[Motherly Love, Conception, and Breast Milk] (Complete) Author: Unknown - Incest Novel

Motherly Love, Conception, and Breast Milk Author: Unknown Word Count: 25169 When I was in middle school, I took my mom's underwear with me while showering and she found out. Back then, our washing machine was in the bathroom, and my mom always put clothes that needed washing in it. One day, she suddenly came in, and I immediately went limp. My mom looked at me for a while and then left. I was terrified for days. For those few days, my mom acted as if nothing had happened and was still very nice to me. After a while, she asked me if my foreskin could be retracted. I was shy and didn't tell her, so she tried to retract my foreskin while I was sleeping. Several times, I felt someone sitting next to my bed. When I opened my eyes, she smiled and left. But after a few days, she still succeeded once. The next day, she told me that mine could be retracted, and that it was different from my dad's—it was pink. After that incident, my mom still acted like I didn't exist at home, changing her underwear in front of me. That happened in high school. Now, six years have passed. Let me tell you about my mom! My mom is 21 years older than me, very tall, and has very fair skin. Actually, women can be very beautiful as long as they are tall and have fair skin, with just a little makeup. I'm 172cm, and she was about the same height as me in heels. She was a junior manager at her workplace, and had a kind of authoritative presence. Back then, my dad wasn't home; he had another woman. Without a man at home, I had to help my mom with a lot of things. We even moved house by just my mom and me. My mom told me that my dad even brought his woman to my school to see me. Back then, there were photos of the top five students from each class posted in the hallway. They looked at the photos and left. I still don't know what that woman looked like. My mom would hit my dad whenever she saw him, just scratching his face. My mom earns more money than my dad. My dad is only good-looking. I heard that his woman is very rich, at least richer than my mom. Gradually, I became a "mother complex" person with a heavy taste. I was greatly influenced by this; I only watch mature women in movies, read novels with incestuous plots, and look for girlfriends older than me. I know I have a mother complex, but my mother is someone I hold in high esteem. At most, I fantasize about other women impersonating her. Many people advise me to find my mother a man… but she's not divorced yet, who would dare? Besides, my mother herself doesn't want to, and I disagree. After all, my mother is my father's woman; why should she be given to another man? Giving her to another man is less desirable than giving her to me; if she dares, I dare. My mother and father have never divorced. Although my father wronged her, my mother remains devoted and has never been with another man. She says she didn't divorce for my sake. My mother is a very good woman. During the most tense period in my parents' relationship, my mother wanted revenge. She asked if I had seen that woman, and I said no. My mother said, "I'll bring her here, and you can sleep with this little slut." I thought she was just joking, but she dragged me to a gambling den for a week. Luckily, we didn't succeed… that's when I realized my mother was serious. My mother also uses my computer to watch TV dramas. Back then, it seems there were no Youku or Tudou; she watched them on a website called Shangdu Broadband in our area. Back then, I used to download porn all the time, mostly from Aicheng. They were all mother-son type videos. I used Storm Player, which was on my desktop. Later, I discovered that Storm Player would automatically play the last video when I clicked the start button. Several times when I took over the computer from my mom, I found the video was different from the one I had played before. My head was spinning. Once, I found the minimized Storm Player icon in the bottom right corner of the desktop, clicked it, and it was playing a mother-son sex scene, with moans coming from my headphones… In a panic, I moved the Storm Player icon to my Documents folder. Later, when my mom used the computer, she couldn't find the player and got angry at me, asking where I had put her TV shows. I told her to watch Shangdu Broadband, but she said she didn't watch that. I was speechless, finally unable to face or endure it, and ran out in shame… Later, it seems she found it in my Documents herself, and then she stopped getting angry… After that, I stopped using Storm Player and switched to KM. That player is much better; at least it doesn't play the last video when you click start. I originally wanted to delete all of Baofeng's playlists, but I was afraid she'd get angry, so I reluctantly deleted only a few that were too explicit. And I still have to update her playlist every month… nothing could be more embarrassing than this. When I was in high school, whenever I asked her for money to go out or for anything else, she'd always make me kiss her first. Kiss her forehead, her cheeks, sometimes one round wasn't enough, she'd kiss me several times. Later, when I kissed her, she'd lick me with her tongue, getting my face covered in saliva. My mom always takes throat lozenges and her saliva doesn't smell bad, but I still had to wash my face before going out, afraid someone would notice. Taking the money she