Chapter 3 Secret Manor

Author's chat outside the article: A reader sent a text message asking me if I had encountered real mother-son incest cases during my daily work?

Actually, I have not encountered it so far. I studied educational psychology. The main job is to help solve psychological problems that adolescents have during adolescence (12-18 years old), emotional problems encountered by college students when studying and first entering society after the New Year, life confusion, etc.

However, during my studies, I have indeed consulted a lot of literature on family incest issues, including a large number of real cases and statistical data from social surveys, because the occurrence of these events is often closely related to children's growth and sexual psychological problems.

In fact, with the progress and development of contemporary society, the bottom line of many traditional moral rules is being increasingly impacted and shaken.

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Bangbangbang!

That man was knocking on the door

XXX?

It was the voice of our class teacher. She might have heard my shout just now!

I was so scared that I stopped all my behaviors. My hands and feet were stiff and at a loss. I didn't even dare to exhale.

XXX Mom, are you at home?

Um?

My mother suddenly woke up and heard someone calling her outside the door. She was about to answer, but I covered her mouth

lie

I made a gesture of silence, pointed out quickly outside the door, and shook my head

I quietly lifted the quilt from the edge of the bed and pulled it behind me. Then I grabbed a corner with one hand and pulled it up hard, covering both of us, mother and son in the quilt.

Someone didn't?

The door was knocked hard again. I was very afraid that the head teacher pushed the door hard at this moment because my mother did not lock it from inside when she closed the door just now.

I patted my mother's breasts and signaled her to respond quickly

My mother didn't dare to act rashly at this time. She asked with a trembling voice: Who is Ah?

Eh? Someone Ah?

Fortunately, the head teacher did not push the door open

It's me, XXX's head teacher. I forgot to tell you just now that you have to take your child to school in person on Monday. The child needs to come to me to write a check and guarantee letter.

I have been very obedient since I was a child. In my heart, I always felt that writing examinations is something that only bad kids would ask for. So when I heard the words "writing examinations" I moved a little nervously, and as a result, my cock made a sound of air twitching in my mother's vagina.

Uh Ah~

Unprepared mother suddenly had an orgasm, her entire waist was thrust upwards, and the liquid was poured onto my glans.

I just felt that my entire vagina became hot and slippery, and the whole cock was covered with water. I pulled it out curiously and gently pulled it out, and my cock was pulled out.

I found that the friction was not as strong as before, and I suddenly felt very excited and couldn't help but stab my penis forward again and

AHAH ～

This stab made my mother's already tense body tremble, and she couldn't help but scream.

Can you open the door? I didn’t hear what you said clearly?

The head teacher asked a little strangely, and I could feel that the door of the house had reached the limit of blocking after being lightly pressed by her hands. Only a little more force was needed to push it away.

I said, I understand, I will take him to school tomorrow

My mother also felt the door of the head teacher shook slightly when he pressed the door of the house. Fortunately, the door frame of the broken rental house built by the villagers was not regular, so the door was so solid.

She answered, staring at my eyes, who were lying on her chest and her head was covered in the quilt.

She had to answer this

But I experienced some stimulation in this dangerous environment, and my waist began to swing and thrust into it.

My mother glared at me with an angry face, but she didn't dare to act rashly. She could only use her legs to clamp my body to stop me from moving.

This was undoubtedly futile. I arrogantly licked my mother's breasts and chest, not caring about the pain of my arms being grabbed into the flesh by my mother's nails.

Well, then I'll leave

The head teacher waited for a while, but when he saw that the door had not opened, he had to give up the plan to enter the house. Her face suddenly appeared on the glass and waved her hand at the mother inside the house.

Seeing this, my mother hugged me and pressed me tightly against her body. Then she smiled at the director of the teaching outside the window and nodded.

My whole face was buried deep in my mother's chest, my nose and mouth were blocked and I couldn't breathe, and I fell into a state of suffocation. It lasted for a few seconds. Suddenly my anus tightened and I ejaculated with semen.

Ah!

My mother panicked and suddenly lifted the quilt, and saw my cock still spitting something into her belly.

