My Mother and My Youth

My Mother and My Youth:

I was born into a happy family in 1976. As the only boy in my generation, I was showered with love. My father was a railway engineer, and my mother was a nurse; she was just twenty when I was born.

Time flies, and it was 1992 in the blink of an eye. I was sixteen and in my first year of high school. Perhaps because I was pampered by my family from a young age, I matured late. It wasn't until high school that I began to yearn for things between men and women, developing a strong interest in women's bodies. I started going to video arcades and renting obscene books, secretly flipping through them.

I had a crush on a pretty girl in my class, and she seemed to like me too. Although we were often together, we never even held hands. One night, I dreamed that we were naked together, doing *that*, and then a wave of tingling sensation washed over me. I woke up to find my underwear wet and sticky. I knew this was what physiology books describe as a wet dream, but the unprecedented pleasure was just too good.

I learned to masturbate, but the loneliness, isolation, and guilt that followed made me very uncomfortable. I only did it when I couldn't resist. However, my desire for a woman's body led me to constantly seek out various erotic books to add color to my masturbation.

One day, I bought a novel about incest between a mother and son at a bookstall. When I read the lewd scenes between the mother and son, I couldn't help but put my hand inside my underwear and masturbate with my erect penis. That night, after my mother came out of the shower, I was still thinking about the lewd scenes between the mother and son described in the book. I stared blankly at my mother's beautiful face after her bath and her slender body wrapped in her nightgown, fantasizing about lying in bed with her.

Although Mom is 36 years old, her job dispensing medicine at the hospital pharmacy is easy, and she takes good care of herself, making her look like she's only around 30. She has the delicate, fair skin and petite figure typical of Suzhou beauties. "What are you looking at? Go do your homework." Mom was a little embarrassed by my gaze, and two intoxicating blushes appeared on her cheeks.

"Mom, you're so beautiful! If we went out together, people would definitely think you were my older sister!" I snapped out of my reverie and tried to say it in a joking tone.

"Silly boy, stop talking nonsense with your mother. Go do your homework."

Since Dad was always away on business, it was mostly just my mom and me at home, so I was always very casual with her. But this was the first time I'd ever said anything like this to her. Perhaps she sensed something different in my eyes, and she shyly tightened her clothes. "Go do your homework, stop fooling around here."

Lying in bed, I recalled the descriptions of incestuous mother-son relationships in books, thinking of my mother's beautiful face, fantasizing about lying in bed with her and ejaculating thick semen. From then on, I lost all interest in the girls in my class, only fantasizing about being with my mother every day. Unexpectedly, the opportunity soon came my way.

That day, my mother held a class reunion at home. Several of her friends came over. When they saw me, I tried my best to be obedient. They all praised my mother for having such a handsome and tall son, envying her good fortune—a good husband and such a sensible son. Finally, they were all a bit drunk, so we had no choice but to let them sleep at home.

My mother and I had to squeeze onto my single bed. At first, we slept foot to foot, but how could I fall asleep? Hearing them all fast asleep, I quietly squeezed behind my mother and gently hugged her. In her sleep, she shifted slightly into my arms, her soft buttocks pressing tightly against my erect penis.

Holding my mother, whom I had longed for day and night, and smelling the alluring fragrance emanating from her body, my penis throbbed painfully. I couldn't help but gently caress her full body through her clothes, and finally, I lost my senses and lifted her nightgown, caressing her plump, soft buttocks.

I rubbed my penis against my mother's buttocks, and accidentally it slipped between her legs, pressing directly against her warm, soft vulva. My mother's soft body stiffened instantly, her breathing stopped, and her tense legs clamped tightly around my penis. My hands were still holding my mother's heavy breasts, and I was so frightened that my heart stopped beating.

My mother silently moved forward, her tender, smooth skin bringing my penis extreme pleasure. I couldn't help but thrust forward, still pressing against her vulva. I lost my mind, gripping my mother's breasts tightly, my lower body pressed tightly against my mother's buttocks, and rapidly thrusting my penis in and out. My mother twisted her full buttocks, trying to get away from me, but this only brought me greater stimulation. A tingling sensation ran through my back, and I ejaculated a large amount of semen between my mother's legs. My mother stopped struggling immediately, letting my throbbing penis spray semen between her legs.

