postscript

A little off topic, I actually wrote another article about my mother and I forgot when it happened. At that time, a certain pornographic website had an essay about mother and son. I wrote that article when I was so excited. However, after just a few days, I deleted that article. Although the article looked more like a novel, I was still afraid that the true identity of my mother and I would be exposed between the lines, and the second was that I didn’t want my mother to be fantasized by others. Maybe that article was much more refined than this casual post, but I think this article recorded my heart more realistically. As for why I wrote this article, I think the postscript of that article can be explained. Below is the postscript of that article

I wrote these words in a few days, and I have been immersed in deep memories these days. This is a real story. Every detail is so clear. I had sex with my mother again yesterday.

I have never known why I am like this with my mother, and I have never asked my mother. We never discuss this topic. After all, mother-son incest is a taboo. Even if you have sex with your mother now, you will feel self-blame and uneasy. I have never asked my mother for not feeling well. But after that, I couldn't help but devote myself to taboo sex and enjoy every detail. The huge pleasure brought by taboo sex

As for why my mother is like me, my father is away all year round, and the poor health is just a small factor. Just imagine how much comfort a ignorant boy can bring to my mother in her early thirties?

I think the reason why my mother is like me is probably because of her deep maternal love, the tolerance and understanding brought by great maternal love, and she brings her son everything she can to give with her heavy burden.

After thinking for a long time, I finally decided to post this article. Mother-son incest is a taboo topic. In the real world, you can't tell anyone. Freud's human trinity believes that everyone has an Oedipus plot. I don't mean that everyone will be like me, but in fact, I think the scope of mother-son incest is much larger than what we think, such as having sexual fantasies or sexual impulses towards mothers?

There are many people who have kissed and touched my mother, and they have had sex with my mother like me, but mother-son incest is a secret matter and rarely exposed to the public.

If you have similar experiences, you might as well say it and commemorate each other our great mothers!

In many pornographic novels or some so-called experiences on the InternetIn the story, after it happened with my mother, it was all kinds of postures, nonsense, and the mom and son screaming. I don’t know, at least I didn’t. During the day, we are normal mother and son, and no one would mention it. This kind of thing is just a secret game between mother and son at night. The desire of adolescent teenagers is strong, and I wish I had sex with my mother every day. Many times, even if I see my mother’s graceful body during the day, I will be full of desire, and the lower part will rise high, and my mother will intentionally control me, and the mother and son are between mother and son.There is a tacit understanding. I don’t know if there is really telepathy. Anyway, I can feel it through my eyes and subtle movements. Whether it is OK tonight or not. Although it is not possible every night, it is at least four or five times a week, especially on Friday and Saturday nights. I can feel some of my mother’s instinctive repulsion. For example, my mother does not allow me to take off her underwear. Every time, my mother turns her back to me. I clumsyly pull down my mother’s underwear and then enter from behind...

Especially at first, my mother was not allowed to touch other parts of her body except for the necessary contact between her genitals. After each time, she would interrupt my warmth and rush me back to her room. On the other hand, I could also feel my mother's needs. There was no foreplay at that time, but my mother was wet every time. I would have an orgasm soon after I entered. The most obvious feeling was the trembling of my mother's body and the twitching of her lower body and the uncontrollable moaning softly, and it was more than once. For an ignorant teenager, I thought women were like this. It was not until I went to college that I had a girlfriend that I realized that women were different (this is what I will talk about later)

Another problem that cannot be avoided is contraception. Every time I ejaculate, I am lucky that my mother wears a ring, but at that time, the silly boy had almost no concept of contraception.