Having read too many fabricated and nonsensical articles, here are a few real cases of incest.

Incest is a product of history. In primitive societies, the concept of incest didn't exist. It only arose with societal development and the refinement of ethical norms, leading to a gradual increase in taboos surrounding incest. The taboo against mother-son incest only appeared after the emergence of mammals and birds. The taboo against sibling incest only appeared after pair-bonding marriage.

For pornography enthusiasts, incest is simply a matter of sex.

Fundamentally, incest is not a matter of sex, but a matter of love.

If it were merely about sex, it would simply be two people making love, like two animals. What's wrong with that?

But when it comes to love, what equality or democracy can incestuous love possess? It conflicts with, even struggles with, the love between blood relatives. Because true sexual love is between two equal subjects, mutually pleasurable.

In most mother-son incest pornography, the mother is portrayed as having a strong sexual desire. This is not a true mother. A true mother should be holy, selfless, and content simply by satisfying her son's sexual desires.

Example 1

: That happened when I was 16. My dad was a long-distance bus driver and didn't come home often. Our family was also very poor at the time; we lived in a single-story house in a dormitory. There was only one room and one bed, and my mom and I slept together every night. Our bodies were often in contact while we slept. During that period, almost every night I would press my penis against my mom's buttocks through her underwear, and I would ejaculate every time. I also frequently touched my mom's genitals and often tried to penetrate her. I remember that one time I really wanted to put it in. Because my mom usually lay with her back to me, I moved her from behind. I pulled down my mom's underwear. I remember being very nervous, afraid she would "wake up." I had to use one hand to pull down her underwear from behind, and the other hand to support her buttocks and try to insert my penis. Perhaps because I had no experience, I searched for a long time but couldn't get in. But I swear, my glans definitely touched her vaginal opening and rubbed against her labia for a long time. Finally, unable to penetrate, I spread her buttocks and placed my penis in her buttocks, simulating thrusting. I ejaculated, but I guarantee I absolutely did not insert it into her anus!!!

That's the whole process. My mom pretended to be asleep the whole time, pretending she knew nothing...

Actually, this is just a childhood memory. From a rational and objective perspective, it didn't occupy much of my life, so it didn't leave much of a shadow on me until October 23, 2004. That day, a day I'll remember for the rest of my life; that day, my mother and I went to my second aunt's house. My second aunt had just gotten divorced and was very emotionally unstable, so she asked us to come and keep her company. We chatted until very late. My second aunt had a problem: she couldn't sleep with anyone except herself or her ex-husband, including my mother and me. So, at night, my second aunt let my mother and me sleep in the bedroom, while she slept in the living room. I think it was around 2 a.m., when my body came into contact with his again. My feelings were extremely complicated at that moment, and I remembered my childhood experiences. My lower body changed. I tentatively approached and pressed closer, and my mother pretended to be asleep as before. But this time, I succeeded. I penetrated her, and we did it twice, both times ejaculating inside her. Afterwards, After I took it out, I turned over and pretended to be asleep. After a while, my mother quietly got up and wiped herself down there. I could feel her taking the tissue out of her bag and standing under the bed wiping herself. During the whole process, neither of us spoke or made a sound, except for the sounds of our bodies colliding. I mean, no moans or cries. The whole process was as if it happened in a daze. When I woke up in the morning, neither my mother nor I mentioned it. It was as if nothing had happened. Everything was very natural. After all, we hadn't faced each other.

I know my own feelings best. I didn't fall in love with my mother. I mean, romantic love. I certainly didn't treat my mother as a lover. I think it was just because of the physical contact that aroused my sexual desire. It's that simple. Moreover, every time I had sex with my mother, I never kissed her or engaged in any tender caresses. It was always very direct; I would immediately start touching her vagina, and once it was wet, I would insert it. There were no positions; it was just the simplest thrusting. I would ejaculate and then pull out.

Both times I did it, I ejaculated inside

her. My mother is 48 years old and still menstruates. Could she possibly get pregnant? That day, my aunt slept in the living room, which was very close to our bedroom. I could almost hear her breathing heavily at night. At first, I was somewhat hesitant because whenever I exerted force, there would be sounds from below—the wet sounds of her labia turning and the slapping sounds of impact. But later, I couldn't control myself and thrust very hard. I noticed that every time I thrust, my aunt would frequently turn over and breathe heavily. I'm worried that she might notice something and it could affect our reputations.

