Mom, why are you spying on my privacy?

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Mom, why did you sneak in?
That day, I had dinner with my classmates, so it was past midnight when I got home. Afraid of waking her, I tried to keep my voice down as I entered. Passing by her room, I gently pushed the half-open door open a crack and found her still awake, engrossed in a book on the edge of the bed with the bedside lamp on. She had her back to the door, so she didn't notice me. I then quietly went back to my room. Back in my room, I habitually opened my locked secret drawer. "Ah!"

I discovered that the things in my drawer had been disturbed; the exact location of everything I'd placed there for so long was crystal clear. Not only was the location a little off, but something seemed to be missing. I immediately checked, and oh no… my diary… was gone. What I called the "hidden compartment" was just a large wooden box where I kept personal belongings since I was little. In elementary school, it held comic books, but after I started reading pornographic books in middle school, I locked it up and made a deal with my mother that she couldn't look at my private collection. Over the years, I kept changing the contents of my collection. In high school, I accidentally saw my mother changing clothes, and from then on, I became obsessed with my mother's body. In addition to collecting a considerable number of incest novels, books, videotapes, CDs, and my mother's sexy thongs, I also wrote my sexual fantasies about my mother in my diary.

At first, I was furious and wanted to storm into my mother's room to confront her about breaking her promise. But as I calmed down, I thought, since things have come to this point, any reaction from me would only make things more awkward between us. I decided to pretend I didn't know and observe my mother's reaction first. So I left my room and tiptoed to my mother's bedroom door. The light shining through the crack in the door told me she was still reading, probably my diary filled with sexual confessions to her. I then quietly walked to the living room, opened and closed the front door, letting it make a sound to indicate that I had returned. Just as I slammed the door

shut, I noticed the light in my mother's room suddenly go out. I was even more certain that she was secretly reading my diary, so I deliberately went to her room, opened the door, and softly called her name. "Mom..."

My mother was pretending to be asleep and didn't respond. I thought to myself, the diary is probably still hidden under the blanket. I quietly went back to my room to get a change of clothes and went to the bathroom to shower. I usually shower for about twenty minutes, but actually, I didn't shower after entering the bathroom. I wanted to give my mother time to put the diary back, because I guessed she was probably worried that I would find it missing after showering, and if we waited until tomorrow, it might be too late. I turned on the tap, making the sound of running water, and deliberately sang a song to indicate I was taking a shower, while actually peeking through the bathroom crack to observe my mother's room. A moment later, sure enough, my mother tiptoed out of her room, carrying my diary. Only after she left my room and went back inside did I leave the bathroom and return to my own.

The first thing I did, of course, was to open the hidden drawer to check. Sure enough, it was back, clearly put in a hurry, and placed upside down. I didn't sleep much that night, my mind racing, wondering how to handle this situation. Obviously, Mom would pretend nothing happened. Although I didn't write in my Oedipus diary every day, it had grown into a thick volume over the years, especially after I went to university, when my infatuation with my mother's mature body reached an uncontrollable level.

So, the diary was filled with how I secretly admired her from behind, how I adored her full breasts and high buttocks, even peeping at her showering, changing clothes, and masturbating with her panties. I figured she probably hadn't finished reading, so I made a assumption that she might come back to get it again when I wasn't looking. To prove this, I put a hair on the spine of the diary and locked the drawer. If the hair wasn't there the next day, it meant she had touched it again.

Only after everything was arranged did I go to sleep. But before drifting off to sleep, I came up with another daring plan. The next day, as usual, my mother woke me up. There was nothing particularly unusual, except that she clearly hadn't slept all night; her eyes were bloodshot, and she kept yawning. After washing up, I went out to school. I'm an only child; my father passed away when I was young. My mother took over my father's clothing business at the age of twenty-five. Although she had no shortage of suitors over the past ten years, she never remarried, probably because she was afraid I wouldn't like them. Perhaps because of her long-term managerial role, which required her to socialize, my mother has always taken excellent care of her health; she doesn't look like she's almost forty at all. Perhaps because I never had any sisters growing up, I was particularly dependent on my mother, but I never expected it would eventually turn into a mother complex. Because of what happened yesterday, I couldn't concentrate on my studies all day. In the afternoon, I called my mother's company as usual, but the staff said she wasn't there. I guess she wanted to finish reading her diary yesterday,

so she didn't go to work. In the evening, when I got home, my mother was cooking. "Mom, are you alright? Why didn't you go to work today?"

"Oh…Mom…I wasn't feeling well today…so…"

My mother seemed a little uneasy. After showering, I eagerly went back to my room and opened the drawer. Sure enough, the hair from the book spine had fallen out; Mom had indeed come to get it again. Besides that, I noticed something else: the panties I kept from my mother suddenly became shiny and neatly folded into a stack. I picked them up; they were still slightly warm, as if they'd just come out of the dryer. "How…?"

My mother had clearly washed the panties and instinctively folded them neatly. Could it be… she didn't object to me using her panties for masturbation, and even seemed to tacitly approve? So I made up my mind and officially began my plan. That night, I wrote in my diary: "Mom, I don't know why, but I couldn't concentrate on class today. I kept thinking about you. I'm going crazy. I want to possess you. Give them to me! Mom, I want you."

After writing that, I put a hair on top and locked it. The next day, I deliberately woke up earlier than my mother, let my erect penis protrude from my underwear, and then covered it with the sheet. A little while later, my mother got up too, and as usual, she lifted the blanket to wake me. I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep, hearing my mother walk towards me step by step, and sure enough, she yanked off the sheet. I closed my eyes and imagined her expression. Seconds passed, and my mother didn't make any further movement. Five minutes later, I finally couldn't resist peeking through my cracks and found my mother staring blankly at my penis as if possessed. I thought, "I succeeded," but this couldn't go on forever, so I deliberately turned over, and my mother, as if waking from a dream, hurriedly covered herself with the sheet. "Xiao...Xiao Jun...wake up."

My mother's voice was as soft as a mosquito's buzz. I couldn't help but chuckle to myself; how could anyone wake up like that? I finally pretended to be sleepy and rolled over to wake up. "Mom...good morning!"

"...Good...time...to get up

." She seemed a little dazed. I deliberately reached out to pull back the sheet. My mother saw this and hurriedly turned around, looking incredibly awkward. I felt it was cruel to tease my beloved mother like this, so I quickly got dressed. That evening, I made an excuse to stay until after eight o'clock to give my mother some time to look at my diary. When I got back, my mother was taking a shower. I quickly went back to my room and opened the hidden drawer. Sure enough, my mother had read my new confession. Then I noticed a style of panty I'd never seen before among them. My heart pounded. I picked it up and took a closer look—wow…it was a pair of almost completely transparent black mesh panties! Could it be…a gift from Mom? I was so excited I almost jumped for joy. Not only did Mom approve of my actions, she actually sponsored them—it was utterly absurd!

I calmed down and looked carefully again to see if my mother had left any other clues. Later, I found a note in the fold-out page of the diary cover: "Xiao Jun, Mom is conflicted. I hope you see this note, but I don't want you to see it too soon. Sigh... Please forgive Mom for not intending to read your diary. You've always refused to tell Mom if you have a girlfriend. I was hoping to find some things like love letters or photos in your room, but I didn't expect... Sigh! Mom was really shocked after reading your diary. I never thought that the reason you refused to have a girlfriend was because you had a crush on Mom. Xiao Jun, Mom isn't old-fashioned. I've been a widow for so many years and have never remarried, mainly because I want to take care of you wholeheartedly." Besides you, Mom also has her own selfish reasons; she wants to keep you by her side forever. You mentioned in your diary that you have a mother complex, but Mom also has a son complex. Mom's heart is so confused, Xiao Jun. If you see this letter, please pretend you don't know for now, okay? Mom isn't mentally prepared yet. Sweet dreams! PS: I'm so happy you like Mom's underwear. Don't feel guilty or think there's something wrong with you. I think all men like women's underwear. The ones you collected are all old, so Mom is giving you a newer pair, only worn once. I hope you like them.

After reading Mom's response, my excitement was indescribable. When I left the room, Mom hadn't finished showering. "Mom, are you done? I'm going to shower!"

"Okay, okay!"

Mom said, stepping out of the bathroom. The clothes she was wearing almost made me unable to look away. She was only wearing a thin tank top and white thong, and with the lingering water droplets, she was practically transparent. Her nipples were clearly visible through the thin fabric, and the thong, soaked through at the crotch, revealed her dark pubic hair. This was the first time I'd ever seen her dressed like this. "Xiao Jun… don't look…"

Mom's face was flushed, whether from embarrassment or the lingering heat from the shower, or perhaps both! Before entering the bathroom, I gave Mom a knowing smile. Mom had already started to adjust herself. As I took off my clothes in the bathroom and was about to throw them into the laundry basket, I suddenly noticed a pair of apple-green lace panties lying conspicuously on top. They were so obvious that I could see a puddle of milky-white, sticky substance in the middle of the fabric without even bending down. To determine if it was detergent, I picked it up and smelled it. A faint, fishy odor wafted up. I realized my mother must have masturbated before I came back. That puddle was, in fact, her vaginal fluid. It seemed as if my mother was deliberately displaying it for me to see. At that moment, I was completely certain that the change in our mother-son relationship was already on the verge of collapse; it was just a matter of who would fire the first shot. After returning to the room, I took out the diary again, wanting to leave a few more words to my mother, but I found another note in the folder, which said: "Xiaojun, Mom wants to borrow the video tape on the top from you to watch. You put it in the video recorder. I will come out at twelve o'clock in the evening." "Look, but you have to promise me not to come out. You can take it back tomorrow morning."

I looked at the video tape on the top. There was some incomprehensible Japanese written on it. The only obvious thing was the four characters of the title: "Mother and Son Rape."

. I think this is the second step of my mother's adjustment. I want to first understand the situation of mother-son adultery. At twelve o'clock, I saw the TV in the living room was turned on, and my mother came out to watch it. I thought it was better to follow her wishes and not disturb her! But I couldn't resist sneaking open the door and peeking in. I saw my mother wasn't wearing a bra, just a white pair of panties, leaning against the sofa, her breasts prominent as she intently watched the TV. After a while, I went back to my room to sleep. I don't know how long I slept, but when I woke up it was already past three o'clock, and the living room TV light was off. I went to the bathroom and couldn't resist going into my mother's room. Wow! My mother was lying naked on the bed, her panties pulled down to her knees, a thick tuft of black pubic hair sticking wetly to her inner thighs. I never expected this videotape to have such a powerful effect. Facing my mother's beautiful body, I was already uncontrollably aroused, and my penis stood erect against my will. My mind was in turmoil, constantly calculating how to proceed. Now that I had sex with my mother, I believed she wouldn't say anything. I stood in front of the bed for a long time, watching my mother's breasts rise and fall with her breath, and I couldn't help but reach out and gently stroke my mother's nipple. "Hmm..." My

mother made a soft hum, but she didn't wake up. I became bolder and placed my entire palm on my mother's breast, kneading and caressing it up and down. "Mmm...mmm..."

Mom just kept moaning comfortably, still not opening her eyes. I thought to myself, maybe I'm acting too soon, Mom's defenses aren't completely down yet. But since Mom's been pretending, I might as well take my time! So I caressed her more boldly without any restraint, kneading her breasts with one hand and stroking her pubic hair with the other. "Mmm...ah...mmm...mmm...ah..."

Mom's voice became more and more lewd, almost making me unable to resist lifting her legs and thrusting my penis hard into her vagina. "Ah...ah...no...no...ah..."

As I inserted my fingers into my mother's vagina, she moaned like a babbling chorus, but refused to open her eyes. Okay, I changed my approach, pulling down her panties and spreading her legs. Since the light was too dim to see clearly, I simply turned on the main light. Wow! My mother's labia were slowly dripping with vaginal fluid. I climbed onto the bed, pressed my face against my mother's vulva, and used my tongue to pry open the cleft, continuously licking my mother's clitoris. "Ah...ah...ah...good...good..."