gave me and going out… I felt like a prostitute, holding money earned from selling myself. I started dating in high school, three in total. But the only one who truly moved me was her, Xiaotong. The reason was that she was also tall, and her temperament and appearance were very similar to my mom's. We've been dating for almost 10 years, from high school until now. She has a personality very much like my mother's, and she gives me a sense of security. When I'm with her, I always imagine her as my mother. I know I still love my mother, because I can't have her; she's just a substitute. My mother's status is too high for me; I think I'll spend my whole life secretly admiring, worshipping, and fearing my mother. Back then, I was short and thin, just over 160 centimeters tall, and my girlfriend was much taller than me in heels. She used to be a good student, but later, for some reason, she stopped studying. I would play with her every day and study by myself at night, but she didn't. Later, I got into a top provincial high school, and she went to an ordinary high school, but we still kept in touch. During that time, we skipped school every day to stroll around, eat KFC, and go to the movies. One day, we happened to run into my mother. It was awkward. She grabbed me and made me get on her motorcycle and left without saying anything, leaving that little girl there. I looked at her helplessly; we were both so pitiful. When I got home, she mocked me in various ways. Two of her lines sent chills down my spine, and I still remember them: "So you like young girls!" "You like young girls, don't you?" The unspoken message was, "You watch incestuous films every day and you still like young girls? Don't lie to your mother, son!" From then on, my mom forbade me from dating, stopped giving me pocket money, and made me eat at a designated restaurant near the school every day—anything I wanted, she'd pay the bill once a week. I remember fighting with my mom once during summer vacation. She said I was always skipping school and playing around, so she locked me up at home for the summer. But I begged her, and I was allowed to go out. One day, my girlfriend paged me, asking me to come out with her. I forgot to delete the pager message, and my mom probably saw it. The next day, she absolutely refused to let me go out. She put the sofa by the door and sat on it. I argued with her, but she wouldn't listen. She just said, "Don't think I don't know what you're going out to do." Eventually, she resorted to violence. I didn't dare hit her, so I tore her clothes, ripping her underwear to shreds. Her methods of hitting me were perverted. When I tore her clothes, she would flick my fingers, which hurt terribly. Then she would scratch my face, deep and bleeding. In the end, she forced me onto the bed, and I was lying face down while she used her knee to press against my waist. She tied my hands behind my back with her stockings. After tying me up, she pinched my thighs, making me scream in pain. She said, "Just like your dad, I'll disfigure your face and see how you dare to go out and have fun." I didn't dare to go out for a month. Now, if you look closely, you can still see the scars on my face. From then on, I never dared to resist again. Every time I resisted, I would be disfigured again... It wasn't that I wasn't stronger than her, but the way she flicked my fingers hurt too much. Later, I went to university. My home is in the provincial capital, so I went to a 211 university in my city. Although I had a dormitory at school, the school wasn't far from home, so I basically never lived in the dormitory. I would go home once a week at the latest. I didn't really want to go home so often, but my mom would call me every day, asking how my studies were going, whether I was getting used to the food, and telling me not to play around and to come home quickly. When I go home, my mom always chats with me, always making small talk, repeating the same things over and over again. I've told her she's getting old, like a broken record. She won't let me say she's old. Her favorite thing to do when she sees me is to lean on me or lie in my arms and let me pluck her gray hairs. Every time I see my mom's once black hair slowly turning white, I secretly shed tears. I always feel like she raises me like a pet. After graduating from university, I could have gotten a job in a monopolistic state-owned enterprise through her connections, but she wouldn't allow it. She wanted me to pursue a master's degree, not to be independent, saying that if I could earn money, I wouldn't listen to her. In the end, I worked hard for half a year and passed the exam, but I still have to ask her for living expenses. I said my friends are all married and have established careers, while I'm still in school, and I feel ashamed to be a freeloader. She said, "I'm willing to let you be a freeloader, it's none of anyone else's business," and told me to study hard in school and try for a doctorate. I've talked to my mom many times, but it's no use. I wanted to work during the holidays to gain more practical experience, but she wouldn't allow it. She said, "What social experience? It just means being bullied by rich people like you kids who haven't been in society before. You should study hard, and if you need money, ask your mother. Don't waste your time thinking about this and that." When I was preparing for my postgraduate entrance exam, in the