Mom, why are you spying on my privacy?

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

I discovered that the things in my drawer had been moved. For a long time, I knew exactly where everything I put inside was. Now, not only were the positions different, but something seemed to be missing. I immediately checked—oh no… my diary… was gone. My so-called secret drawer was just a large wooden box where I kept my personal belongings since I was little. In elementary school, it held comic books, but after I started reading pornographic books in middle school, I locked it and made a pact with my mother not to look at my personal collection. Over the years, I constantly changed the contents of my collection. After high school, I accidentally saw my mother changing clothes, and from then on

, I became obsessed with her body. Besides collecting a considerable number of incestuous novels, books, videotapes, DVDs, and my mother's sexy panties, I also wrote my sexual fantasies about her in my diary. At first, I was furious and wanted to rush into my mother's room to confront her about breaking her promise. However, after calming down, I thought that since things had already come to this point, any reaction from me would only make our relationship more awkward. I decided to pretend I didn't know and observe my mother's reaction first. So I left my room and tiptoed to my mother's door. The light shining through the crack in the door showed that she was still reading, probably my diary filled with sexual confessions about my mother. I quietly walked to the living room, opened and closed the front door, letting it make a sound to indicate that I was back. Just as I slammed

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

Mom was pretending to be asleep and didn't respond. I thought to myself that the diary was probably still hidden under the blanket. I quietly went back to my room to get a change of clothes and went to the bathroom to shower. I usually shower for about twenty minutes, but actually, I didn't shower in the bathroom. I wanted to give Mom time to put the diary back, because I guessed she was probably worried that I would find the diary missing after showering, and it might be too late if we waited until tomorrow. I turned on the tap to make the sound of running water and deliberately sang a song to indicate that I was showering, but actually, I was observing Mom's actions in her room through the crack in the bathroom door. A little while later, sure enough, Mom also tiptoed out of her room, carrying my diary. After she came out of my room and went back to her own, I left the bathroom and went back to my room.

The first thing I did, of course, was to open the hidden drawer to check. Sure enough, it had been put back, obviously in a hurry, and it was even upside down. I barely slept that night, my mind racing, trying to figure out how to handle this. It was obvious my mother would pretend nothing had happened, and although I hadn't written in my Oedipus diary every day, it had grown quite thick over the years. Especially after starting university, my infatuation with my mother's mature body had reached an uncontrollable level.

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

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

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

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

My mother seemed a little uneasy. After showering, I couldn't wait to go back to my room and open the hidden drawer. Sure enough, the hair on the spine of the book had fallen out; Mom had indeed come to take it again. Besides that, I noticed something else: the panties I kept from my mother suddenly became shiny and were neatly folded into a stack. I picked them up and looked at them; they were still slightly warm, as if they had just been taken out of the dryer. "How come..."

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

After writing it, I put a hair on the paper and locked it. The next day, I deliberately woke up earlier than my mother, then let my erect penis stick out of my underwear and covered it with the sheet. After a while, Mom got up too, and as usual, she lifted my blanket to call me. I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep, hearing Mom walk over step by step, and then, sure enough, she lifted my sheet. I closed my eyes and imagined her expression at that moment. Time passed second by second, and Mom didn't make any further movements. Five minutes passed, and I finally couldn't help but open my eyes and peek. I found Mom staring blankly at my penis as if possessed. I thought to myself, I succeeded, but this can't go on forever, so I deliberately turned over, and Mom hurriedly covered herself with the sheet as if she had just woken up from a dream. "Xiao...Xiao Jun...wake up."

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

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

She seemed a little dazed. I deliberately reached out to pull back the sheet. My mother saw this and hurriedly turned around, looking incredibly awkward. I felt it was a bit cruel to tease my beloved mother like this, so I quickly got dressed. That evening, I made an excuse to stay until after eight o'clock to give my mother some time to read my diary. When I got back, my mother was taking a shower. I quickly went back to my room and opened the hidden drawer. Sure enough, my mother had read my new confession. I also found a style of panty I had never seen before among the other panties. My heart pounded. I picked it up and looked at it closely. Wow...it was a pair of almost completely transparent black mesh panties. Could it be...a gift from Mom? I was so excited I almost jumped for joy. My mother not only condoned my actions but also provided sponsorship, which was utterly absurd.

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

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

"Ready, ready!"

Mom said as she walked out of the bathroom. The clothes she was wearing almost made me unable to look away. It turned out that Mom was only wearing a thin vest and a pair of white briefs, and with the wet droplets on her body, she was almost transparent. Two nipples were clearly visible through the thin shirt, and the thong below, soaked through at the groin, revealed her dark pubic hair. This was the first time I'd ever seen her dressed like this. "Xiao Jun... don't look..."

Mom's face was flushed, whether from embarrassment or the lingering heat from her shower, or perhaps both! I gave Mom a knowing smile before entering the bathroom. Mom was already starting to adjust herself. Once inside, as I took off my clothes and was about to toss them into the laundry basket, I suddenly noticed a pair of apple-green lace thongs prominently displayed on top. They were so obvious that I could see a pool of milky-white, sticky substance in the middle of the fabric without even looking down. To determine if it was detergent, I picked it up and smelled it. A faint, fishy odor wafted up. I realized Mom must have masturbated before I got back. That pool of fluid was what they called vaginal discharge. And it seemed Mom deliberately showed it to me, making me completely certain that the change in our mother-son relationship was already imminent; it was just a matter of who would shoot the arrow first. Back in my room, I took out my diary again, wanting to leave a few more words for Mom, but found another note tucked inside. It read: "Xiaojun, Mom wants to borrow the top-of-the-line videotape from you. Put it in the VCR, and I'll come out to watch it at midnight. But you have to promise me you won't come out. Take it back tomorrow morning."

