An incestuous mother

Three years ago, before we bought a new house, the three of us were crammed into a tiny 30-square-meter apartment. Since there was only one bedroom, our thirteen-year-old son slept in the same bed as my husband and me.

Speaking of my husband, everyone who knows him knows how volatile his temper is. He's usually alright and loyal to his friends, but if anyone angers him, he'll go berserk and beat them to a pulp. The neighbors all know his temper, so they avoid him.

My husband and I have been married for sixteen years. The main reason I agreed to marry him was because he worked for a large state-owned enterprise. But less than two years into our marriage, the company went bankrupt, and we only received a meager minimum living allowance each month.

When the company was doing well, my husband's temper wasn't too bad, and he worked hard. But after the company went under, there wasn't much work to do, and his temper worsened day by day. He also developed a drinking problem. Every time he came home drunk, he would take it out on me and our son at the slightest provocation, so my son and I were terrified of him.

My husband has a very strong sex drive; he wants to have sex with me about every two days. He doesn't seem to care if our son sees us, often undressing me in front of him. I say, "Don't do this, our son is watching." He replies, "What's there to be afraid of! Our son isn't a stranger." I say, "Aren't you afraid he'll learn bad habits?" He says, "He's not young anymore; he should know how to play with women."

I don't dare disobey him, so I just let him do as he pleases.

With such a shameless father, the son is naturally no better. Every time my husband and I have sex, he hides and secretly watches. No matter what I say, it's useless. After it happened so many times, I just stopped paying attention to him. But I always feel a little strange when

I'm with my husband. One time, after we finished having sex, just as I was about to fall asleep, I felt someone touching my genitals. Without even looking, I knew it was my son touching me. Firstly, my husband always falls asleep like a log after sex and never touches me again; secondly, the hand that touched my genitals was so soft and small, it couldn't possibly be my husband's hand.

I was furious and wanted to kick him off the bed, but I was afraid of waking him, so I didn't dare make a sound and just pretended to be asleep. If my husband found out, he definitely wouldn't forgive our son and might even beat me too. Perhaps it was because of my indulgence, but later my son started touching my genitals frequently, and I could only pretend not to know, which was really a headache.

One day, my husband came home drunk and went straight to sleep. I had only been asleep for a short while when my son reached over and started groping my genitals. I pretended to be asleep as usual; it wasn't the first time he'd touched me like that, and I was used to it. But unexpectedly, after he touched me for a while, my vagina became wet, and a gush of fluid came out. I thought it might be because I hadn't been fucked by my husband for a few days, and my sexual desire hadn't been released.

It's embarrassing to admit, but my vaginal fluid sprayed directly onto my son's hand, startling him so much that he didn't move for a moment. After confirming I wasn't awake, he continued touching me. Perhaps because my vagina was lubricated by the fluid, it became very slippery, and this time he actually inserted his fingers inside me, mimicking how my husband usually does during sex, using his fingers as a penis to poke and prod me. It was very uncomfortable, but I couldn't get angry, so I just moved my buttocks closer to him, because that position felt more comfortable.

I was torn, unsure whether I should speak up and stop him, when my son suddenly withdrew his hand from my vagina. I thought: maybe he'd had enough? At that moment, I felt a little regretful, feeling an emptiness and discomfort in my vagina.

My conflicted feelings weren't surprising, because when a woman's sexual desire is aroused, there's always an instinctive reaction, an irresistible urge to reach an orgasm.

Just as I was caught in this internal conflict, my son behind me made another move! This time, he pressed his body against mine. I was startled by his actions! I realized my son had pulled down his underwear, and his hard, erect penis was pressed directly against my vulva.

My heart pounded wildly. Of course, I knew what he was about to do, and I knew what that meant. No, I had to stop him! But what should I do? My husband was sleeping right next to me, and he'd had too much to drink. If I woke him up, my son and I would be in serious trouble!

My son's penis was exploring between my legs very gently and carefully. He was clearly wary of his father and didn't dare make a sound.

Perhaps my son lacked sexual experience; his penis grazed past my vulva several times. I thought: I can't let him continue like this, or he'll eventually break into my secret place!

I wanted to stop him, but I didn't. Just as I hesitated (actually, it was only for a few seconds), my son's penis found the slit he was looking for, and with a "slip," it slid into the vagina that had given birth to him (or rather, "slid in," because my vagina was already very wet, and it didn't seem like my son had much effort). Although only a small part was inserted, my sensitive vaginal walls could already feel the presence of my son's penis.

Alas! What a terrible thing to do! My son's penis had actually entered his own mother's vagina! Now it was no use saying anything! My son's penis was already inside, what was the point of stopping him? Incest between mother and son had become a fact!

At that moment, I was both shocked and terrified! Shocked that my son would be so bold and shameless, daring to fuck even his own mother; terrified that my son and I had actually committed incest, and if my husband found out, the consequences for both of us would be terrible.

At that moment, my mind went blank, and I didn't know what to do. I thought and thought but couldn't make up my mind. Instead, the more my son fucked me, the more wet my vagina became. In the end, I decided to continue pretending to be asleep.

Fortunately, my husband was completely drunk and passed out next to me, sleeping like a dead pig and snoring. Although I knew that incest between mother and son was a taboo act that was shameful to the world, and in the past it would have been punished by drowning in a pig cage, my son's penis was already inside me. It was already incest, and there was no use being afraid. So I simply stopped thinking about anything and subconsciously told myself: I'm asleep! I'm asleep!!

And so, I didn't resist my son's first violation. Instead, I just stuck out my buttocks and let his penis thrust in and out of my vagina. Sigh, it's really shameful! I knew that having sex with my son was a shameful and immoral thing, but I felt a sinful pleasure.

To my slight regret, my son ejaculated quickly, and it all went inside my vagina. After ejaculating, his penis remained inside me until it softened and slid out.

I maintained the same position, my buttocks pressed tightly against his lower body. Although his penis had slid out of my vagina, the glans was still trapped between my buttocks. My son and I remained in this intimate, pressed-together position in bed until I estimated he was asleep before I dared to get up to go to the bathroom to wash myself. When

I caught the milky white semen flowing from my vagina, my feelings were incredibly complex. I thought: This is my own son's semen! I can't believe I was ejaculated inside by my own son! My son is not yet fourteen, still a minor. It wouldn't be surprising if he did something outrageous, but what's surprising is that I, as his mother, didn't stop him in time!

I sighed softly, cleaned my vagina inside and out, then took a towel back to the bedroom to carefully wipe my son's penis clean, helped him put his underwear back on, and then went back to sleep.

That night, I had many wild thoughts and tossed and turned, unable to sleep well.

The next morning, my son looked at me strangely. I guessed he was wondering why I wasn't angry with him. As a mother, of course I had my pride. It wasn't that I didn't want to be angry, but I didn't know how to tell him. This time, his mistake was different from before. Was I supposed to tell him, "You brat, why did you fuck your mother's cunt last night?" Since

things had come to this, I could only pretend I knew nothing. Although I knew it was just an ostrich mentality (burying my head in the sand to escape reality when faced with a threat), my son and I both knew the truth, but as long as we didn't say it, it wouldn't feel too awkward.