summer, I went to listen to lectures on advanced mathematics by Zhao Dafu and linear algebra by Li Yongle. I was an engineering student taking the math I exam. Every morning I got up at 7 am, took a 30-minute bus ride, and the exam room was packed with over 100 people. I was drenched in sweat every day. I only slept 4-Five hours, but I improved a lot then. I could basically solve the big problems on line integrals, surface integrals, and infinite series that I wasn't very good at before. In the end, I got 130 points in math, all thanks to Lao Zhao. Every day when I came home, my mom felt sorry for me, saying my pants were soaked, but I didn't feel that way. Once a person is determined to do something, they have endless energy, haha. During that time, my mom washed all my clothes for me, every day, including my underwear. I would take a shower first thing every day when I got home. My mom said I was too tired and would scrub my back. I didn't want to at first, but I couldn't resist her. She would wipe my body with a towel and even lather my penis with soap, sometimes holding it tightly. I would get aroused very quickly. As soon as I got aroused, my mom would know, immediately let go, and continue washing other parts. I remember that summer it rained a lot, and lightning kept damaging our transformer, so there were always power outages. In the sweltering summer, even after a shower, the house was still unbearably hot. My mother took pity on me and laid out a mat on the floor for me to sleep on. She lay opposite me, and we lay face to face. She fanned me to cool me down. In the dim candlelight, I looked at my mother's half-naked breasts, her jade-like arms glistening with sweat as she fanned me, and breathed in her fragrance. I shamefully got an erection again. I deliberately pulled my buttocks back so she wouldn't notice. In the end, she still noticed, coughed twice, smiled at me, and continued fanning. I thought of the popular TV series "Da Ming Dynasty 1566" at the time. In it, Hai Rui was 40 years old and still lived with his mother. Was their relationship like ours? Looking at my mother's half-naked breasts, her white low-cut t-shirt was already soaked with sweat, and a drop of fragrant sweat was flowing down her cleavage. I had a mischievous thought and stuck out my tongue to lick them. My mother didn't get angry. Instead, she put her hand on my head and stroked my hair. I went along with it and started licking the exposed half of her breast. Mom closed her eyes, placed her hands behind my head, and I pulled her t-shirt up to her breasts, starting to gnaw on them. Mom said, "Eat, eat!" A look of ecstasy and satisfaction appeared on her face. I suckled on her nipple like a baby, my tongue swirling around it, gently biting with my teeth. Mom let out a soft moan. My penis grew even harder. At that moment, I don't know where the courage came from, but I reached down and touched her genitals. Mom was only wearing a pair of panties. I pulled them down to her thighs and touched that dark, velvety area, which was already very wet. My hands were covered in Mom's wet, sweet fluid. But Mom immediately removed my hand and glared at me. I didn't dare move. After a while, she turned away and ignored me. At this point, I was terrified, my penis went limp, and I cried out in a sob, "Mommy, Mommy." But Mom still ignored me. I moved closer to Mom again, almost touching her. I put my hand, which had been touching my mother's vulva, into my mouth and sucked on it. The smell was a bit pungent, but it aroused my lust. It tasted salty. "This is the taste of Mom, ah..." My mother heard me sucking on my fingers, and her breathing became rapid again. My penis was already erect and pointing at her like a cannon. After ten minutes, my mother's breathing calmed down. I smelled her scent, and my penis was so hard I couldn't stand it anymore. The pressure of studying for the past few days made me impulsive. I took off my panties and picked my mother up forcefully. She cried out, and I laid her face up on me. I don't know where I got the strength, but I tore her thin panties apart from the crotch. My mother kept shaking her head. I looked at her beautiful profile and licked her delicate earlobe. Her two big white legs were still spread apart, and I easily penetrated her. I hugged her, she pressed against me, and I moved up and down behind her. So this is what a woman is like, this is my mother, I'm no longer a virgin! My mom hadn't had sex in a long time, even though she gave birth to me over 20 years ago. I felt her vagina was still quite tight, and soon she started getting wet—a lot, some of it even flowing down my penis and into my anus, making me itchy. We were making "smacking" sounds as we joined together. My mom put her left hand down, bent her index finger, and put it in her mouth, her face full of sorrow, trying not to cry out. Because it was my first time penetrating a woman's vagina, the stimulation was overwhelming. My mom's vagina was moist, warm, and very elastic; I didn't last more than a few minutes before ejaculating, shooting deep inside her. After a while, my mother coldly said to me, "Put me down now!" I felt embarrassed and unwilling, so I cried out, "Mom, no!" I touched my mother's white thighs and breasts, and my penis became erect again while still inside her. My mother's body rose and fell with my thrusts. I turned my mother's face around, and in the lamplight, I saw that her face