She was furious and pushed me hard, pushing me directly from the bed

My head hit the back of my head and fell to the concrete floor. My cock was obviously not reacting yet. His head was exposed and he stood up blankly, covered with body fluids.

My mother grabbed the sheets and began to wipe her vagina frantically. While wiping, she cried and scolded me: Little bastard, you are crazy! Do such a careless thing!

I was a little annoyed when I heard this. I rubbed the back of my head and leaned against the wardrobe, and stood up crookedly.

I am your mother! I am your mother! I am your mother! How can you do such a thing!!!

I was also gasping for breath, neither convinced nor knew how to answer, so I began to lash out at my head crazily

My mother was obviously frightened by my sudden action. She was stunned for a few seconds, then rushed over to block my hands.

What are you doing? What are you doing? Are you crazy?

Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!

I stomped my feet while gritting my teeth, and my mother controlled my hands and started hitting my head against the cabinet.

My mother couldn't stop it, so she grabbed my hand and pulled it behind her, and we fell on the bed together.

Mom, I'm sorry, I was wrong! I shouldn't have done this

I burst into tears and began to regret what I did. I suddenly realized what I had done.

I don't know what's wrong with me. Every day, I think of these yellow things in my head. The cock is always uncontrollable. It's hard every day. If I don't work on it, it will always be like this.

I said and pointed at my cock. It was not as arrogant as before, but it did not completely soften. It was tilted in the air and pointed directly at my mother's belly.

My mother was a little at a loss. She held my hand, but her whole body shrank back, as if she was afraid of being bitten by it.

I looked at my mother while crying. Her whole body was lying in front of me, and a pair of breasts were piled up together. Looking at the breasts I had just licked, my cock began to raise my head again

Look at it! It is not under my control!

I pointed at my penis and complained helplessly

What to do?

Obviously, my mother, who had no experience in this, was panicked. She stared at me with wide eyes and was at a loss, and then secretly looked at my already hard cock.

We, mother and son, were both frozen on the spot, looking awkwardly at each other's air seemed to freeze. Only the sound of the second hand moving around in the room was heard.

Only...

I'm the first to break the deadlock

In fact, we all know how to solve this problem, but no one can raise it first, so we confronted each other

Mom didn't respond, she thought for a while, turned around and sat up

Then...

She was still in a fierce ideological struggle, but when she said that, she only pointed it out in an instant

bring it on

I suddenly felt nervous. I knew what made her finally make up her mind. I read her psychological activities from the look she had just swept over the scar of my left leg.

Feeling guilty

It was a stone that had been pressing on her heart for more than ten years. Maybe she felt that doing so would help her atone for her sins and reduce some of her heavy psychological burdens for many years.

My pitiful and kind mother Ah!

Her acquiescence is like an imperial edict to me, and there is no limit between us, mother and son.

I pounced on my mother and began to kiss her cheeks and lips frantically, my eyes wet and tears gushed like springs.

etc!

I paused my behavior and looked at her in confusion. She wiped the tears from her face, pointed to the window and said: Pull the curtains

over

I read the personal story in the archives of the Lost Boy. In addition to being a little moved, my penis actually got a magical erect.

Since my mother slapped that way in the bathroom at the age of 14, my penis has become ill of not lifting it

From then on, these real-life cases have become tools that can stimulate me to cause sexual excitement

I remember the supplementary recording at the end of the file said that since that day, he has been maintaining frequent sexual intercourse with his mother.

On average, it is five times a day, once in the morning, once at noon, and three times at night. Sometimes I am outside. I feel that I will do it when I come and do it on weekends. Both mother and son are at home, and they can do it from morning to night, 10 to 20 times.

I was shocked when I read such data, wondering if this kid was bragging about it. If it was true, this guy was a human pile driver Ah!

Later, after checking my mother's initial diagnosis of him, I realized that he is actually a sex addiction patient

Sex addiction refers to the feeling of anxiety and pain that an individual has strong, forced continuous or periodic sexual impulses, behavioral impulses that are not satisfied.

People with sexual addiction or hypersexual desire generally have some characteristics. They have recurring sexual fantasies, sexual impulses and sexual expression behaviors for at least 3 months. The frequency and intensity of their normal emotional expression have seriously affected the level of their normal emotional expression.

