(Repost) A night that changed this family

On a summer rainy night, the sky was clear, and a few stars were silently acCompanying a cool moon; but tonight I left School early because I felt uncomfortable. When I got Home, I accidentally found the door of my mother's room. Hidden, a strange sound came from inside the room, like a dog squeaking when it drinks water. Listen attentively. Only vague, intermittent bursts of heavy Moaning were heard, as if a seriously ill person was lying on the bed groaning, followed by bursts of dizzying creaking and shaking of the big bed. sound. But my father passed away many years ago, and I felt a sense of humiliation in my mind. My mother was too restless, and she betrayed my father! But curiosity made me slowly approach the door, and I was stunned for a moment! There were two sweaty men inside, naked in the room. What I never expected was that the naked man... was actually him! my husband! He was riding my mother and moving like crazy! He was like a hungry tiger preying on a sheep, and there was a sound when the two of them had sex, while my mother was lying on her back on the bed, her lower body was naked, her upper body was half-undressed, revealing a large bra, but it was also half-covered. My husband was lying on top of my mother. , hugged her mother tightly, and kept exerting force on her lower body. His mother squirmed beneath him, humming dreamily. Watching my husband move his buttocks, faster and harder, both of them were trembling, and I was trembling too. After my husband pumped her again and again, and fucked her dozens more times, she suddenly stopped. After coming down, the whole room became silent. Through the crack in the door, I saw my husband lying on top of my mother, just panting. After a while, I got up and pulled out his penis. I saw that his penis was wet, and their sweat and Semen had soaked the bed sheet, which was alluring. The spring scenery completely appeared in front of my eyes. I didn't speak for a long time, but my mind was blank... Oh my God! I'm crushed! Just the day before, in this same Home, in my room, I also let out the same forgetful moan that my mother just made from my husband's body. And today, he actually took possession of my mother's body, that is my biological mother! His Mother-in-law! I feel ashamed, I don’t know how they could develop to this point, there is no way he can even fuck my mother! He is despicable! I hate him so much! But how should I face it? what do I do? ...I walked to the street alone. From the colorful scene at first, to seeing that every house had turned off their lights and gone to bed, my heart became cold. I don't know why, but I was just thinking about the two bodies tossing and turning on the bed just now. I just knew it couldn't be like this! One is my mother and the other is my husband. They can't do this. They betrayed mOrality, betrayed the Family, and did things they shouldn't have done? I thought wildly and fearfully. Although it was a little disgusting, what could I do? I can't get a divorce, why? I don't know either! because? Maybe it’s because I still need a husband and a Home that feels like Home, and my children still need a father! Maybe I don’t want to spend my days alone in my empty boudoir. When I returned Home feeling tired, they all went back to their rooms to sleep, but as soon as I entered the door,My husband hugged me tightly from behind and kissed my earlobe gently. He blew into my ear in a low voice, and I quickly turned around and pushed him away. I really didn't know whether my mood was cold or hot, and I couldn't tell the difference. I had no choice but to tell him that I was very tired today, so I pushed my husband away and slept on the side of the bed. I don’t know how long I slept, or whether I fell asleep? I don’t know when he got into my bed? My husband began to gently caress my slightly fat but firm ass. At first I felt uncomfortable, but he held me tightly and rubbed his lower body against my butt through his pants. I tried to speak, but for some reason, I couldn't make a sound. , my husband’s hot lips kissed me deeper and deeper. When I tried to struggle again, my husband’s hands hugged me tighter and tighter... Oh my God! I couldn't resist the man in front of me. His lips were already on my neck like fire. I could only sigh with my throat. Maybe I was still his Wife and he had the right to possess me! So I gave up... I decided to give up the fight with my body. As the saying goes, I was reluctant to return to Wushan several times. By the time I regained consciousness, he had already taken off my pants and laid them on the ground. My husband finally thrust his already thick penis into my hole from behind. What else can I say? You can only be at his mercy! I lay on the bed with my eyes closed and my hands tightly grasping the sheets under me. He left his penis in my Vagina and began to thrust slowly in and out. I don't know why, but I actually moved along with my husband's movements. What's even more hateful is that my originally disgusted mood, just when he