Female head nurse Xiao Lin and her son Xiaodong (Part 2)

Early the next morning, I rushed to the unit in a daze, but luckily I wasn't late. Liu Jianming came to inspect our obstetrics and gynecology department with his hands behind his back. He looked kindly at the girls and wives in our department, and told us to do our best work and other nonsense. Before leaving, he came to me and specifically told me to pay attention to my health. I was absent-minded. Because I didn't sleep well last night, my head felt numb and rusty, so I didn't listen to what he said. As soon as Liu Jianming went out, there was a commotion in the Office. There were three of us in the room. As the saying goes, three women perform one drama. Our Office is a traditional model. In order to save costs and supervise each other, there is no obstruction in front of the desk, and every eye can be seen. Seeing Liu Jianming going out, the other two women in the Office immediately took action. sister Tang took out the half-bitten bread, took a few nervous bites while staring at the Office door, and then drank some water to wash it down. Zheng Hao took out the makeup box and said She applied foundation on her face in the mirror, and the powder puff felt like a drop of water in her hand. In a short time, her face became white and tender. This is a classic program after the Office cleans up every morning. What is happiness? Do you think your life is happy? Why can't I capture even a little bit of happiness? I crossed my hands behind my head, raised my head, closed my eyes, and sighed involuntarily. Zheng Hao and sister Tang stopped what they were doing, looked at me, and then looked at each other. Zheng Hao said: "Take a moment and think about it. Compared with our ancestors, we have no reason not to feel happy." "That's right. If my father and mother knew that I felt unhappy, it would be weird if they didn't beat me." sister Tang said, "The old couple raised eight children, and they are still used to eating whole grains and pickles. When I was a child, my father always said that if his son could eat white flour steamed buns and white rice, he would die in peace." "My mother. My dad was the same, so I was satisfied. They were at the same table when they were in high School. My dad’s surname was Zheng and my mom’s surname was Hao. Everyone teased them that they were just right, just right, just the right couple. Later, they really got married. They got married and gave birth to three girls in a haphazard manner. In my memory, they never blushed! The feelings of happiness and misfortune were all caused by themselves..." Zheng Hao has a pair of very loving parents, I know that. Very clear. The two of us talked for a long time, but it was completely inconsistent with what was stuck in my heart. Suddenly Zheng Hao burst into laughter for some reason. This girl was very happy. She was almost thirty years old and was not married yet, so she was not worried at all. I had been immersed in my thoughts and interrupted Zheng Hao's laughter... Stop laughing, let me be quiet. Seeing my frown, Zheng Hao quickly hugged me from behind and rubbed the top of my head with his chin. ,...sister, every Family has difficult songs to sing, and everyone has their own troubles. As long as you think a little bit, isn't living the greatest happiness? Right? ...Zheng Hao turned his face sideways, looked at me and said. Is living the greatest happiness? I suddenly discovered the white hair on my head and temples. I looked in the mirror and picked up and put down my hair one by one. I picked it up and put it down again. I looked at the particularly prickly hair in the black hair with horror.With the white hair in my eyes, I suddenly felt that I fell into the dark time tunnel, sliding farther and farther, and could never return to the world. White hair is the enemy of youth and beauty. If white hair wins, youth and beauty will be the same. Did it die? When did gray hair grow? Is it when you cry? Was it during the nightmare? Or is it when you sigh? Recently I found a good place, which is on the rooftop opposite the morgue of our hospital. I often go there to sit for a while, it’s very quiet. I just sat there thinking about the many confusions in my heart and reflecting on the life I had lived. A few days later, on a weekend, I was already at Home when my son got out of School. I was nervous when he came back, but he came over and handed me a piece of paper...the report card of his exam. I took it without saying a word and looked at it with a straight face. My face remained calm but secretly I finally breathed a sigh of relief: it was still excellent. This really relieved my biggest worry. You know my son’s academic performance has always been very good. What I fear most is that if something like that affects his study, it will ruin his future. I tried to show the same expression on my face as before, which was the pride and satisfaction of being his mother. My son was very SMart and obedient. Seeing this, he came over and pressed against my body. I moved slightly and ignored him. Although I appear strong on the outside, a woman's weakness is always present, and will surge whenever there is an opportunity. What to eat for lunch? award. I told him, trying to sound neither happy nor angry. I went into the bedroom to change clothes and closed the door. I rummaged in front of the closet for a long time and found a twill cotton shirt. I was thinking about which skirt to match it with when the bedroom door opened. I glanced sideways and saw that my son had come in. I ignored him. I was only wearing Underwear and continued to look for a skirt. I no longer needed to avoid him. Well, just this beige A-line skirt. I took out my clothes and put them on the bed, then walked out of the bedroom and went to the Bathroom to wash up. My son followed me and watched me brush my teeth, wash my face, put my hair up, and put on makeup. Then he followed me back to the bedroom and watched me put on my clothes. Several times, he opened his mouth but stopped talking. We went to McDonald's together. As before, I didn't eat, I just watched him eat those things with relish. There were many people in the store and it was noisy. I sat there, looking at this once familiar scene. My eyes became blurry. I quickly turned my head away and quietly took out a tissue behind my son's back to wipe away the tears. I really want to go back in time with him, but it’s no longer possible. When I got Home, as soon as I locked the door, my son hugged me from behind. This brings me back to reality again. It’s really hard for me to accept what’s about to happen as I haven’t woken up from the memories of the past. "mom..." My son called me softly in my ear. All the muscles in my body were tense and my body was shaking. "mom..." my son called me and started kissing me randomly. After being confused for a while, I finally struggled, "Xiaodong... you listen to mom... we can't do this... we can't do this..." I gasped and tried to break free. The calmness I felt before going to McDonald's was gone at this moment.​Because I can't change what has happened. So, before I knew it, I was on the defensive again. After all, I have been fucked by him more than once. This makes it impossible for me to remain aloof and indifferent. My son ignored me and put his right hand under my skirt directly into my Underwear to touch my butt. "Xiaodong, I am your mother...I am red-faced and embarrassed...listen to my mother's words...you are still young...these things...we...can't do...the past...forget it...we... ...No more." My son's hands rubbed my butt hard and he hugged me hard again. When he got stronger, he wouldn't listen to me at all. It didn't take long for his lower hand to move forward and touch the place between my legs. My body could no longer stand and I was shaking violently. I forced myself to calmly say, "Xiaodong, you are almost a high School student. mom will always be your mother. Let go now, or mom will be angry." My son didn't care at all. My body doesn’t seem to belong to me, and neither does my mind. At first, he randomly grabbed my pubic hair from below, and then he put his fingers inside. My body was stiff and I could hardly stand. "...mom..." My son called me in a low voice in my ear. I looked outside, it was already dusk, the sun was setting in the sky, the red clouds were like fire, and night was coming. We are on the top floor, and no sound can be heard from the road outside. When my son saw that I no longer resisted, he pushed me down on the sofa behind me. He hurriedly lifted up my skirt, then pulled off my panties. He couldn't take off my bra, so he pushed it up. This is the first time I have let my son do this to me while I am really awake. After the previous few times, I have no choice now. Not having a choice is not a bad thing sometimes. If you have a choice, it is easy to make the wrong choice and regret. However, not having a choice is an arrangement of fate. You can only move forward along the path of fate. Don't think too much, just face it. I believe in fate and I feel that all major events in life are destined. Such as now. Although everything still seems like a dream, it is still so unreal. But I didn’t struggle or cry anymore. This time I just lay there stiffly. Anyway, he has been fucked before, the last time, and he will be fucked again and again. My son opened his mouth and gently took one of my nipples in his mouth. The nipple was like a bird flying into its nest. A moist warmth quickly spread to my brain, and a tingling Pleasure filled my body. I have never been fucked so openly by my son. Every part of my body from top to bottom was licked by his tongue. It can be seen that he is obviously not so nervous this time. He buried his head and sucked my two nipples in turn. After sucking for a while, I still felt unsatisfied, so I pushed my bra up, so that two fat balls fell into the palm of his fingers. He played with one with one hand, and squeezed the balls into various shapes. While sucking my nipples vigorously, after a while, I was surprised to find that my nipples were as hot as fire without realizing it, and the tender nipples in the middle of my mature breasts were covered with the tip of my tongue.The saliva gradually became congested and hardened. The stronger the taboo, the stronger the Pleasure it can bring when rebelling, which is the Pleasure of breaking through the consTraints. Now, that's how it is with my son. For him, there may be nothing more exciting than having sex with his mother, who has been superior to him since childhood. The son leaned down. I softened, and he put his hand into my Underwear, touched my hair, touched... Then I let him take off my Underwear. I bit my lip and remained motionless during the whole process. Because now I really don't know how to react. If people could catch fire out of shame, I think I would probably be burned to ashes. The child continued to play with that part of my body with his lips, tongue and fingers. His hand touched my vaginal opening back and forth, and he put half of his finger inside, which moved regularly. I felt no pain, and gradually began to react physiologically. I felt like I was about to suffocate. My son's A finger was already deep inside his body, twitching quickly and slowly, occasionally pressing the G-spot area on the flesh wall at the top of the dome, so after a while, when he inserted both fingers I didn’t try to cross my legs when I went. I looked at my Teenage child lying between my legs with such joy, and for some reason, I suddenly remembered a sentence that seemed to be said by Li Ao: "There are two dirtiest things in the world, but What men like to do most is women's cunts and politics. "My maternal nature began to turn to women's sexual instinct. I really couldn't resist the physical impact it had on me. It made me feel ashamed of myself again. It felt like all the blood and strength in my body wanted to go into my Vagina. I could feel my breathing quickening and even starting to pant. My son seems to be very experienced, and I haven’t done this for a long time. In the past, all that occupied my mind during this process was the sense of guilt generated by traditional mOral values, but now, of course, that sense of guilt and shame is still as strong as ever. The difference is that my body made me start Something else was felt. I couldn't think clearly anymore. My son's repeated caressing of my most sensitive part made the shock of Pleasure too strong. My brain was temporarily lacking in blood supply, but my clitoris was engorged with blood as much as possible. It bulges out and accepts my son's constant rubbing. "...son, do you really want your mother to die?..." I murmured to my son and then to myself. This new feeling made me so uneasy. "mom, what's the point? You are a woman and I am a man, why not?" my fourTeen-year-old son said to me. His fingers pressed my G-spot and began to rub it repeatedly. The computer has taught my son all the things he shouldn't know at his age. I am a woman, a physiologically normal and healthy woman. I couldn't help biting my lower lip with my teeth, and I could clearly feel the itching in my Vagina down there, so that by the end, my whole body couldn't help but tremble. As a healthy woman, being fucked like this by a man caused me to have an uncontrollable physical reaction and my lower body got wet. "So much water! ..." My son was extremely excited when he looked at my black hairy part. The transparent vaginal fluid oozing out from below had already made the outside of my Vagina wet and sticky, and the two labia minora hidden in the thick labia majora had already become sticky. The mouth is split like a baby, revealing the light red, delicate and slippery vaginal opening - that is the passage for men to insert. "Yeah..." Yes, no woman can be unresponsive in this situation. I bit my lip, and the legs below became stiff with the movements of my son's fingers. On top, my two nipples had hardened unknowingly and stood up like two ripe jujubes. I actually showed Pleasure in front of my son! This made me feel even more uneasy and even ashamed as I was still feeling guilty. My son finally left my body and stood up. He began to take off his clothes eagerly. Under the light, I glanced at my son who had taken off all his clothes. I was visually shocked by how naked he was. The tender cock between his legs pointed upwards arrogantly. After just one glance, I closed my eyes in panic, and a blush spread on my cheeks. Everyone knows what it means for a man to have an erection against a woman. That meant desire, it meant he wanted to mate with her. I am his mother, but his penis is erecting against me at the moment. My breathing becomes faster for no reason. My heart was pounding. I would never be so nervous and embarrassed with any man. My son came close to me, then took my hand and put it on his hard thing. As soon as I put my hand on it, I pulled it back as if I was electrocuted. "Is it big?" my son asked me. I bit my lip and lowered my head. To be honest, my son’s penis was still very young and of average size. I think so because I haven't seen any other boy besides him. "My big cock!..." My son said to me, his voice was trembling a little, and I could tell that he had the courage to say this to me. I pretended not to hear anything and raised my hand to straighten my hair, but at this time my son pushed me down. I stretched out my hands to push him away, but I still stopped. That's all. I've already washed half of my hair. How can I not finish washing it? My skin is very white. Under the light, it looks like a pile of white meat on the bed. My son pressed me down, and I felt something very hard below me impacting at different places near my Vagina. It passed over a hairy area, and then came into contact with a soft and hot piece of tender meat. , holding up a wet and greasy hole. Then, it went in. The vaginal opening obviously felt a swelling. At that moment, I opened my mouth and let out a moan from my nostrils... Well, then, it was inserted straight and completely, and my Vagina quickly felt the full feeling and the tender thing. It can actually fill me up so much. I could feel the shape of my son's penis and the protruding edge of his glans. My face was red and my ears were hot, so I closed my eyes. The fact that I had once again let my son fuck me was mortifying. My son must find this scene very exciting now. I was his mother just now, but now I am lying under him and being fucked by him. He lay on my body, no longer so jerky, little by little, nofuck me gently, not hard, not fast, not slow. While doing this, his hands continued to rub my body, playing with my breasts like steamed buns that would not cool down. My son’s head was just above my face, and his hot breath sprayed on my face. He stared into my eyes with such a longing and possessive look that it took my breath away. I turned my face to the side, really afraid that he would see my expression at the moment, and I would not have the courage to look him face to face. You must know that just now we were at McDonald's, and we were still a normal mother and son. The sofa creaked beneath us. My legs were lifted up and placed on my son’s shoulders. That thing was like a red-hot iron inside my body. It was thrust back and forth inside and my whole body was very hot. His rhythm slowly made me react. I gasped softly, closed my eyes involuntarily, and arched my body to meet his movements. This is the first time I have truly soberly experienced the feeling my son brings to my body. When the thing was pumping inside, I clearly felt the feeling of the part in front of my son called the glans rubbing back and forth against my vaginal wall. The intense feeling was so independent of my will that it made my body float in the air so easily. The body was flying up and down like a fallen leaf in the autumn wind. "mom must have owed you something in her previous life..." I said quietly while being fucked by my son. I closed my eyes and