My mother finally couldn't help but say "good." So I worked even harder, using my tongue to tease her, and reaching up to squeeze and knead her breasts. Ten minutes later, Mom's body suddenly stiffened, her hips lifted, then slammed down—she had reached orgasm. Her vagina trembled, each tremor releasing a gush of fluid, soon soaking the entire sheet. Mom was satisfied, but I was in trouble; a burning desire still lingered. Finally, I reluctantly kissed her lips and went back to my room to sleep. I was awakened by the caresses. I checked my watch—7 a.m. Looking down, I saw Mom sitting by the bed, one hand gripping my penis. "Xiao Jun...no...don't wake up...you...you're still dreaming, understand? You're having a sweet dream."

I understood what my mother meant, so I closed my eyes again, letting her do as she pleased. What a beautiful weekend morning! My mother kept stroking my penis with her hand, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, teasing me until I almost couldn't resist picking her up and having sex with her. After a while, I secretly opened my eyes and saw that my mother had closed her eyes instead, looking intoxicated. Then she rubbed her cheek against my penis, and finally I saw her slowly stick out her tongue and start licking the glans, then open her mouth and take my entire penis into her mouth. Wow! What a comfortable feeling, my mother's mouth was like a suction cup, sucking up and down. "Suck...suck..."

The sounds of sucking continued from my mother's mouth. A moment later, she took my testicles into her mouth, sucking in and out from left and right. After a few minutes, I couldn't hold back any longer. While my mother was sucking my penis again, a stream of semen shot into her mouth. I heard a gulp as my mother swallowed it, then licked the area around my penis clean before turning and leaving. When I got up, I found the diary lying open on the desk, and my mother had written a note on a new page. "Yesterday's video was really good, but that mother and son were so foolish in the end. Nobody knew, so why did they commit suicide? All that talk about ethics and morality is just self-deception. Don't you think so? If I were that mother, I'd change my name, take my beloved son, and run away to somewhere no one knows me!"

"Mom's going to work. Come back early at noon; Mom has a birthday present for you."

It seems Mom's thinking is even more open-minded than mine; she's already planned her escape route, so I don't need to worry about anything. But what is Mom up to? What present is she going to give me? I can't figure it out. Finally, noon arrived, and I rushed home. As I entered, I saw Mom's high heels; she'd come home early. As I passed my mother's room, I saw a note on the door that read, "Xiao Jun, come in, the gift is in the room."

I pushed open the door and was startled to see a woman reclining inside, wearing a bikini-like top and bottom, looking at me with seductive eyes. For a moment, I thought my mother had found me a woman, but upon closer inspection, this shapely beauty was none other than my mother. My mother had put on makeup and styled her hair. "Xiao Jun, don't you recognize your mother?"

"No... Mom... you... are so beautiful... so beautiful..."

I stammered. "Xiao Jun, come here to Mom."

"Mom..."

"Xiao Jun, do you like this lingerie? I bought it for you this morning!"

"Mom, I like it. I like anything Mom wears."

"Heh... little devil... tell me... do you want Mom?"

"Want... want what?"

I didn't understand for a moment. "Oh! Stop pretending, bullying Mom."

Mom pouted like a little girl and started to act coquettishly. "Mom, I really don't know! What gift are you going to give me?"

I decided to tease her. "Okay! You... do you want... Mom's... body?"

Mom became bolder and bolder. "I want it so badly."

"Then... what are you waiting for? Hurry up and... open your present!"

Mom chided me again. "Present... present? Where is it, Mom?"

"Silly, Mom is... is... your present."

I couldn't hold back any longer and rushed forward to hug Mom tightly, kissing her lips. "Mmm..."

Mom immediately put her tongue into my mouth and swirled it around. My hands weren't idle either; through her semi-transparent bright red bra, I kneaded Mom's breasts. "Mmm... mmm..."

This kiss lasted for almost five minutes before I pulled away from Mom's lips. "Xiao Jun... come... Mom wants you... to hug me..."

Mom took the initiative to hug me tightly, kissing my entire face. I slipped my hand inside my mother's panties, which were only held together by a ribbon, and stroked her pubic hair. "Xiao Jun, come... smell it."

My mother knelt up, wanting me to smell her genitals. "Wow... smells so good..."

A faint, sweet fragrance wafted in. "Mom sprayed perfume especially for you!"

I then pushed my mother down, lifted her legs, and bit open the ribbon of her panties. The panties fell to one side, exposing my mother's entire vulva. I took it into my mouth and continued to lick her labia and clitoris in the same way I had made her climax the night before, then inserted my tongue into her vagina and thrust in and out. "Ah... ah... so good... Xiao Jun... your tongue... so good... ah..."

My mother moaned with pleasure again. "Mmm...ah...Xiao Jun...my little husband...Mom...it feels so good...faster...Mom wants it...faster..."

Mom was already somewhat lost in the moment. I couldn't help but take off all my clothes, and when I finally took off my underwear, my penis sprang out. "Ah...Jun...it's so thick...yesterday...it didn't seem this big..."

"Does Mom like it?"

I guided it closer to Mom's vagina. "I like it...Mom likes it...faster...come on...put it in...put it in the vagina you've been fantasizing about for so many years, Mom's vagina..." My

long-held fantasies had finally come true, and my excitement had reached my penis. I gently rubbed the head of my penis back and forth against Mom's overflowing vagina. "Good son...stop teasing Mom...put it in...put it in quickly..."

I took a deep breath and suppressed my lust. Ignoring her words, he continued rubbing against her vaginal opening. "Xiao Jun... dear son... good son... no... good husband... Mom can't take it anymore... put it in... from now on... Mom will let you put it in every day... okay?..."

"Mom, you said it yourself! You can't back out!"

"It's... it's what Mom wanted... I like it when my son puts it in... from now on... I'll let you... put it in every day..."

"Mom, don't say 'put it in,' say 'fuck,' it's more exciting."

"Okay... fuck... hurry up... fuck Mom... let Xiao Jun... your dear son fuck you..."

Seeing that it was almost over, I stopped teasing her.

With a "plop," my entire penis was inserted into Mom's vagina. "Ah...it hurts...it hurts...gently...slowly...don't move...good son...Mom hasn't been penetrated...hasn't done it in over ten years, it's so tight inside...you have to be gentle..."

So I held back, leaving my penis still inside Mom's vagina, then lifted her upper body and sucked on her breasts. Mom's breasts seemed quite sensitive; even a gentle touch would cause her whole body to tremble. After a while... "Jun...we can do it now...Mom's down there is so itchy...so sore...let's do it..."

So I lifted Mom's legs onto my shoulders and started thrusting. So beautiful, so wonderful, Mom's body is truly a masterpiece. "Ah...ah...so good...my dear son...Mom is so beautiful...so beautiful...you're fucking me so good...I regret...not reading your diary a day earlier...otherwise...I would have fucked you long ago..." "

Sizzle...sizzle...sizzle..."

With my vigorous thrusting, the lustful fluids in Mom's vagina and Mom's moans made a beautiful sound. "Mmm...mmm...ah...Xiao Jun...son...dear husband...Mom is yours now...so good...the feeling of incest is so exciting...Xiao Jun...what do you say...ah...how does it feel to fuck your own mother...is it beautiful...or not beautiful..."

"Mom...son feels so good...fucking your own mother...so good...how do you feel...being fucked by your own son...with his penis...inserted into the place that gave birth to him...?"

"So...beautiful...the beauty of flying to heaven...so exciting...ah...if I had known being fucked by my own son...would be so beautiful...I would have let you fuck me long ago...faster...fuck me again...I've wasted over ten years of my life...ah...husband...dear husband...Mom wants to marry you...okay...okay...ah...every day...I want you...to fuck my pussy...okay..."

"Mom... I don't want... I don't want you to marry me... We want to be mother and son forever... Mother and son having sex... Son fucking mother... This feeling... is so good..."

"Ah... Yes... Yes... I don't want to marry... you... I don't want to call you husband... I want to call you my dear son... My dear son fucking my dear mother... Oh... This is so good... Do it... son... my precious son... You're fucking me... I'm dying... I can't take it anymore... It's too exciting... Hurry... Rush... Mom's coming... Hurry... Come out with Mom... Ah... Ah..."

Mom let out a long cry, her body tensed up, and I immediately relaxed, ejaculating deep into Mom's vagina. After Mom's vagina stopped contracting, I gently pulled out my penis. I could only see a trickle of fluid flowing from her opening as I withdrew. My mother still had her eyes closed, savoring the afterglow of her orgasm. I got up and picked her up. "Good son, what are you doing?"

"Mom, I just want to take my gift back to my room,"

I teased her. "You...you're so naughty..."

my mother said coquettishly, then let me carry her. Back in our room, mother and son lay naked on the bed, caressing each other. I thought perhaps both of us harbored a hidden, pleasurable anticipation of incestuous sex, a desire that, once the mask of societal morality was torn away, would flow like a river bursting its banks. I took out the hidden box and retrieved all the secrets. Since the secret was no longer a secret, I thought I'd let it become our shared secret! But Mom had a different opinion.

"Jun, Mom has thought it through. Our happiness lies in that secret pleasure. Once that secret is gone, and we no longer interact in the same way as before, it will lose its novelty over time. Besides, if we get used to being intimate, it will be difficult for people to find out once we leave this house, because even the best disguise can't hide the desire in our eyes. Mom is a company manager, and it's not good for people to have suspicions too early. Mom wants you to promise that our usual lifestyle won't change at all. Mom promises you... every day... Mom won't back out. But for a man, having sex every day isn't good for his health in the long run. Besides, Mom needs you forever, not just temporarily. Do you understand?"

"Well... okay! Whatever you say."

I thought about what my mother said and realized it made sense. "Also, you can leave your collection there for now! I really want to look at those books and videotapes too, so you can put them on your desk. If you like my underwear, you can put them with the ones in my closet now. You can move them all over, and I can come to your room to change when I need to. Actually, I have some secret collections that you won't find, but don't worry, you'll see them one by one eventually. And isn't that more interesting? As for your diary, it's almost finished. I bought a new one, just wait a bit."

As she spoke, Mom went back to her room and retrieved a new diary. The design was exquisite; the cover and back cover were inlaid with beautifully grained teak. Only a heart was visible on the cover, with the words "Intimate Diary" written on it

. "Starting today, we'll use this diary to share our secrets, okay? Just put it on your desk. Mom will leave you a message every day before I go to work."

"Mom, I love you."

I couldn't help but hug and kiss Mom passionately. "Xiao Jun, you have to keep our promise!"

"I will, Mom, I promise you, but…"

"But what?"

"Today doesn't count, starting tomorrow." After

saying that, I impatiently lifted Mom's legs, pressed myself against her, and raised my penis to insert it. "Wait...wait a minute, Xiaojun, don't rush! Come on, Mom has a suggestion."

Mom said, getting up and taking the "mother-son incest" videotape from my hidden drawer

. "Come on!"

Mom gave me a playful, seductive smile, then pulled my hand out of the room and into the living room. Mom put the videotape into the VCR and pressed the remote to start playing. From many of Mom's small actions, the usually dignified, mature, and composed manager seemed to have suddenly transformed into a quirky and mischievous little woman. I couldn't help but feel a little curious about Mom. "Xiaojun, let's watch it together, Mom wants to watch it again."

We sat naked on the sofa. The video depicts an incestuous relationship between a mother and son that occurred during the month the husband was away on business abroad. Initially, the son spied on his mother bathing and changing clothes. Then, one night, while his mother slept, he raped her. During the rape, the mother, overcome with lust, took the initiative, actively cooperating with his thrusts, changing positions, and even teaching him sexual techniques.

The mother was seen stroking my penis at the beginning of the video, but her eyes remained fixed on the screen. When the video showed the mother turning over, kneeling on the bed, and raising her hips, demanding her son penetrate her from behind, the mother also got up and knelt on the sofa, raising her hips to reveal her pubic hair. "Come on, Xiaojun, do it too."

I immediately understood, and with a "plop

," I inserted my penis into my mother's vagina. "Ah...ah...good...son...Mom feels so...comfortable...I guessed right...this position...is indeed wonderful...ah...so stimulating..."

