Incest novel / An unforgettable experience

Three years ago, during the rainy season, my parents' master bedroom ceiling was leaking badly, so they needed to renovate it. Since the house only had two bedrooms, my dad slept in the living room, while my mom slept on a makeshift bed in my room. She didn't mind changing clothes in my room before and after work, and sometimes when I slept in late, I'd often see my mother wearing only her underwear. "

My own mother isn't anything special," I used to tell myself. I knew my mom had a lot of sheer panties—the kind where your fleshy buttocks are barely visible through the thick fabric, a little sexy. One time, she happened to be wearing a matching set of red sheer underwear and thigh-high stockings, and wow, she was so sexy! She really got to my liking. That was the first time I got an erection with my mom.

It turns out my mom has such a sexy side beneath her respectable exterior, which secretly thrilled and excited me. It started making me pay attention to what she was wearing that day, what her underwear was like. Also, it wasn't always convenient for her to masturbate freely when we were in bed together; doing it in the bathroom wasn't satisfying. At that time, I was single, so I was often in a state of lustful urges. The occasional thought of having sex with my mother turned into a frequent fantasy.

My mom works at a bank, so I fantasized about having sex with her in her uniform, the added office lady aura that allowed me to unleash my animalistic desires. Perhaps my desires overpowered my mother's luck. One day, the decorator told the family that the construction would be finished in about a month. Thinking that my mother would be moving back to the master bedroom, I felt a mix of anxiety and despair. But as if by divine intervention, someone needed to watch the construction workers at home one day. My mother only took the afternoon off, but my dad was worried about leaving her alone, so I stayed home all day.

She came back at noon, and we couldn't watch TV because the living room was filled with the noise of construction and hammering. We were in the same room, and while eating lunch, all I could think about was how to pounce on my mom. I hoped she could sleep soundly, but with all this noise, I either wouldn't be able to sleep well or would wake up easily. After lunch, I saw my mom take out some medicine and put it into a pillbox. It contained health supplements. A brilliant idea struck me, and I made up a lame excuse to get my mom to go to the kitchen to get something. Surprisingly, she actually did it.

There was a box of sleeping pills in my room, which my mom brought there. She originally thought I would snore like my dad would, keeping her awake at night. I wasn't sure how effective they were, but I was hoping they would be. I quickly switched the pills in the box with the ones that looked similar. I was really afraid of being caught by my mom, because if she caught me, I wouldn't be able to explain it. So when my mom came back and was about to get the health supplements from the pillbox, I started chatting with her to distract her.

After she took it, I felt anxious and itchy, but I could only wait. When I saw my mother nodding and dozing off while reading the magazine, I knew it was almost time. But Mom thought she was so dizzy because she ate too much oil at noon, so she wanted to take some health supplements. Of course, I gave them to her, so she took two sleeping pills in total. I'm grateful nothing bad happened, but thinking back, it was really bad for her health.

Of course, when I saw my mother drink it with water, I knew she was almost doomed. It was just a matter of how far we could go. Seeing that my mother didn't wake up even with the extremely noisy door open, I closed the door and made my move. My mother hadn't changed out of her uniform when she came back, so I rolled up her suit skirt. She had a slight belly, so I squeezed the skirt up on her stomach. It was a pity that she was wearing flesh-colored pantyhose instead of thigh-high stockings that day, so I had to pull it down to her knees along with her underwear.

Seeing the pink pubic area barely concealed by the black curly hair, I couldn't resist sniffing it again and again. There was a slightly sour, musty smell, the scent of a mother's womanhood—not unpleasant, but rather arousing. Although I desperately wanted to have sex with my mother, I was afraid that if I was too rough, she would wake up and notice something amiss, which would surely lead to trouble. After thinking for a moment, I decided to insert my index finger into my mother's vagina, gently scraping the soft, wet, and wrinkled vaginal walls. Gradually, I felt it becoming moist inside.

