Three nights with Mom

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Although I wrote a lot of erotic novels and incestuous stories 　　on the first night , this was the first time I was alone with my mother in Shenzhen.

Actually, most of my incestuous novels were just my sexual fantasies; nothing actually happened. While my protagonists were mostly mothers, and my descriptions of mother-son relationships were usually very poignant, in real life, my mother and I didn't have such a twisted relationship. We were a perfectly normal mother and son. When my mother was in front of me, I didn't even dare to think about that kind of thing—perhaps a common feeling among erotic novelists. Having been alone

in this city for so long, when I'm bored, I either go drinking with friends or write those passionate words online; I rarely have the opportunity to actually put them into practice. I'm actually a very introverted person, unwilling to actively contact others, and even less willing to express my feelings to girls. All my girlfriends were the ones who expressed their feelings first; that is, they usually pursued me first before I accepted them, so I missed many opportunities. But perhaps because I'm relatively handsome, there are still quite a few girls around me.

On Saturday, I canceled many things and arrived at the bus station on time to pick up my mother. She arrived around noon, carrying very little. I felt she had aged considerably; her hair was quite gray, and her skin wasn't as smooth as before. My mother was a beauty in her youth; I've seen old photos of her, and I believe she was definitely considered above average for her time. But time waits for no one, and she's almost fifty now; the beauty of yesteryear has become a middle-aged woman. But in my eyes, my mother will always be so young and kind.

My mother seemed satisfied with my accommodation, so I thought I'd passed that test. I quickly helped her tidy up her bed and said, "This time, you'll follow my arrangements. You sleep in this bed, and I'll sleep in the living room." My mother smiled and nodded, "Actually, it's not that I didn't want to sleep in the same bed as you, but I was afraid you wouldn't be used to it and wouldn't sleep well at night, which would affect your work the next day."

That evening, I took my mother to a nearby Sichuan restaurant for dinner and we chatted a lot. My mother seemed to be in good spirits this time. She's going to Singapore, Malaysia, and Thailand with my father next week, and she came a week early to check on my life and work. Now that I'm an adult, Mom doesn't scold me much for having a little beer with meals anymore. I asked Mom about her recent situation, how things were with Dad, and she said, "It's the same old story, we're an old married couple, what else can happen?"

Mom asked me, "How long has it been since you had a girlfriend?" I replied, "About two months." Mom said, "Take it easy, it's not a big deal. A real man should prioritize his career." I smiled and nodded, saying, "Don't worry, I can handle this little setback, I'm not a child anymore." Mom looked at me with admiration, "It's good that you're like this. When you're home, talk to Dad about whether this breakup will affect your work. Now it seems my son has really grown up."

As the drinks flowed, I felt my tongue getting thicker. Seeing that I was a little tipsy, Mom paid the bill and we went home. The first night, I slept in the living room and quickly fell asleep.

The second night

, when I got off work the next day, Mom had already prepared dinner. Having grown accustomed to my mother's cooking since childhood, I felt incredibly happy to taste it again. I quickly devoured the food on my plate. My mother watched, pleased with herself. That evening, with nothing to do, I taught my mother how to use the internet. She's quick to learn new things and, being intelligent, mastered everything in no time.

While browsing, I accidentally clicked on one of my bookmarks, leading me to a forum where I often wrote articles. I was immediately embarrassed and tried to close it, but my mother stopped me, saying, "It's good to see what's written there." Reluctantly, I watched with her.

The articles were filled with explicit sexual descriptions. After a short while, my mother was blushing furiously, her chest heaving. Because of the heat, she was only wearing a large t-shirt, her legs bare. My mother is a little plump, but her skin is very fair. I was used to my mother's attire like this, but browsing pornographic websites with her at this moment gave me a strange feeling. My girlfriend had said she felt very wet when we visited this site before; I wondered if my mother would feel the same. I didn't dare think too much about it and said, "I have to work tomorrow, Friday, I'm going to sleep." My mother, her eyes glued to the screen, simply nodded.

I lay down in the living room, unable to fall asleep. I noticed the light in my room had been left on all night. Today was Friday, and according to the plan, I was going to take my mother to a bar. Bars here are a major feature of the city, and although I rarely go, I still wanted to show her.

Tonight, my mother was dressed in a gorgeous gown, a black evening dress, adorned with sparkling jewels on her neck, wrists, and hair. I couldn't help but chuckle, "Mom, we're not going to a dance party; people at bars dress very casually." My mother didn't quite understand and said, "Don't I look good like this?"

