The Extra-Long Underwear Romance - Chapters 1-19

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Chapter 1: First Encounter
. Opening the drawer in my room, I found it crammed full of all kinds of women's
underwear, less than 50 centimeters square. Hundreds of sexy pieces, enough to make any man's heart flutter, were neatly arranged in the drawer
. This was all my treasured collection accumulated over the years—my underwear kingdom.
I cared for my collection like a pet, and I knew the owner of each piece of underwear. Whenever
I played with them, it was as if I were entwined with their owners—how intoxicating!
The reason I developed such a deep connection with women's underwear dates back to when I was twelve years old. My
aunt, who had immigrated to the United States many years ago, returned to Taiwan to visit my mother and stayed at our home for more than half a month. My aunt had always been
the most beautiful in the family, and after many years, she had indeed become even more mature and stunningly beautiful.
I never imagined that I, a fifth-grade elementary school student, would have such inappropriate thoughts about my aunt! But despite my thoughts,
I was powerless to do anything about it. Just then, something on the back balcony caught my eye—my
aunt 's underwear.
Women's underwear is something you see on the back balcony every day; it's not a big deal. But in the past
, I'd only ever seen the underwear of the two women in my family—my mother and sister. My mother's underwear
was always simple, prioritizing comfort over style, and my sister, being younger, wore only girlish underwear,
nothing attractive. Because of this, I considered women's underwear just ordinary clothing. But after seeing my
aunt 's underwear, I was completely stunned.
Transparent, soft gauze, beautiful lace trim, and a sexy, open design—I wondered
what such underwear could possibly cover, yet it was exactly what my aunt wore every day!
And so, my aunt's underwear became my first collection. Even by today's standards,
her underwear at the time was quite avant-garde. And so, women's underwear plunged me into an
abyss from which I've been unable to escape ever since.
Among my collection, aside from a few pieces from my mother and sister (partly because the styles weren't very appealing,
and partly because I was afraid of attracting their attention, so I only occasionally played with them in the bathroom, or even used them for masturbation, but
didn't collect them), most came from my neighbor's apartment.
Whether it was coincidence or fate, because there was a private girls' college across the street from my house, the landlord rented the apartment to female students long-term. Because of this, a whole row of women's underwear could
almost always be seen on the back balcony . Of course, girls in their early twenties wouldn't wear overly sexy or revealing underwear, but occasionally, some stunning pieces would appear. I habitually peeked once I spotted my prey, I never missed. As a result, in just five years, I collected hundreds of sexy pieces of underwear. I can even vaguely remember the pure and lovely faces of their owners—they were truly irresistible! But the thing I least wanted to happen actually happened last month. The homeowner, desperate for money, sold the house. Looking at the drawer full of underwear, the thought of losing my supply naturally dampened my spirits. The new neighbors had moved in a week ago. My mother said it was a woman in her early forties and a boy of about fifteen or sixteen. Hearing this, my heart sank. A forty-year-old woman—wasn't she similar to my mother ? Looking at my mother, I could probably deduce the new neighbor's appearance and the style of underwear she wore. That day, I reluctantly went to the back balcony. Perhaps out of habit, I leaned over the iron railing, wanting to see what the new neighbor, that forty-year-old woman, was wearing—to see if it was any different from my mother's. Something unbelievable happened! Good heavens! These were…women's underwear! These were real underwear! I almost screamed with joy. Yes, the underwear I'd been waiting for finally reappeared. I'd always assumed a forty-year-old woman wore the same boring, unattractive underwear as my mother, but our new neighbor turned out to be a woman of exceptional taste. Black, purple, dark red, apple green—a riot of colors—corresponded to the lingerie hanging under the eaves, swaying in the breeze, and my spirits soared with it. For years, I'd thought my aunt's underwear was the epitome of style ; I never imagined such sexy, romantic, even risqué, underwear would appear on the back balcony of a forty-year-old woman's house. The owner of the underwear quickly piqued my interest. You know, underwear reflects the person, and the person reflects the underwear; if the two differ too much, the underwear loses its allure. So I wanted to meet her. Unexpectedly, it happened again—before I could even approach her, she came to my door. When I first saw her, it was hard to reconcile her with her sexy underwear. It wasn't because she was ugly; on the contrary, her beautiful face and tall figure were stunning. Although upon closer inspection, she wasn't as young as before, but the undeniable made her appear younger. The reason lay in her clothing. A noble and elegant dress gave her an air of unapproachability, a stark contrast to her lewd and sexy lingerie. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed those were her underwear! "Hello, young man, my surname is Zhang, your new neighbor, please take care of me." She was the Aunt Zhang I would later call "in public," and "godmother" in private! Chapter Two: Losing the Wind I didn't particularly like the title of "underwear thief." Although I was indeed a master underwear thief, in the five years I had been "committing crimes," I had never been caught. However, this myth was ultimately shattered. Ever since I first saw Aunt Zhang's underwear, I've been obsessed, spending all my time on the back balcony staring at the underwear she hung on the rack. I even meticulously recorded all her underwear, noting the pattern, color, and style of every bra, pantyhose, stockings, and sexy nightgown. This went on for a full month . After tallying it up, I discovered she had over thirty sets of various underwear, not including those she hadn't worn yet. Finally, I made up my mind to steal Aunt Zhang's first pair of panties, because of that purple silk-like...

The sexy panties were so tempting, they seemed to beckon me, beckoning, "Steal me, steal me!"
I successfully stole them.
That very day, I used these new panties to cover my penis and masturbated for a full three hours, ejaculating four or
five times. This was an experience I'd never had before, and it certainly demonstrated their irresistible allure!
