The incestuous relationship with my mother

My
family consists of three people: my mother is 42 years old, and I am 20 years old.

I've been hopelessly in love with my mother for three years now. I see her as a living, breathing, alluring, mature woman, not just a mother
. It all started when I was in my first year of high school. One day during PE class, the girls were practicing high jump. Our PE teacher happened to be sick, so a
female teacher in her thirties from the senior year substituted. She demonstrated for the girls first, and I noticed that her well-proportioned and athletic figure, her full breasts bouncing as she ran and jumped, was incredibly
attractive. Her legs were also long and white, very beautiful and sexy. This scene left a deep impression on me, so much so that I couldn't stop thinking about it even after I got home. When my mother
opened the door to my room, I was shocked to find that she was not only more beautiful than the teacher but also more feminine. Her breasts and long legs were incredibly sexy. From that moment
on, I fell in love with my mother.

For the next few months, I was tormented by this unrequited love, unable to eat or sleep. I would often stare at my mother for hours on end, and
when no one was home, I would take out her clothes and masturbate. Unfortunately, my mother loved me very much and often had physical contact with me, which I found incredibly difficult to endure, pushing me to the brink of collapse.

Finally, I couldn't resist anymore. My dad happened to be away on a business trip for a day, and driven by a crazy impulse
, I went to the pharmacy and bought some sleeping pills. That night, I deliberately asked my mom to cook a few extra dishes and bought a bottle of wine for us to drink together. I put the pills in her wine. Not long after dinner, my mom said she was very sleepy and
went to bed early. I patiently waited for half an hour, figuring she was sound asleep, then locked the front door, turned off the lights, and went to her room.

I was both terrified and excited. Desire overcame reason. I got into bed and carefully undressed my mother. I
kissed her lips very, very gently, my heart pounding, afraid she would suddenly wake up. But she didn't. I also caressed her breasts and thighs;
it was my first time touching a woman's body. I gently kissed her genitals and touched her vaginal opening with my tongue. Throughout the whole process, I was both excited
and afraid. I loved my mother's legs, so I kissed almost her entire lower body, especially licking her feet for a long time. Seeing that
she didn't wake up even after I licked her feet, I figured she was in a very deep sleep, so I undressed and pressed myself against her. The feeling of being in full contact with my mother
was incredibly warm. My penis immediately touched her vaginal opening; the soft, slightly warm sensation there made me almost ejaculate.
I quickly lifted myself up and ejaculated onto my mother's belly. Perhaps due to excessive tension, I felt extremely tired, and my penis could no longer get hard. Therefore, that night I touched
my mother's body but did not actually have sex with her.

I deeply regretted losing this opportunity, because I never had another chance like it for the next three years. My father never went on another business trip, and I didn't dare to take that kind of
risk.

About a month ago, I went to a forum for incest victims. One person said he had slept with my mother, it started with rape, and he kept encouraging me to rape my mother. I was
swayed by him. It was a little after 5 a.m. on a Saturday, and I was so aroused that I decided to take advantage of the fact that my father went hiking every Saturday morning and my mother was home alone
.

It was just barely dawn. I sat in front of the computer for another hour or so until finally my dad got up. He quickly ate some milk and bread and left. Hearing him close
his bedroom door, I was overwhelmed with emotion. I immediately shut down the computer, took off my clothes in my room, and while doing so, encouraged myself: no matter
what the outcome today might be, even if it meant death, I had to make love to my mom first, to have her.

I approached my mother's bedside and saw her sleeping soundly on her side, turned inwards. In the morning light, her profile was incredibly beautiful. Carefully and nervously, I
gently climbed into bed and lay down next to her. My heart was pounding uncontrollably.

It was summer, and Mom was only wearing a loose, somewhat see-through nightgown, through which I could vaguely see she was only wearing underwear. I carefully lifted
the hem of her dress, revealing her snow-white, full buttocks. I reached down and pulled her white underwear down to her ankles without her noticing.
Just as I was secretly relieved, Mom suddenly turned over. I was stunned, as if struck by lightning. Time seemed to stand still. I saw Mom's eyelashes tremble
, tremble. Finally, my worst fear came true: Mom slowly opened her beautiful eyes.

That moment seemed to last a thousand years.

Looking into my mother's familiar, beautiful eyes, I truly didn't know what to do. I felt a profound fear within me. I knew I was facing
the most important decision of my life, and I didn't know which way to go, even though I had made up my mind beforehand. At that moment, I clearly saw
a look of confusion flash in my mother's eyes, and her sexy red lips parted slightly, about to utter the syllable "you." If I had been hesitant and uncertain before, then
this small movement from my mother prompted me to make my final decision. I knew the consequences if my mother cried out. I acted quickly.

Before my mother could utter a sound, my lips sealed hers. I decisively pressed down on top of her, using my feet to spread her legs. My mother stared wide-eyed,
stunned for a full minute, then terror filled her eyes. She twisted her body, flailing her arms, desperately trying to break free of my control,
making muffled sounds. At that moment, I couldn't care less about anything else; I only desperately wanted to merge with my mother's warm body.

The unprecedented thrill and fear brought my desires to their peak, and I anxiously searched for a way to release them.

