The forbidden sea that should not be crossed

My name is Xu Weiqiang. I am a crew member of a shipping company in Guangdong. I am twenty years old this year. I have the tall stature of my father and the fair complexion of my mother and sister.
Like most sailors living at sea, I have a resilient, stubborn, and taciturn personality.
Perhaps due to my personality, coupled with the nature of my profession which involves long periods of living and working overseas, my romantic relationships have always ended in failure, and I remain single to this day.
My father was the captain of a large container ship. He had traveled all over the world and was very knowledgeable and experienced. He passed away suddenly from a cerebral hemorrhage eight years ago.
My mother hadn't worked for several years. She used to be an actress in the Seamen's Union Art Troupe. At seventeen, she had grown into a beautiful young woman with a lovely face. She could sing and dance and was pursued by many young men. However, she was pursued by my father, who was thirty-eight years old at the time and had the demeanor of a Spanish sailor.
After marriage, I had a son and a daughter. My older sister is two years older than me.
Fishermen and sailors spend their lives battling the sea, constantly facing the threat of death. They place far greater importance on their offspring, especially boys, than other people.
I was pampered by my parents from a young age. Before he passed away, my father told my mother that she must take good care of the Xu family line.
Later, her father sent her sister abroad to study, and she has now settled and married there.
As my father requested, I enrolled in Jimei Aviation School to study marine engineering, and after graduation, I took over my father's business.
The fleet I belong to mainly operates on Southeast Asian routes.
Not everyone can be a seaman. People who have never experienced life at sea cannot imagine the extreme loneliness, boredom, and fear that seamen feel during continuous voyages. On my father's ship, one of the crew members couldn't bear the torment and jumped into the sea to commit suicide.
Seamen love their wives the most, and only seamen understand the pain of being without a woman. Their hearts, wounded by the sea breeze, need the comfort of their wives.
After a period of intense and tedious work at sea, sailors need to relax and rejuvenate both physically and mentally, and their wives' care is far more effective than fishing, swimming, or hunting.
When the sailors, accompanied by their beautiful wives, stepped onto the dock with high spirits when they set sail again, they often attracted envious glances from us single sailors.
I am a diligent and capable chief engineer. Unlike some young crew members who like to slack off, I am not like some single crew members who like to watch pornographic videos, and I would never go looking for charming Thai prostitutes.
The company leaders were very satisfied with my performance, but little did they know the bitterness in my heart. I am also a human being with flesh and blood, and my soul also needs comfort and my desires also need to be released.
I like to use hard work to quell the burning desire in my heart. When I'm lonely and bored, I secretly look at the photos of my mother tucked in my diary and reminisce about the feeling of snuggling in my mother's arms when I was a child. When I'm on leave, I try to spend as much time at home as possible with my mother, telling her about my experiences in Southeast Asia while massaging her shoulders and back.
In June of this year, after several times relieving my married colleagues of their leave, I finally got to go home and excitedly rushed back. This time, I can take three months of leave in a row.
But during this period, something unexpected happened.
I haven't seen my mother for almost half a year, and she seemed especially happy. She was busy all day preparing delicious food for me that I couldn't get at sea.
My mother is only forty years old, and she still has a very good figure. She doesn't look inferior to young women in their twenties.
Despite her fair complexion and cheerful demeanor, she still appeared as charming as a young girl to other young men.
There was a sudden power outage that noon, and the air conditioner stopped working, making the room feel like a sauna.
After dinner, my mother, wearing a short-sleeved shirt and shorts, sat on the edge of her bed, fanning herself, and I sat beside her. My mother, who was afraid of the heat, also unbuttoned her silk shirt; she never really shied away from such things in front of her children.
Those snow-white, large breasts suddenly popped out, along with her round, thick waist and thighs. Because my mother's shorts were very big, half of her big, round buttocks were exposed. All of this made me unable to control myself!
I don't know where the impulse came from! I hugged my mother and pressed my face between her breasts. My mother didn't know what was happening and tried to push me away.
But I was so excited that I couldn't control myself! And I held on tighter and tighter, refusing to let go.
"Mom, I love you so much! Please give me one chance?" I finally said the request that I had kept hidden for so long. Hearing these words, my mother was immediately ashamed and blushed. She thought she had misheard and then slapped me.
I let go of her hand, but continued to pour out my heart: "No woman in the world can fascinate me like this, only you, Mom... I know this is a mistake! But I really need you!..."
Then he kissed his mother's breast. His mother's thoughts became very chaotic. In the past, when her husband returned home from overseas, he was like a wolf, and he would have sex with her as soon as he got home. He would have sex with her five or six times a night, as if he wanted to devour her. Therefore, she could understand her son's distress.