I admired my mother's attire once more. Although Mom was slightly plump, it didn't accentuate it in this outfit; instead, it made her breasts appear quite full, perhaps due to the three-hundred-yuan bra she wore underneath. Her slightly protruding belly and rounded hips, along with the flesh-colored stockings visible through the skirt's slit, made her look like a completely different person. I couldn't help but compliment her, "You look beautiful in this outfit; it suits you perfectly."

Mom smiled like a young girl and said, "Isn't that good? Let's go!" The lights in the bar were always dim and mysterious, especially since we were at this very unique bar. This bar was quite famous in the city. As usual, I ordered two beers, enjoying the music while observing the various men and women around me.

Suddenly, someone patted my shoulder forcefully from behind. I turned around and saw it was my college classmate, Wenhao. That guy was a regular at the bar; bumping into him here wasn't surprising. The guy, with two very sexy girls on either side of him, sat down next to me and said, "I never would have guessed you'd come to a place like this."

I chuckled awkwardly and was about to introduce my mother to him when he extended his hand first, saying to my mother, "My name is Wenhao, just call me Ahao." My mother politely shook his hand and said, "Hello!" Wenhao, that rascal, squeezed my mother's hand twice while shaking it and winked.

My mother noticed and withdrew her hand. Wenhao picked up his glass and said, "Here, let me toast you." My mother took the glass, took a sip, and said, "Drink first as a sign of respect." Wenhao gave a thumbs up and said, "Good! That's bold, I like it." He then downed his glass in one gulp.

I was about to introduce my mother to him: "She's my..." Wenhao interrupted me: "Oh, no need. Fate brings us together from afar. Since we're destined to meet, why worry about names?" My mother glanced at me and smiled: "Then why did you tell me your name first?"

Wenhao said: "When I meet a beautiful girl younger than me, I'm used to introducing myself." My mother's eyes widened, and she said: "What did you say? How old are you?" Wenhao said: "I'm two years older than A-Jie." My mother paused, then burst into laughter, laughing so hard she was shaking, saying: "I'm almost fifty!" "You're a ten-year-old woman! You've got a real knack for charming women."

Wenhao feigned surprise: "Almost fifty?? Impossible! Even if you said you were thirty, I'd be skeptical. Don't try to fool me. My mom's only forty-five, and she's already starting to wear dentures." I said, "She's just..." My mother gave me a look, signaling me to stop, and then said, "Maybe if your mom dressed up, she could look like me?" Wenhao shook his head vigorously and said, "If my mom wanted to look like you, she'd have to get breast implants first." He glanced at his mother's chest as he spoke. His mother chuckled and said, "You're such a rascal! How can you talk about your mother like that?"

Wenhao laughed, "Luckily my mom's ugly? If she were pretty, I might not be able to keep my chastity." My mother glanced at me, her expression slightly unnatural. She took a sip of her drink and said, "I'm going to the restroom. You two can chat." She stood up and walked towards the restroom. Wenhao stared at my mother's swaying, plump buttocks until she disappeared, then turned back to me with a smile, saying, "What a fat ass! You're lucky, kid, to have such a sultry rich woman. You've really struck gold." I wanted to argue, but then I thought, Wenhao always laughs at me for being poor and unable to pick up girls. Let him be envious this time, so I kept quiet and tacitly agreed.

Wenhao continued, "Look at this slut, she's just a resentful woman. She's completely bewitched in no time, hehe... As the saying goes, 'Young girls are alluring, older girls are the most captivating.' You've got yourself into a relationship with a rich and beautiful older woman like this, I don't know what good fortune you accumulated." I smiled, thinking, "This isn't exactly a pleasant place, I should take Mom and leave early."

I paid the bill, including Wenhao's. Wenhao wouldn't let me leave, saying we should all have fun together, and that a threesome would be a lot of fun. I ignored him and went straight to the restroom. Once Mom came out, I pulled her out of the bar.

On the third day, I decided not to go anywhere and just stay home with Mom. I bought two bottles of liquor at the supermarket. When I got home, Mom had already cooked a pot of dumplings, perfect for drinking with.

With the delicious dumplings, I quickly downed two bottles of baijiu. The alcohol hit me hard, and my mind became foggy. Yesterday, Wenhao's words resurfaced in my mind. Looking at my mother, whose image grew increasingly blurry, my consciousness faded, and a wave of guilt washed over me. I was certain it was a wicked thought, rising from my lower abdomen to my brain. Looking at my mother's voluptuous body, I imagined her naked. While not as beautiful as my girlfriend's naked body, it was still incredibly arousing. At my age, I often find imperfect figures appealing, especially to women of a certain age. Even with excess fat, they can be alluring.

