Mother complex and forbidden fruit

In January of this year, my mother gave birth to a younger sister. Everyone in the family was overjoyed, and I was especially delighted. However, I couldn't tell anyone in the family, especially my mother, the real reason for my joy.

Only I knew that my biological mother had given birth to a daughter for me.

It was a secret known only to me. The person who got my mother pregnant and gave birth to my sister was actually me; I am her biological father.

My mother is a piano teacher. Her job is to teach children to play the piano at piano studios. Because of her job, she always paid great attention to her appearance. My mother was already very beautiful—a delicate face, an elegant demeanor, fair skin, and a shapely figure. At 168 centimeters tall, she was even more elegant and charming when wearing formal suits and high heels.

After I entered puberty, I began to develop a sexual interest in my mother. Whenever I saw my beautiful mother, made up, wearing a tight skirt, skin-colored stockings, and black high heels, my penis would become violently erect, and I would have to masturbate several times to relieve my desire for her.

I gradually realized that I had a severe "Oedipus complex."

After I entered junior high, I became bolder. I would often sneak to the bathroom door while my mother was showering to admire her "beauty emerging from the bath." My mother would take off her contact lenses before showering, so she would never notice a pair of eyes feasting on

her eyes under the vent. Sometimes, when my mother was showering and my father and sister weren't home, I would undress completely outside the bathroom door, admiring my mother's skin while masturbating. My naked mother and I were separated only by the door. When my mother's body was close to me, I would ejaculate my "love" for her through the vent.

A few times, my mother stood very close to the door, and my semen even sprayed onto her calves through the vent. Fortunately, the hot water kept her from feeling the warm semen flowing down her beautiful legs.

Although my mother's body had come into contact with my semen, I wasn't satisfied. My true desire was to have sex with my beautiful mother, to leave my semen inside her.

Because my mother's female body was so sexy and alluring, several times I almost couldn't resist rushing into the bathroom to possess her without hesitation, but in the end I restrained myself. Not because of cowardice, but because reason wouldn't allow me to do such a thing as raping my own mother.

I knew that the only way to cure my Oedipus complex was to have my mother's body, just once, to experience what it felt like to penetrate her, and I would be satisfied. But I knew very well that I might never get what I wanted.

But I never expected that last April...

Last April, I was still a junior high school student, only fifteen years old.

That day in class, I wasn't concentrating at all. Because I kept thinking about how my mother looked when she left that morning.

My mother was wearing a purple velvet suit, paired with iron-gray stockings and black high heels. This outfit made my mother look noble and elegant, yet also mysterious and hot and sexy, which made my heart flutter. I really wanted to hold my mother in my arms and cherish her.

That evening, as soon as I finished my tutoring class, I rushed home. Because I hadn't had the chance to masturbate to my mother while she showered for several days, I hoped today would be my chance.

Of course, I never imagined that half an hour later I would be able to hold my mother tightly and even have her accept my semen, thus becoming pregnant.

Not long after I got home, my mother also returned. Having thought about my mother all day, my heart began to pound.

My mother, lightly made up, asked softly if my father and sister were back.

"Not yet," I replied. Filled with love for my mother, I couldn't help but muster the courage to say to her, "Mom, you look so beautiful today."

"Really?" Hearing her son's praise, my mother seemed very happy and said, "Why are you so sweet-talking today?" Of course, my mother wouldn't take my words as flirtation; after all, I was her child, and she would only think I was childish.

But my mother didn't know that when I said that, my penis was already erect.

When my mother took off her high heels, I deliberately stood behind her so I could admire her long legs in stockings under her purple pencil skirt. I couldn't help but swallow hard: "Mom's 35, and her legs are still so long and beautiful." My lust for my mother was reignited; I couldn't resist masturbating to her today.

After a while, my mother indeed changed into a bathrobe and went into the bathroom. I knew my chance had come again. I was only wearing my underwear and quietly slipped from my room to the bathroom door.

I peeked through the vent. My mother was untying her hair, and her swirling strands of hair cascaded down, making her look even more alluring.

Then, she slowly removed her bathrobe, and once again, a beautiful scene unfolded before my eyes. I felt my violently erect penis almost burst through my underwear.

My mother then took off the necklace around her neck. Just as I was anticipating her taking off her bra and underwear, the necklace accidentally fell to the ground, and my mother knelt down to pick it up. I was startled and quickly hid; it would be terrible if my mother saw me.

After a while, I mustered my courage and peeked inside again. My mother was checking if the necklace pendant was broken before she stood up.

But as soon as she stood up, she suddenly went limp and collapsed onto the bathroom floor.

My mother had fainted before when getting up; the doctor said it was postural hypotension, and coupled with anemia, she couldn't get up too quickly, or she might faint.

Seeing my mother faint, I was startled, but then I remembered that my mother had always had postural hypotension. I quickly turned the bathroom doorknob. The door was locked, but it was a coin-operated latch, so I quickly entered the bathroom.

I called my mother a few times, but she didn't wake up, so I helped her up and picked her up in my arms. Holding my mother's smooth, soft body, I suddenly felt a sense of satisfaction, like "holding a beauty in my arms." Looking at the "beauty" in my arms, my mother seemed like my prey. I was immediately filled with lust.