was red. She was staring into my eyes. After a while, she took the initiative to stick out her tongue and lick me. This time, I couldn't let her go. I sucked on her tongue desperately, greedily scooping up her saliva. My mother had taken a throat lozenge again, and her saliva was cool and sweet. I swallowed her saliva in big gulps. My mother's saliva was like the best aphrodisiac, making my penis as hard as a rock. After 20 minutes of penetration, my penis was so swollen it almost filled my urethra. When I ejaculated, my urethra was squeezed so narrow that my semen shot out like waves from a high-pressure water gun, deep into my mother's uterus. I couldn't believe I had ejaculated more than 20 times. Incest between mother and son was like a sweet poison; I felt like I had shot my soul out. Just then, the power came back on. My mother climbed off me. I squinted, avoiding the glaring light, and looked at her. My mother's face and body were covered in sweat, her snow-white skin flushed red, and white semen from my ejaculation was still flowing from her genitals. I helped her into the bathroom, turned on the shower, and we dried each other off. I blew air into my mother's ear and mischievously untangled her hair, which was piled high on her head. My mother smiled seductively at me, grabbed a handful of her genitals, and held it up in front of me to show me: "Look what you've done, you've put so much inside." I said, "I love you so much, Mom, I couldn't help but ejaculate so much." My mother sighed plaintively: "You, you always cause me trouble." I wiped my mother's body and washed her hair. While washing her, I begged my mother to put her tongue in my mouth; I wanted to taste her sweet, cool saliva. Our tongues intertwined. My mother was particularly skilled at this; sometimes she greedily sucked on my tongue, moving her head back and forth, as if she were giving my tongue a blowjob. Other times, she completely stuffed her soft red tongue into my mouth, raping my oral cavity like a penis. My mother's oral skills were truly amazing... I placed my mother's hand on my penis, and as soon as she did, because the stimulation in her mouth was too intense, I ejaculated again. The first two streams of semen even shot onto the tiled wall opposite—it was so satisfying. After we finished showering, I dried her off and carried her into the bedroom. The walk from the bathroom to the bedroom wasn't long, but I walked incredibly fast. My mother felt like a priceless treasure in my arms; I was afraid someone would snatch her away along the way. I gently placed her on the bed, turned on the air conditioner, and she said, "Stop fooling around, go to sleep, it's getting late." I lingered on her bed, saying, "I want to sleep with Mom!" My mother stroked my head and said kindly, "Okay, okay, Mom and baby will sleep together." As soon as I lay down, I got an erection again. I pushed my mother onto the bed, making her stick her plump, fat buttocks up high. My mother exclaimed in surprise, "Why are you doing it again!" I pulled her wet hair from behind, and my penis slid in smoothly with a "whoosh," beginning a wonderful piston-like motion. My two huge testicles slammed against my mother's vulva, making a "slap, slap, slap" sound, mixed with my mother's low moans, a beautiful symphony filling the bedroom. Watching my mother, like a great white horse, being ridden beneath me, all the hatred I felt for her oppression and bullying over the years vanished. My noble and unparalleled mother was being fucked by me! This woman was my mother! The vagina I was penetrating was the place where I was born! I kept reminding myself of this. Although my mother's face had wrinkles, the flesh on her thighs and buttocks was still so firm, her back incredibly smooth. Under my pressure, her two arms and tailbone squeezed deeply into her back, creating a deep groove, which was particularly sexy. From behind, my mother's buttocks looked especially huge. Although she had a small belly, her buttocks were still more than three sizes larger than her waist. With each powerful thrust, the white flesh on her buttocks would tremble, giving me a strong visual impact. My mother still covered her mouth with her hand, not letting herself make a sound, making me think she was a lewd woman. Looking at my mother's big, white buttocks, I suddenly had an idea. I reached for the face cream from the dressing table and mischievously poured it all over her buttocks. Then I carefully massaged them. Soon, my mother's beautiful buttocks shone brightly under the light, so smooth and delicate. Her trembling buttocks almost made me swoon.Unable to open my eyes, I thrust my penis even harder into my mother's. I lay on her beautiful back, licking her skin, calling in her ear, "Mommy, Mommy." My mother still bit her hand tightly in her mouth, her face flushed with shame. In the end, my mother was in so much pain that she wouldn't let me continue, crying and begging me to stop. I had no choice but to ejaculate for the sixth time that night, pulling my penis out. It was covered in white, and I could still feel a slight stinging sensation. I turned my penis around and realized that I had been too impulsive, too excited, and too forceful, tearing the suture between my foreskin and penis. But I still didn't feel anything. I remained motionless, greedily ogling my mother's body. My mother saw this and, with great tenderness, held my penis in her hand. Ignoring