After I calmed down, Mom gently pushed away my hand that was holding her breast, quietly went to the bathroom, and when she came back, she lay down to sleep with me, feet to feet. When I woke up in the morning, her friends had already left. I looked at Mom's face with worry, and found that she was the same as usual, as if nothing had happened last night. I almost wondered if I was dreaming, but when I saw Mom's underwear covered in milky white mucus in the dirty clothes in the washing machine, I knew that I had indeed done that with Mom last night.

I was careful in my interactions with Mom, but her behavior puzzled me. She hadn't changed at all. Gradually, I forgot about that night, but my desire for Mom's body grew stronger with time.

I, who used to be among the top students in the class, actually dropped to below twentieth place in the midterm exams. This was the worst result I had ever had. Dad was furious. I wanted to study hard, but I just couldn't. Every day, Mom's beautiful face, sweet smile, and voluptuous body kept appearing in my mind.

By the end of the semester, my grades had dropped by more than ten places. My parents urged me to study every day. Anxiety flickered in my mother's eyes, and her temper grew increasingly worse. I was in so much pain I felt like I was going crazy. Summer vacation began, and my parents enrolled me in several tutoring classes. But on the day of the exam, I still fell behind…

My mother finally snapped and lost her temper. I was filled with despair. "Mom! I really want to study, but I just can't concentrate…" I cried out to her. My mother froze… I turned and ran back to my room.

After dinner, my mother sat blankly in the living room. "Mom! I'm sorry, I shouldn't have lost my temper with you. I'll study hard."

"Oh! You're not a child anymore; you should be more sensible," my mother replied softly. Although her face was pale, she still looked so beautiful—her graceful, long neck and fair skin. My newly made resolution vanished once again.

"Whatever! Learn whatever you want!" Mom stood up and slowly walked back to her and Dad's room. Lying on the bed, I pulled out the novel that had made me so depressed and angrily tore it apart. But halfway through, I couldn't help but flip through a few more pages. My desire for Mom's body overwhelmed all reason. I rushed to Mom's door, but thinking of her doting love for me, I became timid.

Back in my own room, I picked up my books to review my lessons, but the scene of that mother and son's lewdness kept appearing in my mind. If this continued, I would really go crazy. I went to Mom's room again, gently pushed open the door, and saw Mom lying on the bed with her back to me. Her beautiful curves... even if it was just for a while, I would have liked it. I quietly went to Mom's bedside. Mom seemed to be fast asleep. I lay down behind her, just like that night.

After a while, I reached out my trembling hand and gently stroked my mother's soft body. My mother's body trembled slightly, and I hugged her tightly without thinking. "Mom! I love you so much. I know this is wrong, but I just can't forget you. I can't take it. I'm going crazy." My mother lay there silently.

I reached into my mother's bosom, caressing her smooth, full breasts. Her soft body tensed instantly. I frantically pulled down my own underwear, then hers, my throbbing penis thrusting wildly between her legs. My mother curled forward, her legs slightly parted, and my penis slid into her warm, moist cavity. After barely a few seconds of thrusting, I groaned and ejaculated inside her vagina.

I didn't pull out, continuing to pump, and quickly ejaculated a second time. My mother arched forward, and my limp penis slipped out. She pulled up the thin blanket to cover her bare buttocks. My restless emotions vanished instantly. Nestled in my mother's arms, I immediately drifted into a sweet sleep.

When I woke up in the morning, my mother was no longer beside me. Seeing the white smegma on my penis, I realized that I had indeed done *that* with

her the night before. Terrified, I slipped back to my room, got dressed, and came out to find my mother unchanged, her expression normal as always. I felt relieved. That evening, when I went to my mother's room again, the door was locked from the inside. Dejected, I returned to my own room. Because my sexual desire had been somewhat relieved, my grades quickly improved. I tried to open my mother's door almost every day, but to no avail, and I was about to give up.

But one day, about two weeks later, my mother appeared before me after showering, wearing a thin nightgown. Her large, bouncing breasts and fair legs were incredibly alluring. That night, when I went to her room again, the door was indeed unlocked. When I lay down behind her, she pretended to be asleep, almost exactly as before. I finished in less than two minutes.

This time, however, Mom didn't let me sleep next to her. She gently pushed me away, and my attempt to cling to her was discovered. Although her movements were light, they were firm and left no room for resistance. I had no choice but to return to my room, filled with regret. Although I had made love to Mom four times, I had never truly seen her body or experienced that extraordinary pleasure. I had merely released my pent-up passion.