My mother was that kind of woman, and yet, she wore very little in front of me—a short loungewear dress. When she sat down, she was often quite casual, and when she crossed her legs, the hem of her dress would climb up her thighs, revealing her beautiful legs and hips. At least, I found it beautiful. My mother's legs were so white; such white skin is most likely to tempt a man to commit a crime…

I went to the kitchen to wipe away my tears and returned to my room. I saw that my mother seemed still guilty about what she had said earlier. I sat down beside her and rested my head on her shoulder. Since I grew up, I had never leaned on my mother's shoulder like this. I could imagine that she must be filled with regret and heartache.

My mother didn't know what to say, so she patted my leg and said, "Never mind, I'm sorry. Just pretend I didn't say anything tonight." I shook my head and said, "It's not your fault, I'm useless." I put my arms around her neck and kissed her cheek.
She didn't react, because it was a habit I'd developed since childhood, though I rarely kissed her cheek anymore, at most just holding her hand. Actually, at that moment, my sadness had long since subsided. Being so close to my mother stirred a strange feeling within me. As I hugged her, my hands, intentionally or unintentionally, slid down to her chest, and I could clearly feel the curves of her breasts.

Perhaps she was lost in thought, and didn't notice where my hands were. This was actually the first time I'd clearly felt the contours of my mother's breasts, but I dared not do anything further, knowing she would definitely notice. Actually, I wasn't there to feel a woman's breasts; I've touched plenty of girls. But touching my mother at this moment was incredibly stimulating, a completely different feeling. So I wanted to take it a step further.

I choked out, "Mom, I want to sleep in your arms." My mother looked at me, her eyes also filled with tears, and opened her arms, letting me lie on her lap.

This was exactly how I wanted to sleep. Lying on her lap, I could look up and see her high, firm breasts, and glance to the side and see the shape of her plump, rounded mons pubis. I turned to my side and hugged her, my nose and her genitals even closer; I could even clearly smell her scent. I couldn't help but reach out and hug my mother, my ten fingers unconsciously sliding to her buttocks.

My mother didn't seem to notice my actions, only lovingly stroking my hair. Looking at my mother's face, my consciousness gradually blurred, and the boundaries in my mind slowly disappeared.

My mother looked at me and said, "My son has really grown up. He can think like an adult now." I sat up, hugged my mother's neck, and said, "Mom, actually I've grown up a long time ago, but you just haven't noticed. In your eyes, I'll always be a child." My mother smiled and said, "That's because you haven't proven to me that you've grown up."

Hearing this, I couldn't help but be moved and leaned forward to give my mother a deep kiss on the cheek. This kiss, I felt, had already surpassed my affection for my mother. This deep kiss lasted a long time; I even stuck out my tongue to lick my mother's cheek. Suddenly, my mother reached out and hugged my neck, opening her cherry lips. I couldn't resist any longer and touched her lips with mine. My mother didn't resist, so I became bolder and slipped my tongue in. It was a completely passionate kiss between lovers, and my mother gradually responded. I felt a feeling I had never experienced before, a stimulation that couldn't be described in words. Intertwining my tongue with my mother's, I felt a sense of guilt, but this feeling was also incredibly exciting. I even felt like my nose was about to bleed.

Our necks intertwined, our emotions growing increasingly intense. I moved down from the armrest and sat on my mother's lap, our mouths opening wider and wider. Finally, I felt her tongue and began to respond passionately. Soon, our tongues were locked together, saliva dripping down our faces, and quickly, our mouths and chins were wet. At that moment, I somehow became bolder than usual, I guess it was instinct. I slowly reached out, wanting to caress her breasts. I think she must have known my intentions, but maybe not. I made a mistake then; I acted too quickly, consciously grabbing a handful of my mother's soft breasts.

My mother immediately pushed me away, struggled to stand up, blushing as she looked at me, wanting to say something, but then stopping herself. I said, "Mom, what's wrong?" Mom looked at me and said, "What were we doing just now?" I said, "Maybe we made a mistake just now... but even if it's a mistake, I want to keep making it." Mom lowered her head and didn't say anything. I reached out and hugged her waist, pressing my face against her protruding belly, and said, "Mom, didn't you like the feeling just now?"

Mom turned around and said, "You... what are you saying?" But she didn't break free from my embrace. This way, Mom's plump buttocks were right in front of my face. I couldn't resist and lightly kissed her buttocks. Mom didn't react. I knew this was Mom's hint, so I became even more reckless, opening my mouth and biting her buttocks, and sticking out my tongue to lick the fabric on her buttocks.