As the saying goes, "Everything is difficult at the beginning." After that first time, the second, the third… seemed to follow naturally. From then on, every time my husband finished with me, as soon as he started snoring, my son would carefully insert his penis from behind, as if the two of them were playing a sexual relay game with me in bed. At first, I was a little embarrassed and gave him some hints, not wanting to let him do this; but he completely ignored my warnings. For example, once when he was poking me with his penis, I deliberately rolled over slightly, the meaning being clear: stop it, Mom's still awake! But guess what he did? He completely ignored me! He just pulled my lower body towards him, making my buttocks face his penis again. I was worried that making too much noise would wake his father, so

I only offered a token resistance before he fucked me. Every time this kind of contest with my son ended without exception with my vagina being invaded by his penis, it became numb after a while, so I simply stopped resisting and even enjoyed it, only pretending to be asleep on the surface.

During that period, aside from the incestuous sex at night, my son and I maintained a normal mother-son relationship during the day. When he was naughty or disobedient, I would still discipline him as usual. However, sometimes when I was scolding him, I would suddenly think of the fact that he had fucked me at night, and I would feel a little guilty, afraid that he would talk back to me and say, "I've fucked your cunt, what right do you have to lecture me?" Fortunately, my son never talked back to me like that, and in my opinion, since he had fucked me, he seemed to have become more obedient than before, and his studies had also improved a lot.

Looking back now, my son was mostly quite well-behaved and willing to share the housework with me, but he would occasionally go too far, especially when his father went out to play cards. Knowing that his father wouldn't be back for a while, he would become very unruly. For example, when I was doing housework, he would suddenly come over and touch my buttocks, and no matter how much I scolded him, he would just ignore me.

Seeing that he didn't do anything too outrageous, I let him touch me. At first, he only touched me through my pants. Later, seeing that I didn't say anything, he put his hand inside my crotch and touched my buttocks against my skin. I had gotten used to him touching me for a long time, so I let him do it. Who knew he would go further and try to pull down my pants. I refused and hit his hand hard. He probably felt some pain from my hit and pulled his hand back.

But after a few days, he forgot the pain and tried to pull down my pants again. This went on and on until I gave in to him again, letting him pull my pants down to my ankles. I did housework while he touched my buttocks. This wasn't enough; he then went on to touch my vulva. I often felt itchy inside my vagina from his touch, and my vagina was wet. But no matter what, I wouldn't allow him to penetrate me, because that was my bottom line. I could pretend not to know when I was sleeping at night, but it was hard to explain if he penetrated me in broad daylight.

Once, I was taking a shower in the bathroom when my son suddenly pushed the door open and said he needed to pee. He pulled out his semi-erect penis right in front of me. Seeing that he hadn't urinated for a long time, and was just playing with his penis until it was big and hard, I said, "You little rascal, what are you doing?"

My son looked at me with ill intent and said, "Mom, what should I do if I can't pee?"

I said, "If you can't pee, then don't!"

My son grinned shamelessly, "Mom, I feel so uncomfortable if I don't pee."

Of course, I knew what he wanted to do, so I ignored him. He simply took off his underwear, and with his erect penis, he started to grope me.

To be honest, I was a little tempted at that moment; my vagina was already soaking wet. But the crime of incest between mother and son was something I couldn't bear. So I resisted desperately. Seeing my determination, my son had no choice but to give up his idea of defiling me, saying, "Mom, can you let me touch you?"

Seeing his pitiful look, my heart softened, and I gave in to him. So I gave in to him again. From then on, every time I showered, he would come in and touch me, claiming he was helping me dry off, but actually he would grope me all over, from my breasts to my buttocks, from my labia majora and minora to my clitoris and vagina.

Although I verbally scolded him for being a scoundrel, I secretly enjoyed being caressed like that. Women all have a desire to be needed, and I was no exception. So I would deliberately shower when my husband wasn't home, so that my son could come in and touch me.

But no matter what, I wouldn't allow him to violate me in broad daylight. The two of us only touched each other. After several failed attempts, he had to give up the idea of openly committing adultery with me in broad daylight and continued to be satisfied with the situation of touching me openly during the day and doing it secretly at night.

In fact, during that period, I was far from at peace with myself. I was in a very contradictory state: on the one hand, I allowed my son to sexually assault me, and on the other hand, I had to maintain the image of a normal mother in front of him.

During that time, my son and I were still getting along well during the day, but at night, after my husband fell asleep, my son would come and have sex with me, his penis erect. It was dark at night, and neither of us could see him clearly, so I just let him penetrate me. My son became increasingly skilled; for the first two months, I often worried about not being able to reach orgasm, but later I could reach orgasm every time. Sometimes, when my husband was out playing mahjong, my son would have sex with me several times in a row, ejaculating all over my vagina with his semen.

However, my son was also a clever little devil; he knew when his dad usually came home and would always leave me about ten minutes to clean up afterward. I didn't care about being shy; after each time, before my son fell asleep, I would go to the toilet naked to clean up the semen in my vagina, and then use a wet towel to clean his penis.

Every time I cleaned his penis, my son would look at me with a smile, looking like he was enjoying it, but neither of us would say a word, as if nothing had happened between us if we didn't speak.

I constantly switched between the roles of a strict mother and a harlot in front of my own son. But since we had already had a physical relationship, I sometimes lacked confidence when I was harsh with him, and even appeared weak-willed.

I remember once my son did poorly on a midterm exam, and I questioned him about why he did so badly, whether he hadn't studied properly; he replied nonchalantly, "Mom, I was just a little careless during the exam, I'll definitely do well on the final exam." At that moment, I hated his indifferent attitude, and I suspected that he might not take my words seriously because he had slept with me. I don't know what came over me, but I suddenly became inexplicably angry and slapped him in front of my husband, leaving a clear five-finger mark on half of his face.

My son seemed stunned by the slap, forgetting to cry, and I was also shocked by myself, unable to speak for a moment. My husband was the first to react. He snorted and cursed, "You bitch, even if he deserves a beating, it's not your place to hit him!"

Then he kicked our son hard in the butt.

That afternoon, after my husband went to work, I regretted hitting our son so hard and wanted to apologize, but I couldn't bring myself to say it. I was so anxious I broke out in a sweat. I decided to take a shower first, and I had just taken off my clothes when my son came in grinning, the five finger marks on his face still fresh! I glared at him and said, "Can't you see I'm taking a shower? What are you doing here?"

My son shamelessly said, "Mom, I just wanted to make amends and help you wash up!"

I felt sorry for the slap he'd just received, so I went along with it, saying, "Good thing you know what's good for you! If you do this again, I'll castrate you!"

My son quickly stripped naked, and hearing my words, he grinned and offered me his penis, saying, "Mom, this was purely an accident. If it happens again, just cut it off."

I chuckled at his words, and my regret vanished. What happened next is probably obvious to everyone. I quickly transformed from a strict mother into a wanton woman. My son, under the guise of bathing me, groped my entire body, and then brazenly inserted his right index and middle fingers into my vagina, making me gush with vaginal fluid until I ejaculated.

