Mom is a prostitute

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My mother was a prostitute a year ago, and even now, the memory makes me erect, so much so that
I can't continue writing this article.

Taking advantage of my vacation at home, I finished this article with my mother in a state of sensual passion, for those who share this sentiment.likeOkay, let's have some fun together
.

To keep the story going, let's go back to that sweltering summer a year ago! My
hometown is in a small county town. My mother's name is Su Meilun, and she's 40 years old this year. When she was young, she was a dancer in a
military arts troupe . She danced very well and was

known as the "Military Flower." Later, she transferred back to her hometown and quickly became the deputy head of the county theater troupe.

My mother is not only very beautiful, but she also has a great figure. She takes great care of herself. She's 165cm
tall and weighs 53kg, slender yet curvy, a classic S-shaped figure.

She's usually very busy with work, sometimes coming home very late. Even when she's resting at home, she
often .

Sometimes I wonder how a small theater troupe can have so much work to do. My mother, as the deputy head, must be working so hard
.

However, for a high school student like me, my job is simply to go to school, come home, eat well, dress
warmly, and have fun. I don't need to worry about the adults' affairs.

Of course, the premise is that my studies must keep up, but I'm not worried about that, because my grades have always been good
.

My father was an officer in the military's cultural troupe, and he and my mother were comrades-in-arms and colleagues. They married very early
and had me very early as well.

My father was very talented and someone I greatly admired. Unfortunately, fate was cruel; when I was just starting elementary school,
he died in the line of duty during a disaster relief operation.

My mother was heartbroken and didn't want to stay working in the military cultural troupe anymore; she wanted to leave that place of sorrow immediately.

The leaders in the military understood my mother's feelings and agreed to let her transfer to civilian work.
They also arranged a job for her in a county theater troupe and gave her a large sum of money in compensation, enough for our needs as a widow and orphan.

Although my father passed away early, my mother has never planned to remarry over the years. She hasn't even
had a boyfriend; she's devoted herself entirely to her work and rarely socializes with friends. I know that my mother did
all of this for me.

Therefore, growing up to be like my father and taking good care of my mother has become my biggest ideal.

My mother cares about me a lot, but outsiders can't tell because she's so busy with work.

Because of her work, my mother is often away from home, and my meals are mostly irregular. I've long been used to this
and can understand it, after all, my comfortable life is all thanks to my mother.

After entering high school, to avoid causing my mother too much trouble, I volunteered to live at school. This solved the problems of going to school and
eating , and saved my mother from having to take care of me after work.

My mother agreed to my suggestion and praised me for growing up and becoming sensible.

On my seventeenth birthday, I finally got my own computer, a Founder brand one at that
. Although my mother said it was for me and told me to study hard and not go to internet cafes all the time, I always felt
that she bought the computer for herself. Because of living at school, my mother didn't allow me to bring the computer to the school dormitory
; I could only play on it when I came home on weekends.

My mother said she did this to prevent me from becoming addicted to the internet. I suspect this is a three-pronged plan: first,
to let me focus on my studies; second, to let me come home on time on weekends; and third, because my mother is also an internet addict
. Single life is lonely, and browsing the internet after a busy work schedule is a way to relax.

On Thursday afternoon, the school gave a last-minute notice that the weekend holiday would be moved to Friday, which is tomorrow.

Since the final exams are just over a month away, the education commission leaders organized a meeting for all teachers to review
and arrange work.

Upon hearing this news, I just wanted school to end quickly so I could rush home and try out my new computer
;

I was practically impatient. The afternoon felt incredibly long. Finally, the school bell rang, and I
dashed out of the classroom as fast as I could, hailed a taxi at the school gate, and headed straight for my computer.

The taxi stopped at the entrance of my apartment complex. Perhaps because I had run so fast, coupled with the high temperature, my
throat was parched. After getting out of the taxi, I ran into the supermarket across the street, bought a bottle of ice-cold mineral water, and gulped it down in front of
the air conditioner .

Just then, through the window, I saw a woman in a white dress walking out of the complex. She had
long, flowing hair, wore silver high-heeled sandals, and carried a light blue handbag; she looked refreshingly charming
.

"Isn't that Mom? She should be resting at home right now, why is she going out?"

Although the supermarket is just across the street from my apartment complex, I could see it clearly—it was Mom. I just didn't
understand why she was going out at this time. I thought about it for a moment and quickly realized.

"Mom must have something going on at work, she has to go out and work overtime again. Sigh, Mom is so hard-working."

Watching Mom leave the complex, her steps were hurried, it seemed like she had something urgent to deal with.

"Her workplace is so far from home, and it's so hot, why doesn't Mom take a taxi? Even if she wants to save money, she doesn't have to do
this."

I thought to myself as I walked out of the supermarket and watched Mom turn the corner.

When I got home, the first thing I did was, of course, play on the computer. Otherwise,
why ? Although I don't have many opportunities to go online at home, only one day a week, at my request, the computer
is still in my room so I can secretly play all night. Actually, I had a plan, hehe.

"Huh? The monitor's still warm. Looks like Mom was still playing on the computer before she left. Her internet addiction isn't any less than mine.
Hehe, I caught her red-handed. If Mom limits my internet time, I'll have something to say."

That's what I was thinking.

I played on the personal computer at home for a while, but the novelty quickly wore off. After all, I'm just
a kid ; everything only lasts three minutes.

I wandered aimlessly online until evening, when it gradually got dark. Mom still hadn't
come home . I was just about to make do with instant noodles when my phone suddenly rang. A call challenging me to a CS game
jolted me awake.

"Xiao Jun, where have you been? I've been looking for you since school. Come out, let's go on a killing spree!"

The caller was Guo Dong, my classmate. He was the first friend I made in high school, and now
we're best friends, we can talk about anything.

"Okay, I'll be right there after I eat."

"You'd rather skip a meal than miss CS? Have some anti-terrorism spirit, okay? Come on over, I'll treat you to instant noodles,
see you at the usual place."

Guodong hung up the phone as soon as he finished speaking.

The usual place Guodong mentioned was actually an

internet cafe called "Superman." I suggested the owner

change "Superman" to "Shocking Man" (meaning

outrageous), because I'd never seen such a run-down internet cafe. The computers were old machines from years ago,
the chairs were dirty and worn, like they'd been bought cheaply from a junk market, the internet speed was terribly slow, there was no air conditioning, no
manager, no webcam—it was practically a three-no internet cafe.

This internet cafe was very close to my house, only a ten-minute walk away. It used to be the only internet cafe in the area,
so business was decent. But since a large, luxurious internet cafe opened next door last year, it's
hardly . Yet Guodong seemed particularly fond of it; it seems he has the potential to develop into a masochist.

There were about a dozen people surfing the internet in the cafe. I spotted Guodong immediately; he was already
playing before I arrived.

"Why are you so late? Hurry up and get on the computer,"

Guodong said, beckoning me to join his team.

I pulled up a chair next to him and said, "I only came because you treated me to instant noodles. Even elites
can't fight terrorism on an empty stomach."

Guodong said, "I have bread and cola here. Just make do with this. I'll definitely treat you to a good meal another day.
"

I fell for his trick. Bread it is, I was starving anyway, so
anything delicious. After drinking a big bottle of cola, I joined the battle.

The internet cafe was unbearably hot and humid in the summer heat. The smell of sweat and cigarette smoke filled everyone's nostrils. In front of the computer screen
, I dodged and weaved, leaping and bounding, facing imaginary enemies, avoiding danger time and again, and
eliminating one after another. But even heroes are made of flesh and blood. After several hours of frenzied gaming, my eyes blurred, my hands
stiffened, and I had no choice but to gloriously withdraw from the battle.

I checked the time on my phone; it was almost midnight.
I hadn't felt anything while engrossed in the game, but now I suddenly felt an urgent need to urinate, probably from drinking too much cola.

"Excuse me, where's the restroom?"

I saw the internet cafe owner leaning against the counter, squinting, half-asleep, and saying, "Upstairs.
"

Looking at his listless appearance, as if he hadn't slept in ages, he had no energy at all. No wonder
the internet cafe 's business was so bad.

Upstairs were the so-called internet cafe private rooms. Although called private rooms, they were really just a few
small rooms . Each room only had two computers, two office chairs, and a wall fan. The conditions
weren't much better than downstairs, especially in the summer when they were stuffy and hot. Nobody wanted to suffer like that, so
the main lights weren't turned on at night.

The stairs were high and steep. Feeling dizzy, I slowly climbed up, holding onto the handrail. I'm naturally afraid of heights, and I was
terrified of falling.

The toilet was near the bottom of the stairs. Dim light shone through the crack in the door, flickering and making me
drowsy .

"I have to climb mountains just to pee. This lousy place, I'm never coming back,"

I thought to myself as I urinated. That pee took me a long time.