tears overflowed from the corners of my eyes. The tone I spoke at this moment did not sound like a mother admonishing her children, but like a weak woman facing a conqueror. The hard and hot male genitals slowly withdrew from my Vagina, and did not stop pulling out until the glans reached the entrance of the Vagina. Then I pushed it in quickly and forcefully, letting it all go deep into the Vagina before stopping, and then in the same way. At a very fast speed, the thrusting movements are repeated rhythmically. This child has completely mastered the skills that men should master with women. There’s no way I wouldn’t have a reaction when being fucked like this. I moaned, not loudly, but softly. "Well..." Panting started to come out of my mouth at some point... I was trying my best to suppress the sound... I bit my lip hard after every slight gasp, but then my son thrust in harder and again. My lips opened again unconsciously. Listening to my moans, my son was extremely excited. This was the first time I really screamed when I was fucked by him. This may also be the first time my son actually heard a woman's sex. Moaning at times like this. All this aroused my son even more, and he thrust forward even more crazily, supporting his body with both hands, like a push-up motion, and pounding that part of me hard back and forth up and down. I couldn't stand it anymore. There was some pain down there. I panted and turned back to him and said, "Take it easy." This was the struggle and collision between the soul and the body. Night had fallen, covering it like the wings of a great bird. Without the lights on, everything in the house was dimly visible, making it even more unreal. This night I will never forget forever. Because for the first time during that process, I completely forgot for a moment that the other person was my son, and the words that made me despair.The bondage of virtue, for the first time in that process, I felt the joy that two sexes should feel when they have sex. "...Hmm...Hmm..." I moaned uncontrollably under him, my thighs shaking helplessly as I didn't know whether to clamp or relax. My son was moving up and down. He squatted down and penetrated me. The speed was too fast. The sound of their lower abdomens hitting each other was intense and intense. Every move he made was accompanied by my moans of pain and Pleasure. Under the light, my face was flushed, my hair was disheveled, and my eyes were half-open and half-closed. My son was even more aggravated by my unprecedented charm. He frantically increased the speed and force of his thrusts. He pressed his glans against my cervix desperately. That's where I gave birth to him. In the middle, he stopped, stood up, and then pulled me up. I blushed, bit my lip and remained silent. I was embarrassed for a moment, not knowing whether to obey or refuse, but I didn’t know what was going on. In the end, I followed the child’s instructions and leaned down on the sofa with both hands, and then raised my body to the back. Get up my ass. To be honest, I didn’t like coming from behind when I was with my husband in the past, because I had a strong sense of self-esteem and didn’t want to lie down like an animal and wait for him to fuck me. I thought it was very humiliating. This position is of course normal for every woman, but I was even more ashamed because it was my son standing behind me. I still remember the first time I posed like this. Before that, I didn’t even know that you could do this kind of thing from behind a woman. That was one night, more than half a year after the incident between my Brother and I, and also a month or two after my stepfather had me. My stepfather picked me up while I was sleeping on my side on the bed and taught me to kneel on the bed like he did - with my hands on the bed, my forehead on the bed, my back arched, and my legs kneeling on the bed. Just like the old ministers lying prone when receiving the emperor's imperial edict. He said, let's have a tiger mating. As soon as I heard the word "mating", the latent lust that had been aroused by my stepfather for many days disappeared in an instant. Only cats and dogs can "mate". Does he want to "mate" with me too? Could it be that he is a male dog and I am a female dog? Stepfather hugged me again and begged me again. I had no choice but to obey, lying on my stomach, with a red face and raised buttocks, waiting for my stepfather's "coital" without shame. On the low cabinet next to the sofa, a photo of me holding my three-year-old son was right in front of me. Although the light in the room was very dark, I could still see clearly. In the photo, the young me and my son, who is babbling and learning to speak, are both SMiling so happily. I raised my buttocks and knelt down on the sofa, and my son, who looked thin and thin compared with my plump and white body, stood behind me. The contrast between our current appearance and the scenes we usually get along with is so great that I don’t know what it would look like if we took a photo of this scene and put it together with the photo on the low cabinet. Could we both have imagined this moment at that time? The two plump buttocks I lifted up were big, white and tender. My son spread the two pieces of my buttocks with both hands. I bit my lip, knowing that my organs were now displayed like pictures of female external Genitalia in medical books. In front of his son, his son, who is now fourTeen years old, is holdingMy butt was pushed forward hard, and his body hit my fat butt hard, making a sound of physical impact. He inserted his thing into me from behind again. "...Ah...be gentler..." My son's force pushed my body forward, and at the same time I felt the swelling and pain in my lower body, which made me involuntarily break the silence and whisper to him. My son remained silent, but my begging made him move more violently. I tried my best to support my body with both hands, bit my lip, and endured the bumps one after another from behind without saying a word. I heard the sound of his body gently hitting my lower abdomen and the sound coming from below. Under the light, my son stood behind my plump and white body that was kneeling. He looked so thin, but he was the one who took the initiative. He hugged me with both hands and lifted me up. The raised ass and crotch kept moving back and forth, but I just lay there passively and was fucked. "Ah... um... ah..." I relaxed a little while feeling dizzy. All the looseness collapsed, and a sound deeper than desire came out, a kind of forgetful humming. The sound of my son's crotch hitting my ass was particularly loud in this quiet moment. The transparent liquid turns into fine white foam under the movement of a mechanical piston, surrounding the part of the penis that goes in and out of the vaginal opening. My plump and mature body undulated, my moans brushed past my son’s ears, and the sound of wings at the intersection of sexual desire shattered my calm body. My son was moving at full speed, trying to suppress my dream of transcendence. He gently said in my ear: "mom, I'm here to fuck you." This was the first thing he said to me since we started to have a relationship. Bad language. This sentence makes me feel like I am in a dream. I stopped Moaning. I had a physical reaction and the excitement subsided because of the shame caused by these words. I bit my lip tightly and tried to keep silent. My son did not notice these changes in me. On the contrary, he felt very uneasy after he mustered up the courage to tell me what he said. My silence let him know that I was not angry. This made him even more excited, and his body hit my fat ass hard, making a popping sound. Time after time, my body was knocked back and forth. The two snow-white breasts swayed in the dim light, looking particularly dazzling. "mom, I finally tasted you again today!..." My son said to me from behind while fucking me. I gave birth to him and raised him, just to let him taste what I feel like? ...I groaned, my son's words made me even more embarrassed and annoyed. I buried my head on the sofa. Because of the downward tilt of her upper body, her buttocks were lifted higher, and her breasts swayed back and forth under his impact. My son's cock kept violently moving in and out of my Vagina. The two pieces of tender meat on the outside of my Vagina were constantly being pulled in and out by his cock. His thighs kept hitting my buttocks, making my snow-white buttocks swell. An oval-shaped ruddy color soon appeared on the skin. "Ah... fucking a woman turns out to be so comfortable!" The son said involuntarily. I was half-kneeling and was being fucked silently amidst the dirty words my son said. But when I couldn't bear it any longer, I would occasionally involuntarily utter "hmm" from my mouth as my son thrust into me.sound. I know clearly that at this time, I can no longer expect to maintain my dignity as a mother and just be a woman. It's impossible to get a man to do that without saying that to a woman. "I fuck you, I fuck you, I fuck you..." The son gasped and screamed while constantly moving his lower body. This child behaved like a tireless machine today. As a fourTeen-year-old child Said, I was surprised by his staying power. My moans became louder and louder, and my butt gradually moved up to meet my son's thrusts. I felt like his lower body was like a cannonball waiting to be fired, desperately trying to fly out. Then let it explode. My son finally spurted out, and his thick Semen sprayed into my uterus. After the last drop of Semen came out, the son pulled out his thing. I curled up sideways on the bed, and white Semen slowly flowed out of my vaginal opening. I lay there twitching, burying my head on the bed, motionless, while my son fell into a deep sleep. I lay there silently, crying, tears bursting out, I was so shameless, yes, I was shameless, I was being fucked by my own son, and I actually felt Pleasure, I moaned and cried out, I was so shameless It's over. Thinking of everything these days, I just feel like I'm going crazy. Am I such a shameless woman? No, I'm not. The first few times I was forced. I said to myself. ​But what about this time? If not, how to explain what happened today? How to explain everything in front of you? I actually did that with my son with almost no resistance. This is the common psychology of women. Since there has been the first time and the second time, does it not matter after that? I have no idea. I want to leave this world as soon as possible, as if I had never been here. But, I can't do it. At night, the pale moon is like a hook. Looking up from my window, a layer of mist floats in the night sky, quiet and peaceful, without any clutter in the world of mortals. I like this kind of night, hazy and still visible. I woke up in the middle of the night and looked at the boy lying next to me under the dim moonlight. He looked so familiar and strange. At dawn, I got up and looked in the mirror. I almost didn’t recognize myself inside, with messy hair and sad eyes. "I can't live anymore." I said to myself. "Then go die, death is easy." Another "I" said to myself. "I want to die, but I don't have the courage." "Since you don't dare to die, and you can't live without your heart, then be willing to be controlled by pain." Another "I" answered me again. "I don't!" I almost shouted. When I walked out of the bedroom, I found that my son had already gotten up without knowing when. "mom, did you sleep well last night?" My son sat at the dining table and carefully observed my expression. I didn't answer his greeting. I glanced at the breakfast on the table and trembled slightly. Then I looked at him: "It's okay...did you make it?" "Yes! I will make it more often in the future to prevent my mother from doing that. Thank you for your hard work." His son's tone turned out to be very gentle. I didn’t say anything and sat down after washing., I quietly ate the meal my son cooked for me for the first time in his life. My son would hand me napkins and milk, busy serving me. of course I know this is the reward for being "fucked" by my son. When my son was leaving for School, he actually said goodbye to me, mom, as usual. Don’t want to go to work. I took another half-day off in the morning and walked aimlessly on the street alone. On this sunny morning, I didn’t even have the courage to raise my head when I walked out of my house. The sun was so bright that it pierced my heart, illuminating my shameful thoughts and making them even more invisible. I have lost myself on the street of this deserted ancient northern city. When I was depressed and helpless, a sound of crickets came from the handbag. The mobile phone is a new model, but the ringtones of any popular music are a bit inappropriate, as if they are alluding to one's own sad situation, so they simply changed to the most primitive single string sound, and all the phones have the same ringtone. When I saw the number, a wave of warmth came to me. It was Zheng Hao, "...sister, what's wrong with you? Why didn't you go to work today?" "It's okay, I'm in a bad mood, and I'm not feeling well..." I said perfunctorily. "Okay, why are you so listless when I listen to you? Who messed with you?" Zheng Hao laughed heartlessly on the phone. "I'm just in a bad mood..." I said. "What's wrong? I'll treat you to dinner after get off work if you don't mind. You can tell me about it too." Zheng Haozai said to me with concern after he could tell on the phone that I was indeed in a bad mood. "No, I just need to take a rest..." I was a little moved, but I still rejected her. What happened to me cannot be told to anyone. You can only solve it yourself. But, can I solve it myself? When I got Home, I was a little tired and decided to take a shower to wash away the fatigue and sadness. Amidst the sound of rushing water, I let my heart rise and fall, and the faint clean fragrance came from my body. I wrapped myself in a soft nightgown, made myself a cup of coffee, and leaned against the bed. Although I have been severely warned not to drink coffee like this anymore because it hurts my stomach, I really can’t resist the thought of dying. At the beginning of my relationship with my son, I really wished I could die right away. The pain was like that. An extremely sharp knife struck at my fragile heart every second. Although the pain was so shocking and unbearable, I didn't die. It shows that human beings' endurance is often much stronger than they think. It's ridiculous, isn't it? I don’t have the courage to commit suicide, even in my current life. What will happen in the future? The road ahead has no end. Whether it is bitter, sweet, sad, happy, wind, snow... there is no end. As a mother and a woman, when faced with the problems I face, no matter who you are, as long as you survive the first few days, the next biggest problem and the most worrying thing is to think about the future, what to do in the future, and what to do in the future. How will I face my son in the future? I wonder if my son will lose respect for me in the future. Since we had Incest between mother and son, I felt very frustrated and concerned about his attitude towards me. After my son’s behavior in the morning made me depressed for so many days,, as if faintly seeing a ray of sunshine. I sat barefoot on the balcony. The sun shines on my face, making me dizzy. The sky is so blue. Time almost stopped. I know life will never go back to the way it was before. But it seems that it has not completely collapsed yet. My son’s behavior before he left this morning let me know that life is not so bad that I can’t go on. After all, if we are not like that, I will still be his mother. This is my only hope now. If I let things go, at least I can maintain a complete Family on the surface. If I really can't think about it, not only me, but also my son will lose everything. After all, life must go on. Maybe, God has destined that this is the life I have to face. Life is a big training ground, and we are all forced to change our appearance. Bow to fate. A pigeon whistle sounded outside the window, and countless pigeons flew up from the sunken square. In an instant, the sky was covered with rain, and it quickly blew across the window of my Office. I watched the free-flying pigeons with fascination, my eyes fixed on the sky as they soared. I made an appointment with Zheng Hao to go shopping after get off work. Life has to go on, I have to work hard to make myself happy. It has been cloudy for several days, but this day the clouds finally cleared and the sun rose. After get off work, I quickly walked towards the elevator entrance. It was rare for such a good weather. Somehow, after I figured it out in my mind yesterday, I no longer feel the worry that life would be worse than death. As soon as I got out of the subway, I saw Zheng Hao waving to me. When I saw her dress, I immediately criticized her in an old-fashioned way, "Zheng Hao, why are you wearing such high heels? You can go shopping later." Tired!" I put on comfortable flat running shoes when I got off work. I had a lot of shopping today and I didn't want to wear high heels. Zheng Haoman SMiled nonchalantly, "In a while, our hospital will have a New Year's Eve party. I bought these shoes to wear at the party. I wanted to match an outfit today, so I wore these shoes to try on clothes. It's okay, sister, I'm very good, even if I'm wearing seven-inch high heels, I can run like the wind... Besides, it's no problem for us to walk slowly and stroll around slowly." I sighed and envied her youthfulness again. Although I am thirty-eight, I am not afraid of not knowing the goods, but I am afraid of comparing goods. Once I stood with Zheng Haoxiang, I deeply realized what time is like a knife. There was a time in my youth when I was running around fast on seven-inch stilts. After twisting my feet a few times, I became a running shoe addict. Those once carefree, joyful and comfortable moments were cut into pieces piece by piece by the sharp knife of reality... I sighed again, and let's go. The wind and rain always blow away the wind. So, the two of them slowly Walking around slowly, I turned into a SMall road, and the shopping paradise Plaza A was just in front