Once is never enough. I usually don't steal from the same person repeatedly in a short period, as it
easily attracts attention. But Aunt Zhang's panties were just too alluring, making me feel like I was
addicted . So, I made my first mistake ever, stealing four pairs of her sexy panties.
Just as I was about to steal them for the fourth time, a woman's voice came from the next room.
"So it's you! I've been waiting for you for so long."
My scheme had been exposed, and I had to find a way to resolve it. Considering my young age, Aunt Zhang would probably forgive my
naiveté! With the panties I'd stolen from her balcony over the past few days, and a heart full of fear, I went to
her doorstep, ready to face merciless punishment… What if she doesn't accept my apology and insists on calling the police?
I might go to jail!! Oh my god!! What should I do?
Just as I hesitated at her door, the door opened from the inside.
"Why aren't you coming in? What are you doing outside?"
Aunt Zhang greeted me with a kind smile, inviting me inside. I was so scared that my legs went weak.
I didn't know if I would ever come out once I entered.
"I'm...I'm sorry...I shouldn't have...I was indecent...I..."
In my panic, tears welled up in my eyes. But then Aunt Zhang came out of the kitchen with hot tea and asked me to
have a drink with her. Was this my last meal? I stood there, watching the kind Aunt Zhang
fill cup, wondering what she was up to.
I placed the four pairs of underwear I had stolen on the coffee table, keeping my head down and not daring to look her in the eye.
"Drink it quickly, it won't taste good when it's cold."
"Aunt Zhang... these panties..."
She seemed to intentionally avoid mentioning the panties, but since four pairs were already on the table, I had no choice but to pick them
up .
"You like the panties I wear?"
I nodded.
"Besides these, I suppose you have other women's panties in your house,"
she said bluntly, and I had no choice but to agree.
"So you're a lingerie collector, looks like we're kindred spirits."
What? Did I hear that right? She actually said "we're kindred spirits"? Unable to contain my curiosity, I looked up at her for the first time.
"I finally don't have to look at your head when I talk to you."
"You said... we're kindred spirits... what do you mean by that?"
She picked up the purple panties in her hand and examined them carefully, her seriousness no less than mine, but
this was rare for a woman.
"These panties, I asked a friend to buy them for me in Paris, they're a designer piece! Don't let the lack of
fabric fool you, they cost me a fortune. And these black panties, I bought them from a boutique in Japan..."
Good heavens, it knew every single pair of panties like the back of its hand, even their origins! What
else be but a fellow enthusiast? No wonder it had so many underwear, and each one so alluring
; the allure of underwear is irresistible, even to women.
"Actually, I noticed when you stole my first pair of panties, but we're both enthusiasts, and I didn't want to make things difficult for
you. But think about it, I cherish my underwear like you cherish your collection. If I didn't
stop you, I'd suffer a huge loss."
"I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I won't do it again."
"By the way, what did you do with my panties after you stole them?"
Why did she suddenly ask such an embarrassing question? If I told her I used them to cover my penis and
masturbate , she'd kill me. Turning her head, she actually picked up the underwear, sniffed it, and
a strange smile appeared on her face.
"You little rascal, you actually used my underwear to masturbate!! Don't deny it, the underwear is covered in
the stench of your semen."
I was speechless and could only let her scold me, but she wasn't angry. Instead, she looked at me with a mischievous grin.
"Why are all you little boys like this? Even my son is no exception."
"What? Your son also... took yours... to..."
"Yeah."
I didn't expect that even Aunt Zhang's own son would be interested in her underwear. Great minds think alike.
"Although I don't want to make things difficult for you, I can't let this one go so easily."
"What do you want?"
"From now on, you're punished by coming to my house every day and keeping me company."
I couldn't believe my ears. What kind of punishment was this? It was practically a reward! What I didn't expect
was that she actually gave me all four pairs of underwear.
"Take it if you like! Consider it a small gift from me. Please take good care of me in the future."
And so, my first encounter with Aunt Zhang ended in an atmosphere of surprise and joy,
thus beginning our unbreakable bond.
Chapter Three: Godmother
A month passed, and I visited Aunt Zhang's house every day. She greeted me warmly, like a kind older sister next door
. It was unexpected that Aunt Zhang, also forty years old, was so different from my mother.
My mother was a typical middle-aged woman, while Aunt Zhang looked like a newlywed. Sometimes I even fantasized about
how wonderful it would be if Aunt Zhang were my mother! Thinking of this, I couldn't help but feel envious and jealous of Aunt Zhang's son.
She told me that her son was a year or two younger than me, but much taller. After moving here for
a few days, he went back to his school dormitory in the south for the start of the semester, so we hadn't seen each other. As for
why single, she didn't explain, and I was too embarrassed to ask.
Aunt Zhang was so kind and charming that I quickly fell into her trap of gentleness. Sometimes I even
ate dinner with her. She said that she and her son rarely saw each other, and that my company made her feel at home.
"Why don't I become your godson? Let me take care of you."
This sudden idea surprised her, but she readily agreed. The only
condition was that in private, we would address each other as mother and son, but in public, I could only call her Aunt Zhang.
"From now on, your godmother will treat you like her own son. I hope you will treat me like your
own . Don't be like my heartless son who left without a word..."
I didn't know why, but every time my godmother mentioned her son, her face showed
a mixture of joy and sadness.
"Don't worry, godmother, I will treat you ten times better than I would my own mother. If you don't mind,
I'll call you Mom from now on."