came in and out, actually rubbed out my physical desires bit by bit, I slowly opened my eyes and looked at my husband who was still lying on top of me in the mirror. I watched him thrust slowly, every stroke to the end. My husband thrust very hard, and I felt the sensation in my heart and screamed at the same time. stand up. My husband, who was lying on top of me, was rising and falling faster and faster, and his breathing was getting heavier and heavier. Finally, after a period of shaking, he lay still on top of me. My husband's hot Semen also squirted into my Vagina. Finally, he turned over tiredly, slipped out of my lower body, and lay paralyzed on the bed, sleeping beside me like a dead pig. After a night, their clothes were thrown on the side of the bed. I used my hands to support myself and tried to sit up. As soon as I tried hard, I felt a slight pain in my lower body, and sticky stuff dripped out from between my legs. I took out toilet paper and carefully covered the place where my husband and I had sex. Rubbing the Vagina a few times. At this time, looking at my husband's SMelly mucus from last night flowing out of my Vagina, and then looking at my husband next to me, I know that maintaining such a Home requires willpower and is not easy. I obviously saw it, but I I can only pretend to be indifferent. My sad tears fell one drop at a time... I will never forget that cold night... A dark morning, it was still this Home, the door was closed, the curtains in the room were low, and a young man not far away Lying on the bed with her lower body naked, a woman was sitting on the floor in a disheveled shape. There was a mess under the bed.There were tissues all over the floor. A strong fishy SMell hit the nose, and everyone wanted to know what happened in the house. Yes. The man on the bed is not someone else, and the woman underground is not someone else, so what is their relationship? And what happened to them? ...that's another story. More than ten years have passed by and I am now in my 40s. Six years ago, I was in poor health and retired from the factory early. Immediately afterwards, my mother died of illness, and my ex-husband abandoned me and the Family and ran away with another woman. At that time, my children were still young, my son was in junior high School, and my daughter was still breastfeeding. It was so pitiful. It was not easy for me to bring them up. My son is also very sensible and always thinks of me when he has something delicious to eat. I had no money to send him to college, so my son entered society right after graduating from technical secondary School. He relied on his own efforts to find a good job in the telecommunications industry in another city, and supported this shaky Home. When he came Home on his 19th birthday, the Company happened to give him a large bonus. We, mother and son, were very excited and drank a lot. He was lying on the bed leaning against me and talking to me. I thought he had drunk too much, so I didn’t blame him. I was so happy to see my son grow up that I hugged him on the forehead and kissed him a few times. Who would have thought that this time he would get into trouble. My son became a little unruly. At some point, his hands slipped into my clothes and he dug under my body. I noticed something was wrong and glared at him. His body pressed down heavily and he ignored my scolding. I was a little scared, but I knew it in my heart, but my whole body was weak and unable to stop it. I just shouted in a panic: "What...what are you doing...don't want it! I'm your mother! Stop it...don't...". My begging had no effect at all, and my son roughly pulled down my Underwear. I really struggled, but I had also been a widow for many years, and my thoughts were confused after drinking. My shame was not strong enough, and my attitude was not firm enough... Only when an unusual feeling entered my body did I realize that I still had the ability to pronounce it. function. "No -", before he could say the word "yes", his face was covered by the horns. In this way, I lost my Virginity to my son. When I woke up the next day, I found out that the person pressing on me was my child. I was stunned. I couldn't believe it was true. I burst into tears, "Ugh...your father is doing mischief outside. What hope do I have in this life? Ugh...don't I just hope that you will work hard and be successful? You actually...do such a shameless thing Things...you've already studied so far...". The child also felt very regretful and knelt down to beg me for forgiveness. Although it was because of drinking, after what happened, my son felt ashamed to see me and only came back from the Company once a month to give me living expenses. The days went by day by day. Later, when I was cleaning the room, I accidentally saw an entry in my son's diary, and I realized that what happened that night was not accidental. I also had a lot of responsibility. The child wrote in his diary: I started remembering things when I was very young. Dad and grandma are more casual when mom is not at Home. Grandma