I secretly resolved that next time I would see Mom's body clearly and slowly savor that ecstatic pleasure. But when I received Mom's favor again, I was flustered and helpless, ejaculating prematurely, and then Mom kicked me out of her room.

In my second year of high school, my grades improved to the top of the class. My parents were very happy. When Dad praised me, Mom's face flushed slightly, and I was also very happy. I hadn't let Mom down. Finally, Dad went on a business trip. Mom saw the longing in my eyes as I looked at her, blushed, washed herself clean, and went to bed early.

Suppressing my intense desire, I masturbated in my own room before going to my mother's room. I gently pushed open the door, and my mother was lying on her side with her back to the door, just like before. I didn't climb onto the bed immediately as I used to. I first admired my mother's beautiful back before slowly moving behind her. Although we had been making love for more than half a year, I had never looked at my mother's body so closely before.

I gently kissed my mother's fair neck, her small earlobes, and her slender shoulders, and stroked her delicate and soft skin. I slowly took off her nightgown. My mother seemed to sense that something was different from before from my actions, and her petite body trembled slightly.

I turned my mother's face and kissed her tightly closed, warm, and moist lips, greedily caressing her full breasts and kneading her soft nipples. Gradually, my mother's breathing became rapid. I climbed on top of her, my erect penis pressing against her warm, moist vulva. As my hardness deeply penetrated her birthplace, my mother let out a soft moan, and two clear tears silently slid down her pink cheeks.

I suckled on my mother's gradually hardening nipple, and my hip movements gradually quickened. My mother let out soft, low breaths, her warm, moist vaginal muscles tightly enveloping my penis, and her arms involuntarily wrapped around my waist. As I made my final thrust into her birth canal, my mother's body tensed, her vulva arching upwards. With a powerful thrust, a stream of heat gushed into my mother's body, our lower bodies pressed tightly together, and we fell limply onto the bed. My mother let out a long sigh, her hot breath brushing against my ear, making me feel incredibly itchy.

I cupped my mother's sweaty face in my hands, kissed her soft lips, and slipped my tongue into her mouth. She opened her teeth, and we shared a deep, sweet kiss. I savored her saliva, and my penis, deeply inserted inside her, was gripped tightly by her spasming, tender flesh, causing it to become erect again.

My mother and I held each other tightly, our lower bodies intertwined. Once again, I experienced that dizzying pleasure and the sweet, intoxicating lovemaking.

When I woke up in the morning, I felt that life was so beautiful, as if everything had become more beautiful and heartwarming. I went up behind my mother, who was making breakfast, and gently wrapped my arms around her slender waist. "Mom, this is so nice..."

My mother gently pulled my arms away, turned around to face me, her pretty face flushed with a captivating blush, avoiding my gaze, and walked out of the kitchen. When we sat down at the table to eat breakfast, my mother's expression returned to normal. When I went over to kiss her alluring red lips, she stopped me with her eyes, a resolute look that brooked no disrespect. I timidly shrank back. A hint of approval and a touch of shyness appeared in my mother's eyes. "Let's eat! Otherwise, we'll be late."

When I went to my mother's room again that evening, as expected, the door was locked from the inside. I knocked on the door. "Mom, tomorrow is my birthday. What gift have you prepared for me? Can I see it?" I asked persistently.

"Whatever it is, we'll talk about it tomorrow!" my mother replied from inside the room.

That evening, I returned home to find a pair of sneakers I'd been asking my parents for ages lying on my bed. I was deeply disappointed. During dinner, my mother and I both drank some wine. Looking at her flushed face, I said, "Mom! Today is my birthday," I reminded her again.

"Didn't I give you the sneakers? You've been asking for them for so long!" My mother pretended not to understand what I was asking for, turning her gaze away and changing the subject. Later that night, I quietly went to my mother's room and was surprised to find the door open easily. My mother's naked body glowed like milk in the soft moonlight. I went to her, cupped her smooth face in my hands, and she wrapped her arms around my neck, and we kissed sweetly.

Overjoyed, I kissed my mother's alluring body, finally reaching the place of my birth. I parted her thick pubic hair and inserted my tongue into her warm, moist cavity, sucking, licking, and thrusting… My mother writhed restlessly, soft moans escaping her lips. A slightly sour, sticky liquid flowed into my mouth. I knelt between my mother's legs, pressing my thick penis against her hairy vulva, but after several thrusts, I couldn't penetrate.