I switched to Kato Taka's two-finger technique, inserting it into my mother's vagina and digging a little harder. My mother's vagina began to make satisfying squelching sounds. Mature women are indeed sensitive; even when she was asleep, her body was still working hard to secrete love juice. At this moment, my hands, covered in my mother's vaginal fluid, were desperately smeared onto my penis. If my parents or relatives were having affairs and getting diseases, I didn't think I could escape it either. Before long, my penis was wet and shiny, covered in my mother's fluids. I had been incredibly excited during this time of receiving my mother's nectar; my glans was already oozing a lot of secretions, and my penis was even so swollen that I felt like the veins were about to burst.

Seeing that it should be lubricated enough, I lifted my mother's legs together, and the stockings on her calves brushed against my face, carrying a fragrant scent of denim. Following my male instincts, I didn't even need to look before letting the head of my penis easily touch my mother's vulva. In that instant, my heart almost jumped out of my mouth, and a hot, itchy sensation assaulted my penis. Because it was forbidden, because my desire had been fulfilled, I couldn't hold back and ejaculated wildly as soon as I thrust in all the way.

I ejaculated inside my mother, and it would be even better if she got pregnant. That's what I told myself in that moment, when my mind was filled with male primal lust. Of course, this was also one of my jinxes. Perhaps because the opportunity was rare, and I knew there might not be a next time, I didn't stop after ejaculating. I was still fully erect and deeply inserted into my mother's body. It's a pity I couldn't see my mother awake, moaning or crying out in pleasure, but it was still incredibly pleasurable.

I didn't dare to thrust too hard, afraid of breaking her skin or injuring her insides. So, just like the literal meaning of mating, our lower bodies were pressed tightly together, making small thrusting motions. During this time, I used my face to carefully feel the skin on my mother's legs, digging between the toes of my mother's stockings, smelling and sucking them. I was practically playing with the area below my mother's abdomen. After violating her for more than 10 minutes, I ejaculated a second time inside my mother. It felt so good.

For the second time, I thrust in from above, probably part of my male instinct—to ejaculate deep inside the female to ensure procreation. I wanted a third time, but it was too late. My master would be coming home after work, and my dad might come early. I also needed to clean up my mom. Watching

my semen slowly seep from my mom's red, wet vagina, so thick it looked like a cross-section of a freshly baked pizza crust, except it resembled pink bacon wrapping the crust. The secret pleasure far outweighed the guilt. After admiring it for a few minutes, I secretly took a picture with my phone, then used toilet paper to gently clean it up, making sure no more came out. Reluctantly, I slowly pulled up my mom's panties and stockings, finally giving her a secret kiss on her lower abdomen to prove I had conquered my birth mother's womb. I then pulled down and pulled up my suit skirt.

Because of the medication, my mom didn't wake up until almost 10 pm that night, feeling groggy and half-awake. She didn't eat dinner. My parents thought it was just a cold, and coincidentally, my mom took a quick shower and went to bed that day, so they probably wouldn't have noticed or thought about anything unusual. It's like the saying goes, "It's really the work of a lustful spirit."

My mom was 42 at the time, the same age as Charlie Yeung when she conceived, so it's really hard to say. Of course, my parents had a huge fight about this and eventually separated. My mom swore she could never have cheated, and at the same time, I learned that my dad had already given up on me and my mom. No wonder my mom dressed so sexily; it was a hint and a seduction. If we were to calculate the dates, I would definitely be the prime suspect, but based on the content of the argument, my parents didn't think it was me at all. They only complained to the decorator. I believe my mother, with her conservative views, wouldn't dare to think that it was my child. So, we don't know who the father of the child is. My mother was deeply affected, which was something I hadn't expected. I felt very guilty, so after we separated, I visited her more often. My mother also seemed to become somewhat dependent on me, her son. Perhaps because I had slept with her once, I still viewed our interactions with her with a somewhat lewd intent, and even hoped that this close proximity would continue. The only other time we had intimate contact in the past three years was when my mother and I went to my cousin's wedding and she got drunk. When I helped her into the room, I touched her breasts and stole a French kiss from her. But the difference was that after the kiss, I realized that my mother's eyes were half-closed...

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