Not far away. Zheng Hao's cell phone rang. It was her mother, asking when she would go Home for the New Year. When I listened to Zheng Hao acting coquettishly with my mother on the phone, I felt sweet in my heart. I began to try to find some cases or reports about Incest on the Internet, of course, mainly about mother-child Incest. I don'tThinking about it, it seems that there are really many things in this world that are almost the same as what happened to me, and among them there are also some emotions and feelings expressed by women who are mothers like me afterwards. I read those words carefully. "When it was discovered that her son had entered the period of sexual development and began to have the physiological phenomenon of wet dreams and ejaculation, the mother's improper handling of the relationship between mother and child during this period can be said to be one of the important reasons for the occurrence of Incest in the future. Some of us know that our children have grown up, but we don’t care too much and continue to maintain an overly close relationship, such as continuing to bathe our children, share baths with our children, or continue to sleep in the same bed; some have begun to share beds with our sons. Sleeping, but the overly intimate behavior has not changed. For example, the clothes are too casual, and the body is not minded to be naked or semi-nude in front of the son. The mother-child contact in the past is still too close, and the mother-child contact is expressed by hugging and kissing the son to express care and comfort. Etc. Some middle-aged mothers will also talk about the intimacy between mother and child, such as saying that my son must touch certain parts of my body to fall asleep, or how his son cannot live without his mother and relies on his mother. "We seem to think that the child is acting coquettishly if he doesn't leave in bed." But as the child grows older, especially after the age of eleven or twelve, with the advent of puberty and the emergence of sexual consciousness, do boys have to think about it? As a mature female body, is the mother indifferent? If the vague sexual impulse in adolescence is directed at her mother, is it a modern tragedy? "The following is an interview report: August 18 news, a 9-year-old child? The boy behaves abnormally. He is often tired of his mother. He often hugs her and kisses her wildly. He wants to kiss her neck, arms, and legs, and he will not let go no matter how hard he beats or scolds... He even said: "mom, your thighs" So sexy!" The 9-year-old boy would often climb on his mother and "kiss" her like crazy, Calling her "honey", "baby" and "Wife", and even said: "mom, your thighs" So sexy!" If his mother doesn't let him kiss him, he won't give up... His mother said: "That kind of attitude really scares me. I'm afraid to be alone with him now." "Hello, baby. "sexy, please be my Wife!" This sentence came from a 9-year-old boy, and the target was his biological mother. On August 18, the reporter met the mother and son, and the mother Zhao Xin (pseudonym) said. "My son often hugs me and kisses me like crazy. He wants to kiss my neck, arms, and legs, and he won't let go no matter how much he is beaten or scolded..." While she was talking, her 9-year-old son Tiantian (pseudonym) secretly went to the next room. . "Crazyly kissing" his mother and asking her to be his Wife. Zhao Xin said that she has been troubled by this problem for several months. She was "embarrassed" and didn't call the newspaper for help until yesterday. Since the beginning of this year, Ms. Yang has felt that her son's attitude and behavior toward her are "somewhat abnormal." My son would often climb on top of her and kiss her like crazy, Calling her "honey", "baby" and "Wife" all the time. "Usually when the weather is hot at Home, I wear less clothes. He saw the exposed parts of my body, like my neck., arms, thighs, he would kiss them crazily and say, "mom, your thighs are so sexy!" "If I don't let her kiss him, he won't give up... That kind of attitude really scares me. Now I don't dare to be alone with him." Zhao Xin said that his son had kissed him before, but he couldn't. As crazy as it is now, "(Now) it's already the kind of kiss between adults, and sometimes the tongue is stuck out." An incident that happened last month that she considered "more serious" made her She firmly believed that her son was different from other children. "One day, we were watching TV, and my husband was also there. Suddenly, my son climbed on top of me and started doing the kind of affectionate movements between men and women. I was so surprised that my mind went blank, but I still pretended I asked him in confusion, "What are you doing?" He actually said to me, "mom, don't you know this?" I replied, "I don't know?" Then he laughed and said Changsha. Those two very obscene words in the words..." What surprised Zhao Xin even more was that her son later told her that these actions and that word were told to him by his classmate Xiao Liang (pseudonym) who often played with him. At this time, Tiantian is not in the room. When the reporter came in, he was watching TV and ran to the next room angrily. Before that, when he heard that reporters were coming, he was so angry that he "locked" himself in the room. My son likes to watch intimate scenes on TV. Why does my son do this? This is a question that Zhao Xin has been thinking hard about but can't find the answer to. One detail that bothered her was that her son particularly liked watching intimate scenes on TV. As soon as I encountered that kind of lens, I said I wanted to change the channel, but he wouldn't let me change. He also said, "I just like to watch it, and I want to watch it." There are many such lenses on TV now, and we can't guard against them. The cartoon "Crayon Shin-chan", which Zhao Xin considers to be "a bit yellowish", is also his son's favorite. "Once, we were watching TV together, and another intimate scene appeared on the TV. My son actually turned his head and asked my husband and I seriously, 'What are they doing? Why don't you kiss and go to bed?'" The couple was so embarrassed that they were speechless for a long time. But Zhao Xin doesn't think this is the main reason for his son's current condition. "Other people's children also watch TV, and TV is not specifically aimed at us. Why don't other children do the same?" Regarding another reporter's speculation, Zhao Xinhao said He denied it without hesitation: "My husband and I are always very careful and never do any intimate actions in front of him, so it is definitely not influenced by our parents." "Is your husband often at Home? He is with his son. Do you have much time?" This time, Zhao Xin was silent. Then she said that her husband was a businesSMan and often didn't come back until 12pm after lunch at Home, so he really didn't have much time with his son. But her doubts came out again: "Many other boys were raised by single mothers, why don't they behave like this?" "Several other children who played with him also said those two words" "With my son The five or six children playing seemed to all knowThat thing. "Zhao Xin said. "My son has a pair of good friends who are twins. They are only half a year older than my son. Once, they came to my house to play and were playing with toys. The twins said those two words. I was very angry at the time and asked them. Where did they learn it from? They laughed and didn't tell me at first, but later they said they learned it from a classmate, who was the one who taught my son badly before. Xiaoliang's parents were divorced and he lived with his mother. " For this reason, Zhao Xin also approached the single mother, and the mother didn't know what was going on. "Other children will say those things, but they still won't kiss me like my son." Ms. Yang was very distressed. However, Tiantian's current situation reminded her of something she heard from a Colleague many years ago. "I was not married at that time. My Colleague told me that she once went to a friend's house. Her friend's son was only 8 years old and very cute. When he saw my Colleague, he clung to her. Later, the little boy actually wanted to He kissed her with his tongue! My Colleague was frightened at the time and never went to his house again.” Zhao Xin felt “helpless” that what he “didn’t believe” before happened between him and his son. And sad.” "Also, for example, a mother said this: We and our son have never slept in separate beds. My son is seven years old, and he has been making trouble recently to see my private parts. Asked him why, he said: I want to see the male and female What's the difference between women? I told him that women don't have penises, they just have a SMall hole for peeing. But this still didn't satisfy him, so I had to tell him that girls' lower bodies look ugly to boys. The Teacher will tell you the answer when you grow up. But my stubborn son is still dissatisfied and wants to touch my lower body. How can I eliminate this idea from my son? A mother said this: At that time, we, mother and son, had always been together. When he first had a wet dream when he was a Teenager, the quilt and body were all dirty. He felt scared and nervous and woke me up. Although I am a mother, I am a woman. It was hard to explain what was going on, so I simply said: "You have grown up." But gradually, I became more mentally dependent on my son. Sometimes at night I saw his unintentionally exposed "SMall penis" and I I started to feel an inexplicable excitement..." Another mother described it like this: I know that my son is very dependent on me, and looking back now, I can say that he is obsessed with me. But at that time, I always thought that since I was his biological mother, nothing would happen to him. Some of his behaviors were not stopped in time, for example, he often hugged me, kissed me, and had to hold me in his arms when sleeping to fall asleep. It wasn't until one night that I woke up from my dream after not having sex dreams for many years. I actually dreamed of having sex with my own son. Only then did I realize how terrible I was... "In most cases of Incest, the mother's reaction is It’s very similar: my psychological defenses began to relax a little bit, and I often just scolded, warmly scolded, or acquiesced to my son’s excessive behavior, and often did not severely punish or educate.” The reactions of several mothers at this time. The psychology is described as follows: (1). . . I already realized what my son was thinking, and I startedI felt scared at first. It was a shame for my ancestors that he had such thoughts about me, but when he treated me like this, I felt a strange sense of joy... I wanted to stop him, but I was afraid that he would stay away from me... "(2)...My son's actions are becoming more and more bold, which makes me feel a little worried. Sometimes I really want to scold him, but looking at his coquettish look on me, he is just a child. I miss him. It will be fine when I grow up..." (3) I admit that I also feel happy when he acts coquettishly and intimately with me. I also feel happy when he sucks breast milk when he was a child. In fact, when he was a child, which part of my body He hasn't seen or touched it? Now he is just acting randomly. Let him be "crazy". He is definitely not a hooligan to his mother... "(4)... My son actually behaved so disgustingly towards me. When things have reached this point, I know myself. I also have a responsibility, and it’s embarrassing to say it. Sometimes I have my own wild ideas..." There are also some self-reports of boys who are sons: (1) When my mother gave me a bath in the summer, I got an erection from below. It was not intentional. , my mother SMiled and said that I was "shy or not". I don't think my mother disliked me being like that. . . "(2) When I took a shower with my mother, I was very willing to let her help me wipe the area down there, and my mother did not refuse..." (3)...I deliberately put my change of clothes in the room while taking a shower, and then got naked Going in and out of the Bathroom... "(4) When my mother and I sleep at night, I deliberately get very close to her, and sometimes I stick my penis on my mother's lower body..." (5)... Whenever I come back from School , my mother would hug me, and if I did well in the exam, my mother would kiss my forehead as a reward. . . That day, I deliberately greeted my mother with the kind of Lover's hug I learned from movies. I pressed close to my mother's body and let my breasts press her bulging breasts. My mother was not angry and only said: : "Let go of mom, I can't breathe." "(6)... When my mom is in a bad mood or in a hot mood, she always kisses my face, and also lets me kiss my face... That morning, I I helped my mother clean the room. My mother happily kissed me and asked me to kiss my face, but I kissed my mother on the lips. I trembled and just said "this bastard" and walked away. "(7) My mother and I always sleep together, and I always sleep with my arms around me. Sometimes I am allowed to suck my breast like a toddler. . . A few nights, after my mother fell asleep, I put my hand into my pants and touched the furry area. My mother only woke up once, pulled my hand out, cursed me and went back to sleep. . . So that time, I boldly pressed my cock against my mother's thigh through my pants and rubbed it gently... "(8)... When my mother asked me to wipe my back, I deliberately wiped my mother's lower body with a towel, but my mother avoided it. "But I didn't say anything." (9) I like to touch my mother's body when I sleep. Sometimes I deliberately touch her chest or Vagina and other sensitive parts to see my reaction. Sometimes she will scold me. . . After masturbating, I ejaculated in my mother's Underwear and bra and let her notice... "(10) My mother is very tired at work and likes to let me give me massages. I started touching my mother’s breasts intentionally or unintentionally, and then started to caress my mother’s breasts and thighs...” A little boy’s question also has the answer given by the so-called expert: "Today my mother came out of the Bathroom after taking a shower. I saw my mother's pubic hair through her briefs again. I am so obsessed with my mother. I really want to kiss my mother and caress my mother. But, I dare not. I feel like I am going crazy. I I really want to touch my mother’s pubic hair. How can I touch my mother’s pubic hair? Am I really crazy? ——A boy who thinks he’s going crazy? Boy, you are not crazy. Don’t worry. If you think you are going crazy, it means that you are very sane and obsessed with your mother. Many people, even thousands of people, want to kiss your mother. It is human nature for millions of people to see their mother’s pubic hair and want to touch it. This is not a perversion, let alone seeing the mother’s pubic hair with their own eyes. Many people see the words “mom’s pubic hair”. Hearing someone mention "mom's pubic hair" will instantly arouse you. If you are a pervert, then many people are even more perverted, right? We know that there are not that many perverts in the world. It's normal and not abnormal. Your desire to caress and kiss your mother's pubic hair is understandable. In fact, you can easily touch your mother's pubic hair, just like her hair. It is shed and metabolized every day. You can pay attention to collecting mom's pubic hair in the Bathroom, toilet, and on mom's bed, and you will soon be able to accumulate a SMall handful of mom's pubic hair, which can be regarded as caressing. mom's pubic hair, isn't it? Kissing your mother's pubic hair can relieve your thirst to some extent. If your mother finds out that you have collected her pubic hair, it's not bad. Maybe it will be better for you. !” What surprises me is that there are also articles that conduct in-depth analyzes and attempts to explain mother-child Incest: According to current mOral concepts, sexual relations between mother and child will be regarded as an act of Incest. Incest is tragedy. It's funny that people ignore the causes of Incest. In fact, Incest is the product of this sexually repressed society. What really creates Incest is this closed and narrow worldly outlook. This concept fails to seriously consider the deep confusion of human nature. People ignore the sexual requirements of adolescents and deprive them of their rights to sexual life. Since then, various Teenage sexual problems have emerged one after another, including Incest. We should see that in modern society, what harm is there in sexual activities between mother and child as long as they are not for the purpose of procreation? People can't explain why, they just talk about mOrality and ethics, but there is no definite conclusion on what harm will happen if these mOrals and ethics are violated. In fact, we can completely regard the sexual behavior between mother and child as pure sexual behavior between the sexes. In the absence of reproduction,Age and kinship will not have too many adverse effects on the physical and mental health of both parties. "Although your sexual behavior with your son is happy in the moment, it is dangerous in the long run. Its harmful effects will be obvious in the near future, manifested in the personality development of your son and his future marriage and love choices. It is very negative and harmful. As the son's self-awareness gradually increases, he will realize the horror of Incest and will be subject to mOral condemnation, self-blame, guilt, panic, uneasiness, etc., which will form shadows. It will lead to his personality split and his sexual psychology development, which will lead to his sexual perversion and Oedipus emotions. Your behavior with your son will affect your relationship as a couple. At present, your husband has not discovered your behavior. Once