Example 2:

I am a 43-year-old woman from Shandong. I have been divorced for several years and have been raising my son alone. He is now in college. Perhaps I spoiled him too much and he has become dependent on me. Our family's financial situation is quite good, and we have a large house. However, my son always liked to sleep in my room until he went to college in another city. Actually, we used to often hug each other while sleeping, but later I noticed his physiological reactions, so I became very careful.

But one of his illnesses changed our relationship. He had a cold that night, and it was raining heavily outside, so we couldn't go out. We just held each other and waited for dawn. Because it was summer, we were wearing very little clothing. As a result, I felt my son's penis was very hard. I don't know what I was thinking, but I didn't care much and let him hold me. Later, I felt him ejaculate, getting it all over me, and I even sweated. His cold was actually cured. In the morning, we were laughing happily, but my smile stopped under his blank stare. He was still staring blankly at my almost naked body. At his request, I let him do it again...

I've forgotten the details after that, but that morning became our first real mother-son intimacy. We had it a few more times afterward, on and off. Sometimes I think it didn't have a big impact on him. I can only control myself and not let him have any trauma later. Now I only go home once every few months, but every time I come back we almost always have sex. However, I don't initiate it unless he doesn't want to. Maybe our relationship is too unusual.

Example 3:

When I was little, sleeping in the same bed with my parents, I would always feel the bed shaking violently in the dark. I knew it was my parents making love. I was always very excited. Sometimes, when my mother was asleep, I would put my fingers inside her underwear. Every time, my mother would remove my hand, but she never scolded me. My mother often changed clothes in front of me, exposing her breasts, or urinated, exposing her white buttocks. Sometimes, when other children came to our house to play, my mother would also change clothes in front of them. Her large breasts and white body made my eyes widen, and I felt very embarrassed, after all, my body had been seen by other children.

I should say that my Oedipus complex started from then, even though I was only 6 years old. Later, it developed into frequently watching my parents make love and peeping at my mother while she showered. Once, I saw my mother making love with another man. So I thought, since other men can make love with my mother, I am her son, so it is even more possible. Once, when my mother was taking a bath, I barged in. She even made me scrub her back. I was already 15 years old then. I stroked her breasts with one hand and put the other inside her. My mother seemed very absorbed. As I went further inside, she seemed to wake up, grabbed my hand, and asked what I was doing. I said I wanted to bathe with her, but she told me to wait. I sensed the rejection and said, "I know who you're with." Then I stormed off.

His body was constantly on my mind. Then one time when she came to my bedroom, I told her my little brother hurt. I pulled down my underwear, and when Mom saw my erection, her tone suddenly became very gentle, just like when she made love with Dad. She touched it and said it was too big. She said I should find a girl, and then it wouldn't hurt anymore. I asked where to find one. Mom said she'd sacrifice herself. (It's true!) Then she took off her pants and let me climb on top of her, while Dad was still in the living room. I was very excited, climbing on her stomach. Mom lifted her legs, but it was my first time. Mom pressed my buttocks with her hands and pushed me forward. I was so excited that I ejaculated the moment she touched me. I told Mom I couldn't. Then Mom straddled me, in a position she often used when she made love with Dad. Then I grabbed her breasts, thinking about Dad still in the living room, I was both excited and scared. I told Mom I couldn't take it anymore and asked if she went in. Mom didn't answer. I don't know why, but I felt very sad. How could I do it with my mother? So I said, "Mom, you can go now." My mother put on her pants and left. I lay on the bed, my mind a mess.

A few years later, my mother came to visit me. On my way to pick her up, I told myself, "Tonight, Mom is my bride. I will make love to her and savor the pain of these past few years." I added sleeping pills to her soup, and soon my mother fell asleep. I took off my clothes and lay down next to her, kissing her breasts, like when I was a child. My mother didn't seem to be asleep; sometimes she sighed, sometimes she moaned. Later, I took off my mother's underwear and put my penis against her genitals. When I took off my mother's pants, she clearly cooperated. I took a few pictures of her genitals with my camera, and then I started making love to my mother. My mother said, "Son, I'm your mother! How embarrassing!" I said, "No one will know!" Because of the excitement, I couldn't fully enjoy the pleasure of making love before I ejaculated! Later, I said I couldn't get it in, so my mother used her hand to guide my penis towards her lower body, but it was already soft, and I couldn't succeed again!

