Mother Oedipus Diary

Oedipus Diary

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That day, I had dinner with classmates, so it was past midnight when I got home.

Afraid of waking my mother, I tried to keep my voice down as I entered.

Passing by her room, I gently pushed the half-closed door open a crack and found her still awake, engrossed in a book on the edge of the bed with the bedside lamp on. She had her back to the door, so she didn't notice me. I quietly went back to my room.

Back in my room, I habitually opened my locked secret drawer.

"Ah!" I discovered that the things in my drawer had been moved. For a long time, I knew exactly where everything I put inside was.

Now, not only were the positions different, but something seemed to be missing. I immediately checked—oh no… my diary… was gone. My

so-called secret drawer was just a large wooden box where I kept my personal belongings since I was little. In junior high, it held comic books, but after I started reading pornographic books in junior high, I locked it and made a pact with my mother that she couldn't look at my private collection.

Over the years, I constantly changed the contents of my collection. After high school, I accidentally saw my mother changing clothes, and from then on

, I became obsessed with her body. Besides collecting a considerable number of incestuous novels, books, videotapes, DVDs, and my mother's sexy panties, I also wrote my sexual fantasies about her in my diary. At first, I was furious and wanted to rush into my mother's room to confront her about breaking her promise. However, after calming down, I thought that since things had already come to this point, any reaction from me would only make our relationship more awkward. I decided to pretend I didn't know and observe my mother's reaction first.

So I left my room and tiptoed to my mother's door. The light shining through the crack in the door showed that she was still reading, probably my diary filled with sexual confessions about my mother. I quietly walked to the living room, opened and closed the front door, letting it make a sound to indicate that I was back.
Just as I slammed the door shut, I noticed that the light in my mother's room suddenly went out. I was even more certain that Mom was secretly reading my diary, so I deliberately went to her room, pushed open the door, and softly called out,

"Mom..."

Mom was pretending to be asleep and didn't respond. I thought to myself, the diary is probably still hidden under the blanket.
I quietly went back to my room to get a change of clothes and went to the bathroom to shower. I usually shower for about twenty minutes, but actually, I didn't shower; I wanted to give Mom time to put the diary back. I guessed she was probably worried that I would find the diary missing after showering, and if we waited until tomorrow, it might be too late.

I turned on the tap to make the sound of running water and deliberately hummed a song to indicate that I was showering, but actually, I was observing Mom's actions in her room through the crack in the bathroom door. A little while later, sure enough, Mom tiptoed out of her room, carrying my diary. After she came out of my room and went back to her own, I left the bathroom and went back to my room. The first thing I did, of course, was to open the hidden drawer to check. Sure enough, it was back, obviously put in a hurry, and it was even upside down.

I didn't sleep much that night, my mind racing, trying to figure out how to handle this. It was obvious Mom would pretend nothing had happened, and although I hadn't written in my Oedipus diary every day, it had grown quite thick over the years. Especially after starting university, my infatuation with Mom's mature body had reached an uncontrollable level. So, the diary was filled with how I secretly admired her from behind, how I adored her full breasts and high buttocks, even peeping at her showering, changing clothes, and masturbating with her panties.

I figured she might not have finished reading, so I made a hypothesis: she might come back to get it while I wasn't looking.
To confirm this, I placed a hair on the spine of the diary and locked the drawer. If the hair wasn't there the next day, it meant she had touched it again. Only after everything was arranged did I finally fall asleep. But before drifting off to sleep, I came up with another daring plan.

The next day, as usual, Mom woke me up. Nothing seemed amiss, except that she clearly hadn't slept all night; her eyes were bloodshot, and she kept yawning. After washing up, I went to school.

I'm an only child; my father passed away when I was young. Mom took over his clothing business at twenty-five. Although she had no shortage of suitors over the past decade, she probably didn't remarry, perhaps because she was afraid I wouldn't like them. Perhaps due to her long-term management role and the need to socialize, Mom has always taken excellent care of herself; she doesn't look almost forty at all.

Maybe because I never had any sisters growing up, I'm very dependent on my mother, but I never expected it would turn into a mother complex.