he discovers it, The consequences will be serious, and you may not realize it yet. Your behavior with your son will also affect their father-son relationship. If it is not done well, it will form a hatred complex in the child, worsening the relationship between father and son, and thus causing tension. , you have to realize the seriousness of the problem. As a mother, you should take the initiative to stop this behavior. I read the words I can find over and over again. At the very least, they will make me feel that there is still peace and harmony in this world. I am the same person, and I am not alone. This gives me some comfort. At the same time, I also know that what my son did to me can be explained theoretically. By chance, I met a woman in a chat room who had the same experience as me. My online name is Huang Yue. After we tried to communicate, I told me what happened between me and my son without much hesitation. , of course the main reason why I am like this is because it is safer on the Internet. In addition, I really need to talk to others about this, otherwise I will go crazy. Huang Yue "After Xiaolan listened to my story, I didn't give me any advice. Next, I told me my story: My situation is basically the same as yours. It was a summer night, and it suddenly rained in the middle of the night. I got up. I was putting away clothes. When my son heard that it was raining, he got up to put away clothes because it was raining very hard. My son and I were both wet because it was a summer night and I was wearing very little when I went to bed. , got soaked by the rain again, and the clothes became translucent. After my son and I took our clothes back, I saw my son looking at me. I went back to my room to prepare to change clothes, but what I didn’t expect was that My son came in when I was changing clothes. I asked him to get out, but he came up and hugged me. He raped me forcefully. Afterwards, my son knelt on the ground... I won’t say it after all! Yeah, what can I do to him? Since then, my son and I have been very good. My son now has a girlfriend, and I am also used to it. My son was 15 and I was 38. Now my son is 21 years old, and to be honest, I still feel very good. "But... they are mother and son after all... After hearing this woman's story, I felt comforted, but I still can't let go. ​​…Although they are mother and son, they are still one man and one woman…As long as others don’t knowJust fine...what do you think? ...she said to me. I am speechless. As long as others don't know? That's all I can hope for now. I try to collect all kinds of information and use various reasons to defend my behavior, so as to balance my psychology. For example, I comfort myself, "I don't have children, and our doing so does not harm society." "In the primitive society, people did not interbreed, so what kind of Incest was there? The Incest taboo is a rule imposed by later generations. If you don't have children, there will be no Incest." "It will harm society", "Incest once is Incest, and it is Incest again and again." "We do not harm society, we love each other deeply and are much purer than other hypocritical people", etc. I also know that social mOral standards will not accept such explanations and defenses, but this is all I can do. Yes, that’s all I can do. I have no choice but to make what has happened not happen. I began to hold on without pain. As long as my son doesn't go too far, I will sometimes satisfy him obediently. Two to three times a week. My son is not satisfied with this frequency, but I know that I cannot completely let him go. This kind of thing cannot be done often, it is very harmful to the body, one drop of Semen and ten drops of blood... I told him, and after I finished speaking, I tried to turn my eyes away as much as possible to prevent my son from seeing my face. Every time after doing it, I would cry because of the deep feeling of guilt. One day, my work unit handed out a lot of things, and I couldn’t carry the big and SMall bags in my hand, so I had to find a human-powered three-wheeler to help me. This is a woman about the same age as me, but she looks really weathered in appearance. Her skin is darkened by the sun, and her face is covered with wrinkles and freckles. But my SMile is bright and cheerful, with happiness and satisfaction written on my face. She told me that she and her husband have been making a living by riding three-wheelers for almost ten years now. They bought a house in the city and brought their children, who were about the same age as my son, to study in the city. They lived a very happy life. She feels very satisfied and keeps traveling around the city every day. The happiest thing is to attract more customers and earn more money. At that moment, I even envied their ordinary and humble life. The Family of three ate three meals together every day, watched TV, and talked about jokes. In fact, that was also a kind of real happiness. Will I still have the chance to experience this normal Family life? I asked myself with a wry SMile. Another major surgery. I came Home exhausted at night only to find that my husband was back. When my son came back from School, he was sitting on the sofa watching TV. My heart was pounding, I was really afraid of what would happen. My son rushed into the house excitedly. I was stunned at first when I saw him, and then I saw the obvious unhappiness on his brows. Fortunately, the child still tried his best to pretend to be normal and went up to say hello to his father. He carried his luggage back to his room in frustration. Everything happened so suddenly. He must not have expected it. I felt slightly relieved and went to the kitchen to cook, but unexpectedly I slipped in. When your father comes back, you have to be obedient. I looked at my son seriously. He is very SMart and he should be able to understand what I mean. mom, don’t worry. My son SMiles at meLaugh, SMile very bad. I couldn't help but blush. night. With a "bang" sound, the husband turned off the lamp beside the bed. The bedroom suddenly became dark. I put down the book at hand, flattened the pillow, straightened the quilt, and said, "Good night." My husband reached out and wanted to touch my arm, but I turned over. The husband's hand was still in the air. After a long while, he took it back awkwardly. He opened his eyes and looked at the chandelier on the ceiling. The screen window was not closed. The wind blew the curtains, and sometimes they opened a crack. I can see the moon by the window. When the light came in, the outline of the room could be clearly seen. The two people on the bed were sleeping together but not embracing each other. After a long time, my husband turned around and faced my back. He hesitantly put his hands on my shoulders, moved closer inch by inch, and then tightened inch by inch, holding me in his arms. I am just coping with my husband as I used to be. I have no emotions to begin with. The same postures and movements that have been the same for ten years have made me excited and excited when I was newlywed. In recent years, this unchanging process has become as boring as taking a bath or brushing my teeth. But my husband was still the same as before, he couldn't get enough of me. He put his hand into my pajamas and tossed a pair of breasts like a pressure ball. He didn't even get up, and went in close to my back. It was slow to explain in depth and simplicity, but soon enough, I could not help but make the sound of the integration of body and mind. I never loved him and never liked him. Some people may think he is pitiful, but I know better. Based on a woman’s intuition, I know that he will not be without a woman in the one or two months since he left us. But I will not refuse. As a woman, a woman who is nearly middle-aged, I hope that my charm will last forever. My husband’s hot eyes and uncontrollable heavy breathing are an encouragement and affirmation to me, which can make me feel Psychological satisfaction. He was doing the same things to me as before, and I tried hard to cater to his movements, but in my heart I was thinking about ending it early, and in the process, I started to think about my son involuntarily. I was bewildered that I had begun to react this way. When his father is around, the son is usually very honest. This reassures me. He is very SMart and knows that I belong to him when my husband is not at Home. In addition, and more importantly, he does not relax in his studies. He knew very well that if it affected his studies, he would never do anything with me. If my husband is not at Home, he will be hard on me. I don’t know how to reject him anymore. Sometimes, my husband would have sex with me at night, and the next day my son would insist on having sex with me. Just like the ancients said: father and son share the same acupuncture point, it seems that it should be in our Family. Women are inherently at a disadvantage in sexual matters because our bodies have no protrusions and we do not have the external organ form to invade the body of the opposite sex, so we have been passive for thousands of years. So when there is sexual relations between men and women, people don't say that the woman slept with the man, but only that the man slept with the woman. So, even though Xiaodong is my son, what happened between us was that he slept with me, and I was slept with by him. To put it more vulgarly, he fucked me,I was fucked by him. He conquered me, and I was conquered by him. The above is undoubtedly one of the main reasons why children who are also Oedipal like their mothers. At this time, they completely changed their roles, from being passive to being active. Perhaps for those boys, nothing excites them more than conquering their mothers in bed. Watching their mother, who they had always been in awe of, now screamed while being fucked by them, undoubtedly made them very excited. Now, he is the conqueror, and I am the conquered. So, my son would call me from time to time when I was there. He would keep Calling me mom, and he liked to call me this while fucking me while I moaned. I know he did it because he wanted me to know he was fucking me. My son likes to look at photos with me and reminisce about the past and fuck me at the same time. According to his words, thinking about every bit of our mother and son in the past, and then thinking about me being fucked by him now, there is nothing more exciting than this. He would touch and squeeze my plump butt and say, "mom, your body is so soft. Lying on it is like lying on a cotton bag." I could only bite my lip and ignore him. That day he forcibly grabbed my hand and put it on his erection...mom, please touch it, this is my thorn. "...My son said to me with a SMile." This sentence let me know that this child actually He has also not forgotten the so-called sex education I gave him when he was a child. This makes me feel very complicated, because it shows that my education did not have any effect at all. The body of a mature woman is a huge temptation for a boy who has just entered puberty. My son stripped me naked and asked me to lie down on the bed and put a pillow under my butt. When I, the mother, blushed and listened to his words and lifted my legs up, the entire most private area between my legs It was all exposed to him. I have a lot of pubic hair, which is thick, shiny, black, and slightly curly. It is above and on both sides of my labia majora. It completely covers my brown Vulva from top to bottom. The bottom is my more secret Anus. The color of this entire part is The white and SMooth skin all over my body is in sharp contrast. Under the light, I tried my best to overcome my shame. I bit my lip and looked at my son tinkering with me with a red face. "Looking at the strong pines in the dim dusk, flying through the chaotic clouds still calmly. A natural fairy cave, infinite scenery on the dangerous peak." My son memorized the poem while playing with my place. I was stunned, and then I knew that what he was memorizing was written by Mao Zedong. Qijue·"Photograph of Lushan Immortal Cave inscribed with Comrade Li Jin". This little rascal! I was ashamed and embarrassed, but also wondered how my son knew so much at such a young age. "mom, why do you have so much hair on your pussy?" My son likes to ask me while playing with me. Hearing that word come out of his mouth, I closed my eyes and gasped slightly, ignoring him. My face turned red as if it was about to drip. "...mom, do you know? I used to be very curious about women. In the past two years, I have been very curious about women. When our Family first bought a computer in 2016, I searched on Baidu for "What does a woman look like underneath?" and you know that Baidu knows the best answer.What is it? "...my son asked while playing with my labia with his fingers. "...Um...what?"...I lay there, feeling the Pleasure brought by my son's fingers and couldn't help but ask. "Baidu knows the best answer: it's 'B'!" My son raised his head and looked at me. "Disgusting!" All I could do was blush and stare at him. "So this is just playing with women!" My son said, playing with my labia minora. His fingers gently spread her labia, and his middle finger dug into her Vagina. It was warm and slippery, and the Semen quickly wet his fingers. But my son’s words reminded me of an incident in the past, which should have happened not long before this happened to my son: I was watching TV that day, and he was reading the newspaper after finishing his Homework. Later, he came over and pointed to a sentence in the newspaper and asked me what he meant. I looked at what he was referring to in the newspaper. It reported on the corruption of a high-ranking official. There was this sentence on it: "He is suspected of accepting bribes and misappropriating more than 9 million yuan." He had more than 26 million yuan in public funds and more than 180,000 yuan in embezzlement. People behind his back said that he was a "three-player" cadre who "played with power, played with money, and played with women." "mom, what is playing with women?" The son pointed like that. Ask me that question. I didn't expect him to ask this. I was embarrassed for a moment and didn't know how to answer, "...this..." I hesitated, it was really hard to explain. I'm even a little annoyed with the author of this article. What do you mean? The son next to me seemed to be refusing to give up until he figured it out. "...Oh...that means he is bad..." I reluctantly excused myself and left quickly. "mom, what is playing with women?" At this time, the son suddenly asked again. I was also startled, and then I saw the child with a wicked SMile on his face. I suddenly realized that it was so! It turns out that he asked me on purpose at that time! He was teasing me at that time: "Bad guy!" I said bitterly. "Tell me! What is playing with women?" The son refused. His fingers quickly rubbed my most sensitive clitoris, which made me feel numb as if I was getting an electric shock. "...Hmm..." I couldn't stop panting and kept Moaning: "...Hmm...um...ah...ah" "Aren't you here now..." I bit my lip and said, His face became even redder. From time to time, I see in newspapers "examples of a certain high-ranking official playing with women, getting himself burned, and ruined his reputation", or the State Council issued several orders, "It is prohibited to use public funds to eat and drink, play with women..." and other documents. Whenever I see these, I always feel deeply angry and sad. This word "play" is full of contempt for women and fully demonstrates the inequality of social status between men and women. The country shouts about equality between men and women every day, but the use of words to argue is so unequal, it invisibly puts women in a lower class, because toys can be played with, animals can be played with, how can humans be allowed to play with them! God created man for the purpose of carrying on the Family line and did not specify who should play with whom. Why would future generations have to create the word "play"? The majority of female compatriots felt so uncomfortable hearing this. of course I can't explain this to him nowSo much, my face was red and my ears were hot, and his hand had become unbearably lustful, and the water below kept seeping out. [size= 4][font= Tahoma]But Zheng Hao is Zheng Hao after all. After dinner, he accompanied me to the kitchen to wash the dishes and winked at me mysteriously, "...sister, I really didn't expect your Family to be here. My son has grown up." "What?" I was caught off guard and didn't react. "Look at me dyeing my toenails just now, he didn't even blink an eye, you little pervert! He will definitely be a nymphomaniac when he grows up." I bit my lip and said nothing, but my face turned slightly red. "Your Xiaodong is still very well-behaved. sister, you don't even know what children are like now!" Zheng Hao suddenly remembered something and said to me with relish: "Children today are really weird. They can't say anything. I dare say, especially rebellious things. When I came back from the supermarket last night, there were three little boys about 10 years old playing with plastic AK-47s at the gate. After entering the gate, they asked me for the key very strangely. , and even threatened me, "If you don't take it, I will rape you." The other two echoed. Do you believe that these words came from the mouths of these little brats? I was shocked when I went upstairs. I also heard people shouting from behind: Come down, come down. After that, I went downstairs again, this time with my boyfriend. After they saw me, they wanted to come over again, and saw my boyfriend looking at them. I didn’t dare, so I pulled back. Children nowadays are so annoying. I guess they learned these words from online games, because they always go around the Internet cafe downstairs. The last time I played games in the Internet cafe, I There were a group of kids in the back pointing, level 38, Asura, AK, etc. Online games really killed these kids. " "Yeah! I