Mom was tacitly approving of my actions. After a long while, she reached out and pulled me up, saying, "Don't do that, your clothes are dirty there." I looked into Mom's eyes and said, "No, it smells nice there." Mom chuckled, her pretty face flushed, and I couldn't help but kiss Mom's lips again. Unexpectedly, my mother's response was as passionate as ever. With kiss after kiss, I slowly moved closer to her until I rested my hand on the leg she had crossed over her other leg. As I wrapped my arms around her waist, our movement pushed her skirt up even higher—this time, I swear it wasn't intentional. Before me lay my mother's incredibly smooth, incredibly soft, bare legs. Our kiss quickly intensified, becoming as passionate as yesterday. As my mother gently bit my lips, exchanging sweet saliva with me, her passion was indescribable.

Finally, when we stopped breathing, Mom took out a handkerchief to wipe our mouths. Her skirt was now riding up quite high, almost indecently, but she didn't think to pull it down. I don't think I learned anything from the previous lesson, because I had already unconsciously leaned down to kiss her bare knees. At this moment, Mom put one of her hands on my head, not pushing me away, but rather as if encouraging me. At this point, I was terrified. I started kissing Mom's thighs and kept moving upwards. The skin I touched was pleasantly smooth, incredibly soft, yet firm. After a while, I placed my right hand on my mother's thigh, continuing to kiss her without pause. Then, my hand slowly moved to the upper part of her thigh, actually grasping her buttocks. My kisses had moved to the high-lifted hem of her skirt, pushing it even higher. I felt like I was in heaven! I was kissing the beautiful legs of my mother, the ones I dreamed of but could never have. I loved how she exposed them to me; I wanted to look at them forever, to see their radiant beauty. Being able to kiss them felt like a dream, an unbelievable dream…

Just as I was about to take it a step further, my mother suddenly cupped my face and said, "Are you sure what you're doing?" I said, "I know perfectly well, I really want to do this with you." "Love, Mom... I think that must be so exciting..." Mom's eyes widened, as if she couldn't believe those words were coming from me.

She was silent for a moment, then suddenly said quietly, "What we're doing isn't right. This isn't what we should be doing. Mom came here for only one purpose: to see if you're doing well. If Mom had an affair with anyone, it would be a betrayal of your father, including you... and it's something the world cannot tolerate. I can't face it... I hope you understand..."

I became agitated and said, "But, Mom, you should know... my feelings for you have transcended familial love... I really can't extricate myself..." Mom ignored me and said, "Go to sleep. You're not a child anymore; you should know how to control your feelings... If you do anything, I will never forgive myself for coming to Shenzhen..."

Helpless, I could only nod and walk to the living room, ready to sleep soundly.

The third night

, the next day, my mind was foggy all day at work. Even after work, my stomach still felt uncomfortable. I knew it was because I had drunk too much the night before. As soon as I got home, I collapsed onto the bed.

My mother came in and saw how uncomfortable I looked. She felt sorry for me and said, "What's wrong? You shouldn't have drunk so much if you said you couldn't. How can you work like this?"

"Don't worry, Mom," I replied, "drinking this much is normal for me. You don't need to worry about me. I do what I feel is right, so don't worry." My mother nodded and said, "It's good that you think that way. Hurry up and change your clothes. You'll easily catch a cold like this." I had already taken off my suit jacket and was only wearing trousers, no wonder my mother was worried. I stood up and said, "I'll change now. You'd better leave for a bit." My mother laughed and said, "We're family. You need me to leave when you change? Haha, what's there to be shy about between us? Just change here."

Seeing how composed my mother was, I didn't hesitate and took off my trousers, leaving only my underwear. I didn't rush to find other trousers but wandered around the room in just my underwear. I don't know why, but I felt a thrill in exposing myself in front of my mother.

My mother stared blankly at my genitals for a long time before finally snapping out of it. "Hurry up and put on your pants, don't catch a cold." I laughed and said, "No rush, maybe now you'll truly see that I'm a man, not a boy." I deliberately made the bulge in my pants even more obvious; my underwear was already tight, making the curves of my penis even more clearly visible. I reached into my underwear, saw that my penis was aligned, and said, "These underwear are too small, it's making me feel so uncomfortable!"

When I put on my pants, my mother's expression seemed to return to normal. I smiled; actually, this was a normal reaction for a woman, even my mother was no exception. In fact, last night I had already made up my mind to get my mother, and I firmly believed that there was no woman I couldn't get. Tonight, of course, was different, because my main task tonight was simply to arouse my mother's interest, to make her clearly understand that I am not a boy, but a grown man. Although I wrote a lot of erotic novels and articles about incest

on my first night
, this was the first time I was alone with my mother at the Shenzhen River.