Perhaps she was emotional, because she hugged me tightly, repeatedly calling me "my good
son, my dear son, my sweet boy."
From then on, I had two homes. My mother had never cared much about me, but now I seemed to have found
my place. Sometimes I even thought that my godmother's home was my real home.
Perhaps my godmother only sought me out because she was lonely, but my feelings for her were much more complicated.
Because of her underwear, Aunt Zhang became my godmother. Although I genuinely treated her like my own mother
, whenever I saw her beautiful face, her graceful figure, and her undeniable femininity, an evil desire
would surge from the depths of my heart, difficult to suppress.
Every night, I could only relieve my unbearable urges by masturbating with the few pairs of underwear she gave me,
but I seriously doubted how long this could last.
Several times, I found several pairs of dirty underwear in my godmother's bathroom. For a man, this was practically a rare treasure. There
were even a few strands of my godmother's pubic hair stuck to the underwear, and the yellowish crotch emitted
a strong, fishy stench—was it urine or feces? I couldn't resist licking the secretions off the underwear and then sitting on the toilet
masturbating …
My godmother has already given me her most cherished underwear, so I have no reason to steal hers.
But the allure of underwear is like a bottomless abyss, never truly satisfied. Even if I stole all her
underwear , what then? Instead of stealing, why not... let her offer it to me herself...?
What a strange idea, but the more I think about it, the more reasonable it seems. But how?
I thought of her son.
I remembered her saying that her son had been using her underwear to masturbate since he was ten. But as a
mother , how could she tolerate her son using her underwear to masturbate for so many years? If I could
find out the reason, wouldn't I be able to do the same?
"Are you still using my underwear to masturbate?"
That night, she suddenly asked this embarrassing question, and I nodded.
"Mom, your underwear is so tempting. Even just looking at it can ignite a man's lust."
"So, you've had your eye on my body too!"
I didn't expect to get such a thing out of her with just one sentence, but my godmother's question seemed to have a hidden meaning.
"Why did you suddenly ask about this?"
"Nothing. I just suddenly realized that if it weren't for my underwear, I wouldn't have a son like
you . Come to think of it, I should really thank those old clothes."
"Mom... I have a favor to ask, but I don't know if I should say it."
"We're family now, there's nothing to be embarrassed about."
"I want to... see Mom's collection... Mom's underwear."
It was indeed a strange request, but my godmother didn't refuse and led me into her room.
I'd been in my godmother's room many times, and although I knew all her underwear was kept in each wardrobe, I'd never actually
seen it. Now that she'd made the request, my godmother couldn't refuse, even though showing her her son her
underwear was quite embarrassing.
My godmother opened the large sandalwood wardrobe by the window. It had twenty small drawers. She casually opened
one, revealing several bras and panties neatly folded into small balls. If each
drawer contained five sets of underwear, the wardrobe would hold hundreds of sets—
several times more than I had expected.
"It's all here. Take your time looking! Be careful not to mess it up."
Perhaps embarrassed, she turned and left after speaking. If I could look in a mirror
, I would see a pair of shining eyes and a grinning mouth. Good heavens, this is a treasure trove!!
Chapter Three: Confession
An hour later, I walked out of my godmother's room with a motherly smile. She was sitting on the sofa,
seemingly having waited for me for a long time.
"How about I didn't disappoint you?"
"More than that! It was an eye-opener!"
I exaggeratedly described my inner emotion, and my godmother listened with a smile. Her wardrobe was practically a
small lingerie museum, containing everything imaginable.
"It's so nice to be a woman, to be able to wear such beautiful lingerie and panties."
"What? This is the first time I've heard of this. However, I don't
love these lingeries because I like wearing sexy ones. Otherwise... no matter how beautiful or sexy lingerie is, it's just a piece of
clothing , no different from socks on your feet."
I knew my godmother's words had a hidden meaning, and she obviously had something she couldn't say, which was the secret I wanted to know.
"I don't understand. If you don't like it, why do you have so many underwear, and every single one is
so sexy and flashy, like my mom's underwear, not much better than a flour sack. Could it be
because of ... a man... your husband? Am I right?"
"Half right. But I have to tell you, I divorced a long time ago, I've been single for about
ten years now."
"The only man in your house... could it be...?"
"Stop guessing."
"You once said your son also uses your underwear to masturbate, could it be because...?"
"I said stop guessing! Godmother is a little tired and wants to rest, you should go home first."
"I'm sorry, Mom, I misspoke."
"I don't care about your business, I'll let you know the reason when I have the chance."
Sure enough, the reason was her son. A son masturbating with his mother's underwear, plus
a mother buying sexy underwear to provide her son with masturbation tools, what an interesting
picture !
Chapter Four: Happy Birthday!
My godmother's birthday is March 20th, the last day of Pisces. People born on this day possess...
Pisces' extremely emotional personality, coupled with a touch of Aries' impulsiveness, often leads to
unexpected actions. However, conversely, if someone makes a special move towards her, they can reap unexpected
rewards.
"Happy Birthday!"
My godmother was startled when she opened the door by my sudden birthday greeting. My unexpected
appearance at her door with a birthday cake and a mysterious little gift delighted her.
"Come to think of it, I've been celebrating my birthday alone for five years now. By the way, you little devil,
how did you know it was my birthday today?"
I scratched my head and had to confess that I had accidentally seen her ID card on the dressing table.
"Oh dear! Now you've discovered my age too, that's a woman's biggest secret!"
"Godmother, don't worry, you don't look like a forty-year-old woman at all..." My godmother tapped my head with her finger to shut me up, but even so, I could see that she was flattered by
my unexpected blessing.
