As the title suggests, this is a novel in the nature of a seminar. When the annoying word “incest” comes up again and again, we have to have a clear understanding of it.
Remember, it’s “clearly aware” not “soberly aware”, because neither morality nor the law can forcefully prevent it. We can only be “aware” of what it is like, but not morally “awake” to it – after all, it is not morality that is responsible for the taboo against incest, and who can be sure that there will not be great attraction between close relatives? After all, the taboo against incest is not ultimately a function of morality, and who can be sure that there will not be a great attraction between close relatives.
I will begin to tell this lengthy story, reflecting on how it all happened with the ever-changing ages of mother and child.
“Sex Everywhere.”
More than twenty years ago, when Mom and Dad signed a piece of paper, they were officially legally married.
In other words, men and women were given the legally recognized right to have sex. Moms and dads can have sex “under the protection of the law” and have children. So, by extension, men and women who have sex without completing this process are “at their own risk.”
That year, my mom was about 25 years old, and a year later, I came to earth (funny how we’re still doubly curious about exactly how we came to earth, but that’s not something we can know).
Ten months of pregnancy and delivery – ten months I lived in the warmth of my mother’s womb, and what a joyful and happy time it was when the boy’s sex grew and cuddled up against her tender uterus. Finally, I left this cozy paradise, crossed over to my extremely inflated vagina, and croaked to the sound of my mom’s screams and struggles.
If we decide that contact between male and female genitals is sexual intercourse, sexual intercourse with the mother has already taken place during the time the son was born.
But neither the father nor the mother thinks this way. They only know that they have the continuation of life, but they have never thought that in the process of the emergence of this new life, the mother is actually having sexual contact with “two” instead of “one” male.
The appearance of a new life brought both joy and trouble, and the young father had to work twice as hard to feed his wife and son, while my mother stayed at home with the young me.
I would often cry out loud from hunger, so my mother would take off her top and nurse me. My mother’s breasts were soft and heavy as they developed to their fullest size at this time. She held me tenderly in her arms and brought her large white breasts to my mouth. I couldn’t wait to hold my mother’s enlarged nipple, and greedily sucked on the sweet milk, which was a supreme delicacy for babies, fresh and delicious.
Mom smiled at me like a holy mother, looking at her wailing son in her hands, gently caressing me, and I reached out with my delicate little hands unable to stop touching that beautiful ball of flesh. We are always so respect, praise, appreciation and desire for women’s breasts, because that is the Creator to give women to raise human treasures, so great and so tempting. Men like to pay attention to women’s breasts may not be a kind of rudeness, but in the face of the “birth” unquenchable impulse, as well as the motherhood of the begging.
It was a wonderful time no less than being in a mother’s body, and I got to enjoy Mom’s sweet, plump breasts, which were mine and no one could take them away from me. Dad and Mom certainly did what they wanted to do at night, and maybe Dad wanted Mom’s breasts too, and as they overlapped up and down, Dad would always take Mom’s nipple and suck on it as best he could.
Mom can often be seen snapping at Dad, “Don’t be so crazy! What’s going to happen to the son when you drink all the milk?”
Dad smiled and said, “That’s okay, I’ll just drink what my son has left over.”
Mom blushed and hugged me shyly, “We’re not giving it to him, are we son? Mommy’s milk is only for you.”
Dad then burst out laughing.
This is an important detail that cannot be easily overlooked: both fathers and young sons are possessive of their mothers’ breasts, as hinted at by fathers kissing their breasts during intercourse with their mothers and by babies craving their mothers’ nipples.
What does the possessive desire of the father and the son for the mother’s breast indicate? For the son, is it simply a need to breastfeed or is it a male need for a woman? I have no way of knowing, and I don’t want to go any further before the extreme “moralists” turn me into a street rat.
I was a baby boy at this time, and my mom put me in a little bed of my own. But I would always cry at night because I was hungry or wet the bed, and it was so loud that they couldn’t get any peace. Mom had to make us sleep together as a family, and I lay between my dad and mom.
But that alone still didn’t satisfy me, so I would poop and pee in unison from time to time, and since I was often snuggled in my mom’s arms, the poop went straight to my dad. What a naughty little guy! Dad grumbled angrily, and had to take the clothes and pants covered in my feces to the wash. I was then able to sleep alone, leaning into my mom’s delicate arms, satisfied with the gentle scent of motherhood.