I carried my mother to her bedroom and gently laid her on the bed.

Looking at my nearly naked mother, I couldn't resist the urge to embrace her and kiss her. I remembered the last time she fainted after getting up, it seemed like it took her twenty or thirty minutes to regain consciousness. If I seized this opportunity, she would be mine. With such

a beautiful woman before me, it was hard to resist lust, even from my own mother.

But this would be incest. My mother loved me so much, how could I offend her? And what if she suddenly woke up?

Lust and reason battled within me. She wasn't just any woman; she was my mother who had given me life. But with my burning desire, how could I not release my pent-up semen?

The last vestiges of reason wouldn't allow me to commit incest with my mother, so I told myself: I won't "enter" her body; I'll only caress and kiss her, then ejaculate on her.

(But in my youth, I underestimated the allure of sex.)

I finally reached out with slightly trembling hands, first unhooking my mother's bra, revealing her full, round breasts. Then I pulled down her thin panties, the only thing she was wearing. I never imagined I would one day be able to remove her bra and panties with my own hands.

As the pink cotton panties were pulled down from her waist, her dark, shiny pubic hair came into view. Among that pubic hair, I saw the place I had longed for day and night. That was where I was born, fifteen years ago.

The moment my mother's vulva appeared before me, reason began to crumble.

I had never looked closely at my mother's vulva before. Every time I spied on her while she bathed, her mysterious forbidden area was always partially veiled. Now, not only did I see it, but I was at such close range.

I pulled down my underwear, which had already fallen to my mother's knees, and threw it aside. My mother's bright, snow-white female body was now fully displayed before me.

"You've always liked your mother, and now you can have her. How can you miss this opportunity? Besides, your feelings for your mother are love, not lust."

"Mom! I really like you so much. I must have you!"

In my eyes, my kind and gentle mother had transformed into a woman of captivating allure. I quickly pulled down my own underwear, revealing my erect and throbbing male symbol, and faced my mother.

We were now naked before each other. Looking at my mother's graceful and alluring female curves and soft, smooth skin, I couldn't resist. I got into bed and began to violate my mother.

The next few minutes were the happiest and most unforgettable moments of my life.

Driven by lust, I boldly stretched out my arms and embraced my mother, holding her hot, feminine body. I pressed myself against her, my penis against her vulva, eyeing her vagina intently.

I trembled with nervousness, worried that my father and sister might suddenly return, and also that my mother might wake up now.

If she did wake up, I wouldn't be able to explain to her whether I had penetrated her or not. There was no turning back now; I had to press on and make it a done deal.

I began to kiss my mother passionately, from her cheeks, her neck, her shoulders to her breasts—her white, smooth skin felt amazing. My lips covered hers, kissing her and inhaling the fragrance of her hair. My hands began to caress her, enjoying the softness of her skin. My left hand kneaded her breasts; my right hand stroked her long, beautiful legs that I had longed for—they were so smooth.

I kissed my mother's soft, white hands again. As I gently stroked my burning penis with her elegant, piano-playing fingers, it instantly swelled even larger. I couldn't resist inserting it.

Driven by lust, I wanted to invade my mother's most precious gate. I spread her legs apart, lifting them and placing them on my shoulders, opening her vulva wide. My penis reached the entrance of my mother's vagina, and our genitals finally made contact for the first time. With a thrust, my enormous glans spread my mother's labia minora to the sides. Insertion! At first, there was a "slipping" sensation, but soon my glans was swallowed by my mother's vagina.

My mother's vagina was so tight; I had to exert force to continue inserting. My glans continued to push inward, reaching the cervix, until my penis was fully inside. My mother and I were now tightly joined together.

I was inside my mother! I could hardly believe what I was seeing! Through my penis, I felt my mother's body temperature; the inside of her vagina was so soft and warm.

Fifteen years later, I returned to this familiar place, with my now-grown and powerful penis.

My hips began to thrust, my strong, thick penis pumping in and out of my beloved mother, fulfilling our most primal biological instinct—sexual intercourse. As our genitals rubbed together, an unprecedented pleasure surged through me. I couldn't help but curse myself for being so foolish before; with such earthly pleasure at hand, I had waited until today to act.

I held my mother tightly, kissing her passionately, thrusting forcefully into her vagina, faster and harder with each stroke. My glans relentlessly pounded against her cervix, my scrotum slapping against her labia majora. Overwhelmed by lust, I no longer cared if my "bumps" would wake her.

Subconsciously, I even hoped she would awaken, because I wanted her to know how much I loved her. To fuck and pamper her in front of her would surely bring even greater pleasure.

Thrust, thrust, thrust, thrust, my penis repeatedly and rapidly entered and exited my mother's body. After nearly a hundred hard thrusts, I felt I was about to ejaculate. I exerted even more force, faster and harder, showing no mercy. At the peak of my excitement, I finally ejaculated into my mother, releasing my first load of semen inside her, freely and joyfully shooting my virgin semen deep into her vagina.