She personally cooked a delicious meal and opened a bottle of red wine, saying it was to
make up for the past five years of celebrations all at once. We ate, drank, and chatted, and before we knew it, the bottle of wine
was gone.
"Oh, right, godmother, I have another gift for you. I went to great lengths to get this."
A beautifully packaged little box, almost weightless in my hand, was
opened , her face immediately lighting up with a mixture of joy and shyness.
"Although I know godmother wears designer clothes, my allowance can only afford this..."
My godmother held up a pair of bright red lace panties. The almost transparent panties only
had a blooming rose embroidered in red silk on the crotch area. I bought it from an adult mail order. Although it couldn't compare to my godmother's other panties in terms of style or quality, it would definitely look incredibly sexy
on her . "This is the best birthday present I've ever received!" Tears welled up in my godmother's eyes as she clutched the underwear tightly in her hands, unable to contain her emotions. "Godmother... are you alright? It's just a cheap pair of underwear..." "No, no, no, this is more precious than any designer brand." "Will you wear it often?" "Of course! I love it to death! I never knew you had such good taste; you truly are an underwear collector." My godmother hugged me tightly and planted a deep kiss on my forehead. I smelled the fragrance and scent of alcohol emanating from her, and suddenly my heart fluttered. Coupled with her deep kiss, I suddenly had the urge to kiss her. "Godmother...I...I...May I kiss you?" My godmother looked at me, her face slightly flushed with intoxication. Then, without saying a word, she closed her eyes, her lips slightly parted. Was she hinting at something? My heart was pounding, my palms were sweating, and my godmother was still holding me tightly. What should I do...? Suddenly, my godmother's moist, soft lips pressed against mine, then quickly pulled away. Although it was only a fleeting touch, it truly shocked my heart! My godmother had taken the initiative to kiss me! "Thank you! Thank you for everything you've done for me today." We sat on the large sofa in the living room, my slightly tipsy godmother nestled against my shoulder like a docile Persian cat . Although it wasn't the first time I'd been so close to my godmother, I felt unusually excited. "Want to hear your godmother tell a story?" "You mean...?" "My story. Haven't you always been curious?" "But every time I ask you about it, you get angry. Why are you telling me today?" "Because only today did I find my real son, and that person is you." "What? I'm getting more and more confused. What about your son?" "I don't know where he is. But the reason I moved here is actually to hide from him." "Hide from your own son?" "Isn't this a fascinating story?" And so, my godmother spent the entire evening telling me an unbelievable family tragedy . Chapter Five: The Birth of a Tragedy At seventeen, I gave birth to my son, Zizai. It was the result of a night of revelry with my boyfriend . But unfortunately, Zizai's father disappeared without a trace. My ex-husband was my high school classmate . He had secretly loved me during our school days. We met again at a class reunion. After learning about my experiences, he felt great sympathy for me, which moved me deeply. He proposed to me, and I married him without hesitation . After marriage, we did enjoy a very happy married life for a while. However, because we couldn't conceive, he began to feel resentful about our son's existence, and this resentment grew stronger over time . Ultimately, we divorced. At that time, our son was only five years old, while I was a woman without the ability to support myself. I had no choice but to leave him with my brother and become a flight attendant, traveling to various countries around the world. During this time, due to my work, I rarely contacted them. My brother and sister-in-law treated our son like their own, which reassured me. I even considered sending our son to my brother as an adopted child. But things didn't go as planned. My brother's business failed, leaving him with a large debt. Unable to support himself , he could no longer care for our son and asked me to take him back. That's when I quit my flight attendant job and returned to Taiwan . I didn't see my son for seven whole years. To my surprise, he was already in the first year of junior high school, tall and handsome, a spitting image of his father. Facing me, the mother who abandoned him when he was young, Zizai seemed very unfamiliar and shy. I rented an apartment and began to rebuild our mother-son relationship. For the first few months after our reunion, Zizai treated me like a stranger. After school, he would lock himself in his room until dinner time. I tried to communicate with him, but the situation didn't improve. Ultimately, this was my fault; how could I blame my son? This ambiguous relationship between us lasted for more than half a year. Until Mother's Day that year, when I came home from work, I unexpectedly found a gift on my bedside table…

A card and a bouquet of carnations—this unexpected gift was the turning point that broke the ice between my son and me.
In the card, Zizai revealed his feelings and thoughts over the past six months.
I initially thought he was angry with me for not fulfilling my responsibilities as a mother, but it turned out to be completely
different . I had been overthinking it; otherwise, our mother-son relationship could have been resolved six months ago.
"Mom, I don't know how to express my feelings to you. To me, you've always been
a stranger. When I learned that my mother was actually my aunt,
the shock was immense, and I couldn't accept it at first. But when I saw you, a strange feeling
told me that you are my real mother.
I didn't know how to call a stranger 'Mom,' so I was conflicted. I could only
hide my true feelings and avoid you every day. But I want to tell you, Mom, I love you."
And just like that, all the knots in my heart were untied. From then on, my son Zizai truly returned to my
side .
Time flies, and two years have passed. Zizai is already a young man. At sixteen, he's grown tall and
strong, which makes me very proud. For the past two years, Zizai has been my biggest pillar of support.
Just when I thought our happy days as mother and son were about to begin, a sudden accident
caused our relationship to change again.
Chapter Six: The Accident
At eight o'clock in the morning, after Zizai finished his class, I took the cleaning tools as usual and cleaned the whole house.