Actually, most of the incestuous novels I wrote were my own sexual fantasies; nothing actually happened. Although my protagonists were mostly mothers, and the descriptions of mother-son relationships were usually very poignant and moving, in real life, my mother and I didn't have such an abnormal relationship. We were a very normal mother and son. When my mother was in front of me, I didn't even dare to think about that kind of thing. This is probably a common feeling among many erotic novelists.

Having been alone in this city for so long, when I'm bored, I either go drinking with friends or write those passionate words online. I rarely have the opportunity to actually put them into practice. I'm actually a very introverted person; I don't like to actively contact people, and I'm even less willing to express my feelings to girls. All my girlfriends were the ones who expressed their feelings first, meaning they usually pursued me first before I accepted them, so I missed many opportunities. But maybe it's because I'm relatively handsome, there are still quite a few girls around me.

On Saturday, I canceled many things and went to the bus station on time to pick up my mother. My mother arrived at noon, without carrying much luggage. I feel my mother has aged a lot; she has quite a few gray hairs, and her skin isn't as smooth as it used to be. My mother was a beauty when she was young; I've seen old photos of her, and I believe she was definitely considered above average for her time. But time waits for no one, and in the blink of an eye, she's almost fifty. The beauty of yesteryear has become a middle-aged woman. But in my eyes, my mother will always be so young and kind.

My mother seemed satisfied with my accommodation, so I thought I'd passed that test. I quickly helped her tidy up her bed and said, "This time, you'll follow my arrangements. You sleep in this bed, and I'll sleep in the living room." My mother smiled and nodded, "Actually, it's not that I didn't want to sleep in the same bed as you, but I was afraid you wouldn't be used to it and wouldn't sleep well at night, which would affect your work the next day."

That evening, I took my mother to a nearby Sichuan restaurant for dinner and we chatted a lot. My mother seemed to be in good spirits this time. She's going to Singapore, Malaysia, and Thailand with my father next week, and she came a week early to check on my life and work. Now that I'm an adult, my mother doesn't scold me much for drinking a little beer with meals anymore. I asked my mother about her recent situation and how things were with my father. She said, "It's the same old story, we're an old married couple, what else can happen?"

She asked me, "How long has it been since you had a girlfriend?" I replied, "About two months." She said, "Take it easy, it's not a big deal. A real man should prioritize his career." I smiled and nodded, saying, "Don't worry, I can handle this little setback. I'm not a child anymore." My mother looked at me with admiration, "It's good that you're like this. Talk to your father at home about whether this breakup will affect your work. It seems my son has really grown up."

As the drinks flowed, I felt my tongue getting thicker. Seeing that I was slightly drunk, my mother paid the bill and we went home. The first night, I slept in the living room and quickly fell asleep.

The second night...

The next day when I got off work, Mom had already prepared the meal. Having grown accustomed to Mom's cooking since childhood, I was naturally overjoyed to taste her delicious food again. I quickly devoured the food on the plate. Mom watched, pleased with herself. That evening, with nothing to do, I taught Mom how to use the internet. Mom is quick to learn new things, and being intelligent, she picks things up easily. Soon, she had mastered most of the basic functions.

While browsing, I accidentally clicked on one of my bookmarks, leading me to a forum where I often wrote articles. I was immediately embarrassed and tried to close it, but Mom stopped me, saying, "It's good to see what's written there." Reluctantly, I watched with her.

The articles were filled with explicit sexual descriptions. After a short while, Mom was blushing furiously, her chest heaving. Because of the heat, Mom was only wearing a large t-shirt, her legs bare. Mom was a little plump, but her skin was very fair. I was used to my mother's attire like this, but browsing pornographic websites with her at this moment gave me a strange feeling. My girlfriend had said she felt very wet when we visited this site before; I wondered if my mother would feel the same. I didn't dare think too much about it and said, "I have to work tomorrow, Friday, I'm going to sleep." My mother, her eyes glued to the screen, simply nodded.

I lay down in the living room, unable to fall asleep. I noticed the light in my room had been left on all night. Today was Friday, and according to the plan, I was going to take my mother to a bar. Bars here are a major feature of the city, and although I rarely go, I still wanted to show her.

Tonight, my mother was dressed in a gorgeous gown, a black evening dress, adorned with sparkling jewels on her neck, wrists, and hair. I couldn't help but chuckle, "Mom, we're not going to a dance party; people at bars dress very casually." My mother didn't quite understand and said, "Don't I look good like this?"