Warm semen sprayed against my mother's cervix and vaginal walls, each ejaculation bringing an even more intense climax. Finally, the semen began to flow out; all of my semen had been given to my mother.

"My mother and I have consummated our marriage; she is mine now!" Thinking this, I couldn't help but smile with satisfaction.

I gently kissed my mother's face, like a husband's tenderness towards his wife. Then I released my mother, letting my penis withdraw from her body. I saw some white, sticky liquid at the entrance of my mother's vagina—it was my semen. I quickly grabbed some tissues to wipe it away. My mother had been unconscious for twenty minutes and could wake up at any moment, so I had to be quick.

Suddenly, a thought crossed my mind: what would my mother's reaction be if she knew I had taken her? If I just kept holding her now, she would naturally know what I had done to her when she woke up, and I could then take the opportunity to tell her what I had kept hidden in my heart all these years. But would my mother understand? Would she accept my feelings for her? Would she even disown me as her son? I

had originally thought that after I "got my wish," my "Oedipus complex" would be resolved, but that wasn't the case. My "Oedipus complex" wasn't just a physical desire for my mother; having her only gave me some "comforting" satisfaction. My love for my mother wouldn't change at all.

Perhaps what I truly wanted wasn't just to possess my mother, but to possess her heart.

"Should I tell Mother? Should I confess my feelings to her?" It was quite risky, but I was willing to take the risk because I really had so much to say to her.

But then I heard a noise downstairs; it seemed someone had returned. I panicked and quickly put Mother's bra and panties back on, covered her with the blanket, and then grabbed my own underwear and rushed back to my room to get dressed.

It was my sister who had returned; I heard her looking for Mother. After a while, she came upstairs.

A few minutes later, I went to Mother's bedroom. Mother was awake, and my sister was there too. As soon as my sister saw me, she said, "How could you do this?"

I looked at Mother, and Mother looked at me. Oh no! Did Mother already know?

Under the gaze of Mother and Sister, I felt incredibly embarrassed. Just as I was about to vehemently deny it, my sister continued, "Mom fainted, and you weren't even there to take care of her."

So that's what she meant. I was shocked.

My mother seemed a little weak. She asked me, "Did you help Mom back to her room?"

My voice was still trembling slightly, "Oh, yes, yes, that's right." But I didn't help her; I carried her.

My mother asked in surprise, "Why do you seem so flustered?"

"Oh, I... I was worried about Mom," I said.

"Don't worry, Mom's fine. She just had low blood pressure," my mother said. "How long was I unconscious?"

I said, "Maybe half an hour." I started making up a story, saying that I noticed my mother had been in the bathroom for a long time and hadn't come out, and no one answered the door when I knocked, so I opened the bathroom door and found her unconscious, so I helped her back to her room.

I wondered if my "reckless" actions had made my mother feel anything unusual? I tentatively asked, "Mom, how are you feeling now?"

"I'm still a little dizzy..." My mother gently pressed her lower abdomen and said, "My stomach feels a little strange too." I think even if my mother felt pain in her private parts, she wouldn't be embarrassed to say it in front of her children. Of course, she wouldn't have imagined that the pain in her lower abdomen and private parts was my doing.

Since that day, I had been looking for an opportunity to confess my love to my mother and tell her that we had a relationship beyond mother and son. However, my mother's pregnancy made me give up the idea.

A little over a month later, my mother started experiencing morning sickness and felt nauseous. Later, my father and I accompanied my mother to the hospital for a checkup, and my mother was indeed pregnant. Although my father had undergone tubal ligation after my sister and me were born, the doctor said that tubal ligation is not 100% safe and there was nothing strange about it.

But in my heart, I wondered, "Could my mother be carrying my child?"

After my father accompanied my mother out of the examination room, I overheard a nurse asking the doctor, "She's had her tubal ligation for fifteen years, and hasn't given birth in fifteen years. Is it possible she'll have another child now?" The doctor thought for a moment and said, "...This...is indeed quite rare. I find it strange too."

So, my mother was indeed carrying my child; I had gotten my mother pregnant! Seeing my mother experience frequent morning sickness in the early stages of pregnancy, and then her belly grow bigger day by day, I felt a great sense of pride and accomplishment.

My mother was nurturing a new life again; it had been fifteen years since she last gave birth to me. During my mother's pregnancy, I accompanied her to choose baby supplies and often stayed by her side, listening to her prenatal education of the fetus.

This year, my mother gave birth to a daughter. From pregnancy to breastfeeding, over the past year, watching my mother's loving and caring image as she tenderly nurtured her child, my Oedipus complex, while not completely resolved, at least stopped being filled with lustful thoughts.

If I truly love my mother, I will not let her know what happened that evening; I will keep this secret in my heart forever.

URL 1:https://www.sexlove5.com/htmlBlog/28051.html

URL 2:/Blog.aspx?id=28051&aspx=1

Previous Page : Stories so explicit they'll make you wet - lewd stories

Next Page : You are my heartbeat

增加

comment Open a new window to view comments

Contact Information

Mother complex and forbidden fruit

comment Open a new window to view comments