the filth that had covered it all night, she knelt down and began to lick the wound. At that moment, the sky began to lighten, and a ray of fresh sunlight shone in. I stared at the scene before me, completely mesmerized. A tall, curvaceous middle-aged woman was kneeling on her heels, vigorously licking my penis. This was my mother, the one who gave me life, raised me, satisfied my appetite, and now satisfied my sexual desire! Her large buttocks were pressed against her heels, her thighs together, the flesh of her buttocks spread apart, making them look even larger and sexier. While sucking my penis, she also tucked her hair behind her ears so I could see her beautiful face while enjoying the oral sex. My mother looked at me with an expression I had never seen before—a mixture of sorrow, sexiness, and satisfaction. She sucked out the semen remaining in my urethra and swallowed it without hesitation, leaving me feeling refreshed. My mother said it would cause an infection, and if it didn't heal properly, it would be a big problem. She wanted to sleep with my penis in her mouth, to heal my wound. I said, "It's okay, Mom, you don't need to work so hard." My mom frowned and said, "You came from my belly, everything you have is from me, including your penis. Why don't you agree?" I was speechless for a moment. Hearing the rooster crow, my mom put a throat lozenge and my penis in her mouth. I felt my penis enter a warmer space; her saliva was cool, making me shiver. My mom's tongue circled around my glans, licking the coronal sulcus, then playfully nudging the urethral opening with it, as if trying to force her tongue inside. Soon, my mom fell asleep with her head resting on my crotch, my penis still hard in her mouth, drifting off to sleep. When I woke up, my wound had miraculously healed. My mom and I couldn't believe it; there was no trace of yesterday's injury. I was so moved. I said to my mom, "This is probably what great maternal love is!" I have a very strong sex drive. Before, I could masturbate to AV more than four times a day. After having sex with my mom, whenever I needed to, no matter what she was doing, I would roughly push her down and have sex with her. I mostly used the doggy style, because that's the position where I got the hardest and felt the most conquering. My mom wouldn't let me use a condom when we had sex. She said that mother and son should communicate in spirit and flesh. I asked her if she wasn't afraid of getting pregnant. She said, "No, if I get pregnant, I'll give birth to the baby. We'll raise both sons together, one for each of our breasts." Actually, I knew she was taking birth control pills. I also felt good about ejaculating inside her, so I didn't care. Since my mom got together with me, she's bought a lot of underwear—thongs, black stockings, red high heels—she buys whatever she can get her hands on. Most of the time, she only wears them at home for me to see. When she goes to work or buys things, she wears business suits: a suit jacket, a short skirt, flesh-colored pantyhose, and black high heels. Every day, my mother and I lived like newlyweds, enjoying a sweet and happy life. One day, I went to a high school reunion and ran into my girlfriend from high school. Reunions are truly "old hag gatherings"—all sorts of old stories resurfaced. Regardless of whether we were married or not, after a big meal and drinks, we'd still talk about our past relationships, and my girlfriend and I fell in love again. My seemingly peaceful life with my mother was disrupted by my girlfriend. While my mother and I had a fulfilling sex life, we had almost no shared interests. She loved shopping, looking at appliances, buying clothes, and trying every delicious snack she saw, bringing it back to share with me. Even haggling with vendors was one of her pleasures, something I felt nothing for. But with my girlfriend, I was much more relaxed—singing, going to bars, playing online games, gambling machines, boating, swimming… I gradually distanced myself from my mother and grew closer to my girlfriend. One time, while my girlfriend and I were eating, my mother called. My girlfriend said, "Is your mom calling you home?" I laughed it off, "No, no." I put my phone on silent mode, put it in my pocket, and ignored it. My girlfriend said, "I'm really afraid of your mom. The way she looked at me in middle school was like she was looking at an enemy. Was she afraid I'd steal her son away?" I remained silent, my heart filled with mixed emotions. Thinking about my mother's personality, I knew I was in trouble if I deliberately didn't answer her calls today. After a while, I felt uneasy and took out my phone again. I saw a text message from her: "Baby, come home quickly! Mom made your favorite chicken nuggets and ribs. Love, Mom." I knew she was barely a typist; typing so much without a single mistake must have been very difficult. Later, I learned that she had gone through my thickly dusted dictionary, typing the pinyin entries on her phone for half an hour, checking the brick-like dictionary, before sending it. My mother is getting old, and her eyesight is declining. She strained her eyes just to type a text message. When I found out, I cried and slapped myself repeatedly. I was so sorry to my mother; I had let her down. After a wild day with my girlfriend, I quietly opened the door and went home. A sumptuous meal was already laid out on the table, and my mother was