My incest story

[Morality Double]

I don’t know why I’m writing this here, but maybe someone will be interested in the story of my incest, and maybe this story will help someone.

My mother is now 47 years old, I’m 23. My father left us when I was 1 year old. My mother raised me alone. She most likely had men, but I never saw them, she didn’t take them home. Sometimes I accidentally saw my mother naked, for example when I went into her room and she was changing clothes or something like that. Her shape was beautiful, but not model-like. Starting from the age of 12-14, my penis began to stand up on her, but I never really paid any attention to this since these were minute moments and I understood that this was because of my age. But one day, when I was 18 years old (she was 42 at that time), we slept in the same bed. We lived in a two-room apartment. And when one of the rooms was being renovated, she temporarily moved into my room and slept with me. I went to bed, a little later my mother came and lay down with me, covering herself with the same blanket. At some point in the dream, I woke up because my mother threw her leg over me, I felt her thigh with my penis, my small penis (13 cm) stood up and then I realized that I wanted my mother. I was very excited, her smell, breath, short lace nightie drove me crazy. But I controlled myself. In the morning, mom went to work, and I spent the whole day jerking off to her nightie, which smelled pleasantly like mom. After that day, I calmed down, thinking that it was all because I had never had a girlfriend, and I definitely couldn’t have anything with my mother. But sometimes memories would come up and I would get excited again by my mother, try to spy on her, catch her naked, then go and jerk imagining how I was fucking her and everything would go away. The repairs continued and we still slept together, one night when my mother came, a little drunk from her friend, she also lay down next to me. I waited until she fell asleep and wanted to quietly jerk off while looking at her sleeping body. In a fit of passion, he couldn’t restrain himself and put his hand on her knee and gently led her up her leg towards her pussy. When my hand was already between her legs, I felt that she was wearing panties, my brain was already not thinking well and I tried to feel her pussy through the panties. At that moment, my mother woke up abruptly and, realizing what was happening, removed my hand and pretended that she continued to sleep. At that moment I almost burned with shame, the excitement disappeared and there was only one thought: how to look my mother in the eyes now. But to my surprise, after that day, my mother began to behave strangely. I began to see her walking around the house in her underwear more often. Sometimes she did the cleaning in a thong, bending over in front of me, when she bathed she left the door slightly open, I understood that these were just my speculations and there were no hints in this. I was ashamed in front of my mother for that incident and no longer had any vulgar thoughts in her direction. The renovation was completed, my mother moved into her room and I felt calmer, I had already begun to forget about that incident, everything fell into place. One day I went into my mother’s room to do exercises and saw a beautiful picture, my mother was sleeping on her stomach, throwing off the blanket, her legs were spread and I saw her beautiful pussy for the first time, I will never forget these sexy labia. I was very excited again, my penis became stone. Coming out of the room, I stood and didn’t know what to do, then I came in a few more times and looked at it, I really wanted to jerk off to my mother’s pussy, but I was afraid that my mother would wake up again at the most inopportune moment and I would no longer be able to explain anything to her. I sat in my room and couldn’t get thoughts of my mother out of my head. I suddenly began to remember the moments when she walked around the apartment in her underwear and I thought, what if she deliberately excited me with her body. Then I began to doubt and did not understand what to do. At one point the thought occurred to me that we only live once, come what may, and still we need to go. I quietly entered my mother’s room, she had already rolled over on her back and continued to sleep. Seeing her completely naked body, her sexy breasts completely blew my mind. I sat down next to her, licked her nipple and there was no stopping me, I began to gently stroke her pussy, goosebumps were creeping across my body and it seemed like I was about to cum right in my panties. Turning around, I saw that my mother was lying looking at me and smiling. I fell into a stupor and didn’t know what to do next. She said: well, come to me. I absolutely didn’t understand what to do next, but my mother did everything herself, she put me on the bed and, stroking my body, pulled off my panties. At that moment I was the happiest person on earth, I realized that now everything would be fine with her. Taking my penis in her hands, she began to slowly sit on it, inserting it into her pussy. My body suddenly became hot, my heart began to beat very hard, and my penis was like a stone. I felt him slowly enter her. I felt my mother’s warm and wet vagina with my penis. She slowly rose and fell on my penis, her breathing quickened and light moans appeared in it. Resting her hands on my chest, she began to speed up, and after about ten such squats, I came right into her. Afraid of my wretchedness, I didn’t know what to say, but my mother just asked: “Are you done?” explaining to me that this was normal. After about 10 minutes of break, we continued to have sex and this time it was longer. For a week, every day, as soon as my mother came home from work, we had sex with her, she told me how to behave correctly in this matter, at some moments she praised me, saying that I was doing everything correctly, but in ordinary life we ​​behaved as before . At some point I asked my mother what would happen next, because this couldn’t go on forever. She explained to me that this is just satisfying our vital needs, and there is nothing wrong with that. We periodically had sex like an ordinary married couple, but in everyday life we ​​continued to live as mother and son, pretending that nothing was happening. About 3 years ago I found myself a girlfriend and we started living together. But when I come to visit my mother, sometimes we have sex with her. I don’t like to deceive my girlfriend, but I also can’t tell her that I’m fucking my mother. None of my loved ones know about this.