Seeing my state, my son thought he could take advantage of the situation and thrust his rock-hard member at me, only to be kicked away by me. He was at a loss and had to masturbate to relieve his pent-up desire.

Thanks to my son's understanding, that incident passed smoothly, and our relationship wasn't affected at all. Although I didn't say anything, I was actually very grateful to him.

My son and I played this cat-and-mouse game of cat and mouse, and although we couldn't fully indulge ourselves because of our mother-son relationship, we still had a lot of fun.

However, one night, a little accident happened.

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I don't know why, but my husband and his card-playing friends suddenly decided to play cards at our house. This had never happened before because our house is too small, with only two rooms. They played cards in the living room, while my son and I slept in the bedroom. Even the slightest noise could be heard outside, so we didn't dare to do anything.

The card game lasted until after midnight, and by the time my husband went to bed, it was almost 1 a.m. My son had long since fallen asleep.

The next day at noon, my husband went to work. My son, impatient because we hadn't gotten together the night before, dropped his chopsticks and started pulling down my pants as soon as his dad left.

I thought he'd just touch me as usual, but he quickly pulled off his own pants after pulling mine down, revealing his erect penis, the glans almost touching my stomach.

I asked, "What are you trying to do?"

My son put on a pitiful look and said, "Mom, look, my dick's about to burst, just let me have a go."

I softened for a moment, but maybe I also had that need, so I turned away like an ostrich, and deliberately went to the table, pretending to wipe it. My clever son understood what I meant. He grabbed me from behind, his hard penis pressing against my vulva.

I didn't say anything, but slightly arched my buttocks, making it easy for his glans to find the entrance to my vagina.

My son rubbed the head of his penis against my vulva a few times, and knowing that my vagina was already wet, he said, "Mom, I'm going to put it in now!"

Naturally, I was too embarrassed to answer his question, so I deliberately changed the subject, saying, "This table is really old; no matter how I wipe it, it's never clean."

Before I could finish speaking, my son thrust his lower body forward, shoving his sinful penis inside me.

That was the first time he had penetrated me in broad daylight.

Although my vagina had been fucked by him countless times, the taboo of incest between mother and son still prevented me from facing this reality.

So, while raising my buttocks to make it easier for my son to thrust from behind, I pretended to be doing housework, occasionally chatting with him about things that happened at his school.

My son seemed to understand my feelings, so he obediently chatted with me about this and that, as if we hadn't done anything wrong and were just having a casual conversation.

But his penis wasn't idle either; its erect shaft, like a drill bit, relentlessly pounded into my vagina, the large glans pressing against the inner walls, making me wet and gushing. His hands, too, were restless, reaching inside my bra and brazenly groping my breasts.

I was both ashamed and terrified, but an overwhelming physical desire overcame all fear, immersing me in the incestuous pleasure of having sex with my own son. I clearly remember the "slap slap slap" sound of his abdomen hitting my buttocks, the "plop plop" sound of his penis thrusting rapidly in and out of my wet vagina—sounds that were both embarrassing and stimulating.

Perhaps because it was broad daylight, my orgasm came especially quickly and intensely. When it reached its climax, I couldn't help but moan, "Oh...ah..."

Seeing my slutty state, my son got very excited and started fucking me hard with his big cock, his mouth becoming unrestrained as he thrust, saying, "Mom, does your son's cock feel good when he fucks you?"

How could I say yes? I just kept shaking my head, and he deliberately teased me, saying, "Mom means you don't feel good! Then I'll pull it out!"

I was really afraid he would pull his cock out suddenly, but he didn't. He still cared about my feelings.

That time, my son's performance was really great. His hands seemed to have magic power; when he touched my nipples, they got hard; when he touched my clitoris, it got hard. Needless to say, his cock, which I gave him, was as hard as an iron rod, the glans hot and thick, pressing against my clitoris felt better than anything else. He didn't do anything special, just pulled in and out as usual, but I felt exceptionally comfortable, as if each thrust was a pleasant journey. His cute big glans slid inside my vagina, bumping against my clitoris again and again, making my breasts and buttocks ripple, and causing me to pant heavily; making my clitoris tremble wildly, my vagina tightening and loosening like a suction cup, tightly gripping my own son's penis, as if trying to suck it dry. My

son's performance was like that of a seasoned fucker. Sometimes he would slap my vaginal opening hard with his hard cock, making a slapping sound, and then thrust in forcefully; other times he would pull out his cock and tease my clitoris with the glans, making me unbearably itchy, but I couldn't ask him for it, so I could only gently sway my fat buttocks, and the lustful fluid in my vagina would flow out uncontrollably, but my son would push it back with his cock.

In short, during that incestuous sexual encounter in broad daylight, I was wantonly played with by my own son, reaching three orgasms in a row, while he ejaculated twice inside me.

After the first ejaculation, he only rested for a minute or two, his penis remaining inside me without softening, even saying he would block my entrance to prevent his semen from leaking out.

Soon, my son regained his strength and continued to have sex with me.

Because my vagina was full of my son's semen, the cavity became even more slippery and the tender flesh of the vaginal walls became exceptionally sensitive, and every thrust of my son's penis inside me brought me immense pleasure.

After being ejaculated inside me twice by my son, I reached my third orgasm. At that moment, I felt both incredibly good and exhausted, my legs trembling so much I could barely stand. Before my son's penis was withdrawn, the mixture of my own vaginal fluid and my son's semen flowed out from the junction of our genitals, soaking my legs.

When my son pulled his penis out, even more fluid gushed from my vagina like a waterfall, soaking a large area of the floor beneath me.

Exhausted, I forgot all about being shy and squatted down, letting the semen flow onto the floor like I was urinating. It was the first time my son had ever seen me like this. He squatted in front of me, watching me defecate with great curiosity. He probably wanted to ask me something but held back. I blushed and remained silent; the two of us maintained a tacit silence.

Once most of the semen had drained from my vagina, I had regained my strength. I quickly got up and went to the bathroom to wash myself. Then I grabbed a towel and started wiping my son's penis. I always cleaned up after him, so it was a habit. It wasn't until my son looked at me with a grin that I realized it was broad daylight. My face flushed, and I hurriedly ran into the bathroom.

My son followed me in. I deliberately put on a stern face and asked, "What are you up to now?"

My son smiled and said, "Mom, I saw you were tired, so I wanted to get a mop and mop the floor. We can't leave that stuff out for Dad to see when he gets home, right?"

I felt incredibly ashamed and a little annoyed, and said, "I can mop it myself."

My son knew I was embarrassed and didn't argue. In the end, he mopped the floor. Thinking about it now, it's quite embarrassing. I wonder what my son was thinking when he was mopping up that huge puddle of incestuous sex fluid?

After that completely accidental first time, my incestuous sexual relations with my son became completely unrestrained. My bottom line was that I wouldn't let my son penetrate me during the day, but now that line had been crossed, I simply let go. However, due to shyness, I still didn't dare face him directly during intercourse.

From then on, whenever my husband wasn't home, my son would find an opportunity to pull down my pants and have sex with me anywhere in the room. I would only offer slight resistance before he penetrated me. Every time, my son would ejaculate inside me, and after ejaculating, he would make me spread my legs so he could see the semen flowing out.