From a clinical perspective, these people have particularly strong sexual behavior requirements, and their reactions are extremely rapid, easy and intense. Even hugging, kissing, and touching can produce strong orgasm.

If you are not satisfied, some other symptoms will appear, such as dizziness, insomnia, weakness in the limbs, dazed, etc. In short, it will be uncomfortable all over.

Patients with hypersexual desire are mostly males, few females

There are at least two factors that cause sexual addiction:

As for internal factors, the disorder of hormone secretion in the body is 10% higher than that of ordinary people. It is called hypersexuality (also known as excessive sexual desire. It is a disease characterized by excessive sexual desire as the main feature of sexual demands that are too strong. Patients with sexual intercourse are too frequent and often do not feel satisfied every day or even several times a day)

, is a kind of sexual dysfunction, mostly due to endocrine diseases, such as adrenal tumors, pituitary tumors, etc.

External causes are biased in psychological development, which is related to the influence of family and social environment.

For example: pornographic books, film and television temptations; bad demonstrations of elders; mental stress is too high and no better way to relieve stress, and have to resort to sex, and eventually form psychological dependence, etc.

People with illness are often those who live in a certain lack of environment or have low births and physical defects since childhood. For example, some corrupt officials live in poor families since childhood, and their needs are often not met. Once they have power, they will try their best to conquer money and engage in sexual promiscuity.

This is my mother's conclusion, conveying her hidden worries about this crowd

I have another idea about this

Although I look down on the lost boy deep down, he is naive and ignorant in his thoughts, cowardly in his personality, and his rational self-control ability is also very trash.

But I have a kind of understanding of what he thinks and does. Maybe this is what my mother says professionally empathizes.

I think he is not comparable to me in many aspects, in terms of thinking ability or the maturity of his thinking level, he is far inferior to me in terms of his thinking ability and his thinking level.

However, growing up in a single-parent family, he has lived in a family environment that is much more relaxed and comfortable than me since childhood:

His mother is just an ordinary rural woman with low knowledge and simple minds, but she has been caring for him and loving him since she was a child. And my mother only brings me high-intensity mental pressure and physical pain punishment. I live in this shadow of fear that is silent every day

To me, it is a luxury

After the lost boy did the wrong thing, his mother did not just refuse or beat and scold him simply, but chose to understand and comfort him after hearing his crying, and finally help him solve the problem together. In contrast, when I was in a state of ignorance, I was just driven by instinct to unconsciously do some extraordinary actions, which made my mother feel as if she was humiliated.

After that, she never looked at me with her eyes, and her attitude became even colder. Seeing me was like looking at an ugly puppy

So when the lost boy expressed his guilt and self-blame for his behavior to me, I couldn't help but sneer:

You don't know how lucky you are

What's the meaning?

Your first time with your mother is not only a release of your personal sexual desire, but also a manifestation of love from your mother to you. I ask you, why do men and women have sex?

Because... they need to have children

It is just a natural program, for the purpose of life to continue to reproduce. This is a biological purpose, including the pleasure of sexual intercourse, but God is just to tempt people to follow the candy he gave, a little profit of flies. What I said is a higher, spiritual meaning.

I have no idea

What a fool

I couldn't help but curse. Although I was the same age, our ideological realm was not in the same dimension at all. It was so far apart that it made me feel difficult to communicate.

Let me explain it to you step by step. Let me ask you, has your mother ever found other men since your father died?

She said she was afraid that I would be bullied by her stepfather for the sake of me

Yes, that is, you are the only man around your mother after your father passed away

I emphasized the word "man" to this teenage boy.

Let me ask you again, did your father sleep with your mother when he came home during the Chinese New Year?

Yes, we were in the same room, but I slept in a small bed by myself, and they slept in a large bed

Have you heard the sound of them having sex at night?

There have been several times...

Then your father is not at home, but your mother is, how to solve the sexual problems?

I don't know that when my dad is not at home, I will go to bed in the big bed, I...