Zizai has always loved cleanliness; his room is always the tidiest spot in the house. I sat on
Zizai 's bed, looking around. The spotless room left me with no room to move. I happened to glance at
a photo on the bedside table. It was a picture of my son and me from our trip to the south last year. Zizai always praised
me for looking beautiful in the photo. Even though he's already a sixteen-year-old boy, he still insists on keeping the photo of us on
his bedside table, which deeply moved me.
Flipping through the photo album on the table, besides Zizai himself, it was filled with pictures of her. The thick album
contained not a single girl his age. I had asked Zizai about this before, and he
simply told me in his usual playful tone, "In my heart, no woman can compare to Mom.
Mom is the most beautiful and gentle goddess."
Looking at Zizai's handsome face in the album, and recalling his praise of me, a
knowing smile unconsciously crept onto my lips. I love Zizai more than anything, not only because he is
my own flesh and blood, but also because of his understanding nature, which always makes me feel like the happiest mother in the world.
Zizai is the most carefully crafted masterpiece of my life, and he seems to understand his mother's intentions perfectly, never letting
her down. Because of this, I can sacrifice everything for Zizai, do anything.
In the afternoon, the weather became unusually hot. Unfortunately, the only air conditioner in the house had broken down recently
. Living on the top floor, I couldn't bear the heat and decided to take a cold shower.
Sure enough, the cool water felt wonderful, and I, who had only intended to relax in the bathtub for a short while,
actually fell asleep in it.
A series of hurried footsteps rushed from the doorway to the bathroom, and the sound of the door opening startled me awake. I
opened my eyes to find Zizai standing naked in front of me. A moment later, I realized
I also lying naked in the bathtub. Worse still, I hadn't brought any clean underwear,
and could only cover my genitals and chest with my hands.
"I'm...I'm sorry...it's hot outside, I rushed home to shower, I didn't know..."
"No, it's my fault, I fell asleep in the bathtub without realizing it."
Mother and son looked at each other awkwardly, occasionally catching a glimpse of each other's naked bodies. Despite their close relationship, they
were both adults, and facing a mature, naked body, even between mother and son, made
them blush and their hearts race.
Zizai was about to leave the bathroom when I called to him.
"Do me a favor, go to my room and get some underwear for Mom to wear..."
Only then did Zizai realize that his mother hadn't even prepared any clothes. He went to his mother's room and opened her wardrobe. Colorful
panties and bras were neatly arranged before him. Not knowing which one to take, he closed his eyes and grabbed a pair of
panties and a bra, then ran to the bathroom.
He handed me the underwear through the crack in the door. I said thank you and closed the door again.
"Mom, are you alright? Why aren't you coming out?"
I sat on the edge of the bathtub in the bathroom, holding the underwear Zizai had just brought in, but I hesitated to put it on
. It turned out that in her haste, Zizai had grabbed a pair of panties he used to use when flirting with his boyfriend in the bedroom.
Pink sheer fabric, sexy lace trim, so small it barely covered anything. How could I walk out of
the But I couldn't stay in the bathroom forever either. This put her
in a dilemma, unable to decide what to do.
Hearing Zizai calling from outside the door, if I didn't go out soon, he might think something had happened to me and
rush in. The only option was to pretend to be calm and walk out.
The door opened, and I casually walked out wearing my sexy pink sheer panties, heading straight into the room
without . I had no idea how my son would react to this scene.
Yes, my mother emerging from the bathroom in a sexy outfit truly shocked Zizai outside the door. He stared
intently at my mother's sexy panties and her alluring figure, as if he were watching an
erotic film.
Entering the bathroom, Zizai gazed at the bathtub filled with the liquid that had soaked his mother's body all afternoon, and a wicked thought
suddenly crossed his mind: he jumped into the tub, soaking
himself in the liquid that had just bathed every inch of his mother's skin. He longed to smell the lingering scent of his mother's body, to remember how every drop of this water
had so intimately flowed over her cheeks, her breasts, and her genitals. He wanted to use this water
to make the closest possible contact with his mother's body.
Finally, he masturbated in the bathtub and ejaculated in the very water where he had once had intimate contact with her…
Zizai told me about this later.
Recalling that embarrassing scene, I felt utterly ashamed; it made me feel so ashamed in front of my child.
How could she still hold her head up? But after calming herself down, she thought, "I am Zizai's mother. Isn't Zizai's body also
flesh and blood given to me by me? Why should I blush at seeing his private parts? Besides, why should I
feel ashamed for letting my son see me wearing sexy underwear?"
Thinking of this, she couldn't help but smile at herself in the mirror. Looking at her graceful figure, she
didn't look like the mother of a sixteen-year-old boy at all. It was Zizai, not herself, who should be blushing.
At the dinner table, mother and son tried to avoid each other's gaze, just eating with their heads down.
They were like children who had done something wrong, and any glance could expose their embarrassing moments.
Although the days passed one by one, the accident that happened that afternoon was
not forgotten. On the contrary, it spread quietly through our bodies like a virus.
Everything seemed to have returned to normal. As usual, after Zizai left, I cleaned the house again—
something I'd done for over two years, so much so that I could do it with my eyes closed. But today was
different. She accidentally found a woman's panty under Zizai's pillow.
Pink gauze, sexy lace trim—I recognized it immediately as
the panty that had made me look like a slut in front of my son that afternoon. How it ended up under Zizai's pillow, I had no
idea. Examining the panty closely, I found it covered in stains of filth, emitting a
foul odor. As a grown woman, I was certain that Zizai had
been his own panty.
This conclusion shocked me. My usually cheerful Zizai was using his own panty to masturbate—a
sight I'd never imagined.