Actually, I'm a rather traditional woman, and I usually dress very simply and conservatively. The reason I went to the point of incestuous sex with my own son is all my husband's fault. It was his indifferent attitude that emboldened my son to have sex with his mother; and it also meant that I didn't bear much psychological burden after being violated by my son.

However, it's unrealistic to say I have absolutely no psychological burden, after all, I'm having sex with my own son! So every time after he penetrates me, I feel inexplicably depressed, sometimes even questioning my own sanity.

To be honest, I've secretly resolved to end this abnormal mother-son relationship, but when he comes at me, I just can't bring myself to refuse him. I think deep down, I actually crave incestuous sex with my son, but I've never dared to admit it or face it.

To maintain my image as a mother in front of my son, I can only bury my head in the sand like an ostrich. At night, it's easy; I just have to pretend to be asleep. During the day, I have to pretend to do this and that. Sometimes I even find it quite ridiculous. My son is clearly pulling down my pants and using his erect penis to find my vagina, but I have to pretend to be nonchalant and keep wiping the perfectly clean furniture over and over. What's even more ridiculous is that while doing these things, I have to stick my butt out or spread my legs to make it easier for my son to fuck me.

So, whenever my husband is away from home, this absurd and ridiculous farce often unfolds in our house: I'm watching TV or knitting, when suddenly I see my son walking towards me naked. So I get up and go to the kitchen to wash the dishes. While I'm washing the dishes, my son comes up behind me and calmly pulls off my pants, sometimes even stripping me completely naked. And I, as if nothing happened, continue washing my dishes (which are actually very clean and don't need washing). I even bend down, squatting slightly (because my son is shorter than me), letting him thrust his penis against my vulva from behind. Sometimes I even proactively reach down and press his glans against my vaginal opening to help him find the right spot.

Everyone knows that squatting while washing dishes is very tiring, but I deliberately choose to suffer, just to make it easier for my son to fuck me from behind.

Fortunately, my son is quite obedient and always cooperates with my performance. We tacitly carried out this incestuous act between mother and son every day, yet outwardly pretended nothing had happened. We'd only indulge ourselves occasionally in moments of intense passion, but most of the time, after intercourse, we'd go back to our own lives.

I remember one evening, my husband went out to play cards after dinner. No sooner had he left than my son came up to me, trying to... well, you know. I said, "You haven't done your homework yet."

He replied, "Mom, how am I supposed to do my homework if you don't sharpen my pen refill?"

I naturally understood what he meant by sharpening the pen refill, so I let him pull down my pants.

It was prime time for a TV drama, and I, naked from the waist down, switched the TV to the drama channel, saying, "Don't bother me while I'm watching TV, okay?"

My son grunted in agreement, first plopping down on the sofa, then pulling me onto his penis.

With my own son's penis inside me, how could I possibly concentrate on watching a drama? But I still had to maintain appearances. I deliberately chatted with my son about the plot of a TV series, while my buttocks moved up and down, stroking his erect penis.

For some reason, my orgasm came exceptionally quickly that day; I ejaculated before even finishing one episode. Afterwards, I felt weak all over and couldn't even sit up. I said, "Mom's a little tired and wants to rest. Go turn off the TV so it doesn't disturb your homework."

My son was considerate; he reluctantly pulled out his still-erect penis and said, "Mom, no need to turn off the TV, just turn the volume down."

Then he put on his clothes and sat down at the dining table to do his homework.

About an hour later, he finished. After tidying up his stationery, my son started taking off his clothes again. I misunderstood, thinking he wasn't satisfied and wanted to fuck me again, so I went to the kitchen to wash the dishes as usual.

A moment later, my son came in. He quickly pulled down my pants, first touching my vulva with his hand, and said, "Mom, let your son help you, okay?"

I blushed and shook my head, then felt my vagina tighten as a thick, hard penis thrust inside. Although I had recently experienced an orgasm, it still felt great.

My son hugged my waist tightly from behind, thrusting his lower body forcefully. Due to the height difference, his penis couldn't penetrate fully, so I squatted down slightly and stuck my butt out as much as possible to allow his penis to penetrate deeper.

My son thrust his lower body rapidly, his large penis, which had emerged from my vagina, sometimes leaving only half of its glans inside, and sometimes penetrating fully. The movement reminded me of a male and female dog mating. I suddenly felt very shy, so I made conversation by asking my son about his recent studies.

My son answered my questions half-heartedly, his penis vigorously thrusting into my vagina, while he used one hand to touch my clitoris. I only asked him two or three questions before I couldn't hold back any longer, moaning "Oh... Ah..." repeatedly.

This time, my son ejaculated quickly, quite a lot. After he finished, he didn't pull out, but continued to hug me from behind, saying, "Mom, you're so good to me. I thought I'd have to masturbate today!"

I said, "Look at you, so impatient. You just finished your homework and you're already taking off your clothes. What can I do?"

My son chuckled and said, "Mom, I was getting ready to take a shower!"

Only then did I realize that he had taken off his clothes to go to the bathroom to shower.

My face flushed, and to cover my embarrassment, I quickly replied, "Then why don't you go take a shower!"

My son said, "Mom, let's shower together."

I said, "No, your dad's coming back soon."

He said, "No, there's still more than an hour!"

I knew my husband would play mahjong until midnight every night, so I acquiesced.

So my son, without even pulling out his penis, would hold me close, like conjoined twins, and we'd go to the bathroom to shower while continuing to have sex. Penetration in the shower was quite an experience, but because of our mother-son relationship, I didn't want him to be too unrestrained in front of me. Therefore, we didn't talk much during sex; the only conversations were about his studies.

My son ejaculated inside me again. However, because we were showering, I didn't have to squat down as usual. Instead, I stood in front of him, letting him insert his fingers into my vagina to clean me.

My son and I maintained this incestuous sexual relationship without speaking for over a year. Because we were both in love, things progressed smoothly.

Perhaps it's because of my role as a mother, but in my memory, almost every sexual encounter between my son and me was initiated by him. I, as the mother, was merely a passive recipient; I never initiated sex with him, nor did I ever perform oral sex on him.

Have you noticed that I've rambled on so much, yet rarely mentioned my sex life with my husband? Actually, my husband has a very high sex drive, almost every two days, and each time it lasts for ten to twenty minutes. So, from a sexual perspective, I don't have a problem with not being sexually satisfied. However, my husband is very domineering. In his eyes, I'm just a woman for him to release his lust, not much different from an inflatable doll.

In all these years of marriage, there has been almost no emotional communication between us. He never considers my feelings, whether I'm willing or not, whether I've reached orgasm or not; he only cares about himself. So, I always passively accepted it, and I assumed that's just how male-female sex is.

This mindset may have also affected my sex life with my son, to the point that I rarely express my personal feelings and needs in front of him. For a while, I even thought it was unimaginable to actively seek love from my own son.

But my son is different from my husband. People might think I'm ridiculous, comparing things like sex, especially between my son and husband.