nodded. The Internet should bear a lot of responsibility for my son to be like this. "Haha, I wonder if they know what rape is." Zheng laughed. I said nothing more, but I knew for sure that those kids must know what rape is. After sending Zheng Hao away, I still couldn't calm down. My son went to the Bathroom to take a shower. I finally plucked up the courage, went to my son's room, and picked up the SMall picture frame on the desk. In the photo, my seven or eight-year-old son is riding a bicycle and SMiling proudly at me. His childish SMile strongly infected me. I instinctively touched the corner of my mouth to him, but I didn't SMile. Holding that photo in my hands, I suddenly collapsed completely. I held the photo to my chest and burst into tears. Finally, I couldn't hold it any longer, so I threw myself on his bed and burst into tears. The night finally calmed down. The noisy hawking sounds and honking horns during the day have disappeared at this time, and even the moon has quietly receded. The city seems to be a monster sinking under the water, taking off the prosperous disguise of the day, spreading out its tired limbs, tired and exhausted. The status is clear at a glance. In the days after the accident, I felt that I had been drowned in tears and could not think of anything. I had been struck down by grief and despair, and was as soft as mud, unable to stand up. I thought about escaping, running away from Home, escaping to the mountains, escaping to the temple. Without desires, there would be no worries. I don't evenI thought about death more than once. But, I can't do it. After taking two Valium tablets, I forced myself to sleep. I was so dizzy that I didn't know when I fell asleep. Women believe in fate, and those who believe in fate are those who are afraid of fate because they are unable to fight against fate. I have been haunted by this feeling of powerlessness since I was a child, until now. Why has fate arranged me this way? I hope fate can give me a correct answer. Early the next morning, I rushed to the unit in a daze. Fortunately, I was not late. Liu Jianming came to inspect our obstetrics and gynecology department with his hands behind his back. He looked kindly at the girls and wives in our department, and told us to do our best work and other nonsense. Before leaving, he came to me and specifically told me to pay attention to my health. I was absent-minded. Because I didn't sleep well last night, my head felt numb and rusty, so I didn't listen to what he said. As soon as Liu Jianming went out, there was a commotion in the Office. There were three of us in the room. As the saying goes, three women perform one drama. Our Office is a traditional model. In order to save costs and supervise each other, there is no obstruction in front of the desk, and every eye can be seen. Seeing Liu Jianming going out, the other two women in the Office immediately took action. sister Tang took out the half-bitten bread, took a few nervous bites while staring at the Office door, and then drank some water to wash it down. Zheng Hao took out the makeup box and said She applied foundation on her face in the mirror, and the powder puff felt like a drop of water in her hand. In a short time, her face became white and tender. This is a classic program after the Office cleans up every morning. What is happiness? Do you think your life is happy? Why can't I capture even a little bit of happiness? I crossed my hands behind my head, raised my head, closed my eyes, and sighed involuntarily. Zheng Hao and sister Tang stopped what they were doing, looked at me, and then looked at each other. Zheng Hao said: "Take a moment and think about it. Compared with our ancestors, we have no reason not to feel happy." "That's right. If my father and mother knew that I felt unhappy, it would be weird if they didn't beat me." sister Tang said, "The old couple raised eight children, and they are still used to eating whole grains and pickles. When I was a child, my father always said that if his son could eat white flour steamed buns and white rice, he would die in peace." "My mother. My dad was the same, so I was satisfied. They were at the same table when they were in high School. My dad’s surname was Zheng and my mom’s surname was Hao. Everyone teased them that they were just right, just right, just the right couple. Later, they really got married. They got married and gave birth to three girls in a haphazard manner. In my memory, they never blushed! The feelings of happiness and misfortune were all caused by themselves..." Zheng Hao has a pair of very loving parents, I know that. Very clear. The two of us talked for a long time, but it was completely inconsistent with what was stuck in my heart. Suddenly Zheng Hao burst into laughter for some reason. This girl was very happy. She was almost thirty years old and was not married yet, so she was not worried at all. I had been immersed in my thoughts and interrupted Zheng Hao's laughter... Stop laughing, let me be quiet. Zheng Hao saw my frown and quickly hugged me from behind, stroking my cheeks with his chin.Above my head...sister, every Family has difficult songs to sing, and everyone has their own troubles. As long as you think a little bit, isn't living the greatest happiness? Right? ...Zheng Hao turned his face sideways, looked at me and said. Is living the greatest happiness? I suddenly discovered the white hair on my head and temples. I looked in the mirror and picked up and put down the hair one by one. I looked at the white hair that was particularly dazzling among the black hair with horror. Suddenly I felt like I fell into the dark time. The tunnel slips further and further, never to return to the world. White hair is the enemy of youth and beauty. Will youth and beauty die when white hair wins? When did gray hair grow? Is it when you cry? Was it during the nightmare? Or is it when you sigh? Recently I found a good place, which is on the rooftop opposite the morgue of our hospital. I often go there to sit for a while, it’s very quiet. I just sat there thinking about the many confusions in my heart and reflecting on the life I had lived. A few days later, on a weekend, I was already at Home when my son got out of School. I was nervous when he came back, but he came over and handed me a piece of paper...the report card of his exam. I took it without saying a word and looked at it with a straight face. My face remained calm but secretly I finally breathed a sigh of relief: it was still excellent. This really relieved my biggest worry. You know my son’s academic performance has always been very good. What I fear most is that if something like that affects his study, it will ruin his future. I tried to show the same expression on my face as before, which was the pride and satisfaction of being his mother. My son was very SMart and obedient. Seeing this, he came over and pressed against my body. I moved slightly and ignored him. Although I appear strong on the outside, a woman's weakness is always present, and will surge whenever there is an opportunity. What to eat for lunch? award. I told him, trying to sound neither happy nor angry. I went into the bedroom to change clothes and closed the door. I rummaged in front of the closet for a long time and found a twill cotton shirt. I was thinking about which skirt to match it with when the bedroom door opened. I glanced sideways and saw that my son had come in. I ignored him. I was only wearing Underwear and continued to look for a skirt. I no longer needed to avoid him. Well, just this beige A-line skirt. I took out my clothes and put them on the bed, then walked out of the bedroom and went to the Bathroom to wash up. My son followed me and watched me brush my teeth, wash my face, put my hair up, and put on makeup. Then he followed me back to the bedroom and watched me put on my clothes. Several times, he opened his mouth but stopped talking. We went to McDonald's together. As before, I didn't eat, I just watched him eat those things with relish. There were many people in the store and it was noisy. I sat there, looking at this once familiar scene. My eyes became blurry. I quickly turned my head away and quietly took out a tissue behind my son's back to wipe away the tears. I really want to go back in time with him, but it’s no longer possible. When I got Home, as soon as I locked the door, my son hugged me from behind. This brings me back to reality again. It’s really hard for me to accept that I haven’t woken up from the memories of the past.Accept what is about to happen. "mom..." My son called me softly in my ear. All the muscles in my body were tense and my body was shaking. "mom..." my son called me and started kissing me randomly. After being confused for a while, I finally struggled, "Xiaodong... you listen to mom... we can't do this... we can't do this..." I gasped and tried to break free. The calmness I felt before going to McDonald's was gone at this moment. Because I can't change what has happened. So, before I knew it, I was on the defensive again. After all, I have been fucked by him more than once. This makes it impossible for me to remain aloof and indifferent. My son ignored me and put his right hand under my skirt directly into my Underwear to touch my butt. "Xiaodong, I am your mother...I am red-faced and embarrassed...listen to my mother's words...you are still young...these things...we...can't do...the past...forget it...we... ...No more." My son's hands rubbed my butt hard and he hugged me hard again. When he got stronger, he wouldn't listen to me at all. It didn't take long for his lower hand to move forward and touch the place between my legs. My body could no longer stand and I was shaking violently. I forced myself to calmly say, "Xiaodong, you are almost a high School student. mom will always be your mother. Let go now, or mom will be angry." My son didn't care at all. My body doesn’t seem to belong to me, and neither does my mind. At first, he randomly grabbed my pubic hair from below, and then he put his fingers inside. My body was stiff and I could hardly stand. "...mom..." My son called me in a low voice in my ear. I looked outside, it was already dusk, the sun was setting in the sky, the red clouds were like fire, and night was coming. We are on the top floor, and no sound can be heard from the road outside. When my son saw that I no longer resisted, he pushed me down on the sofa behind me. He hurriedly lifted up my skirt, then pulled off my panties. He couldn't take off my bra, so he pushed it up. This is the first time I have let my son do this to me while I am really awake. After the previous few times, I have no choice now. Not having a choice is not a bad thing sometimes. If you have a choice, it is easy to make the wrong choice and regret. However, not having a choice is an arrangement of fate. You can only move forward along the path of fate. Don't think too much, just face it. I believe in fate and I feel that all major events in life are destined. Such as now. Although everything still seems like a dream, it is still so unreal. But I didn’t struggle or cry anymore. This time I just lay there stiffly. Anyway, he has been fucked before, the last time, and he will be fucked again and again. My son opened his mouth and gently took one of my nipples in his mouth. The nipple was like a bird flying into its nest. A moist warmth quickly spread to my brain, and a tingling Pleasure filled my body. I have never been fucked so openly by my son. Every part of my body from top to bottom was licked by his tongue. It can be seen that he is obviously not so nervous this time. He buried his head and sucked my two nipples in turn. After sucking for a while, I still felt unsatisfied, so I pushed my bra up, so that two fat balls fell into the palm of his fingers. He played with one with one hand, and squeezed the balls into various shapes. While sucking my nipples vigorously, after a while, I was surprised to find that my nipples had unknowingly become as hot as fire. The tender nipples in the middle of my mature breasts were turned over by the tip of my tongue and covered with saliva. They gradually became congested and hardened. stand up. The stronger the taboo, the stronger the Pleasure it can bring when rebelling, which is the Pleasure of breaking through the consTraints. Now, that's how it is with my son. For him, there may be nothing more exciting than having sex with his mother, who has been superior to him since childhood. The son leaned down. I softened, and he put his hand into my Underwear, touched my hair, touched... Then I let him take off my Underwear. I bit my lip and remained motionless during the whole process. Because now I really don't know how to react. If people could catch fire out of shame, I think I would probably be burned to ashes. The child continued to play with that part of my body with his lips, tongue and fingers. His hand touched my vaginal opening back and forth, and he put half of his finger inside, which moved regularly. I felt no pain, and gradually began to react physiologically. I felt like I was about to suffocate. My son's A finger was already deep inside his body, twitching quickly and slowly, occasionally pressing the G-spot area on the flesh wall at the top of the dome, so after a while, when he inserted both fingers I didn’t try to cross my legs when I went. I looked at my Teenage child lying between my legs with such joy, and for some reason, I suddenly remembered a sentence that seemed to be said by Li Ao: "There are two dirtiest things in the world, but What men like to do most is women's cunts and politics. "My maternal nature began to turn to women's sexual instinct. I really couldn't resist the physical impact it had on me. It made me feel ashamed of myself again. It felt like all the blood and strength in my body wanted to go into my Vagina. I could feel my breathing quickening and even starting to pant. My son seems to be very experienced, and I haven’t done this for a long time. In the past, all that occupied my mind during this process was the sense of guilt generated by traditional mOral values, but now, of course, that sense of guilt and shame is still as strong as ever. The difference is that my body made me start Something else was felt. I couldn't think clearly anymore. My son's repeated caressing of my most sensitive part made the shock of Pleasure too strong. My brain was temporarily lacking in blood supply, but my clitoris was engorged with blood as much as possible. It bulges out and accepts my son's constant rubbing. "...son, do you really want your mother to die?..." I murmured to my son and then to myself. This new feeling made me so uneasy. "mom, what's the point? You are a woman and I am a man, why not?" my fourTeen-year-old son said to me. His fingers pressed my G-spot and began to rub it repeatedly.The computer has taught my son all the things he shouldn't know at his age. I am a woman, a physiologically normal and healthy woman. I couldn't help biting my lower lip with my teeth, and I could clearly feel the itching in my Vagina down there, so that by the end, my whole body couldn't help but tremble. As a healthy woman, being fucked like this by a man caused me to have an uncontrollable physical reaction and my lower body got wet. "So much water!..." My son was extremely excited when he looked at my black-haired part. The transparent vaginal fluid seeping out from below had already made the outside of my Vagina wet and sticky, and those two hidden in the thick and thick Vagina were already wet and sticky. The labia minora inside the labia have been split like a baby's mouth, revealing the light red, delicate and slippery vaginal opening - which is the passage for men to insert. "Yeah..." Yes, no woman can be unresponsive in this situation. I bit my lip, and the legs below became stiff with the movements of my son's fingers. On top, my two nipples had hardened unknowingly and stood up like two ripe jujubes. I actually showed Pleasure in front of my son! This made me feel even more uneasy and even ashamed as I was still feeling guilty. My son finally left my body and stood up. He began to take off his clothes eagerly. Under the light, I glanced at my son who had taken off all his clothes. I was visually shocked by how naked he was. The tender cock between his legs pointed upwards arrogantly. After just one glance, I closed my eyes in panic, and a blush spread on my cheeks. Everyone knows what it means for a man to have an erection against a woman. That meant desire, it meant he wanted to mate with her. I am his mother, but his penis is erecting against me at the moment. My breathing becomes faster for no reason. My heart was pounding. I would never be so nervous and embarrassed with any man. My son came close to me, then took my hand and put it on his hard thing. As soon as I put my hand on it, I pulled it back as if I was electrocuted. "Is it big?" my son asked me. I bit my lip and lowered my head. To be honest, my son’s penis was still very young and of average size. I think so because I haven't seen any other boy besides him. "My big cock!..." My son said to me, his voice was trembling a little, and I could tell that he had the courage to say this to me. I pretended not to hear anything and raised my hand to straighten my hair, but at this time my son pushed me down. I stretched out my hands to push him away, but I still stopped. That's all. I've already washed half of my hair. How can I not finish washing it? My skin is very white. Under the light, it looks like a pile of white meat on the bed. My son pressed me down, and I felt something very hard below me impacting at different places near my Vagina. It passed over a hairy area, and then came into contact with a soft and hot piece of tender meat. , holding up a wet and greasy hole. Then, it went in. The vaginal opening obviously felt a swelling. At that moment, I opened my mouth and let out a moan from my nostrils... Well, then, it was inserted straight and