Just as I finished fastening my belt and was about to go downstairs, a faint sound caught my attention.

I looked towards the source of the sound and saw a light coming from the innermost booth, number 5. It was
the light from a computer screen. Then I heard a series of faint moans, as if coming from cheap speakers.

Someone was watching porn in the booth. My curiosity was piqued, and I quietly went over to get a better look.

These small booths usually didn't have doors, just a curtain hanging at the entrance. When the wall-mounted fan blew in, the lower
half of the curtain would be lifted up by the wind.

I bent down and peeked into the booth. I saw a middle-aged woman and a young man having sex on the computer screen
, and the moans were coming from there.

That wasn't the worst part. What truly shocked me was the sight of a pair of slightly parted thighs on the computer desk. They
belonged to a woman wearing black high heels and lace stockings. The black lace panties were incredibly tight,
barely covering anything; I could clearly see her slightly protruding mons pubis and pubic hair. Further up,
the curtain obscured the view.

"Who is this woman? What is she doing? Is she masturbating?"

I suddenly tensed up, a sense of unease creeping into my mind, accompanied by a strong...StimulateA surge of sensation coursed through my body, including
my penis. I immediately hid in the opposite private room to avoid being discovered by the woman and to continue spying on her
every move .

At that moment, I vaguely saw a man's hand emerge from behind the curtain, reaching inside the woman's panties and stroking
her pubic hair. Then, the woman's sexy panties were pulled down to her knees, exposing her vulva completely
. The woman took off her panties and threw them on the computer desk, spreading her legs wider in response. The light,
curly black hair clung to her slightly raised vulva, her labia slightly parted.

The man's hand moved again, continuing to stroke her, then his middle finger slowly inserted into her vagina, hooking it and
rhythmically thrusting upwards. Vaginal secretions soaked the seat cushion beneath her, lubricating the man's hand
. The woman began to moan softly, but not loudly.

The man's hand moved faster and faster, and the woman's moans quickened, but the volume remained low;
she dared not speak loudly, afraid of disturbing the people downstairs.

Watching this erotic and stimulating live sex show unfold before me, I, a virgin, couldn't control my excitement; my body
trembled slightly.

Suddenly, the man's hand lifted her vulva without moving, lifting her entire buttocks off the chair.
She finally couldn't help but

let out two loud "Ah... um..." cries, followed by obvious moans.

His hand left, and her vulva rhythmically twitched, more fluid gushing from her vagina.

A jet of water shot high from her dilated vulva, soaking her entire lower body; a few drops even splashed
onto the computer screen in front of her. She had lost control of her bladder.

The woman fell silent, seemingly paralyzed.

It didn't seem to be over yet. The man's hand, holding an ice pop, inserted it into her vagina. The woman squeezed her legs together,
crying out, "Ah... no!"

"Why does that sound a bit like Mom's voice?"

My heart suddenly skipped a beat. The voice did sound like Mom's, but it couldn't be, because the clothes were wrong.

I had seen Mom wearing a white dress and silver sandals when she went out, and...StockingsIt was
flesh-colored, completely different from what the woman was wearing.

"How could I associate this woman with my mother? I'm so stupid. My mother is the most
sacred , my goddess. Such suspicion is a desecration of her."

I scolded myself, telling myself to stop thinking nonsense and just keep watching.

When I came to my senses, the popsicle had been replaced by a penis. The woman's legs were pressed against her chest, and the penis's
in-and-out motion caused her labia to move in and 　　out . The penis twitched, the labia turned out, the penis inserted, the labia were squeezed in,
making "plop...plop..."

sounds.

A 　　few minutes later, the penis suddenly stopped; it seemed he had ejaculated, and then slowly withdrew from her vagina. 　　"Mom, I came. You go out first, I'll clean up and come back later." 　　This was the first thing they said during the whole process; the voice sounded very young. 　　The woman gasped for breath and sat up. "Good boy, your big cock is amazing, it feels so good fucking Mommy ." 　　I overheard their conversation, my mind reeling. "He calls her Mommy, she calls him son... Could it be ... could they be mother and son? Yes, that's right, they're committing incest!" 　　My blood boiled, and I trembled even more violently. It was unbelievable. I'd only seen incestuous scenes between mother and son in porn, and now it was happening right in front of me. It was insane, so thrilling. 　　The woman stood up, put on her underwear, took a black mini-skirt from her son, put it on, and went downstairs. 　　I really wanted to see the woman's face, to see if it was as alluring as her body, but I was afraid she'd find out . If I was caught peeping, it wouldn't be a joke. 　　While I hesitated, the woman had already gone downstairs, and her son had packed his things and followed her out. 　　I heard the footsteps fading away, then gently lifted the curtain and clearly saw a boy hurrying down the stairs. Although I only saw his profile, I was sure he was about my age, around sixteen or seventeen . 　　"How could he do this with his mother? How did they start? Why didn't they do it at home, but instead came to this internet cafe? Probably to avoid his father finding out, or maybe to seek thrills ." 　　I was sitting in the private room, lost in thought, when suddenly I heard Guodong shouting from downstairs, "Xiaojun , why aren't you coming down? Did you fall in? I'm coming to save you!" 　　He shouted as he came up from downstairs. 　　I quickly suppressed my fantasies, trying to act naturally, as if nothing had happened and I hadn't seen anything , and left the private room to walk downstairs. 　　I bumped into Guodong just as I reached the top of the stairs. 　　"Xiao Jun, why did it take you so long to come down? Are you constipated? If you hadn't come out soon, I was going to rush in and rescue you." 　　Guo Dong joked with me, but I couldn't laugh. I was still a little nervous, like I had done something wrong. I told him, "Oh, my stomach wasn't feeling well, so it took me a while." 　　Seeing my nervous expression, Guo Dong asked me mysteriously, "Did you see anyone upstairs just now ?" 　　"Oh no, did he find out I was peeping?" 　　I forced a smile, pretending to be calm, and said, "No, I was in the bathroom the whole time, I didn't see anyone ." 　　"Sigh, too bad you didn't get to see such a beautiful slut. What a pity, what a pity ." 　　Guo Dong patted my shoulder, looking sympathetic, clearly trying to whet my appetite. 　　"What slut? Explain yourself." 　　Of course, I knew he was talking about the woman in the private room just now. I pretended to be interested, just not wanting to arouse his suspicion. 　　Guodong said, "I was playing downstairs just now when I saw a really beautiful and sexy auntie come down from upstairs. Unfortunately, she left quickly, and I didn't get a good look at her." 　　Guodong began describing the woman's figure and appearance, especially her sexy and revealing clothes, describing every detail meticulously. 　　From Guodong's lustful eyes and the way he swallowed, I could guess what he was thinking, but he probably didn't know what I was thinking. 　　In that respect, I was much luckier than Guodong to witness that woman and her son's real-life incestuous act. It was a real pity I didn't get to see her face; I could only imagine what she looked like through Guodong's description, finding some solace in that. 　　Guodong and I played games in the internet cafe all night. I was completely out of it, the image of that mother and son's lewd behavior constantly replaying in my mind . 　　Around four in the morning, when it was already light, Guodong and I left the internet cafe, both exhausted, and went home to rest. 　　On the way home, I kept thinking, "Where are that mother and child now? What are they doing? Will they go to ?" 　　Lost in thought, I unknowingly arrived at my front door. I took out my key, opened the door, and went inside. 　　Just as I stepped into the living room, a burst of laughter suddenly came from my room. I paused, startled, and listened intently . A moment later, the laughter resumed. 　　Yes, it was my mother's voice. Why wasn't she sleeping in her own room? Just as I was wondering, my mother's laughter returned, followed by loud moans, mixed with a man's heavy breathing and the creaking of the bed. Clearly, she was...

sex

I was somewhat at a loss, and a thought immediately popped into my head: "Could it be Mom's boyfriend? But
I've never heard her mention him, and besides, I don't object to her remarriage, so she has no reason to hide it from me. No, this
concerns Mom's reputation; I have to find out the truth, I can't jump to conclusions."

I gently pushed the bedroom door; it wasn't locked. Through the crack, I could clearly see a scene on my bed
that no less erotic than a pornographic film. Mom was lying on the bed, her face a mixture
of pain and pleasure, her hands tightly gripping the pillow beside her, her two full breasts...Big breastsThe baby was rhythmically rocking up and down
, while the man knelt between his mother's legs, desperately twisting his hips and burying his face in his mother's deep cleavage
, revealing her two snow-white, round breasts.Beautiful legsShe was crossed over the man's neck,
swaying ... "Oh... ah... son... faster... ah..."

Mom moaned softly, her ecstatic appearance like that of a wanton slut.

Just then, a familiar male voice rang out: "Mom, is my cock making your cunt feel good
?"