Lying next to my mother, I asked her if she still had a relationship with that person? Did she still miss him? My mother said she was too old and didn't want anyone anymore. I learned that my mother's relationship with that person only ended in recent years, meaning she had maintained a relationship with him for nearly 40 years. Thinking about this, I became very jealous of that person. He had possessed my mother's beautiful body for 40 years, so why couldn't I? But later, my mother didn't dare to look me in the eye anymore, and she locked the door when she went to sleep! I was very angry, and sometimes I even wanted to tell my father about my mother's relationship with that person, but I had reservations! After all, I didn't know what the consequences would be!

Example 4:

Qin, a 48-year-old strong and decisive middle-aged woman and data administrator at a research unit, lost her husband to cancer ten years ago and lived with her son. Her son, Huo Gang, is a graduate of Nanjing University and works in a local government agency. Because of his mother's overly meticulous discipline and care from a young age, Huo Gang became inseparable from her both in life and emotionally. Huo Gang experienced a heartbreak in college, which led to a psychological barrier to interacting with girls. After graduating, he lived at home, and the warmth his mother provided further fueled his Oedipus complex. Huo Gang's cessation of pursuing girls did not indicate any physiological abnormality; on the contrary, he was physically healthy and vigorous. His physical needs led him to engage in various sexual fantasies to regulate his mood. He naturally made his only female companion—his mother, Qin—the object of his fantasies, unconsciously imagining intimate moments with her. Sometimes he felt these thoughts were a desecration of his mother, but he couldn't control himself. Later, he began using masturbation to release his youthful energy. His masturbation became increasingly frequent. To increase the stimulation, he consciously spied on his mother's exposed body when she changed clothes or used the toilet. He also stole his mother's unwashed underwear from the washing machine and bloodstained sanitary napkins from the bathroom, placing them under his pillow. Every night, Huo Gang would eagerly turn off the lights and go to bed, desperately inhaling the scent emanating from his sanitary napkins and underwear. After a while, Huo Gang became exhausted and his face turned sallow. His mother, Qin, noticed the change in her son and also discovered the frequently "missing" underwear. Qin had tried to persuade and criticize her son many times, but to no avail. She felt she couldn't let her only son sink into such a state, but she didn't know that her son had a severe Oedipus complex. She thought he was simply experiencing strong desires due to his youth. After much deliberation, one night after her son went to bed, Qin went to his room and found him preparing to masturbate with his own underwear. She snatched the underwear from him, took off her outer clothes, lay down beside him, and said, "Don't you want a woman? Mom can satisfy you. Come on!" Huo Gang's long-cherished wish was fulfilled so readily. He was somewhat incredulous, but seeing his mother's serious attitude, he tentatively reached out and touched her body. His mother closed her eyes and did not object. Huo Gang went berserk. He quickly tore off his mother's few pieces of clothing, exposing her completely. He pounced on her and kissed her body passionately, from her breasts to her private parts. He then attempted to have intercourse with his mother... After that, Huo Gang would go to his mother, Qin, whenever he needed to.

Example 5

: I am a college student majoring in chemical engineering. I have always been very attached to my mother. My parents are both cadres in the water conservancy bureau, both in their forties and approaching fifty. However, my parents have incompatible personalities and have spent their entire lives arguing. Some time ago, my parents had a fight over some things. Later, they even talked about divorce. My father moved out. During that time, my mother was in a bad mood and very lonely. I understood her and often stayed by her side. That night, I was with my mother in her room again. We talked about our feelings, and as she spoke, she sadly rested her head on my shoulder. At first, I just gently hugged my mother, but then I couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sexual urge. I hugged her tightly and tried to kiss her. My mother noticed my inappropriate thoughts, broke free, and stood up abruptly. She scolded me in surprise. I knelt before her, hugging her legs and looking up at her. My feelings were complicated. I was terrified of her scolding, but I also really wanted her. I begged for her forgiveness while continuing to tell her my troubles. I said I was over 20 but had never had a girlfriend, let alone been with a woman, and that I couldn't control myself, which was why I wanted to be with my mother... My mother looked down at me with a strange expression, seemingly angry but not really. After a long while, she gently patted my head, bit her lip, sat back down on the edge of the bed, and turned her face away. Somehow, I felt my mother had agreed, so I pounced on her and pushed her down onto the bed. She struggled slightly, then closed her eyes and let me do as I pleased. I was reckless, kissing her face and chest wildly like a madman, lifting her skirt, pulling down her panties, spreading her legs, and pressing my genitals against hers… At that moment, I had no maternal love left in my mind; all I felt was animalistic pleasure. Afterwards, I felt guilty, and my mother felt even more so. She tried to avoid me as much as possible, her face turning red whenever she saw me, and she wouldn't even speak to me. I later learned that my mother's actions towards me were entirely out of spite towards my father. Now my parents have reconciled, but my mother and I can never go back to the way we were before. I regret it deeply, and I'm in great pain. I really can't bear my mother's indifference towards me.

