Husband works in a big factory and works night shifts more than half the month and doesn’t sleep at home. So something happened this May.
On May 17th, it was my son’s 18th birthday and a lively birthday party was held. My husband was working the night shift, so my son and I were the only ones at home.
That night, I may have had too much beer and went to the restroom to pee. When I went back to my own room, I saw that there was still light in my son’s room.
It was so late, and still using my homework, I quietly pushed open the door. I didn’t realize that my son had taken off his shorts and was lying on the bed in the middle of the room, holding my boxers in his left hand and sniffing them on his nose, and holding his penis in his right hand and moving it up and down, masturbating comfortably.
The first time I saw my son masturbating, I was taken aback. But in the back of my mind, I thought, “Boys are going to masturbate in time, so I’ll have to remind him of that.
I yelled at him, “What are you doing?
When my son heard me, he stopped with his right hand, said, out, and then turned his head toward me.
In an instant, all that could be seen was a jet of cum from his son’s cock that landed on his stomach.
Mom, I’m sorry, my son said to me in reparation.
Quickly give me back my boxers and wipe off my stomach, I said.
My son wiped the cum sprayed on his stomach with his boxers and told me that it was all mom’s fault. With that, he pressed me down on the bed.
I was in a mess. I said, “This can’t be happening, stop it. But, in the end, I was no match for my eighteen-year-old son in terms of physical strength.
My son rolled up my blouse and said, “I’ve always liked mom. It’s all mom’s fault for these big soft tits. As he said this, he grabbed my breasts and started licking my nipples.
I said, “I’m going to tell your father when you do something like this. Stop it now. I won’t tell Dad.
But, my son said, if you can say it to daddy, say it. With that, he started licking my upper body.
Gradually I began to feel a strange sensation.
Mom is so beautiful, ah, the nipples are sticking up. Mom is feeling it too, my son said, but I started to cry.
My son finally put his hand on my boxers and began to slowly pull them down for me.
With tears in my eyes, I said, “Good boy, stop it, please.
My son said, “I like mommy. Beautiful, so nice. Hearing those words, I lost my resistance.
I covered my face with my hands and let my son do as he pleased.
After pulling my triangle pants down, my son curled my legs up and started looking at my pussy.
Wonderful, wonderful, my son said, and began to lick my pussy.
Mom just peed. Smells like pee, says the son. You can smell your mom through the pee smell. It’s the same as the smell of panties.
I couldn’t anymore. My son slowly turned his body and brought his penis near my face. The penis, which I had just masturbated to, was even more erect than my husband’s, and the glans began to ooze clear fluid again.
At some point, I ambled over to my son and added to his cock.
The son said, “Mom, I want to have sex with my mom.
I said, this kind of thing, you must keep it a secret from dad ……
Absolutely keep it a secret from Dad, the son said.
I took hold of my son’s cock and guided him to the opening of his vagina and slowly sat down.
My son’s cock was thick and warm, easing into me. I began to move up and down. My son said, “Ah, mom, that feels so good.
I couldn’t help but moan loudly as well and began to move up and down faster.
I don’t know how much time passed before my son said, “Mom, it’s coming.
I immediately stopped moving up and down to pull out my son’s penis with my hands. But my son grabbed my hands so that I could not pull my penis out of my vagina.
I told my son, cum in there, you’ll make a baby, get out.
But I already felt it, and before I could finish my sentence, semen was jetting out in my belly.
I flung myself on top of my son. I remember my son also saying, as if reassuringly, Mom, I’m losing my virginity now.
I slowly raised myself up and let my son’s cock out of my vagina.
My son’s semen mixed with my vaginal secretions to form a white liquid that flowed out of my vagina □□□ and onto the sheets.
I gently told my son to call it a day. Absolutely keep it a secret from Dad.
When I finished, I took the purple boxers that my son used to masturbate in and walked out of my son’s room.
Had sex with my son son on May 17th of this year and made a confession to everyone. Now follow up with a little more writing.
I’m embarrassed to say that my husband and I only have sex on average twice a month, and almost every time my husband ejaculates inside me.