I admired my mother's attire once more. Although Mom was slightly plump, it didn't accentuate it in this outfit; instead, it made her breasts appear quite full, perhaps due to the three-hundred-yuan bra she wore underneath. Her slightly protruding belly and rounded hips, along with the flesh-colored stockings visible through the skirt's slit, made her look like a completely different person. I couldn't help but compliment her, "You look beautiful in this outfit; it suits you perfectly."

Mom smiled like a young girl and said, "Isn't that good? Let's go!" The lights in the bar were always dim and mysterious, especially since we were at this very unique bar. This bar was quite famous in the city. As usual, I ordered two beers, enjoying the music while observing the various men and women around me.

Suddenly, someone patted my shoulder forcefully from behind. I turned around and saw it was my college classmate, Wenhao. That guy was a regular at the bar; bumping into him here wasn't surprising. The guy, with two very sexy girls on either side of him, sat down next to me and said, "I never would have guessed you'd come to a place like this."

I chuckled awkwardly and was about to introduce my mother to him when he extended his hand first, saying to my mother, "My name is Wenhao, just call me Ahao." My mother politely shook his hand and said, "Hello!" Wenhao, that rascal, squeezed my mother's hand twice while shaking it and winked.

My mother noticed and withdrew her hand. Wenhao picked up his glass and said, "Here, let me toast you." My mother took the glass, took a sip, and said, "Drink first as a sign of respect." Wenhao gave a thumbs up and said, "Good! That's bold, I like it." He then downed his glass in one gulp.

I was about to introduce my mother to him: "She's my..." Wenhao interrupted me: "Oh, no need. Fate brings us together from afar. Since we're destined to meet, why worry about names?" My mother glanced at me and smiled: "Then why did you tell me your name first?"

Wenhao said: "When I meet a beautiful girl younger than me, I'm used to introducing myself." My mother's eyes widened, and she said: "What did you say? How old are you?" Wenhao said: "I'm two years older than A-Jie." My mother paused, then burst into laughter, laughing so hard she was shaking, saying: "I'm almost fifty!" "You're a ten-year-old woman! You've got a real knack for charming women."

Wenhao feigned surprise: "Almost fifty?? Impossible! Even if you said you were thirty, I'd be skeptical. Don't lie to me. My mom's only forty-five, and she's already started wearing dentures." I said, "She's just..." My mother gave me a look, signaling me to stop, and then said, "Maybe if your mom dressed up, she could look like me?" Wenhao shook his head vigorously and said, "If my mom wanted to look like you, she'd have to get breast implants first." He glanced at his mother's chest. His mother chuckled and said, "You're such a rascal! How can you talk about your mother like that?"

Wenhao laughed, "Luckily, my mom's ugly. If she were pretty, I might not be so lucky." His mother glanced at me, her expression a little unnatural. She took a sip of her drink and said, "I'm going to the restroom. You two can talk." She stood up and walked towards the restroom. Wenhao stared at my mother's swaying, plump buttocks until she disappeared from sight, then turned to me with a smile and said, "What a fat ass! You're lucky, kid, to have such a sultry rich woman. You've really struck gold." I wanted to argue, but then I thought, Wenhao always laughs at me for being poor and unable to pick up girls, so it's good to let him be envious this time. So I kept quiet and tacitly agreed.

Wenhao continued, "Look at this kind of slut, she's like a resentful woman. You can seduce her in no time, hehe... As the saying goes, 'Young girls are all the rage, older girls are the most alluring.' You've got a rich and hot older woman like her, I don't know when you earned this good fortune." I smiled, thinking, "This isn't a good place, I should take my mother and leave."

I paid the bill, including Wenhao's. Wenhao held me back, saying that if we wanted to have fun, we should all have fun together, and that a threesome would be a lot of fun. I couldn't be bothered with him and went straight to the bathroom. Once my mother came out, I pulled her out of the bar.

On the third day, I decided not to go anywhere and just stay home with my mother. I bought two bottles of liquor at the supermarket. When I got home, my mother had already cooked a pot of dumplings, perfect for pairing with the liquor.

With the delicious dumplings, I quickly downed two bottles of strong liquor. The alcohol hit me hard, and my mind became hazy. Wenhao's words from yesterday resurfaced in my mind. Looking at my mother, whose image was becoming increasingly blurry, my consciousness gradually faded, and a sense of guilt washed over me. I was certain it was a wicked thought, rising from my lower abdomen to my brain. Looking at my mother's voluptuous body, I imagined her naked. Although not as attractive as my girlfriend's naked body, it was still very arousing. At my age, I often enjoy imperfect figures, especially women of a certain age. Even with excess fat, they can be very alluring.

