleasure, an act of treating her as an object of desire.

Misato's confusion soon turned into unease. Instinctively, Misato placed her hand on the back of her son's hand, trying to stop him.

But Chimei immediately noticed, pressing down hard on her hand and pushing her upper body down.

"No… let me go…"

As she fell back onto the bed, Misato twisted her body, trying to escape.

"You promised."

Zhiming's hand swiftly slipped inside the neckline of her pajamas, grabbing her breast directly.

While not large enough to overflow his palm, it wasn't small enough to completely enclose his hand, fitting perfectly within his grasp.

Zhiming kneaded his mother's youthful breasts.

Although Miri grabbed her son's hand, this time she thought she should allow this... and generously accepted.

Zhiming seemed to press his upper body against Miri's. He wanted to see his mother's breasts clearly through the neckline of her pajamas.

Almost like rape, Zhiming unbuttoned her pajamas.

At this moment, Miri wanted to resist, but within Zhiming's strength lay a violent element that wouldn't allow her to refuse.

"Zhiming, isn't this enough?"

Actually, Miri herself knew that saying this would have no effect. Only now did she deeply realize how significant her words to Zhiming had been.

She knew she absolutely couldn't do this, yet she also had a strong desire for Zhiming to leave that female teacher. Between these two conflicting emotions, Miri's heart swayed subtly. Therefore, her refusal was ambiguous and powerless.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Chimei greedily suckled at the exposed breast. He thought to himself, "It tastes just like when I was breastfeeding more than ten years ago."

Misato, still wavering, found herself in a situation where she had to make an immediate decision.

Chimei's actions weren't just like breastfeeding. The movements of his tongue were clearly acts of love intended to arouse a woman's pleasure. And the movements of his fingers weren't ordinary caresses. They were acts of sexual intercourse aimed at making her nipples erect.

Confusion turned to surprise.

Surprise turned to shame, and then Misato's worst fears came true.

What aroused within Misato's body was undeniable sexual pleasure. "

I can't let this happen, I must push him away...

" But another voice inside her

said, "I must protect Chimei from the female teacher, even with my own body. I have a duty to protect Chimei.

" "Chimei, don't do this... listen to me..."

But these were merely futile words, an attempt to escape her current predicament.

Chimei refused to listen to his mother. He had become a prisoner of desire, and wanted to expand the object of his desire, pulling his nightgown neckline even wider.

"Don't do this... listen to your mother..."

These were the coldest words Misato heard.

"You promised yourself, you're lying, so I'm leaving this house! If you tell the school or the police, I'll kill myself!"

These were the words Misato feared most. Suddenly, all strength left her body.

"I know... but listen to me first..."

Misato didn't resist Zhiming's intruding hand.

Zhiming probably believed her, withdrawing his hand from her waistband and waiting for his mother to continue.

Misato pulled up her pajamas, frantically thinking.

"Say what you have to say!"

Zhiming seemed unable to bear the silence, his voice impatient.

"It's like this... I discovered you were masturbating a long time ago. I was shocked at the time. But I read in books or heard from others that boys all do it. Although I knew it was painful for you as you were growing up, I couldn't help you. Later, you ended up having an affair with your teacher. Now that this has happened, who seduced whom first is no longer an issue. But according to common sense, you probably know that it's absolutely wrong. Since I knew, I had a duty to protect you. A mother should do that, right? So... so... when you felt very painful, you touched your mother's body. And I..."

Misato said in a hoarse voice, gently grasping the penis that was pressing against her thigh from her pajamas.

"Ah..."

Tomoaki was suddenly surprised by his mother's sudden action, but the intense pleasure from it made him lift his buttocks and groan.

"I'll help you masturbate. Until you're satisfied, is that alright? If you say you don't need it, that would be ideal..."

From the sensation on his pajamas, Misato knew that Chimei's penis was no less than her husband's, and even seemed to surpass him in hardness. That feeling made Misato's heart almost explode.

"Do it... I want Mom to do it for me,"

Chimei said in a voice like a spoiled child.

Misato was surprised by her own sudden action. She felt embarrassed by such a bold act, but believed she had temporarily overcome the problem.

Chimei sat on the bed and quickly took off his pajamas, revealing his erect penis to his mother.

"Lie down,"

Misato said, completely overwhelmed by the young, magnificent penis. It was a situation far beyond her imagination.

When did it become so magnificent...? That

was the first thought that crossed her mind.

This thing had entered that female teacher's body...

and then a complex mix of thoughts arose in her mind.

The penis wasn't just erect; it was almost pressed against her stomach. The scrotum, though not yet sagging like her husband's, felt heavy inside.

The foreskin, half-retracted, looked like it was about to burst from the swelling of the glans. Clear fluid oozed from the urethra.

"Hurry up..."

Zhiming's voice was hoarse as he tried to touch Miri's inner thigh.

Miri didn't stop him, but squeezed her legs together, completely sealing it off.

Zhiming slipped his fingers under the edge of her panties. He felt the sparse pubic hair and then abandoned his desire to penetrate further.

It doesn't matter, but...

Zhiming was forming his next plan.

"Is this okay?"

Miri's hand seemed to be carefully rubbing the foreskin.

"Ah...ah..."

Seeing Zhiming moan like a grown man, she felt a strong sense of hostility and jealousy towards the female teacher.

"What do you really think?"

Miri desperately wanted to hear an honest answer from her son.

"Mom...it feels so good..."

"Really...?"

Misato felt something melting inside her body, a sensation that shook her back, creating an itchy feeling from her most shameful place. At that moment, Misato desperately wanted someone to touch that area.

Thinking of her husband, it suddenly happened; her hand holding his penis felt a swelling, and white fluid spurted from the tip.

The semen hit the lampshade with a sound. Then came a second, a third... the strongly smelled semen flew in white parabolas.

At that moment, Misato desperately wanted to hug Tomoaki tightly, his head thrown back, thrusting into her lower body.

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