An incest story I heard 2

He went on to say that he later learned that such sexual awakening is an instinct in all animals, but his objective living conditions led him astray. Returning to a normal life, he had no romantic feelings for his mother at this point, but the image of a vagina filling the entire screen frequently appeared in his mind.
Before he knew it, he graduated from high school. He hadn't gotten into university; not many people went to university in those days. His parents didn't say anything, and he wasn't lazy; he worked odd jobs to earn money, raising a son who wouldn't squander money, which made his parents happy. One day, while working in a factory, he accidentally got a drop of oil in his ear, which blocked his hearing. He simply cleaned it out with a tissue and it was fine. When he got home from work and was chatting with his mother, she seemed a little worried and said, "Come here and let me check." He sat down on the sofa where his mother was sitting. She held a flashlight to his ear and said it was wet. She told him to lie on her lap so she could clean it for him. As he lay down, he was facing his mother's genitals. When she moved her body while cleaning, a very alluring feminine scent wafted into his nose. He said he still remembers that scent to this day. Even after marriage, when his wife lets him lick her as much as he wants, nothing compares to his mother's scent. As she spoke, his mother cleaned him up, but at that moment, he became aroused, very hard. However, his mother didn't know, and afraid of being discovered, he said he was going to sleep and went to his room, closing the door. He tried to calm down, but the urge for that scent only intensified. He also thought of vaginas he had seen on screen years ago, and he masturbated before falling asleep.
At this time, he was 21 years old. His mother would occasionally ask if he had a girlfriend, and he always replied that he was still young. For a while, he didn't go out to work and got up late every day. One day, before he even got out of bed, he heard people talking in the living room. He didn't pay attention, but
a moment later, his mother said through the door, "Xiao X, Aunt Li and I went out shopping." Before he could answer, his mother and Aunt Li had already closed the door and left. He lay in bed for a while, then got up, washed up, ate something, and, having nowhere to go, sat on the sofa watching TV out of boredom. In his own words, he didn't know what got into him, but he wandered into his mother's room. As soon as he entered, he saw his mother's underwear on the chair next to the bed. His heart skipped a beat. He went over, picked it up, and examined it. It was the one she had just changed that morning; it was still slightly damp. He instinctively held it to his nose and smelled it. Yes, the alluring scent was coming from there. He knew that scent so well, and he missed it so much. He was so captivated by the smell that he immediately became aroused. His face burned, and the fear of his mother returning filled him with a mix of emotions: fear, excitement, guilt, and anticipation. This intensified his arousal. He unzipped his pants, pulled them down slightly, and placed his mother's wet underwear against his penis, pressing it against the bed. He buried his head in his mother's pillow, smelling it and masturbating. The sensation grew increasingly pleasurable until he ejaculated on the floor. He wiped himself clean with tissues and returned to the living room, half-lying down to watch TV. When his mother returned at noon, he was so exhausted he was almost asleep.
His mother prepared dinner, and after they ate, he went for a walk. Seeing the people on the street, a strong sense of self-reproach and guilt overwhelmed him. He told himself he could never do this again; this was his mother. He didn't go to his mother's room for a long time afterward. I asked how long, and he said at least six months. He remembered that after his father returned for the New Year, he hadn't thought about his mother's body; he had only focused on himself and masturbated.
Spring has come again, flowers are blooming, and he's twenty-two. He'll always remember this year: he's 22, and his mother is 41. He found a job he's very happy with, going to and from get off work happily every day. Southern girls wear shorts and skirts very early. Because he's happy at work, and because he's at the prime of his life, he enjoys looking at girls' legs. I interjected, saying it's normal. He said yes, it's normal, but he doesn't have a girlfriend, and he doesn't really want one. He just doesn't feel anything for girls. When he sees other people's legs, he compares them to his mother's, and thinks his mother's are prettier. The next time he smelled his mother's underwear wasn't in her room, but in the bathroom. Usually, his mother washes her clothes quickly after taking them off, but one day, he can't remember what happened, she hadn't washed them and just left them in the bathroom. He went to the toilet... He spotted his mother's underwear at first glance, and in an instant, his face flushed and he felt an erection. But his mother was in the living room, so he didn't dare do anything rash. He just picked it up and smelled it for a while, then left after relieving himself. He went straight to his room, afraid his mother would see his flushed face. Lying in bed, he heard his mother wash her clothes and go to sleep. Then, he masturbated again because of his mother's underwear.
It's that easy to fall into depravity. From then on, he no longer suppressed his sexual desires and began to seek every opportunity to smell his mother's pillow, underwear, bra, and even stockings. I asked him if his mother knew about this, and he said that after they had sex, his mother told him that she had noticed the underwear had been moved a few times, but he hadn't paid much attention. He gradually entered a state of frenzy; he felt uncomfortable if he didn't smell his mother's underwear, even if it had been washed. He also started drinking, not because of his mother, but because of work and his colleagues. One day, after drinking, he came home to find his mother taking a shower. Emboldened by the alcohol, he peeked through the crack in the bathroom door. He saw his mother's snow-white body standing there washing, her breasts slightly sagging but still full, her pubic hair not too much but very alluring. He swallowed a few times, not daring to look for too long, and went back to the living room. His mother knew he was back and called him "Little X" a moment later. "This towel fell on the floor and got wet. Could you get my pillowcase?" He went to his mother's room, grabbed a pillowcase, smelled it, and went to give it to her. His mother opened the bathroom door a little, perhaps because her hand slipped, and opened it halfway. He was stunned for a moment, and his mother reacted, but didn't lose her composure, saying, "Okay," and then closed the door.

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