Thinking back, since that incident that afternoon, Zizai had indeed been
behaving strangely. Although he tried to appear natural, he couldn't escape my notice as his mother. This
explains why I've been feeling like someone's spying on me while I shower lately. I initially thought I was being overly sensitive
, but there's no one else at home except for Zizai. She called out several times, but there was still silence outside.
So, I decided to investigate my wild guess.
After dinner, I went into the bathroom to shower, pretending the door was accidentally
left open , leaving a tiny crack for peeping.
While showering, I deliberately turned my back to the crack, but placed a small mirror in front of me so I could clearly
see who was spying. Sure enough, soon after, I saw a figure moving outside. It was
none other than Zizai.
Zizai has fallen for me, not just as a son's love for his mother, but also as a man's
infatuation with a mature and alluring woman. In Zizai's mind, I've transcended
the role and become the object of his fantasies.
Learning the truth didn't bring relief; on the contrary, it made me feel even heavier. I
love Zizai more than myself. I would give everything for my son without complaint, but I never thought that this
would include my own body.
That night, I couldn't sleep. All I could think about was Zizai playing with my underwear and
masturbating. Strangely enough, I wasn't angry at all; I was even a little excited
. At that moment, my hands seemed to have a mind of their own, involuntarily sliding into my underwear... When I came to my senses, I
found that my underwear was already soaked...
Chapter Seven: Troubled by Love
I originally thought that my godmother's story was a boring and dull memory, but unexpectedly, I unearthed a
secret mother-son relationship. The plot became more and more suspenseful and somewhat taboo, but my godmother always
glossed over it briefly at crucial moments. Even so, it made my heart itch. Not to mention her son Zizai, even if it
were me, facing this beautiful and graceful mother every day, it would be hard not to do something inappropriate.
My godmother paused for a while, seemingly embarrassed by the unfolding story, so she
hesitated to speak . Being a considerate man, although I wanted to hear the whole story, I stopped her.
Sure enough, she was deeply moved by my gesture, which reminded me of her beloved son, Zizai. She
nestled tightly in my arms, wanting me to hold her close, because she intended to finish the story, and
what followed might excite her…
And so, the story of incest between a mother and son began to unfold from my godmother's lips.
Since discovering Zizai's love for his mother, my godmother had become somewhat uneasy. Reason told
her she should talk things out with Zizai to prevent him from sinking deeper, but her selfish soul thought
otherwise Her son's infatuation was a good thing; this way, she could completely possess him and
never have to worry about him being seduced by a young, beautiful girl and losing her precious child.
Although the godmother harbored her own agenda, Zizai wanted more than just emotional love; he also had
physical sexual needs. The godmother was fully aware of this, but she couldn't let go of the irreconcilable
bond between mother and son. She was prepared to sacrifice everything for Zizai, but she didn't want to implicate her son in incest
. In this helpless situation, the godmother could only try her best to satisfy Zizai's desires,
providing him with any material he could use for sexual fantasies to hold onto his heart.
With this naive idea in mind, the godmother began to
go to beauty, coupled with a sexy figure, her innocent attire already captivated
countless men, let alone her alluring outfits.
The godmother's skirts grew shorter and shorter, her clothes became increasingly revealing and flamboyant, even her pajamas were as thin as
gauze , and her underwear was the epitome of provocation—transparent, short, sexy, and alluring styles of form-fitting
lingerie filled her wardrobe in just a few weeks, all to attract Zizai's attention and provide him
with more and more stimulating masturbation tools.
Sure enough, under the godmother's skillful arrangement, Zizai was gradually falling into her pink trap
. The godmother noticed that the clean underwear she deliberately left in the bathroom after showering would mysteriously disappear,
only to reappear a few days later. During those days of disappearance, the godmother could almost imagine Zizai sniffing her…
He was licking the secretions left on his underwear, masturbating with unrestrained pleasure. Strangely enough,
whenever she thought of this, the godmother would become unusually excited, even feeling the urge to masturbate. Her heart would flutter with desire, and
she would want to rush to Zizai right then and there, spread her legs, and shout to him, "Come on! My good son, if you want to
lick, lick my pussy directly. What's the fun in licking a piece of cloth?" But how could a mother say such a thing to her son
?
Just as the godmother had predicted, Zizai was already deeply trapped in the snare his mother had intentionally or unintentionally laid, and he couldn't
extricate himself. Ever since the first time he masturbated with his mother's sexy underwear, Zizai had been intoxicated by this
fantasy game of sex and love. Knowing full well that using his mother as the object of sexual fantasy was a despicable and vulgar act, and that stealing her
underwear to use as a masturbation tool made him even more uneasy, the taboo nature of things only fueled his
deepest desires. Sometimes, he would even use his mother's underwear to cover his penis while masturbating, imagining that what covered his penis
wasn't just a piece of cloth, but his mother's soft, moist vagina...
Immersed in this forbidden game, Zizai seemed unaware that it all came so easily.
He could always get his mother's freshly changed underwear from the bathroom, and the balcony was always adorned with flashy and sexy
bras, stockings, and panties. Whenever he showed any sign of wanting to peep, his mother
would unintentionally cross her legs, revealing everything beneath her tight skirt to him without any cover.
But all of this came too easily, and the clever Zizai couldn't help but feel suspicious. Why would his naturally clean mother
carelessly toss her most intimate underwear in the bathroom? Why would her, so dignified and refined, dress so revealingly
? What made him even more suspicious was that his mother had become completely unprotected to him. Not only did
she she also napped in just a cool shirt and underwear, sprawled out on the living room sofa, giving him ample
time to feast his eyes on her body.