Today I came home drunk and decided to write my story here. Maybe she will help someone. This does not mean that you need to fuck with your relatives, but if you feel that you both need it, go for it!

[Guest]

I think if it’s by consent, it’s not scary

[Piero]

Today I came home drunk and decided to write my story here. Maybe she will help someone. This does not mean that you need to fuck with your relatives, but if you feel that you both need it, go for it!

Well, here is a wonderful example of good heterosexual incest that brought joy to my mother and son, without affecting the psyche of both and without causing any negative consequences! Bravissimo!

[I find]

Wonderful sweet story, can I have a photo of my mother?

[Maxim123]

Nice

[MISTER_COCK]

Something seems to be true!) It’s a pity that I’m not as decisive as the author of the topic in this regard, I would have fucked mine long ago too)))

[nobody.someone]

Yes, great story. Thank you

[schäfer]

My story not about mom, but still. My aunt once caught me spying on another relative through the window in the bathhouse. She said that she would punish me, I waited in horror, I thought what she had come up with, but the main thing was that she didn’t tell anyone. At night (I was sleeping in the living room on the sofa, and my brother was in his room) I woke up from someone stroking me between my legs, I screamed in fear, but she covered my mouth and told me to be silent. I promised you that I would punish you, now lie quietly. And I lay there, she pulled down my panties and began to caress my pussy with her hand, he stood up, I was lying like Lenin in the mausoleum. When she took it into her mouth, I almost immediately came in her mouth and was scared, I thought what I had done, but she swallowed it all, smacked me and told me to keep quiet about it, otherwise it would be worse for me and left. The next day she sent my brother to the store and told me to help carry water into the bathhouse for washing. As soon as my brother left, she went into the bathhouse and ordered me to undress and undressed herself. She taught me to lick pussy and kiss breasts. Well, then when I got hard, she sat on me and the races began... I was shocked and at the same time dragged wildly.. She was 38 years old then, she was short and very petite, she was a cool aunt. In short, I suspected that at night when she came to me, my uncle was jerking off and looking at us from the darkness. And then she came every night, from then on every summer I was her lover, this lasted for 4 years, and then they went to live north, never met again... Unfortunately. I forgot to write, I was 14 years old then.

[Hair shirt]

She was 38 years old then, she was short and very petite, she was a cool aunt. In short, I suspected that at night when she came to me, my uncle was jerking off and looking at us from the darkness. And then she came every night, from then on every summer I was her lover, this lasted for 4 years, and then they went to live north, never met again... Unfortunately. I forgot to write, I was 14 years old at the time.

Strange as it may seem, all this may turn out to be the truth. Because adult relatives having sex with their male nephews is very, very likely.
Especially if an adult woman does not have enough sex and she catches up with regular masturbation.

And she would be glad fuck with someone on the side but there are simply no suitable candidates on the horizon. And with those that exist, it’s scary and dangerous. And simply pestering passers-by on the street is also not an option. In general, in fact, it’s still a problem to find a partner for sex if you don’t have one. And forever how old are you and what gender are you. Our Russian mentality seems to suggest that a man usually offers, and a woman chooses. And it depends on her whether there will be sex or not. That is, she decides, not the man, whether there will be sex or not.

But this doesn’t actually mean that a woman can have sex whenever she wants and where she wants. In fact, this is very, very problematic. And in fact, as a rule, there are no suitable men. And those that exist are either very shy, or complex, or it’s scary to get involved with them because they will immediately be known to everyone in the world. That’s why I think there are womanizing men in the world. Who know how to behave correctly so that a woman chooses you and says to herself - this is the one who will finally fuck me well today!

And I think if you take some kind of transport, Well, let’s say a bus, then there must be at least a couple of women on it who want to fuck and who are ready to do it with whoever they consider suitable for this matter. That is, you just need to behave correctly. And of course, a man needs to somehow attract attention to himself. And do it somehow unobtrusively and not very rudely. So that it might even look like an accident. I was once in a large supermarket buying carrots. And to do this, I first had to choose it, put it in a plastic bag, weigh it myself and then stick a price tag on the bag.

And so I choose this carrot and some woman also does this with me . Quite large, but not taller than me. Due to the standard size of my genitals, I have never in my life aimed at large women.
And here, too, I was somehow indifferent to her presence nearby. Our hands collided a couple of times. I see her looking sideways at me. We collected them and went to weigh them both. But she can’t hang something up - the receipt with the price tag won’t come out. Let me explain to her what needs to be done. There’s already a line behind us. My aunt was all flushed, embarrassed, looking at me and smiling. That is, she obviously liked me. I weighed it after her and walked away from the scales. She doesn’t leave, let me explain why she couldn’t weigh in.