The mother on the TV screen moaned, and my mother also desperately made lewd noises, the lewdness intertwined into an indescribable scene. This stimulation was truly extraordinary. "Ah...ah...sizzle...sizzle...ah...ah...sizzle...sizzle..."

"Mom...you're so great...how...why did you come up with this...idea...so great...so good..."

Then the mother on the screen turned to the side, raised her right leg and placed it on her son's body, and her son's penis was inserted from the side. "Mom...come..."

I changed positions as well, but the sofa wasn't wide enough, so I simply lifted my mother's right leg directly on the floor. "Plop!"

I re-inserted into my mother's vagina. "Ah...ah...um...Jun...this position...is so beautiful...ah...sizzle...sizzle...my dear son...Mom loves it so much...good...I'm going to fuck you to death..."

"Mom...you're so good...so slutty...son likes it...are you comfortable..."

"Ah...um...Mom is comfortable...Mom is so comfortable...it feels so good to be fucked by my dear son...faster...again..."

Because of the position, it wasn't suitable for rapid thrusting. Just then, the mother and son on the screen switched back to the normal position, and I promptly lifted my mother's other leg, placing both on my shoulders, and began to thrust violently. "Okay... ah... Mom wants... son... Mom wants... fuck me... faster... faster... ah... ah..."

At this moment, following the TV drama, I picked up my mother and she wrapped her legs around my waist. I stood up and thrust into her vagina while she was suspended in the air. "Ah... ah... sizzle... sizzle... dear son... the videotape wasn't... it wasn't lying... it feels so good... ah... Mom's vagina... almost... almost can't take it anymore... ah... God... son... Mom is flying... it feels like flying... ah... God... almost... almost coming... ah... ah... it's... coming... I'm giving it to you... dear son..."

Mom climaxed, and I stopped thrusting. Mom's legs were still tightly wrapped around my waist. The mother and son on TV seemed to have finished earlier than us; the scene had changed. "Good son, can you put Mom down now?"

I gently put her down and gently withdrew my penis. "Ah... gently... gently... um..."

Her vagina was quite sensitive after her orgasm. "Mom, was it good?"

"Jun, Mom felt great, thank you!"

Mom kissed me. "Mom, my little slutty mom, your moans are so exciting! I feel so satisfied."

"But you haven't ejaculated yet?"

"Mom, actually, my pleasure is in the process of having sex with you, not the end, you understand? Otherwise, I could just masturbate, why do I need sex?" "

Really? As long as you're truly satisfied."

"Mom, honestly, you really haven't had sex in over ten years? How do you have so many sexual ideas?"

"Silly boy! Why would Mom lie to you? Of course! Mom is doing business and socializing outside. There are always many big bosses pursuing me, but whenever I get close to those well-dressed, greasy-haired men, no matter how much cologne they put on, I can always smell their stench. And no matter how they try to hide it, they can't hide their lecherous looks. Mom feels disgusted when she sees them, but for the sake of business, I still have to socialize with them. Sigh!"

"Mom, I'm really sorry to have to put you through this."

I kissed my mother's hair lovingly. "Jun, for over ten years, Mom has relied on masturbation to relieve her needs. But only today did I fully realize that masturbation and real intercourse are worlds apart. You know what? It's not that Mom has a lot of ideas, it's just that Mom also relies on sexual fantasies to achieve orgasm."

"Oh! So... who do you usually fantasize about?"

"Oh dear! You little devil, why are you asking Mom this!"

Mom started acting coquettish again. "Tell me, I want to know."

I also tried to tease her. "Um... I can tell you... but... I'm scared... I'm scared..."

"Scared of what? Tell me, I promise I won't eat you."

"No... it's not that... it's just... sigh... okay... I originally wanted to keep a little secret, but never mind, maybe... maybe... it's fate... Okay, Xiaojun, when I saw the contents of your diary, actually... actually, I wasn't shocked, but happy, so excited I didn't know what to do. Because... because when you were in junior high, one time I accidentally saw your... your penis, and I was shocked. I didn't expect you to be only fourteen, and that thing was already so big. I couldn't help but masturbate in my room."

"Mom... you mean... the object of your sexual fantasies is me... you're lying!"

"You're such an idiot. The first time you masturbated with my underwear, you ejaculated all over it and put it back without cleaning it properly. Didn't you notice that it was your own intimate clothing? Another time you slept in my underwear and forgot to take it off. When I woke you up in the morning, I found that the lace on the underwear was torn. The next day, you thought you had gotten away with it and put it back. You're such an idiot."

After her mother exposed her embarrassing moments from puberty, she was speechless. "Mom originally thought it was just a natural phenomenon of boys going through puberty. In the years that followed, Mom was busy with her career and didn't pay attention anymore. Even if a few pairs of underwear were missing occasionally, she didn't care. She thought it would be fine after you got through puberty. But after reading your diary that day, I realized that your love for Mom has never changed. On the contrary, it has become stronger, which has aroused my... my sexual fantasies about you. Actually, ever since that time I fantasized about you raping Mom and had an orgasm, Mom has become used to you. Every time I think about you, it's you. If you don't believe me, Mom will show you something, and you will understand."

As Mom spoke, she stroked my penis again. "Until yesterday, this was only the second time I'd seen your penis. It's even thicker and bigger than it was in junior high."

"Mom, from now on we won't need to masturbate anymore, right?"

"Of course, Mom has a son who loves me so much, who's so... good at... penetration, so I don't need to rely on my hands or fantasies to satisfy myself."

As Mom spoke, she took my penis into her mouth. "Mom... wait... wait... what did you say you were going to show me?"

"Wait a minute."

Mom released my penis and went into her room. I usually only rummaged through the closet where Mom kept her bras and panties; I never knew Mom had so many secrets. A little while later, Mom came out, carrying three books. "Sigh! Xiao Jun, we're a match made in heaven, guess what this is?"

I immediately guessed, a diary, Mom's diary... Could it be... Oh my god! Could this be? "Xiao Jun, you've only written one, but Mom has already written three over the years. Don't you think we're a perfect match?"

Mother and Son Diary (4-End) I randomly flipped to one of them, the date was from my freshman year of college, it said: "Xiao Jun, Mom came again last night, your big thing shoved hard into Mom's little hole, oh, so beautiful, Mom hopes this isn't a fantasy, it's real..."

I flipped to another newer one, the date was from last week, it said: "Xiao Jun, you said you don't have a girlfriend, Mom doesn't believe you, you're so good, Mom doesn't believe you don't have a girlfriend." "Mom is so jealous, so reluctant to part with you. Mom loves you. Will you look down on Mom? Will you think Mom has psychological problems? Mom is so afraid you'll find out, but I also want you to know. Come and hug Mom! Mom loves you madly, Mom is willing to give herself to you, Mom's body has already been given to you. Waiting for you, I really hope that one day you will come in, take off Mom's clothes, and just like Mom's heart desires, use your penis to possess me, possess Mom, rape Mom, insert into Mom's little hole..."

Seeing this, I looked up at Mom. Her face was already flushed, shy yet affectionate, her eyes full of seductive allure as she looked at my reaction. Our understanding as mother and son had reached such a level that no more words were needed. I lifted my mother's chin, and she immediately closed her eyes. I kissed her moist, luscious lips. "Mmm...smack...mmm...smack..."

My mother's tongue passionately entered my mouth, swirling around, then she sucked my tongue into her mouth. Her hands and legs were tightly wrapped around my body. "Mmm...mmm...mmm...huff..."

Being kissed passionately by my mother was a completely different feeling from kissing her myself. I fully felt my mother's love and desire. This kiss lasted for almost ten minutes before my mother reluctantly pulled away from my lips, but it also reignited our desire. We didn't say anything more. We exchanged a glance, and Mom rolled over and lay face down on the examination pillow, raising her buttocks and spreading her legs so I could see her pink vulva more clearly. It was so beautiful, so beautiful, a fresh, tender pinkish-white, unlike the dark and unsightly vulvas in pornographic pictures. Mom's pubic hair was soft, thick, and felt as comfortable as lush green grass. I lowered my head, mesmerized, to kiss and lick it. Just as Mom could no longer hold back, I held her full buttocks and,

with a "plop," inserted my penis into her dripping, wet vulva. That day, my mother and I had sex repeatedly. She climaxed again and again. Because she told me it was my safe period, I recklessly ejaculated into her vagina, the scalding heat washing over her uterus, the place that had nurtured me. Her bold, lewd moans seemed never to cease, uttering every obscene word she knew. With my encouragement, it became even more lewd. This woman, my own mother, my completely liberated sexual partner—I was certain in my heart that the ultimate sexual pleasure was all here. What more could I ask for than a celestial beauty? Our sexual intercourse lasted until 10 PM. We were almost completely drained of fluids; the sofa, the floor, and our bed were all covered in traces of our debauchery. My bed was especially littered with pubic hair that had fallen out after our intense intercourse. After having some snacks, we fell asleep in each other's arms. The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes the next morning was a full, round bottom, wearing a tight pink panty that clung tightly to the bulging flesh in the middle, a deep slit forming in the center. "Oh…Mom…Good…Morning…"

My mother was straddling me, sucking on my penis, which was how she woke me. "Mmm…Good…child…mmm…" My mother

said, then took it back into her mouth. I let my mother do as she pleased, only reaching out to bring her ample buttocks towards my face, and starting to lick the slit through her panties. "Mom...didn't you say...starting today...we'll go back to our normal way of getting along?"

"Mom forgot today is Sunday. From now on, Sundays are no longer on our promise. Holidays belong to us. Okay?"

My mother rolled over and lay on top of me. "Of course!"

I couldn't be happier. It was another beautiful morning, and we had another frenzied sexual encounter before eating breakfast. We tidied up the house that day, and my mother moved all her underwear to my room. Then we played a game. My mother strung several long ropes in my room and called me out. A while later, they called me in. As soon as I entered the room, I was captivated by the spectacular sight before me. My mother had hung up all her panties, one by one. I counted—at least a hundred different kinds, each a sexy pair in various colors. My mother's quirky ideas are truly numerous, and this was just one of many ways she added spice to our relationship. I

learned from her that these were part of her company's business. I only knew that my mother's company imported and exported garments, but I never imagined they included women's underwear. No wonder my mother had so many fancy lingerie pieces. After my mother's explanation, I finally understood the huge difference between these few pieces of fabric. The underwear my mother wore was all high-quality material, ranging in price from hundreds to thousands of yuan per piece. The red bra she bought for me yesterday cost over eight thousand yuan! I curiously touched it repeatedly, comparing it with other similar underwear, and realized that the difference in feel was truly immense; no matter how much I rubbed it, it wouldn't wrinkle. Actually, my mother had a hidden purpose in explaining all this to me, which I didn't discover until the next morning.

While introducing the underwear, my mother even acted as a model, wearing each piece for me to see. As I tried to feel the texture, I caressed my mother while simultaneously experiencing the sensation. That feeling was truly intoxicating. That day, apart from my mother constantly changing her panties and bras, we were almost completely naked together. My mother, afraid that I would get tired of looking at her body later, and also to maintain the seductive pleasure, always kept a set of underwear on. Actually, I quite agreed with my mother's view; the allure of being partially exposed is definitely more stimulating than being completely naked.

Later, my mother kept only one set to wear, and put away the rest, folding them neatly one by one. The bras and panties were arranged in more than a dozen stacks and placed on my bookshelf. But what puzzled me was that she had labeled each stack with numbers like 1…2…3…4…5…. When I asked her why, she playfully only said two words, "Secret…Secret."

Before going to sleep, we had another passionate sexual encounter before going to our respective rooms. The next day, we both kept our promise. After Mom woke me up, I went to work as usual. As I was getting ready to leave after washing up, I suddenly remembered my new secret with Mom…my diary. After Mom revealed her secret diary to me yesterday, she said, "Jun, from now on, we'll use that new diary as our secret. Mom has promised you, every day... I'll give it to you... I'll give it to you... Oh!