Because of yesterday's events, I couldn't concentrate on class all day. In the afternoon, as usual, I called Mom's company, but they said she wasn't there. I guess she wanted to finish reading her diary yesterday, so she didn't go to work.

In the evening, when I got home, Mom was cooking.

"Mom, are you alright? Why didn't you go to the company today?"

"Oh... Mom... I'm not feeling well today... so..." Mom seemed a little uneasy.
After showering, I couldn't wait to go back to my room and open the hidden drawer. Sure enough, the hair on the spine of the book had fallen out; Mom had indeed come to get it again. Besides that, I also discovered something else: the panties I kept from Mom suddenly became shiny and were neatly folded into a stack. I picked them up and looked at them; they were still slightly warm, as if they had just been taken out of the dryer.

"How come..." Mom had obviously washed all those panties and unconsciously folded them neatly using a woman's instinct.

Could it be... that she didn't object to me using her panties for masturbation, and it even seemed to imply tacit approval?

So I made up my mind and officially began my plan. That night, I wrote in my diary:

"Mom, I don't know why, but I couldn't concentrate on class today. I kept thinking about you. I'm going crazy. I want to possess you. Give them to me! Mom, I want you." After writing that, I put a hair on top and locked it again.

The next day, I deliberately woke up earlier than my mother, then let my erect penis protrude from my underwear before covering it with the sheet. A little while later, Mom got up too, and as usual, she lifted the blanket to wake me. I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep, hearing Mom walk towards me step by step, and sure enough, she yanked off the sheet. I closed my eyes, imagining her expression. Time ticked by, and Mom didn't make any further movement. Five minutes passed, and I finally couldn't resist opening my eyes to peek. I found Mom staring blankly at my penis, as if possessed.

I thought, "Success!" But this couldn't go on forever, so I deliberately rolled over. Only then did Mom, as if waking from a deep sleep, hurriedly cover herself with the sheet.

"Xiao...Xiao Jun...wake up." Mom's voice was as soft as a mosquito's buzz. I couldn't help but chuckle inwardly; how could she wake someone like that?

Finally, I pretended to be sleepy and rolled over to wake up.

"Mom...good morning!"

"...Good...time...to get up." She seemed still not quite awake.

I deliberately tried to pull back the sheet, and when my mother saw this, she hurriedly turned around, looking very awkward. I also felt it was a bit cruel to tease my beloved mother like this, so I quickly put my clothes back on.
(II)

That evening, I made an excuse to not come back until after eight o'clock, so as to give my mother some time to read my diary.
When I got back, my mother was taking a shower. I quickly went back to my room and opened the hidden drawer. Sure enough, my mother had read my new confession.
Then I noticed a style of panty I'd never seen before among them. My heart pounded. I picked it up and looked closely—wow…it was a pair of almost completely transparent black mesh panties! Could it be…a gift from Mom? I was so excited I almost jumped for joy.

Mom not only condoned my actions but actually sponsored them—it was unbelievably absurd. I calmed down and looked carefully again to see if Mom had left any other clues. Later, I found a note tucked inside the cover of the diary:

"Xiao Jun, Mom is conflicted. I hope you see this note, but I don't want you to see it too soon. Sigh…forgive Mom for not intentionally reading your diary. You've always refused to tell Mom if you have a girlfriend. I wanted to find something like love letters or photos in your room, but…sigh! Mom was really shocked after reading your diary. I never imagined that you'd refused to have a girlfriend because you secretly loved Mom. Xiao Jun, Mom isn't old-fashioned. I've been a widow for so many years and never remarried. Besides wanting to take care of you wholeheartedly, Mom also had a selfish reason: she wanted to keep you with her forever." Bian, you said in your diary that you have an Oedipus complex, but doesn't Mom also have an Oedipus complex? Mom's heart is in turmoil, Xiaojun. If you see this letter, please pretend you don't know for now, okay? Mom isn't mentally prepared yet. Sweet dreams! (PS: I'm so happy you like Mom's underwear. Don't feel guilty or think there's something wrong with you. I think all men like women's underwear. The ones you collected are all old. Mom is giving you a newer pair, only worn once. I hope you like it.)"

After reading Mom's response, my excitement was beyond words.

When I left the room, Mom hadn't finished showering.

