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Mother after amnesia 

I'm a sexual fantasist, and that hasn't changed since birth. I remember as a child I had a crazy obsession with imagining how to get close to women, something that still surprises me now. As I've grown older, this obsessive sexual fantasy has been accompanied by a crazy sexual desire. When I was ten, I don't know why, I started fantasizing about my mother, imagining myself making love to her. I would often lewdly stare at her curves and allure while she slept, and like a madman, I would secretly peek at her breasts.
But I knew it was a dangerous and despicable act. My mother sensed my transgression and several times she finally snapped, "Stop fooling around!" or gave me a subtle reprimand. Of course, I knew my mother didn't want me to go astray, and she herself didn't want to do such an incestuous thing. But my father's early death and the years of being alone with my mother made it impossible for me to shake off this desire. Besides, my mother herself was also suffering from unbearable lust—after all, she was only 42 years old—and I was already 19. We both really wanted it.
But things didn't turn out as you might imagine; a dramatic turn of events led me to completely possess my mother from that moment on...
My mother's figure was impeccable. She was of medium build and at 42, she was in the prime of her life. She was plump but not bloated, and her complexion was still youthful and charming—unlike a young girl who was thin and lacked charm. A 20-year-old girl is an immature woman and quite boring.
One summer afternoon when I was 19, my mother was practicing gymnastics in her room. She was wearing a short skirt and a tank top, and her snow-white body attracted my attention like a magnet. My mother bounced up and down, conveying the charm of a beautiful and sexy mature woman to me little by little: her round, plump buttocks rose high with the movement of her body, her large breasts bounced up and down, and her slightly protruding belly and private parts moved "forward and backward" to the music.
I imprinted this incredibly beautiful scene in my mind, and at the same time, I felt that my mother was unconsciously expressing her deepest desires. Thinking of this, I felt a surge of excitement, and my penis became erect on its own.
My mother was completely oblivious to my wicked thoughts. As she danced, she smiled at me and said, "Alright, I'm almost done. Can you run the bathwater for me?"
I did as she said and didn't peek at her while she was showering. After my mother got dressed, I watched her go to bed to rest.
"Oh, I'm so tired!" Mom stretched her alluring body and said in a sweet voice, "I'm going to sleep for a while, why don't you go and rest too?"
After saying that, he lay down on the bed.
I didn't leave immediately, staring intently at my mother. Her plump, fragrant body lay sprawled on the bed like cooked noodles, her thighs and buttocks swaying gently, her slender waist bobbing like a water snake. I tried my best to suppress my desires and went back to my room.
But you know, I couldn't sleep at that moment. I kept thinking about my mother's lewd state, and my penis was already hard, making my pants look like a tent. I lost my mind and went back to my mother's bedside, only to find that she was already fast asleep. She was lying on her side, with her large buttocks and fat legs facing me directly. I could still see my mother's face, which was flushed pink after exercise, making her even more alluring. One hand was placed on her erect breast, which rose and fell with her breathing. My mother was only wearing a very thin dress, and I guessed she wasn't wearing anything underneath, because I couldn't see any trace of it through the almost transparent clothes.
I stood naked by the bed, one hand holding my penis, the other reaching for my mother's buttocks. I recoiled in fear, terrified of being discovered. I knew that once I did it, there would be no turning back, but I also felt that my mother and I were both aware of the situation. Gazing at her alluring sleeping body, I could no longer suppress my overwhelming lust. I leaped lightly onto my mother's bed, embracing her tightly and kissing her rosy lips with abandon. I sucked on her tender lips, grabbing her large breasts and kneading them frantically. My penis pressed against my mother's thigh, thrusting wildly.
My mother was jolted awake by my frantic rubbing and shouted, "What...what are you doing!"
I wanted to stop, but I knew that stopping meant the end. Maybe if I went all the way in, there would be unexpected results, so I completely ignored my mother's shouts.
"Stop it!" Mom screamed, twisting her intoxicatingly plump body. "You little beast, are you trying to die?! You're not human!"
As I pressed her down, I said, "Mom, I love you so much, I want you!"
"Stop! You beast! What are you?!" The mother struggled desperately, hitting him wildly, her hair disheveled as she cried and cursed, "I've raised you for nothing, you beast! Oh God! Help!"