Example 6:

Wen Zhong was 17 years old. He had a strong Oedipus complex and saw his father's departure as a good opportunity. At night, after going to bed with his mother, he deliberately slept very close to her, even putting his arms around her neck. His mother, Cai, was used to this; Wen Zhong had grown up like this. This time, Wen Zhong actually climbed on top of his mother, Cai. Cai seemed to sense something was wrong, and the next day she went out and bought a folding sofa for her son to sleep on that night. A year later, Wen Zhong happened to run into Wang, a primary school classmate who worked at a famous nightclub. Wang gave Wen Zhong a packet of aphrodisiacs as a gift, for him to use when "picking up girls." However, Wen Zhong wasn't very interested in girls. He had a sudden idea: he could try it on his mother, Cai. One day, Cai, one of the factory's managers, accompanied a higher-level inspection team to a banquet. She drank too much and staggered home after 8 pm. Wen Zhong thought the time was right; he poured the packet of aphrodisiacs into his mother Cai's hangover tea. Ms. Cai felt extremely hot and uncomfortable, her mind became confused, and her behavior changed drastically. She tore off all her clothes, threw off her shoes, and started singing and making a scene in the room. Wen Zhong helped his mother to bed, having already undressed himself, and lay on top of her. Ms. Cai no longer recognized her son. She hugged Wen Zhong tightly, biting him on the back and implying that she wanted to have sex with him. Wen Zhong took advantage of this and had inappropriate sexual intercourse with his mother. When Ms. Cai woke up the next day and learned what had happened the night before, she was filled with shame and anger. After slapping her son, she ran away from home and jumped into a lake, but fortunately, she was rescued by a kind person.

Example 7:

Dr. Bai, focused on her career, didn't have a child until she was almost 30. Therefore, she and her husband doted on their son, especially when her husband was away. Dr. Bai would sleep in the same bed with her son. Over time, when her husband returned to visit, Dr. Bai wanted her teenage son to sleep in his own room, but he refused, insisting on staying in his parents' bed, preventing the couple from being intimate. Unlike other boys who become distant from their mothers after puberty, this boy actually preferred to be close to her. At night, he would pretend to be cold and always try to crawl into his mother's bed. Later, his behavior became more unusual; he often asked to hug his mother while sleeping and sometimes even asked to touch her breasts. Dr. Bai thought it was just him being affectionate and would change eventually, so she always indulged him. In the winter of 1995, Dr. Bai's husband died in a construction accident at a construction site. The boy was afraid his mother would remarry. Dr. Bai, feeling she was already 47, told her son she didn't plan to remarry. The boy became increasingly affectionate towards his mother. In the past, when he hugged her, he would kiss her cheek, which Dr. Bai considered a natural expression of maternal love and readily accepted. However, one day, six months after her husband's death, before leaving home early in the morning, her son hugged her goodbye and unexpectedly kissed her lips. This made Dr. Bai uneasy. Later, she found a passage in her son's diary, in which he said he wanted to take good care of his mother for the rest of his life, to be both a good son and a good husband. Dr. Bai was shocked. She took the opportunity to talk to her son, trying to change his mindset, but he wouldn't listen. He openly declared that he was now 18 and an adult, demanding to share a bed with his mother like her husband had. For the first time, Dr. Bai sternly reprimanded her son. She thought he wouldn't have such thoughts anymore, but the matter didn't end there. One day, after finishing her night shift, Dr. Bai returned home to find her son serving her a bowl of hot rice porridge. Touched by his thoughtfulness, she ate the porridge, exhausted, and then fell asleep. Unexpectedly, the boy dissolved a "hibernation drug" in his food. Dr. Bai felt a sharp pain in her lower body while asleep, but when she woke up it was too late; the boy had already entered her body...

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