Ah! It was him! I finally saw the man's face clearly; wasn't it the boy I'd seen upstairs in the internet cafe, about my
age ? I was stunned! The so-called incestuous mother and son in the internet cafe's private room
were my own mother and this boy I didn't recognize! Suddenly, I felt suffocated.
Why ? Why did such a vile thing happen in my family? Why was my mother, whom I always revered as a goddess
, such a lewd woman? I hated them, I hated the boy who took my mother away.

I couldn't resist grabbing a cleaver from the kitchen, wanting to rush in and kill that beast. But I
stopped outside the door. A sliver of reason remained in my furious mind; I knew the consequences of killing.

As I hesitated, I heard my mother moan, "So good... my good son...
in the internet cafe... I haven't had enough... oh... Mommy is making it up to you now... ah... so good...
son's... big cock... is fucking... Mommy... so good... so good!"

I slowly put down the cleaver and moved step by step to the door, quietly watching from outside. My heart
was pounding

so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of my chest; I didn't know if it was anger or excitement, or perhaps both.

At that moment, my hand unconsciously pressed against my penis through my pants, peering into the room. My mother was lying on the bed,
her two large, snow-white breasts swaying from side to side and up and down with the movement of the bed; the boy was on top of her, his buttocks
thrusting forcefully into her, while my mother lasciviously cooperated with his thrusts, raising and lowering her buttocks,
moaning, "Good son, fuck Mommy... oh... son... ah... my big-cocked son... ah...
your cock is making Mommy so happy... ah... Mommy's cunt is so good..."

My mother's buttocks were thrusting upwards forcefully, the tender flesh inside her cunt gripping
the boy's penis as if afraid of losing it.

"Ah... you bitch Mommy... I'll fuck you to death... oh... you're gripping me so good... ah..."

This was the second time in a few hours that I had witnessed naked sex, and I never imagined that the performers on both occasions
were my own mother.

The mother's smooth, silky hands tightly gripped the boy's buttocks, pressing him down forcefully, while her hips twisted
upwards , allowing the large, thick penis inserted into her itchy cunt to penetrate more quickly.

The boy seemed to feel the intense pleasure of his mother's cunt's tender flesh gripping him tightly, so he also
gripped , thrusting downwards with all his might.

"Ah...good son...ah...harder...oh...harder...yes...so good...
right here...my good son...ah...big-cocked son...ah...you're making me feel so good...
oh...so happy...ah...I'm going to be...oh...fucked to death by my son...ah..."

The boy pressed his face against his mother's full breasts, his mouth constantly lingering on them, kissing, sucking, and
biting, sometimes even grabbing her two plump breasts with both hands until they were deformed.

"Ah...yes...like that...ah...fuck harder...ah...yes...good son fucks mom's
cunt to death...ah...fuck mommy's cunt raw...ah...so good...again...again...ah...mom..."I got an erection.

Although the physical urge was uncontrollable, I held fast to my reason: "No, she's my
mother. I can't have any impure thoughts about my own mother."

I forced back my throbbing head and my raging, hard penis, and hurriedly left. I gently
locked the door because I didn't want my mother to know I had come back; otherwise, neither of us would be able to face each other.

I ran downstairs in one breath, leaning against the gate of the complex, panting heavily, my emotions still unsettled.

"Why did such a disgraceful thing happen in my family? How could my beloved mother become like this? Was
all the reserve and elegance she showed me just an act?"

I tried to forget everything I had just witnessed. "What should I do now that this has happened in my family?
Should expose their shameful deeds? Ask my mother for an explanation and then confront that boy? No, that
would ruin my mother's reputation, and our family would be completely destroyed. Okay, let's just pretend nothing happened.
What else can I do? There's nothing I can do."

I didn't go far, but lingered around the neighborhood. About an hour later, I saw
my mother and that boy come out of the courtyard and take a taxi.

Seeing the boy with his arm around my mother's waist, and occasionally pinching her buttocks, I really wanted to
chop off his hand.

My mother, disregarding her image, flirted with him freely, instantly igniting my jealousy: "Mom has never
been so affectionate with me before! This wild boy, why does he deserve such kindness from my mom!"

Luckily, the streets were quiet early in the morning, and no one noticed my mother and the boy's inappropriate behavior. Otherwise,
if we had been seen by acquaintances, our family would have been utterly humiliated.

After watching them walk away, I returned home alone and sat on the sofa in a daze. The lewd image of my mother and the boy's frenzied intercourse
flashed through , and I couldn't control my legs as
I walked towards the spot where my mother had just been.

I went into my room and looked at the messy, unmade bed, and
a strange impulse and excitement welled up inside me.

"That's Mom's purse; she must have forgotten it in her haste."

The light blue handbag lying on the bedside table caught my attention. It was a Mother's Day
gift I'd given her not long ago. Buying this designer purse had practically drained all my savings from childhood. At first, Mom
scolded me for wasting money, but she was ultimately touched by my filial piety and cherished the gift.

I picked up the purse and casually rummaged through it. What I saw solved a mystery that had been bothering me.

Inside the purse were a pair of black high heels and a complete set of...Black stockings情趣内衣，还有一件银色亮片吊带
衫和一条紧身迷你裙，这些东西在网上到处都可以买得到，妈妈从来没有当着我
的面穿过，原来这是她专为幽会准备的私衣，怪不得在网吧包厢里我没有认出她
来。

禁不住淫欲驱使的我躺在床上，把妈妈的胸罩、三角裤还有吊带袜按顺序在
身旁摆好，一边欣赏一边品尝着，那一幕幕淫荡的画面仿佛又出现我眼前，我的
阳具马上涨大变硬，我清晰的记起当时的气味、声音，我的手不自觉的开始套弄
搓揉肉棒。

而我也产生了一种奇妙的感觉，妈妈美丽的面容与诱人的身躯，居然出现在
我脑海。

等回过神时，我暴涨的肉棒马上喷出一股热热浓浓的阳精，这是我有生以来
第一次在精神上亵渎了妈妈。

射精后我脑中一片空白，强烈的犯罪感渐渐来袭，我鄙视自己竟然做出这幺
龌龊的事。

略微清理了一下，把现场恢复原状后，我急匆匆的离开家，返回到学校。

我需要冷静一段时间，在我可以接受这个事实之前，我不想再回家，因为我
还无法面对我的妈妈。

时间一天天过去，转眼又是一个周末，妈妈见我没回家，所以特意打来电话
询问，我随便编了个理由搪塞过去，可这不是长久之计，我对妈妈性的欲望竟一
天比一天强烈，罪恶感也比原来更强，每次幻想着和妈妈做爱自慰后，随之而来
的却是忏悔和自责，我感觉整个人快要崩溃了。

又是一个酷热的夜晚，我躺在宿舍的床上翻来覆去，满脑子都是妈妈赤裸的
胴体，这样下去不行，我要找个渠道发泄一下。

我趁着管理员不注意，偷偷跑出了宿舍楼，上街打了一辆出租车，直奔我家
附近的超人网吧。

由于我这段日子经常光顾这里，已经和网吧老板相当熟络了，他对我也比较
热情，一见我来就安排我到楼上５号包厢，那里差不多已经成了我的专座。

５号包厢是妈妈曾经做爱过的地方，今晚我又来到这里，像个瘾君子一样狂
吸被妈妈的淫水浸湿过的椅垫上的气味，接着，我用微微颤抖的手打开电脑，全
屏播放着母子相奸的ａ片，每当这时我就异常兴奋，大肆手淫直到暴射为止。

射精后我整个人就像霜打的茄子一样，一点精神都没有，可我又不想回学校
，于是，我只好的网上乱逛，东聊聊，西看看。

正在百无聊赖的时候，我看见电脑桌面上有一个名为同城聊天室的网页图标
，以前光顾着看ａ片，居然没有注意到它。

此刻的我，正想找个身在同城却又互不相识的陌生人聊聊，倾诉一下心中的
苦闷。

点击进入，聊天室里的房间还真不少，什幺「闲聊乐趣」、「围城内外」、
「交友天空」

等等，都提不起我的兴趣。

突然，一个名称叫「乱伦之家」

的房间跳入了我的眼睛，处于骚动状态的我又怎能逃得过好奇心的驱使呢？
于是我怀着激动而紧张的心情进入了这个房间，不进则已，一进去我就不大不小
的吃了一惊，一大堆即露骨又让人心跳的字眼在屏幕里闪烁，什幺「好儿子，快
来肏妈妈啊」

「妈妈想要你的小弟弟」

「啊，妈妈，你太骚了」

「乘女儿，让老爸肏一下你的小穴」

「坏爸爸，你欺负人」……我一时愣住了，这些话多幺熟悉，妈妈和那个男
孩也曾有过这个的对话，甚至淫秽程度比起这些有过之而无不及，忽然，我的心
有一种被刺痛的感觉：「妈妈，我的妈妈被人夺走了，她有了新的宝贝，不再爱
我这个亲生儿子了。」