Thus, in anticipation of an attack from my poop at some point, my father kept his distance from my butt and from my mother; I was finally left alone to enjoy my mother’s love and affection with my baby’s unique skills.
During this time, my presence had caused Dad and Mom to not only cut back on some of their sex life, but Mom’s delicate post-birth body had her confined to long stretches of time at home with me.
In order to support three people, my dad was very busy with his work so that the hormones in my mom’s body would most likely work when my dad was not at home. Women’s breasts are their sexually sensitive parts, and when mom breastfeeds me, the
My little mouth was very diligent in sucking every part of her nipple – something that was fundamentally different from Daddy’s sucking
Unlike a man, a man will never suck so carefully and for so long as a baby. I think that the mother is not only breastfeeding, but also enjoying the sexual stimulation of her child’s breasts. It’s a very subtle sensation that only the mother herself knows, and while feeding her child, she is also blissfully experiencing this “hidden and subtle” sensation.
of sexual pleasure.
Time flies and six years have passed, I am 6 and my mom is 32. As written above, mom always looked at me as a baby in her arms and cared for me. Dad was out of the house for a number of years at this time because of his job, not unlike when I was a baby. I’m pretty sure that mom’s sexual needs were very strong at the time, and I can give you several examples to prove it.
1. Even though a child’s perception is that six years old is a “grown-up,” I still need my mom to bathe me or I’ll never get the areas clean that need to be cleaned.
My mother placed me in a wooden basin and rubbed soap on me, as well as rubbing my lower body clean. A boy’s genitals are, after all, a male physical feature, and when a mother touches them with her hand, even though her son is not the least bit offended, must the mother feel nothing?
I can still remember my mom toweling me all over, always looking at me with infinite tenderness. It is well known that boys like to play with their genitals, which Freud called “the earliest sexual desire”.
When I stroked my sex, my mom would scold me repeatedly, “No playing with your penis! You’ll get sick!”
How could my mother touch my genitals as if nothing had happened, but she was so disgusted by my playing with my penis?
I think it is very likely that the mother wants to get sexual satisfaction from her son without him being aware of “sex” – so as to prevent him from “learning bad things” and to reassure herself – a deep-rooted mentality that is hard to understand. It is difficult to understand this deep-seated state of mind.
Mom and I would often play together in bed during the day. I can’t remember exactly what we played, but I do remember one thing: my mom liked to play with me while kissing my cheeks and mouth intimately.
Mom put her arm around me and smiled affectionately, “Rogue, come on, kiss Mommy.”
I then immediately nuzzled up my little mouth to kiss my mom on the cheek. Mom added, “Good baby, kisses.”
Mother and son then kissed happily.
At this point I was always riding on my mom’s belly, excitedly yelling, “Hyah! Horse, run faster!”
Mom laughed and said, “Little man, you’re crushing mommy!”
My mother had no qualms about kissing me, as she thought I was just a young child and that kissing was a sign of affection between mother and child. But who can prove that when mom kissed me passionately, there was not a “sexual” sign?
I’m a child and a male, and kissing can mean many things, and can be sexually gratifying while showing affection.
“The Emergence of the Oedipus Complex.”
Here I have absolutely no recollection of the exact details of what was going on, so I will just describe for you a process and the state of affairs in a given environment.
Regarding the “Oedipus complex”, I think it was born in childhood during the solitude and intimate contact with my mother. This complex, once it occurs, will not go away, because the feelings involved are too deep and complex to say whether they are affection, attachment, love or sexual desire.
After another six years, I was 12 years old and my testosterone was gradually developing, so by this time I had, perhaps along with my attachment to my mom, the male adoration and sexual urges for a mature woman.
At this time the mother is 38 years old, in my opinion very sexy and beautiful: mother is not tall, about 157 centimeters, body fat, has a dignified and clean face; eyes large and gentle, plump lips; mother’s earlobes from childhood is my favorite part, small, delicate and tender; mother’s breasts at this time has not been so big, her slender waist gradually blossomed, thighs and hips are She was very fat.