completely, and the Vagina quickly felt the full feeling, that penisThe childish thing can actually fill me up very full. I could feel the shape of my son's penis and the protruding edge of his glans. My face was red and my ears were hot, so I closed my eyes. The fact that I had once again let my son fuck me was mortifying. My son must find this scene very exciting now. I was his mother just now, but now I am lying under him and being fucked by him. He lay on my body, no longer so jerky, and fucked me step by step, neither light nor hard, neither fast nor slow. While doing this, his hands continued to rub my body, playing with my breasts like steamed buns that would not cool down. My son’s head was just above my face, and his hot breath sprayed on my face. He stared into my eyes with such a longing and possessive look that it took my breath away. I turned my face to the side, really afraid that he would see my expression at the moment, and I would not have the courage to look him face to face. You must know that just now we were at McDonald's, and we were still a normal mother and son. The sofa creaked beneath us. My legs were lifted up and placed on my son’s shoulders. That thing was like a red-hot iron inside my body. It was thrust back and forth inside and my whole body was very hot. His rhythm slowly made me react. I gasped softly, closed my eyes involuntarily, and arched my body to meet his movements. This is the first time I have truly soberly experienced the feeling my son brings to my body. When the thing was pumping inside, I clearly felt the feeling of the part in front of my son called the glans rubbing back and forth against my vaginal wall. The intense feeling was so independent of my will that it made my body float in the air so easily. The body was flying up and down like a fallen leaf in the autumn wind. "mom must have owed you something in her previous life..." I said quietly while being fucked by my son. I closed my eyes and tears overflowed from the corners of my eyes. The tone I spoke at this moment did not sound like a mother admonishing her children, but like a weak woman facing a conqueror. The hard and hot male genitals slowly withdrew from my Vagina, and did not stop pulling out until the glans reached the entrance of the Vagina. Then I pushed it in quickly and forcefully, letting it all go deep into the Vagina before stopping, and then in the same way. At a very fast speed, the thrusting movements are repeated rhythmically. This child has completely mastered the skills that men should master with women. There’s no way I wouldn’t have a reaction when being fucked like this. I moaned, not loudly, but softly. "Well..." Panting started to come out of my mouth at some point... I was trying my best to suppress the sound... I bit my lip hard after every slight gasp, but then my son thrust in harder and again. My lips opened again unconsciously. Listening to my moans, my son was extremely excited. This was the first time I really screamed when I was fucked by him. This may also be the first time my son actually heard a woman's sex. Moaning at times like this. All this aroused my son even more, and he thrust forward even more crazily, supporting his body with both hands, like a push-up motion, and pounding that part of me hard back and forth up and down. I can't stand itNo, there was some pain down there. I panted and turned back to him and said, "Take it easy." This was the struggle and collision between the soul and the body. Night had fallen, covering it like the wings of a great bird. Without the lights on, everything in the house was dimly visible, making it even more unreal. This night I will never forget forever. Because for the first time during that process, I completely forgot that the other person was my son for a moment, and forgot about the mOral consTraints that made me despair. For the first time in that process, I felt the joy that two people should feel when they have sex. "...Hmm...Hmm..." I moaned uncontrollably under him, my thighs shaking helplessly as I didn't know whether to clamp or relax. My son was moving up and down. He squatted down and penetrated me. The speed was too fast. The sound of their lower abdomens hitting each other was intense and intense. Every move he made was accompanied by my moans of pain and Pleasure. Under the light, my face was flushed, my hair was disheveled, and my eyes were half-open and half-closed. My son was even more aggravated by my unprecedented charm. He frantically increased the speed and force of his thrusts. He pressed his glans against my cervix desperately. That's where I gave birth to him. In the middle, he stopped, stood up, and then pulled me up. I blushed, bit my lip and remained silent. I was embarrassed for a moment, not knowing whether to obey or refuse, but I didn’t know what was going on. In the end, I followed the child’s instructions and leaned down on the sofa with both hands, and then raised my body to the back. Get up my ass. To be honest, I didn’t like coming from behind when I was with my husband in the past, because I had a strong sense of self-esteem and didn’t want to lie down like an animal and wait for him to fuck me. I thought it was very humiliating. This position is of course normal for every woman, but I was even more ashamed because it was my son standing behind me. I still remember the first time I posed like this. Before that, I didn’t even know that you could do this kind of thing from behind a woman. That was one night, more than half a year after the incident between my Brother and I, and also a month or two after my stepfather had me. My stepfather picked me up while I was sleeping on my side on the bed and taught me to kneel on the bed like he did - with my hands on the bed, my forehead on the bed, my back arched, and my legs kneeling on the bed. Just like the old ministers lying prone when receiving the emperor's imperial edict. He said, let's have a tiger mating. As soon as I heard the word "mating", the latent lust that had been aroused by my stepfather for many days disappeared in an instant. Only cats and dogs can "mate". Does he want to "mate" with me too? Could it be that he is a male dog and I am a female dog? Stepfather hugged me again and begged me again. I had no choice but to obey, lying on my stomach, with a red face and raised buttocks, waiting for my stepfather's "coital" without shame. On the low cabinet next to the sofa, a photo of me holding my three-year-old son was right in front of me. Although the light in the room was very dark, I could still see clearly. In the photo, the young me and my son, who is babbling and learning to speak, are both SMiling so happily. I raised my buttocks and knelt down on the sofa, and my son, who looked thin and thin compared with my plump and white body, stood behind me. What we look like now is so different from how we usually get along.I don’t know what it would look like if I took a photo of this scene and put it together with the photo on the low cabinet. Could we both have imagined this moment at that time? The two plump buttocks I lifted up were big, white and tender. My son spread the two pieces of my buttocks with both hands. I bit my lip, knowing that my organs were now displayed like pictures of female external Genitalia in medical books. In front of my son, my fourTeen-year-old son held my ass and thrust forward with force. His body hit my fat ass hard, making a sound of physical collision. He inserted his penis from behind again. Entered me. "...Ah...be gentler..." My son's force pushed my body forward, and at the same time I felt the swelling and pain in my lower body, which made me involuntarily break the silence and whisper to him. My son remained silent, but my begging made him move more violently. I tried my best to support my body with both hands, bit my lip, and endured the bumps one after another from behind without saying a word. I heard the sound of his body gently hitting my lower abdomen and the sound coming from below. Under the light, my son stood behind my plump and white body that was kneeling. He looked so thin, but he was the one who took the initiative. He hugged me with both hands and lifted me up. The raised ass and crotch kept moving back and forth, but I just lay there passively and was fucked. "Ah... um... ah..." I relaxed a little while feeling dizzy. All the looseness collapsed, and a sound deeper than desire came out, a kind of forgetful humming. The sound of my son's crotch hitting my ass was particularly loud in this quiet moment. The transparent liquid turns into fine white foam under the movement of a mechanical piston, surrounding the part of the penis that goes in and out of the vaginal opening. My plump and mature body undulated, my moans brushed past my son’s ears, and the sound of wings at the intersection of sexual desire shattered my calm body. My son was moving at full speed, trying to suppress my dream of transcendence. He gently said in my ear: "mom, I'm here to fuck you." This was the first thing he said to me since we started to have a relationship. Bad language. This sentence makes me feel like I am in a dream. I stopped Moaning. I had a physical reaction and the excitement subsided because of the shame caused by these words. I bit my lip tightly and tried to keep silent. My son did not notice these changes in me. On the contrary, he felt very uneasy after he mustered up the courage to tell me what he said. My silence let him know that I was not angry. This made him even more excited, and his body hit my fat ass hard, making a popping sound. Time after time, my body was knocked back and forth. The two snow-white breasts swayed in the dim light, looking particularly dazzling. "mom, I finally tasted you again today!..." My son said to me from behind while fucking me. I gave birth to him and raised him, just to let him taste what I feel like? ...I groaned, my son's words made me even more embarrassed and annoyed. I buried my head on the sofa. Because of the downward tilt of her upper body, her buttocks were lifted higher, and her breasts swayed back and forth under his impact. My son’s cock kept thrusting in and out of my Vagina, the two pieces of tender meat on the outside of my Vagina were constantly being thrust in and out by his cock, and his thighs kept hitting my buttocks, causing an oval-shaped redness to quickly appear on my snow-white buttocks. "Ah... fucking a woman turns out to be so comfortable!" The son said involuntarily. I was half-kneeling, silently being fucked amidst the dirty words my son said. But when I couldn't bear it any longer, I would occasionally make involuntary humming sounds from my mouth as my son thrust into me. I know clearly that at this time, I can no longer expect to maintain my dignity as a mother and just be a woman. It's impossible to get a man to do that without saying that to a woman. "I fuck you, I fuck you, I fuck you..." The son gasped and screamed while constantly moving his lower body. This child behaved like a tireless machine today. As a fourTeen-year-old child Said, I was surprised by his staying power. My moans became louder and louder, and my butt gradually moved up to meet my son's thrusts. I felt like his lower body was like a cannonball waiting to be fired, desperately trying to fly out. Then let it explode. My son finally spurted out, and his thick Semen sprayed into my uterus. After the last drop of Semen came out, the son pulled out his thing. I curled up sideways on the bed, and white Semen slowly flowed out of my vaginal opening. I lay there twitching, burying my head on the bed, motionless, while my son fell into a deep sleep. I lay there silently, crying, tears bursting out, I was so shameless, yes, I was shameless, I was being fucked by my own son, and I actually felt Pleasure, I moaned and cried out, I was so shameless It's over. Thinking of everything these days, I just feel like I'm going crazy. Am I such a shameless woman? No, I'm not. The first few times I was forced. I said to myself. ​But what about this time? If not, how to explain what happened today? How to explain everything in front of you? I actually did that with my son with almost no resistance. This is the common psychology of women. Since there has been the first time and the second time, does it not matter after that? I have no idea. I want to leave this world as soon as possible, as if I had never been here. But, I can't do it. At night, the pale moon is like a hook. Looking up from my window, a layer of mist floats in the night sky, quiet and peaceful, without any clutter in the world of mortals. I like this kind of night, hazy and still visible. I woke up in the middle of the night and looked at the boy lying next to me under the dim moonlight. He looked so familiar and strange. At dawn, I got up and looked in the mirror. I almost didn’t recognize myself inside, with messy hair and sad eyes. "I can't live anymore." I said to myself. "Then go die, death is easy." Another "I" said to myself. "I want to die, but I don't have the courage." "Since you don't dare to die, and you can't live without your heart, then be willing to be controlled by pain." Another "I" answered me again. "I don't!" I almost shouted. I didn’t realize it until I walked out of the bedroomThe son didn't know when he got up. "mom, did you sleep well last night?" My son sat at the dining table and carefully observed my expression. I didn't answer his greeting. I glanced at the breakfast on the table and trembled slightly. Then I looked at him: "It's okay...did you make it?" "Yes! I will make it more often in the future to prevent my mother from doing that. Thank you for your hard work." His son's tone turned out to be very gentle. I didn't say anything. After washing, I sat down and quietly ate the meal my son had cooked for me for the first time in his life. My son would hand me napkins and milk, busy serving me. of course I know this is the reward for being "fucked" by my son. When my son was leaving for School, he actually said goodbye to me, mom, as usual. Don’t want to go to work. I took another half-day off in the morning and walked aimlessly on the street alone. On this sunny morning, I didn’t even have the courage to raise my head when I walked out of my house. The sun was so bright that it pierced my heart, illuminating my shameful thoughts and making them even more invisible. I have lost myself on the street of this deserted ancient northern city. When I was depressed and helpless, a sound of crickets came from the handbag. The mobile phone is a new model, but the ringtones of any popular music are a bit inappropriate, as if they are alluding to one's own sad situation, so they simply changed to the most primitive single string sound, and all the phones have the same ringtone. When I saw the number, a wave of warmth came to me. It was Zheng Hao, "...sister, what's wrong with you? Why didn't you go to work today?" "It's okay, I'm in a bad mood, and I'm not feeling well..." I said perfunctorily. "Okay, why are you so listless when I listen to you? Who messed with you?" Zheng Hao laughed heartlessly on the phone. "I'm just in a bad mood..." I said. "What's wrong? I'll treat you to dinner after get off work if you don't mind. You can tell me about it too." Zheng Haozai said to me with concern after he could tell on the phone that I was indeed in a bad mood. "No, I just need to take a rest..." I was a little moved, but I still rejected her. What happened to me cannot be told to anyone. You can only solve it yourself. But, can I solve it myself? When I got Home, I was a little tired and decided to take a shower to wash away the fatigue and sadness. Amidst the sound of rushing water, I let my heart rise and fall, and the faint clean fragrance came from my body. I wrapped myself in a soft nightgown, made myself a cup of coffee, and leaned against the bed. Although I have been severely warned not to drink coffee like this anymore because it hurts my stomach, I really can’t resist the thought of dying. At the beginning of my relationship with my son, I really wished I could die right away. The pain was like that. An extremely sharp knife struck at my fragile heart every second. Although the pain was so shocking and unbearable, I didn't die. It shows that human beings' endurance is often much stronger than they think. It's ridiculous, isn't it? I don’t have the courage to commit suicide, even in my current life. What will happen in the future? The road ahead has no end. Whether it is bitter, sweet, sad, happy, wind, snow... there is no end. as a motherWhen kissing a woman, when faced with the problems I faced, no matter who it is, as long as they survive the first few days, the next biggest problem and most worrying thing is to think about the future, what to do in the future, and what to do in the future. How should I face my son? I wonder if my son will lose respect for me in the future. Since we had Incest between mother and son, I felt very frustrated and concerned about his attitude towards me. After being depressed for so many days by my son's behavior in the morning, I seemed to see a glimmer of sunshine. I sat barefoot on the balcony. The sun shines on my face, making me dizzy. The sky is so blue. Time almost stopped. I know life will never go back to the way it was before. But it seems that it has not completely collapsed yet. My son’s behavior before he left this morning let me know that life is not so bad that I can’t go on. After all, if we are not like that, I will still be his mother. This is my only hope now. If I let things go, at least I can maintain a complete Family on the surface. If I really can't think about it, not only me, but also my son will lose everything. After all, life must go on. Maybe, God has destined that this is the life I have to face. Life is a big training ground, and we are all forced to change our appearance. Bow to fate. A pigeon whistle sounded outside the window, and countless pigeons flew up from the sunken square. In an