Well, in general, if I needed it, I could easily ask her what she was doing tomorrow evening, ask for her phone number. But I didn’t need it. It’s just that my wife and I have an agreement not to deceive each other. And I don’t want to ruin everything. But if it weren’t for my wife, I would of course have asked for the phone number. Well, in general, there are a lot of these women who want to fuck around. And they are of different social status - married, unmarried, single mothers, widows, and someone’s mother-in-law and aunt. You just have to behave correctly with them. And they need to like you. And for this you need to behave correctly and you need to somehow attract attention to yourself.
And I think that if you behave correctly, then an ordinary average man will have several such women at the same time. Yes, someone will fall off from time to time for various reasons, but new options will appear.

And most importantly, this will be the initiative of women and not men. What I mean is that you shouldn’t think that you need to conquer someone or storm some impregnable fortresses, no! These fortresses are ready to surrender to the mercy of the winner! They dream about it when they masturbate, they have erotic dreams on this topic, in their dreams they imagine what it will look like. And you just need to behave correctly. And here you don’t really need to look like some kind of prince on a white horse. It’s enough for you to look not like a homeless person, but just clean and tidy. Well, if you look well-groomed, then in general the chances increase very much.

Men, in fact, for the most part have complexes and somewhere in public they simply fall into a stupor if the prospect arises dating on the street or in transport. It seems to them that everyone is looking at him, that he looks like a fool, that right now he will be disgraced and then it will take him a long time to recover from this.
If anyone suffers from similar things, I would advise watching the movie Fight Club. The film is, of course, about something else. But you can take it as a basis to force yourself to complete this or that task. Well, let’s say right here and now try to meet any woman in transport. Or, more simply, at the grocery store. And still force yourself to do it. Don’t give up, don’t merge, don’t give up on this idea. But just force yourself to go up to someone and try to get a phone number.

Let it look terrible, let them send you away, let someone run away from you in horror, let whatever happens. But still try to do it. And not once or twice. And in the end, after the tenth time, something will start to work out. Shyness will go away, fear will go away, thoughts that you won’t succeed will go away. And in the end, you will definitely have someone’s phone number. Well, then you have to think about where to take her, what to drink and feed. Well, fuck of course. Because this is exactly what they expect from you, and not talk about the weather and the political situation.

I think the ideal option is to invite you to some hotel where there is a restaurant. And by ordering something in advance, it’s as if to indicate that we need this now, and we’ll take something with us to our room. And like, bring it to us in about thirty to forty minutes. And then innocently ask the woman - what should we order in our room besides a bottle of wine?
And I think that no one will break and no one will pretend to be a virgin. Maybe it’s rude, but there’s no other way to describe the situation when a woman makes all the plans for upcoming sex. And when she obviously doesn’t want him and when she has completely different plans for the next few hours.

We are talking here initially about those women who want to fuck, and not those who are waiting for a prince, or who are now going to fool this or that male representative.
In general, I must say that I now very much regret those times when I was not yet married. I regret that I was too tight and that I didn’t want to leave my comfort zone. And I was simply terrified of any contact with unfamiliar women. I remember even with those who initially treated me kindly and who maybe even hinted at something to me and even maybe wanted to specifically drag me into bed.
For some reason I ran away shamefully all the time because it was easier for me. Well, what can you say - a fool!
But in fact there were very, very many opportunities. I just had to muster up my courage. But for some reason it was always missing!
And it all ended with pain in the balls and, as a result, anonism.

By the way, there is another interesting topic...
I just didn’t pay attention to all this before, but then I looked at it from a different angle and remembered something...
Well, in general, I began to look differently at how these or other mothers-in-law were happy when the son-in-law arrives.
It never even occurred to me before. Well, they say they just treat the son-in-law like a son. Well, it kind of just fell into place. But in reality, everything is completely different.
The fact is that if you see that the mother-in-law is literally all glowing with joy when her son-in-law arrives, then this is absolutely because he is fucking her.

This is another question: does the mother-in-law’s daughter know about this, does the father-in-law know about it. Maybe they know, maybe they don’t. But the fact that it fucks is absolutely certain.
And the second...
This is that this is not even incest. It’s just that the mother-in-law wants to fuck like a gun. And here is a young strong dick. He may be a son-in-law and doesn’t really want a mother-in-law. But who will ask him about this!?
The son-in-law initially expects trouble from his mother-in-law. And she is somewhere right in her expectations. And then his mother-in-law offers him sex - and he simply has no choice! Because refuse a woman, especially if she is your mother-in-law!!!
Well, this is fucked right away!!!!

By the way, isn’t this why in the Caucasus, one of the nationalities prohibits a son-in-law from communicating with his mother-in-law? That is, according to their problems, the son-in-law after the wedding should not communicate with his mother-in-law AT ALL. Even talk!