As you can see from this description, I already knew how to scrutinize my mother’s body, which is fundamentally different from childhood: whereas a child knows only that his mother is kind and good, a teenager has a childlike, ignorant sense of “sex”.
For a while in the beginning, I could still sleep with my mom. In my sleep, I still clung to my mom’s neck like a child. This seemed to make my mom very proud, and she often told her friends happily about me, “My baby boy and I have become so recent that he always snuggles up to me at night.”
My mom thought I was still the same as when I was first born, just an attachment to my mother. I felt the same way at the time and didn’t feel any discomfort.
But at one point, I suddenly felt my mother beside me as a woman at the same time, a thought that surprised and excited me greatly. I couldn’t help but reach around my mom and gently caress her breasts, an unconscious act that made me gasp with nervousness and unusual pleasure. I pressed my body against my mom’s spine and rested my head on her shoulder, feeling warm and gentle, and soon dozed off.
Mom gently pushed my hand away in her sleep and murmured, “This kid is so grown up, he still wants to breastfeed!”
My behavior was a mix of both sexual tendencies and original childish attachments.
Another time, I woke up in the early morning haze, caressing the mother next to me. It was early fall, my mom was wearing a tank top, her skin was delicate, her white, plump arms were clearly visible, and a wisp of fuzz under her armpit showed; her face was clear and full, her sexy neck and breasts were clearly visible.
I felt so happy that I wrapped my arms around my mom beside me and couldn’t stop caressing her on her plump, smooth arms, hugging her neck again and resting my head on her chin. Mom subconsciously reached out to caress me in her sleep as well, wrapping her arms around my waist so that we were face to face and close together. Mom’s ragged breath came in gusts in her sleep, turning me on so much that I was almost on the verge of kissing her on the lips like I had done as a child.
I turned on my side and rested one leg on mom’s contoured femur, a desire to possess the female body filling my brain, and my sex rapidly erecting at the same time, brushing slightly against mom’s belly a few times. I pressed my face even closer to mom, pressing my forehead against her mouth, and mom unconsciously hugged me even tighter at that moment, pressing her plump cheeks against mine.
I was so happy that I was about to scream out, I could estimate that I was only a few centimeters away from my mother’s mouth, and I really wanted to kiss her tender lips. But at this time I did not dare, only to hold mom’s plump and soft waist, rubbing her small earlobes.
The fact that I was actually afraid to kiss my mom like I used to shows that I had a sexual epiphany along with a mental self-restraint. I can remember pulling hard on my mom’s nightgown in my sleep in an attempt to grab and feel her breasts a year or two before I turned 12; but now I was afraid to kiss her.
I think it had something to do with my mother’s gradual realization of my sexual maturity. She must have realized that her son already had a minimum of sexual feelings and was no longer an ignorant child. Therefore, my mother would consciously keep a distance from me in certain aspects, so that I could feel her rejection of “my affectionate expression”, and it is not difficult to explain my timid mentality.
Here is another point which I have almost overlooked, and which, if we assume that there was no occurrence of this thing at all, would probably have made my thoughts of possessing my mother much less favorable.
I still vividly recall an occasion when I was only a few years old when I inadvertently witnessed my parents cavorting in bed in what seemed to be a joking but rather sexually stimulating manner. To be precise, it was because the parents neglected their child’s presence and engaged in an act bordering on sexual intercourse together in front of the child, causing the son to develop a desire to have access to his mother’s flesh as his father did. This thought is reinforced by the long periods of solitude between mother and son.
We must not underestimate the judgment of children, who are able to comprehend the world with a keen eye and a wealth of emotion, which is really much higher than explaining the world’s affairs in words – because many things and many sights cannot be seen in words.
Children experience in their hearts truths that they cannot clearly state for themselves and that we adults may never discover.
Overall, what happened during this period was that my intimacy (better known as “flirting”) with my mom was rejected by her. I was a little scared, and a little excited and eager. I finally realized that I was no longer a child, and that if I wanted to be sexually satisfied in the same way that a child expresses intimacy with his mother, I would have to be a child to be sexually satisfied, and I would have to be a child to be sexually satisfied.