To verify his suspicions, Zizai decided to take a daring step.
In the past, Zizai had only used his mother's body and clothing as tools for his fantasies, and all
his intrusions were limited to visual. If it was just his imagination, his mother wouldn't feel anything. But if his
mother was already aware of and condoned his disrespect and intrusions, then he could certainly
extend the intrusion to physical contact.
At two in the morning, Zizai tiptoed into his godmother's room. His godmother was sleeping on her side. After confirming
she was fast asleep, Zizai gently lifted the hem of her nightgown. Although only faint
moonlight filtered into the room, his godmother's two shapely, long legs immediately captivated him. He couldn't resist tracing
the lines of her legs upwards, his hand reaching into the sensitive inner thigh. His godmother's body trembled slightly, and Zizai
quickly withdrew his hand. Seeing that she seemed unaffected, he reached out to touch her full breasts. His godmother
had taken off , and her soft, elastic breasts seemed to possess a magical power, instantly drawing his hand to them. Zizai
boldly pinched one lightly, then gently teased the slightly protruding nipple with his fingertips. The feeling was unlike anything he had ever experienced
. He wanted to roar with excitement, even to tear open the inconvenient nightgown and devour his godmother's
breasts ...
As dawn broke, the godmother sat on the edge of the bed, stroking the semen that Zizai had ejaculated on her thigh. Her thoughts
were somewhat chaotic. She had naively thought that a few pairs of underwear and a bit of voyeurism could solve this
thorny problem, but who knew that young people's desires were bottomless? Once they could get what they wanted easily, they wanted
more! She woke up in the dark to find a trembling hand caressing her breasts. Looking closer,
she realized it was Zizai.
Although the room was so dark, as a mother, she could feel
the hunger emanating from her son. He wanted to devour her body like a hungry wolf, but the godmother couldn't stop him, nor did she want to .
She had to pretend to be fast asleep
as much as possible , letting Zizai do as he pleased. She squinted,
looking at
Zizai My God! How much he longed to possess her body, yet he could only suppress
the rising
lust in his heart, tentatively reaching out his invasive tentacles, lightly touching that forbidden place that had been taboo for more than ten years...
If she could, the godmother would have undressed for Zizai, allowing him to freely enjoy her body. But she
suppressed
her urges, passively accepting any violation from Zizai. Finally, Zizai pulled out
his penis and masturbated,
a stream of scalding semen spraying onto her thighs...
The godmother never expected that Zizai would do such a thing. Wasn't he afraid of waking
her ?
He even ejaculated on her leg in front of her. Could this be a hint?
But
what does it represent? Has Zizai discovered her clever arrangement? Yes, it must be.
But the relationship between the mother and son is so ambiguous that neither dares to confess first. Perhaps if
one of them were to open up about their feelings first, the situation would change dramatically. But
who should speak first? She was quite certain that the mother and son loved each other, but how could she, as a mother, confess to her son about this unblessed, twisted love, this
relationship that has been severely taboo for thousands of years? Perhaps her son
just wanted some sexual comfort from her, and his mother was the easiest and most convenient object for him to use.
Many teenagers have the experience of masturbating with the women's underwear in their homes. Perhaps Zizai was one of them. If
she confessed the wrong thing, it would not only ruin her reputation but also brand her as a harlot.
One "maybe" after another kept the godmother tossing and turning, unable to sleep. Zizai's sudden probing had indeed disrupted
her naive plan.
Chapter Eight: The Bond Between Mother and Son.
Summer had entered its hottest phase, and people seemed to be infected by the summer's atmosphere, causing their moods to fluctuate
.
Late at night, Zizai was reading at his desk, taking advantage of the cool evening air. His godmother, wearing a light nightgown,
came to his side. Zizai turned his head and suddenly saw his mother's alluring body, barely concealed
, causing him to blush and his heart to race. His godmother placed her hands on his shoulders and gently massaged him. This tender gesture from his mother was originally a heartwarming...
It was nothing, but in Zizai's eyes, it all became the prelude to flirting. Yes, his mother was teasing him with her body
; her transparent nightgown, and the sexy bra and panties underneath, were the best proof. Zizai was almost
certain that his mother had come prepared this time. Was it a concrete reaction to his previous probing?
Suddenly, his mother's hands slowly slid down his neck, gently embracing him. Zizai's
body jolted as if struck by lightning. Then, he felt his mother's soft breasts pressed
tightly against his back, gently kneading and rubbing. He could even hear his mother's heartbeat, as
strong as his own!
Then, the room fell into a deathly silence; mother and son stood motionless like stiff wax figures.
Like a volcano erupting suddenly, Zizai abruptly turned and pushed his mother onto the bed. He
pounced on , ready to devour his uninvited prey. But his mother, lying paralyzed on the bed, remained remarkably calm, as if
she had already foreseen her misfortune, or perhaps it was all a trap, and his mother was the tempting bait
that drew him in headfirst.
Zizai used his strong arms to pin down his frail mother. His godmother, panting and trembling, stared wide-
eyed at her agitated son.
"Zizai... don't do this... let go of Mommy."
Zizai seemed not to hear a word, instead kissing his mother's neck and cheeks passionately. At the same time, his hands
became more subdued, lifting his mother's barely-there nightgown and roaming wantonly over her
breasts and private parts.
Despite his godmother's constant murmurs urging him to let go, her shy tone sounded like
provocative words to him. He, in turn, became even more unrestrained, indulging his desires and violating his mother's every whim.