instant, the sky was covered with rain, and it quickly blew across the window of my Office. I watched the free-flying pigeons with fascination, my eyes fixed on the sky as they soared. I made an appointment with Zheng Hao to go shopping after get off work. Life has to go on, I have to work hard to make myself happy. It has been cloudy for several days, but this day the clouds finally cleared and the sun rose. After get off work, I quickly walked towards the elevator entrance. It was rare for such a good weather. Somehow, after I figured it out in my mind yesterday, I no longer feel the worry that life would be worse than death. As soon as I got out of the subway, I saw Zheng Hao waving to me. When I saw her dress, I immediately criticized her in an old-fashioned way, "Zheng Hao, why are you wearing such high heels? You can go shopping later." Tired!" I put on comfortable flat running shoes when I got off work. I had a lot of shopping today and I didn't want to wear high heels. Zheng Haoman SMiled nonchalantly, "In a while, our hospital will have a New Year's Eve party. I bought these shoes to wear at the party. I wanted to match an outfit today, so I wore these shoes to try on clothes. It's okay, sister, I'm very good, even if I'm wearing seven-inch high heels, I can run like the wind... Besides, it's no problem for us to walk slowly and stroll around slowly." I sighed and envied her youthfulness again. Although I am thirty-eight, I am not afraid of not knowing the goods, but I am afraid of comparing goods. Once I stood with Zheng Haoxiang, I deeply realized what time is like a knife. There was a time in my youth when I was running around fast on seven-inch stilts. After twisting my feet a few times, I became a running shoe addict. Those once carefree, joyful and comfortable moments were cut into pieces piece by piece by the sharp knife of reality... I sighed again, and let's go. The wind and rain always blow away the wind. So, the two of them slowly Walking, shopping slowly, I turned into a SMall road, shopping paradise A PlazaNot far ahead. Zheng Hao's cell phone rang. It was her mother, asking when she would go Home for the New Year. When I listened to Zheng Hao acting coquettishly with my mother on the phone, I felt sweet in my heart. I began to try to find some cases or reports about Incest on the Internet, of course, mainly about mother-child Incest. I didn’t expect that there seemed to be many similar things that happened to me in this world, and some of them included the feelings expressed by women who were mothers like me. I read those words carefully. "When it was discovered that her son had entered the period of sexual development and began to have the physiological phenomenon of wet dreams and ejaculation, the mother's improper handling of the relationship between mother and child during this period can be said to be one of the important reasons for the occurrence of Incest in the future. Some of us know that our children have grown up, but we don’t care too much and continue to maintain an overly close relationship, such as continuing to bathe our children, share baths with our children, or continue to sleep in the same bed; some have begun to share beds with our sons. Sleeping, but the overly intimate behavior has not changed. For example, the clothes are too casual, and the body is not minded to be naked or semi-nude in front of the son. The mother-child contact in the past is still too close, and the mother-child contact is expressed by hugging and kissing the son to express care and comfort. Etc. Some middle-aged mothers will also talk about the intimacy between mother and child, such as saying that my son must touch certain parts of my body to fall asleep, or how his son cannot live without his mother and relies on his mother. "We seem to think that the child is acting coquettishly if he doesn't leave in bed." But as the child grows older, especially after the age of eleven or twelve, with the advent of puberty and the emergence of sexual consciousness, do boys have to think about it? As a mature female body, is the mother indifferent? If the vague sexual impulse in adolescence is directed at her mother, is it a modern tragedy? "The following is an interview report: August 18 news, a 9-year-old child? The boy behaves abnormally. He is often tired of his mother. He often hugs her and kisses her wildly. He wants to kiss her neck, arms, and legs, and he will not let go no matter how hard he beats or scolds... He even said: "mom, your thighs" So sexy!" The 9-year-old boy would often climb on his mother and "kiss" her like crazy, Calling her "honey", "baby" and "Wife", and even said: "mom, your thighs" So sexy!" If his mother doesn't let him kiss him, he won't give up... His mother said: "That kind of attitude really scares me. I'm afraid to be alone with him now." "Hello, baby. "sexy, please be my Wife!" This sentence came from a 9-year-old boy, and the target was his biological mother. On August 18, the reporter met the mother and son, and the mother Zhao Xin (pseudonym) said. "My son often hugs me and kisses me like crazy. He wants to kiss my neck, arms, and legs, and he won't let go no matter how much he is beaten or scolded..." While she was talking, her 9-year-old son Tiantian (pseudonym) secretly went to the next room. . "Crazyly kissing" his mother and asking her to be his Wife. Zhao Xin said that she has been troubled by this problem for several months. She was "embarrassed" and didn't call the newspaper for help until yesterday. This yearFrom the beginning, Ms. Yang felt that her son's attitude and behavior toward her were "somewhat abnormal." My son would often climb on top of her and kiss her like crazy, Calling her "honey", "baby" and "Wife" all the time. "Usually when the weather is hot at Home, I will wear less clothes. When he sees the exposed parts of my body, such as my neck, arms, and thighs, he will kiss me wildly and say, "mom, your thighs are so sexy!" "If I don't let her kiss him, he won't give up... That kind of attitude really scares me. Now I don't dare to be alone with him." Zhao Xin said that his son had kissed him before, but he couldn't. As crazy as it is now, "(Now) it's already the kind of kiss between adults, and sometimes the tongue is stuck out." An incident that happened last month that she considered "more serious" made her She firmly believed that her son was different from other children. "One day, we were watching TV, and my husband was also there. Suddenly, my son climbed on top of me and started doing the kind of affectionate movements between men and women. I was so surprised that my mind went blank, but I still pretended I asked him in confusion, "What are you doing?" He actually said to me, "mom, don't you know this?" I replied, "I don't know?" Then he laughed and said Changsha. Those two very obscene words in the words..." What surprised Zhao Xin even more was that her son later told her that these actions and that word were told to him by his classmate Xiao Liang (pseudonym) who often played with him. At this time, Tiantian is not in the room. When the reporter came in, he was watching TV and ran to the next room angrily. Before that, when he heard that reporters were coming, he was so angry that he "locked" himself in the room. My son likes to watch intimate scenes on TV. Why does my son do this? This is a question that Zhao Xin has been thinking hard about but can't find the answer to. One detail that bothered her was that her son particularly liked watching intimate scenes on TV. As soon as I encountered that kind of lens, I said I wanted to change the channel, but he wouldn't let me change. He also said, "I just like to watch it, and I want to watch it." There are many such lenses on TV now, and we can't guard against them. The cartoon "Crayon Shin-chan", which Zhao Xin considers to be "a bit yellowish", is also his son's favorite. "Once, we were watching TV together, and another intimate scene appeared on the TV. My son actually turned his head and asked my husband and I seriously, 'What are they doing? Why don't you kiss and go to bed?'" The couple was so embarrassed that they were speechless for a long time. But Zhao Xin doesn't think this is the main reason for his son's current condition. "Other people's children also watch TV, and TV is not specifically aimed at us. Why don't other children do the same?" Regarding another reporter's speculation, Zhao Xinhao said He denied it without hesitation: "My husband and I are always very careful and never do any intimate actions in front of him, so it is definitely not influenced by our parents." "Is your husband often at Home? He is with his son. Do you have much time?" This time, Zhao Xin was silent. Then she said that her husband was a businesSMan and would often finish lunch at Home and wait until 12 o'clock in the evening.I'm back, so I really don't have much time with my son. But her doubts came out again: "Many other boys were raised by single mothers, why don't they behave like this?" "Several other children who played with him also said those two words" "With my son The five or six children playing seemed to know what happened. "My son has a pair of good friends who are twins. They are only half a year older than my son. Once, they came to my house to play and were playing with toys. The twins said those two words. I was very angry at the time and asked them. Where did they learn it from? They laughed and didn't tell me at first, but later they said they learned it from a classmate, who was the one who taught my son badly before. Xiaoliang's parents were divorced and he lived with his mother. " For this reason, Zhao Xin also approached the single mother, and the mother didn't know what was going on. "Other children will say those things, but they still won't kiss me like my son." Ms. Yang was very distressed. However, Tiantian's current situation reminded her of something she heard from a Colleague many years ago. "I was not married at that time. My Colleague told me that she once went to a friend's house. Her friend's son was only 8 years old and very cute. When he saw my Colleague, he clung to her. Later, the little boy actually wanted to He kissed her with his tongue! My Colleague was frightened at the time and never went to his house again.” Zhao Xin felt “helpless” that what he “didn’t believe” before happened between him and his son. And sad.” "Also, for example, a mother said this: We and our son have never slept in separate beds. My son is seven years old, and he has been making trouble recently to see my private parts. Asked him why, he said: I want to see the male and female What's the difference between women? I told him that women don't have penises, they just have a SMall hole for peeing. But this still didn't satisfy him, so I had to tell him that girls' lower bodies look ugly to boys. The Teacher will tell you the answer when you grow up. But my stubborn son is still dissatisfied and wants to touch my lower body. How can I eliminate this idea from my son? A mother said this: At that time, we, mother and son, had always been together. When he first had a wet dream when he was a Teenager, the quilt and body were all dirty. He felt scared and nervous and woke me up. Although I am a mother, I am a woman. It was hard to explain what was going on, so I simply said: "You have grown up." But gradually, I became more mentally dependent on my son. Sometimes at night I saw his unintentionally exposed "SMall penis" and I I started to feel an inexplicable excitement..." Another mother described it like this: I know that my son is very dependent on me, and looking back now, I can say that he is obsessed with me. But at that time, I always thought that since I was his biological mother, nothing would happen to him. Some of his behaviors were not stopped in time, for example, he often hugged me, kissed me, and had to hold me in his arms when sleeping to fall asleep. It wasn't until one night that I woke up from my dream after not having sex dreams for many years. I actually dreamed of having sex with my own son. Only then did I realize how terrible I was... "In most cases of Incest, the mother's reaction is verySimilar: My psychological defenses began to loosen a little bit. I often just scolded, warmly scolded, or acquiesced or tolerated my son's excessive behavior, often without severe punishment or education. ” Several mothers’ reactions and psychology at this time were described as follows: (1). . . I had realized what my son was thinking, and I began to feel scared. It was a shame for my ancestors that he had such thoughts about me, but when he treated me like this, I felt a strange sense of joy... I wanted to stop him. But I am afraid that he will stay away from me from now on... "(2)... My son's actions are getting bolder and bolder, which makes me feel a little worried. Sometimes I really want to scold him severely, but when I see his coquettish expression on me , He is just a child, I think he will be fine when he grows up..." (3) I admit that when he acts coquettishly and intimately with me, I also feel happy. Thinking about when he sucked breast milk when he was a child, I also felt happy. , in fact, when he was a child, which part of my body did he not see or touch? Now he is just acting randomly. Let him be "crazy". He is definitely not a hooligan to his mother... "(4)... My son actually behaved so disgustingly towards me. When things have reached this point, I know myself. I also have a responsibility, and it’s embarrassing to say it. Sometimes I have my own wild ideas..." There are also some self-reports of boys who are sons: (1) When my mother gave me a bath in the summer, I got an erection from below. It was not intentional. , my mother SMiled and said that I was "shy or not". I don't think my mother disliked me being like that. . . "(2) When I took a shower with my mother, I was very willing to let her help me wipe the area down there, and my mother did not refuse..." (3)...I deliberately put my change of clothes in the room while taking a shower, and then got naked Going in and out of the Bathroom... "(4) When my mother and I sleep at night, I deliberately get very close to her, and sometimes I stick my penis on my mother's lower body..." (5)... Whenever I come back from School , my mother would hug me, and if I did well in the exam, my mother would kiss my forehead as a reward. . . That day, I deliberately greeted my mother with the kind of Lover's hug I learned from movies. I pressed close to my mother's body and let my breasts press her bulging breasts. My mother was not angry and only said: : "Let go of mom, I can't breathe." "(6)... When my mom is in a bad mood or in a hot mood, she always kisses my face, and also lets me kiss my face... That morning, I I helped my mother clean the room. My mother happily kissed me and asked me to kiss my face, but I kissed my mother on the lips. I trembled and just said "this bastard" and walked away. "(7) My mother and I always sleep together, and I always sleep with my arms around me. Sometimes I am allowed to suck my breast like a toddler. . . A few nights, after my mother fell asleep, I put my hand into my pants and touched the furry area. My mother only woke up once, pulled my hand out, cursed me and went back to sleep. . . So that time, I boldly pressed my cock against my mother’s thigh through my pants and rubbed it gently... "(8)... When my mother asked me to rub my back, I deliberatelyI used a towel to wipe my mother’s lower body, but she dodged away, but didn’t say anything.” (9) I like to touch my mother’s body while sleeping, and sometimes deliberately touch her breasts or genitals and other sensitive parts to see my reaction. , sometimes I will scold me a few words,. . . After masturbating, I ejaculated in my mother's Underwear and bra and let her notice... "(10) My mother is very tired at work and likes to let me massage her. I started from touching my mother's breasts intentionally or unintentionally, and then started to caress my mother's breasts and Thighs..." A little boy's question and the answer given by the so-called expert: "Ask: Today my mother came out of the Bathroom after taking a shower, and I saw my mother's pubic hair through her briefs. I am so obsessed with my mother. I really want to kiss my mother. , caressing my mother. "I feel like I'm going crazy. How can I touch my mother's pubic hair? I'm really crazy." Am I a pervert? - A boy who thinks he is going crazy, you are not a pervert. If you think you are going crazy, it means you are very sane. It is also common for many people, even thousands of people, to be obsessed with kissing and caressing their mother. If they see their mother’s pubic hair and want to touch it, this is not a perversion, let alone seeing it with their own eyes. , many people will be excited when they see the words "mom's pubic hair" and hear someone mention "mom's pubic hair". If you are a pervert, then many people are even more perverted, no. We know that there are not so many perverted people in the world. Conclusion: Your desire to caress and kiss your mother’s pubic hair is understandable. You can easily touch your mother's pubic hair. Like hair, your mother's pubic hair is shed and metabolized every day. You can pay attention to collecting your mother's pubic hair in the Bathroom, toilet, and bed, and you can quickly do so. Accumulating a SMall handful of your mother's pubic hair is considered as stroking your mother's pubic hair, isn't it? Kissing your mother's pubic hair can somewhat relieve your thirst. If your mother finds out that you have collected hers. There’s nothing wrong with pubic hair, maybe it’s better. I wish you all the best!” What surprises me is that there are still some articles dedicated to in-depth analysis and explanations of mother-child Incest: in terms of current mOral concepts. , if a mother and her child have sexual relations, it will be regarded as an act of Incest, and Incest is a tragedy. It's funny that people ignore