already sitting on the sofa, legs crossed. She was wearing black lace-trimmed stockings, a short skirt that revealed a large section of her fair thighs, and red stiletto heels. Two buttons of her blouse were undone, revealing her half-naked breasts; she looked very attractive. But I was oblivious to all of that; I was prepared to accept my mother's punishment. But I saw that she was still smiling, showing no sign of anger, which I found strange. I sat down on the sofa next to her, puzzled. As soon as I sat down, she stood up and rushed towards me. To my surprise, she didn't yell at me; instead, she immediately pulled down my pants. I was both excited and scared. She pulled off my underwear and shoved it into her small mouth, starting to suck my penis, making "slurping" sounds. My mother's cheeks were deeply sunken, and with such top-notch service, my penis quickly won. After she licked it hard, my mother took my penis out and grabbed it, pushing it down onto her lower body. I suddenly understood. So my mother wasn't angry with me because she needed something from me, begging me to fuck her thirsty honey pot. Mother, oh mother, my dear mother, even you have this day? Thinking of this, a smile appeared on my face. But then I thought again and wondered: Why is my mother so thirsty today? No matter how much she wanted to do it with me before, she would always maintain her motherly identity. Why is she like a bitch in heat today? Things can't be that simple. I wanted to take off her clothes before doing it, but she was so eager that she didn't let me take off her top. I only had time to unbutton a few buttons on her chest and pull her purple lace bra down to her breasts, which supported her slightly drooping stalactites and staghorn breasts, allowing me to see her nipples. This way, my mother looked more charming and lewd than when she was naked. She pulled her thong aside and guided my penis inside with her delicate hand. I touched her snow-white thighs, exposed by black stockings, licked the smooth skin on her back, and watched her, wearing high heels, struggling to stand as I fucked her. I found it hilarious, but suddenly a sadistic urge surged within me, and I began to slap her plump buttocks hard, "Slap! Slap!" The sounds were crisp and loud. Slowly, my finger marks appeared on my mother's snow-white, plump buttocks, and I kept hitting her. Being able to hit my dear, noble mother's buttocks, remembering how strict the team used to be, and now seeing my mother riding beneath me and being spanked by me, I felt completely satisfied, lost in a daze, and kept hitting until I ejaculated. I beat her buttocks until they were bright red and looked swollen, her beautiful buttocks white with a hint of pink, exuding an indescribable lewdness and sexiness. I pulled my penis out, and my mother turned around. She skillfully knelt down and licked me clean. After helping me lie down, she placed one of her black-stockinged thighs on top of me, and placed one hand on her vulva, pressing it down. Usually, after we finish having sex, Mom would sit on the toilet and let the semen I ejaculated inside her flow out. Why wasn't she doing it today? Filled with suspicion, I buried my head in her full breasts and said, "Mom, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, hit me!" Mom said coquettishly, "How could my baby be wrong? You're such a good baby, my good baby has spanked Mommy so badly she's afraid to touch the bed. I'm so happy, how could I bear to hit you? Ouch, ouch, it hurts so much." At first, I found it quite enjoyable, thinking that a woman is a woman, no matter how noble, once you've had sex with her, she's nothing special. Once you've had sex with her, she's your private property, obedient and submissive, you can make her do whatever you want. I saw Mom...A strange smile appeared on Mom's face. Although I didn't know what was going to happen, I inwardly groaned; I knew this was the calm before the storm. My mom said, "My baby is so good, I've decided to give you a gift." I remained silent, wondering what my mom was up to. Mom continued, "Mom has decided to have a child for you." Seeing Mom's hand continuously inserting semen into my vagina, I knew I was doomed. I was shocked, as if struck by lightning. My mom was definitely trying to blackmail me with pregnancy, to make me lose face among my friends, to make my girlfriend despise me and break up with me, so that I would be utterly disgraced, and the whole world would know I was a beast's son. My mom always meant what she said; this must have been premeditated. My mom said, "You've really forgotten your mother after marrying a new bride! You're like this even before you're married! She's new, I'm old, there has to be a first come, first served! How many times have you spent time with me these past few months, and how many times with her? Today is really something, you won't even answer my calls. Today is my fertile period, and I've stopped taking the medication for a while, your seed is already in my belly." My mom proudly rubbed her belly, and I knelt down with a thud, kowtowing repeatedly, saying, "Mom, I was wrong, please forgive me!" My mom quickly helped me up, gently wiping my swollen forehead, licking it for a while, and then coldly said, "You're hungry, go eat first!" I had no choice but to do as she said. I knew my mom meant what she said, and now I would listen to whatever she said; this was my last chance. I obediently