often wears only an undershirt and shorts to do housework at Home in the summer. One day, I discovered a secret in my mother's bedroom. I saw my father riding on my grandma, and occasionally I heard her Moaning in pain.I was not yet old enough to understand sex, so I thought my father was bullying my grandma. But I was too timid at the time to sue my mother. Later, after hearing more about it, I became accustomed to it. Once, my father noticed me squatting at the door, but he didn't care. Instead, my grandma gave me a piece of candy and asked me what I heard. I stupidly asked her if she was sick, and grandma laughed and said nothing further. They ignored the existence of the 5-year-old boy, but this incident had a great impact on me. I have been very interested in sex, especially my mother's sex, since I was in the fifth grade of elementary School. I would go to bed very late every night, waiting to eavesdrop on my parents having sex, and then masturbate myself. I often wake up in the morning and see several wads of toilet paper lying on the ground in their house. The white wads of paper are particularly conspicuous on the black ground. That's why I became interested in their sex life. Through eavesdropping, I learned that my parents’ sex life was not harmonious. My father had premature ejaculation, but he particularly liked it, while my mother didn’t like it. I listened to what they said when they had sex, and sometimes it was because my father was too rough. , sometimes because he ejaculated too early. My dad likes to drink, and after drinking too much, he likes to touch my mom's Vagina, even when I'm around. Maybe he thinks I'm still young. But my mother hated his hands. Once, when they were watching TV, I hid outside the room and peeked, and saw my father put his hand into my mother's Underwear, picking at it from time to time. Suddenly my mother opened his hand and said : "Do you know how much it hurts?" Another time, my father drank too much at night. When he came back, I was woken up by their quarrel. "Let's do it once!" "No, not these days." "Why? "No?" "Why do you mean it, you heartless..." "Wasn't it possible before?" "It was in the past, but not now!" Then I heard them pulling, then my mother's whimpering, and finally, My mother said with an angry voice: "Here you are, here you are, okay, come on!" After a while, I heard my father's chirping voice... After I entered junior high School, I heard less of it. Because I lived on campus, I still heard it once on Saturday. I slept very late that day, and it was summer. My mother was sleeping next to me, and my mother and I slept in the living room because it was cooler there. After I pretended to sleep, I heard my father Calling: "Ping, Ping!" My mother waited for a while, then got up and went into their room. I then got up. Because it was dark, I could only see through the light. a little. I heard my mother say: "Are you thinking about it again today?" Dad: "Yes!" "I didn't drink today. If this happens in the future, I will make you feel comfortable." "Okay, I will definitely do it in the future." "Wait a minute and watch my son sleep. Are you gone?" I lay down immediately, and then my mother came out. I squinted and saw that her nightgown had reached her waist, and she had nothing on between her legs, only a black patch. She looked at it and went in. "I'm asleep, please be gentle and don't wake me up." After I got up, I leaned against the door. "Oh, stop touching, come in. Don't worry, I'll lie down." Then I heard my father say something, and then I heard them both gasp. Then my mother said: "Be a little less energetic, I'm in the belly right now..." "Okay, I'll be gentle!" "Okay now, come in!" At this time, I slowly poked my head around and saw that the blanket was very high through the light outside, and I gasped with my father's breathing. Voluptuous. My mother would make a sound of "Huh, Huh!" from time to time. About four minutes later, mother said: "...Yes...that's it...a little while longer...he kisses daddy..." Dad said: "I'm almost there..." mom: "just a little while..." But then my father gasped quickly, moved faster, and then stopped and breathed a sigh of relief. Dad didn't speak. With the sound of "get up", I heard my mother push my father away. Then I heard the sound of taking toilet paper, and then heard the sound of "chichi". I thought it was probably my mother wiping. Then there was a "pop" sound from her Vagina, and I saw a ball of white stuff fall to the ground. "I went to sleep outside!" When I heard this, I ran back to the mat and lay down. Then my mother came out. I squinted and saw her tying up her skirt, holding toilet paper in one hand and covering her Vagina. She came next to me and sat down. Then she let out a long sigh and lay down. I looked at her secretly. I saw that she did not put down her skirt, but left her belly naked. The place where there used to be black hair was now covered by a ball of toilet paper... Soon I got a younger sister, but my parents broke up... ． ． ． ． ． ． ． ． ． ． ． ． ． ． ． ． ． ． ． ． ． ． ． ． ． ． ． ． ． ． ． ． ． When