the causes of Incest. In fact, Incest is the product of this sexually repressed society. What really creates Incest is this closed and narrow worldly outlook. This concept fails to seriously consider the deep confusion of human nature. People ignore the sexual requirements of adolescents and deprive them of their rights to sexual life. Since then, various Teenage sexual problems have emerged one after another, including Incest. We should see that in modern society, as long as the relationship between mother and child is not for the purpose of procreation,What are the dangers of sexual activity? People can't explain why, they just talk about mOrality and ethics, but there is no definite conclusion on what harm will happen if these mOrals and ethics are violated. In fact, we can regard the sexual behavior between mother and child as pure sexual behavior between the sexes. In the absence of reproduction, age and kinship will not have too many adverse effects on the physical and mental effects of both parties. "Although your sexual behavior with your son is happy in the moment, it is dangerous in the long run. Its harmful effects will be obvious in the near future, manifested in the personality development of your son and his future marriage and love choices. It is very negative and harmful. As the son's self-awareness gradually increases, he will realize the horror of Incest and will be subject to mOral condemnation, self-blame, guilt, panic, uneasiness, etc., which will form shadows. It will lead to his personality split and his sexual psychology development, which will lead to his sexual perversion and Oedipus emotions. Your behavior with your son will affect your relationship as a couple. At present, your husband has not discovered your behavior. Once he discovers it, The consequences will be serious, and you may not realize it yet. Your behavior with your son will also affect their father-son relationship. If it is not done well, it will form a hatred complex in the child, worsening the relationship between father and son, and thus causing tension. , you have to realize the seriousness of the problem. As a mother, you should take the initiative to stop this behavior. I read the words I can find over and over again. At the very least, they will make me feel that there is still peace and harmony in this world. I am the same person, and I am not alone. This gives me some comfort. At the same time, I also know that what my son did to me can be explained theoretically. By chance, I met a woman in a chat room who had the same experience as me. My online name is Huang Yue. After we tried to communicate, I told me what happened between me and my son without much hesitation. , of course the main reason why I am like this is because it is safer on the Internet. In addition, I really need to talk to others about this, otherwise I will go crazy. Huang Yue "After Xiaolan listened to my story, I didn't give me any advice. Next, I told me my story: My situation is basically the same as yours. It was a summer night, and it suddenly rained in the middle of the night. I got up. I was putting away clothes. When my son heard that it was raining, he got up to put away clothes because it was raining very hard. My son and I were both wet because it was a summer night and I was wearing very little when I went to bed. , got soaked by the rain again, and the clothes became translucent. After my son and I took our clothes back, I saw my son looking at me. I went back to my room to prepare to change clothes, but what I didn’t expect was that My son came in when I was changing clothes. I asked him to get out, but he came up and hugged me. He raped me forcefully. Afterwards, my son knelt on the ground... I won’t say it after all! Yeah, what can I do to him? Since then, my son and I have been fine. My son now has a girlfriend, and I am very happy about it. My son was 15 at that time.I am 38, and now my son is 21. To be honest, I still feel very good. "But... they are mother and son after all... After hearing this woman's story, although I felt somewhat comforted, I still couldn't let go. ...Although they are mother and son, they are still one man and one woman... As long as others don't know, it's fine... What do you think? ...she said to me. I am speechless. As long as others don't know? That's all I can hope for now. I try to collect all kinds of information and use various reasons to defend my behavior, so as to balance my psychology. For example, I comfort myself, "I don't have children, and our doing so does not harm society." "In the primitive society, people did not interbreed, so what kind of Incest was there? The Incest taboo is a rule imposed by later generations. If you don't have children, there will be no Incest." "It will harm society", "Incest once is Incest, and it is Incest again and again." "We do not harm society, we love each other deeply and are much purer than other hypocritical people", etc. I also know that social mOral standards will not accept such explanations and defenses, but this is all I can do. Yes, that’s all I can do. I have no choice but to make what has happened not happen. I began to hold on without pain. As long as my son doesn't go too far, I will sometimes satisfy him obediently. Two to three times a week. My son is not satisfied with this frequency, but I know that I cannot completely let him go. This kind of thing cannot be done often, it is very harmful to the body, one drop of Semen and ten drops of blood... I told him, and after I finished speaking, I tried to turn my eyes away as much as possible to prevent my son from seeing my face. Every time after doing it, I would cry because of the deep feeling of guilt. One day, my work unit handed out a lot of things, and I couldn’t carry the big and SMall bags in my hand, so I had to find a human-powered three-wheeler to help me. This is a woman about the same age as me, but she looks really weathered in appearance. Her skin is darkened by the sun, and her face is covered with wrinkles and freckles. But my SMile is bright and cheerful, with happiness and satisfaction written on my face. She told me that she and her husband have been making a living by riding three-wheelers for almost ten years now. They bought a house in the city and brought their children, who were about the same age as my son, to study in the city. They lived a very happy life. She feels very satisfied and keeps traveling around the city every day. The happiest thing is to attract more customers and earn more money. At that moment, I even envied their ordinary and humble life. The Family of three ate three meals together every day, watched TV, and talked about jokes. In fact, that was also a kind of real happiness. Will I still have the chance to experience this normal Family life? I asked myself with a wry SMile. Another major surgery. I came Home exhausted at night only to find that my husband was back. When my son came back from School, he was sitting on the sofa watching TV. My heart was pounding, I was really afraid of what would happen. My son rushed into the house excitedly. I was stunned at first when I saw him, and then I saw the obvious unhappiness on his brows. Fortunately, the child still tried his best to pretend to be normal and went up to say hello to his father. He held up his suitcase in frustrationLi returned to his room. Everything happened so suddenly. He must not have expected it. I felt slightly relieved and went to the kitchen to cook, but unexpectedly I slipped in. When your father comes back, you have to be obedient. I looked at my son seriously. He is very SMart and he should be able to understand what I mean. mom, don’t worry. My son SMiled at me, a very evil SMile. I couldn't help but blush. night. With a "bang" sound, the husband turned off the lamp beside the bed. The bedroom suddenly became dark. I put down the book at hand, flattened the pillow, straightened the quilt, and said, "Good night." My husband reached out and wanted to touch my arm, but I turned over. The husband's hand was still in the air. After a long while, he took it back awkwardly. He opened his eyes and looked at the chandelier on the ceiling. The screen window was not closed. The wind blew the curtains, and sometimes they opened a crack. I can see the moon by the window. When the light came in, the outline of the room could be clearly seen. The two people on the bed were sleeping together but not embracing each other. After a long time, my husband turned around and faced my back. He hesitantly put his hands on my shoulders, moved closer inch by inch, and then tightened inch by inch, holding me in his arms. I am just coping with my husband as I used to be. I have no emotions to begin with. The same postures and movements that have been the same for ten years have made me excited and excited when I was newlywed. In recent years, this unchanging process has become as boring as taking a bath or brushing my teeth. But my husband was still the same as before, he couldn't get enough of me. He put his hand into my pajamas and tossed a pair of breasts like a pressure ball. He didn't even get up, and went in close to my back. It was slow to explain in depth and simplicity, but soon enough, I could not help but make the sound of the integration of body and mind. I never loved him and never liked him. Some people may think he is pitiful, but I know better. Based on a woman’s intuition, I know that he will not be without a woman in the one or two months since he left us. But I will not refuse. As a woman, a woman who is nearly middle-aged, I hope that my charm will last forever. My husband’s hot eyes and uncontrollable heavy breathing are an encouragement and affirmation to me, which can make me feel Psychological satisfaction. He was doing the same things to me as before, and I tried hard to cater to his movements, but in my heart I was thinking about ending it early, and in the process, I started to think about my son involuntarily. I was bewildered that I had begun to react this way. When his father is around, the son is usually very honest. This reassures me. He is very SMart and knows that I belong to him when my husband is not at Home. In addition, and more importantly, he does not relax in his studies. He knew very well that if it affected his studies, he would never do anything with me. If my husband is not at Home, he will be hard on me. I don’t know how to reject him anymore. Sometimes, my husband would have sex with me at night, and the next day my son would insist on having sex with me. Just like the ancients said: father and son share the same acupuncture point, it seems that it should be in our Family. Women are inherently at a disadvantage when it comes to sex, because our bodies don’t have protrusions and we don’t have the ability to invade the body of the opposite sex.External organ form, so it has been passive for thousands of years. So when there is sexual relations between men and women, people don't say that the woman slept with the man, but only that the man slept with the woman. So, even though Xiaodong is my son, what happened between us was that he slept with me, and I was slept with by him. To put it crudely, he fucked me and I was fucked by him. He conquered me, and I was conquered by him. The above is undoubtedly one of the main reasons why children who are also Oedipal like their mothers. At this time, they completely changed their roles, from being passive to being active. Perhaps for those boys, nothing excites them more than conquering their mothers in bed. Watching their mother, who they had always been in awe of, now screamed while being fucked by them, undoubtedly made them very excited. Now, he is the conqueror, and I am the conquered. So, my son would call me from time to time when I was there. He would keep Calling me mom, and he liked to call me this while fucking me while I moaned. I know he did it because he wanted me to know he was fucking me. My son likes to look at photos with me and reminisce about the past and fuck me at the same time. According to his words, thinking about every bit of our mother and son in the past, and then thinking about me being fucked by him now, there is nothing more exciting than this. He would touch and squeeze my plump butt and say, "mom, your body is so soft. Lying on it is like lying on a cotton bag." I could only bite my lip and ignore him. That day he forcibly grabbed my hand and put it on his erection...mom, please touch it, this is my thorn. "...My son said to me with a SMile." This sentence let me know that this child actually He has also not forgotten the so-called sex education I gave him when he was a child. This makes me feel very complicated, because it shows that my education did not have any effect at all. The body of a mature woman is a huge temptation for a boy who has just entered puberty. My son stripped me naked and asked me to lie down on the bed and put a pillow under my butt. When I, the mother, blushed and listened to his words and lifted my legs up, the entire most private area between my legs It was all exposed to him. I have a lot of pubic hair, which is thick, shiny, black, and slightly curly. It is above and on both sides of my labia majora. It completely covers my brown Vulva from top to bottom. The bottom is my more secret Anus. The color of this entire part is The white and SMooth skin all over my body is in sharp contrast. Under the light, I tried my best to overcome my shame. I bit my lip and looked at my son tinkering with me with a red face. "Looking at the strong pines in the dim dusk, flying through the chaotic clouds still calmly. A natural fairy cave, infinite scenery on the dangerous peak." My son memorized the poem while playing with my place. I was stunned, and then I knew that what he was memorizing was written by Mao Zedong. Qijue·"Photograph of Lushan Immortal Cave inscribed with Comrade Li Jin". This little rascal! I was ashamed and embarrassed, but also wondered how my son knew so much at such a young age. "mom, why do you have so much hair on your pussy?" My son likes to ask me while playing with me. Hearing that coming out of his mouthI closed my eyes and gasped slightly, ignoring him. My face turned red as if it was about to drip. "...mom, do you know? I used to be very curious about women. Our Family just bought a computer two years ago. When I was young, I used Baidu to search "What does a woman's lower body look like?" and the result was, "Do you know what the best answer Baidu gives?"...My son asked while playing with my labia. "...Um...what?"...I lay there, feeling the Pleasure brought by my son's fingers and couldn't help but ask. "Baidu knows the best answer: it's 'B'!" My son raised his head and looked at me. "Disgusting!" All I could do was blush and stare at him. "So this is just playing with women!" My son said, playing with my labia minora. His fingers gently spread her labia, and his middle finger dug into her Vagina. It was warm and slippery, and the Semen quickly wet his fingers. But my son’s words reminded me of an incident in the past, which should have happened not long before this happened to my son: I was watching TV that day, and he was reading the newspaper after finishing his Homework. Later, he came over and pointed to a sentence in the newspaper and asked me what he meant. I looked at what he was referring to in the newspaper. It reported on the corruption of a high-ranking official. There was this sentence on it: "He is suspected of accepting bribes and misappropriating more than 9 million yuan." He had more than 26 million yuan in public funds and more than 180,000 yuan in embezzlement. People behind his back said that he was a "three-player" cadre who "played with power, played with money, and played with women." "mom, what is playing with women?" The son pointed like that. Ask me that question. I didn't expect him to ask this. I was embarrassed for a moment and didn't know how to answer, "...this..." I hesitated, it was really hard to explain. I'm even a little annoyed with the author of this article. What do you mean? The son next to me seemed to be refusing to give up until he figured it out. "...Oh...that means he is bad..." I reluctantly excused myself and left quickly. "mom, what is playing with women?" At this time, the son suddenly asked again. I was also startled, and then I saw the child with a wicked SMile on his face. I suddenly realized that it was so! It turns out that he asked me on purpose at that time! He was teasing me at that time: "Bad guy!" I said bitterly. "Tell me! What is playing with women?" The son refused. His fingers quickly rubbed my most sensitive clitoris, which made me feel numb as if I was getting an electric shock. "...Hmm..." I couldn't stop panting and kept Moaning: "...Hmm...um...ah...ah" "Aren't you here now..." I bit my lip and said, His face became even redder. From time to time, I see in newspapers "examples of a certain high-ranking official playing with women, getting himself burned, and ruined his reputation", or the State Council issued several orders, "It is prohibited to use public funds to eat and drink, play with women..." and other documents. Whenever I see these, I always feel deeply angry and sad. This word "play" is full of contempt for women and fully demonstrates the inequality of social status between men and women. The country shouts about equality between men and women every day, but the use of words to argue against such inequality is invisible.Put women in a lower class, because toys can be played with, animals can be played with, how can people be played with! God created man for the purpose of carrying on the Family line and did not specify who should play with whom. Why would future generations have to create the word "play"? The majority of female compatriots felt so uncomfortable hearing this. of course I can't explain so much to him now. My face is red and my ears are hot, and his hand has become unbearably lustful, and the water below keeps seeping out.