That would be a mistake – Mom must have felt the sexual satisfaction I brought her (as evidenced by the fact that in her sleep she had no idea what I was doing when I touched her).
(which can be glimpsed in the reaction), but mom would not actively accept naked sexual advances from me in this area.
In the above text, my frequent use of the word “sex” is only from my feelings and judgment, which may not be entirely appropriate, but there are sufficient theories and examples for reference.
Moralists have often railed against views such as mine, accusing them of being “filthy and indecent, desecrating the purity of the mother-son bond”. But “sex” does not prevent us from having sincere “feelings”, and there are many ways to express them, “sex” being one of them.
Moreover, “sex” and “love” are often inseparable:
1. we can discuss the adulterous affair between Simon Qing and Pan Jinlian in Water Margin.
Is it possible that a man and a woman who have fallen in love with each other in the midst of “sex” do not have any love for each other at all? Pan Jinlian’s marriage to Wu Dalang was unsatisfactory, so she first looked to Wu Song, and after being rejected, she accepted the advances of Ximen Qing. Of course, this kind of extramarital adultery is for the traditional morality of contempt, but the pursuit of their favorite man, who can deny the existence of “love”?
2. Again, for example, in “A Dream on the Corridor Bridge”, the woman falls in love with the male reporter, and they fall in love and have sex, can you separate “love” from “sex” here?
For these reasons, I have summarized the above two sections as “ubiquitous sex” and the resulting “Oedipus complex”. In the following, I will further describe and analyze the change of family marriage and the change of emotion between mother and child.
“Revenge with Sex; Changing Emotions Between Mother and Child.”
We take six years as a point in time, and after another six years, I’ll be 18 and my mom will be 44.
I’ve got the steadiness of an adult and a richer emotion, while my mom has lost some of her youthful looks, and her face has more traces of age, but her body has increased in maturity and elegance.
In my eyes, my mother has always been so beautiful, and there has never been a woman I could admire as much as she is: she is smart, funny, hard-working, kind and dignified. That is to say, my love for my mother has increased, and this time the “love” is different from before: undeniably, I still have some attachment to her, and a lot of sexual attraction, but more is a mature woman’s overpowering charm deeply fascinated me.
This “love” has changed dramatically, as a result of the gradual growth of human beings. I no longer “woo” my mother as openly as I used to, but express my feelings very subtly; at the same time, I have become bolder, and I am not afraid of my mother’s rejection of me.
At this point something very unpleasant happens: the father has an affair (note that from this point on, we change the name of the father from “Dad” to “Father”. This change of title implies that the boy has become a man and is no longer attached to his father, and is perhaps quite hostile to him).
I remember my mother once told me that marriages of their generation were generally not very happy. Due to the decentralization of the Cultural Revolution, many of them grew up in the countryside and were unable to return to the city for a while, and the desperate need for sex caused a significant number of them to marry hastily.
We can conclude that such marriages, which are only meant to satisfy sexual needs, can hardly have any emotional foundation – that is why we can often see couples in their forties getting divorced or having extramarital affairs. This example can verify the relationship between “sex” and “love” mentioned just now, and if the two are forcibly separated, it will be fruitless; by the same token, I do not intend to agree with Plato’s so-called “armor-clad” love, let alone love. Similarly, I do not intend to agree with Plato’s so-called “armor-clad” love, let alone agreeing that my original sexual advances can produce good results.
Then what is “love”? I’m afraid I can’t answer this question even after 10,000 years of discussion, so I don’t want to talk about it.
What makes me laugh is that those who engage in extramarital affairs may not be able to get any great satisfaction from cheating. Perhaps at first there is the sexual excitement of tasting forbidden fruit and the excitement of getting “new love”, and then continue to go down the road will realize: in fact, the other and their spouses are not too different. So we can see the cycle: marriage – affair – divorce – remarriage – again.
Extramarital Affair – Re-Divorce …… Eventually all of them got annoyed and decided not to do such a laborious and unprofitable thing again.
Is it ridiculous? You can’t just get married, and once you have a wife (or husband) you should fulfill your duties and not go for the red herrings and such; then conversely, people who like to have a fling and look for a good time shouldn’t get married, lest we all get upset.