I grabbed my mother's hand and lifted her clothes. Sure enough, she wasn't wearing anything except a small pair of panties. I immediately tried to pull off her pants, but she struggled so hard I couldn't. So I loosened my grip slightly and tried to pull them off with both hands. Unexpectedly, my mother suddenly grabbed my head with all her might and shoved me away, then hysterically slammed her head against the wall next to the bed!
My mind went completely blank for a moment; I had no idea what was happening. When I turned around, I found my mother lying unconscious on the bed, her head and the walls covered in blood, the sheets stained crimson. I rushed over, picked her up, and cried out, "Mom, what happened? Mom!"
My mother wasn't responding, but she was still breathing. I knew something terrible had happened. I hurriedly put on my clothes, wrapped a towel around her forehead, and carried her to the hospital. Luckily, there weren't many cars on the road. I was also good friends with the son of a surgeon at the hospital (Dr. Zhang). Thanks to their timely rescue efforts, my mother was finally out of danger.
"Uncle Zhang, how is my mother?" I asked immediately when I saw Dr. Zhang come out of the operating room.
"Oh dear, how did it come to this?" Dr. Zhang said, shaking his head. "Your life has been saved, but your mother's injuries are too deep. She may suffer permanent amnesia or dementia! Well, it depends on luck. If she's lucky, it'll just be amnesia, but if she gets dementia, that would be terrible!"
Dr. Zhang left me speechless and went back into the operating room, not emerging for another hour.
"Oh dear, I'm exhausted! Luckily, we weren't seriously injured. We won't get dementia, don't worry."
A month later, with the help of the hospital, my mother was finally discharged. That day, I borrowed a car from a friend to pick her up and take her home.
"Hey? Where am I going? Who are you?" Mom asked, looking at me the whole way.
I felt a pang of sadness and almost cried, but I just said softly, "Let's go home."
Do you find it strange? Shouldn't I have added "Mom" after "Let's go home"? But I definitely didn't say "Mom." It's an unimaginably complex state of mind. At that moment, while I was incredibly heartbroken, a malicious thought suddenly arose in my subconscious: "Mom has lost her memory, which means she doesn't even know who she is or who I am!" This despicable thought controlled my mouth, and I never uttered the word "Mom." I didn't want Mom to know I was her son; I wanted to use this opportunity to truly possess her!
With mixed feelings of sadness and excitement, I returned home with my mother.
"Where is this?" Mom asked me curiously, looking at the room that used to be there. "Who are you?"
"This is your room. You slipped in the bathroom and hit your head. I took you to the hospital. Don't you remember?" I chuckled to myself.
"Who are you?" my mother asked me again.
I picked up a photo of my mom and me sitting on the edge of the bed, and said to her with a smile, "Do you recognize yourself? Honey? We're husband and wife, you've forgotten all that?"
The mother took the photo and looked at it: "Really? I don't remember."
I lit a cigarette, and boldly put my arm around my mother's ample waist, pulling her to sit on the edge of the bed and saying, "Oh dear, you've been hurt quite badly this time! Darling, I miss you so much."
Looking into my tender and affectionate eyes, my mother gradually came to believe me. After all, her injuries had affected her thinking to some extent. She slowly leaned her head against my chest and let me hug her.
A vicious lust surged into my mind again. I held my mother in one arm and quickly took off my clothes and pants with the other. I lifted my mother's chin with my hand and immediately took her cherry lips into my mouth, licking and sucking her fragrant lips. I then put my tongue into my mother's mouth and began to suck and swallow her fragrant tongue.
I laid my mother down on the bed and quickly stripped her clothes off, revealing her long-desired white flesh to my eyes. My mother tried to push me away, her last remaining sense of shame driving her to reject me.
"Don't do this, please don't..." Mom looked at me with a hint of panic, "No!"
“We’re husband and wife, don’t be afraid!” I said shamelessly, while my breath quickened as I saw my mother’s fair skin, huge breasts, protruding belly, incredibly fat buttocks, and dark, dense forest of genitals for the first time. My penis quickly became erect, the rush of blood making me want to immediately thrust into my mother’s vagina.
