Falling in love with mom

I'm 22 years old, a college graduate, and have been working for over a year. Because my family
changed my age by more than a year when I was a child, I started school and started working earlier than my peers. I have a girlfriend
and have had sexual relations with three girls, but I haven't committed incest.

I have a foot fetish. The reason I have a foot fetish is because when I was a child, I looked at my mother's feet and thought they were very beautiful
, and I wanted to smell them. But because I was afraid others would find out and laugh at me, I never dared to. As I grew older, I
became more and more obsessed with my mother's feet. Whenever I had the chance, I would greedily steal glances at my mother's feet, and the more I looked, the more obsessed I became,
and the more I wanted them.

I have sworn many times that if I could have my mother's feet, I would be willing to die twenty years earlier. My masturbation back then
was almost always about fantasizing about playing with and kissing my mother's feet to reach orgasm. I really want my mother's feet so much that I'm going crazy
, but I can't think of any way to get them. Sometimes I really want to beg my mother
to let me play with her feet, no matter what.

One early autumn Sunday noon when I was 13, I went to my mother's room to wake her up to ask for
money something, but I found her fast asleep during her afternoon nap. There was no one else at home, and I suddenly realized that touching
my mother's feet might not wake her.

After hesitating for a long time, I finally mustered the courage to act.

When I sat down beside my mother's bed, I was sweating with nervousness. My hand trembled as I reached under
the thin blanket covering my mother, stretching towards her feet, but I couldn't touch them after a while. Looking closer, I realized my
hand was still some distance from her feet.

I was so nervous! I took a deep breath and then stretched out my hand, finally touching my mother's warm,
soft feet. My heart pounded wildly; I was so nervous I almost fainted.

After a while, my mother still hadn't woken up, and I grew a little bolder, so I gently pinched her feet, but
she still didn't wake up. I calmed down considerably and became bolder. I slowly lifted the thin blanket, revealing my mother's
feet. Her face was turned outwards, her body curled up, her legs crossed; her snow-white, soft feet were so
alluring .

I held my breath, leaned down, and pressed my nose between her toes, inhaling deeply: the
faint scent of her feet was so pleasant, much better than smelling her socks before. Then, I began to kiss and
kiss , kissing every part of her feet I could reach.

The joy I felt at that moment was indescribable. I couldn't believe it was real; I had gotten what I wanted,
I finally had my mother's feet. I was still a little scared, so I stopped after a short while, covered my mother with
the blanket again, and slipped out of the room. Actually, there was plenty of time; a long time passed before my mother
woke up.

Facing my mother, I initially felt a little uneasy and guilty, but those feelings quickly
vanished, leaving me only with an indescribable joy. I would often look at my mother's feet, contentedly
recalling every detail.

From that day on, I knew I could "steal a kiss" once my mother was sound asleep. But I didn't have many opportunities.
It wasn't because of my father; he was still in the army at the time, only returning home when I was seventeen. It
was because of my grandmother.

Back then, our family only had two rooms. I slept alone in the smaller room, while my mother and grandmother slept in the larger room. When my father
came home to visit, my grandmother would sleep in the living room. Although my grandmother slept separately from my mother, she was a very alert sleeper
and would wake up at the slightest noise. So, with my grandmother around, I dared not do anything reckless.

My grandmother rarely went out at noon, and even when she played mahjong outside in the evening, she would come home early. Occasionally, she would
come home , and that was my chance.

If my mother had been asleep for more than half an hour and my grandmother hadn't returned, I would go to her room to try my luck. There were usually a few opportunities like this each
month , and I often succeeded.

I was always very careful. If my mother woke up as soon as I entered the room, I would pretend to grab something and
leave . If I touched her and woke her up, I would pretend to ask her something or ask if something was wrong.
Nothing ever happened. Only once, when I was kissing my mother's feet, she suddenly woke up
. I was terrified and sat up, stammering that I needed to find a book. My mother didn't say anything,
just looked at me with suspicion.

This went on for about half a year. My mother's feet weren't enough for me anymore, and I started to become
interested in other parts of her body. After kissing her feet enough, I would kiss her calves, thighs, hands,
and arms. I would even rub my penis against her feet and put it in her half-open hands. Finally,
I became so bold that I wanted to see her breasts and genitals. And at this point, my masturbation consisted of fantasizing about having sex with
my mother .

It was a hot night, and I had been on my mother's bed for a long time, having already
played . I also noticed that my mother was sleeping very soundly, so I decided to take things further.

