When I was a child, I was very attached to my mother as most children are, and my mother loved me very much and even spoiled me a little. At that time, we were very close, so much so that my father was “jealous” of me. Although mom is not a big beauty, but also counted on the appearance of outstanding, is a beautiful and virtuous good wife and mother. I often think that after I grow up, I must find a good wife like mom.
After junior high school, I don’t know why, I gradually alienated from my mother, no longer snuggled up next to her, no longer play with her, and even do not want to talk to her more. But my mom is still like before, everything no matter how big or small all care about me, take care of me, which makes me more and more impatient, more and more antipathy towards her. I don’t remember when I started to speak badly to my mom, and I even scolded her from time to time. Even so, my mom never lost her temper with me for this and did not care about my rudeness.
As I entered puberty, I began to have sexual troubles, and I learned to solve my problems with my hands uninstructed, but in moderation, maybe three or four times a month.
I have a problem with women’s feet, and I don’t know when I started liking them, but it’s like I was born with it. Often when I masturbate I can just imagine playing with a woman’s feet and have an orgasm.
When I was about to graduate from junior high school, one Sunday was my grandmother’s birthday, and I went to my grandmother’s house in the afternoon after self-study. The front door of my grandmother’s house was facing the door of a guest room, and I could see the end of the bed in the guest room from the front door. That day when I entered the room, I saw a pair of very white, very good-looking feet on the bed – I could only see the bare calves and feet because of my limited vision – I couldn’t help but feel excited, “Whose feet are these?” But then I realized, “It’s Mom’s feet!”
Ugh, what a disappointment! Turns out mom was tired from working at grandma’s house and slept in that bed in her dress and clothes.
In the disappointment, I thought wildly: “If that’s not mom how good, I can properly see a few more eyes. Mom’s feet before how did not feel …… “thought of this I did not dare to go further, the heart of the head of self-blame.
For the rest of that day, I tried my best to stop looking at my mom’s feet, but it was always as if I had done something wrong, and my heart kept getting uneasy.
That night after going to bed, I imagined playing with the feet of a star to masturbate, in the almost orgasmic time, even appeared in the mind of the mother’s feet, at this time has been completely by themselves, I was in the extreme excitement to the orgasm. After the orgasm, my heart is full of guilt, I feel that I really worse than animals, hate to slap myself twice.
In the following days, probably because of the stress of studying and my own efforts to control it, I didn’t have any more urges towards my mom’s feet. And my attitude towards my mom also changed a lot. Although I still didn’t like to talk to her much, I no longer resented her concern for me, and I didn’t speak ill of her anymore.
My mom soon sensed the change in me and was overjoyed, caring for me even more. The more she did this the more it made me feel uneasy.
The night two days before the midterm, my mom brought a bowl of sugar water into my room. I was busy doing my homework, so I asked her to put it down first. When she put down the sugar water, she didn’t leave right away, but sat on the edge of my bed and looked at me lovingly as I worked on my problems.
My attention unconsciously turned to the mother: before my head there is no mature female beauty and other concepts, I have always liked are those who are young, delicate, slim girls, and mom is no longer young, pretty face is not old but also has been youthful no longer, the body has been slightly blossomed, in principle, should not cause me to pay attention to the. The original I also just on the mother’s feet moved heart, but that night inadvertently found that the mother’s whole body through a kind of beauty I can not say, that is a kind of beautiful female classmates with those beautiful or young actresses with me a different kind of beauty. I suddenly realized that this kind of beauty is even more moving, more attractive to me.
Suddenly, the horrible word “incest” appeared in my mind. I didn’t dare to think about it anymore, I drank all the sugar water and handed the bowl to my mom to let her go out. Mom took the bowl, a little reluctant to look at me before leaving. After she left, it took a while for me to settle down and continue working on the problem.
For a few days in a row, I was fully committed to the midterm. After the exam, my whole body was exhausted. But what was comforting was the self-perception that I did well in the exam.
That night, I decided to use my hands to relax and relax, I have not had a few days to vent. I hadn’t had any sex in days, but I couldn’t get excited about any of the actresses or schoolgirls I thought of while lying in bed that night. Then, my mom came to mind as if by accident, and I was instantly turned on. After a moment’s hesitation, I comforted myself by saying, “Let’s just indulge once tonight, and I won’t do it again in the future. After I finished, I gained a great sense of satisfaction, but at the same time, I felt very disgusted.