"Mom...I love you...Let me love you properly..."
"Zizai...Mom loves you too...but...is this really okay?"
"Heaven knows, earth knows, you know, I know. As long as we don't tell, who will know?"
At this moment, humanity's most primal desires were testing this mother and son. Zizai was absolutely right. As long as
the two of them kept their mouths shut, who would have thought that this widowed mother and son would commit incest?
Zizai's actions became increasingly outrageous. His godmother's pajamas had long since been thrown away, and her bra had been unhooked
. Her two full breasts were now in Zizai's hands, being played with. A mischievous mouth and a naughty
tongue were licking her nipples. His godmother's nipples were already erect with excitement, and her lower body was already overflowing with lustful fluids. Even
the last line of defense had been unknowingly pulled down to her knees by Zizai.

"Is this alright...? We're mother and son..."
"Can't mother and son love each other?"
"Mother and son can love each other, but...can we commit incest?"
Suddenly, a strong sense of morality surged into the godmother's heart. She felt she was doing something
unforgivable , a mother leading her son down the path of incest. She resolutely pushed Zizai away,
ran naked out of the room, leaving a bewildered Zizai sitting helplessly on the bed.
She had acted on her own initiative, but in the end, she was defeated by her conscience. Is morality really that
important? Incest between mother and son has existed throughout history and across cultures. Isn't it just a manifestation of human nature?
Since it's a deep-seated human desire, why impose moral codes to suppress the expression of true feelings? Just because they are
mother and son, facing a flesh and blood born of herself, why prevent him from entering her body again?
In the following days, the mother and son acted like strangers, even deliberately avoiding each other's gaze when they met. The previously quiet Zizai
became very silent, always locking himself in his room alone.
Despite her best efforts to salvage the nearly irreparable rift between mother and son, Zizai remained unmoved
. The godmother kept wondering if she had truly done something wrong. To satisfy her son's sexual fantasies, she was willing
to dress like a harlot; to provide him with easier outlets for his sexual desires, she bought an entire wardrobe of sexy clothes
; to make it easier for him to peek, she even laid bare her private parts before him; all
because she refused to condemn her son to incest, she was utterly discarded, not even deigning to look at him. Had she
really done something wrong?
As the days passed, the relationship between the godmother and Zizai deteriorated further, and the anguish in the godmother's heart
tormented her daily like an invisible shackle, causing the once radiant young woman to age considerably.
In truth, even the godmother didn't understand why she had reacted so strongly that night. If she
had simply hardened her heart , closed her eyes, and let her body and soul roam free, temporarily setting aside morality
, she could have avoided worrying about incest once everything was settled. Perhaps it was just a temporary decision, but she still chose to
back down gracefully.
After showering, the godmother wandered around the house thoughtfully. When she came to her senses,
she found herself standing outside Zizai's bedroom door. The door was latched, but a faint
light shone from inside. The godmother knew Zizai was still awake, but she didn't know what he was doing—reading, daydreaming, or perhaps still occasionally
taking out her sexy underwear to masturbate. Had Zizai lost interest in her, or had the previous incident
robbed him of his confidence in loving her?
She gently turned the handle and pushed the door open.
Zizai seemed somewhat surprised to see his mother enter his room again, but before understanding her purpose for coming tonight
, he chose to remain silent.
"Zizai, Mom wants to talk to you."
"What's there to talk about?" Zizai turned his back, looking somewhat impatient.
"Last time, Mom didn't mean to push you away, but...you know my difficulties."
"You have difficulties, but don't I? We're mother and son, but so what? Aren't I
a man , and aren't you a woman?"
"That's true, but Mom doesn't want to put you in the wrong position of incest."
Zizai turned around and grabbed his mother's hands, shouting excitedly, "I don't mind! I don't care about
incest like that, I only know I love you! I want you!"
His godmother turned her head away, two streams of tears flowing down her cheeks. Hearing her son's heartfelt confession,
she felt a pang of sadness, as if blaming herself for her past rejection.
"Zizai...my darling...my good baby, Mom loves you too..."
"Mom...you know how hard it is for me to love you...Since I came back to your side, I can only..."
"I've been secretly in love with you. Haven't you ever noticed that I've never had any girlfriends,
not even given them a second glance? It's all because of you! My heart is completely filled with you, so there
's no room for any other girl. Don't you feel anything at all?"
The bolder Zizai's confession, the more guilty his godmother felt. Her son loved her so deeply
; couldn't she treat him the same way?
"It's not that I don't understand. Everything I've done is for you! Haven't you noticed that I've
almost become a different person lately? To satisfy your desires, I even dress like a slut every day.
Can you say I don't feel anything?"
At this moment, the mother and son were like adversaries facing off in court, telling each other
all . After a heartfelt exchange, they gradually understood
the sacrifices the other had made for them. It turned out that all the problems stemmed from two words: "morality."
Incest has been taboo since ancient times, yet the more taboo something is, the more
attractive . People willingly break this taboo, is it merely for momentary desire? Only
those involved truly understand this question.
The godmother and her son, Zizai, are facing the biggest decision of their lives. They have the motive for incest, and they also have
sufficient reasons to support their incestuous relationship. They love each other, transcending the limitations of age, and now they
must transcend morality and ethics, because they firmly believe that love is the most irresistible reason, even though they are mother and son
by , and even though they know this relationship is destined to be cursed.
Mother and son sit facing each other on the bed, hands clasped together. Tears well up in Zizai's eyes, while the godmother is already
sobbing uncontrollably .
"Mom, I've said everything I need to say. What are you going to do?"

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