"Mommy…" I cried out anxiously.

Although I had done it with my mother before, it was always her who moved her body to meet my penis. When I took the initiative, I couldn't find the entrance.

"Hmm!" My mother was clearly hurt by my thrusts. She raised her legs, and a warm, slippery little hand gently grasped my penis. She first rubbed the head of my penis against her vulva a few times before aiming at the wet vaginal opening. With the lubrication of my mother's vaginal fluid, I easily slid into the passage where I was born seventeen years ago.

Mommy sighed softly, wrapped one arm around my waist, and pressed my head against her breast with the other... As my thrusting became faster and faster, Mommy let out the low, soft moans and whimpers that I knew so well.

"Mommy, this is so good...so exciting...good Mommy!" Mommy's breathing became more and more rapid, and her arms tightly hugged my waist, pulling me forcefully towards her body. "Oh..." Mommy suddenly let out a soft cry, her wet and hot lower body pressed tightly against my vulva, the tender wet flesh tightly sucking on my penis, spasming and twitching in waves.

"I'm going to cum..." I couldn't help but shout, ejaculating thick semen inside Mommy. I lay on top of her soft body, panting heavily. Mommy weakly pushed me away. When our eyes met, Mommy glanced at me shyly and charmingly. "You're so heavy!" I realized, reluctantly pulling out my penis and lying down beside Mommy. I brushed aside the few strands of hair that were damp and stuck to Mommy's forehead and kissed her panting little mouth. Mommy obediently extended her smooth little tongue for me to suck on, and even actively licked the tip of my tongue...

I took her little hand and held my sticky penis in it, kneading her plump breasts. "So beautiful! Mommy, I love you so much!" When I licked her little palm, Mommy tried to pull back because she was ticklish. Looking at Mommy's shy and charming little girl expression, I lay on top of her again. Mommy immediately raised her legs high, grasped my penis, and guided me into her body.

Under my relentless rape, Mommy repeatedly reached the peak of excitement. The fluid secreted from her genitals changed from the initial sticky discharge to a thinner consistency. When I ejaculated inside her for the fifth time, Mommy couldn't withstand the intense pleasure and fainted.

I panted as I looked at Mommy's genitals. My penis was covered in sticky, milky-white secretions. I gently caressed and kissed every part of Mommy's body. Mommy woke up and felt me kissing her lower mouth. She was both ashamed and anxious. "Ugh! It's dirty!"

"It's not dirty! I was born from here. I love Mommy's scent!"

Stimulated by the mature feminine scent of Mommy's genitals, my penis became erect again. I pulled Mommy's small hand to my penis. "Oh..." Mommy let out a soft cry. Seeing Mommy's slightly swollen labia majora, with pinkish fluid from my ejaculation slowly flowing out, my lust intensified.

But seeing Mommy's sweaty body, lying weakly on the bed, I said, "Mommy! You're too tired, let's sleep!" Mommy's face was flushed in the dim moonlight, and her eyes glistened. Clearly moved by my care, she struggled to roll over and bury her head between my legs, cupping my penis in her small hands. She slowly opened her mouth and took my large glans in, gently licking and sucking. The sensation was completely different from intercourse. Her warm, moist mouth, her slippery, flexible tongue, and her powerful sucking made me ejaculate quickly into her mouth. I saw Mommy actually enjoying it. Seeing me staring at her with wide eyes, she shyly turned her head away. I turned her face back and kissed her sweet little mouth. The faint taste of birch sap in my semen filled my mouth. Too tired, Mommy and I quickly fell asleep.

From that day on, Mom changed her frequency from once every two weeks to once a week, and she could only ejaculate three times each time. When her period came, she would satisfy me with her little hands and mouth. Compared to before, I was very content, but she strictly forbade me from making any intimate gestures towards her during the day. Dad still went on business trips from time to time. He didn't notice what had happened between Mom and me, thanks to Mom's training of me, because I couldn't make any frivolous advances towards her during the day.

Dad stayed home for a long time this time. That day, I couldn't suppress my desire any longer and quietly went to my parents' room and peeked through the crack in the door.

