Because I was the only one who knew that my own mother had given birth to a daughter for me.
This is a secret that only I know. The person who made my mother pregnant and gave birth to my sister was actually me, and I was my sister’s real biological father.
My mother is a piano teacher, and her job is to teach children how to play the piano in the piano classroom. Because of her job, my mother has always paid close attention to how she dresses. My mother was already very beautiful, with a clear face, elegant temperament, clear skin color, and a delicate figure, plus her height of 168 cm, she was even more elegant and attractive when wearing formal suits and high heels.
When I entered puberty I began to have a “sexual” interest in my mother. Whenever I saw my beautiful mother with her makeup on, wearing a narrow skirt, skin-colored stockings and black high heels, my penis could not help but become violently erect, and I had to masturbate several times in order not to be able to resolve my lust for her.
I gradually realized that I had a serious “Oedipus complex”.
After the second semester, I became more daring and used to sneak under the bathroom door when my mother was taking a shower to admire her “beauty in the bath”. My mother would take off her contact lenses before she showered, so she would never realize that there was a pair of eyes feasting on her under the door’s ventilation hole.
Whenever my mother was taking a bath and my father and sister were not at home, I would strip naked outside the bathroom door and admire my mother’s skin while jerking off, with only a door separating my naked mother from me. Until my mother’s body came close to mine, I would shoot my “love” for her through the air vent.
There have been a few times when my mother stood very close to the door, and the semen I shot through the vent had even sprayed up her calves, but fortunately the hot water that kept raining down on my mother didn’t let her feel that it was also warm semen that was flowing down her legs. p]Although my mother’s body had already been in contact with my semen, I wasn’t satisfied, and the true desire of my heart was to go to bed with my beautiful mother and do it for real, leaving my semen inside of her! leaving my cum inside her.
Because my mother’s female body was so sexy and alluring, there were times when I almost couldn’t help but want to barge into the bathroom and possess my mother regardless, but in the end I held back. Not because of cowardice, but reason does not allow me to do this kind of rape of my own mother.
I knew that the only way to cure my Oedipus complex was for me to have access to my mother’s body, just once, so that I could taste what it would be like to enter and thrust inside her, and I would be satisfied. Only I knew very well that I would probably never get what I wanted.
But I didn’t realize that last April ……
Last April, I was a third year state student, just fifteen years old.
That day in class, I wasn’t paying attention at all. Because I couldn’t stop thinking about the way I saw my mother this morning when she left the house.
Mother is wearing a purple velvet suit today, with iron gray stockings and black high-heeled shoes, this make-up makes mother in the noble and elegant with a little mysterious, hot sexy, but also let me as a son can not help but thumping heart, I really want to be in front of the mother into the arms of the warmth.
I rushed home as soon as I finished my tutoring session that evening. Because I hadn’t had a chance to jerk off to my mother while she was in the shower for days, I hoped I would get the chance today.
Of course, at the time, I could never have imagined that after half an hour I would be able to hold my mother close and also impregnate her by accepting my semen.
Soon after I returned home, my mother returned as well. I couldn’t help but start my heart pounding after already thinking about my mother all day.
My mother, who was slightly powdered, asked softly if my dad and sister were back yet.
“None of them are back yet.” I replied. As my heart was filled with love for my mother, I couldn’t help but muster up the courage to say to her, “Mom, you’re so beautiful today.”
“Really?” Hearing her son’s praise, my mother looked pleased and said, “Why are you so sweet-mouthed today?” Of course my mother wouldn’t take my words as teasing, after all, I was her child and she would only think I was childish.
But my mother didn’t realize that my penis was already erect when I said that.
As my mother was taking off her high heels, I deliberately stood behind her so that I could admire the long legs in stockings under the narrow purple skirt. I couldn’t help but gulp, “Mom is 35 years old and her legs are still so long and beautiful.”
My lust for my mother was triggered again, and I couldn’t go through the day without jerking off to her.