The summer vacation of my junior year was easy and boring. I didn’t have any friends or hobbies, so I stayed at home all day and relied on novels to pass the time. At that time there was no pornographic novels, novels in the sex portrayal is only shallow, but already let me excited. So I “sex interest” is more and more big, with the hand to solve the problem is more and more frequent, the beginning of just a week or two, and then developed to almost every day, and even sometimes two or three times a day.
And the night and day with the mother has slowly become the main object of my sexual fantasy, my sense of guilt in unconsciously more and more light, I can not help myself fanatically obsessed with the mother. Mom’s knitted brows and smile, a hand, a foot, in my eyes are so charming, dressed in my eyes are that decent, I have been completely worshiped in her pomegranate skirt.
I was in no way taught to be like that by sh, because at that time I hadn’t heard or read about mother-son incest in books or newspapers. In retrospect, it was probably because my mom was the only woman around me and she was a good looking woman.
Although I had incestuous thoughts about my mom, I didn’t dare to have the slightest indulgence in real life. I only secretly took my mom’s intimate clothes and shoes and socks to satisfy myself when no one was at home, but the more I did so, the more I longed for my mom, and I was tormented by my own desire for her.
The long summer vacation is finally over and I’m starting high school. I can no longer devote myself to my studies as I used to, but fortunately, my first year of high school was not too intense, and my grades barely stayed in the middle to upper levels.
In the middle of October of this year, one evening, I studied in the room felt thirsty, so I went to the living room to drink water. To the living room, I saw my mom wearing a set of short-sleeved pajamas half lying on the sofa, watching TV while rubbing their feet, long and firm legs, white and red feet can not help but make my heart pounding. I was busy pouring a glass of water, stood behind my mom pretending to watch TV, and greedily peeped at my mom’s feet. I thought how nice it would be if I could play with my mom’s feet to my heart’s content.
Suddenly I had an idea: pretend to rub my mom’s feet for a while!
After making up my mind, I said to my mom, “Mom, you’re going down to check on work again today, aren’t you?”
“Yeah.”
“That’s pretty tiring, let me rub your feet.”
Mom listened and happily agreed.
So I sat down next to her, rested her feet on my thighs and gently rubbed them. I wondered how I hadn’t noticed my mom’s attractive feet when I was a kid. Maybe, at that time, my mom was a goddess in my mind that could not be blasphemed. When I was a kid, I used to play with my mom, and it was so easy to touch her feet.
Caressing the long-awaited beautiful feet, can not help but make me more and more excited, I really want to go out of my way to hold my mom’s feet tightly kissed over enough.
Mom at first just looked at me lovingly as I rubbed her feet, but then maybe she saw something and the expression on her face got a little unnatural.
“There. It’s much better now, no need to rub it anymore.”
Mom said as she gathered her feet. I had to give up too, and went back to my room with reluctance.
When I got back to my room, I immediately closed the door, sniffed and licked my palms – they didn’t really smell – and then excitedly solved the problem with my hands.
After this incident, I knew that my mom was aware of my misbehavior, so I never offered to rub her feet again.
As the days went by, my desire for my mom didn’t abate in the slightest, I often dreamed about her, sometimes waking up in the middle of the night when my dad wasn’t home and really wanting to go out of my way to rape her.
In life, in addition to mom, there is no longer let me care about, my academic performance has gradually declined, in the first semester of the first year of high school, the midterm exams are barely passable, but the final exams only got more than thirty, which is the worst I’ve ever done. My dad gave me a hard time for this. In the father lectured me, mom did not say a word to look at me, eyes in addition to the old love, but also worry and has insight into all the faint sadness. I can’t help but suspect that my mom is well aware of my incestuous thoughts. And the facts show that this is true, as a mother does not know the heart of the son.
During the winter break, my mom tried to talk to me alone several times – she had tried before – but I was too weak to give her a chance, or even to be alone with her, so every time my mom was disappointed.
I was afraid that one day I wouldn’t be able to control myself and do something unmanageable, and that day has finally come.