"Yes! Suck harder, baby is so good... good daughter, so good!" It was Dad's voice. Inside, Dad was facing away from me, and Mom's face was buried between his legs, making soft sucking sounds. After a while, Dad put Mom on the bed. "Baby, little daughter, Daddy's here!" Dad knelt on Mom's legs and slowly lay down on her.

"Mmm, Daddy... Oh..." Mom cried out. From my angle, I could clearly see my parents' joined bodies. Daddy's thick, strong penis was deeply inserted into the cavity where I had once penetrated, thrusting in and out. Seeing this scene and hearing my parents' lewd moans, I pulled out my penis and started masturbating. Mom seemed to notice something, opened her tightly closed eyes, and just then saw me standing at the door masturbating. "Ah!" Mom cried out in alarm.

"Haha! Feels good, doesn't it! I didn't expect my baby to get more and more horny as he gets older!" Daddy said proudly. Mom pressed Daddy's head against her breasts and gestured for me to leave. I pretended not to see and shifted my gaze from her face to their tightly joined bodies. Perhaps it was nervousness or perhaps it was because I was watching, but Mom quickly reached orgasm several times under Daddy's thrusting. With each thrust of his penis, Mom's milky white secretions gushed out like a spring, soaking a large area of the bed sheet.

"Ah...fuck you...you slutty baby...Daddy's going to cum...ah!" Daddy roared, making his final thrusts on Mommy's body. His strong buttocks suddenly stopped, twitching...I knew Daddy had ejaculated, and I quickly moved aside.

"Baby, you're so passionate today! So exciting! I'm going to wash up!"

"No!" Mommy's voice came from the room.

"What? How can I sleep with all this stickiness?"

"I'll lick it clean for you!" I knew Mommy was afraid Daddy would come out and find me.

"Don't you hate the taste of semen the most? What's wrong today?" Daddy asked suspiciously.

"I wanted to! Besides, you were so great today, so I'm rewarding you."

"Hehe, that's great, good baby, lick Daddy clean!"

The sound of sucking on a popsicle came from the room. A warm feeling welled up in my heart. Mommy always drank my semen during oral sex, but she never ate Daddy's semen, which proved that she still loved me. Then I heard kissing. "I'm going to wash up, you go to sleep first!" Mommy said.

"Hmm! I'm a little tired, you should get some rest too!" Heh heh, it seems all men have incestuous thoughts. When Dad and Mom had sex, he called Mom "daughter," and Mom called him "Dad"! I quietly went back to my room, and when I heard Mom open the bathroom door, I quickly followed her in.

Mom was urinating, the stream of urine making a loud splashing sound on the toilet. When she saw me come in, she was stunned. Her flushed face, the faint hickeys on her snow-white breasts, the water droplets on her pubic hair, and the glistening thread slowly running down her thigh—all of this made me lose my mind.

I helped her stand up, moved her plump buttocks over, and, using the lubrication of my father's semen, thrust my throbbing penis hard into my mother's vagina. Soon, my mother and I reached our peak of excitement almost simultaneously. My mother's unfinished urine gushed out, soaking our genitals. I helped my mother, whose body was limp, sit on the toilet, my sticky glans pressed against her lips. "Lick it clean like you licked Daddy," I said.

My mother shyly opened her red lips, allowing me to ejaculate again in her warm mouth. She licked away my father's semen, her own urine, and my own semen before I returned to my room, satisfied.

My mother seemed to derive immense satisfaction from this intense and exciting intercourse, because every time they made love, I could see their bedroom door slightly ajar. And every time after having sex with my father, when I raped my mother in the bathroom, she would quickly reach orgasm. The thought of my father ejaculating inside her also made me particularly excited.

Dad is going on a business trip tomorrow morning, his train is at 3 a.m. Under my watchful eyes, Mom and Dad are making love intensely. I restrained the strong urge to masturbate. As soon as I heard the car that was picking up Dad drive away, I rushed into Mom's room, crawled into the bed where Dad's body temperature was still there, and turned on the bedside lamp. For the first time, I clearly saw Mom's naked body. Mom was still as shy as when we had sex. When I parted Mom's thick labia, I found that there was a condom plugging it, and her vagina was full of Dad's semen.

Knowing I liked sharing my feelings with Dad, Mom, being a clean freak, didn't wash away Dad's bodily fluids. Excitedly, I inserted my penis. "Baby, you're so good. Dad and I are making you happy together, Mommy, isn't this wonderful?"