"Mom, are you done? I'm going to shower!"

"Yes, yes!" Mom said as she walked out of the bathroom. The clothes she was wearing almost made me unable to look away.
It turned out that Mom was only wearing a thin vest and a pair of white briefs, and with the wet droplets on her body, she was almost transparent. Two nipples were clearly visible through the thin shirt, and the dark pubic hair was showing through the wetness at the base of her legs. This was the first time I'd ever seen her dressed like this.

"Xiao Jun... don't look..."

Mom's face was flushed, I didn't know if it was from embarrassment, the lingering heat from her shower, or both! I gave Mom a knowing smile before I went into the bathroom. Mom was already starting to adjust herself.
As I took off my clothes and was about to throw them into the laundry basket, I suddenly saw a pair of apple-green lace panties lying conspicuously on top. They were so obvious that I could see a puddle of milky-white, sticky substance in the middle of the fabric without even looking down. To determine if it was detergent, I picked it up and smelled it. A faint fishy smell wafted up. I realized Mom must have masturbated before I came back.

That puddle was what they called vaginal fluid. And it seemed Mom deliberately showed it to me, making me completely certain that the change in our mother-son relationship was already imminent; it was just a matter of who would shoot the arrow first.

Back in my room, I took out my diary again, wanting to leave a few more words for Mom, but found another note tucked inside. It read:

"Xiaojun, Mom wants to borrow the top-of-the-line videotape from you. Put it in the VCR, and I'll come out to watch it at midnight. But you have to promise me you won't come out; you can take it back tomorrow morning."
I looked at the videotape on the top shelf; it had a bunch of incomprehensible Japanese writing on it, the only clear thing being the title: "Mother-Son Incest."

I thought this was Mom's second step in her plan, wanting to understand what other people's mother-son incest was like.
As soon as midnight struck, I saw the TV in the living room turn on; Mom came out to watch. I thought I should do as she said and not disturb her.

But I couldn't resist sneaking open the door and peeking in. I saw my mother without a bra, just wearing a white panty, leaning against the sofa, her breasts prominent, intently watching the TV screen.

After a while, I went back to my room to sleep. I don't know how long I slept, but when I woke up it was past three o'clock, and the lights on the living room TV were off.

I went to the bathroom and couldn't resist going into my mother's room.

Wow! My mother was lying naked on the bed, her panties pulled down to her knees, a thick clump of black pubic hair sticking wetly to her thighs.

I hadn't expected this videotape to have such an effect. Faced with my mother's beautiful body, I was uncontrollably aroused, and my penis was erect. My mind raced, trying to figure out what to do. Now that I've done it to Mom, I'm sure she won't say anything. I stood by the bed for a long time, thinking, watching Mom's breasts rise and fall with her breath. I couldn't help but reach out and gently stroke her nipples

. "Mmm..." Mom murmured softly, but didn't wake up. I became bolder and placed my entire palm on Mom's breasts, kneading and stroking them up and down.

"Mmm...mmm..." Mom just kept making soft moans of pleasure, still not opening her eyes.
I thought to myself, maybe I acted too soon; Mom's defenses weren't completely down yet. But since Mom was pretending, I might as well caress her to my heart's content!

So I became even more unrestrained in my caresses, kneading her breasts with one hand while stroking her pubic hair with the other.

"Mmm...ah...mmm...mmm...ah..." Mom's voice became more and more lewd, almost making me unable to control myself and lift her legs to thrust my penis hard into Mom's vagina.

"Ah...ah...no...no...ah..." As I inserted my fingers into my mother's vagina, she moaned like a babbling madman, but refused to open her eyes.

Okay, I changed my approach, pulling down her panties and spreading her legs. Since the light was too dim to see clearly, I simply turned on the main light. Wow! My mother's labia were slowly dripping with vaginal fluid. I climbed onto the bed and pressed my face against her vulva, using my tongue to pry open the slit and licking her clitoris repeatedly.

"Ah...ah...ah...good...good..." My mother finally couldn't help but say "good." So I worked even harder with my tongue, reaching up with both hands to tightly grasp and knead her breasts.