In April of that year, I had a recurring high fever for several days in a row, and I couldn’t go to school. My mom took time off work to stay home and take care of me. When I got home from the hospital that morning, I slept until the afternoon.
In my dream, I dreamed of my mom again and I woke up just as I was hugging her feet.
When my mom noticed that I had woken up, she immediately went into the room and touched my forehead, then said to me happily, “The fever has gone down! Take some more medicine and you should be fine. By the way, there’s going to be a new quilt for you.”
With that, she moved a stool and stood up barefoot to get the comforter from the top shelf of the cabinet by my bed. Because she wanted to get some better, mom’s right foot stood next to my pillow.
At this point I was so horny that I couldn’t help but reach out and grab that foot of hers. Mom twisted her head to look at me, and did not say anything to continue to get the quilt. I stroked a few times, then lowered my head and kissed mom’s toes.
That’s when mom tensed up, quit holding the quilt, wrenched her feet free and jumped off the floor, whispering, “Nonsense!” And out the door.
I thought I was in trouble this time. While I was wondering what to do, my mom came in with a bowl of medicine, her face looking calm. She sat down on the edge of my bed, fed me the medicine, then changed the covers – this time she didn’t put her feet up on the bed when she took the covers – told me to sleep a little longer, and then went out again. It was as if nothing had happened to her.
I was very excited at this point because I was finally kissing my mom’s feet! At the same time, I couldn’t help but feel a little embarrassed about my recklessness.
Over the next few days, I was a little uncomfortable whenever I spent time with my mom, and she didn’t bring it up again, treating me as she always did.
This attitude of my mom’s both surprised me and emboldened me at the same time. I was determined to forcefully kiss my mom’s feet again. I knew that there was no better time than when Mom was alone and sleeping.
After almost a month, the opportunity came. Dad didn’t come home at noon that day, and Mom was alone in her room taking a nap.
I hesitated for a long time, but finally worked up the courage to walk into my mom’s room.
Mom hadn’t woken up when I came to her bed. Mom was sleeping face inward, a thin quilt resting on her waist, her feet slightly bent out of the quilt.
Looking at my mom’s bare and inviting feet, my breathing was getting more and more rapid. I originally thought that once I entered the room mom would wake up, and I planned to take advantage of her surprise and forcefully embrace her feet and kiss them. But now I changed my mind.
I bent down and put my nose to my mom’s feet to smell the scent of her feet. Mom had been wearing leather shoes all morning, but there was only a faint intoxicating smell on her feet, and they didn’t stink at all. I went back and forth on my mom’s feet for a while before I started kissing her feet. I kissed the center of her foot, her heel, and just as I was sucking on her toes, her foot twitched and woke right up.
When my mom rolled over and realized it was me, there wasn’t much surprise on her face, just a bit of a not-so-happy look. I was feeling a little embarrassed at this point too, so I stood up and left the room without saying a word, then grabbed my book bag and headed off to school.
The last time I kissed my mom’s feet in a slapdash hurry, this time I really enjoyed them. I was satisfied.
When I came home from school in the evening, both my mom and dad were already home. As usual, mom was busy in the kitchen and dad was reading the newspaper in the living room. When mom came out with the food, she gave me a reproachful look. Although I didn’t really care, I was too embarrassed to meet her gaze.
After this, as I thought, my mom didn’t pursue me, and treated me as well as she always did, only consciously or unconsciously avoiding being alone with me.
This semester, my schoolwork still hasn’t improved, and my grades are hovering between the 30th and 40th percentile. Dad had lectured me several times, and I wanted to concentrate on my studies, but my heart had been captured by my mom. Especially after that night’s attack, all I could think about was how I could be satisfied again.
Originally, my father would always travel for a few days in a month or two, but he didn’t travel for almost three months during that period of time, and later I realized that he didn’t travel because he was busy with a special project. This made me very anxious.
In mid-July, my dad was finally going on a three-day business trip. I was as happy as a kid on New Year’s Eve.
The day my dad was away on a business trip, I was at home in the morning absentmindedly reading a novel and anxiously waiting for my mom to get off work. Time was passing so slowly that it was hard to get through until mom came home at noon.