I’ve seen the woman who was rumored to be having an affair with my father, a disgusting image of a slutty, fat thug. Hopelessly, perhaps that was the extent of my father’s tastes; it is also highly likely that my father felt that he could not compete with his elegant and high-spirited mother and gave her up of his own accord-hence my repeated reminder that you can’t get married on the spur of the moment.
My mother had been quarreling with my father for a while, and her anger was so great and destructive that even I, as a bystander who had not been involved in the firefight, was deeply shocked. I witnessed my mom’s pain and had to grab her head, and immediately went to comfort her.
Mom leaned sadly on my shoulder and wept uncontrollably, soaking my sleeves. I soothed my grieving mother, and in my heart, I gritted my teeth and cursed my father’s bad behavior and that damned bitch.
I love my mom so much that I would never allow anyone to do her any harm. Despite the fact that, according to Freud, the father is the son’s love rival in the competition for the mother, I still do not give him permission to be the least bit unfaithful to the mother (originally, the son should have felt happy at this point in his life because he could get the chance to have the mother all to himself).
This emotion, which baffles myself, is human for a mother and son with a strong bond, but at the same time it’s very much like the kind of complexity found in a love triangle.
I was comforting my mother, who was crouching in my arms and crying bitterly, and experiencing feelings of both heartache and happiness, while in my mind I was plotting a way to get back at my father with unbridled anger. I took advantage of an opportunity when both of my parents were not at home, and force-raped that slutty bitch (refer to my poorly written book, “The Delivered Mature Girl”).
Little did anyone know that with this act of vengeance on my part, the bitch finally never dared to hook up with her father again, and obediently got the hell out of there. This is the first time I used sex to get back at my father. Later, my mom seemed to know about it, had mentioned it to me lightly, but was too scared by my furious reaction to ask more questions.
On one occasion, I took the opportunity to show my love to my mom by comforting her, kissing her passionately and holding her tightly in my arms.
Mom understood what I meant and pushed me away saying, “Don’t you dare! Are you going to bully me too?”
I almost cried as I looked at my mom’s beautiful face still covered in crystal tears, “Mom, I love you! Why would you rather be bullied by him than accept me?”
Mom angrily slapped me, looking at my red face and heartbroken immediately stroked me and sighed: “What do you want me to do ah?”
I hugged Mom again and apologized with deep kisses and caresses. Mom didn’t continue to object and obediently allowed me to soothe her, leaning into me and sobbing incessantly. She snuggled very meekly into my arms, and it was obvious from the helpless and loving look in her eyes that she waited for me to get her. For once mom was accepting me, but I couldn’t bear to get her for that. I let out the same long sigh of comfort and stopped forcing her. I realized that my mother had not really accepted me, and that she was using sex to get back at my father, and I was not interested in that kind of sex.
It’s strange that when our lover betrays us, the first reaction is always “sex” – just as when we see our lover having sex with someone else, we are devastated.
“Sex is selfish, love is selfish.
When private things are not respected, people compensate themselves and get back at others in the same way.
“A mother falls in love with her son.”
Under the pressure of my mother and I, my father was forced to give in and cut off contact with that woman, and my mother and father stopped fighting, and everything returned to normal. But it seemed to me that the rift between mom and father was irreparable, and could never be restored to their former closeness. I was very worried about their seeming separation, and I felt a depressing atmosphere permeating the home, but unfortunately there was nothing I could do about it.
Time rushed by and four years passed, I was 22 and my mom was 48. My infatuation with my mom grew with each passing day and never wavered. During this time, mom seemed to have suddenly regained the bounty of a young young woman and became radiant. She was still rather chubby, but had lost none of that shadow of youth that was leaping about.
I’m doubly surprised at how much my mom has changed and proud that she remains young at heart.
The father was distancing himself from mother and child, and he felt equally unwelcome and focused on work and socializing. If I was not at home, my mother would be very lonely and would have no one to communicate with and talk to. As I became more independent each day, it seemed as if there was even less to talk about between mother and son.
This was something I didn’t want to see, and I was determined to get to know my mom as well as I could, and to care for this lonely, charismatic, and beautiful woman. I’ve come to refer to my mom as “a woman” because she and I are more like a pair of adult friends than a simple, childish mother and son.