finished my meal and tried to persuade my mom to take the morning-after pill, but she absolutely refused. I lost my patience, thinking, how could it be so accurate? What if it didn't work? I didn't care. But I spent my free time with my mom and rarely went to see my girlfriend. About a month and a half later, my mom started feeling nauseous and vomiting. She took out the pregnancy test she'd prepared beforehand and saw she was indeed pregnant. I felt like dying. Every day I begged my mom, trying every trick in the book to please her. I took care of all the housework—cooking, laundry. My mom taught me to cook after I went to university, saying that nothing she cooked for me was as good as what I made myself, and I was actually quite a good cook. Seeing the satisfied smile on my mom's face after eating the food I'd made, I grabbed her legs, took off her high heels, and hugged her slightly smelly feet, sucking her toes through her stockings. I even stuck my tongue into her vagina and licked her anus to please her. But my mom just squinted her eyes and smiled without saying a word. School had already started, and I was shuttling between school and home. My mom still wouldn't let me go. Two months into her pregnancy, fearing her colleagues would find out, she took a long leave of absence, using all the public holidays and compensatory leave she'd saved up over the years. My colleagues at work were all puzzled. My mother had always been a workaholic, arriving 40 minutes early for work every day. In over 20 years, aside from her maternity leave after giving birth to me, she had almost never taken a day off. My mother's only reaction was to laugh and explain, "I'm getting old, tired, and want to rest." We moved again. Our new home was the wedding house my mother had prepared for me, and now it's occupied by the old couple, haha. We moved here because most of the houses in this area were bought by out-of-town speculators; the buildings were mostly empty, so naturally, no one paid attention to my mother and me. My mother spent her days cooking for me, shopping, and making love to me. Later, when I was five months pregnant, my mother started gaining weight again, and the baby was clearly visible. I knelt down, crying, and swore to her that I would break up with my girlfriend and that my mother would choose my future girlfriends. My mom finally let me go, revealing a long-lost smile, and said, "That's my good boy. Focus on your studies, don't date, and if you want to have sex, come to Mom." I went with her to the hospital. On the way, I was constantly afraid the doctor would ask about my relationship with my mom. Although she didn't look old, she still looked much older than me. But in fact, my worries were unnecessary. There are so many abortions now, and hospitals are open-minded; they don't care about your relationship, they just collect money. The doctor said the fetus was too big to abort, and they could only induce labor. The doctor said it was a boy, developing very well, what a pity. There are many abortions now, but very few induced labors. The doctor was also puzzled as to why I had come so late and told me: "You should come to the hospital earlier for an abortion." Induced labor is so painful! After the induced labor, my mom was in so much pain that she lost a lot of weight. I was heartbroken. I didn't let her get out of bed every day, running around taking care of her, and I didn't even shave. But under my care, my mom gradually became rosy and plump, while I, with my beard, looked much older. Now my mom looks about my age. Later, I found out she hadn't told me something: induced labor can also cause milk production. She threw away the medication the doctor prescribed to stop lactation. I didn't understand this, and my mom just kept it from me. After I came home, my mom's breasts started to swell and produce milk, soaking her clothes. After a few days, it became unbearable; her breasts were swollen like balloons and very hard to the touch. She pitifully said to me, "Mommy is uncomfortable, sweet baby, can you help Mommy suckle?" How could I say no? My mom has plenty of milk; she can squeeze it and it sprays quite far. Later, when we made love, the milk would spray out automatically if we moved too much. I didn't know why, so I asked her. She smiled faintly and said, "It's just milk spurt." When I let her suckle, she teased me, deliberately squeezing her breasts hard, making me cough and turn red in the face. I asked her when she could wean, and she said she was taking medication and would wean then. I suckled for half a month, and my mom still had plenty of milk. I asked her, "How much longer do I have to suckle?" She said coldly, "I never took the medicine, I threw it all away, hehe. You drank my milk until you were five, now you're in for a treat." I was stunned. My mom had played me again. This breast milk should have belonged to my younger brother, but now it had become a shackle binding me. My mom was as happy as a bride at home. No matter if I was in class, studying, or doing experiments, my mom would send me a text message: "Baby, my breasts are engorged again." I would have to be in her bed within an hour, obediently letting her nurse. Actually, breast milk doesn't taste as good as cow's milk. Cow's milk has added food flavorings, making it taste better. Breast milk is pure, a little thin, but sweet. The taste changes depending on my mom's diet and mood. When my