What can I do with a son like this?

I was born into a happy family. I was the only boy in my generation, so I was very much loved. My father was a railway engineer, and my mother was a nurse. My mother was just twenty when I was born

, and time flew by. In the blink of an eye, it was 2002, and I was sixteen, a freshman in high school. Perhaps because I was pampered by my family from a young age, I matured late. It wasn't until high school that I began to yearn for things between men and women. I developed a strong interest in women's bodies and started going to video arcades and renting pornographic books, secretly flipping through them.

I had a crush on a pretty girl in my class, and she seemed to like me too. Although we were often together, we never even held hands. One night, I dreamed that we were naked together, doing *that*, and then I felt a tingling sensation all over my body. I woke up with a start and found my underwear wet and sticky. I knew this was what physiology books called nocturnal emission, but the pleasure I had never experienced before was just too good.

I learned to masturbate, but the loneliness, isolation, and guilt that followed made me very uncomfortable. I only did it when I couldn't resist. However, my desire for a woman's body led me to constantly seek out various erotic books to add color to my masturbation.

One day, I bought a novel about incest between a mother and son at a bookstall. When I read the lewd scenes between the mother and son, I couldn't help but put my hand inside my underwear and masturbate with my erect penis.

That evening, after my mother came out of the shower, I was still thinking about the lewd scenes between the mother and son described in the book. I stared blankly at my mother's beautiful face after her bath and her slender body wrapped in her nightgown, fantasizing about lying in bed with her.

Although my mother was 36 years old, because she worked dispensing medicine at the hospital pharmacy, her job was easy and she took good care of herself, she looked like she was only about 30 years old. She had the delicate, fair skin and petite figure characteristic of Suzhou beauties.

"What are you looking at? Go do your homework." Mom was a little embarrassed by my stare, her cheeks flushing a beautiful red.

"Mom, you're so pretty! If we went out together, people would think you were my older sister!" I snapped out of my reverie and tried to sound joking.

"Silly boy, don't talk nonsense with your mother. Go do your homework."

Because Dad was always away on business, it was mostly just my mom and me at home, so I was usually very casual with Mom. But this was the first time I'd said something like this to her.

Mom probably sensed something different in my eyes, and she shyly tightened her clothes. "Go study, don't fool around here." Lying in bed, I recalled the descriptions of incestuous mother-son relationships in books, thought of Mom's beautiful face, and fantasized about lying in bed with her, ejaculating a thick stream of semen.

From then on, I lost all interest in the girls in my class. I only fantasized about being with Mom every day. I never expected that the opportunity would come to me so soon. That day, my mother held a class reunion at home. Several of her friends came over. When they saw me, I tried my best to act obedient. They all praised my mother for having such a handsome and tall son, and envied her good fortune—having a good husband and such a sensible son. In the end, they all got a little drunk, so they had to sleep at home.

My mother and I had to squeeze onto my single bed. At first, my mother and I slept with our feet together, but how could I fall asleep? Hearing that they were all fast asleep, I quietly squeezed behind her and gently hugged my mother's soft body. In her sleep, my mother moved closer to me, and her soft buttocks pressed tightly against my erect penis.

Holding my mother, whom I had longed for day and night, and smelling the alluring fragrance emanating from her body, my penis throbbed painfully. I couldn't help but gently caress my mother's voluptuous body through her clothes, and finally, I lost my mind and lifted her nightgown, caressing her full, soft buttocks. I rubbed my penis against her buttocks, and accidentally it slipped between her legs, pressing directly against her warm, soft vulva.

My mother's soft body stiffened instantly, her breathing stopped, and her tense legs clamped tightly around my penis. My hand was still holding her heavy breasts, and I was so frightened my heart stopped beating.

My mother silently moved forward, her tender, smooth skin giving my penis intense pleasure. I couldn't help but thrust forward, still pressing against her vulva. I lost my mind, gripping her breasts tightly, my lower body pressed firmly against her buttocks, rapidly thrusting my penis in and out. My mother twisted her full buttocks, trying to get away from me, but this only gave me greater stimulation. A tingling sensation ran down my back, and I ejaculated a large amount of semen between her legs. My mother stopped struggling, letting my throbbing penis spray semen between her legs.

When I calmed down, my mother gently pushed away my hand that was holding her breasts, quietly went to the bathroom, and when she returned, she lay down to sleep with my feet together.