Sigh! Anyway, things are what they are, what else can I hide? To be frank, before having sex with my son, I always thought I hated sex. Since then, I've gone from passively accepting it to looking forward to it; I've started to see sex not as dirty or vulgar, but as a wonderful exchange of souls and physical pleasure.

In the years since we started dating, my son has developed incredibly fast, growing from 160cm to 175cm, and his penis is almost as big as his father's, in length and girth, but with a hardness his father can't match.

However, the biggest difference between my son and his father is that he knows how to respect me. This respect wasn't just expressed in words, but in many details. For example, the foreplay before intercourse, the caresses after orgasm, and how my son would suppress his desires when I didn't want to, instead of simply using me as an outlet.

It was these many heartwarming actions that made me feel my son's deep love, making me willing to bear the stigma of incest rather than betray him.

Memories are always so painful!

I don't know why I've rambled on like this. I'm very grateful that you've listened to me so patiently. If my story is too chaotic, please forgive me, because there are so many stories between my son and me over the years, so many trivial things, and sometimes I can't even tell which things came first and which came last. I remember

once I did a good deed, and my son didn't bother me for several days. On the third day, I was almost clean, but my son didn't know. That evening after dinner, my husband went out to play cards again, and my son sat alone on the sofa watching TV. I don't know what happened, but suddenly I felt an itch in my vagina and wanted my son to have sex with me, but I was too shy to say it.

I finished clearing the dishes from the table and deliberately said to my son, "Mom's going to wash the dishes!"

Unlike usual, my son didn't follow me into the kitchen but instead plopped down at the table and started doing his homework.

I called my son to help me wash the dishes twice, once to roll up my sleeves and the other time to get me the dish soap. That day, for some reason, my son just wouldn't get it. When I came out of the kitchen after washing the dishes, I was furious with him but had nowhere to vent my anger.

I watched TV absentmindedly for a while, and suddenly a brilliant idea struck me—I pretended to change clothes in front of him. I stripped naked from the waist down and then pretended to ask my son, "Where did the pair of underwear I left here go?"

My son stared at my crotch with lecherous eyes and said, "Mom, you'll have to take them off again in the shower anyway, so don't wear them."

With that, he got up from the sofa and came over.

I knew my plan had worked, so I deliberately turned around and pretended to look for my underwear. My son understood and came behind me. He first gently patted my butt, then squatted down behind me and spread my buttocks apart with his hands to look inside.

I said, "What are you looking at?"

My son chuckled and said, "Mom, I'm checking if you've finished your good deed."

I said, "Whether I've finished or not is none of your business!"

My son said, "It's not my business, but it's my business."

With that, he took off his pants and brought his already erect penis to my crotch.

I said, "You brat, go do your homework."

Although I said that, I obediently bent over and let him insert his penis.

My son, while fucking me, said, "Mom, after I hand in this assignment, I'll do the teacher's assignment."

I said, "I didn't assign any homework."

My son thrust into me forcefully and said, "Isn't this the homework Mom assigned to her son?"

I said "Oh," and said, "You're just so irresponsible."

Actually, he wasn't the only one who was irresponsible; that day, I, as his mother, was deliberately seducing him. But my son didn't expose me; instead, he tried his best to satisfy me with his penis.

That day, my orgasm came particularly quickly; probably in less than ten minutes, my legs were weak from my son's fucking. My son asked me with concern what was wrong, and I was too embarrassed to say that I had an orgasm, so I said I was a little tired and wanted to rest.

My son was quite considerate. He quickly pulled his large penis out of my vagina and said, "Mom, let me help you go inside and sleep for a while!"

I said, "What about you?"

My son chuckled, shaking his penis, which was covered in my vaginal fluid, and said, "It's okay, I can just feed it again tonight."

I was suddenly very touched, and on impulse, I said, "Little Rascal (my son's nickname), sit on the sofa, and I'll help you get it out with my mouth."

My son looked at me with shining eyes and said, "Really?"

I said, "Just this once."

My son said, "Then I'll go wash up first."

I said, "No need, just wipe it with your underwear."

So, my son wiped the fluid off his penis with his underwear and sat down on the sofa. As for me, I knelt naked in front of my own son, opened my mouth, and took the large penis that had come out of my vagina into my mouth.

This was my first time giving a man oral sex. I imitated what the women in porn movies did, licking my son's penis with my tongue and sucking on his glans. My son looked down at me, looking very satisfied.

The whole oral sex session probably only lasted about five or six minutes. I only asked him once, "Does this feel good?"

My son didn't say much, just nodded and said, "Yes."

To my surprise, I also felt pleasure while giving my son oral sex. I quickly felt aroused again, and a stream of vaginal fluid flowed from my vagina, wetting the floor beneath me.

So I softly said, "Mom's mouth is a little sore." After saying that, I got up and straddled him, taking his penis into my vagina and beginning our second round of lovemaking.

It was the first time I had sex with my son like this, sitting face-to-face on his penis, so I was inevitably a little shy. I buried my head in my son's shoulder, afraid to look at him. He didn't speak, just gently held me. Just as I was about to have another orgasm, he suddenly stood up, supporting my buttocks with both hands, and thrusting into me with each rise and fall.

This time, we both reached orgasm almost simultaneously. As he screamed and ejaculated deep into my vagina, I wrapped my legs tightly around his waist, my lower body thrusting forward with arousal, like a mother animal being nursed by her son, suckling his essence with my lower mouth.

Now, recalling these little things, it's truly both sweet and bitter. Sigh, sometimes I think: if we weren't mother and son, that would be great! Then I wouldn't have to carry so much emotional burden. But then I think: if he weren't my biological son, would I still be so willing to let him fuck me?

No! Probably not!! Of course not!!!

For over two years, my son and I maintained this tacitly understood, superficially normal but actually illicit mother-son relationship, until early last year when the plot took a new turn.

(Part 2)

On New Year's Eve last year, my husband, unusually, didn't go out to play cards, and the whole family sat together on the sofa in the living room watching the Spring Festival Gala. This was a rare occurrence in our family, and I suddenly felt a sense of home.

The Gala ended after midnight, and amidst the sound of firecrackers, the three of us went to bed together. As soon as we got into bed, my husband stripped me naked and wanted to have sex with me. Every New Year's Eve, we never turn off the lights in our house, and while my husband and I were having sex, my son would watch with great interest.

My husband ejaculated quickly. As he pulled out his semen-covered penis, he said to our son beside him, "You little bastard, so engrossed in watching, do you want to come up and fuck me too?"

To my surprise, our son actually nodded and said, "Yes."

My face flushed red, and I scolded, "You little rascal, go to sleep!"

My husband laughed and said, "Good boy, you really want to fuck your mother? Well done, you're a son of the Shi family." He patted our son's head and said, "Take off your pants and let me see if you're good enough." Our

son actually took off his pants. His penis was naturally not as thick as his father's, but for his age at the time, it was quite large and very firm, with a white, tender shaft and a rosy glans, looking very sexy.

My husband was clearly taken aback that his son's penis was almost as big as his own. He paused for a moment, then said, "You little bastard, no wonder you're so fascinated! You're acting like an adult. I just don't know if you're any good."

"Good," my son said, kneeling on the bed with his erect penis.