I saw this, I couldn't hold it back anymore and tears burst into my eyes. Oh my God, this is life. During the time when we were separated from our son, life gradually returned to calm, but both of us were under heavy psychological pressure. The son's departure made this Home even more deserted. My daughter and I were having a really hard time. The neighbors gradually began to gossip about me, saying that I was a lonely weirdo. Many boring people often teased me. I could only hide in bed late at night and cry secretly. Misfortune soon struck again. That day, I was the only one at Home. Old man Zhang from downstairs came to collect the water and electricity bill, and I went into the back room to get the money. Unexpectedly, this guy had evil intentions, quietly closed the door, and desperately hugged me from behind... When I realized my situation and was about to resist, my hands were tightly fixed by his wolf claws, and his other hand was tearing at my lower body unreasonably... He showed his jumping knife, and I was scared. With a shiver, he took the opportunity to push me down on the sofa... His hands neatly unbuttoned my clothes... A gasping sound was heard in my ears... My breasts popped out... My first reaction was to turn sideways, but there was no match for this old pervert. Several times of encouragement were in vain. A thin body and two powerful legs pressed firmly against my body, making the bones There was an unbearable pain. It’s over! The panties were torn off! My second reaction was biting. I opened my mouth several times without aiming. The broad and powerful jaw always fixed my head. At the same time, the unpleasant SMell of SMoke was spitting out from the big mouth like a wine barrel. It’s over! It’s over! It's all over! I jerked my right hand away and grabbed a handful of the place where the SMell of SMoke was coming from. I was exhausted... When he got up from me, he threatened me fiercely.He threatened me and said that if I dared to call the police, he would ask his son to lead people to kill my whole Family - his son is a well-known gangster in our community. I was scared and angry, and cried until my voice became hoarse. I could only bite the sleeves of my clothes... Old man Zhang left. I curled up in the bathtub and scrubbed my body desperately, but no matter how much I washed, I couldn't wash away the dirt on my body. . I feel like an outcast from society, even someone like this can insult me! But my son was not around, and there was a lonely woman dragging a six or seven-year-old girl. I could only swallow my anger and cry alone. After a serious illness, I couldn't bear the current life anymore. I went to the Company to find him, but I didn't dare to tell him about it because I was afraid that he would look down on me. My son had already bought a two-bedroom apartment near his Company, and my daughter and I followed suit, staying away from that sad mining area. When I arrived in a strange new city, I realized that he had worked hard in the past two years and made a lot of money through stock trading. He said that I had suffered so much for him and it was time for me to enjoy the blessings. He also said that he would buy a bigger house when he has more money in the future. I finally settled down. I was used to living a life of poverty and poverty. Facing my new Home, I was really uncomfortable at first. But my son finally came back to me, and he was still the same as before, and I felt a little relieved. But what disturbs me is that we seem to be a burden to him. To save money, I boarded my daughter at School. But the most difficult thing for my son is his personal problems. He has never had an official girlfriend. He suffered emotional setbacks again and again. The girls in the city not only had high demands on the Family's financial conditions, but even disliked him for being the son of a miner. He gradually became disillusioned with starting a Family and marrying a Wife. There was a time when the child was emotionally unstable. His work and life pressure seemed too great. He often didn't come Home at night, or he would get very drunk and come back SMelling of alcohol. One day after taking a nap, he didn't go to work as usual, but came to my room and said he wanted to "sleep" with me. When I first heard these words, out of the little "self-esteem" that a mother or a woman had left, I slapped my son in the face, but I immediately regretted it. My thoughts became very chaotic, and I could understand my son's distress: in the mining area, he was already married and had children at his age, but now he is still single. His father was like a wolf at this time and wanted to swallow me up. Anyway, we, mother and son, have already missed each other once. I am now a lot older, and I am no longer a clean woman... I am a little shaken and don't know what to do. But when I thought about being at Home in broad daylight... I suddenly felt nauseated and sore, and the shame surged up again, and I covered my face and started sobbing. The son was a little scared, said