When I woke up in the morning, all her friends had left. I looked at her face with worry and found that Mom was the same as usual, as if nothing had happened last night. I almost wondered if I was dreaming, but when I saw Mom's underwear covered in milky white mucus in the dirty clothes in the washing machine, I knew that I had indeed done that with Mom last night.

I was careful in my interactions with Mom, but her behavior puzzled me. She hadn't changed at all. Gradually, I forgot about that night, but my desire for Mom's body grew stronger with time. I, who used to be among the top students in my class, had plummeted to below twentieth place in the midterm exams—the worst result I had ever had. Dad was furious. I wanted to study hard, but I just couldn't. Every day, Mom's beautiful face, sweet smile, and voluptuous body kept flashing through my mind.

By the end of the semester, my grades had dropped by more than ten places. Dad and Mom urged me to study every day. Anxiety appeared in her eyes, and her temper worsened. I was in so much pain that I was almost going crazy.

Summer vacation began, and my parents enrolled me in several tutoring classes. But on the day of the exam, I still fell behind… My mother finally lost her temper and yelled at me. I felt hopeless. “Mom, I really want to study, but I just can’t concentrate…”

I cried out to her, and she froze. I turned and ran back to my room.

After dinner, my mother sat blankly in the living room. “Mom, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have yelled at you. I’ll study hard.”

“Oh, you’re not a child anymore, you should be more sensible,” my mother replied casually.

Although her face was a little pale, she still looked so beautiful, with her graceful, long neck and fair skin. My resolve crumbled again.

“Whatever, study whatever you can,” my mother said, standing up and slowly walking back to her and my father’s room.

Lying in bed, I pulled out the novel that had driven me to despair and angrily tore it apart. But halfway through, I couldn't resist flipping through a few more pages. My desire for my mother's body overwhelmed all reason. I rushed to my mother's room, but thinking of her doting love for me, I hesitated. Back in my own room, I picked up my books to study, but the image of that mother and son's lewd affair kept replaying in my mind.

If this continued, I would truly go mad. I went to her room again, gently pushed open the door, and saw my mother lying on the bed with her back to me. Her beautiful curves... even if it was just for a moment, I would have loved her. I quietly approached her bedside. My mother seemed to be fast asleep. I lay down behind her, just like that night.

After a while, I reached out a trembling hand and gently stroked my mother's soft body. Her body trembled slightly, and I hugged her tightly, ignoring everything. "Mom, I love you so much. I know this is wrong, but I just can't forget you. I can't take it anymore. I'm going crazy."

My mother lay there silently. I reached into her bosom and caressed my mother's smooth, full breasts. Her soft body tensed up instantly. I frantically pulled off my own underwear and then hers, thrusting my throbbing penis wildly between her legs. My mother curled up forward, her legs slightly apart, and my penis slid into a warm, moist cavity. I barely lasted a dozen seconds before groaning and ejaculating inside her vagina.

I didn't pull out my penis, but continued thrusting, and quickly ejaculated a second time. My mother leaned forward, and my limp penis slipped out of her body. She pulled up the thin blanket to cover her bare buttocks. My restless emotions vanished instantly, and I nestled in her arms, immediately drifting into a sweet sleep. When I woke up in the morning, my mother was no longer beside me. Seeing the white smudges on my penis, I realized that I had indeed done that with my mother the night before. I nervously slipped back to my room, got dressed, and came out to find my mother unchanged, her expression normal as always, which reassured me.

That evening, when I went to my mother's room again, the door was locked from the inside. I had no choice but to return to my room dejectedly. Because my sexual desire had been slightly relieved, my grades quickly caught up. I tried to push her door almost every day, but to no avail, and I was about to give up.

But one day, about two weeks later, after taking a shower, my mother appeared before me wearing a thin nightgown. Her large, bouncing breasts and fair, slender legs were incredibly alluring. That night, when I went to her room, the door was indeed unlocked.

When I lay down behind her, she pretended to be asleep, almost exactly the same as before. I finished in less than two minutes, but this time she didn't let me sleep next to her. She gently pushed me away, and her attempt to cling to her was seen through. Although her movements were light, they were firm and unyielding. I had no choice but to return to my room, filled with regret.