Ten minutes later, my mother's body suddenly stiffened, her buttocks lifted up, then dropped hard—she had climaxed. My mother had reached orgasm. Afterward, her vagina trembled continuously, each tremor releasing a gush of vaginal fluid, and soon the entire sheet was soaked.

Mom was satisfied, but I was in trouble; a burning desire still hadn't subsided. Finally, I reluctantly kissed her lips and went back to my room to sleep.

I was awakened by a series of caresses. I checked my watch; it was seven in the morning. Looking down, I saw Mom sitting by the bed, one of her hands holding my penis.

"Xiao Jun…no…don't wake up…you…you're still dreaming, understand? You're having a sweet dream." I understood what Mom meant, so I closed my eyes again, letting her do as she pleased.

(III)

What a beautiful weekend morning!

Mom kept stroking my penis with her hand, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, teasing me until I almost couldn't resist picking her up and having sex with her.

After a while, I secretly opened my eyes and saw Mom had closed them, looking blissfully intoxicated. Then she rubbed her cheek against my penis, and finally, I saw her slowly stick out her tongue and begin licking the glans, then open her mouth and take my entire penis into her mouth.

Wow! What a comfortable feeling! Mom's mouth was like a suction cup, sucking up and down.

"Suck...suck..." The sucking sounds kept coming from my mother's mouth.

After a while, she took my testicles into her mouth and sucked them in and out from the left and right. After a few minutes, I couldn't hold back anymore. While my mother was sucking my penis again, I ejaculated into her mouth.

I heard a gulp, and Mom swallowed it. She then licked the area around my penis clean before turning and leaving.

When I got up, I found the diary open on my desk. On a new page, Mom had written:
"Yesterday's videotape was really good, but that mother and son were so foolish in the end. Nobody knew, so why did they commit suicide? Talking about ethics and morality is just self-deception. Don't you think so? If I were that mother, I would change my name and take my beloved son and run away to a place where nobody knows me!" "

Mom's going to work. Come back early at noon. Mom has a birthday present for you."

It seems Mom's thinking is even more open-minded than mine; she's already thought of a backup plan, so I don't need to worry about anything.
But what exactly is Mom keeping in suspense? What present is she going to give me? I couldn't figure it out

noon. I finally made it to noon and rushed home.

When I entered, I saw Mom's high heels; she had come home early.

As I passed my mother's room, I saw a note on the door that read, "Xiao Jun, come in, the gift is in the room."

I pushed open the door and was startled to see a woman reclining inside, wearing bikini-style lingerie, looking at me with seductive eyes. For a moment, I thought my mother had found me a woman, but upon closer inspection, this shapely beauty was none other than my mother.

My mother had put on makeup and styled her hair.

"Xiao Jun, don't you recognize your mother?"

"No... Mom... you... are so beautiful... so beautiful..." I stammered.

"Xiao Jun, come here to Mom."

"Mom..."

"Xiao Jun, do you like this lingerie set? I bought it specially this morning!"

"Mom, I like it. I like anything Mom wears."

"Heh... you little devil... tell me... do you want Mom?"

"Want... want Mom what?" I didn't understand at first.

"Oh! Still pretending, bullying Mom." My mother pouted like a little girl and started acting coquettishly.
"Mom, I really don't know! What gift are you going to give me?" I decided to tease her.
"Okay! You... do you want... Mom's... body?" Mom was getting bolder and bolder.

"Yes, I want it so badly."

"Then... what are you waiting for? Hurry up and... open your gift!" Mom said coquettishly again.
"Gift... gift? Where is it, Mom?"

"Silly, Mom is... is... your gift."

I couldn't hold back anymore and rushed forward to hug Mom tightly, kissing her lips.

"Mmm..." Mom immediately put her tongue into my mouth and swirled it around.

My hands weren't idle either, kneading Mom's breasts through her semi-transparent bright red bra.

"Mmm... mmm..." This kiss lasted for almost five minutes before I pulled away from Mom's lips.

"Xiao Jun... come... Mom wants you... to hug me..." Mom took the initiative to hug me tightly and kissed my entire face.

I reached into Mom's panties, which were only tied with a ribbon, and stroked her pubic hair.

"Xiao Jun, come...smell this." Mom knelt up, wanting me to smell her genitals.