I can't say it! Just understand. But Mom is worried that you'll have sex with Mom every day, and your body won't be able to handle it. Women are different from men; if a man's sperm count is low, his energy won't be good either. Besides... Mom really enjoys your warm semen entering Mom's body." That feeling... From now on, Mom will write my menstrual cycle on your desk calendar every month. During the safe period, you can safely ejaculate inside Mom's... vagina. But during ovulation, you'll have to wear a condom. Mom can't get pregnant right now. In a few years, after Mom closes down her business, we'll move far away from this city, and once everything is settled, Mom won't be afraid anymore, okay? But it's inconvenient for Mom to buy you condoms, so you'll have to buy them yourself. Buy a lot and keep them on hand.

My mom leaves comments in our diaries every day. You'll know what to do when you read her comments. "

Thinking of what my mother said, I quickly went back to my room and opened the diary on the table. On the new page, it read: 'Jun, for your health, Mom is going to give you a challenge. From now on, Mom will leave you a riddle every day, like a treasure hunt. You will solve the riddle according to the instructions in the message. Only if you solve it will Mom give you her body. If you can't solve it or the time is up, it won't count...'

Seeing this, I truly admired my mother. She has managed a company for so many years. She is no ordinary woman. She has many ideas, and they are always unexpected. More importantly, she makes our sex life incredibly fun. I can't help but sigh, if all couples in this world had half the fun of my mother, how could there be any unhappy couples!" To have a woman like my mother, what more could I ask for? I continued reading. "...Okay, today's riddle is—Northern Hemisphere, 75; Southern Hemisphere, 18—that's it, my dear son, go treasure hunting!" Good

heavens! What is this? North latitude? South latitude? East longitude? West longitude? But even if there are such coordinates, there's no such map! I racked my brains, still unable to figure it out when I left. During my lunch break, I reviewed yesterday's events again, hoping to find some clues. Mom is so cunning, what kind of riddle is this! Suddenly, I had an idea. In the afternoon, I couldn't wait to get home and go into my room to see my mother's masterpiece from yesterday: rows of bras labeled with numbers. "Northern Hemisphere" refers to the top row of bras; 75 is the fifth item in the seventh row, and "Southern Hemisphere" refers to the panties on the bottom shelf. 18 is the eighth item in the first row. Sure enough, I first took out the fifth bra in the seventh

row. Inside was a note that read, "21:00." I found the time. Then I took out the eighth panty in the first row, a very provocative black lace panty. Inside was another note that read, "Do you like this panty? Mom will wear it for you. Kitchen."

Mom wanted me to bring this panty to the kitchen at 9 PM. When Mom came home, I pretended to be anxious, glancing at her pleadingly at the dinner table. She didn't break her promise, only gently pinching my nose and saying, "Silly!" while clearing the dishes.

Finally, it was almost nine o'clock. I saw Mom go into the kitchen, put the briefs in her pocket, and follow her in. As soon as I entered, I said, "Mom, I'm so hungry, is there anything to eat?"

I saw the initial joy on her face turn to disappointment. "Okay, wait outside, I'll cook something for you,"

Mom said, her voice sounding even more dejected. Just as Mom turned around to turn on the stove, I took out the panties, hugged her from behind, and showed them to her. "Oh! You teased your mother...you deliberately teased me...you're so naughty..."

Mom said with a delighted but coquettish tone. "Mom, you're so clever, how could your son be stupid!"

"Jun...Mom has faith in you, but...you're so naughty! You teased me all night, making me worry."

"Who told you to give such a strange question? Okay, you keep your word!"

I handed the panties to Mom. Mom then took off her clothes one by one in front of me, and put on the black lace panties. After a period of caressing, I turned my mother around, pulled her panties down to her thighs, spread her legs, and, holding my penis,

inserted it into her vagina from behind with a "plop". "Ah...my dear son...Mom loves you so much...so smart...no wonder you're...ah...you're Mom's biological son...mmm...do it...the mystery is solved...Mom is...my dear son's...pussy...ah...pussy is so beautiful...ah...my dear son...your penis is so thick...so long...ah...it's inside...ah...you're making Mom feel so good...ah...ah...do it...do it hard on Mom...Mom loves it when you do it to me..."

After a while, we changed from standing to Mom kneeling on the floor tiles. After a while, I carried Mom to the sink and thrust hard. In this way, Mom and I completed another sexual intercourse full of fun and pleasure. Before bed, I was filled with anticipation, looking forward to another climax the next day. It was in this challenging and exciting atmosphere that my mother and I indulged in our daily lovemaking. Of course, it wasn't truly every day. Sometimes when she wasn't feeling well or was too tired from work, although she would still test me as promised, I would pretend I couldn't guess the answers so she could rest. My mother, of course, understood and felt touched by my tenderness and consideration. Our deep love had long since transcended the ordinary sexual relationship between a man and a woman. However, I truly admired my mother's endless stream of ideas; sometimes simple, sometimes difficult, but she always went to great lengths to spice up our lives. For example, once she only wrote "ice" in her diary

. I found an ice cube tray in the freezer, melted all the small ice cubes inside, and found a note written in ballpoint pen in one of the cubes. It read: "These ice cubes aren't enough to extinguish the passion between mother and son. Mom needs you. 10 PM, Mom will be waiting for you in the room."

A more difficult instance made me quite applaud. For example, once my mother wrote in her diary: "x-1023 00:56:38".

I was completely baffled. What does x-1023 mean? Is 00:56:38 a time? 12:56:38 AM? Impossible. I still have to decipher x-1023 first. I eventually found a videotape titled "Adulterous Mother" among a pile of videotapes on my bookshelf, drawn by the word "x."

The tape's number was x-1023, so 00:56:38 must be the playback time. I rewound the tape, reset it to zero, and sped it up. The numbers on the tape spun rapidly until I paused at 00:56:38. The subtitle on the screen read: "After dinner, Mom is waiting for you in the room. Come on!"

It was a scene in the video where the mother was proposing to her son. These kinds of puzzle games made me feel willing to solve them even if I couldn't, and the pleasure after solving them was even greater. There was even a time when I solved the puzzle right before the time was up. That time, my mother's message only contained

the two letters "pc." Naturally, I immediately thought of a computer, so as soon as I got home, I turned on the computer to look for the answer. However, after searching through all the erotic pictures and articles I had collected, I still couldn't find it. Then I thought of searching by date; perhaps my mother had created a new text file and hidden it in that directory. So I locked the dates to the most recent days, but I was afraid my mother would change the dates after typing it. Finally, I found one, but it was a directory, not a file—a directory called "myde." I excitedly opened it, only to find a bunch of subdirectories starting with "a." After looking through them all, I realized that only the "ars" directory had anything; the others were empty. I thought to myself, my mother must have created countless layers of subdirectories, but the answer was finally about to appear. I finally opened the last directory called "irty," and there was a text file inside. I finally solved it, but when I opened the text file, I saw the words: "Good luck! Almost there!" Good

heavens! What is this?! I tried again to find clues, but still to no avail. I couldn't help but curse the Microsoft Win95 system screen and jumped to DOS to search again. After going through each directory one by one without finding anything, I suddenly noticed a string of text on the screen:

c:mydearsonmomwantyoufuckmeibathroomatseven-thirty.

A thought struck me, and I copied it down and went back to Win95, because Win95 allows you to set the case of directories, but you can't see that in DOS. So I combined all the directories, and the result was:

c:mydearsonmomwantyoufuckmeibathroomatseven-thirty.

Separating them, it became:

mydearson.momwantyoufuckmeinbathroom,atseven-thirty.

Genius! Mom is truly a genius. It was only then that I realized it was exactly 7:30. Just before Mom went in, she playfully patted my head and said, "Go for it!"

I immediately stripped off my clothes, pushed open the bathroom door, and there Mom, fully clothed, sat beside the bathtub, smiling at me. "Fun, isn't it!"

Mom said mischievously. "Mom, you little devil!"

I picked her up and started undressing her. "Honey, will you help Mom take a bath?"

"Okay!"

After undressing Mom, I started lathering her entire body with soap, and then I also lathered my erect penis with soap. After lathering myself with soap, without a word, I grabbed my mother's ample buttocks and inserted my penis into her vagina from behind, beginning to thrust. "Ah... um... ah..."

My mother held onto the bathtub, occasionally turning her head to look at me with alluring eyes. "Ah... Jun... good son... are you... washing... bathing... or washing my vagina like this..."

After only a few thrusts, a lot of foam came out of my mother's vagina with each in-and-out motion, and soon our genitals were almost completely covered by soap bubbles. "Ah... Jun... is it okay?... Mom... is ready... ah..."

I understood what my mother meant; we had seen this scene together in a novel. The son, in the bathroom, inserted his soap-covered penis into his mother's anus, engaging in anal sex. I knew my mother had been eager to try it, wanting to know what it felt like. "Mom, you have to be patient!"

My mother wanted to give me her anus; perhaps it was another way of expressing love. Every woman wants to give her first time to the person she loves most. I pulled my penis out of her vagina and

lifted it upwards, gently pressing it against her anus. "Coming... Mom..." I used the head of my penis, lubricated by the soap, to gently push it in. "Ah... It hurts... It hurts so much... Stop... Stop for a moment..."

My mother screamed in pain. I stopped immediately, but in reality, only the head of my penis went in. "Mom, seeing how uncomfortable you are, let's not do it anymore, okay?"

I said, pulling out. "No... good son... it's okay... it's just like a girl's first time... it'll be fine in a bit... besides... Mom really wants to give her first time... and even every time after that... to my most beloved son... take it slow... Mom will be patient... come on... slowly push it in again..."

Okay! Since Mom said so, I slowly pushed forward again. "Hmm... ah... ah... gently... gently..."

Mom was trying her best to endure. I thought to myself, maybe this is like tearing a Salonpas, the slower you tear, the more painful it is, so I pushed hard without thinking. "Ah... Jun... you're bad..."

My penis was completely inside Mom's anus. The feeling of being tightly enveloped by her flesh was incredibly comfortable. After a while… “Jun… Mom has finally given you her first time… Mom will always be yours… Are you comfortable?”

“Mom, I feel very comfortable, but I don’t want you to suffer like this.”

“No… Come on… try thrusting… Mom’s getting a little wet down there…”

So I started thrusting. “Hmm… Hmm… Mom… I’m starting to feel something… Ah… It’s a little numb… But… Ah… It feels a little good… Ah… Strange… Son… Your penis is inside Mom’s butt… But… Mom’s vagina… It feels so good… Ah…”

As I thrust, I also inserted my fingers into Mom’s vagina and kneaded her clitoris. "Ah...so...so beautiful...good son...this feeling...is so stimulating...oh my god...Jun...Mom...both of Mom's holes...you've fucked them all...ah...ah...son...dear son...Mom's going crazy...you're so good...you're so good at fucking..."

After thrusting for a while, I suddenly pulled out and then inserted it into my mother's vagina. "Ah... Jun... don't you like Mom's... new pussy...?"

"Mom... I love it to death... but you have two pussy now... I have to feed both... it's fair..."

"Ah... um... you really are my dear son... Mom loves you... dear mother loves dear son... no... no... it's dear mother's... pussy loves dear son's cock inside... ah... ah... so beautiful..."

My penis moved back and forth between the two pussy holes, sometimes inside the top, sometimes inside the bottom. I fucked Mom until she almost fainted. Finally, I thrust with all my might and ejaculated into Mom's vagina. "Ah... I'm coming... Mom gave it to you..."

Mom also reached orgasm at the same time. Our sex life, thanks to my mother's painstaking efforts in creating spice, has become increasingly sweet rather than tedious. Because of this careful adjustment, even when we go out together, nothing seems amiss. My mother often gives me special praise when we return, allowing me to have sex with her without needing to figure it out. We have no plans to elope and get married. Firstly, our tacit understanding prevents anyone from suspecting us. Secondly, my mother says that once we're married, we'll no longer be mother and son, but husband and wife. We both enjoy the thrill of incestuous sex, which defies societal norms. Therefore, having sex under the guise of mother and son is more exciting than a marital relationship. We both love this thrill, and we both have incestuous blood flowing through our veins.