I then used to initiate conversations with my mom, letting go of my thoughts and learning, and talking about everything. Mom rejoiced in my maturity and was fascinated by my growing poise, for I spied everything in the warmth of her gaze when she looked at me.
I do housework with her in my spare time, while talking happily, that kind of harmonious scene is indescribable, the mood is enough to make the present day those who must say “mood” but empty and meaningless, elegant men and women can not be expected. What is love? That is a noble and elegant mood, a tacit and harmonious collocation, without the communication of the heart and rich connotation is simply not learn, at best, just some of the gold and jade outside, the formalization of the defeat in the imitation.
I was enjoying myself as if I were back in my childhood. Mom was also smart enough to not only just listen, but to give me pointers. This made me fall more and more in love with her – among all the girls and women I had dated, there was no one who could understand me and give me such guidance as my mom, her charm was unparalleled! What reason do I have not to love such a woman?
Gradually, my mother developed a spiritual attachment to me, and I often noticed that she would bow her head slightly and look at me with eyes out of focus, as if I were the whole of her life. There was a sweet smile on my mom’s face, imperceptible, as if it were the shyness and compassion of a young girl facing her lover for the first time.
I would purposely stop at this point and smile and say, “Mom, what are you smiling about?”
Mom then realized that she was completely intoxicated and blushed and said in a rush, “It’s nothing! You go on.”
I looked at her with a sly glance, smiled a heartfelt and warm smile, and continued to tell my opinions and do my chores. Mom would involuntarily stop and send me another affectionate glance, and her bright eyes would seem to grow on me.
It is a woman’s reliance and devotion to a man, and I can express the moment so clearly.
Because of my caring thoughtfulness and growing intellectual maturity, I have finally given my mom a whole new level of enjoyment.
How intoxicating this was compared to the foolish courtships of the past! My constant care in life and spiritual growth made my mother feel that she had been sheltered and cared for by a man, which is the most important pillar for a woman. Women in the deepest part of their minds, there is no man’s dependence and desire to be protected, the importance of the psychological, when she feels that the man around her is exactly so to treat her, she will throw you sincere gratitude and even all the love.
My concern for my mom doesn’t make me expect to get her, I just want to savor this fleeting moment of a better life – but honestly, if my mom had truly given me everything she had, right now I would be very excited to receive her love.
Once, I stood on the balcony and stared blankly, I don’t know when, mom came to me. Mom hugged my waist from behind, leaned her head on my shoulder, and asked with a soft smile, “Fool, what are you gawking at?”
I felt an overwhelming sense of tenderness and my breath caught involuntarily. I took my mom’s hands and brought them to my lips, kissing them deeply, then turned and wrapped my arms around her tender shoulders, pulling her to me. My body was hot, and such intimate contact had been rare after all.
I kissed my mom on the cheek and earlobe and she ducked slightly, pouting with a petulant smile, “Still so naughty!”
Looking at my mom’s shy expression, a strong desire rushed to my head, making me simply unable to hold on, and I really want to be one with my mom right now! Because I really love her too much! I used the hand holding mom to embrace her closer, inadvertently slipped through mom’s armpit, and felt mom’s plump and soft breasts.
Mom didn’t move, still talking to me tenderly, and I let go of her, taking her hands and gazing at her again.
Mom’s smile is the most beautiful flowers in the world, the heart is fascinated by me do not want to destroy this pure mood, trying to hold down the flames rising mom asked me softly, “What are you looking at? Fool? Don’t you recognize your mother?”
I seriously said, “Mom, you’re beautiful! If you go for beauty treatments and health care on a regular basis, no one will be able to tell you’re almost 50.”
Mom pouted happily, “Naughty boy, such a sweet mouth! When did you learn to court mom?”
I told the whole truth, and my mom laughed so fast at it.
Although I didn’t take the initiative, my mom’s favorable impression of me was certain. I often stared at my mom’s wonderful and beautiful whole body and repeatedly admired her, she attracted me like a goddess; and she always looked at me with affection, and touched my heart with the autumn waves that kept passing over. I never imagined that one day I would really win my mom’s love, something I never dreamed of in the past. Mutual care, understanding and tacit understanding for us to establish a good foundation, then need is “sex” this exciting exciting stimulant to catalyze, and then everything is water to the end.