At lunch, I wasn’t in the mood to eat at all, but I was trying to keep my emotions in check, not wanting my mom to see something. It was only when mom was cleaning up the dishes that I secretly stared at her bare feet in her slippers, thinking that they would be mine again later.
Mom washed the dishes, but instead of taking her usual nap, she started cleaning. I had to wait patiently, thinking that maybe she would go to sleep after she finished cleaning. However, my mom did not finish until almost 2 o’clock, and then she left for work.
I was so disappointed that I had to console myself with the idea of waiting until my mom went to bed at night.
In the evening, it was finally time for bed amidst my anxiety. Mom turned off the TV and walked into the room. I watched and almost jumped for joy. But I didn’t expect my mom to close the door behind her and lock it with a snap.
I was so confused that I felt like I had fallen into a freezing cellar.
I didn’t sleep well that night, I loved and hated my mom in my heart, the feeling was like a lost love.
The next day at noon, I still have a glimmer of hope. But my mom entered the room and locked it with a snap. I was in total despair.
By the end of the night, I went to bed early with a fire in my belly and a heart full of hate. At about ten o’clock, my mom turned off the TV and walked into my room. I gave her a look and turned away, ignoring her. Mom stood in front of my bed without saying a word for a while, like a soft sigh, and then went out.
Mom sat silently in the living room for a while before going back to her room at about 11:00 a.m. I heard her close the door, but I didn’t hear the dreaded “pop”. I heard her close the door behind her, but I didn’t hear the dreaded “pop”. And there was no more noise for a long time.
Did I not hear the lock or did mom forget to lock it? My heart couldn’t help but skip a beat.
I was determined to find out. I got up, put on my jockstrap and headed out.
I stood in front of the door to my mom’s room and tried to twist that lock, which was indeed unlocked.
It had been almost half an hour since mom had gone to bed by this time, so I figured she should be asleep, so I pushed the door and walked in.
Room open dark bedside lamp – mom sleeps alone always open bedside lamp sleep – through the light can see mom face inward lying, wearing only a lab coat and panties. Long black hair, voluptuous and graceful body, snow-white and slender legs, warm and charming feet, so that I can not help but blood churning.
I carefully walked to my mom’s bed and stopped. That’s when it suddenly hit me that mom wasn’t asleep, she was awake. I stood there for a while, and after taking a closer look at my mom, I became more and more sure that she was awake.
“Why is mom ignoring me, she’s awake?” I was so confused.
Finally, I decided to see what it would take for my mom to stop pretending to be asleep.
I lifted the mosquito net, bent down, and reached out my right hand to gently hold one of mom’s paws. When I held mom’s foot, her foot twitched a little, but did not pull away from my hand. I couldn’t help but be secretly pleased, so I held her soft foot and gently kneaded it. And mom let me and didn’t mind me.
At that point, I couldn’t hold back any longer, so I lowered my head to kiss her feet. When mom realized that I was kissing her feet, she immediately had to pull them away. But how could I let go? I grabbed my mom’s feet tightly and kissed and licked them regardless.
Mom struggled a few times and didn’t get free, so she let go and let me get it.
I kissed my mom’s feet furiously, and I don’t know how long I kissed them, but I didn’t let go until I had wrinkled the skin on both feet.
Mom’s indulgence emboldened me in a way I hadn’t before, and after letting go of her feet, I didn’t think twice about jumping on top of her and wrapping my arms tightly around her.
But after wrapping my arms around my mom, I was a little overwhelmed and just stared blankly at her face.
Mom she too looked at me tenderly, looking calm and with a loving gaze.
After we stood still for a while, my mom reached out and wrapped her arms around me, gently stroking my back, my head, and slowly pressed my head down so that my forehead was against hers, rubbing it gently, and kissing my cheek from time to time.
It was as if I suddenly understood what to do. I kissed my mom’s face, nose, earrings, pink neck, and those sweet, soft lips urgently. Kissing felt so good that I ignored my mom’s struggles and greedily kissed her again and again.
Mom suddenly pushed me out of the way and then sat up, slowly removing the clothes from her body. I saw this and immediately got up to take the clothes off my body as well.
I was actually a little overwhelmed once again by the sight of my mom’s naked body.
Mom was a bit shy when she took off her clothes, but she seemed to relax when she saw me like that. She smiled faintly and lay down openly.