After a while, my mother did change into a bathrobe and went into the bathroom, and I knew that my chance had come again. With only my underwear on, I quietly made my way from my room to the bathroom door.
I looked in through the vent hole, and my mother was undoing her bun, her cloudy swirls of hair spreading out all at once, and the way her hair was draped over her shoulders made her look even more flirtatious and attractive.
Then my mother slowly removed her bathrobe, and the beautiful scene once again? into my eyes. I felt my violently erect penis almost piercing through my panties.
Mother took off the collar around her neck again, and while I was expecting her to take off her bra and panties, the collar suddenly fell to the ground by accident, so Mother knelt down to pick it up. I was startled and hurriedly dodged away, it would be bad if my mother found out.
After a while, I ventured to look in again, and my mother was examining the necklace pendant to see if it was broken, before she stood up.
But as soon as the mother stood up, her whole body suddenly went limp and she then fainted on the bathroom floor.
My mother had fainted when she got up before, and the doctor said that she had “postural hypotension” and anemia, so she could not get up too quickly or she might faint.
I was shocked when I saw my mother faint, but then I remembered that she had been suffering from “postural hypotension.”
The fault. I turned the bathroom door handle in a hurry, the door was locked, but it was one of those flapper locks that you can turn with a coin, because? Hanging the door, I entered the bathroom.
I called out to my mother a few times and she didn’t wake up, so I picked her up and then picked her up whole.
As I embraced my mother’s smooth, soft body, I suddenly felt a sense of satisfaction that “beauty is in the embrace”.
Looking at the “beauty” in my arms, my mother seemed to be my prey. I had a lustful thought.
I carried my mother to her bedroom and gently laid her down on the bed.
Looking at my mother, who was nearly naked in front of me, I couldn’t help but hug her and kiss her. I remembered that last time my mother fainted when she woke up, and it seemed like it took 20 to 30 minutes for her to wake up, so if I seize this opportunity now, my mother will be mine.
When beauty is present, it’s hard to restrain the lust even for one’s own mother.
But this is incest. How can I offend my mother who loves me so much? And how can I end it if my mother suddenly wakes up?
Lust and reason were at war in my heart. She was not an ordinary woman, she was a mother who had given birth to me; but how could I, with my burning desire, not let out my rising semen at this time?
What little sanity I had left would never allow me to commit incest against my mother, so I said to myself, “I’m not going to “get in.”
Inside my mother, I just caressed and kissed her a little and squirted my cum all over her.
(It’s just that I underestimated the power of sex in my youth.)
I finally stretched out my slightly trembling hands, first unclasping my mother’s bra, revealing her round and plump breasts, and then I reached out and pulled down my mother’s thin panties, which were only kang B. I never thought that one day I would be able to remove my mother’s bra and panties for her with my own hands.
When the pink cotton panties were pulled down from my mother’s waistline, the dark and shiny pubic hairs came into my eyes. I saw the place I’d always wanted to be in that thicket of pubic hair. It was the place where I was born, the place from which I was born fifteen years ago.
As soon as my mother’s pussy was in front of my eyes, sanity began to fall by the wayside.
I have never looked closely at my mother’s pussy, in the past, every time I peeped at my mother’s bath, my mother’s mysterious forbidden place is always “holding a pipa half cover”, and now I not only saw it, but also in such a close distance.
I removed the panties that had been faded to my mother’s knees and tossed them aside, my mother’s bright, snow-white female torso was now fully on display before my eyes.
“Haven’t you always loved your mother and now you can have her, how could you miss it? Besides, you’re in love with mother it’s not animalistic desire.”
“Mom! I really like you so much, I’m going to get you!”
In my eyes, my affectionate and amiable mother had turned into a woman of flavor, and I quickly removed my own underwear, revealing my hard and looming male symbol to my mother.
We, mother and son, were already naked, and I couldn’t help myself as I looked at my mother’s delicate and charming feminine curves and soft, smooth skin; I got on the bed and was going to start violating my mother.