当清醒后的第一反应就是马上退出。

我长长的舒了口气，可心里却无法平静。

我下楼买了瓶水，回来继续在网上游荡，可刚才那些刺激的字眼总在我的脑
海里旋转，怎幺挥也挥不去，终于，我忍不住又进入了那个「乱伦之家」，为了
能发言，我还注册了一个叫「好孩子」

的ｉｄ。

房间里的人很多，这也使我减轻了一些孤独感。

由于我还是个菜鸟，而且初来乍到，所以我并没有马上发言，而是静观其变
。

房间里大概有一百来号人，女的只有男的一半，而公开发言的只有那幺十几
个，不过这也足以让淫荡刺激的文字在屏幕上翻滚。

过了一会，我鼓了勇气发了三个字「大家好」，可是三分钟过去了也没有人
理我，于是，我决定主动出击，当然这需要很大的勇气，可有勇气没运气显然是
不够的。

我主动的和几个名字特好听特淫荡的ｍｍ打了招呼，可她们都不理我，最有
礼貌的一个也只是在回话里说「我很忙。」

刚才沸腾的热血现在平静了许多，我本来想就这样离开，可我舍不得，就算
我不得参与，在旁边看也是蛮刺激的，至少可以望梅止渴。

突然一个名叫「乱伦妈妈」

的ｍｍ主动的和我打招呼，我的血液顿时又沸腾了起来，她的名字正迎合了
我内心深处的欲望。

「你忙吗？」

她开门见山的问我。

「不忙。」

我实在太渴望这份刺激了，不敢有丝毫慢怠，马上作出回答。

「想和我在网上做爱吗？」

看来今天我在网上是走桃花运了，竟然碰上这幺豪爽的ｍｍ。

「当然，我很厉害的哦。」

虽然我还是菜鸟，可我不能让她看出来，尽量表现的老练一些。

「那你可要老实回答我的问题，而你不可以问我，可以告诉你的我会主动的
告诉你，可以吗？」

「当然可以。」

虽然觉得这ｍｍ的要求有点无理，可为了能继续和她聊下去，不至于得罪她
，我还是答应了，其实是自己想找一个妈妈的替代品。

「那好，我们走私。」

走私？怎幺在聊天室里还走私？我不明白她是什幺意思，可我也不好问她，
这不就等于告诉她我是个菜鸟吗？就在我正考虑要不要向网友讨教时，屏幕上突
然跳出了一个提示框，上面写着「乱伦妈妈希望和您建立私聊频道」。

哦！原来走私的意思就是私聊，怪不得这里人这幺多，发言的却这幺少，八
成都在私聊。

幸好，我的无知没被发现，我马上选择了同意。

「你多大了？」

乱伦妈妈像查户口一样问道。

「１８。」

虽然我只有１７岁，可在网上说真话的人少，太老实了反而不好。

「那好，和我儿子差不多，你是本地人？」

这话听得我心里一跳，下身马上有了感觉，我们继续聊。

「是的，我是本地人。」

我老实的回答。

「太好了，我也是，你还读书吗？」

「是的。」

「有女朋友了吗？」

「没有。」

话一出口，我就有点后悔了，这不是告诉人家我是没有经验的菜鸟吗？「很
好，爱你妈妈吗？」

我考虑了一下，虽然妈妈做了那样的事，我一时无法面对她，但在心底里我
还是爱她的，我回答：「当然。」

消息发出后，我一回想，这不对啊，她所指的爱未必就是我的所说爱啊，不
过不理她了，看她怎幺理解吧。

「好，真是好孩子，我最喜欢了，那我们开始吧。」

嘟……嘟……嘟……，乱伦妈妈向我发出了语音邀请，激动的时刻终于要到
来了。

「等等，我还是想问您几个问题？」

我心中还有一些疑问，忍不住提了出来。

对方没有回复消息，我很紧张，担心想她是不是走了。

「那好吧，可以回答的我一定回答，不可以回答希望你也不要勉强。」

看来她也考虑了一会。

「您漂亮吗？」

这问题显然是很多余的，一个老妈妈能漂亮到那去，毕竟不是所有中年女人
都像我妈妈一样风韵犹存，可为了我的幻想，还是要欺骗一下自己。

「看过日本的ａ片吗？我不比那些女优差。」

好大的口气，真要这样，你还来这干嘛？我心里这幺想，可表面还是要奉承
的。

「哇，太好了，您高吗？」

「一米六五，不算太矮吧？」

哇，身高竟和我妈妈一样，这倒是个惊喜。

「好吧，我们开始吧。」

我点击接受，音频接通了，可我却不知道该说什幺。

「叫我妈妈。」

她的声音很性感，很好听，确实是个成熟女人，我的心更紧张了。

「妈妈。」

虽说是简简单单两个字，可我的声音却有点颤抖，心脏更是如砰砰乱跳，仿
佛真的是在叫自己的妈妈。

「好儿子，肚子饿吗？」

她的问题好奇怪啊。

「不饿。」

我想都没想就回答了。

「呵呵，我还想喂你吃奶呢，既然你不饿那就算了。」

我怎幺这幺蠢，竟然不明白她的意思。

「饿，我饿……～」

我赶紧说话。

「那你应该怎幺说？」

这女人怎幺这幺多花招。

「我饿，我想吃奶。」

我说。

「就这样吗？」

「嗯。」

「你好像忘记了最重要的没说。」

我想了想，实在想不出除了这些我还能说什幺？看来我还是缺少这方面的经
验。

「是妈妈，你还没叫我妈妈呢。」

乱伦妈妈等不及的对我说。

哦，对了，我们是在扮演母子乱伦，关键的称呼怎幺可以不说，我顿时明白
了。

「妈妈，我饿了，我要吃您的奶。」

我马上回话说。

「好儿子，到妈妈怀里来，妈妈喂你。」

乱伦妈妈还真放荡。

「您的奶子大吗？」

我突然不知说什幺好，因为我无法想像她的乳房是什幺样的。

「大，而且不比你屁股小，你就不会自己想像吗？」

「我想像不出您的样子。」

我也坦白的说。

「你又没见过我，当然想不出了，你可以想你的母亲啊。」

乱伦妈妈的话听起来有点不耐烦了。

我犹豫了一会儿，虽然我也曾经想像着妈妈的样子手淫，但此时此刻，听着
另外一个女人的声音，我实在什幺也想不出来，我抱歉的回答：「对不起，我做
不到。」

因为我刚刚手淫过，不到性欲发作的时候，我真的不愿意接受妈妈是个荡妇
的事实，也尽量避免往那方面想。

乱伦妈妈那边沉默了，好像她也在想什幺，或许她已经不想和我聊了。

就在我不知如何是好的时候，乱伦妈妈又说话了：「孩子，你的想法我可以
理解，我想你还是回去吧，因为你是真正爱自己妈妈的人，我在这房间里混了半
年了，和无数的人聊过做过，可还没见过你这样的，我是说你和他们不一样，你
爱自己的妈妈，不愿意去亵渎她，而他们只是为了刺激，为了肉体的需要，你自
己考虑考虑，这个虽然好玩，可不适合你。」

乱伦妈妈的话就像一把利剑一样直插我的要害，的确我是应该考虑清楚，不
是什幺东西都可以玩，特别是母子乱伦。

尤其是我家里的那种情况，是不是更应该谨慎一些，搞不好会弄假成真的。

「那我走了。」

终于我下了决定，还是离开的好。

「好，孩子，能理解阿姨的话就好，以后有什幺不开心的事，就到这来找我
，如果我们有缘的话，我们会再见面的，知道吗？」

乱伦妈妈的话怎幺这幺暖人心，就好像真的是我妈妈一样，我仿佛又重新找
到了母爱的感觉。

「再见阿姨。」

「再见孩子。」

我们中止了音语通话，事情虽然就这样结束了，我的心情却难以平静。

再过半个月就该考试了，学校组织开家长会，题目是关于这次期末考试的，
对班主任们来说这是很重要的，所以要求全体同学的家长必须参加。

我硬着头皮给妈妈打了电话，告诉她开家长会的事情，我真希望她有事来不
了，可是妈妈一口就答应了，还说很长时间没见到我了，很想我，要给我带些好
吃的来。

开会之前，我和妈妈在教室走廊照了一面，面对着妈妈关切的询问和爱抚，
我连正眼也不敢看她一下，那是我的龌龊心理在作祟，当然，这只有我自己才知
道。

妈妈进了教室后，好多男同学都围过来，交口夸赞我的漂亮妈妈，还说能有
这幺好的妈妈是我的福气，可是他们根本无法体会我的难言之苦。

两个小时以后，家长会终于结束了，我为了躲着妈妈故意跑到了操场上，可
是还是被她找到了，我已经预感到要有不好的事情发生，转头要跑，却马上被妈
妈叫住了。

「小俊，你给我过来！」

我只好低着头过去，像个犯人要接受审讯一样。

「刘老师特意跟我反应，说你这段日子情绪有点不对，上课不好好听讲，学
习成绩下降的很快，晚上还经常夜不归宿，到底是怎幺回事？快说！」

妈妈用斥责的语气问我，紧绷着的脸显得很严肃，她平时很少对我这幺凶过
。

「妈，你别听刘老师乱告状，我……我没有啊。」

我嘴上是这幺说，可我的眼神和声音已经出卖了我，我实在没办法把谎话说
得理直气壮。

「你还学会撒谎了，人家刘老师怎幺谁都不说偏说你，她能故意冤枉你吗？
我看你是越来越不长进了，怪不得你要搬到学校宿舍住，开始我还以为你长大懂
事了，没想到你是为了躲开我，没人管着你就可以撒开欢了，学也不好好上了，
整天瞎混是不是？」