a few soft words and left quietly. When I left the room, I found that my son was not there. There were cigarette butts everywhere in the living room. I didn’t know what it was like to feel sour and bitter. I seemed to see my son quarreling with those naughty girls, so depressed that he went crazy with discomfort, and I seemed to see my son contracting AIDS after going to Prostitutes outside... My son came back after dark, and I prepared dinner and was waiting for him. He noticed that I was no longer angry and felt relieved. During the meal, my son timidly apologized, but I didn't say anything. After a while, I plucked up the courage and said, "In the evening... "You can come over and sleep tonight...", the voice was so low that it was almost inaudible. My son looked at my expressionless face hesitantly. I ate very slowly, occasionally making eye contact with him, and then immediately lowered my head. I was originally a typical Chinese woman who abided by tradition and was cautious. When I was young, I would blush at my husband's loving behavior. However, after some experiences, my son and I became a little numb. I don’t want to think about it anymore, just let it be. At night, I made the bed, slowly took off my clothes and lay down to wait for him. I didn't think about what was about to happen. I tried hard to find some irrelevant content in my mind, hoping that the time would pass as soon as possible. After my son took a shower, he opened the door and carefully got into my bed... I closed my eyes, my body heaved under him, and I took deep breaths from time to time, trying to calm myself down. From his son's clumsy and greedy kiss. I know he has never really been intimate with a girl. I suddenly felt that my son was very pitiful. When she was the age of her son, she was already a mother. In the darkness, I kept asking myself: Is this true? Is it really my son who is touching me? Is he really kissing my face? I recalled the look of that adorable little guy in the past, but now...my face feels so hot...just when I was distracted, my son had already fumbled to unbutton my pajamas and pushed my bra up. Lifting it up, he gently kneaded the breasts that had nursed him with his hands, biting them gently with his mouth, and licking them back and forth with his tongue... This time I almost died of embarrassment. Reasonably, I told myself that I should stop my son at all costs, and I really didn’t want to have sex with my son. My son’s caressing could not make me feel lustful. But my love for my son made me so confused that I couldn't stop being cruel. When our eyes met, his eyes destroyed the last line of defense in my heart. At the moment when I made up my mind, I calmed down and silently let my son in. My son's hot body, the close embrace, and the clumsy and passionate kiss made me feel so strange and yet so familiar. Sometimes my son's recklessness inevitably causes me pain, but I endure it, as if I have returned to the painful and happy moment of becoming a mother for the first time. I couldn't help but hug my son tightly. What's scary is that after feeling like I had completely betrayed my husband in body and soul, I felt a faint sense of revenge-like Pleasure in my heart. After everything was over, we, mother and son, put on our clothes silently. My son was ashamed and ashamed at this time. He glanced at me secretly. I must have been flushed as well. My body trembled for a moment. Then I opened my eyes slightly, sighed quietly, and said as calmly as possible: "Let it go. mom doesn’t blame you, I really don’t blame you. Just pretend that nothing happened. Go to bed, otherwise it will be bad if you can’t get up tomorrow!” The son let out a sigh of contentment and fell asleep soon. Go, but I stayed up all night. When I woke up in the morning, I couldn't believe that all this was real. It felt like a dream. After this time, things became more and more out of control. Every few weeks, especially at night, he would inevitably push open my door quietly... I always had thoughts and obstacles in my mind. I know that feelings of guilt and ambivalence also acCompanyson, he felt sorry for me but couldn't control himself. What the hell is wrong with us? A year later, we finally adapted to this kind of life and our relationship became routine. Every day when he comes Home, I will help him open the door, put things away, undress, and often sleep together at night. We also have sex once or twice a week. Then one Sunday, he took me to the street and said he wanted to buy me something. When we came to the jewelry store, I refused to go in at first. After his persuasion and the clerk's greeting, I reluctantly walked in. He wanted to buy a ring for me and asked me if it was okay. I was a little uneasy and said, "You can figure it out." When I was about to give him the money, I bargained with the clerk again and actually saved several hundred Dollars. When I got Home, he hugged me and sat on the sofa, took out the ring, and I even became shy. Another thing that is hard for me to talk about is that my sitting posture