My mother was exactly that kind of woman, yet she wore very little in front of me—just short loungewear, and when she sat down, she was often quite casual. When she crossed her legs, the hem of her skirt would climb up to her thighs, revealing her beautiful thighs and hips. At least I thought it was beautiful. My mother's legs were so white; such white skin was most likely to tempt a man to commit a crime…

I went to the kitchen to wipe away my tears and returned to my room. I saw that my mother seemed to still feel guilty about what she had said earlier. I sat down next to her and rested my head on her shoulder. Since I grew up, I had never leaned on my mother's shoulder like that. I could imagine that my mother's heart was filled with regret and heartache.

My mother didn't know what to say, so she patted my leg and said, "Never mind, I'm sorry. Just pretend I didn't say anything tonight." I shook my head and said, "It's not your fault, I'm useless." As I said this, I put my arms around my mother's neck and kissed her on the cheek.
My mother didn't react, because it was a habit I'd developed since childhood. It's just that I rarely kissed her cheek anymore as I grew up; at most, we'd hold hands. Actually, at that moment, the sadness in my heart had long since subsided. Being so close to my mother stirred a strange feeling within me. As I hugged her, my hands, intentionally or unintentionally, slid down to her chest. My palms could clearly feel the curves of her breasts.

Perhaps my mother was lost in thought, and didn't notice where my hands were. This was actually the first time I'd clearly felt the outline of my mother's breasts, but I didn't dare to go any further. I knew she would notice. It wasn't really about feeling a woman's breasts; I'd touched many girls, but touching my mother at this moment was incredibly stimulating, a completely different feeling. So I wanted to go further.

I choked out, "Mom, I want to sleep in your arms." My mother looked at me, her eyes filled with tears, and opened her arms, letting me lie on her lap.

This was exactly how I wanted to sleep. I lay on her lap, looking up to see her high, firm breasts, and glancing to the side to see the shape of her plump, rounded mons pubis. I turned to my side and hugged her, my nose even closer to her genitals, and I could clearly smell her scent. I couldn't help but reach out and hug her, my fingers unconsciously sliding down to her buttocks.

My mother seemed oblivious to my actions, simply stroking my hair affectionately. Looking at her face, my consciousness gradually blurred, and the boundaries I had previously held in my mind slowly disappeared.

My mother looked at me and said, "My son has really grown up, he can think like an adult now." I sat up, hugged her neck, and said, "Mom, actually I've grown up a long time ago, you just haven't noticed. In your eyes, I'll always be a child." My mother smiled and said, "That's because you haven't proven to me that you've grown up."

Hearing this, I was moved and couldn't help but lean forward and kiss her deeply on the cheek. This kiss, I felt, had already surpassed my affection for my mother. It was a deep, long kiss; I even licked her cheek with my tongue. Suddenly, my mother reached out and wrapped her arms around my neck, opening her cherry-like lips. I couldn't resist any longer and pressed my lips to hers. My mother didn't resist, so I became bolder, slipping my tongue inside. It was a passionate kiss between lovers, and my mother gradually responded. I felt a sensation I had never experienced before, a stimulation beyond words. Our tongues intertwined, a feeling of guilt, yet this sensation was incredibly exciting. I even felt like my nose was about to bleed.

Our necks intertwined, our emotions growing increasingly intense. I moved down from the armrest and sat on my mother's lap, our mouths opening wider and wider. Finally, I felt her tongue and began to respond passionately. Soon, our tongues were locked together, saliva dripping down our faces, and quickly, our mouths and chins were wet. At that moment, I felt strangely bolder than usual—I guess it was instinct—and I slowly reached out to caress her breasts. I think she must have known my intentions, but maybe not. I made a mistake then; I acted too quickly and consciously grabbed a handful of my mother's soft breasts.

My mother immediately pushed me away, struggled to her feet, and looked at me, her face flushed. She seemed about to say something, but then hesitated. I said, "Mom, what's wrong?" Mom looked at me and said, "What were we doing just now?" I said, "Maybe we made a mistake just now... but even if it's a mistake, I want to keep making it." Mom lowered her head and didn't say anything. I reached out and hugged her waist, pressing my face against her protruding belly, and said, "Mom, didn't you like the feeling just now?"

Mom turned around and said, "You... what are you saying?" But she didn't break free from my embrace. This way, Mom's plump buttocks were right in front of my face. I couldn't resist and lightly kissed her buttocks. Mom didn't react. I knew this was Mom's hint, so I became even more reckless, opening my mouth and biting her buttocks, and sticking out my tongue to lick the fabric on her buttocks.