Now that my mother has no man, letting her son have sex with her would be a help to him. Thinking of this, my mother wavered and didn't know what to do. Seeing my mother lower her head and remain silent, I felt the time was right. I took the opportunity to push my mother down onto the bed and immediately pulled off her underwear.
Because of the loose shorts, the mother's large mons pubis and white buttocks were immediately exposed.
The thought of exposing a woman's last vestige of privacy to her son, and seeing his obscene actions of touching her breasts and exploring her genitals, filled the mother with waves of nausea and bitterness. Shame surged up again, and she forcefully kicked me off the bed. Then she curled up her legs, covered her face, and began to sob.
"Mom, it was my fault! I'm sorry!" I was a little scared, so I said a few soft words and quietly left.
I was smoking in the living room, feeling a mix of emotions, and after thinking it over, I decided it would be better to go out for a walk to clear my head.
I returned home after dark. My mother had prepared dinner and was waiting for me. I realized that she was no longer angry, so I felt relieved.
During dinner, I timidly apologized to my mother. She didn't say anything. After a while, I heard her say, "You can come over to sleep tonight." I looked at my mother hesitantly; I couldn't tell what expression was on her face.
My mother is a typical Chinese woman, traditional, dutiful, and cautious. When she was young, she would blush at her husband's affectionate behavior. Now, in middle age, she is doing something so outrageous. Why has she changed? Is it for me? ... I don't want to think about it anymore. Let it be.
The mother made the bed and slowly took off her clothes.
After I finished showering, I carefully went to my mother's room and found that she was already lying down. I got into bed and lifted the towel blanket off my mother. Her body, which I had known since childhood and which I was obsessed with, was naked in front of me.
Although my mother is forty years old, she has white and round breasts and a full bottom because she took good care of herself when she was young.
My lust was reignited, and my male instincts suppressed my conscience. I grew bolder, parted my mother's thighs, looked at the bulge and mons pubis between her legs, and then bent down.
My mother kept her head tilted to the side, eyes closed, and didn't say a word. At this moment, I had completely lost my mind! While stroking my mother's enormous breasts, I gently touched her mons pubis. Due to physiological instinct, my ashamed mother's vagina gradually became lubricated, which made me even more excited. My penis grew even larger, and unable to restrain myself, I entered my mother's body. When the last line of defense was breached, my mother felt like she had been thrown into hell!
But faced with my mother's large breasts and plump vulva, I lost all reason and only knew to thrust hard! My mother had been a widow for many years and had not had sex for a long time, so her vagina naturally secreted some vaginal fluid, which made me even more excited! I mistakenly thought that my mother had also reached orgasm.
I grabbed my mother's large buttocks and began to thrust into her. My mother couldn't bear the intense stimulation and whispered, "Slow down!" But I mistook it for moaning. In the midst of this intense vaginal friction, my mother temporarily forgot the relationship between mother and son and unconsciously twisted her buttocks, which excited me even more!
Soon, I reached my limit, and my semen shot into my mother's body like a river bursting its banks! After a burst of ejaculation, I finally climbed off my mother, satisfied, and let out a long sigh as I looked at the ceiling. Then I heard my mother calmly say, "Go back!" I wisely returned to my room and fell into a deep sleep, but my mother did not sleep all night.
From that day on, guilt followed me closely. I felt sorry for my mother and even more ashamed to face my father in the afterlife.
But every night, I was always conflicted! On one hand, I felt ashamed! But when I thought of my mother's fair breasts, her ample vulva, and her large, round buttocks, I couldn't help but push open her bedroom door. I knew that I was currently in a state of addiction like an opium addict, unable to extricate myself!
My mother was almost constantly disturbed by my advances. My young and strong body was always too much for her to bear, but she ignored what was happening to her for my sake, and gradually it became a habit. Seeing that my mother had gotten used to it, I also opened my heart. I, who had previously known nothing about sex, gradually learned that I couldn't just think about my own pleasure. One night, I gently kissed my mother's entire body, including her mons pubis. This gave my mother, a traditional woman, a physiological sensation of intercourse while she felt humiliated. When my penis entered her, my mother unconsciously raised her buttocks to meet me. With my continuous thrusting, my mother began to moan primally. In my morbid state, I changed positions several times, completely forgetting that the woman beneath me was my own mother! In the intense intercourse, my mother also forgot herself, trying her best to cooperate with me, letting me release my pent-up desires on her body! Before long, I couldn't hold back anymore! My semen shot directly into my mother's uterus, and my mother couldn't help but feel that pleasure! Her vagina convulsed strongly! She kept moaning. This made me even more excited! Before long, I was back inside my mother's body.
I transgressed a grave taboo of human ethics, crossing the forbidden sea that I should not have crossed! Two months later, I also made my forty-year-old mother pregnant again.

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