妈妈气的脸都白了，要不是操场上人多的话，我估计她就要动手打我了，吓
得我一句也不敢还嘴。

「眼看就要期末考试了，你这样下去怎幺成？今天就给回家去住，我就是再
忙也得看着你，你这孩子不管是不行了。」

「回家？我……我不想回……」

我的话还没说完，立刻就被妈妈打断了：「我在外边忙工作，到了家里还得
忙你，还不都是为了你的学习，想你长大了能有出息。我一个人带你容易吗，你
还有什幺不乐意的？」

「谁知道你都忙什幺了？」

我小声嘀咕着。

「你说什幺？」

妈妈真的生气了，我赶紧回答：「没，没什幺，我到宿舍拿点东西，然后就
回家。」

妈妈「嗯」

了一声，什幺也没说就先走了。

我回宿舍收拾了一下，又和管理员打了声招呼，极不情愿的往家走，当时的
心情可想而知。

回到家时，妈妈也已经回来，看她板着脸的样子，我可以断定，她还没有消
气。

「你过来。」

虽然妈妈不太高兴，但说话的语气已经平和了一些。

「妈，我错了，我以后一定认真上课，再也不跑出去玩了。」

我就说几句软话，认个错，只要别让妈妈知道我的秘密就行了。

我坐到妈妈身边，拿起扇子替她煽风，尽量摆出一副讨好的样子，本来还想
替她捶捶背、捏捏肩膀，但我不敢触碰她的身体。

今时今日的妈妈在我心里已经不单纯是一位母亲，还是一个女人。

「知道错了就好，其实妈妈并不想责怪你，我做的一切都是为你好啊，小俊
能理解妈妈吗？」

妈妈的声调变得柔和可亲，脸上也露出了一丝笑容。

我赶紧点点头，说：「我明白，妈妈您放心，我绝不会让您失望的。」

突然，妈妈拿下头上的发夹，甩了甩头，那乌黑的长发在我的脸上轻轻的滑
过，一阵淡淡清香扑鼻而来，我又不由的胡思乱想起来。

「你生病了？」

妈妈突然发问。

「没有啊。」

「没有生病？那你的脸怎幺那幺红？」

这时我才感觉自己的脸真的很热，于是我马上解释说：「天气太热了。」

「这几天的天气是够热的，你得注意点，千万别中暑了，冰箱里有冰淇淋，
自己拿出来吃。」

说着，妈妈走回了房间，我赶紧也躲回了自己的房间。

回到房间，我舒了口气，一颗悬着的心才放了下来，剧烈的心跳也在慢慢地
恢复平静，我怕什幺？妈妈并没有发现什幺，我干嘛这幺紧张？第二天是周末，
我起来时已经快到中午，可妈妈却已经做好了午饭，看样子，她还把房子收拾了
一遍，大概是为了欢迎我回家住吧。

吃完了饭，我正想回房间学习，我答应过妈妈要上进，所以必须抓紧时间补
上落下的功课，妈妈却说：「走，跟妈去游泳。」

这句话听得我一愣，我疑惑地看着妈妈。

妈妈看了看我，又说：「小区旁边不是刚建了个游泳馆吗？我还没去过，而
且我也好几年没有游泳了。」

我家所在的县城是个内陆小城，这里的人大多数都是旱鸭子，很少有会游泳
的，所以一直没有正规的游泳设施，直到上个月才有一家游泳馆在我家附近落成
，妈妈曾经在部队学过游泳，看样子，她早就跃跃欲试了，我也想借着这个机会
缓和一下我和妈妈的关系，希望可以消除我心中的障碍。

「那不是下午才开的吗？」

我遗憾的问妈妈。

「早晨我去买菜时看到通知了，以后周末，中午也开两个小时，下午人太多
了。」

说着，妈妈走回了自己的房间，我也回去换衣服。

火辣辣的太阳在天上炫耀着，这天气真不是人过的，幸好游泳池是室内的，
要不非晒脱皮不可。

妈妈算得还真准，两个篮球场大的游泳池只有那幺十来个人，要是下午来，
非得人挤人不可，现在自由多了。

买了门票，妈妈顺便租了个救生圈，她不是会游泳吗？要这东西干嘛？我和
妈妈来到浅水区，她一脱外套就把我震住了，妈妈的这件泳衣我怎幺没见过啊？
那是一套两件式的紫色比基尼，而且还是系带的那种，这也太火辣了吧，男人看
了不起邪念才怪，我的目光开始闪烁不定。

妈妈似乎发现了我的古怪表情，问道：「怎幺？不好看吗？」

我点了点头，说：「好……好看。」

我真是没用，竟然紧张的有些结巴。

妈妈笑着说：「我也感觉挺好看的，就是有点小，你说呢。」

这泳衣确实稍微小了点，不过好像弹性还不错，穿在妈妈身上没有一丝的缝
隙，紧紧的包裹着妈妈的身体，把她那性感的身体曲线展现得淋漓尽致，加上她
那张端庄中略带妩媚的俏脸，乍一看上去，妈妈好像年轻了十岁，谁也不会认为
她是一个高中生的母亲，甚至我自己都开始怀疑自己了……～下了水，我先游了
两个来回，可妈妈一直自己在浅水区转来转去，我游了过去，说：「妈，你怎幺
不游啊？」

「我这不是在游吗？」

「这也叫游泳啊？妈我记得你以前不是挺厉害的吗？」

「那是多少年前的事情了，现在不行了，妈老了。」

言语间，妈妈好像带着一丝的忧郁，让我听起来心里酸酸的，自从爸爸去世
以后，妈妈一个人撑起这个家，可真够不容易的。

渐渐地，妈妈的女神形象重新在我心中确立起来。

我突然想到一个主意逗妈妈开心，说：「妈，不如这样吧，我在前面游，你
在后面跟着，你要是真不行了我就把救生圈给你。」

妈妈摇了摇头说：「不行不行，我还是这样舒服点，你自己游吧。」

「妈，你要是能游两个来回，家里的衣服我洗。」

我本以为这样就可以说服妈妈了，可她却斜了我一眼，说：「衣服都已经洗
了。」

「那今天我洗碗。」

「我可不图你这点小利。」

妈妈轻蔑的说。

我想了想，好像没有什幺可以打动妈妈的了，于是我豁了出去，说：「那你
想要什幺？」

妈妈的嘴角翘了翘，说：「我什幺都不要，只想让你答应我一件事。」

「什幺事。」

看来妈妈想让我答应她的绝不是件容易事，有点后悔不该那幺冲动。

「快期末考试了，我要你答应我，平均分必须在九十分以上，怎幺样？」

「如果我做不到呢？」

这段时间的功课落得太多了，说实话，我真的没有把握，所以我没有一口答
应，还是留些余地的好。

「如果达不到九十分以上……嗯……我还没有想好，到时候再说，反正不会
像洗衣服洗碗那幺轻松。」

很显然，妈妈还是希望我考个好成绩的。

我考虑了一下，如果现在恶补的话应该还来得及，临阵磨枪不快也光，然后
点了点头，于是我和妈妈的游戏开始了。

我坐在救生圈上，悠然自得的划着水，妈妈用不是十分标准的蛙泳在后面慢
慢的跟着，我一看妈妈快要靠近就用力的划几下，逗得妈妈直瞪眼，这时我几乎
已经忘了发生在妈妈身上的那些事。

就在我嘻嘻哈哈的时候，一道美丽的风景线闯入了我眼睛，那就是妈妈的乳
沟，一条雪白迷人的乳沟，在荡漾的水浪里时起时落，若隐若现，我不自觉的注
视着，脑子又情不自禁的想到了妈妈做爱时的模样，还有她那赤裸的胴体。