My gaze on mom was getting hotter and hotter, and mom seemed to sense it, looking a little uncomfortable and satisfied at the same time. Mom may be proud of her attraction to her young son, but she also felt that she was also fascinated by her elegant and handsome son, which is a two-way combination. The two interdependent hearts, driven by the gradually stirring “sex”, became both nervous and excited, fearful and eager, full of fantasies and anticipation of what was to come.
I noticed that mom was dressing more and more beautifully, she was dressing for me, and she was enjoying the passive feeling of being stared at by my hot eyes. There was a bit of “visual rape” involved, and mom was probably enjoying the feeling of being “forced” by her beloved son, waiting contentedly for me to get her.
In a cool and mild autumn, after noon, mom changed a set of clothes: she wore a cream-colored embroidered short-sleeved T-shirt, with a pair of buttocks short legged slacks, washed the head of the ear short hair, look extra fine and fresh. Mom went to the balcony, I also gently came behind her, tenderly embraced her plump waist, kissed her neck. Mom didn’t refuse in any way, instead she slowly leaned her head and body against my chest. I noticed that mom closed her eyes and smiled as she let me caress her. My heart was beating wildly as my hands gradually swam up to caress mom’s breasts.
Mom got a little emotional and reached over to move her hand over my head and kiss my cheek. I looked at my mom’s slightly red lips, smelled a burst of orchid fragrance coming from my nose, more and more heart. Mom is like a sleepy, brightly colored begonias in general, soulful, inviting love, I can not help but bow my head to kiss her lips. Mom’s infinite tenderness to offer her cherry lips, while closing her eyes. When I kissed the mother that tender red hot lips, as if containing two pieces of ripe sweet fruit, can not taste, long unwilling to spit ……
After a long time, our lips parted in love. Mom was already intoxicated by the wonderland she had just experienced, leaning close to me, humming softly, her face flushed with peach color and her starry eyes slightly closed. When a woman does not love you, she will not have any indication of your courtship; but if a woman wholeheartedly devoted to you, she will take the initiative to offer her red lips for you to savor. I once again kissed my mom’s lips, this time we were incredibly excited to be one, the whole ten minutes, do not want to separate; we are in the passionate love each other feel each other’s body every moving place.
Mom gasped and leaned her head against my chest, breathing heavily, “Good boy, Mommy can’t get out of breath!”
I kissed her forehead and said, “Mom, you were so excited! I can’t even breathe with you gagging.”
Mom somewhat shy face buried in my arms …… now words are superfluous, as lovers in love so-called “this time no sound is better than sound”.
Finally, after a long period of time, my mom and I stripped naked and became one! I had been waiting for this moment for 500 years! I was guided by my mom to re-enter the birthplace that I had missed for so long – the Eden of my childhood, a warm and safe fortress full of endless fun. The excitement of revisiting the old place was so great that I couldn’t stop jumping for joy.
My mother, infected by my joy, also shouted with great excitement to welcome me as a wanderer back to my homeland. I played happily in the soft and tender paradise of my mother’s body, spreading my love little by little in the soil that gave birth to me.
Under my incessant pounding, my mom screamed in both pain and bliss as she had done when she gave birth to me, “Good boy, mommy’s giving you everything! Come on!”
My compassion for my mom turned even more into unbridled passion, launching my sprints harder and harder.
I longed to protect the woman that I loved so much by possessing my mom forever, I wanted her!
Just as she had gotten me completely! With a simultaneous cry of exaltation from both mother and son, we collapsed softly, leaning on each other and panting heavily. We continued to gallop on in our sexual climax, letting out every bit of our long pent up feelings, unable to tell if it was pleasure or pain, wanting nothing more than to burrow into each other’s bodies and possess our babies once and for all ……
When the love juices poured out, mom and I, no longer able to do anything, hugged each other and stared at each other from the tenderness that came through our exhaustion. Mom was so happy and miserable at the same time that she actually cried out – after all, misery and joy are brothers born of the same mother! I held the woman I loved most in life close to me, and let her hot tears flow over me. From now on, she was my woman, and no one could take her away from me.