has changed unknowingly. In the past, like many middle-aged women, I sat down with my thighs slightly crossed, my body straight, and my hands at my sides. But today, he lowered his head slightly, closed his legs, and folded his hands to caress his knees. This kind of body language is not intentional. It reflects my inner world. I have completely regarded my son as my support. I am not like the mother who always scolded him with a straight face. Especially when he took my hand and put the ring on my fingers that were rough from years of hard work, words could no longer describe the expression on my face. At that moment my heart was beating so hard! I did not explain the meaning of that ring at the time, and to this day, but we both knew it. At least they will think that way: This is like the "engagement ring" for our mother and son. Later, I slept with him. It was the most enjoyable and SMoothest sex we've had since our relationship. With a gentle tug from him, I stood up quickly, looking like a young girl. We walked to the bedroom close to each other, SMiling knowingly from time to time. When I reached the door, I paused, closed the door, and then walked with him to the bed, hugging and kissing. He untied my coat and didn't speak for a long time. Apparently he found that I had changed into the new Underwear he bought for me - in the past, I used to make my Underwear from old cloth. He may understand how I feel about being a mother. Underwear is not very sexy, what is sexy is the mother's heart: son, I already belong to you. I SMiled sheepishly and we kissed again. Pieces of Underwear were falling like leaves in the wind, but he was still wearing a suit and ties. When I saw my well-dressed son in the mirror, holding my naked mother in my arms, I felt an unprecedented excitement and excitement. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the caresses and kisses my son gave me. After letting him touch it for a while, I stood up straight, looked at the child with some embarrassment, lowered my head and gently untied his tie, and removed my son's shirt. When I was taking off his pants, I couldn't help but feel a little shy, so I had to hug him again and put my breasts against his chest. He put one leg on the bed, put one of my thighs on his lap, put his arm around my waist, and kissed me. I opened my eyes and whispered, "The bed is dirty." He SMiled and didn't care at all. After all, it was not him who washed the sheets, but my mother, so I felt more sorry for him than he did. I took off my legs, knelt down to untie his shoes, took off his leather shoes, then stood up and put my arms around his waist. This is probably the ring worth more than 3,000 yuan.Does it work? I laughed at myself and thought: In fact, my current mother is no different from a Prostitute. It’s just that the first time I have more meat money, I don’t need to give it to her in the future. of course, thinking this way is also subconscious nerve stimulation and has no other meaning. In the following year, the need for sex between us gradually increased, but it was impossible for me to be so free in the mining area. The new lifestyle just filled this gap. We are mother and son, even if we spend a lot of time alone, we will not be suspected... After taking off my shoes, I led him hand in hand to the bed. At that time, we didn't say anything, but took off each other's clothes. , sitting relatively kneeling. I resisted his kiss, but embraced his hands. He put his hand on the waistband a few times and looked at me. I understood what he meant and loosened the belt of his Underwear for him. We were naked immediately, and I still remember one detail. We carefully placed our clothes on the stool beside the bed, instead of throwing Underwear all over the floor like in Hong Kong movies. At this time, I was too embarrassed to move, so I knelt there and looked down at the bed. He went up and hugged me, and I put my hands under my son's arms to caress his body. He lay down and stretched out his hand to pull me, wanting me to lie on top of him, but I didn't immediately understand what he meant this time. I lay sideways next to him, so he had to turn around, and I turned around and lay on my back. When he went down, I spread my legs and everything worked together perfectly. My son entered my Vagina easily this time. This was the first time that mother and son had sex in a brightly lit place. I closed my eyes tightly and didn't dare to look at him. I held his waist with my thighs and held his neck tightly with my hands. He thrust very gently, and I occasionally opened my mouth and let out a silent breath. After all, I gave birth to him, and our reproductive organs work well together. When he thrust harder, my body would shake involuntarily. I was taking deep breaths again, and he patted me gently to indicate to relax. When my son ejaculated, my whole body tightened and I clung to him until I relaxed a minute after he ejaculated. We were very close to each other during dinner. There was nothing to say, just looking at each other and SMiling