"I'm your husband! Don't be afraid, it's normal for couples to have sex!" I patiently instructed my mother, lifting her thighs with both hands and roaming over her breasts, nipples, and buttocks, before touching her vulva.
"No! You can't do that here..." My mother still wouldn't let me touch her vaginal opening.
But my mother's resistance was merely symbolic; she seemed to have accepted the lie that I was her husband. I hugged my mother's waist, kissed her breasts, greedily licking and nibbling at the increasingly swollen nipples, incessantly sucking on the nipples that had nurtured me, as if I were drinking sweet milk again. That was the place I, and every man with a mother complex, loved most; the nipples possessed both maternal tenderness and feminine allure, thus holding a double attraction for me.
I played with her breasts with one hand and stroked her big, plump buttocks with the other. Under my kisses and caresses, Mom gradually softened, no longer able to push me away. She slumped into my arms, letting me play with her entire body at will, her eyes slightly open, her small mouth breathing softly, uttering a sweet moan: "Mmm...no...don't...husband, don't..."
I could no longer resist my mother's wanton moans, and I aimed my penis at her vulva and thrust it in. Can you believe how easily I penetrated her? Because under my caresses, her vagina was already overflowing with fluid, soaking a large patch of the sheets. The moment my penis entered her vagina, I felt a suffocating pleasure, followed by extreme confusion. My hips began to arch uncontrollably, thrusting my penis repeatedly towards the place of my birth.
I couldn't stop even if I wanted to; I felt completely out of control. My hands didn't reach for my mother's large breasts; instead, they gripped her thighs tightly, thrusting wildly. The incredibly stimulating and pleasurable sensation of intercourse made me unable to stop. My mother's tight, virgin vagina gripped my penis tightly, making it difficult for me to thrust my hot penis back and forth with all my might.
And the mother seemed to feel the pleasure of being penetrated by the penis, and kept moaning: "Oh...oh...husband...ah...you...ah...faster...mmm..."
That's just how sex is. It doesn't necessarily involve a lot of lewd noises or moans. It's just a constant, primal cry: "Ah...husband...oh...mmm...come on!"
My mother hooked her plump legs around my waist, pressing me down with all her might. With each thrust, her round buttocks swayed upwards, meeting my penis. I took the opportunity to kiss her breasts, licking their softness and smoothness once more. My mother was having a frenzied sexual encounter, completely unlike her former shyness. Her voluptuous body trembled, driving me crazy. I had to keep aiming at her large, swaying breasts, gripping her round buttocks tightly to prevent my penis from slipping out of her vagina.
I thrust in and out with all my might, my mother's vaginal walls tightly gripping my glans. After hundreds of thrusts, I felt a surge of heat in my glans, and my entire penis throbbed with unbearable pain. I wanted to pull out, but my mother's plump legs held me captive. (Registration open!)
I felt like my penis was about to burst, and at the same time, I felt an indescribable pleasure that made me eager to release. I thrust hard, and a gush of fluid suddenly spurted out of my penis—I ejaculated every last drop of my semen into my mother's vagina.
"Oh... Ahh!" I cried out wildly, and at the same time, Mom let out a scream, her voluptuous body jerking violently, her breasts and lower abdomen thrusting out. We both collapsed onto the bed, falling into a deep sleep...
When I woke up, I saw my mother's seductive and aroused state. Her cherry lips were slightly parted and opening and closing, her large breasts draped over her neck, her legs were spread apart, and her thick labia were still dripping with honey. Her plump, white buttocks were slightly exposed and protruding, and her delicate belly was covered with my saliva and my mother's love juice.
Looking at this alluring and seductive noblewoman, I couldn't help but pick up my mother again and sweetly kiss her tender flesh.
My mother hugged me and whispered, "Honey, that felt so good!"
I felt a surge of pleasure and pressed myself against my mother, continuing my lovemaking until I ejaculated on her again.
From then on, my mother treated me like her husband, letting me play with her beautiful body. My mother also fell in love with this sweet sex life and often took the initiative to make love. If I sometimes didn't want to, she would pout like a child and say, "Come on, just for a moment, husband! Come on!"
Unexpectedly, I turned misfortune into blessing and received the advances of such a beautiful woman. All of this stemmed from my uncontrollable, malicious lust—despicable yet alluring!

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