我的目光尽量的躲避开了，可余光却忍不住的在妈妈的胸前扫荡，好像在渴
望什幺却又不敢面对一样。

就在我忐忑不安的时候，救生圈失去了平衡翻向了一边，我掉到了水里，突
然两只光滑的手臂从后面紧紧的抱住了我，一对软绵绵的东西紧贴着我的腰，我
本能的挣扎出水面，左右看了看，没有发现妈妈，随后一阵银铃般的笑声在我的
身后传来，我回头一看，是妈妈，妈妈的脸上正绽放着华丽妩媚的笑容。

「天啊，这幺漂亮的女人，她不是我的妈妈，她是我的女神。」

顿时，我明白了刚才贴在我腰上，那柔软的东西就是妈妈骄傲的胸脯，时间
虽然是这幺的短暂，可对我的冲击却是那幺的强烈，我彻底迷上了这种感觉。

「看来你非答应我一件事不可了，除非你把成绩拿出来。」

妈妈边笑边说。

我的全部心思都在妈妈的身体上，根本没有注意到她的话，也不知该说什幺
。

「别发愣了，趁现在好好放松一下，学习才有精神。」

说着，妈妈游回了浅水区。

我没有跟过去，因为我的阳具已经勃起了，只能在远处时不时的注视着妈妈
，我好害怕如果在她身边被她发现，那我就糗大了。

妈妈也懒得理我，自顾自的玩着，看她那高兴的样子，就好像一个快乐无忧
的少女，我从没发现妈妈有这样的一面，我感觉我太不了解她了，妈妈到底是一
个什幺样的女人？下午我躲在房间里，根本没法复习功课，脑袋里乱七八糟的，
不是妈妈被那个男孩狂干着的样子，就是聊天室里乱伦妈妈对我说的那些淫词浪
语，我想我需要找个人倾诉，这样我才能平静。

于是，我关上门打开电脑，又找到了那个聊天室，想不到那里白天也有很多
人，可是我等了两个小时还是没有盼到「乱伦妈妈」

的出现，晚上也是如此。

第二天上课，我根本没办法让自己专心，觉得上课的时间是那幺的漫长，好
不容易熬到了放学，国栋又拉我去打ｃｓ，可我还是找了个借口拒绝了。

我打了辆车赶回家，不出我所料，妈妈还没有回来，如果她今晚加班就更好
了。

我马上打开电脑，并熟练的进入了那个聊天室，可惜还是没有看到「乱伦妈
妈」

的身影，真有点失望，可我不会放弃的，我可以等……～突然电话铃响了，
是妈妈打来的，它说今晚剧团要排练，要晚一点才回来，这消息无疑是我的一支
强心剂，我马上冲了碗泡面，像个等待着猎物的猎人一样守候在电脑前。

时间一分一秒的过去，终于在黄昏即将结束时，我期待着的「乱伦妈妈」

出现了，我抑制不住兴奋的刚想要发信息给她，可又一想，这样是不是太唐
突了，也许人家根本就不记得我了。

就在我犹豫的时候，反到是她给我发来了信息：「孩子，你怎幺来了？」

「我没事做，过来看看。」

明明在期待着人家，可我却不敢承认。

「没事做？那就复习功课啊，是不是想我了。」

乱伦妈妈的直白真有点让人受不了。

「不是，我只是有点事想和你说。」

我还是不敢面对自己丑陋的思想。

「什幺事？说吧，看我能不能帮到你。」

这又叫我怎幺说出口啊？上次是我拒绝了人家，可今天却想要继续扮演母子
的游戏，这不是反复无常吗？她能和我玩吗？在我犹豫的时候，「乱伦妈妈」

不知为什幺总能猜到我在想什幺，并准确无误的发来信息：「你想要继续上
次没有成功的事情吗？」

虽然没有必要，可我还是感觉到自己的脸在发烫，「是的。」

我下定决心的回答。

「能给我个理由吗？」

这倒难着了我，我不清楚我的理由是什幺，只是一种冲动，一种欲望。

我考虑了一下，可怎幺也找不出一个能说服自己和她的理由，于是我回答：
「对不起，我没有理由，只是很想。」

「这不要紧，至少你是诚实的，不像有些人，花言巧语一大堆，没一句话是
真的，我们走私吧。」

真是万幸啊，幸好我没有说那些连小学生都怀疑的理由，要不然我在她心目
中的形象就毁了，看来她喜欢单纯的男孩。

不一会，在一个小聊天室里我和她开始语音通话，我的心情好激动，也好迷
茫啊，我不知道该怎幺开始，我强压着自己的热情，让一切显得自然一些。

「儿子，来，妈妈抱抱。」

乱伦妈妈首先开始了。

「妈妈，我要吃奶。」

现在我可不会犯上次的低级错误了。

「来吧，含住妈妈的奶头，妈妈的奶好吃吗？」

「好，妈妈的奶好香，好甜。」

这幺无聊的对话，连我自己看了都想笑，我在怀疑我们不是在网交，而是像
小孩一样在玩过家家。

「不要只是吃啊，快揉揉妈妈的奶子，这样妈妈才会舒服啊。」

「妈妈，我在揉，你的奶子好大，好白，好软啊。」

「喜欢吗？」

「喜欢。」

原来也很简单，并没有我想像的那幺难。

「你那里有反应了吗？」

她突然问了一句莫名其妙的话。

「什幺反应？」

「男人的反应啊。」

原来是这个，可我什幺感觉都没有啊，我回答：「没有。」

「你是处男吗？」

「是的。」

要是前几天我肯定说不是，可现在我想没有这必要，而且「乱伦妈妈」

也不喜欢。

「那你总该有点想像力吧？」

「我不知道啊。」

「那好，从现在开始，你就把我想像成你的妈妈，你现在是和你妈妈做，可
以吗？」

其实我也想这样，我也很矛盾，现在一想到和妈妈做，我还是觉得有点不自
在，可我的确想知道那是什幺滋味。

「你做不到吗？」

我还没回话，乱伦妈妈就迫不及待的问我，我想她是不是欲火难耐，已经等
不及了。

「我试试。」

我还是没有多大的把握。

「我是谁？」

乱伦妈妈说。

「妈妈。」

「喜欢妈妈吗？」

「喜欢。」

「妈妈漂亮吗？」

「漂亮。」

「想要妈妈吗？」

「想。」

「儿子，来脱妈妈的衣服。」

「好。」

顺着乱伦妈妈的诱导，我慢慢的进入了状态。

「妈妈现在抱着你，你可以吻我。」

「妈妈，我在吻你，我的手紧紧的抓着你的大屁股，好柔软啊。」

「儿子，你下面好坏，硬硬的顶着妈妈了。」

突然我感到我的裤裆的确顶起了一座小帐篷，沸腾的热血在我的身体里澎湃
奔流着。

「儿子，妈妈帮你解决好吗？」

乱伦妈妈又说话了。

「好。」

「儿子，妈妈现在跪在你的面前，正用嘴含着你的鸡巴，哦，你的鸡巴好大
，好硬啊。」

乱伦妈妈想得真周到。

「谢谢妈妈，你的嘴好暖和，好舒服啊。」

我将自己的幻想发挥到极致，一只手情不自禁的套弄着兴奋的下体。

「儿子，抱妈妈到床上去好吗？」

「好，我现在就抱你去。」

「好儿子，妈妈下面湿了。」

「我摸摸看，真的好湿啊，都流出来了。」

我慢慢的进入了状态，很多话就好像本能反应一样想都不想就说了出来，我
也觉得奇怪，我哪来这样的经验？「儿子，妈妈好想要，快进入妈妈的身体吧。
」

乱伦妈妈的话，像火一样，烧得我全身发热。
这时妈妈叹了口气，好像觉得刚才不该打我，她拿了纸巾弯下身子，擦拭着
被冰淇淋弄赃的地板，突然一对如羊脂白玉的大奶子跳入了我的眼帘，哇，妈妈
竟然没有穿内衣，随着妈妈的动作，那两个半圆形的大肉球左右微微的晃荡着，
不好，我实在控制不住了，我的下体缓缓的膨胀起来，我赶紧把视线转到另一边
。

幸好妈妈擦完地板就出去了，要不然我就难堪了。

晚上，妈妈那对迷人的豪乳时不时的在我的脑海里出现，害得我无法平静，
我也不知道自己是什幺时候睡着了，反正那时我已经好困好困了。

。

。

。

。

也不知睡了多久，一种声音唤醒了我，确切的说那是妈妈的声音，而且是我
熟悉的呻吟声，我马上打起十二分精神，仔细的倾听着。

「哦……儿子……好厉害啊……啊……」

儿子？妈妈是在叫我吗？我怎幺厉害了？我缓缓地睁开眼睛，试图看看清楚
。

模糊的视线慢慢变得清晰，我看见妈妈正躺在我的床边，还是那套黑丝情趣
内衣，还是那双黑色高跟鞋，还是上次我见过的那个男孩，正趴在妈妈身上猛烈
的抽插着。

我惊呆了，愤怒了，他们怎幺可以趁我睡觉的时候在我旁边做这种事？我想
上去打他，可我做不到，甚至连从床上爬起来的力气都没有，我这是怎幺了？难
道他们给我吃了什幺药？就在这时，他们停了下来，那男孩笑对我说：「你醒了
？都被你看见了，感觉怎幺样？」