My mother struggled more and more frantically, her breathing becoming increasingly rapid. My lips brushed against her cheek, feeling two streams of salty tears streaming down her
face. I couldn't help but sit up, looking at her. Her eyes were slightly closed, and the sight of tears at the corners of her eyes filled me with both pity and love, almost making me abandon any further
thoughts of assaulting her. Just as I was caught in this internal struggle, I suddenly felt as if I had entered a warm, moist new world, a feeling so comforting it made me want to cry.
My mother, however, seemed to have been struck by lightning, stunned and frozen in place, her eyes wide open, staring at me in disbelief, her body instantly stiff.

I instinctively began to thrust. Although this was my first experience, I had already learned how to do it from books and movies. My chest overflowed with happiness and
joy. At that moment, I completely forgot where I was, only knowing that I was floating in a paradise of pleasure. I couldn't control my pleasure at all, and in the
ecstasy of my ejaculation, I tasted an unprecedented climax. I lay limply on top of my mother. My mother seemed too lazy to push me away, so I lay there quietly
. After a while, I felt my mother's chest rise and fall, and then I heard a low, suppressed sob. My mother was crying.

I felt guilty and flustered. I hurriedly sat up and saw that my mother's face was already covered in tears. I panicked and wanted to comfort her, but I didn't know what to say.
I just timidly called out, "Mom, Mom."

My mother turned her face away and ignored me, her body trembling even more violently from crying.

I really didn't know what to do, and a wave of regret washed over me. I felt embarrassed to find myself still on top of my mother, and feeling rather bored, I
sheepishly got off and lay down to the side.

My mother turned her body to the side on the bed, her shoulders shaking violently as she wept silently. I reached out to gently touch her shoulder, but she turned away. I
reached out again, and she dodged again. I simply pressed my entire body against hers and pulled her into my arms. She struggled slightly, but realizing my determination, she
stopped moving.

I felt a mix of regret and pity, but I found my desire rising again; my penis was hard again, pressing against my mother's buttocks. My mother must
have noticed the change in my body, and consciously moved her body forward to avoid me. I thought that since we'd already done it once, doing it again wouldn't make a difference, so I turned my mother's
body around and pressed myself against her again.

My mother panicked, clenching her fists and punching and hitting me. Ignoring her resistance and struggle, I used my legs to spread her tightly closed legs and
entered her body once again.

I kissed my mother haphazardly as I thrust into her. Each thrust elicited a soft moan from her, and each powerful stroke made her
full, white breasts bounce. Every friction between our bodies filled me with intense pleasure; I felt her body growing increasingly wet, making penetration
easier and easier. Unaware of the importance of pausing before continuing, I thrust relentlessly until I reached the pinnacle of pleasure.

After the intense ejaculation, I was shocked to find my mother still breathing heavily with her eyes slightly closed, her mons pubis still arched upwards, trying to get closer to my
body. My mother's face was flushed and slightly sweaty. I knelt between my mother's legs, quietly gazing at her beautiful face.

The unusual silence in the room brought my mother back to her senses. She opened her eyes and saw me still staring blankly at her. Realizing her own actions, she felt both
ashamed and remorseful, and kicked me hard. Completely unprepared, I was kicked squarely in the chest, and I cried out as I fell off the bed to the floor. My mother, probably also
surprised that she had kicked me, saw my pained expression, and concernedly sat up, looking at me, instinctively reaching out to help me up. Then, realizing she was
still naked, and thinking of everything I had done to her and her own behavior, she gave me a resentful look, turned back and collapsed onto the pillow, burying her head deeply
, her shoulders trembling as she wept silently.

I struggled to sit up and went to the edge of the bed, trying to comfort my mother. But as soon as my hand touched her skin, she twisted her shoulders violently and
said in a hoarse voice, "Go away, I don't want to see you, go away, go away."

I tried several times, but my mother still did the same thing, so I had no choice but to go back to my room.

All morning, Mom stayed in her bedroom. When Dad came home, he saw Mom sleeping with her head turned inwards and hadn't gotten up yet, so he asked me what was wrong.
I glanced at Mom's sideways figure and deliberately raised my voice a little, saying, "Mom said she's not feeling well, her head is a bit dizzy, and she asked us not to disturb her;
she wants to rest more."

My careless father didn't notice anything unusual about my mother and me, and even told me to speak more quietly.

To make up for my guilt towards my mother, I cooked several of her favorite dishes that noon and brought the food to her bedside. I whispered to her
, "Mom, it's time to eat." When she didn't respond, I whispered again, "Mom, I'm sorry. I've really fallen in love with you. It's all my fault. Please eat something."
She still didn't respond. Then my father urged me to eat, and to avoid arousing his suspicion, I had no choice but to say to my mother, "Mom, I have to go out now. I'm sorry, please
punish me later."

After lunch, Dad spent the entire afternoon reading in his study. I kept trying to find a chance to talk to Mom, but I didn't get the chance. The only thing that comforted me was that Mom
ate all her food.

When it was time to cook dinner, Dad told me he was going to a wedding banquet that night and that I shouldn't cook for him. He also specifically told me to take good care of Mom
.

Dad left around 4 o'clock, and I went into Mom's room again. Mom was still lying in bed. I went over to her and sat down on the edge of the bed.

【over】

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