Since the birth of my son, not once has there been a contraceptive failure. Even when I have sex with my husband during the dangerous period of ovulation, I often let him ejaculate inside me, but there has never been an unplanned pregnancy.
When it comes to the relationship with my son, it didn’t end here after that day of sex.
When my husband worked nights and I was home alone with my son, every time he was coming into my room and claiming my body.
I also stopped seeing my son as a child but as a man after May 17th. After the second time I had sex with my son, I always asked him to wear a condom.
However, did not get my period in late May. In mid-June, went to the pharmacy to get a pregnancy test.
With a sense of unease, I put the test paper in my urine, wet it, and waited three minutes. The result was positive, meaning there was a pregnancy.
I was half sad and half happy to be pregnant again after eighteen years. The next day I went to a nearby OB/GYN hospital for a checkup.
Congratulations. I’m in my third trimester now, and my due date is February 10th of next year, the doc said.
For the time being, I kept it a secret from my husband for fear that he would be surprised. However, when she returned from the hospital, she informed her son about the pregnancy.
I told my son to keep it a secret from his dad. I’ll talk to him.
From today’s perspective, the husband should have been told immediately at that time.
Since the pregnancy was confirmed, I no longer wear a condom when having sex with my son, and I feel very comfortable.
In mid-August, while having sex with my husband, he said, “What’s going on lately with your areolas darkening up and your belly getting bigger?
I said, “I’m sorry I kept it a secret from you. I’m having a baby next February 10th.
As soon as my husband heard this, he immediately stopped having sex with me, and then told me, “I’ve kept it a secret from you too, I was sterilized three years ago, I can’t get a baby out of it.
The husband went on to say, So, after the sterilization, I’ve been relieved …… to know that having sex with you won’t get you pregnant.
These words instantly reminded me of the nightmare of May 17th.
The husband added, you, must have been fooling around with someone while I was on the night shift. With whom? Say! But I couldn’t say it was with my son anyway.
The husband then packed up some change of clothes and left.
The son then asked why Dad was going to work now.
I couldn’t answer, I just cried.
That night, I stayed up all night waiting for my husband to come back. He didn’t.
The baby in my belly, I think, is my son’s baby. It’s better to abort it early.
The next day, I spoke to the doctor and asked for an abortion. The doctor at the maternity hospital said that it was already five months and that I could not have an abortion.
When I got back from the hospital, I went to my son’s room and told him to snuggle Mommy as hard as he could, and just let my son have his first gentle snuggle for the rest of the night.
The husband has since gone to a female coworker’s house for the rest of his life and never comes home.
Now I was pregnant and well into my seventh month. I’ve also decided to have the baby that I got from having sex with my love child.
From the initial intense sexual intercourse to the pregnancy and the birth of a child at thirty-nine, would the child have any congenital disabilities? The thought of it makes me fearful. And then the thought of having a child with my own son sometimes makes me want to commit suicide. But my son always gives me comfort and encouragement.
The following words were not said before the mother-son sex.
I used to secretly masturbate with my mother’s panties back then. The most exciting thing for me was to take the freshly changed panties out of the washing machine. The special odor emitted by the panties smelled so good.
But I let my mother find out the day before yesterday. I was in my own room at the time, masturbating with my naked bottom. I was watching an adult video and sniffing my mother’s panties.
Not noticing at all that my mother had come in because she was wearing headphones.
My mother ripped off the headphones and hit me hard in the face with them.
What are you doing? She said very angrily.
When it came to this point, I didn’t even have any room for defense, so I cried and told my mother how much I missed her.
The mother listened, looking as if she was in a difficult position.
Last night, she came into my room and asked me to swear that I would never do anything that sick again.
Then my mother told me to take off my pants and lie down on the bed. How strange, I thought.
Before my mother changed her mind, she quickly pulled down her pants and obediently lay down on the bed.
Mother said that that kind of thing should never be done again. She repeated this several times while gently jerking my cock with her hand.
I felt so comfortable that I ejaculated quickly.
Mother wiped up the cum with soft paper and then went out.
When I saw my mother this morning, I saw her making breakfast as usual as if nothing had happened.
It was a joy to think that I shared a great secret with my mother.
I’ll let you all know if there are any more developments in the future.