Hypocrisy

Amalia Romanovna put down the telephone receiver. Her workday was coming to an end—the workday of one of the high-ranking officials of the city administration. Additionally, Amalia was an active member of the ethics council and the Orthodox trusteeship council. To her colleagues and those who knew her, she was a 40-year-old woman, an orthodox moralist, a supporter of traditional values. She regularly attended church and, using her official position, actively promoted her views to the public. But besides that, thanks to her position, she orchestrated various schemes that brought her profit—kickbacks, pressure on businesses

and so on. This, in the end, turned out extremely unusually for her.

A sex shop had been open in the city for about a year. The owner, Maxim, was a progressive man, an advocate for complete freedom in sexual relations. Naturally, his showroom immediately fell into disfavor with Amalia Romanovna. As a devout Orthodox activist, she made efforts to have this den of vice shut down. However, as is often the case, a person fanatically preaching about morality is not themselves a role model. From early youth, Amalia had indulged in depraved fantasies. It had become a habit for her to regularly fly off on vacation to Thailand or elsewhere and enthusiastically engage in sexual experiments—transsexuals, same-sex sex, BDSM, etc. In the end, she was a model of hypocrisy, where beneath a mask of piety hid unbridled lust and a thirst for perversions. Her imagination spilled into reality, albeit in extreme forms, but without touching the most fundamental taboos. Except for one case...

Without excessive backstory—some time ago, she had sex with her own brother, Mikhail. It happened precisely at her initiative. It was his birthday, he was drunk, and she was completely sober. But then, as if something clicked in her head, she overcame her doubts and, essentially, raped her own brother. While he was sleeping, she jerked his cock, mounted him, and only when Mikhail started to cum did he wake up. Then he looked in horror at his own sister, whose body was shaking with orgasm, and with no less horror realized he was cumming directly into the vagina of his own sister. Afterward, she simply left silently and never spoke to him about it again, as if nothing had happened. He convinced himself it was just a terrible dream.

But that was only the beginning. Amalia Romanovna got pregnant. She understood perfectly well that she had conceived a child from her brother. Being officially married, she managed to deceive her husband, who worked and still works as an icon painter, by having unprotected sex with him that same evening. Why she didn't have an abortion, Amalia herself didn't fully understand. Aware of the incredible perversion and depravity of what had happened, it gave her a hidden, contradictory satisfaction. Naturally, everything remained a secret from everyone.

A boy, Dmitry, was born. After the birth, our heroine, just in case, took an anonymous DNA test, which confirmed that Dima was conceived as a result of incest. He developed no pathologies, despite the blood incest. Amalia raised him exemplarily, strictly, without showing him excessive tenderness. It was an upbringing in the spirit of traditional moral values. Despite the lack of maternal affection, he grew up bright, blue-eyed, and studied well. And his mother, looking at her little angel, never forgot that he was the son of vice—her son-nephew. This gave her a fantastic, contradictory pleasure, thanks to which, masturbating alone at home, she experienced the strongest orgasms.

And one day, Amalia Romanovna came to Maxim's shop with a stack of fake complaints from the city's residents, intending to give him an ultimatum. And he, taking her to his office for a conversation, calmly but directly told her everything.

To say she was in shock is an understatement. But she managed, as much as possible, to pull herself together and said:

– "Alright, calm down. It will be more beneficial for you to make a deal. How much money do you want? Or I can provide you with any assistance. I agree to any conditions."

– "My conditions are as follows. I don't need money or services. This will remain a secret between us on the condition that you follow my instruction."

– "What instruction? I agree to any instructions."

– "Your son is 18 years old. I often overheard the conversations of the guys and your Dima when they were walking to or from the university. They are fully into topics of attraction, girls, and sex. But besides that, I know for sure he's a virgin. You must seduce your son, willingly or by force, and take his virginity by having sex with him. And I insist that you simultaneously engage in all kinds of intimate acts—blowjob, cunnilingus, etc."

She knew Dima hadn't had sex.

– "Are you insane? He's my own son! That's impossible!"