"Alright, then you come up and try fucking your mother's cunt."

My husband seemed genuinely going to let his son fuck me. He got off me, sat on my left, and spread my thighs apart with his hands.

Although I really wanted my son to fuck me, and he had already fucked me countless times before, I had to pretend in front of my husband. I said, "No, husband, this is incest."

My husband cursed, "You stinking bitch, shut your stinking mouth! I said it's okay, so it's okay."

After saying that, he gestured for his son to come up and fuck me.

My son, perhaps noticing my pale face, hesitated for a moment. My husband then pulled him onto me, saying, "You little bastard, didn't you say you wanted to fuck your mother? I don't care what you care about! If you're a man, then do it right now."

My son, forced to kneel between my legs, asked, "What if Mom won't let me?"

My husband said fiercely, "Are you listening to her or me?"

As he spoke, he spread my vulva open with his hands, saying, "You little bastard, see this? This is your mother's cunt. You were born from here, you know?"

I blushed deeply with shame. Although my son had fucked my cunt many times before, this was the first time he had it spread open like this, especially since I had just finished having sex with my husband, and his semen was still flowing from my cunt!

I don't know if my son was faking it or if he was genuinely scared, but he poked at me several times without penetrating. My husband, watching impatiently, yelled, "Damn it, you can't even fit your mother in such a big cunt? Are you even a man?" With that, he grabbed my son's penis and forced it into my vagina.

The moment my son's penis entered me, I felt more pleasure than ever before, and I couldn't help but let out a soft moan.

My husband slapped my buttocks and yelled, "You filthy bitch, you feel this good being fucked by your son, and you still say no!"

At that moment, I wondered if I was truly a born slut, because I found myself desperately craving my son's penis. Every time he entered, I couldn't help but arch my back to meet him, and every time he withdrew, I felt a void in my vagina, longing for him to enter again.

But outwardly, I had to pretend to be extremely unwilling.

I struggled incessantly, deliberately squeezing my legs together and occasionally thrusting my lower body forward, ostensibly to throw my son's penis out, but secretly to accommodate his thrusts.

My son was quite the actor; he repeatedly pried my legs apart, saying, "Mom, don't be angry, Dad told me to fuck you."

Under my husband's coercion, I finally gave up struggling. I still clearly remember the scene—my son knelt between my legs, fucking me while asking his father, "Dad, is this how you fuck?"

My husband replied expressionlessly, "Yes, this is how you fuck." The

son asked again, "Dad, every time you finish fucking Mom, there's a white stuff coming out of her vagina. What's that?"

The husband said, "You're quite observant! That's my semen. Men ejaculate when they're having sex with a woman and it's at its most pleasurable."

The son deliberately acted cocky and asked, "Dad, will I ejaculate when I have sex with Mom?"

The husband paused for a moment and said, "You're fifteen years old now, you should be able to ejaculate by now!"

The son then asked, "Why does Dad always ejaculate after he finishes?" "You went to sleep, is ejaculating tiring?"

The husband said, "A man's penis goes soft after ejaculating, what else can he do if he doesn't sleep?"

The son said, "Oh, is that so! Then I won't ejaculate. I want to keep fucking my mom like this!"

The husband chuckled and said, "Silly boy, men fuck women for that one moment of ejaculation, understand?"

The son asked, "Why?"

The husband said, "Because that moment of ejaculation is the most pleasurable, silly boy. Besides, if I didn't ejaculate when I fucked your mother, how would you have been born?"

The son asked, "If I ejaculate inside Mom's vagina, will she give birth to another son for me?"

The husband glared at him and cursed, "You little bastard! Trying to rebel against me? Dream on! After I gave birth to you, I put an IUD in your mother. No matter how much you ejaculate inside her, she can't get pregnant!"

The son was

speechless. You might think this is absurd, something I made up; but that's how it happened. If you don't believe me, you can just listen to my story; I completely understand. Because this kind of thing is inherently unbelievable, not something a normal person would do. But my husband is a peculiar one; his thoughts are different from others. We've been married for so many years, but I still don't understand him. Enough

rambling, let's get back to the point!

My son was fucking me hard in front of his dad with the very penis I gave him, without ejaculating for a long time. My husband watched for a while, then got sleepy. He patted my son's butt and said, "You little bastard, you're really something."

My son chuckled and said, "Dad, like father, like son!" My husband yawned and said, "Yeah, keep it up, fuck your mother." Then he lay down beside us, letting my son and I have sex, while he fell fast asleep.

I really don't understand my husband. How could he tolerate his wife and son engaging in such incestuous acts that are despised by the world? Doesn't he care at all about sharing his wife with his own son?

Or has he never cared about me at all? But at that moment, I wasn't angry. I was even a little grateful to him because he let me taste my son's young penis, and it was his indifferent attitude that allowed me to escape the confusion of incest.

That night, my husband slept next to us, and he soon started snoring. Before, I always had to sneak around when I had sex with my son, because I was afraid my husband would find out. Every time, I would turn my back to him, stick my butt out, and let him fuck me from behind. Now, I no longer have to be so anxious about having sex with my son secretly. I started to indulge myself and began to try the woman-on-top position, sitting on my son's penis and actively stroking it up and down. Ever since that time I had sex with my son on the living room sofa, I've found this position extremely stimulating. It makes me feel like my son is my little pony. My son also seems to enjoy this position where I'm in control. He lets me ride on top of him, my body rising and falling, while he reaches out and freely plays with my breasts.

That one time left a deep impression on me. My son was fucking me while showering me with attention: "Mom, you look so sexy, I love it."

I smiled slightly and said, "Really?"

My son continued, "Mom, look, my cock is going in and out of your pussy, it looks so good!"

I blushed and said, "Mom saw it too, do you like it?"

My son said, "I love it! Mom, there's so much water in your pussy! It's all flowing out of my cock."

My face turned even redder, and I said gently, "You little rascal, it's all your fault!"

My son said with a wronged look, "Mom, you're the one doing all the moving, how can you blame me?"

I smiled gently and said, "Of course I blame you. Your cock is so big." It was so hard, like a drill that pierced right through my pussy. How could I not be wet?

My son then asked me, "Mom, has Dad ever fucked you like this?"

I said, "No."

My son said, "Really?"

While stroking my son's penis, I said, "Your dad only knows one position. I'm so tired of it!"

Hearing me say that, my son said, "Mom, I want to fuck you in many different positions. Will you teach me?"

My face flushed, and I said, "You little rascal, you're better than me. You don't need me to teach you!"

My son said, "Mom, how good do you think I am?"

I was speechless for a moment and said, "You—"

I wanted to say, "Every time you fuck me, I feel so good!" But I couldn't say it.

The words I couldn't say came out to my son: "Mom, don't I always make you feel good when I fuck you?"

I retorted, "You still dare to say that!"

That night, my son and I had a great time and enjoyed ourselves immensely. I was so glad I no longer had to worry about my husband suddenly waking up. I would occasionally glance at my sleeping husband with disdain, inwardly cheering, "Look how good your son is at fucking! Much better than you!" "Look, look at how your son fucks your woman!"