Although I had been with my mother four times in total, I had never truly seen her body or experienced any unusual pleasure. It was merely a release of pent-up passion. I secretly resolved that next time I would definitely see her body clearly and slowly savor that ecstatic pleasure. But when I received her favor again, I was flustered and at a loss, ejaculating prematurely, and then my mother kicked me out of her room.

In my second year of high school, my grades caught up to the top of the class, and my parents were very happy. When my father praised me, her face flushed slightly, and I was also very happy; I hadn't let my mother down. Finally, my father went on a business trip. My mother read my desire in my gaze, blushed, washed herself clean, and went to bed early.

I suppressed my strong desire and masturbated in my own room before going to her room.

Gently pushing open the door, my mother was still lying on her side with her back to the door, just like before. I didn't immediately climb onto the bed as I used to; I first admired my mother's beautiful back before slowly approaching her from behind. Although I had been having sex with my mother for more than half a year, I had never looked at her body so closely before. I gently kissed my mother's fair neck, her delicate earlobes, and her slender shoulders, caressing her soft, warm skin. I slowly removed her nightgown. From my actions, my mother seemed to sense something was different from before, and her petite body trembled slightly.

I turned her face and kissed her tightly closed, moist lips, greedily caressing her full breasts and kneading her soft nipples. Gradually, her breathing became rapid. I lay on top of her, my erect penis pressing against her warm, moist vulva. When my hardness deeply penetrated her birthplace, my mother let out a soft moan, and two clear tears silently slid down her pink cheeks.

I held my mother's hardening nipple in my mouth, my hip movements gradually quickening. My mother let out soft, low breaths, her warm, moist flesh tightly enveloping my penis. Her arms involuntarily wrapped around my waist. As I thrust finally into her vagina, her body tensed, her vulva arching upwards. With a powerful thrust, a gush of heat shot into her body. Our lower bodies pressed tightly together, and we collapsed limply onto the bed. My mother let out a long sigh, her hot breath tickling my ear.

I cupped my mother's sweaty face, kissing her soft lips and slipping my tongue into her mouth. My mother opened her teeth, and we shared a deep, sweet kiss. I savored her saliva, my penis, deeply inserted inside her, gripped tightly by her spasming, tender flesh, and became erect again. My mother and I were tightly embracing, our lower bodies intertwined. I once again savored that dizzying pleasure and the sweet, intoxicating love. Waking up in the morning, I felt life was so beautiful, as if everything had become even more wonderful and captivating. I went behind her as she prepared breakfast and gently wrapped my arms around her slender waist. "Mom, this is so nice..."

My mother gently pulled my arms away, turned to face me, her pretty face flushed with a captivating blush, avoiding my gaze as she left the kitchen.

When we sat down at the table to eat breakfast, my mother returned to her usual expression. As I went to kiss her alluring red lips, she stopped me with a look, a resolute gaze that brooked no disrespect. I timidly withdrew.

A hint of approval and a touch of shyness appeared in her eyes. "Eat, or you'll be late." That

evening, when I went to her room again, as I expected, the door was locked from the inside. I knocked on the door. "Mom, tomorrow's my birthday. What gift did you prepare for me? Can I see it?" I asked persistently. "Whatever it is, we'll talk about it tomorrow," Mom replied from inside. That

evening, I returned home to find a pair of sneakers I had been asking my parents for a long time on my bed. I was deeply disappointed.

During dinner, Mom and I both drank some wine. Looking at Mom's flushed face, I reminded her again, "Mom, today is my birthday." "Didn't I give you the sneakers? You've been asking for them for so long." "Mom pretended not to understand what I wanted, turning her gaze away and changing the subject.

I quietly went to Mom's room and was surprised to find the door opening easily. Mom's naked body glowed like milk in the soft moonlight. I went to Mom and cupped her smooth face in my hands. Mom's arms wrapped around my neck, and we kissed sweetly. I kissed Mom's alluring body with ecstatic joy, finally reaching my birthplace. I parted her thick pubic hair and inserted my tongue into her warm, moist cavity, sucking, licking, and thrusting... Mom twisted her body restlessly, letting out soft moans. A slightly sour, sticky liquid flowed into my mouth. I knelt between her legs and pressed my thick penis against Mom's hairy vulva, but after several thrusts, I couldn't penetrate."

"Mommy..." I couldn't help but call out anxiously. Although I had done it with Mommy before, it was always Mommy who moved her body to get closer to my penis. When I took the initiative, I couldn't find the entrance.