from time to time. In my entire life, I never had as many SMiles as I do today. After a year, our enthusiaSM has waned, but we are still harmonious. What I was most worried about was contraception, and he refused to wear a condom, so I had to insist on taking the pills. Later, when he got a girlfriend, I wouldn't let him touch me. What makes me happy now is that my daughter has been admitted to a university outside the province. The son also became a Family. I returned to my motherly self and refused to let my son even kiss me for fear of being seen. One time when my Wife was in the Bathroom, he secretly said to me, "Don't wear Underwear." I glared at him and asked, "Why?" My son found it very boring. Another time during dinner, my Wife went to the kitchen and he touched my thigh secretly. I was so scared that I almost dropped the bowl on the floor. I scolded him in a low voice: "Are you crazy?" Sometimes, my son would sneak out while working. Me, I had to reluctantly agree, but every time I was in a hurry, he couldn't enjoy it to the fullest. Occasionally, when my daughter-in-law is on a business trip or there is a group activity in the Company, I will just push her away and satisfy my son on the spot. I am almost fifty after allHe is now 18 years old, with many wrinkles on his face, a lot of silver threads in his hair, and his breasts are beginning to sag. There is also a lot of fat in the lower abdomen, always as if she is three months pregnant. Although compared with women of the same age, she is well-maintained, but compared with her young and beautiful daughter-in-law, she is far behind. But somehow, my son is still very obsessed with me. Perhaps because he likes excitement, his mother's shortcomings caused by old age have become advantages in his eyes. He doesn't dislike me at all, but is a little proud. He is having sex with his own mother! Also, every time I sleep with him, I do it the traditional way. Since we had Incest between mother and son, I felt very frustrated and concerned about his attitude towards me. What I don't like the most is that he wants me to lie down on the bed and then fucks me like a dog from behind. My son wanted me to imitate the role of a heroine in a movie, but I told him that he shouldn’t imitate that kind of bitch. At this time, I felt very inferior. No matter how cheap someone is, they are not cheap enough to sleep with their own son. of course this should never be said. I thought that the sexual intercourse between our mother and son would decline over time like a normal couple does, and eventually become non-existent, but it turned out not to be the case. I think it's the result of not being fully satisfied. In the past year, my son and I have had sex far more often than his Wife. We had sex more often in the kitchen than in bed, and right after get off work. Because my daughter-in-law sells vegetables, she usually gets Home half an hour later than my son, so he and I take advantage of this opportunity. At this time, I usually cut meat, wash rice, etc. in the kitchen. As soon as my son comes in, he goes directly to the kitchen. When I needed something, he would reach out and I would drop what I was doing, turn around and hug him, and then we would kiss and touch each other in the kitchen. I prefer to let him touch me and rarely take the initiative to touch him. While touching my son, he reached into my skirt and took off my Underwear, and pressed me against the kitchen wall... Conclusion: Although I have tasted some affection over the years, the psychological burden has not been completely lost. Down. Every time I go to bed and feel satisfied, what awaits me is always endless regret. Especially now that I have a grandson, I feel even more pressure. I even dream about my ancestors scolding me. But I still want to say that after experiencing too much pain, I now have an opinion. Because of my opinion, everything in the world will not have too great an impact on my son and me. Theoretically it's Incest, but in reality I took precautions to prevent pregnancy, so there's no harm to society due to confusing blood relationships. From a certain point of view, it's purely to meet physiological needs, just like eating and sleeping. There is no hindrance to my daughter-in-law, and there is no disrespect to my ex-husband. If my son goes to Prostitutes outside or I make mistakes outside, there will be social harm to the outside world, and there is the possibility of sexually tranSMitted diseases to myself. In fact, our mother and son are not perverted. The child has been neglected on sexual matters since he was a child. Later, he lost his father. He was young and vigorous, and I was a widow all the year round, so... Thinking about it, I have no idea about my mother's situation back then. new understanding. If you want to blame, blame his cruel father for the scandal and this cruel and realistic society. But he and I both knew that if this continued, it would harm this new Home. Now, we have all made up our minds to push! It’s to let you share more of my favorite things