My son and I tried various positions, and his young, strong penis made me feel incredibly good. I responded to him with unprecedented passion, and he reciprocated with countless thrusts. We kissed incessantly, saying things we'd never said before. My son's penis never left my vagina. When he ejaculated for the first time, I was riding on top of him. He held my slender waist tightly with his legs, while I gently swayed my plump buttocks, grinding my son's penis like grinding soybeans.

My son, grinning under my crotch, said, "Mom, I came, let's rest for a bit."

I said, "What, you beg for mercy now?"

My son said, "Mom is the Buddha, even the mighty Sun Wukong can't escape the Buddha's palm."

I chuckled at my son's words and said, "Mom isn't the Buddha, at most I'm Guanyin."

My son said, "That's right, Mom is the compassionate Guanyin Bodhisattva, that's why she used the Guanyin lotus position to subdue me!"

I was so ashamed that I said, "Get lost."

I lifted my lower body, just about to get off him, when I saw a lot of milky white semen flowing out of my vagina, which was pouring onto my son's penis. I blushed with embarrassment and let out a soft "Oh," and quickly squatted down, sitting on his still-erect penis.

I was ashamed to face this lewd and wanton scene, so I was a little flustered and clumsy, and accidentally hurt my son.

My son cried out, "Ouch!" and said, "Mom, can you be gentle? You'll break my dick like that."

As he spoke, my son gently pushed with his hand, and his wet, big thing "slipped" into my vagina.

I said, "You little rascal, why are you in again?"

My son grinned mischievously and flipped me over, straddling me. He adjusted his position and said while fucking me, "Goddess Guanyin, watch how Sun Wukong wields his Ruyi Jingu Bang and wreaks havoc in the Dragon Palace of the East Sea!"

I was going to scold him because such continuous intercourse would be bad for his health, but my son's words amused me. So I said, "You little monkey, what are you trying to prove with your defeated meat stick that you're some kind of magic staff?"

My son chuckled and said, "Mom, don't underestimate my meat stick. It can grow big or small, it's been through countless battles, and it can subdue all sorts of demons, from the White Bone Demon to the Spider Demon. Oh, by the way, what kind of demon am I, Mom?"

I said, "Didn't you just say I was the compassionate Guanyin Bodhisattva?"

My son said, "That was just now. Now, Mom, I'm riding you, and I, Sun Wukong, don't strike nameless ghosts with my staff. Mom, tell me quickly, what kind of demon are you?"

As he spoke, he thrust his lower body forward, his big cock hitting my G-spot, making my whole body go limp. I couldn't help but let out a moan and said, "You little rascal, you're going to die!"

Young people are just different. My son's penis seemed to have magic power; he quickly regained his strength and mounted me, fucking me hard until I was weak and wet, and I couldn't bear to let him go. I involuntarily raised my legs and squeezed him tightly, thrusting my lower body to meet his thrusts. Mother and son began their second round of physical battle.

That night, I don't remember how many times my son's penis ejaculated inside me, nor how many orgasms I had. Anyway, after intercourse, my vagina was full of my own son's semen. The orgasms exhausted me; I didn't even have the strength to get up and wash myself. I just left my own son's semen inside the vagina and uterus where I gave birth to him, and the two of us clung tightly to each other and slept soundly until dawn.

The next morning, my husband woke up earlier than me. When I woke up, I found a large patch of the newly made bed sheet was soaked with my vaginal fluid. My face flushed, and I quickly urged my son to get up so I could change the sheet. My son was fast asleep and refused to get up. Just then, my husband came out of the bathroom and said, "It's New Year's Day, let him sleep a little longer. Why are you urging him to get up?" I said shyly, "The sheet is completely wet." He paused for a moment and said, "So what if it's wet? It gets wet again after we change it. We can't change it every day." My face turned even redder, but seeing that my husband didn't seem to be mocking me, I ignored him and insisted on waking my son to change the sheet.

But the next morning, the sheet was indeed soaked again, just as my husband had said. We only have two sheets at home, and if I washed them again, there wouldn't be any left to change, so I had to use a hairdryer to dry it. My husband saw it but didn't say anything. Anyway, I'm the one who does these things, and he's too lazy to care.

After that, my sex life with my son went from being clandestine to being public. At first, I was a little reserved, feeling that having sex with my own son in front of my husband was a bit too much. But my son was wicked; sometimes he would deliberately wait until my husband was about to come home before having sex with me. As soon as my husband walked in, he would see the two of us, naked and entangled together, my son's penis thrusting rapidly in and out of his wife's cunt. Most of the time, my husband wouldn't say anything, at most he would just watch from the side and then walk away. Occasionally, he would say something sarcastic to me: "You slut, you like fucking your son so much!" "Is your son's penis any good? Look at you, you're so slutty, let your son fuck you to death!" Or he would say to his son: "You little bastard, fuck your mother properly for me, so she won't go looking for other men outside when her cunt is itchy. I don't want to wear a green hat on my head." I found it quite funny to hear this. Doesn't a son fucking his wife also mean he's wearing a green hat?

During that period, one thing that embarrassed me the most was dealing with the semen my husband and son ejaculated inside me. My husband's semen was relatively easy to handle; it would flow out quickly. But my son, because he ejaculated a large amount each time with great force, some of the semen went directly into my uterus and wouldn't flow out easily, even by scratching it off. Sometimes, the semen from the night before wouldn't come out until I went out the next day, at least wetting my underwear, and sometimes it would run down my thighs. The itching was bad enough, but what embarrassed me most was the stains it left on my pants. So, to solve this headache, I had to wear a panty liner every day, which increased our household expenses. Although I bought inexpensive ones, our family's finances weren't great to begin with, and this extra expense still angered my husband. My husband isn't usually a very observant person, but after a while, he inevitably noticed. One time, he caught me changing a panty liner and asked, "You haven't done anything good, what are you doing with this?" I said, "These days you and our son ejaculate inside me every day, and sometimes it even leaks out when we're out, it's quite embarrassing."

My husband got furious and yelled, "You slut, I've been fucking you for so many years and I've never seen you use this thing, why are you blaming us!" Of course, I couldn't say it was because my son's ejaculation was powerful and plentiful, so I made up an explanation: "Maybe it's because I'm getting older." "You're older now, your vagina is looser than when you were younger, that's why." My husband didn't think much of it and said, "I don't even have money for alcohol, but you have money to use this rubbish every day."

I said, "Then what do you suggest we do?" My husband snorted and said, "Your vagina is just loose, just stuff a wad of paper in there and that'll be fine!" I was afraid he would get angry, so I didn't dare to argue with him and said, "I won't use this starting tomorrow."

I tried using paper instead of a panty liner, but it didn't work because paper doesn't stick to underwear like a panty liner; it would fall down when I walked. I also tried stuffing the wad of paper into my vagina, but it was very uncomfortable, and the paper would slip out when it got wet. My son was the most thoughtful; he somehow got hold of a sponge strip about an inch long and as thick as a finger, and I tried stuffing it into my vagina, and it worked very well.

However, although I had become my son's woman physically, in real life I was still his mother and his legal guardian.