"Hmm?" Mommy was obviously hurt by my impact. She raised her legs and gently grasped my penis with a warm, smooth little hand. She first rubbed the head of my penis against her vulva a few times before aiming at her wet vaginal opening. With

the lubrication of Mommy's vaginal fluid, I easily slid into the passage where I was born seventeen years ago. Mommy sighed softly, one hand around my waist, the other pressing my head against her breast... As my thrusting became faster and faster, Mommy also let out the familiar low moans and whimpers... "Mommy, this is so good... so exciting... good Mommy!" "Mommy's breathing became more and more rapid, her arms tightly wrapped around my waist, pulling me forcefully towards her body," "Oh..." Mommy suddenly let out a soft cry. Her

wet, hot lower body pressed tightly against my vulva, the tender, wet flesh gripping my penis tightly, spasming and twitching in waves... "I'm going to cum..." I couldn't help but cry out, ejaculating thick semen inside Mommy.

I lay on my mother's soft body, panting heavily, Mommy weakly pushing me away, and when our eyes met, Mommy glanced at me shyly and charmingly, "You're so heavy." "I came to my senses, reluctantly pulled out my penis, and lay down next to Mommy. I brushed aside the few strands of hair that clung to Mommy's sweaty forehead and kissed her panting little mouth. Mommy obediently extended her smooth little tongue for me to suck on, and even licked the tip of my tongue... I took her little hand and held my sticky penis in it, kneading her plump breasts. 'It's so beautiful, Mommy, I love you so much.' When I licked her little palm, Mommy tried to pull back because she was ticklish. Seeing Mommy's shy and charming little girl expression, I climbed on top of her again. Mommy immediately raised her legs high, grasped my penis, and guided me into her body."

Under my relentless rape, Mommy repeatedly reached the peak of excitement. The fluid secreted from her genitals changed from the initial sticky discharge to a thinner consistency. When I ejaculated inside her for the fifth time, Mommy couldn't withstand the intense pleasure and fainted. I panted as I saw that both Mommy's genitals and my penis were covered in sticky, milky-white secretions. I gently caressed and kissed every part of Mommy's body... Mommy woke up and felt me kissing her lower mouth. She was both ashamed and anxious, "Ugh, it's dirty." "It's not dirty. I was born from here. I love Mommy's scent." Stimulated by the mature feminine scent of Mommy's genitals, my penis became erect again. I pulled Mommy's small hand and placed it on my penis... "Oh..." Mommy let out a soft cry.

Seeing Mommy's slightly swollen labia majora, with pinkish fluid from my ejaculation slowly flowing out, my lust intensified. Seeing Mommy's sweat-drenched body, lying weakly on the bed, I couldn't help but feel a pang of heartache. "Mommy, you're too tired, let's sleep." Mommy's face was flushed even in the dim moonlight, and her eyes glistened, clearly moved by my care. She struggled to roll over and bury her head between my legs.

With her small hands, she cupped my penis, slowly opened her mouth, and took my large glans in, gently licking and sucking. The sensation was completely different from intercourse; her warm, moist mouth, her slippery, agile tongue, and her powerful sucking made me ejaculate quickly into Mommy's mouth. I saw Mommy actually enjoying it, and when I stared at her with wide eyes, she shyly turned her head away. I turned her face back and kissed her sweet little mouth, the faint taste of birch sap in my semen filling the air. Too exhausted, Mommy and I quickly fell asleep.

From that day on, Mom changed her frequency from once every two weeks to once a week, and she could only ejaculate three times each time. When she had her period, she would satisfy me with her little hands and mouth. Compared to before, I was very content, but during the day, I was strictly forbidden from making any intimate gestures towards her.

Dad was still away on business trips from time to time. He didn't notice what had happened between Mom and me, thanks to Mom's training of me, because I couldn't make any frivolous advances towards her during the day.

Dad stayed home for a long time this time. That day, I couldn't suppress my desire any longer and quietly went to my parents' room and peeked through the crack in the door. "Yes, suck harder, baby is so good... good daughter, so good!" It was Dad's voice.

Inside, Dad was facing away from me, his face buried between her legs, making soft sucking sounds.

After a while, Dad put Mom on the bed. "Baby, little daughter, Daddy's here!" Dad knelt on her legs and slowly lay down on her. "Mmm, little Daddy... oh..." Mom cried out.