That day, I had dinner with classmates, so I didn't get home until after midnight. Afraid of waking my mother, I tried to keep my voice down as I entered. Passing by her room, I gently pushed the half-open door open a crack and found her still awake, engrossed in a book on the edge of the bed with the bedside lamp on. She had her back to the door, so she didn't notice me. I then quietly went back to my own room. Back in my room, I habitually opened my locked secret drawer. "Ah!"

I discovered that the things in my drawer had been disturbed. For a long time, I knew exactly where everything I put inside was. Now, not only were the positions different, but something seemed to be missing. I immediately checked, and oh no… my diary… it’s gone. What I called a hidden compartment was just a large wooden box where I kept my personal belongings since I was little. In elementary school, it was filled with comic books, but after I started reading pornographic books in junior high, I locked it up and made a deal with my mother that she couldn’t look at my private collection. Over the years, I kept changing the contents of my collection. In high school, I accidentally saw my mother changing clothes, and from then on, I became obsessed with my mother’s body. In addition to collecting a considerable number of incest novels, books, videotapes, CDs, and my mother’s sexy thongs, I also wrote my sexual fantasies about my mother in my diary.

At first, I was furious and wanted to storm into my mother's room to confront her about breaking her promise. But as I calmed down, I thought, since things have come to this point, any reaction from me would only make things more awkward between us. I decided to pretend I didn't know and observe my mother's reaction first. So I left my room and tiptoed to my mother's bedroom door. The light shining through the crack in the door told me she was still reading, probably my diary filled with sexual confessions to her. I then quietly walked to the living room, opened and closed the front door, letting it make a sound to indicate that I had returned. Just as I slammed the door

shut, I noticed the light in my mother's room suddenly go out. I was even more certain that she was secretly reading my diary, so I deliberately went to her room, opened the door, and softly called her name. "Mom..."

My mother was pretending to be asleep and didn't respond. I thought to myself, the diary is probably still hidden under the blanket. I quietly went back to my room to get a change of clothes and went to the bathroom to shower. I usually shower for about twenty minutes, but actually, I didn't shower after entering the bathroom. I wanted to give my mother time to put the diary back, because I guessed she was probably worried that I would find it missing after showering, and if we waited until tomorrow, it might be too late. I turned on the tap, making the sound of running water, and deliberately sang a song to indicate that I was taking a shower, while actually peeking through the bathroom door to observe my mother's room. A moment later, sure enough, my mother tiptoed out of her room, carrying my diary. Only after she left my room and went back inside did I leave the bathroom and return to my own.

The first thing I did, of course, was to check the hidden drawer. Sure enough, it was back, obviously put in a hurry, and even its place was upside down. I didn't sleep much that night, my mind racing, trying to figure out how to handle this. Obviously, my mother would pretend nothing had happened, and although I didn't write in my Oedipus diary every day, it had become quite thick over the years. Especially after I went to university, my infatuation with my mother's mature body had reached an uncontrollable level.

So, what I wrote in the diary was all about how I secretly admired my mother from behind, how I adored her full breasts, her high buttocks, and even how I spied on her showering, changing clothes, and masturbating with her panties. I thought she probably hadn't finished reading it yet, so I made a assumption that she might come back to get it again when I wasn't looking. To prove it, I placed a hair on the spine of my diary and locked the drawer. If the hair wasn't there the next day, it meant she had come back to touch it.

I only went to sleep after everything was arranged. But before drifting off to sleep, I came up with another daring plan. The next day, as usual, my mother woke me up. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, except that she clearly hadn't slept all night; her eyes were bloodshot, and she kept yawning. After washing up, I went to school. I'm an only child. My father passed away when I was young, and my mother took over his clothing business at the age of twenty-five. Although she had no shortage of suitors over the past decade, she never remarried, probably because she was afraid I wouldn't like them. Perhaps due to her long-term managerial role and the need to socialize, she has always maintained her health very well; she doesn't look almost forty at all. Perhaps because I never had any sisters growing up, I'm extremely dependent on my mother, but I never expected it would eventually turn into a mother complex. Because of what happened yesterday, I couldn't concentrate on my classes all day. In the afternoon, I called my mother's company as usual, but they said she wasn't there. I think she probably wanted to finish reading the diary she hadn't finished yesterday,

so she didn't go to work. In the evening, when I got home, my mother was cooking. "Mom, are you alright? Why didn't you go to the company today?"

"Oh…Mom…I wasn't feeling well today…so…"

My mother seemed a little uneasy. After showering, I eagerly went back to my room and opened the drawer. Sure enough, the hair from the book spine had fallen out; Mom had indeed come to get it again. Besides that, I noticed something else: the panties I kept from my mother suddenly became shiny, and they were neatly folded and stacked. I picked them up; they were still slightly warm, as if they had just been taken out of the dryer. "How come..."

Mom had obviously washed all those panties, and unconsciously folded them neatly using a woman's instinct. Could it be... she doesn't object to me using her panties to masturbate, and even seems to tacitly approve? So I made up my mind and officially began my plan. That night, I wrote in my diary: "Mom, I don't know why, but I couldn't concentrate on class today. I kept thinking about you. I'm going crazy. I want to possess you. Give it to me! Mom, I want you." After

writing it, I put a hair on the cover and locked it. The next day, I deliberately got up earlier than Mom, then let my erect penis stick out of my underwear, and covered it with the sheet. After a while, Mom got up too, and as usual, she lifted my blanket and called me. I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep, hearing my mother walk towards me step by step. Sure enough, she pulled back my blanket. I kept my eyes closed, imagining her expression. Time passed second by second, and my mother didn't make any further moves. After five minutes, I finally couldn't resist peeking through my cracks and found my mother staring blankly at my penis as if possessed. I thought to myself, "Success!" But this couldn't go on forever, so I deliberately turned over. My mother then seemed to wake up from a deep sleep and hurriedly covered herself with the blanket. "Xiao...Xiao Jun...wake up."

My mother's voice was as soft as a mosquito's buzz. I couldn't help but chuckle to myself; how could anyone wake up like that? In the end, I pretended to be sleepy and turned over to wake up. "Mom... good morning!"

"...Good morning... you should... get up."

She seemed a little dazed. I deliberately lifted the sheet, and when Mom saw this, she hurriedly turned around, looking incredibly awkward. I felt it was cruel to tease my beloved mother like this, so I quickly got dressed. That evening, I made an excuse to stay until after eight o'clock to give Mom some time to read my diary. When I got back, Mom was taking a shower. I quickly went back to my room and opened the hidden drawer. Sure enough, Mom had read my new confession. Then I noticed a style of panty I'd never seen before among them. My heart pounded. I picked it up and took a closer look—wow…it was a pair of almost completely transparent black mesh panties! Could it be…a gift from Mom? I was so excited I almost jumped for joy. Not only did Mom approve of my actions, she actually sponsored them—it was utterly absurd!

I calmed down and looked carefully again to see if my mother had left any other clues. Later, I found a note in the fold-out page of the diary cover: "Xiao Jun, Mom is conflicted. I hope you see this note, but I don't want you to see it too soon. Sigh... Please forgive Mom for not intending to read your diary. You've always refused to tell Mom if you have a girlfriend. I was hoping to find some things like love letters or photos in your room, but I didn't expect... Sigh! Mom was really shocked after reading your diary. I never thought that the reason you refused to have a girlfriend was because you had a crush on Mom. Xiao Jun, Mom isn't old-fashioned. I've been a widow for so many years and have never remarried, mainly because I want to take care of you wholeheartedly." Besides you, Mom also has her own selfish reasons; she wants to keep you by her side forever. You mentioned in your diary that you have a mother complex, but Mom also has a son complex. Mom's heart is so confused, Xiao Jun. If you see this letter, please pretend you don't know for now, okay? Mom isn't mentally prepared yet. Sweet dreams! PS: I'm so happy you like Mom's underwear. Don't feel guilty or think there's something wrong with you. I think all men like women's underwear. The ones you collected are all old, so Mom is giving you a newer pair, only worn once. I hope you like them.

After reading Mom's response, my excitement was indescribable. When I left the room, Mom hadn't finished showering. "Mom, are you done? I'm going to shower!"

"Okay, okay!"

Mom said, stepping out of the bathroom. The clothes she was wearing almost made me unable to look away. She was only wearing a thin tank top and white thong, and with the lingering water droplets, she was practically transparent. Her nipples were clearly visible through the thin fabric, and the thong, soaked through at the crotch, revealed her dark pubic hair. This was the first time I'd ever seen her dressed like this. "Xiao Jun… don't look…"

Mom's face was flushed, whether from embarrassment or the lingering heat from the shower, or perhaps both! Before entering the bathroom, I gave Mom a knowing smile. Mom had already started to adjust herself. As I took off my clothes in the bathroom and was about to throw them into the laundry basket, I suddenly noticed a pair of apple-green lace panties lying conspicuously on top. They were so obvious that I could see a puddle of milky-white, sticky substance in the middle of the fabric without even bending down. To determine if it was detergent, I picked it up and smelled it. A faint, fishy odor wafted up. I realized my mother must have masturbated before I came back. That puddle was, in fact, her vaginal fluid. It seemed as if my mother was deliberately displaying it for me to see. At that moment, I was completely certain that the change in our mother-son relationship was already on the verge of collapse; it was just a matter of who would fire the first shot. After returning to the room, I took out the diary again, wanting to leave a few more words to my mother, but I found another note in the folder, which said: "Xiaojun, Mom wants to borrow the video tape on the top from you to watch. You put it in the video recorder. I will come out at twelve o'clock in the evening." "Look, but you have to promise me not to come out. You can take it back tomorrow morning."

I looked at the video tape on the top. There was some incomprehensible Japanese written on it. The only obvious thing was the four characters of the title: "Mother and Son Rape."

I think this was Mom's second step in her plan; she wanted to understand the situation of other mother-son incest. At midnight, I saw the TV in the living room was on, and Mom came out to watch. I thought I should do as she wanted and not disturb her. But in the end, I couldn't resist secretly opening the bedroom door and peeking in. I saw Mom wasn't wearing a bra, just a white pair of panties, leaning against the sofa, her breasts prominently displayed, intently watching the TV screen. After watching for a while, I went back to my room to sleep. I don't know how long I slept, but when I woke up it was already past three o'clock, and the living room TV light was off. I went to the bathroom and couldn't resist going into Mom's room. Wow! My mother lay naked on the bed, her panties pulled down to her knees, a thick tuft of black pubic hair clinging wetly to her inner thighs. I hadn't expected this videotape to have such an effect. Faced with my mother's beautiful body, I was irresistibly aroused; my penis rose uncontrollably. My mind raced, constantly calculating how to proceed. Now that I've done it to Mom, I'm sure she won't say anything. I stood by the bed for a long time, watching her breasts rise and fall with her breath, and I couldn't help but reach out and gently stroke her nipples. "Mmm..."

Mom hummed softly, but didn't wake up. I became bolder and placed my entire palm on her breasts, kneading and stroking them up and down. "Mmm...mmm..."

Mom just kept making soft moans of pleasure, still not opening her eyes. I thought to myself, maybe I acted too soon; Mom's defenses weren't completely down yet. But since Mom was pretending, I might as well go all out! So I became even more unrestrained in my caresses, kneading her breasts with one hand while stroking her pubic hair with the other. "Mmm...ah...mmm...mmm...ah..."

My mother's voice grew increasingly lewd, almost making me unable to resist lifting her legs and thrusting my penis deep into her vagina. "Ah...ah...no...no...ah..."

As I inserted my fingers into her vagina, she moaned like a babbling murmur, but refused to open her eyes. Okay, I changed tactics. I pulled down her panties, spread her legs, and since the light was too dim to see clearly, I simply turned on the main light. Wow! My mother's labia were slowly dripping with vaginal fluid. I climbed onto the bed and pressed my face against her vulva, using my tongue to pry open the cleft and licking her clitoris incessantly. "Ah...ah...ah...good...good..."