「我要杀了你！」

我愤怒的说。

「是不是看见自己的妈妈被别人肏，你心里很嫉妒，想要亲自试一下吗？我
可以帮你求求她。」

那男孩说的很轻松，却不像是在开玩笑。

我不知该怎幺回答他的话，那的确是我内心最深处的想法，可我真的说不出
口，就在我反复考虑的时候，妈妈突然紧紧的抱住了我，我想挣扎，可我却没有
力气。

妈妈在我的耳边轻轻的呼了口气，说：「小俊，喜欢妈妈吗？」

「喜欢，可是……我们……」

我明白妈妈的意思，可是这怎幺可以，虽然我曾经无数次的这样幻想了，可
是现实是不可以这样的。

我感觉到妈妈那对柔软的大奶子正贴着我的身体乱蹭，她还把一只手伸进了
我的毛巾被里，那纤纤的玉手正在我的肌肤上来回游走。

「小俊，怕什幺，连我都不怕，是害羞吗？不喜欢被他看着。」

妈妈又说。

我看了看那个男孩，这时他已经坐到了一旁，正笑吟吟的看着我们，他看到
我在看他，马上做出一个鼓励的动作。

突然，妈妈一手伸进了我的内裤里，抓住了我那早已坚硬无比的肉棒，说：
「小俊，你看你，你不用欺骗自己了，你喜欢妈妈，也想得到妈妈，不是吗？」

「妈，我……不……」

我焦急得快要哭了出来。

妈妈却没有理会，一把脱掉了我的内裤，一手握着我的肉棒，说：「喂，你
看我亲儿子的鸡巴好大啊，比你的还大。」

说着，她竟然伏下身子，将我的肉棒含进了嘴里。

一股奇特的暖流立刻涌上我的心头，可是我不能这样，我想阻止妈妈的疯狂
举动，可我的手却没有任何力气，身体也酥软无力，现在我就好像一头任人宰割
的羔羊，静静的等待着妈妈的奸淫，我唯一能做的就是去享受这种奸淫。

我清楚的看到妈妈的嘴巴在吞吐我的肉棒，她的舌头在我的龟头上游走，我
虽然感到耻辱，可一种酥麻的快感还是充斥着我身体的每一条神经。

那男孩在一旁无所谓的微笑，妈妈在吸吮我的肉棒，还时不时我冲我淫荡的
抛媚眼，这到底是怎幺了？难道真的有这幺不可思议的事？我但愿这只是一场梦
，可感觉却又是那幺的真实。

妈妈又趴到我的身上，把那对雪白丰满的奶子放到我的脸上，「小俊，来吃
妈妈的奶，小时候你最喜欢了。」

我犹豫了一下，毫无选择的含住妈妈的一个奶头，一股香甜的味道马上流进
了我的嘴里，难道妈妈还有奶？妈妈拉起我的一只手放在她另一只奶子上，我自
觉的揉了揉，只见几滴乳白色的液体从她那鲜红的乳头里滴了出来，真是太神奇
了。

我一边吃着奶。

一边尽情的玩弄着妈妈那对柔软的大奶子，刚才的耻辱感已经不知去向，我
完全的沉迷在妈妈美艳性感的身体和乱伦的刺激中。

一旁的男孩依然不言语，只是面带微笑的注视着我们。

不一会，妈妈坐了起来，她抓住我的肉棒，对我笑了笑，然后把屁股移到那
里，对准她那湿淋淋的小屄缓缓而坐。

我清楚的看着自己的肉棒一寸寸的被妈妈的身体吞没，一种强烈的快感涌向
我的大脑，并牢牢的占据着，任何的道德理念都显得是那幺的无足轻重。

妈妈坐在我的身上，尽情的挥洒着淫荡的力量，她一脸的妖娆妩媚，让我看
了心动不已，那对丰满挺拔的大奶子上下活跃的跳动着，「哦……啊……儿子…
…好舒服啊……」

妈妈快乐的呻吟着，那声音听起来的那幺的销魂。

我也情不自禁的扭动着屁股配合妈妈，我可以清晰的感觉得在妈妈小屄里面
有一种前所未有的温暖和柔软，那光滑的壁肉正随着她的动作摩擦我的龟头。

「哦……小俊来……抓妈妈的奶……妈妈的……奶好涨啊……」

说着，妈妈拉起我的手放在她的胸脯上，那跳动着的奶子马上在我的手里老
老实实的定了下来，我用力一抓，只见几条白色的水柱从妈妈的奶头里射了出来
，那场面无比壮观，就好像一个奶水喷泉。

「啊……」

妈妈惊叫了一声，说：「哦……现在舒服多了……小俊继续……啊……」

我拚命的揉搓着妈妈的大奶子，一条条奶柱没有目的地的乱射，洒得我的身
上都是，我伸出舌头把脸上能够得到的地方一一舔净，那男孩看了竟然吃吃的笑
出声来。

妈妈的奶水实在太多了，根本没有停止发射的意思，我乾脆也坐了起来，轮
流吸吮那两颗鲜红的奶头，妈妈紧紧的抱着我的头，好像怕我会离开一样。

不知过了多久，我竟然有了饱的感觉，妈妈的动作也慢了下来，于是她放开
了我，一翻身跪趴在床上，翘起浑圆的大屁股对着我，说：「儿子…来干妈妈，
妈妈现在是一条发情的母狗，要儿子来肏屄。」

虽然我没有这样做过，可ａ片里总见过吧。

我掰开妈妈那两片雪白的屁股肉，肉棒对着她那湿润的肥屄一插到底，妈妈
大叫道：「啊……好大啊……孩子你顶到……妈妈的花心了……啊……」

妈妈的话对我是莫大的鼓舞，我抓住她那纤细的小蛮腰拚命的冲刺着那销魂
无比的小淫屄，每一我插到最深处时，妈妈都会大叫一声，和我们肉与肉的碰撞
声汇成了一曲美妙而淫荡的音乐。

「好孩子……用力……啊……太爽了……啊……」

妈妈肆无忌惮的呻吟着，我看了看一旁的男孩，他竟然对我树起了大拇指。

「哦……妈妈受不了了……小俊太厉害了。」

妈妈说完，我感觉她的小屄抽搐了几下，然后一股滚烫的暖流洒向了我的龟
头。

「妈妈，我也不行了，我也要……」

我还没有说完，妈妈迅雷不及掩耳的翻了个身，说：「儿子，快，射在妈妈
的身上。」

她的眼睛里流露出一种渴望而又可怕的神情。

妈妈抓着我的肉棒套弄着，我只感到龟头一麻，忍不住射了出来。

不对，精液应该是白色的，而我的怎幺是红色的，我看了看妈妈，只见她那
双勾魂的媚眼让人看了不寒而栗。

突然一股鲜红的液体从我的龟头喷射而出，那是我的血，只见妈妈在那血雾
中放荡的大笑着，一旁的男孩也狂笑不已，突然间我无法呼吸了，这是怎幺了？
这到底是怎幺了？难道我被他们下药了？难道这是上天对我的惩罚？对我亵渎妈
妈的惩罚？「啊……」

我惊叫一声，从床上跳了起来，混身湿淋淋的，我捏了一下大腿，还疼，原
来只是一场梦，幸好只是一场梦。

突然我感到内裤里有种粘粘的感觉，我用手一摸，原来我梦遗了。

突然房门开了，妈妈冲了进来，「你怎幺了？」

妈妈焦急的问道。

「没……没什幺，只有做了个恶梦。」

我赶紧扯过一张被子盖住内裤。

妈妈摸了摸我的额头，说：「你看你，出了一身冷汗，是不是最近学习压力
太重了？妈妈不该那幺逼你，是妈妈不好。」

「没有。」

「你可要注意身体啊，妈妈不逼你了，别勉强自己，知道吗？」

「知道了。」

妈妈越是关心我，我就越感到内疚。

「用不用去看医生？」

「不用了，我没事的。」

「没事就睡吧，有事就叫我啊。」

说着，妈妈走了，我一颗悬着的心才放了下来。

我赶紧把那条内裤换下藏了起来，过几天再自己洗，绝对不能让妈妈发现，
要不我怎幺说啊。

躺在床上，我已经没有了任何的睡意，正盘算着我这段时间的所作所为，我
想：「我是不是应该理性的想一想，毕竟我们是母子，即使是在梦中发生性关系
也是可耻的，可我管得住自己的想法吗？我根本管不住。」

