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. We were so close that my father was “jealous” of me.
Me. Although mom is not a big beauty, but also counted on the appearance of outstanding, is a beautiful and virtuous good wife and good mother. I often think that after growing up I must find a good wife like mom.
After I started middle school, for some reason, I gradually distanced myself from my mom, no longer snuggling up to her, no longer playing games with her, and not even wanting to talk to her much.
My mother, however, still cares for me and takes care of me in every way, no matter how big or small, which makes me more and more impatient and more and more disgusted with her. I don’t remember when I started to speak ill of my mother, and I would scold her from time to time, but even so, my mother never lost her temper with me for this, and she didn’t 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 of liking women’s feet, I don’t know when I started liking them, it’s like I was born with it. Often when I masturbate I can have an orgasm just by imagining playing with a woman’s feet.
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 faced 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, I saw a pair of very white, very good-looking feet on the bed – I could only see bare calves and feet because of my limited vision – and I couldn’t help but feel a thrill of excitement.
”Whose feet could this be?” But then I realized, “It’s Mom’s foot!”
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 it is, I will be able to 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 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.
When I went to bed that night, I imagined masturbating by playing with the feet of a certain celebrity, and when I was about to climax, my mother’s feet appeared in my mind, and by then it was completely out of my control, and I reached my climax in a state of extreme excitement.
After the orgasm, I was filled with guilt and felt like a real beast, and I wanted 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.
That 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. She put down the sugar water and didn’t leave right away, but sat down by my bedside and watched 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 youthful, delicate, slim girls, and mother is no longer young, pretty looks although not old but also has been the youth is no longer, the body has been slightly blossomed, in principle, should not cause me to pay attention to the.
It turned out that I was only on the mother’s feet, but that night inadvertently found that my mother’s whole body through a kind of beauty I can not say, that is a kind of beautiful with my beautiful female classmates or young actresses different beauty, I suddenly found that this kind of beauty is even more touching, 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 and looked at me a little reluctantly 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 immediately turned on.
After a moment’s hesitation, I consoled myself by saying that I would just indulge once tonight, and that I wouldn’t do it again just like that, and when I was done, I gained a great deal of satisfaction, and at the same time, I felt very nauseous.
The summer vacation of my junior year was easy and boring. I didn’t have any friends, and I didn’t have any hobbies, so I just stayed at home all day and relied on novels to pass the time. At that time there was no erotic novels, novels in the sexual portrayal is only shallow, but already let me excited.
So my “sexual interest” is more and more big, with the hand to solve the problem is more and more frequent, the beginning is 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 fantasies, my sense of guilt 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 so decent, I have been completely worshiped in her pomegranate skirt.
I was in no way taught to be like this 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.
Even though I had incestuous thoughts about my mom, I didn’t dare to have the slightest indiscretion 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.
One evening in mid-October of that year, I was studying in my room and felt thirsty, so I went to the living room to get a drink of water.
Come to the living room, I saw my mom wearing a set of short-sleeved pajamas half lying on the sofa, watching TV while rubbing her feet, long and firm calves, white and red feet can not help but make my heart pound. 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 beside her, rested her feet on my thighs and gently rubbed them. I wondered how I hadn’t noticed my mom’s tantalizing feet when I was a kid. Perhaps, at that time, my mom was the reason why my heart can not be blasphemous goddess. 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, then maybe she saw something and 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 and 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 addition to my mother in life, there is no longer anything that can make 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 father gave me a hard time for this. While Dad was lecturing me, Mom looked at me without saying a word, and in her eyes, in addition to the old love, there was also worry and a faint sadness that she had already seen everything. I can’t help but suspect that my mom is well aware of my incestuous thoughts. And the facts show that this is true, there is no such thing as a mom who doesn’t know her son’s mind.
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 enough to 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. That morning, after returning home from the hospital for an injection, 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 found me awake, she immediately went into the room and felt 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, and wrenched her feet free to jump off the floor and whisper:
”Nonsense!” And out it went.
I thought to myself that I was in trouble this time. Just when I didn’t know what to do, my mom came in with a bowl of medicine and a calm look on her face. 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, she didn’t have much surprise on her face, she just looked a little less than pleased, and that’s when I felt a little embarrassed, I stood up, and without saying a word, I left the room, and 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 was able to really enjoy them. I was satisfied.
When I came home from school in the evening, both 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 somewhat reproachful stare. 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 during that time, he didn’t travel for almost three months, and later I found out that he didn’t travel because he was busy with a special project. This made me very anxious.
By the time mid-July rolled around, 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 went on a business trip, I was at home in the morning absentmindedly reading a novel, anxiously waiting for my mom to get off work, time was passing so slowly, it was hard to make it until noon when my mom came home.
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 my 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 the sanitation. But my mom did this until almost 2 o’clock, and then she went to 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 almost jumped for joy as I watched. 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 hold a glimmer of hope. But when my mom entered the room and locked it with a snap, I was completely desperate.
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 for a while without saying a word, 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’s face inward lying, wearing only a lab coat and panties. Long black hair, plump and shapely 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. At that moment I suddenly felt that my mom was not 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 break free, so she loosened up 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 rested against hers, rubbing it gently, and kissing my cheek from time to time.
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, I ignored my mom’s struggles and greedily kissed her over and over 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 agree to that? 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 gave it my full attention: the foreskin on my rod was slowly being peeled off, and the rod was slowly entering 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 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 the initiative 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 Dad came back, facing Dad I inevitably a little weak. But mom was still so calm, from her face could not see any abnormality.
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 and 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 had her reasons; the only time you could lock the door of the house from the inside was when you went to bed at night, and Dad couldn’t open the door even if he came home suddenly, and wouldn’t suspect anything.
Mom loved me, but that love was just a mother’s love for her son. Even though mom never complained and was able to enjoy orgasms during sex with me, I knew that it was only for me, she loved me too much to want 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, we never intended to forget the past, and how could we ever forget these things? I love my mom deeply and I still want to make love to her if she wants me to.
Because in addition to the love I have for my mom, which a son has for his mother, I also have the love a husband has for his wife. Mom she was my practically first wife.
Mom, I love you!