The next few minutes were some of the quickest and most memorable of my life.
Sexually impulsive, I boldly reached out my arms to embrace my mother, hugging her hot, womanly jade body as I pressed up against her, and my prick pressed up against her pussy, eyeing it right in the face.
I was shaking with nervousness, both that Dad and Sis would suddenly return and that my mother would now awaken.
If my mother wakes up now, I will not be able to explain to my mother whether or not I have inserted the same, things have come to this point, there is no turning back, only to move forward, so that the raw rice quickly cooked rice.
I started wolf-kissing my mother, from her cheeks, her pink neck, her shoulders to her breasts, her white and smooth skin, it was so good.
My mouth covered my mother’s red lips again, kissing her and smelling her hair. My hands also began to caress her, enjoying the tenderness of my mother’s skin, my left hand rubbed my mother’s breasts; my right hand stroked up and down my mother’s long, beautiful legs that I had been coveting for so long, so smooth.
I kissed my mother’s tender white jade hand again, and when I caressed my hot rod with her elegant piano playing fingers, my rod suddenly rose even thicker. I couldn’t do it without thrusting.
Lusting to invade my mother’s most precious jade door, I opened both of my mother’s thighs and lifted her legs up against my right and left shoulders, leaving her pussy wide open. My cock came to the opening of my mother’s vagina, my genitals and my mother’s finally made contact for the first time, and with a single thrust, my huge glans spread my mother’s labia minora to the left and right. Insertion! At first there was a “sliding in” sensation, but soon my glans was already being swallowed by my mother’s vagina.
My mother’s vagina was so tight that I had to push hard to keep thrusting, the glans continued to push inward, right up to the cervix, and my penis finally entered completely, and my mother and I were already tightly intertwined.
I was inside my mother! I couldn’t believe what was happening in front of me was real! I felt my mother’s body heat through my penis, and it turned out to be so soft and warm inside my vagina.
This familiar place from fifteen years ago, fifteen years later I’m back, back with a penis I’ve grown and thrived on.
My waist began to exert force, using my strong and thick penis to pump my most beloved mother, and she did the most primitive instincts of living creatures – sexual intercourse. As my mother and I began to rub our genitals against each other, an unprecedented wave of pleasure helicoptered up, and I couldn’t help but curse myself for being so dull in the past, that with such earthly enjoyment, I had held back until today to put it into action.
I held my mother tightly, kissing her, vigorously thrusting her vagina, I thrust faster and faster, more and more violently. My glans kept hitting my mother’s uterus hard, and my scrotum kept hitting my mother’s labia majora, and I didn’t care if my mother would wake up from my “hitting”.
There was even a bit of hope in my subconscious that my mother would awaken at this point, because I also wanted to show her how much I adored her, and it would have been even more pleasurable to pump her and pamper her in front of her.
Spurt after spurt of warm cum hit my mother’s cervix and vaginal walls, each ejaculation a more arousing orgasm. I hit the end and the cum finally became oozing out, all of my cum having been ejaculated to my mother.
“Mother and I are already married, mother is already mine!” I couldn’t help but reveal a satisfied smile at the thought.
I give my mother a soft kiss on the cheek, like a husband doting on his wife. Then I let go of my mother and let my penis exit my mother’s body. I saw some white slimy liquid at the opening of my mother’s vagina, it was my semen, I hurriedly took toilet paper to wipe it off, my mother had fainted for twenty minutes, she would wake up at any time now, I had to move fast.
Suddenly a thought came into my mind, how would my mother react if she knew I had possessed her?
I just need to keep hugging my mother now, and when she wakes up and naturally realizes what I’ve done to her, I’ll be able to go along with it and pour out to my mother the words that I’ve been hiding deep in my heart all these years. But would my mother understand? Will she accept my feelings for her? Will she even disown me as her son?