I remember once my son got into a fight with a classmate at school over a trivial matter, leaving the other boy with a bruised and swollen face. His homeroom teacher called home, asking us to come to the school. My son's father naturally refused, so I had to go myself. When I got home, I scolded my son, but he just grinned and seemed completely unconcerned. I was furious. Just then, my husband came home from work, and I told him about our son's fight. He said, "What man doesn't fight? If he wins, it's his skill; if he loses, he deserves it."

My son became even more smug. I was so angry that I grabbed a broom and started beating him mercilessly. Seeing how angry I was, my son knew I was really upset and didn't dare talk back.

I ignored him for three days afterward.

On the fourth day, my son came to apologize to me, begging and pleading. My anger had already subsided, so I said, "If you don't behave next time, see how I deal with you."

My son chuckled and reached over to take off my clothes. It was shortly after dinner, and my husband hadn't left yet, so I gave my son a wink. As soon as my husband left, my son eagerly stripped me naked. He pinned me to the sofa, forcefully spreading my legs to reveal my hairy genitals, then grabbed his thick, hard penis and slapped it against my vulva, making a loud slapping sound.

I yelled, "You filthy bastard, what are you doing?"

My son said, "Mom, you hit me with a broom the other day and it swollen my head. Today I'm going to hit you with my dick and swollen your cunt too."

I felt this was very unserious and I should teach him a lesson, but I couldn't help but laugh at his words. I said, "Listen to me, don't think that just because you fucked my cunt, I can't control you."

My son grinned and said, "Mom, how dare I disobey you? If you get angry and don't let me fuck your cunt, I'll suffocate."

Before I could reply, he grabbed his big dick with one hand, gently pushed open my vaginal opening, and then thrust it in all the way.

I thought to myself: Oh, you're afraid of me because you're afraid I won't fuck you!

I wanted to scold him, but his huge dick pushed me in, making me let out

a moan, and the words stuck in my throat. It felt like my son's penis wasn't blocking my lower mouth, but rather my upper mouth.

In my memory, my son had used this despicable method to gag me more than once, calming my initial anger with a series of vigorous thrusts. Think about it, with my cunt dripping wet and me experiencing multiple orgasms while being fucked by my son's penis, what could I, as his mother, do?

The story should end here, but my incestuous sexual relations with my son continue. Frankly, the various incestuous sexual acts between my son and me over the past few years could fill three days and three nights. To be honest, just now my son and I had sex, and his semen is still inside me. My son often says that a man's semen can moisturize a woman's skin, and he wants me to keep this fluid, symbolizing our incestuous sexual relations, inside my body, letting my vaginal walls and uterine lining slowly absorb and digest it, eventually making it part of my own bodily fluids; he also says that if I do this every day, my skin will become more delicate, and I will look younger. Of course, I know this is just nonsense my son makes up, but I still choose to believe him because I like to receive his semen in my uterus. Just thinking about my own son's semen flowing inside my vagina makes me feel like I possess him, and I strongly feel that I am his woman.

I don't remember when it started, but after having sex with my son, I no longer run to the toilet to wash myself like before. Instead, I use the sponge strip my son gave me to plug my vaginal opening so that his semen stays inside me. When I'm alone, I quietly savor the sensation. I can almost feel my son's semen transforming into millions of sperm swimming inside my vagina. The feeling is like a connoisseur smelling the aroma of fine wine, making me incredibly intoxicated!

My son is sixteen years old this year and is a sophomore at a prestigious high school. He's now taller and bigger than his father, and he has developed an Adam's apple and a deeper voice. In every aspect, he's a real man, especially his penis. Its length, girth, and hardness all surpass his father's. So every time my son's penis enters me, my vagina feels an insatiable, throbbing sensation. As long as my son's penis is inside me, even without thrusting, I feel immense pleasure.

What puzzles me is that my son has been living at school since he started his second year of high school, only coming home once a month for a two-and-a-half-day break. Those twenty-odd days away from home feel incredibly long. I often spend sleepless nights blaming myself, imagining my fingers as my son's penis and masturbating. I even shamelessly let him take some obscene photos of our incestuous sex and stored them on my phone (I especially love looking at one close-up of our genitals intercourse). During those sleepless nights, I amused myself by admiring these photos. Naturally, those few days of my son's monthly break are the happiest and most joyful days for me. I carefully cook many delicious meals for him, and I even dress up and trim my pubic hair for him. I remember once when I was chatting with my son, we somehow got onto the topic of my pubic hair. He said it was thick and long, and he was shocked when he first saw it. At that moment, I felt that my son probably didn't like the look of my pubic hair. Afterwards, I looked at myself in the mirror again and again, and realized that my pubic hair was indeed too much and too long, even covering my vaginal opening. So I secretly used scissors to cut off some of my pubic hair, not daring to cut too much at once for fear of my husband's scolding. After repeated trimming, my pubic hair was less than half of what it used to be, and my dark brown labia were now exposed. Before, when I opened my legs, I could only see my hairy pubic area, but now I could see my thick labia majora and thin labia minora. If I opened my legs even wider, the two labia minora would separate like flower petals, revealing my pink and tender vaginal opening. My husband completely ignored these changes, showing that he had never paid attention to the appearance of my vulva; my son, however, was different. He noticed these changes in my pubic area at a glance and even lewdly asked me to open my legs as wide as possible so he could take a lewd photo of my slightly open vaginal opening.

To be honest, I love the way my son looks at my vulva with lustful eyes. Whenever he looks at me like that, I feel incredibly aroused, and my vaginal fluids flow uncontrollably. I also love watching his semen flow from my vagina after he ejaculates inside me. At that moment, I feel a surge of pride. I can't help but think that this semen came from my own son's vas deferens, and if I wanted to (remove the IUD), I could have a child for him.

Even though it's immoral, I just want to be my own son's woman!

Alas! I know that in the eyes of the world, incest between mother and son is a despicable and sinful act! And I believe in karma. But what can I do? As a mother, since I couldn't stop this sin from happening, let me bear all the consequences! If there is guilt, let all the blame fall on me! I am willing to bear all the consequences of incest between mother and son. If there is any retribution in the world, let it all fall upon me, this promiscuous mother!

Alas! I don't want to be seen as a bad mother by the world. Reason tells me it's time to end this; my son is still young, his life has just begun, and I can't ruin him. But the reality is that I can't resist the temptation of my son's sexy, big penis. I like the feeling of my vagina being filled with my son's thick, hard penis, and I've also fallen in love with the feeling of my uterus being filled with my son's hot, sticky semen. I know that one day my son will get married and have children, and I will slowly grow old. Even if he doesn't despise me then, I won't have the courage to let him see my wrinkled, aged vulva. Lately, I've often been caught in a dilemma and unable to extricate myself from the pain. The feeling of anticipation and fear, joy and pain, is probably hard for ordinary people to understand! Of course, I know that all of this is abnormal because I have neither fulfilled my duties as a wife nor my responsibilities as a mother.

I am now both an unfaithful wife and an incestuous mother, but I just like being an unfaithful wife and an incestuous mother who has sex with my own son. I can't and don't want to get rid of this unfaithful and incestuous role. What do you think I should do?

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