– "Why? You managed to have sex with your own brother. What's stopping you from having sex with your son, whom you gave birth to from your brother? You understand perfectly well that you're in a hopeless situation. Either you seduce or rape your son, or it's shame and prison for you, and shame and an orphanage for Dima."

– "I... I don't know... And then you'll want me to tell you everything afterward?"

– "We'll do it differently. I'll install a webcam in your bedroom, which will transmit everything to me online 24/7, and you will do everything precisely in front of the camera."

– "Oh, Lord! I don't know what to say. Give me at least a day to collect myself."

– "Okay. In one day, I call you and get your decision. Either I make everything public, or I install the camera."

Amalia Romanovna had never been in such turmoil. She felt fear, stupor, panic, but despite all this, she couldn't help but catch herself thinking that the upcoming possible experience was igniting an unprecedented arousal in her. She decided to leave it to chance. Everything had gotten away with so far, and she hoped it would work out again.

On the appointed day, Maxim came and installed the camera in the bedroom. It was a day off, and Amalia couldn't do anything and wandered around lost all day. In the evening, Maxim called her and said that if she didn't start, he would carry out his threat. With fear and not understanding what to do, she sat on the bed in her bedroom and looked at the camera.

– "Dima! Come in here!" Dima entered.

– "Sit down, please."

Amalia stood up, walked to the door, locked it with a key, and placed the key on the top shelf.

– "What's wrong, Mom?" Amalia sat down next to him on the bed.

– "So, Dima. I know you've never had sex. And I decided that needs to be corrected."

Dima blushed all over and thought he was about to be berated.

– "You've been ready for intimacy with a woman and for sex for a long time. And I decided that today you must become a man and lose your virginity. And you'll do it with me. I'll gradually explain and show you everything, and then we'll have sex."

– "Mom! But that's impossible! We're mother and son!"

– "So what? I'm a woman, and you're a young man. It's time for you to have sex with a woman, and that woman will be me."

– "But that's not possible! Relatives can't do that!"

– "You're wrong. I've always told you I don't know who your father is. That's not true. Your father is Uncle Misha, my brother. I had sex with him, he came inside me, and I conceived you from him and gave birth. I decided there's no better option for you than to have sex with me for the first time."

Dima was shocked by the news that his father was his uncle. But he was even more stunned by his mother's intention.

– "Mom, but I don't want to!"

– "I don't believe you. There's such a thing as the Oedipus complex. It happens to all boys and young men—during puberty, they all experience attraction to their mothers. But these desires are never fulfilled. You're lucky that you have the opportunity to lose your virginity with me, with your own mother, who, moreover, gave birth to you from her own brother."

– "But Mom! I don't feel anything like that. Yes, I constantly feel attraction to girls and young women, and I masturbate imagining them. But I never thought of you as a woman. You're my mom, I love you like that."

– "Even if that's the case, it doesn't matter. I want to have sex with you, son. And whether you want to or not doesn't concern me."

– "Mom, don't..."; – "If you refuse, I'll take everything away from you and you'll end up on the street! Shut up and stand up!"

Dima stood up. "Undress. Completely. Better do it yourself, or I'll undress you by force!"

Dima's eyes moistened, but he began to undress. He couldn't believe what was happening. He was left in his underwear.

– "Quickly, take off your underwear! I want to see your cock." Already with tears, Dima took off his underwear.

Amalia was immediately struck by the fact that her son's cock turned out to be unexpectedly large. Hanging, over 10 cm and thick.

– "Now start masturbating in front of me. I want to see your erect cock and how you cum."

Dima began to fall into a stupor and, as if in a dream, started moving his hand over his cock. His cock stood up—20 cm, straight and thick. Amalia, involuntarily, felt a desire to feel that phallus inside her. Another minute later, Dima began to cum frantically and very intensely. Semen shot out far and in large quantity.

For several minutes, Dima caught his breath after the orgasm, and Amalia Romanovna gathered her thoughts after what she had seen. But she quickly made a decision.

– "Now you'll perform cunnilingus on me. Lie on your back, I'll sit on your face, press my vagina against your face, and you must lick well until I cum."