I originally thought that my “Oedipus complex” would be solved after I “got my wish”, but in fact it was not so, because my “Oedipus complex” was not just a longing for my mother’s body, and having my mother only gave me some “comforting” satisfaction. However, this is not the case, because my “Oedipal Complex” is not just a desire for my mother’s body, and having my mother is just a way for me to get some “comforting” fulfillment, and my love for my mother will not change in any way.
Maybe what I really wanted was not just to have my mother’s person, but her heart.
“Should I let my mother know? Should I confide in my mother?” It was quite risky, yet I was tempted to take the risk because I really had a lot to say to my mother.
But at that moment I heard a noise downstairs, and it seemed that someone was coming back. I couldn’t help but start to panic and hurriedly put my mother’s bra and panties back on, then covered her with the quilt before grabbing my own panties and rushing back to my room to get dressed.
The person who came back was my sister, and I heard her looking for my mother. After a while she came up the stairs.
A few minutes later, I went back to my mother’s bedroom and she was already awake and my sister was there. As soon as my sister saw me, she said, “How could you?”
I looked at my mother and she looked at me, this was bad, did she already know?
Under the gaze of my mother and sister, I was really embarrassed and was about to deny it to the death when my sister continued, “I can’t believe you weren’t there to take care of mom even when she fainted.”
So that’s what it says. It scared me.
My mother looked a little weak as she asked me, “Did you help mom to her room?”
My voice was still a little shaky, “Oh, yes, yes, yes.” I didn’t do it with a hold though, I did it with a hug.
Surprised, my mother asked, “Why do you seem to be in a panic?”
“Wow, I… I was worried about mom.” I said.
“Don’t worry, mom is fine, mom just has low blood pressure to do that.” The mother said, “How long was I out?”
I said, “Maybe half an hour.” I began to make up a story about how I had helped my mother back to her room because I realized that she had gone into the bathroom for a long time without coming out, and no one had answered the door when I knocked on it, only to find that she had fainted.
I don’t know if my “rampage” just now had made my mother feel something strange in her body. I asked tentatively, “Mom, how do you feel now?”
“Still a little groggy ……,” said my mother, pressing lightly on the small of her back again, “and my stomach is a little weird too.”
I don’t think my mother would feel good enough to say in front of her own children even if she thought her private parts would hurt, and she certainly wouldn’t think that the painful sensations in her belly and private parts were my doing.
Since that day, I’ve been trying to find an opportunity to profess my love to my mother and tell her that she and I already have a relationship other than mother and son, however, my mother’s pregnancy has put me off.
After a month or so, my mother began to experience diarrhea and wanted to vomit all the time. Then my father and I accompanied my mother to the hospital for a checkup, and she was indeed pregnant. Although my father had gotten a ligation after giving birth to my sister and me, the doctor said that the ligation was not 100% safe and that it was not to be wondered at.
But in the back of my mind I wondered, “Could it be my child that my mother is carrying?”
After my father accompanied my mother out of the clinic, I heard the nurse ask the doctor, “It’s been fifteen years since the ligature was put in place, and it hasn’t been born in fifteen years, so now instead it will be born again?” The doctor thought for a moment and said, “…… This …… is indeed quite rare, and I do find it very strange.”
So it was indeed my child that my mother was carrying, and I had made my mother pregnant! When I saw my mother’s frequent fits of joy in the early stages of her pregnancy, and then her belly grew bigger and bigger every day, I felt a rather proud sense of accomplishment in my heart.
It has been fifteen years since my mother gave birth to me. During my mother’s pregnancy, I accompanied her to pick out some baby products, and I often stayed by her side to listen to her teach the fetus in her womb.
To this year, my mother has given birth to a daughter for me, from pregnancy to nursing, this more than a year, looking at the mother carefully cared for their children’s motherly image, my Oedipus complex, although not completely unraveled, but at least will not be full of carnal thoughts.
If you really love your mother, don’t let her know what happened that evening, and keep this secret in my heart.