My mother finally couldn't help but say "good." So I worked even harder, using my tongue to tease her, while my hands reached up and tightly grasped her breasts, kneading them forcefully. Ten minutes later, my mother's body suddenly stiffened, her buttocks rose up, and then she slammed them down hard—she had reached orgasm. Afterward, her clitoris trembled continuously, each tremor releasing a gush of vaginal fluid, and soon the entire bed sheet was soaked. Mom was satisfied, but I was miserable; a burning desire still hadn't subsided. Finally, I reluctantly kissed her lips and went back to my room to sleep. I was woken by some caresses. I checked my watch; it was seven in the morning. Looking down, I saw Mom sitting by the bed, one hand holding my penis. "Xiao Jun…no…don't wake up…you…are still dreaming, understand? You're having a sweet dream."

I understood what Mom meant, so I closed my eyes again, letting her do as she pleased. What a beautiful weekend morning! Mom kept stroking my penis with her hand, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, teasing me until I almost couldn't resist picking her up and having sex with her. A moment later, I peeked open my eyes and saw that Mom had closed her eyes instead, looking completely absorbed. She then rubbed her cheek against my penis, and finally, she slowly stuck out her tongue and began licking the glans. Then she opened her mouth and took

my entire penis into her mouth. Wow! It felt so good. Mom's mouth was like a suction cup, sucking up and down. "Suck...suck..." The sucking sounds kept coming from Mom's mouth. A moment later, she took my testicles into her mouth, sucking in and out from left to right. After a few minutes, I couldn't hold back anymore. While Mom was sucking my penis again, I ejaculated into her mouth. I heard a gulp, and Mom swallowed it. She then licked the area around my penis clean before turning and leaving. When I got up, I found the diary lying open on the desk. On a new page, Mom had written something: "Yesterday's videotape was really good, but that mother and son were so stupid in the end. Nobody knew, so why did they commit suicide? Talking about ethics and morality is just self-deception. Don't you think so? If I were that mother, I would change my name and take my beloved son and run away to somewhere no one knows me!"

"Mom's going to work. Come back early at noon; Mom has a birthday present for you."

It seems Mom's thinking is even more open-minded than mine; she's already thought of a way out. So I don't need to worry about anything. What was Mom up to? What gift was she going to give me? I couldn't figure it out no matter how much I thought about it. Finally, noon arrived, and I rushed home. As I entered, I saw Mom's high heels; she had come home early. Passing by her room, I saw a note on the door that read, "Xiao Jun, come in. The gift is in the room."

I pushed open the door and was startled. A woman in a bikini was reclining inside, looking at me with seductive eyes. For a moment, I thought Mom had found me a woman, but upon closer inspection, this shapely beauty was none other than Mom! Mom had put on makeup and styled her hair. "Xiao Jun, don't you recognize your mother?"

"No... Mom... you... are so beautiful... so beautiful..."

I stammered. "Xiao Jun, come here to Mom."

"Mom..."

"Xiao Jun, do you like this lingerie set? I bought it for you this morning!"

"Mom, I like it. I like anything Mom wears."

"Heh... little devil... tell me... do you want Mom?"

"Want... want Mom what?"

I didn't understand for a moment. "Oh! Stop pretending, bullying Mom."

Mom pouted and acted coquettishly like a little girl. "Mom, I really don't know! What gift are you going to give me?"

I decided to play along. "Okay! You...do you want...Mom's...body?"

Mom was getting bolder and bolder. "Yes, I want it so badly."

"Then...what are you waiting for? Hurry up and...open your present?"

Mom said coquettishly again. "Present...present? Where is it, Mom?"

"Silly, Mom is...is...your present."

I couldn't hold back any longer and rushed forward to hug Mom tightly, kissing her lips. "Mmm..."

Mom immediately put her tongue into my mouth and swirled it around. My hands weren't idle either; through her semi-transparent bright red bra, I kneaded Mom's breasts. "Mmm...mmm..."

This kiss lasted for almost five minutes before I pulled away from Mom's lips. "Xiao Jun... come... Mom wants you... to hug me..."

Mom hugged me tightly and kissed my entire face. I reached into Mom's panties, which were only held up by a ribbon, and stroked her pubic hair. "Xiao Jun, come... smell it."

Mom knelt up and wanted me to smell her genitals. "Wow... smells so good..."

A faint fragrance wafted in. "Mom sprayed perfume especially for you!"

I then pushed Mom down again, lifted her legs, bit open the ribbon of her panties, and the panties fell to one side, exposing Mom's entire vulva. I took it into my mouth and continued to lick her labia and clitoris in the same way I had made her climax last night, before inserting my penis into her vagina and thrusting. "Ah...ah...so good...Xiao Jun...your tongue...so good...ah..."

Mom started moaning again, enjoying herself. "Mmm...ah...Xiao Jun...my little husband...Mom...so good...faster...Mom wants it...faster..."

Mom was already somewhat lost in the moment. I couldn't help but take off all my clothes, and when I finally took off my underwear, my penis sprang out. "Ah...Jun...so thick...yesterday...it didn't seem this big..."

"Does Mom like it?"

I guided it towards Mom's vagina. "I like it...Mom likes it...faster...come on...put it in...put it into the vagina you've been fantasizing about for so many years, Mom's vagina..."

My long-held fantasy had finally come true, and my excitement reached my penis. I gently rubbed the head of my penis back and forth against my mother's wet and glistening vulva. "Good son...stop teasing me...put it in...put it in quickly..."

I took a deep breath and suppressed my lust. Ignoring my mother's words, I continued to rub against her vulva. "Xiao Jun...my dear son...good son...no...good husband...Mom can't take it anymore...put it in...from now on...Mom will let you put it in every day...okay?... "

"Mom, you said it yourself! You can't back out!"

"Yes...it's what Mom wanted...I like it when my son puts it in...from now on...I'll let you...put it in every day..."

"Mom, don't say 'put it in,' say 'fuck,' it's more exciting."

"Okay...fuck...hurry up...fuck Mom...Mom will let Xiao Jun...my dear son fuck me..."

I stopped teasing her when I saw that it was about time. With a "plop

," my entire penis was inserted into Mom's vagina. "Ah...it hurts...it hurts...gently...slowly...don't move...good son...Mom hasn't been penetrated...hasn't done it in over ten years, it's so tight inside...you have to be gentle..."

So I held back, leaving my penis still inside Mom's vagina, then lifted her upper body and sucked on her breasts. Mom's breasts seemed quite sensitive; even a gentle touch would cause her whole body to tremble. After a while... "Jun...we can do it now...Mom's down there is so itchy...so sore...let's do it..."

So I lifted Mom's legs onto my shoulders and started thrusting. So beautiful, so wonderful, Mom's body is truly a masterpiece. "Ah...ah...so good...my dear son...Mom is so beautiful...so beautiful...you're fucking me so good...I regret...not reading your diary a day earlier...otherwise...I would have fucked you long ago..." "

Sizzle...sizzle...sizzle..."

With my vigorous thrusting, the lustful fluids in Mom's vagina and Mom's moans made a beautiful sound. "Mmm...mmm...ah...Xiao Jun...son...dear husband...Mom is yours now...so good...the feeling of incest is so exciting...Xiao Jun...what do you say...ah...how does it feel to fuck your own mother...is it beautiful...or not beautiful..."

"Mom...son feels so good...fucking your own mother...so good...how do you feel...being fucked by your own son...with his penis...inserted into the place that gave birth to him...?"

"So...beautiful...the beauty of flying to heaven...so exciting...ah...if I had known being fucked by my own son...would be so beautiful...I would have let you fuck me long ago...faster...fuck me again...I've wasted over ten years of my life...ah...husband...dear husband...Mom wants to marry you...okay...okay...ah...every day...I want you...to fuck my pussy...okay..."

"Mom... I don't want... I don't want you to marry me... We want to be mother and son forever... Mother and son having sex... Son fucking mother... This feeling... is so good..."

"Ah... Yes... Yes... I don't want to marry... you... I don't want to call you husband... I want to call you my dear son... My dear son fucking my dear mother... Oh... This is so good... Do it... son... my precious son... You're fucking me... I'm dying... I can't take it anymore... It's too exciting... Hurry... Rush... Mom's coming... Hurry... Come out with Mom... Ah... Ah..."

Mom let out a long cry, her body tensed up, and I immediately relaxed, ejaculating deep into Mom's vagina. After Mom's vagina stopped contracting, I gently pulled out my penis. I could only see a trickle of fluid flowing from her opening as I withdrew. My mother still had her eyes closed, savoring the afterglow of her orgasm. I got up and picked her up. "Good son, what are you doing?"

"Mom, I just want to take my gift back to my room,"

I teased her. "You...you're so naughty..."

my mother said coquettishly, then let me carry her. Back in our room, mother and son lay naked on the bed, caressing each other. I thought perhaps both of us harbored a hidden, pleasurable anticipation of incestuous sex, a desire that, once the mask of societal morality was torn away, would flow like a river bursting its banks. I took out the hidden box and retrieved all the secrets. Since the secret was no longer a secret, I thought I'd let it become our shared secret! But Mom had a different opinion.

"Jun, Mom has thought it through. Our happiness lies in that secret pleasure. Once that secret is gone, and we no longer interact in the same way as before, it will lose its novelty over time. Besides, if we get used to being intimate, it will be difficult for people to find out once we leave this house, because even the best disguise can't hide the desire in our eyes. Mom is a company manager, and it's not good for people to have suspicions too early. Mom wants you to promise that our usual lifestyle won't change at all. Mom promises you... every day... Mom won't back out. But for a man, having sex every day isn't good for his health in the long run. Besides, Mom needs you forever, not just temporarily. Do you understand?"

"Well... okay! Whatever you say."

I thought about what my mother said and realized it made sense. "Also, you can leave your collection there for now! I really want to see those books and videotapes too, so you can put them on your desk. If you like my underwear, you can put them with the ones in my closet now. You can move them all over, and I can come to your room to change when I need to. Actually, I have some secret collections that you won't find, but don't worry, you'll see them one by one eventually. And isn't that more interesting? As for your diary, it's almost finished. I bought a new one. Wait a minute."

With that, my mother went back to her room and got a new diary. The design was quite exquisite, with the cover and back cover inlaid with beautifully grained teak. I could only see a heart carved on the cover, with the words "Intimate Diary" written on it

. "Let's use this diary to pass on our secrets, okay? Just put it on the desk. I'll leave you a message every day before I go to work."

"Mom, I love you."

I couldn't help but hug my mother and kiss her passionately. "Xiao Jun, you have to keep our promise!"

"I will, Mom, I promise you, but..."

"But what?"

"Today doesn't count, starting tomorrow."

After I finished speaking, I impatiently lifted my mother's legs, pressed them against her body, and raised my penis to insert it. "Wait...wait a minute, Xiao Jun, don't rush! Come on, Mom has a suggestion."

My mother said, getting up and taking out the "mother and son incest" videotape from my hidden compartment

. "Come here!"

Mom gave me a playful, charming smile, then pulled my hand out of the room and into the living room. She put the videotape into the VCR and started playing it on the remote. Judging from her many small gestures, the usually dignified, mature, and composed manager seemed to have suddenly transformed into a quirky and mischievous little woman. I couldn't help but feel a little curious about her. "Xiao Jun, let's watch it together, Mom wants to watch it again."

We sat naked on the sofa. The videotape depicted an incestuous relationship between a mother and son that occurred during the month the husband was away on business abroad. It started with the son peeping at his mother while she bathed and changed clothes. Then one night, while she was asleep, he raped her. During the rape, the mother, overcome with lust, took the initiative, actively cooperating with his thrusts and constantly changing positions, even teaching him sexual techniques.

The mother was already stroking my penis at the beginning of the video, but her eyes remained fixed on the screen. When the video showed the mother turning over, kneeling on the bed, and raising her hips, asking her son to penetrate her from behind, the mother also got up and knelt on the sofa, raising her hips to reveal her pubic hair. "Come on, Xiao Jun, do it too."

I immediately understood, lifted my penis, and with a "plop

," inserted it into my mother's vagina. "Ah...ah...good...son...Mom feels so...good...I guessed right...this position...is truly wonderful...ah...so stimulating..."

