The Story of Me and My Mom
Copyright© 2024 by danbaifen
Chapter 3
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 3 - It was an irresistible force. There was no inner struggle, no fierce judgment of right and wrong. That force pressed my mouth against my mother's soft lips. I didn't want to give up the hot feeling of our four lips, but my tongue couldn't help but reveal it to explore deeper into my mother. I remember deeply that my mother's mouth was hesitant.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Incest Mother Son
I don’t know exactly when my mother and my father went through the divorce procedures, and this incident didn’t have any impact on me. After all, I didn’t have much impression of my father, and he only played an imaginary role in this family.
My mother’s remarriage was still arranged by my grandfather, and was also introduced by an acquaintance. The man was from Fujian, two years older than my mother, and he had worked in a government department in Nanjing before leaving.
I didn’t know the news until my mother was about to get married. It was still my mother who asked an aunt to explain to me, saying that it was mainly because she was afraid that it would affect my studies.
The wedding date was chosen on the 18th day of the first lunar month of 1987, which was the last day of my winter vacation. Because the man’s ancestral home was too far away, the wedding was held at my grandfather’s house, which was equivalent to my grandfather recruiting a live-in son-in-law.
After all, it was a second marriage, and the guests that day were only my five uncles. Of course, there was no ceremony. Everyone had a reunion dinner, which was considered to be acknowledging this new member of the family.
The not-too-busy day passed quickly, and the five uncles returned to their respective homes. After dinner, my grandfather, who had been busy all day, was very sleepy and went to rest. Because there were not enough rooms, my grandfather and I slept in the same room.
From my heart, I absolutely cannot accept my mother going into the same room with a strange man. I sat in the living room without moving. My mother saw what I was thinking and stood up and said to my grandfather: “Dad, this child has a lot of things to do at night, let him sleep in the same room with me.” After that, she gave the man a look, and the man said: “It’s okay, Dad, I will sleep in your room, let the child sleep in the same room with his mother.” Grandpa didn’t say anything, got up and went back to his room. My mother said to the man: “You should go early too.” “Okay,” the man went to rest. My mother and I sat quietly beside the dining table without saying anything. The air in the room seemed to be frozen. I was full of grievances and longed for my mother’s comfort. In the end, my mother stood up and said: “Do you want to sleep? If not, I will sit with you for a while.” “Mom, it’s so cold in the countryside. Will we freeze at night?”
“It’s okay. We’ll be warm in bed. Let’s go to sleep.”
I followed my mother into another bedroom. To be exact, it should be my mother’s new room. This is an old house that has just been painted. The furnishings in the room are all new tables and chairs. The big red wedding character on the head of the bed is particularly eye-catching under the light. The good neighbors have already made the bed during the day. The big red double quilt and the big red double pillow seem to foreshadow everything that is about to happen.
My mother reached out and took out the hot water bag from the quilt and handed it to me: “Take this and warm your hands.”
I paced around the room shiveringly while holding the hot water bag that was not too hot.
“Are you warmer?” Mom asked me, and I nodded shiveringly.
Mom said again: “Hurry up and get into bed, just cover yourself with the quilt.”
Every time I took off a piece of clothing, the biting cold made me shiver. It was not until I got into the warm bed that I slowly recovered. I looked at my mother in the bed and said: “You go to bed too, Mom.”
“Yeah.” Mom walked to the wall and turned off the lights in the room. Although the lights were off, the room was not dark, because the bright moonlight on the 18th of the first lunar month pierced into the room. Mom seemed to notice this. After removing the heavy outer clothes and coats, she got into bed in autumn clothes and autumn pants.
I stared at my mother’s every move. I didn’t believe that my mother, who always wore pajamas to sleep, would really sleep in her clothes like this.
Sure enough, after just lying there for a few minutes, my mother fumbled in the quilt to take off her autumn clothes and autumn pants. At the moment when my mother pulled the clothes out of the quilt, my heart suddenly accelerated. The desire that had been hidden for nearly half a year began to stir in my body again. My mother, who was only wearing a bra and briefs, released a lot of her body’s unique breath, especially in this closed and warm quilt. I couldn’t help trembling because of excitement.
My trembling made my mother aware of it. She stretched out her arm and touched me and said, “Are you still cold?”
I nodded helplessly and shook my head again. My mother took back her arm when she saw that I was fine, and then said, “Go to sleep.”
How could I fall asleep peacefully? I lay in my place in the quilt in a daze. I admit that I had the urge to pounce on my mother at that time, but after all, it had been half a year since the last sex. In this half year, I have suppressed such urges countless times.
But the primitive desire made me manic, and it hit my psychology that was about to collapse again and again.
The countryside in northern Jiangsu in winter is quiet, with only a few barking dogs telling people that it is late at night. No one knows that in the same quilt on the wedding bed in this new house, there are two mothers and sons wrapped in almost naked clothes.
“Mom” I exhaled these two words in a pitiful tone.
“Well, I haven’t fallen asleep yet,” my mother answered with her back to me.
“Mom” I used the tone of childhood uncontrollably.
Perhaps this tone aroused the maternal love in my mother’s heart. My mother turned around and said in a gentle voice.
“What’s wrong?” After saying that, she stretched out her jade arm again and stroked my head.
“I want..., okay, mom” I asked in a way that was close to crying.
After hearing what I said, my mother did not move her arm away, but stayed on my neck. My heart was throbbing, and I waited for my mother’s answer nervously and excitedly. I could feel my mother’s hand shaking slightly on my neck, and I knew that she was also struggling fiercely in her heart.
Finally, desire dominated my and my mother’s world again. My mother’s fragrant body pressed against my already hot body.