Dima, feeling despair, submitted resignedly. His mother quickly undressed, and he saw her body. Amalia had an excellent body for her age—smooth skin, size 3 breasts slightly sagging but still very beautiful, pronounced hips, and a thickly grown vagina. She didn't like to shave between her legs. But the sight of his mother didn't arouse Dima—he was horrified and prayed that all this would turn out to be just a bad dream. But when his mother sat her vagina directly on his face, his tongue was tickled by the thick hair between her legs, and the pungent, thick juice of Amalia Romanovna's vagina began to fill his mouth, he realized with horror that this was reality. He felt disgust, but as if in a trance, he frantically penetrated with his tongue, and as if with rapture, licked, hoping only for it all to end as soon as possible. His mother came after 5 minutes, very intensely, pressing her vagina hard into her son's mouth and squeezing him tightly with her hips. She was thrilled by the pleasure derived from humiliating her own son-nephew.

– "Lie on your back!" Dima lay down, and Amalia saw that his cock was still hard. She took her son's cock into her mouth and began to suck. Her son had already fallen into a state of submissive despair.

After 1–2 minutes, Dima came intensely again, shuddering all over. At that moment, she looked directly into her son's eyes, seeing shock and bewilderment in them. His own mother swallowed all the semen of her own son-nephew. After that, Dima's cock remained hard. He had so many hormones that no disgust could make his cock go down. Youth is youth.

Amalia experienced ecstasy from the awareness of the vileness of her actions. With a moan, she mounted Dima. And then she rode him on top in different positions—facing him, with her back to him, squatting. He came two more times, and each time inside her.

After that, the mother decided that was enough for today. She unlocked the bedroom door and said: "Get up, wash up, and go to bed." Dima, with a stunned look, left, took a shower as if in a fog, lay down, and fell asleep. Afterward, she washed up too.

Amalia Romanovna was lost in thoughts about what she had experienced. She was aware of the monstrousness of her act, but the delight from sex with her own son overshadowed everything. She decided that, regardless of Maxim, she would continue to fuck her Dima. And she did so all the following week, every day. In the last days, Dima was already frantically fucking his mother himself. He still internally resisted, felt disgust, but his body seemed to do everything on its own.

It got to the point where Amalia brought him to her work, to her office. During the lunch break, she would lock the door and turn on music. It especially turned her on for her son to fuck her right at work. Outside the door were her colleagues, but no one suspected anything, thinking they just wanted to eat alone and talk. And Dima would take off his mother's panties, lift her skirt, and lick her vagina until she came. Then she would urinate directly into his mouth, forcing him to swallow it all. And afterward, he would take her from behind, or she would ride him right on the desk.

A week later, in the morning, she went to Maxim and asked if the matter was settled.

– "I want you to do one more thing, and then I'll definitely back off and even leave for another city."

– "I understand I have no choice anyway."

– "Yes, that's right. When do your dangerous days in your cycle start?" – "Tomorrow already."

– "Excellent. Tomorrow you will have sex, and he must cum inside you. And you must conceive a child from him and give birth. This will be your son-grandson-nephew."

– "Why do you want this?" – "I wanted to teach you a lesson so that from now on you won't resist your desires, even the most forbidden ones."

The next day, Dmitry came to his mother's work. He had already resigned himself. He had started communicating less with his peers. Everything that had happened made him withdraw into himself and fear that someone might find out.

– "Dima, here's what I've decided. Just having sex with you is no longer enough for me. I want to have a child from you. Right now, I'm in the days when I can get pregnant. Come on, what are you looking at? You'll cum inside me."

– "But Mom! What if a sick child is born?"

– "Why? I gave birth to you from my own brother. You're healthy. And now, I'm sure I'll give birth to a normal child from you too."

Amalia did everything. Dima came inside her all the dangerous days, several times a day. Maxim left, and she got pregnant and gave birth to another boy. And already holding him in her hands, lying in bed, she reasoned: "When he grows up, I'll have sex with him too. It's just a shame that after 50, I probably won't be able to give birth again, this time from my son-grandson-nephew."