My mother was only wearing underwear, but unfortunately, she was sleeping with her face turned to the side, so I couldn't see her private parts.
Luckily, her underwear had three small clasps at the front, so I could still see her breasts.

I knelt down in front of my mother and slowly unbuttoned the two buttons on her bra, easily revealing her
breasts: her breasts weren't very large, and her nipples were dark brown. I hadn't been very interested in breasts before, but
seeing my mother's breasts, I found them incredibly alluring, and I was deeply attracted. It was from that moment that I became interested in
women's breasts.

Just as I was holding my breath, about to touch my mother's breasts, she suddenly stirred, as if she was
about . I was so frightened that I jumped out of bed, turned off the light, and hurriedly ran out.

After a while, when I didn't see that my mother hadn't gotten up, I felt a little relieved. I tiptoed back to my mother's
room eavesdropped for a while. Finding her still fast asleep, I climbed back onto her bed to
button her clothes. But then I noticed she had switched to sleeping on her back with her legs spread –
the perfect opportunity to peek at her private parts.

Forget about the buttons; I leaned down and slowly pulled down the crotch of her underwear,
revealing her private parts. I was incredibly excited. After a closer look, I couldn't help but touch her vulva.
Oh no! My mother woke up and moved. Panicked, I jumped off the bed and fled back
to my room.

Back in my room, I could hear my mother turning over from time to time. Clearly, she wasn't sleeping anymore, lost in thought
.

The next day, my mother looked rather serious, but she didn't say anything to me. I slowly relaxed
, thinking that she probably hadn't really noticed anything. But I was wrong.

About two weeks later, that night I sneaked into my mother's room again. As usual, I touched her feet
, and seeing that she didn't move, I bent down to kiss them. My lips had barely touched her foot when
she pulled it away, opened her eyes, glared at me fiercely, and quickly turned away. I hurriedly got up and
left. I understood; this time, my mother was pretending to be asleep to test me.

I thought my mother would scold me severely for this, but she didn't.
She just stopped sleeping alone before my grandmother returned.

I was terrified when my mother first discovered it, but seeing her like this, my courage slowly grew again.
But now, it was much harder to have the chance to "steal a kiss." But then, I thought of another good idea—pretending
to be asleep. On nights when Grandma went to play mahjong, I would always go to bed early. This way, if Grandma
didn't come back late, Mom would definitely go to sleep first. And so, I had another chance. But I dared not touch
Mom's .

Unfortunately, my good fortune didn't last long. After succeeding three times, I failed on the fourth time because of Grandma.

I clearly remember it was the night of September 23rd. That night, I had just entered Mom's room when I heard Grandma open the door
. I reluctantly went out. But soon, hope returned. That night, Grandma hadn't showered before going out,
so she had to shower when she came back.

I was overjoyed. After Grandma went into the shower room, I hurriedly went into Mom's room. Just as I
was passionately kissing Mom's feet, Grandma, who had come back to get her clothes, suddenly stood at the door. She loudly questioned and
scolded me, waking Mom up as well. My mother hurriedly pushed me, who was at a loss, out of the room and kept
persuading my grandmother, saying that we could talk about it tomorrow.

That night, my grandmother didn't say anything after my mother's persuasion, but the next day she found me alone and gave me a severe
scolding.

From then on, my grandmother kept a close watch on me, and my mother was always wary of me, leaving me no further opportunities.
It was so cruel to me. For almost three years, I was hopelessly infatuated with my mother, unable to extricate myself. I
was obsessed with every part of her body, and I don't know how many times I dreamed of her, but in reality, I was helpless
. I could only quell my desires through frequent masturbation.

When I was 17, my infatuation with my mother gradually faded. After my father returned from military service,
I was with him day and night, making me afraid and embarrassed to pursue my mother again. So, I slowly
turned my attention to other women.

In my second semester of university, I unwittingly started dating a girl, and that's when I
experienced my first sexual encounter. We broke up not long after. In third grade, I met my current girlfriend, and I think she'll be
my wife someday. Last year, I had a one-night stand with a classmate's ex-girlfriend, which caused me
a lot of trouble, and it took me a lot of effort to recover.

I learned about computers in school, but I only became truly proficient with them last year, and I only
started using the internet at the end of last year. I remember the first time I saw an article about incest between mother and son on a DVD, I was incredibly excited and rushed
back to my room to masturbate. I used to think that I was the only one in the world who wanted to have sex with my mother, but I didn't realize that many people
had the same thought.

However, I try hard to control myself and stop having thoughts about my mother; I comfort myself by saying that I'm
an adult , not like those children in those incestuous articles, and my mother is old, over forty.
I don't read those articles anymore.

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