I mimicked Dad's tone. Mom's beautiful face flushed red, and we kissed deeply. She sweetly swallowed the saliva I spat into her mouth. Soon, I ejaculated inside Mom for the first time. "Baby, lick your little lover's cock. It has Dad's semen on it, just like Dad and I are licking it together," I murmured, shoving my limp penis into Mom's mouth.

I held Mom's head, thrusting in and out of her mouth like during intercourse. Mom opened her mouth as wide as possible, letting me penetrate her throat. "Ah, baby... oh... baby! My good daughter! Ah!" Mom savored my semen. I kept switching roles, sometimes calling her Mommy, sometimes calling her Baby or Daughter like Daddy. Mommy seemed unusually sensitive and excited, reaching peak pleasure repeatedly.

I licked Mommy's hairy vulva, smeared Daddy's and my semen on her anus, and gently teased it with my fingers: "Baby Mommy, Daddy hasn't done this before, has he? Today, your son is going to insert into your asshole. This is mine alone, don't let Daddy insert it!" Mommy tried to relax her anus, allowing me to penetrate her rectum deeply...

Mommy didn't answer, silently letting me manipulate her plump, mature body, only letting out the familiar low moans during orgasm. I, like a child who had just received a new toy, played with it to my heart's content...

When I woke up in the morning, Mommy was no longer beside me. The room was filled with the smell of male and female secretions, arousing my sexual desire: "Baby, where are you?" I called out.

My mother appeared at the door with a stern face. The moment she saw my erect penis, her pretty face flushed crimson. "Get up! Breakfast is ready."

I got out of bed and went to her side, embracing her soft body. "Baby, I want it..."

My mother's face turned pale, and she gently pushed me away. "Son, go eat your breakfast!" Her tone held an unyielding refusal. I walked out of the room dejectedly. By the time I finished breakfast, my mother had already cleaned the room spotlessly.

In the afternoon, while my mother was napping, I couldn't suppress my urges. I went to her bed, pulled out my penis, and pressed it against her lips. My mother woke up, glaring at me with a mixture of shame and anger.

"Baby, I'm so hard, come on! I want it..." My mother's resentful gaze almost made me give up, but remembering my mother's wanton and alluring appearance last night, I hardened my heart and shoved my penis into her mouth.

My mother's face turned even redder. She closed her eyes and obediently licked my penis. "Baby, you're so good, Mommy, you're so good..." I reached into my mother's vagina and caressed her. My mother and I made love all afternoon before I finally ejaculated into her mouth. This was the only time I made love with my mother during the day. From then on, my mother never allowed me to touch her during the day again.

My mother was more open at night. I preferred to see her shy and charming expression. Often, after she had sex with my father, I would collect her semen from her vagina and mix it with her vaginal fluid and my semen, then let her drink it slowly. Or, during sex, I would say things that made her feel ashamed, such as how it felt to be gang-raped by the father and son, or whether her vaginal fluid tasted good. My mother usually didn't answer me, only letting out soft moans during orgasm.

This kind of life continued until I went to university. Less than a month after I arrived at university, I received a letter from my mother.

…The letter reads as follows…

My dearest son, Xiaojian: What happened between us was wrong. I'm not a good mother. To you, it's just a mistake of adolescence, but I really shouldn't have done it that way. I should have refused you that night when you asked me, but seeing your pain, my heart softened, and I truly regret it.

I'm a doctor, yet I couldn't handle your adolescent issues properly, and such a shameful thing happened. Please forgive me. Recently, I've read many books and understand that boys often have these impulses during puberty. This period will pass, and once you start dating, it will be fine. Don't carry this burden; focus on your studies. Since it has already happened, we must face it correctly and try our best to control ourselves so it doesn't happen again…

Finally, Mom wrote: If you really miss Mom too much, I won't be too heartbroken. Burn this after reading and don't reply. I understand Mom's good intentions and deep love for me. Now I'm working, married, and have my own daughter. Occasionally when I come home, Mom will open her body to satisfy my every request.

Compared to my wife, sex with my mother was filled with the warmth and sweetness of family. My mother moaned and groaned beneath me, her expression one of shame and humiliation, combined with the thrill of incest, intensely arousing my raging desire. Seeing my daughter's beautiful, doll-like face, imagining her growing up and how I could play with my angelic daughter alongside my wife, I secretly longed for that day to come.

(The End)

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