“Come on up.” Mom whispered.
I obediently climbed on top of mom. Mom wrapped her arms around my head and buried it between her plump, soft breasts. I came right back to my senses and became aroused again, rubbing and kissing her breasts uncontrollably. Mom got aroused under my actions as well, her breathing gradually increasing and her cheeks filling with a blush.
I kissed my mom all the way down her breasts, and just as I was about to reach her bottom, she jerked her legs together.
“Not there!” Mom whispered firmly.
But how could I say yes? After much effort, I finally wrenched my mom’s legs apart. I took a closer look at mom’s private parts, “So a honey hole is a dark red slit.” I first smelled the faintly fishy odor, then I licked it with my tongue.
Mom moaned softly as I licked her, and her body gently wriggled. At this point, although I didn’t know that this was a sign of Mom’s arousal, I also had a vague feeling that this wasn’t a bad thing, so I licked even harder, and ended up probing my tongue into Mom’s vagina.
I had kissed my mom’s honey hole enough and moved on to her legs and feet. By this time I was beyond aroused.
After I climbed back on top of my mom, she kissed my face, closed her eyes, and took my rod in her hand as her crotch pushed up.
That’s when I realized what was going to happen next, and I felt it with my full attention:
The foreskin on my rod was slowly peeled off and the rod slowly entered a warm, lubricated tube.
It was such a wonderful feeling! As soon as mom let go, I pumped harder. I was thrusting harder than ever, and mom was getting wetter and wetter. Sexual intercourse turned out to be really so soulful, I enjoyed it obliviously, and soon reached my climax, straddling my mom and ejaculating all of my semen.
When I was done, my whole body felt like it had been emptied and I slumped helplessly on top of my mom. Mom opened her eyes and reached for some toilet paper on the nightstand, then moved her lower body to get my rod out of her, then pushed me off, sat up and cleaned up briefly before heading to the shower.
After lying alone for a while, I got up and put my clothes on. By that time mom came back from the shower and she had changed into a clean nightgown.
We were both a little embarrassed at this point, mother and son, and I was a little overwhelmed again. Mom appeared to be much more composed as she gathered her things and softly instructed me, “Go get cleaned up.”
I listened and walked out of my mom’s room numbly.
That night, my mind was a mess. I couldn’t believe it – I had my mom! I felt both the excitement of getting what I wanted and a deep sense of guilt. In the midst of all my thoughts, I do not know when I fell into a deep sleep.
When I woke up the next day, it was almost noon. During lunch, my mom said nothing about last night’s incident, and took it upon herself to talk to me about something unimportant, with a look of relief on her face. I also felt a little more relaxed.
In the evening, my father came back, and I was a little weak in the face of my father. But mom was still calm, and there was nothing unusual about her face.
Over the next few days, my mom continued to treat me as she always had, and I gradually relaxed and stopped taking that to heart.
The new semester hadn’t started for a few days, and on this day my dad didn’t come home at noon. My libido was back. After lunch, while mom was washing the dishes, I wrapped my arms around her waist from behind. Mom understood what I was thinking, she said softly, “No, what if your dad comes back?”
I begged and begged, but my mom just wouldn’t do it, so I finally had to give up. However, I did stroke my mom’s feet at noon that day, which was a bit of a relief.
After two weeks, Dad was away on business, and by the end of the night Mom finally said yes again. We did it two nights in a row that time.
Since then, mom almost always promised me only when dad didn’t come home at night. Mom has her own reasoning, only at night when you sleep can lock the door lock from the inside, even if Dad suddenly come home can not open the door, and will not be suspicious of what.
Mom loved me very much, but that love was just a mother’s love for her son. Even though my mom never complained and was able to enjoy orgasms during sex with me, I knew that it was only for me, that she loved me so much that she was willing to do it with me.
You can’t be too selfish as a human being. After I went to college, I started to meet girls and slowly stopped asking my mom.
Now that I have my own little family, my mom and I are still very close and we never intend to forget the past, so how could these things be forgotten? I love my mom deeply and I still want to make love to her if she wants. Because in addition to the love I have for mom that a son has for his mother, I also have the love that a husband has for his wife. Mom she is my first wife in fact.
Mom, I love you!