"Wow...smells so good..." A faint fragrance wafted in.

"Mom sprayed perfume especially for you!"

I then pushed Mom down again, lifted her legs, bit open the silk string of her panties, and the panties fell to one side, exposing Mom's entire vulva. I took it into my mouth and continued to lick her labia and clitoris using the method that made her climax last night, then inserted it into her vagina and thrust.

"Ah...ah...so good...Xiao Jun...your tongue...so good...ah..." Mom started moaning again in pleasure.

"...Hmm...ah...Xiao Jun...my little husband...Mom...so good...faster...Mom wants...faster..." Mom was already somewhat lost in the moment.

I couldn't help but take off my clothes, and when I finally took off my underwear, my penis sprang out.
"Ah...Jun...so thick...yesterday...it didn't seem this big..."

"Does Mom like it?" I guided it closer to Mom's vulva.

"I like it... Mom likes it... Come on... Put it in... Put it in the little hole you've been fantasizing about for so many years..." My

long-held fantasy had finally come true, and my excitement had reached my penis.

I gently rubbed the head of my penis back and forth against my mother's overflowing vagina.

"Good son... Stop teasing Mom... Put it in... Put it in quickly..."

I took a deep breath and suppressed my lust. Ignoring my mother's words, I continued to rub against the entrance of her vagina.
"Xiao Jun... My dear son... Good son... No... Good husband... Mom can't take it anymore... Put it in... From now on... Mom will let you put it in every day... Okay?..."

"Mom, you said it yourself! You can't back out!"

"Yes... Mom wanted it herself... I like to let my son put it in... From now on... I'll let you... put it in every day..."

"Mom, don't say 'put it in,' say 'fuck,' it's more exciting."

"Okay... Fuck... Hurry up... Fuck Mom... Mom will let Xiao Jun... my dear son fuck me..."

Seeing that it was almost time, I stopped teasing her.

With a "plop," my entire penis was inserted into my mother's vagina.

"Ah...it hurts...it hurts...be gentle...slow down...don't move...good son...Mom hasn't been penetrated...hasn't done it in over ten years, it's so tight inside...you have to be gentle..."

So I held back, leaving my penis still inside Mom's vagina, then lifted her upper body and sucked on her breasts. Mom's breasts seemed quite sensitive; even a light touch would cause her whole body to tremble. After a while...

"Jun...we can do it now...Mom's so wet...so itchy...let's do it..."

So I lifted Mom's legs onto my shoulders and began thrusting. So beautiful, so wonderful, Mom's body was truly a masterpiece.

"Ah...ah ah...so wonderful...dear son...Mom is so beautiful...so beautiful...you're making Mom feel so good...Mom regrets...not reading...your diary...otherwise...I would have already...done it with you..."
"Sizzle...sizzle...sizzle..." With my vigorous thrusting, the lustful fluids inside Mom's vagina and Mom's moans created a captivating sound.

"Mmm...mmm...ah...Xiao Jun...son...dear husband...Mom is yours now...you're so good...the feeling of incest is so exciting...Xiao Jun...what do you think...ah ah...doing it with your own mother...how does it feel...beautiful...is it beautiful..."

"Mom...son feels so good...doing it with your own mother...so wonderful...how do you feel...being penetrated by your own son...with his penis...the place that gave birth to him

...?" "Good...beautiful...the beauty of flying to heaven...so exciting...ah...faster...do it again...Mom has lived for over ten years in vain...ah...husband...dear husband...Mom wants to marry you...okay...okay...ah...every day...I want you...doing it with my pussy...okay..."

"Mom...I don't want to...I don't want you to marry me...we'll always be mother and son...mother and son committing incest...son doing it with mother...this feeling...is so good..."

"Ah...yes...yes...I don't want to marry...you...don't call you husband...I want to call you my own son...my own son fucking my own mother...oh...that's great...fuck me...son...my precious son...you're fucking me...I'm dying...I can't take it anymore...it's too exciting...hurry...rush...I'm coming...hurry...come out with me...ah...ah..."

Mom let out a long cry, her body tensed up, and I immediately relaxed and ejaculated at the same time, shooting all of it deep into Mom's vagina.

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