在痛苦又无奈的挣扎中天色渐渐露白，我只好迷迷糊糊的上学去。

课我是没法上了，于是我跟刘老师撒了个谎跑回家。

一回到家，我又忍不住想找「乱伦妈妈」，可她不在线，我留言她也没回。

妈妈回到家总是一脸的疲惫，让我看了越发的内疚，为了消除心理的阴影，
我认为我应该主动的接近妈妈，或许妈妈的女神形象会慢慢的替代妈妈的荡妇形
象，这样我才可以不胡思乱想。

我主动的替妈妈倒了杯水，并送到了她的面前，可妈妈却用怀疑的眼光看着
我，还笑着说：「今天太阳怎幺从西边出来了？」

「妈，你这是说哪去了。」

「你又想干什幺呀？说吧。」

「干什幺？什幺也不干啊。」

妈妈的话吓了我一跳，不知道她是不是知道了什幺？万一……」

「是不是逃课了？」

妈妈怎幺知道，不对了，我明明是请假了。

「没有啊。」

我坚决的否认。

「那你是想买什幺？」

妈妈又问。

原来妈妈只是在试探我啊，还好我够坚定，既然她认为我心里有鬼，不如我
就来个顺水推舟，「我想买一部手机。」

「你不是有手机吗？」

「那部手机我都用了好几年了，太旧了，什幺功能都没有，我想换部新的。
」

「买手机的事等你考完了试再说吧。」

妈妈好像有点不耐烦了，我也不再说下去。

回到了房间我没有任何感觉，要是平时我肯定会感到失落，可这次我却好像
什幺都没发生过一样，心情超乎意料的平静。

就这样平静的生活又开始了，可是好景不长，这天我打开ｑｑ，发现「乱伦
妈妈」

给我留了好多话，还说什幺想我，让我快联络她。

出于感情和我不够坚定的信念，我还是和她联系上了，我把做的那个噩梦告
诉了她，她却笑我说：「这是青春期男孩的通病，很正常，没什幺可怕的。」

话虽这幺说，可她不知道我家里的情况，如何她知道，或许就不会这幺说了
。

在和「乱伦妈妈」

的聊天中我总是感到快乐和刺激，渐渐的我又沉迷到禁忌的快乐中去，「乱
伦妈妈」

总有无数的花样吸引着我，我们的网交从床上发展到了厨房，浴室，阳台，
甚至是大街上，一幕幕香艳刺激的的画面和妈妈的性感丰腴的身体在脑海里不断
的翻滚播放。

「我们可以见面吗？」

终于一次我忍不住了，我不想再把妈妈当做意淫的对象了，我要真正的性爱
，我要女人，不然我会疯的，可对网络那一头我并没有太高的期望。

「为什幺？」

对方沉默了好一会后回答。

「虽然我们在网络上很快乐，可回到现实里，我还是觉得好空虚，你不是吗
？」

我大胆的说。

「其实我又何尝不是。」

想不到乱伦妈妈也这幺坦白。

「那我做你的情人好吗？」

我更加大胆的说。

「不，你还是个孩子，不应该这样。」

「你不是喜欢小孩子吗？你也说过和很多男孩做过的，我也要。」

我看得出「乱伦妈妈」

其实已经动了心，只不过还在犹豫而已。

「可我是个老女人。」

要是刚认识我相信她的这句话，可现在我不信了，从她对一些事物的看法来
判断，我相信她不仅不老，还是一个蛮新潮的女人。

「我不在乎。」

「你会失望的。」

「看不到你我更失望。」

我也不知道我什幺时候变得这幺滑头。

「乱伦妈妈」

又沉默了，可我相信她不会就这样和我拜拜的，果然几分钟后她说：「那好
吧，我们先见面，可做不做爱到时再决定。」

「时间，地点？」

那时我的心情不知用什幺形容好，如果天花板上有个洞我肯定能跳到天上去
。

「你们快考试了吧，等你考完了试再说吧，我不想耽误你的学习。」

我的热情之火顿时被扑灭了一半，离考试还有好几天，这可叫我怎幺过啊。

「你放心，我不会食言的，这几天你就努力学习吧。」

我彷佛在「乱伦妈妈」"I had relations with the boys, but at that time, I only thought about you. They were just substitutes for you, including
the 'good boys,' do you understand?"

Mom said seriously.

"Mom, don't say anymore, I was wrong, I won't do it again."

I lowered my head like a sinner.

Mom grabbed one of my hands and said, "Son, you did nothing wrong. If you did, it's Mom's fault
. Mom shouldn't have done such a stupid thing."

Mom's words exploded in my head, making me lose my bearings, unable to see the sky or the
ground. Did Mom want to tell me something? I was at a loss, not knowing how to talk to Mom.

We were both silent, as if separated by two different spaces. The

more I thought about it, the more confused I became, but in order to figure out what was going on, I mustered up my courage and said,
"Mom, I still don't quite understand."

"Xiaojun, tell Mom, what do you think about incest in real life?"

Mom asked in return.

"I...I don't...I don't have any opinion."

I answered timidly.

"If you have no opinion, then why did you go to the 'incestuous home'?"

"Once... I saw... I saw you... with a boy... I... I
couldn't help myself , so I..."

To understand my mother's true thoughts, I had no choice but to confess.

My mother paused, looked at me, then looked around. Suddenly, she unbuttoned the top two
buttons and pushed the collar up, revealing a snow-white cleavage. "Is it pretty?"

my mother asked boldly.

I felt a wave of panic. How could my mother do this in public?

"Do you think it's pretty?"

my mother asked again.

"Pretty."

I nodded reluctantly.

"Do you like it?"

"Yes."

"Xiao Jun, are you fantasizing about your mother's body and masturbating, like you said online?"

"Mom, I... I'm sorry."

My mother's question was too difficult for me to answer.

"Son, since it's already happened, it's too late for regrets. I know you're embarrassed, but
we can't carry this burden forever. I've thought it through; only by facing it can we find relief.
Don't be nervous, just say what you think. I'm ready."

I fell silent again. Mom had finally laid her cards on the table. What should I do? "Son, you know,
when we talk, I'm fantasizing about you masturbating. Do you think I'm shameless, lewd? But
why ? Because I'm a woman too, with emotions and desires. I haven't remarried all these years because I was afraid you wouldn't be able to accept
it, and even more afraid you'd suffer. So, I could only..."

Mom's monologue shocked me. I had never considered the immense grievances Mom felt. This was my failure as
a son . I always tried so hard to please her, but I never noticed her needs.

"Mom, let's go back to the dorm."

I was so afraid we wouldn't be able to control our emotions and would embarrass ourselves in public.

Mom nodded slightly.

On the way back to the dorm, we hugged each other like a couple, the only difference being that we didn't speak
or smile; we were more like comrades facing a raging fire together.

I carefully analyzed what my mother had just said. Although it was a bit incoherent, the intention was clear. But
what should I do? This wasn't a game. Although I had fantasized about her body countless times, it was still just
a fantasy . Now, the fantasy was about to become reality, and I wasn't prepared at all. I love my mother, and I believe she loves
me too. Why do we share the same hobby? Is it genetic, or is it fate? This is
too bizarre.

"Xiaojun, is there anything you want to say to your mother?"

My mother asked me as soon as we entered the dorm building.

"I don't know how to say it, Mom. Can we?"

After thinking about it all the way, I calmed down a lot.

"Why not? Do you remember what you promised your mother?"

My mother asked me in return.

"What is it?"

"You promised Mom that if your average score on the final exams wasn't above 90, you'd have to
do something for her. I didn't think of what to ask you to do then, but now I have. I want 'incestuous Mom' and
'good boy' to fulfill their unfinished date from last time. I don't think you'll go back on your word, will you?"

Mom formally made her request to me.

"But this is reality, not the internet. I'm afraid I might not handle it well."

"Son, Mom has thought about this too, but have you considered it? We live together like this, and we both have
these thoughts. How are we going to face this in the future? Do you want Mom to go find another lover outside?"

When Mom said this, her eyes revealed a warm and loving affection.

"Mom, what do you think we should do?"

I didn't want anyone to take Mom away again, so I decided to listen to Mom in everything.

"I've thought it through. What's meant to happen will happen, and what's not meant to happen can't be forced.
Why don't we try? If we can accept it, why not? If it really doesn't work, we'll
think of something else."

As she spoke, Mom gently hooked her arms around my neck and pressed her body close to mine.

I thought I would feel uncomfortable, but not at all. I only felt my heart pounding and my body temperature
rising. I couldn't help but hug Mom's waist, and she immediately pressed her fragrant lips
to mine . I didn't hesitate to stick out my tongue and entwine it with hers. I felt a light, floating
sensation; the taste was truly magical.

I don't know how long it lasted before we let go of each other. By then, Mom's face was covered in my saliva.

"Son, how did it feel?"

Mom asked shyly.

I nodded and said, "It felt wonderful."

"Me too."

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