From my angle, I could clearly see my parents' bodies as they were intercourse. My father's thick, powerful penis was deeply inserted into the hole I had once penetrated, thrusting in and out.

Seeing this, and hearing my parents' lewd moans, I pulled out my penis and started masturbating. My mother seemed to notice something, opening her tightly closed eyes, just in time to see me standing at the door masturbating… "Ah!" My mother cried out in alarm.

"Haha, feels good, doesn't it? I didn't expect my baby to get more and more horny as he gets older," my father said smugly.

My mother pressed my father's head against her breasts, gesturing for me to leave with her eyes.

I kept changing roles, sometimes calling her "Mommy," sometimes calling her "baby" or "daughter" like my father did. My mother seemed unusually sensitive and excited, repeatedly reaching the peak of pleasure.

I licked my mother's hairy vulva, smeared my father's and my semen on her anus, and gently teased it with my fingers, asking as I did so, "Baby, Mommy, Daddy hasn't touched this before, has he? Today, your son is going to insert his penis into your anus. This is mine alone, don't let Daddy do it." My mother tried to relax her anus, allowing me to penetrate her rectum deeply... My mother didn't answer, silently letting me manipulate her plump, mature body, only letting out the familiar low, soft moans during orgasm. I, like a child who had just received a new toy, played with it to my heart's content...

When I woke up in the morning, my mother was no longer beside me, and the room was filled with the smell of male and female secretions, arousing my sexual desire... "Baby, where are you?" I cried out.

My mother appeared at the door with a stern face. The moment she saw my erect penis, her pretty face flushed crimson. "Get up, breakfast is ready." I got out of bed and went to her side, embracing her soft body. "Baby, I want it..." Her face turned pale, and she gently pushed me away: "Son, go eat your breakfast." Her tone held an unyielding refusal.

I walked out of the room dejectedly. By the time I finished breakfast, my mother had already cleaned the room spotlessly.

In the afternoon, while my mother was napping, I couldn't suppress my urge. I went to her bed, took out my penis, and pressed it against her lips. My mother woke up, glaring at me with a mixture of shame and anger.

"Baby, I'm so hard, come on! I want it..." My mother's resentful gaze almost made me give up, but remembering my mother's wanton and alluring appearance last night, I hardened my heart and shoved my penis into her mouth.

Her face flushed even more, she closed her eyes, and obediently licked my penis… “Baby, you’re so good, Mommy, you’re so good…” I reached into her vagina and caressed her.

My mother and I made love all afternoon, and I finally ejaculated contentedly into her little mouth. This was the only time I made love with my mother during the day; after that, she never allowed me to touch her during the day again.

My mother was even more open at night, and I loved seeing her shy and alluring expression. Often, after she and my father had sex, I would collect her semen from her vagina, mix it with her vaginal fluids and my semen, and have her drink it slowly. Or, during sex, I would say things that made her feel ashamed. For example, how did it feel to be gang-raped by the father and son? Did her vaginal fluids taste good? My mother, as usual, didn’t answer me, only letting out soft moans during orgasm.

This continued until I went to university, and less than a month later, I received a letter from my mother.

I'll skip the unnecessary greetings and write this: "My dearest son, Xiaojian: What happened between us was wrong. I wasn't a good mother. To you, it was just a mistake of adolescence, but I really shouldn't have done it. That night when you asked me, I should have refused. But seeing your pain, my heart softened, and I truly regret it.

I'm a doctor, yet I couldn't handle your adolescent issues properly, and this shameful thing happened. Please forgive me. Recently, I've read many books and understand that boys often have these impulses during puberty. This period will pass, and once you start dating, it will be fine. Don't carry this burden; focus on your studies. Since it has already happened, we must face it correctly and try our best to control ourselves so it doesn't happen again…"

Finally, Mom wrote: "If you really miss Mom too much, I won't be too heartbroken. Burn this after reading; don't reply."

I understand Mom's good intentions and deep love for me. Now I'm working, married, and have my own daughter. Occasionally when I come home, Mom will readily oblige my requests. Compared to my wife, sex with her was filled with the warmth and sweetness of family. My mother moaned and groaned beneath me, her expression one of shame and humiliation, combined with the thrill of incest, intensely arousing my wild desire. Seeing my daughter's beautiful baby face, and imagining how I could play with my angelic daughter with my wife when she grew up, I secretly longed for that day to come.

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