Mom was tacitly approving of my actions. After a long while, she reached out and pulled me up, saying, "Don't do that, your clothes are dirty there." I looked into Mom's eyes and said, "No, it smells nice there." Mom chuckled, her pretty face flushed, and I couldn't help but kiss Mom's lips again. Unexpectedly, my mother's response was as passionate as ever. With kiss after kiss, I slowly moved closer to her until I rested my hand on the leg she had crossed over her other leg. As I wrapped my arms around her waist, our movement pushed her skirt up even higher—this time, I swear it wasn't intentional. Before me lay my mother's incredibly smooth, incredibly soft, bare legs. Our kiss quickly intensified, becoming as passionate as yesterday. As my mother gently bit my lips, exchanging sweet saliva with me, her passion... It was hard to describe.

Finally, when we stopped breathing, Mom took out a handkerchief to wipe our mouths. Her skirt was now lifted up quite high, almost indecently, but she didn't think to pull it down. I don't think I learned anything from the lesson, because I had involuntarily leaned down to kiss her bare knees. At this moment, Mom put one of her hands on my head, not pushing me away, but rather as if encouraging me. At this moment, I was terrified. I started kissing Mom's thighs and kept moving upwards. The skin I touched was pleasantly smooth, incredibly soft, yet firm. After a while, I placed my right hand on my mother's thigh, continuing to kiss her without pause. Then, my hand slowly moved to the upper part of her thigh, actually grasping her buttocks. My kisses had moved to the high-lifted hem of her skirt, pushing it even higher. I felt like I was in heaven! I was kissing the beautiful legs of my mother, the ones I dreamed of but could never have. I loved how she exposed them to me; I wanted to look at them forever, to see their radiant beauty. Being able to kiss them felt like a dream, an unbelievable dream…

Just as I was about to take it a step further, my mother suddenly cupped my face and said, "Are you sure what you're doing?" I said, "I know perfectly well, I really want to do this with you." "Love, Mom... I think that must be so exciting..." Mom's eyes widened, as if she couldn't believe those words were coming from me.

She was silent for a moment, then suddenly said quietly, "What we're doing isn't right. This isn't what we should be doing. Mom came here for only one purpose: to see if you're doing well. If Mom had an affair with anyone, it would be a betrayal of your father, including you... and it's something the world cannot tolerate. I can't face it... I hope you understand..."

I became agitated and said, "But, Mom, you should know... my feelings for you have transcended familial love... I really can't extricate myself..." Mom ignored me and said, "Go to sleep. You're not a child anymore; you should know how to control your feelings... If you do anything, I will never forgive myself for coming to Shenzhen..."

Helpless, I could only nod and walk to the living room, ready to sleep soundly.

The third night

, the next day, my mind was foggy all day at work. Even after work, my stomach still felt uncomfortable. I knew it was because I had drunk too much the night before. As soon as I got home, I collapsed onto the bed.

My mother came in and saw how uncomfortable I looked. She felt terrible and said, "What's wrong with you? You should have told me you couldn't drink, otherwise you wouldn't have drunk so much. How can you work like this?"

"Don't worry, Mom, drinking this much is normal for me. You don't need to worry about me. I do what I want, so don't worry." Mom nodded and said, "It's good that you think that way. Hurry up and change your clothes. You'll easily catch a cold like this." At that time, I had already taken off all my outer suit jacket and was only wearing pants. No wonder Mom was worried about me. So I stood up and said, "Then I'll change my clothes. You'd better leave me alone." Mom looked at me and laughed, saying, "We're all family. You need me to leave you alone when you change your clothes? Hehe, what's there to be shy about between us? Just change here."

Seeing how composed Mom was, I didn't care at all and took off my pants, leaving only my underwear. I didn't rush to find other pants, but instead wandered around the room in just my underwear. I don't know why, but I felt that exposing myself in front of my mother was a very exciting thing.

Mom stared blankly at my genitals for a long time before snapping out of it. "Hurry up and put on your pants, don't catch a cold." I laughed and said, "No rush, maybe now you'll truly see that I'm a man, not a boy." I deliberately made the bulge in my pants even more obvious; my already tight underwear accentuated the curves of my penis. I slipped my hand inside, straightened it, and said, "These underwear are way too small, they're making me feel so uncomfortable!"

Mom's expression seemed to return to normal only after I put on my pants. I smiled; it was a normal reaction for a woman, even my mother. Actually, last night I had already decided to get my mother, and I firmly believed there was no woman I couldn't get. Tonight, of course, was different. My main task tonight was simply to arouse Mom's interest, to make her clearly understand that I wasn't a boy, but a grown man.

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