The mother on the TV screen moaned wildly, and my mother also cried out incessantly, their lewd moans intertwining into an indescribable scene. The stimulation was truly extraordinary. "Ah...ah...sizzle...sizzle...ah...ah...sizzle...sizzle..."

"Mom...you're so amazing...how...how did you come up with such an...idea...so amazing...so good..."

Then the mother on the screen turned to the side, raising her right leg and placing it on her son, whose penis was inserted from the side. "Mom...come..."

I changed positions as well, but the sofa wasn't wide enough, so I simply raised my mother's right leg directly on the floor. "Plop,"

I re-inserted into my mother's vagina. "Ah...ah...um...Jun...this position...is so beautiful...ah...sizzle...sizzle...my dear son...Mom loves it so much...good...I'm going to fuck you to death..."

"Mom...you're so good...so slutty...son likes it...are you comfortable..."

"Ah...um...Mom is comfortable...Mom is so comfortable...it feels so good to be fucked by my dear son...faster...again..."

Due to the position, it was not suitable to thrust quickly. Just then, the mother and son on the screen switched back to the normal position. I promptly lifted the mother's other leg, placed them both on my shoulders, and began to thrust violently. "Okay... ah... Mom wants... son... Mom wants... fuck me... faster... faster... ah... ah..."

At this moment, following the TV drama, I picked up my mother and she wrapped her legs around my waist. I stood up and thrust into her vagina while she was suspended in the air. "Ah... ah... sizzle... sizzle... dear son... the videotape wasn't... it wasn't lying... it feels so good... ah... Mom's vagina... almost... almost can't take it anymore... ah... God... son... Mom is flying... it feels like flying... ah... God... almost... almost coming... ah... ah... it's... coming... I'm giving it to you... dear son..."

Mom climaxed, and I stopped thrusting. Mom's legs were still tightly wrapped around my waist. The mother and son on TV seemed to have finished earlier than us; the scene had changed. "Good son, can you put Mom down now?"

I gently put her down and gently withdrew my penis. "Ah... gently... gently... um..."

Her vagina was quite sensitive after her orgasm. "Mom, was it good?"

"Jun, Mom felt great, thank you!"

Mom kissed me. "Mom, my little slutty mom, your moans are so exciting! I feel so satisfied."

"But you haven't ejaculated yet?"

"Mom, actually, my pleasure is in the process of having sex with you, not the end, you understand? Otherwise, I could just masturbate, why do I need sex?" "

Really? As long as you're truly satisfied."

"Mom, honestly, you really haven't had sex in over ten years? How do you have so many sexual ideas?"

"Silly boy! Why would Mom lie to you? Of course! Mom is doing business and socializing outside. There are always many big bosses pursuing me, but whenever I get close to those well-dressed, greasy-haired men, no matter how much cologne they put on, I can always smell their stench. And no matter how they try to hide it, they can't hide their lecherous looks. Mom feels disgusted when she sees them, but for the sake of business, I still have to socialize with them. Sigh!"

"Mom, I'm really sorry to have to put you through this."

I kissed my mother's hair lovingly. "Jun, for over ten years, Mom has relied on masturbation to relieve her needs. But only today did I fully realize that masturbation and real intercourse are worlds apart. You know what? It's not that Mom has a lot of ideas, it's just that Mom also relies on sexual fantasies to achieve orgasm."

"Oh! So... who do you usually fantasize about?"

"Oh dear! You little devil, why are you asking Mom this!"

Mom started acting coquettish again. "Tell me, I want to know."

I also tried to tease her. "Um... I can tell you... but... I'm scared... I'm scared..."

"Scared of what? Tell me, I promise I won't eat you."

"No... it's not that... it's just... sigh... okay... I originally wanted to keep a little secret, but never mind, maybe... maybe... it's fate... Okay, Xiaojun, when I saw the contents of your diary, actually... actually, I wasn't shocked, but happy, so excited I didn't know what to do. Because... because when you were in junior high, one time I accidentally saw your... your penis, and I was shocked. I didn't expect you to be only fourteen, and that thing was already so big. I couldn't help but masturbate in my room."

"Mom... you mean... the object of your sexual fantasies is me... you're lying!"

"You're such an idiot. The first time you masturbated with my underwear, you ejaculated all over it and put it back without cleaning it properly. Didn't you notice that it was your own intimate clothing? Another time you slept in my underwear and forgot to take it off. When I woke you up in the morning, I found that the lace on the underwear was torn. The next day, you thought you had gotten away with it and put it back. You're such an idiot."

After her mother exposed her embarrassing moments from puberty, she was speechless. "Mom initially thought it was just a natural phenomenon of boys going through puberty. In the years that followed, I was busy with my career and didn't pay attention anymore. Even if a few pairs of underwear were missing occasionally, I didn't care, thinking it would be fine after puberty. But after reading your diary that day, I realized that your love for me hadn't changed; in fact, it had become even stronger, and it rekindled my...sexual fantasies about you. Actually, ever since that time I fantasized about you raping me and had an orgasm, I've gotten used to you. I think about you all the time. If you don't believe me, I'll show you something, and you'll understand."

Mom said, stroking my penis again. "Until yesterday, it was the second time I saw your penis. It's even thicker and bigger than it was in junior high."

"Mom, from now on, we won't need to masturbate anymore, right?"

"Of course, with a son who loves me so much, who's so... good at... penetration, I don't need to rely on my hands or fantasies to satisfy myself."

Mom said, taking my penis into her mouth. "Mom... wait... wait... what did you say you were going to show me?"

"Wait a minute."

Mom released my penis and went into her room. I usually only rummaged through the closet where Mom kept her bras and panties; I never knew she had so many secrets. A moment later, Mom came out, carrying three books. "Sigh! Xiao Jun, we're a match made in heaven, guess what these are?"

I immediately guessed—a diary, Mom's diary... Could it be... Oh my god! Could such a thing be true? "Xiao Jun, you've only written one book, but Mom has already written three over the years. Don't you think we're a perfectly in sync?"

Mother and Son Diary (4-End) I randomly flipped to one of the books. The date was from my freshman year of college. It read: "Xiao Jun, Mom came again last night. Your big, thick thing shoved hard into Mom's little hole. Oh, so beautiful. Mom wishes this wasn't a fantasy, but real..."

I then flipped to another, newer book, dated just last week. It read: "Xiao Jun, you said you don't have a girlfriend, but Mom doesn't believe you. You're so great, Mom doesn't believe you don't have a girlfriend." "Mom is so jealous, so reluctant to part with you. Mom loves you. Will you look down on Mom? Will you think Mom has psychological problems? Mom is so afraid you'll find out, but I also want you to know. Come and hug Mom! Mom loves you madly, Mom is willing to give herself to you, Mom's body has already been given to you. Waiting for you, I really hope that one day you will come in, take off Mom's clothes, and just like Mom's heart desires, use your penis to possess me, possess Mom, rape Mom, insert into Mom's little hole..."

Seeing this, I looked up at Mom. Her face was already flushed, shy yet affectionate, her eyes full of seductive allure as she looked at my reaction. Our understanding as mother and son had reached such a level that no more words were needed. I lifted my mother's chin, and she immediately closed her eyes. I kissed her moist, luscious lips. "Mmm...smack...mmm...smack..."

My mother's tongue passionately entered my mouth, swirling around, then she sucked my tongue into her mouth. Her hands and legs were tightly wrapped around my body. "Mmm...mmm...mmm...huff..."

Being kissed passionately by my mother felt completely different from kissing her myself; I fully felt her love and desire. The kiss lasted for almost ten minutes before she reluctantly pulled away from my lips, reigniting our passion. We didn't say anything more. We exchanged a glance, and Mom rolled over and lay face down on the examination pillow, raising her buttocks and spreading her legs so I could see her pink vulva more clearly. It was so beautiful, so beautiful, a fresh, tender pinkish-white, unlike the dark and unsightly vulvas in pornographic pictures. Mom's pubic hair was soft, thick, and felt as comfortable as lush green grass. I lowered my head, mesmerized, to kiss and lick it. Just as Mom could no longer hold back, I held her full buttocks and,

with a "plop," inserted my penis into her dripping, wet vulva. That day, my mother and I had sex repeatedly. She climaxed again and again. Because she told me it was my safe period, I recklessly ejaculated into her vagina, the scalding heat washing over her uterus, the place that had nurtured me. Her bold, lewd moans seemed never to cease, uttering every obscene word she knew. With my encouragement, it became even more lewd. This woman, my own mother, my completely liberated sexual partner—I was certain in my heart that the ultimate sexual pleasure was all here. What more could I ask for than a celestial beauty? Our sexual intercourse lasted until 10 PM. We were almost completely drained of fluids; the sofa, the floor, and our bed were all covered in traces of our debauchery. My bed was especially littered with pubic hair that had fallen out after our intense intercourse. After having some snacks, we fell asleep in each other's arms. The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes the next morning was a full, round bottom, wearing a tight pink panty that clung tightly to the bulging flesh in the middle, a deep slit forming in the center. "Oh…Mom…Good…Morning…"

My mother was straddling me, sucking on my penis, which was how she woke me. "Mmm…Good…child…mmm…" My mother

said, then took it back into her mouth. I let my mother do as she pleased, only reaching out to bring her ample buttocks towards my face, and starting to lick the slit through her panties. "Mom...didn't you say...starting today...we'll go back to our normal way of getting along?"

"Mom forgot today is Sunday. From now on, Sundays are no longer on our promise. Holidays belong to us. Okay?"

My mother rolled over and lay on top of me. "Of course!"

I couldn't be happier. It was another beautiful morning, and we had another frenzied sexual encounter before eating breakfast. We tidied up the house that day, and my mother moved all her underwear to my room. Then we played a game. My mother strung several long ropes in my room and called me out. A while later, they called me in. As soon as I entered the room, I was captivated by the spectacular sight before me. My mother had hung up all her panties, one by one. I counted—at least a hundred different kinds, each a sexy pair in various colors. My mother's quirky ideas are truly numerous, and this was just one of many ways she added spice to our relationship. I

learned from her that these were part of her company's business. I only knew that my mother's company imported and exported garments, but I never imagined they included women's underwear. No wonder my mother had so many fancy lingerie pieces. After my mother's explanation, I finally understood the huge difference between these few pieces of fabric. The underwear my mother wore was all high-quality material, ranging in price from hundreds to thousands of yuan per piece. The red bra she bought for me yesterday cost over eight thousand yuan! I curiously touched it repeatedly, comparing it with other similar underwear, and realized that the difference in feel was truly immense; no matter how much I rubbed it, it wouldn't wrinkle. Actually, my mother had a hidden purpose in explaining all this to me, which I didn't discover until the next morning.

While introducing the underwear, my mother even acted as a model, wearing each piece for me to see. As I tried to feel the texture, I caressed my mother while simultaneously experiencing the sensation. That feeling was truly intoxicating. That day, apart from my mother constantly changing her panties and bras, we were almost completely naked together. My mother, afraid that I would get tired of looking at her body later, and also to maintain the seductive pleasure, always kept a set of underwear on. Actually, I quite agreed with my mother's view; the allure of being partially exposed is definitely more stimulating than being completely naked.

Later, my mother kept only one set to wear, and put away the rest, folding them neatly one by one. The bras and panties were arranged in more than a dozen stacks and placed on my bookshelf. But what puzzled me was that she had labeled each stack with numbers like 1…2…3…4…5…. When I asked her why, she playfully only said two words, "Secret…Secret."

Before going to sleep, we had another passionate sexual encounter before going to our respective rooms. The next day, we both kept our promise. After Mom woke me up, I went to work as usual. As I was getting ready to leave after washing up, I suddenly remembered my new secret with Mom…my diary. Yesterday, after Mom revealed her secret diary to me, she said, "Jun, from now on, we'll use that new diary as our secret. Mom has promised you, every day... I'll give it to you... I'll give it to you... Oh!