mom is in a bad mood, the breast milk will taste fishy. After drinking breast milk for a long time, it becomes as familiar as drinking water. A month later, my mom officially got back to work, and she was busy at home again. She applied for early retirement. Everyone said it was a pity for a middle-level manager in a state-owned enterprise with a monopolistic industry like her to retire early. I asked her if staying with me was really that good? She lay in my arms and said gently, "Your mother's childhood dream was to be a simple woman, living a simple life with my man." But fate was cruel, and heaven didn't give her that chance. Every day, my mother and I treated each other with respect, and I no longer spanked her during sex. Every morning, she would wake me up with oral sex, and after ejaculating in her mouth, she would stroke my penis and breastfeed me. When I had free time, we would have sex more than four times a day. The difference now was that I had to empty both of her breasts first, otherwise the stimulation would be too great, and the milk would spray all over the bed and all over me. I would burp as I put my mother's legs on my shoulders and happily thrust into her honey pot, mother and son greedily sucking each other's saliva. I loved kissing my mother the most; her oral skills were unparalleled, even more stimulating than oral sex. My mother's tongue was incredibly soft, like a marshmallow, moist and with barely any coating, showing a healthy red color. She would lick my teeth and tongue, bringing me cool saliva. She would also suck on my tongue, giving me oral sex like it was a penis. My tongue was being served by her tongue in her mouth until it was numb, but I didn't want to pull it back. Several times I was too greedy, and my tongue became stiff and couldn't be pulled back. My mother would then lick the base of my tongue little by little, and gently push it back with the tip of her tongue, until it finally returned to normal after a long while. Life is like that; a happy and peaceful life can often be changed by a thoughtless remark. Once, after making love with my mother, I lay in her arms, my head buried deep in her cleavage. I tentatively asked her, "Mom, weren't you going to find me a wife? When are you going to find me a wife? I want a wife." My mother stroked my hair and said with a hint of sorrow, "Wouldn't it be good for Mom to be your wife?" I was silent. "Of course it would be good! But what about the future, Mom?" My mother took out her breast, put her nipple in my mouth, and squeezed her breast, filling my mouth with a torrent of milk. My mother then placed my hand on her bare, white legs clad in black stockings and said, "They can't give you this." I suckled passionately. My mother continued, "When your old mother can no longer serve you, I'll give you back to your bride. First come, first served, what do you say?" I said, "Mom, I really love you, but on that day, my bride might not be waiting for me. If I want a child then, I'll be too old. What will I do then?" My mom laughed, "Whose milk are you drinking now? I really wanted to give you a little brother, but you were so dramatic, I couldn't help it! I may be old, but if you like children, I'd die again to give you one." I cried. That's my mother. A woman willing to have a child for you is a woman who truly loves you, especially someone like this...The woman was my mother. That night, I slept restlessly, having several nightmares. My mother held me and comforted me until I finally fell asleep. The next morning, my mother was gone. She left a note that read: "My dear baby, ask your bride for a child! Mom hasn't gone far. When you have a child, bring it home, and Mom will breastfeed both of you. Mom hasn't gone far; Mom is watching over you. Your loving mother." I finally couldn't hold back anymore and yelled, "Mom!" and rushed out. I searched and searched, through the vast sea of people, for a week without any results. My eyes were almost blind from crying, and my legs were almost broken. In desperation, I remembered my mother's note. I shamelessly went to my girlfriend. For my mother, I didn't care about anything else. I told her about my mother, and she cried too. She said she was willing to help me, and then we made love passionately. In less than a year, we had our own daughter. One day, I came home and saw my mother sitting there, smiling and waiting for me. I rubbed my eyes. Yes, it was real, not a hallucination, not a dream! I rushed over like a madman, picked up my mother, and kissed her face until it was covered in saliva and my tears. I looked at my mother; she was still so beautiful, alluring, and queen-like. My mother asked me, "Where's the baby?" My girlfriend came in carrying our daughter. My mother smiled and said, "Come on, let me breastfeed the baby!" I asked in surprise, "Mom, you still have milk?" My mother said, "Yes! I pump every day; it's so hard. What kind of mother isn't a mother if she doesn't breastfeed?" My girlfriend fell silent. She had taken medication to suppress lactation to maintain her figure, and our daughter was formula-fed. Our daughter smiled as she nursed at her mother's breast; her mother's milk was still plentiful, and our daughter even choked. My mother said to my girlfriend, "Come live with my son! He has two mothers, a bride and an old mother." At this moment, all four of us laughed. (The End)

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