His voice suddenly paused, and I quickly typed and asked him:

What's wrong with you? Keep talking

I have heard my mother make a sound...the same sound as when I did that thing, but sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night and hear it. The room is dark, and I can't see what she is doing, I can only hear the sound

Your mother is masturbating, just like you, using her hands to satisfy her sexual desires

I'll tell him directly

But you think, just like when you masturbate, there must be a sexual fantasy object, who do you think she was thinking about at that time?

Of course my dad is my dad

What about after your dad dies?

……

The lost boy fell into silence, and it took him a long time to speak: I don't know

You know, you just don't dare to say it

I shook my fingers and typed them out word by word:

At once

yes

you

I'm not guessing that I still have a file in my hand, but my mother specifically asked about the lost boy

Surroundings conducted by mom

In the information, his mother hesitated and told me why she quickly accepted her son's request and even completed the previous sex.

If she wanted to refuse, she could have kicked the child away at that time, as a strong adult

My mom wrote in the file

I didn't faint for so long, only for a while. To be honest, I was very panicked and scared, but... but I also enjoyed it. I had fantasized about similar scenes, but I felt very disgusting every time and didn't dare to think about it anymore.

According to the lost boy's mother, she said that since his father's death, her sexual desires and sexual needs have been even more unreleased and satisfied.

At that time, the son's body, who had just entered puberty, had begun to develop slowly. This could be seen in her close contact in daily life. For example, he often touched her body secretly in the middle of the night; his little cock began to grow bigger; sometimes he would see his morning erection in his sleep when he woke up in the morning.

This male organ was exposed nakedly in front of her, so it naturally became part of her fantasy when she masturbated

Impossible! No! My mother is not such a person! She hates this!

Calm down! Child

I've had enough of his unstable emotions

Your mother is not like you think you are, it is because of her psychopathic.

In fact, just like when your father is not at home, she will think of your father. When your father is gone, her only spiritual sustenance is you.

So, she doesn't miss you because of those lustful things, on the contrary, she is for love, just like she loves your dad

To love me?

Yes? Are you having sex with your mother just because you want to vent your animal desires? But why did you choose your mother? Didn’t you want to have sex with her because you love her?

Yes, I only love my mom

Yes, your mother is the same as you, she only loves you

You pig brain finally understand

So you will only have sex with her now, not others. This is what I just said. The higher sexual intercourse activities, the spiritual meaning is love.

After writing these words, I felt a little moved

So, what you do, your mother endures what you do out of guilt. This is not true at all. Have sex is a matter of mutual love, but she is not happy, you are actually helpless, so your guilt is completely unnecessary.

Really?

What you need most now is to truly love your mother and take good care of her, because she is not only the object of your sexual intercourse, but also your lover. As you said: You are originally a part of your mother's body, and mother and son are born together. There is no closer relationship in the world than this.

Well...I understand

I heard that he was no longer nervous, and I began to feel a firm tone in my heart.

Actually, you are not alone

I saw that the time had come, and I threw the bait at the right time

What does it mean? Teacher Zhang?

There are many people like you who have the same problem and I am looking for me. In other words, you actually have many similar types.

Who are they? Have they had sex with their mother?

Yes, you are all Oedipus complexes. In fact, everyone has Oedipus complexes, but the degree is different. It's just that you are the group of people with the heaviest complexes. This is like the spectrum, you are the darkest part.

I don't know if he can understand what I mean, but I believe he will figure it out soon

There is a room here, they are all here, you can join in, get to know each other, and communicate

I gave him a password key to the Cyber ​​Room. There are more than 30 people in this room, and I am also in it. Of course, I also used a pseudonym.

This room is called Oedipus' Garden, and I am the owner of this garden

Lost Boy, I added soon

In a room next door, I existed as another person. Teacher Zhang exists here, and it is a meeting room for more than 30 mothers.

My baby, I asked me to wear a set of clothes that day. It was said to be clothes, but in fact, only a few ropes were tied to my body. The underwear was just a rope, and everything was exposed. Oh ~ I was so embarrassed.

What are you afraid of? I took over and said, "I'm flirting with you."

We are all this old, what else can we not dare to do?