I can't say it! Just understand. But Mom is worried that you'll have sex with Mom every day, and your body won't be able to handle it. Women are different from men; if a man's sperm count is low, his energy won't be good either. Besides... Mom really likes you." The feeling of warm semen entering Mom's body... From now on, Mom will write my menstrual cycle on your desk calendar every month. During the safe period, you can safely ejaculate inside Mom's... vagina. But during ovulation, you'll need to wear a condom. Mom can't get pregnant now. In a few years, after Mom closes her business, we'll move far away from this city, and once everything is settled, Mom won't be afraid anymore, okay? But... "Mom can't buy you condoms, so you'll have to buy them yourself. Buy a lot and keep some on hand.

Mom leaves comments in our diaries every day; you'll know what to do when you read the comments."

Thinking of what Mom said, I quickly went back to my room and opened the diary on the table. A new page read: "Jun, for your health's sake, Mom is going to give you a challenge. From now on, Mom will leave you a riddle in her comments every day, like a treasure hunt. You'll have to answer the questions in the comments..." "Solve the riddle. Only if you solve it will Mom give you her body. If you can't solve it or the time is up

, it doesn't count..." Reading this, I truly admired my mother. Managing a company for so many years, she's no ordinary woman. Not only are her ideas numerous, but they're always unexpected. More importantly, she made our sex life incredibly exciting. I couldn't help but sigh, if every couple in the world had half of my mother's passion, how could there be any unhappy couples! To have a woman like my mother, what more could a husband ask for? I continued reading. "...Okay, today's riddle is—Northern Hemisphere, 75; Southern Hemisphere, 18—that's it, my dear son, go treasure hunting!"

Good heavens! What is this? North latitude? South latitude? East longitude? West longitude? But even with coordinates, there's no map! I was racking my brains, still unable to figure it out as I left. During my lunch break, I went over yesterday's events again, hoping to find some clues. Mom's so clever, what kind of question is that! Suddenly, I had an idea. In the afternoon, I couldn't wait to go home and check out Mom's masterpiece from yesterday: rows of bras labeled with numbers. "Northern Hemisphere" refers to the bras on top, 75 is the fifth item in the seventh row, "Southern Hemisphere" refers to the panties on the bookshelf below, and 18 is the eighth item in the first row. Sure enough, I first took out the fifth bra in the seventh row, and inside was a note that read: "21:00."

The time was found. I took out the eighth pair of panties from the first row, an extremely provocative black lace pair. Inside was a note that read: "Do you like this panty?

Mom will wear it for you. Kitchen." Mom wanted me to bring this panty to the kitchen at nine o'clock that night. When Mom came back, I deliberately pretended to be anxious, constantly glancing at her for help at the dinner table. Mom still didn't break her promise, only gently pinching my nose and saying "Silly!" while clearing the dishes.

Finally, it was almost nine o'clock. I saw Mom go into the kitchen, put the panty in my pocket, and followed her in. As soon as I entered the kitchen, I said, "Mom, I'm so hungry, is there anything to eat?"

I saw the joy on my mother's face as she watched me go in instantly turn into disappointment. "Okay, you wait outside first, I'll cook something for you."

My mother's voice even sounded dejected. Just as my mother turned around to turn on the stove, I took out the briefs, hugged her from behind, and showed them to her. "Oh! You're teasing your mother... teasing me on purpose... you're so naughty..."

My mother exclaimed with a mix of delight and coquettishness. "Mom, you're so clever, how could your son be stupid!"

"Jun... Mom has faith in you, but... you're so naughty! You teased me all night, making me worry."

"Who told you to give such a strange question? Okay, keep your word!"

I handed the panties to my mother. My mother took off her clothes one by one in front of me, and then put on the black lace panties. After a while of caressing, I turned my mother around, pulled the panties down to her thighs, spread her legs, grasped my penis, and

inserted it into my mother's vagina from behind with a "plop". "Ah...my dear son...Mom loves you so much...so smart...no wonder you're...ah...you're Mom's biological son...mmm...do it...the mystery is solved...Mom is...my dear son's...pussy...ah...pussy is so beautiful...ah...my dear son...your penis is so thick...so long...ah...it's inside...ah...you're making Mom feel so good...ah...ah...do it...do it hard on Mom...Mom loves it when you do it to me..."

After a while, we changed from standing to Mom kneeling on the floor tiles. After a while, I carried Mom to the sink and thrust hard. In this way, Mom and I completed another sexual intercourse full of fun and pleasure. Before bed, I was filled with anticipation, looking forward to another climax the next day. It was in this challenging and exciting atmosphere that my mother and I indulged in our daily lovemaking. Of course, it wasn't truly every day. Sometimes when she wasn't feeling well or was too tired from work, although she would still test me as promised, I would pretend I couldn't guess the answers so she could rest. My mother, of course, understood and felt touched by my tenderness and consideration. Our deep love had long since transcended the ordinary sexual relationship between a man and a woman. However, I truly admired my mother's endless stream of ideas; sometimes simple, sometimes difficult, but she always went to great lengths to spice up our lives. For example, once she only wrote "ice" in her diary

. I found an ice cube tray in the freezer, melted all the small ice cubes inside, and found a note written in ballpoint pen in one of the cubes. It read: "These ice cubes aren't enough to extinguish the passion between mother and son. Mom needs you. 10 PM, Mom will be waiting for you in the room."

A more difficult instance made me quite applaud. For example, once my mother wrote in her diary: "x-1023 00:56:38".

I was completely baffled. What does x-1023 mean? Is 00:56:38 a time? 12:56:38 AM? Impossible. I still have to decipher x-1023 first. I eventually found a videotape titled "Adulterous Mother" among a pile of videotapes on my bookshelf, drawn by the word "x."

The tape's number was x-1023, so 00:56:38 must be the playback time. I rewound the tape, reset it to zero, and sped it up. The numbers on the tape spun rapidly until I paused at 00:56:38. The subtitle on the screen read: "After dinner, Mom is waiting for you in the room. Come on!"

It was a scene in the video where the mother was proposing to her son. These kinds of puzzle games made me feel willing to solve them even if I couldn't, and the pleasure after solving them was even greater. There was even a time when I solved the puzzle right before the time was up. That time, my mother's message only contained

the two letters "pc." Naturally, I immediately thought of a computer, so as soon as I got home, I turned on the computer to look for the answer. However, after searching through all the erotic pictures and articles I had collected, I still couldn't find it. Then I thought of searching by date; perhaps my mother had created a new text file and hidden it in that directory. So I locked the dates to the most recent days, but I was afraid my mother would change the dates after typing it. Finally, I found one, but it was a directory, not a file—a directory called "myde." I excitedly opened it, only to find a bunch of subdirectories starting with "a." After looking through them all, I realized that only the "ars" directory had anything; the others were empty. I thought to myself, my mother must have created countless layers of subdirectories, but the answer was finally about to appear. I finally opened the last directory called "irty," and there was a text file inside. I finally solved it, but when I opened the text file, I saw the words: "Good luck! Almost there!" Good

heavens! What is this?! I tried again to find clues, but still to no avail. I couldn't help but curse the Microsoft Win95 system screen and jumped to DOS to search again. After going through each directory one by one without finding anything, I suddenly noticed a string of text on the screen:

c:mydearsonmomwantyoufuckmeibathroomatseven-thirty.

A thought struck me, and I copied it down and went back to Win95, because Win95 allows you to set the case of directories, but you can't see that in DOS. So I combined all the entries, and the result was:

c:mydearsonmomwantyoufuckmeibathroomatseven-thirty.

Separating them, it became:

mydearson.momwantyoufuckmeinbathroom,atseven-thirty.

Genius! Mom is truly a genius. At that moment, I realized it was exactly 7:30. Just before Mom went in, she playfully patted my head and said, "Go for it!"

I immediately took off all my clothes, pushed open the bathroom door, and Mom was sitting fully clothed beside the bathtub, smiling at me. "Fun, isn't it!"

Mom said mischievously. "Mom, you little devil!"

I picked her up and started undressing her. "Child, would you help Mom take a bath?"

"Okay!"

After I undressed my mother, I started lathering her entire body with soap, and then I also lathered my erect penis with soap. After I finished lathering, without saying a word, I held my mother's plump buttocks and inserted my penis into her vagina from behind, and began to thrust. "Ah... um... ah..."

My mother held onto the bathtub with both hands, and occasionally turned her head, looking at me affectionately with seductive eyes. "Ah... Jun... good son... are you... helping Mom wash... bathe... or washing Mom's pussy like this..."

After only a few thrusts, lots of foam came out of Mom's pussy with each in-and-out motion, and soon our genitals were almost completely covered in soap bubbles. "Ah... Jun... is it okay?... Mom... is ready... ready... ah..."

I understood what Mom meant; this scene was one we'd seen together in a novel. The son, in the bathroom, used a soap-covered penis to insert into Mom's anus, performing anal sex. I knew Mom had been eager to try it, wanting to know what it felt like. "Mom, you have to be patient!"

Mom wanted to give me her anus, perhaps as another way of expressing love. Every woman wants to give her first time to the person she loves most. I pulled my penis out of her vagina and lifted it up, gently pressing it against her anus. "Coming... Mom..."

I used the head of my penis, lubricated by the soap, to gently push it in. "Ah... It hurts... It hurts so much... Stop... Stop for a moment..."

Mom screamed in pain. I stopped immediately, but actually only the head of my penis went in. "Mom, seeing how uncomfortable you are, let's not do it anymore, okay?"

I said, about to pull out. "No...good son...it's okay...it's just like a girl's first time...it'll be over in a bit...besides...Mom truly wants to give her first time...and every time after that...to my most beloved son...take your time...Mom will be patient...come on...slowly push it in again..."

Okay! Since Mom said so, I slowly pushed forward again. "Mmm...ah...ah...gently...gently..."

My mother was enduring it with all her might. I thought to myself, maybe it's like tearing a Salonpas, the slower you tear, the more painful it is, so I pushed hard without thinking. "Ah... Jun... you're bad..."

My penis was completely inside my mother's anus. The feeling of being tightly surrounded by flesh walls was really very comfortable. After a while... "Jun... Mom finally gave you her first time... Mom will always be yours... Are you comfortable?"

"Mom, I feel very comfortable, but I don't want you to suffer like this."

"No... come on... try moving it... Mom's a little wet down there..."

So I started thrusting. "Mmm...mmm...Mom...I'm starting to feel something...ah...a little numb...but...ah...it feels good...ah...strange...son...your penis is inside Mom's ass...but...Mom's vagina...feels so good...ah..."

I thrust in and out, while simultaneously inserting my fingers into Mom's vagina and kneading her clitoris. "Ah...good...so beautiful...good son...this feeling...is so stimulating...God...God...Jun...Mom...both of Mom's vaginas...you've fucked them both...ah...ah...son...dear son...Mom's going crazy...you're so good...you're so good at fucking..."

After thrusting for a while, I suddenly pulled out and then inserted it into Mom's vagina again. "Ah... Jun... don't you like Mom's... new pussy...?"

"Mom... I love it to death... but you have two pussy now... I have to feed both... it's fair..."

"Ah... um... you really are my dear son... Mom loves you... dear mother loves dear son... no... no... it's dear mother's... pussy loves dear son's cock inside... ah... ah... so beautiful..."

My penis moved back and forth between the two pussy holes, sometimes inside the top, sometimes inside the bottom. I fucked Mom until she almost fainted. Finally, I thrust with all my might and ejaculated into Mom's vagina. "Ah... I'm coming... Mom gave it to you..."

Mom also reached orgasm at the same time. Our sex life, thanks to my mother's painstaking efforts in creating spice, has become increasingly sweet rather than tedious. Because of this careful adjustment, even when we go out together, nothing seems amiss. My mother often gives me special praise when we return, allowing me to have sex with her without needing to figure it out. We have no plans to elope and get married. Firstly, our tacit understanding prevents anyone from suspecting us. Secondly, my mother says that once we're married, we'll no longer be mother and son, but husband and wife. We both enjoy the thrill of incestuous sex, which defies societal norms. Therefore, having sex under the guise of mother and son is more exciting than a marital relationship. We both love this thrill, and we both have incestuous blood flowing through our veins.

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