I looked at the videotape on the top shelf; it was covered in incomprehensible Japanese, the only clear thing being the title: "Mother-Son Incest

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

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

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

Mom's voice became more and more lewd, almost making me unable to control myself and lift her legs to thrust my penis hard into Mom's vagina. "Ah...ah...no...no...ah..."

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

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

I understood what Mom meant, so I closed my eyes again, letting her do as she pleased. What a beautiful weekend morning! Mom kept stroking my penis with her hand, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, teasing me until I almost couldn't resist picking her up and having sex with her. A moment later, I secretly opened my eyes and saw Mom had closed them, looking completely absorbed. She then rubbed her cheek against my penis, and finally, she slowly stuck out her tongue and began licking the glans, then opened her mouth and took my entire penis into her mouth. Wow! What a comfortable feeling! Mom's mouth was like a suction cup, sucking up and down. "Slurp...slurp..."

The sounds of sucking continued from my mother's mouth. A moment later, she took my testicles into her mouth, sucking in and out from left and right. After a few minutes, I couldn't hold back any longer, and while my mother was sucking my penis again, a stream of semen shot into her mouth. I heard a gulp as my mother swallowed it, then licked the area around my penis clean before turning and leaving. When I got up, I found the diary open on the desk. On a new page, my mother had written something: "Yesterday's videotape was very good, but that mother and son were so foolish in the end. No one knew, so why did they commit suicide? Talking about ethics and morality is just self-deception. Don't you think so? If I were that mother, I would change my name and take my beloved son and run away to a place where no one knows me!" "

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

It seems my mother's thinking is even more open than mine; she's already thought of a backup plan. Then I don't need to worry about anything. What was Mom up to? What gift was she going to give me? I couldn't figure it out. Finally, noon arrived, and I rushed home. As I entered, I saw Mom's high heels; she'd come home early. Passing her room, I saw a note on the door that read, "Xiao Jun, come in, the gift is in the room."

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

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

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

"Mom..."

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

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

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

"Want... want Mom what?"

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

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

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

Mom became bolder and bolder. "Yes, yes, I want it so badly."

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

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

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

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

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

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

My mother took the initiative to hug me tightly, kissing my entire face. I reached into my mother's panties, which were only tied with a ribbon, and stroked her pubic hair. "Xiao Jun, come...smell it."

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

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

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

Mom started moaning again in pleasure. "Hmm...ah...Xiao Jun...my little husband...Mom...so good...faster...Mom wants...faster..."

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

"Does Mom like it?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Seeing that I was almost done, I stopped teasing her.

With a "plop," my entire penis slid into my mother's vagina. "Ah...it hurts...it hurts...be gentle...slow down...don't move...good son...Mom hasn't been inside for over ten years...it's so tight inside...you have to be gentle..."

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

So I lifted Mom's legs onto my shoulders and began thrusting. So beautiful, so wonderful, Mom's body was truly a masterpiece. "Ah...ah...so wonderful...dear son...Mom is so beautiful...so beautiful...you're making Mom feel so good...Mom regrets...not reading...your diary...otherwise...I would have already...done it with you..."

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

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

"Mom...son feels so good...fucking your own mother...so good...how about you...being penetrated by your own son...with his penis...the place that gave birth to him...how does it feel..."

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

"Mom...I don't want to...I don't want you to marry me...we want to be mother and son forever...mother and son committing incest...son fucking mother...this feeling...is so good..."

"Ah...yes...yes...I don't want to marry...you...don't call you husband...I want to call you my dear son...my dear son fucking my dear mother...oh...that's great...fuck me...son...my darling son...you're fucking me...I'm dying...I can't take it anymore...it's too exciting...hurry...rush...I'm coming...hurry...come out with me...ah...ah..."

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

, I just want to take my gift back to the room."

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

Mom said coquettishly, then let me hold her. After returning to the room, the mother and son were naked on the bed, caressing each other. I think perhaps both my son and I harbor a hidden, pleasurable anticipation of incestuous sex, a desire that, once the mask of societal morality is torn away, will flow like a river bursting its banks. I took out the hidden box and retrieved all the secrets. Since the secret is no longer a secret, I thought we should let it become our shared secret. But my mother had a different opinion.

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

"This... okay! I'll listen to you."

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

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

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

"Mom, I love you."

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

"I will, Mom, I promise you, but…"

"But what?"

"Today doesn't count, starting tomorrow."

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

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

. "Come on!"

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

We sat naked on the sofa. The videotape depicted an incestuous story between a mother and son during the month the husband was away on business abroad. Initially, the son spied on his mother showering and changing clothes. Then, one night, while his mother was asleep, he raped her. During the rape, the mother became extremely aroused, taking the initiative and actively cooperating with her son's thrusts, constantly changing positions and teaching him sexual techniques.

At the beginning of the video, Mom was already stroking my penis, but her eyes remained fixed on the screen. Just as the video showed the mother turning over, kneeling on the bed, and raising her buttocks, asking her son to penetrate her from behind, my mother also got up and knelt on the sofa, raising her buttocks to reveal her hairy vulva, just like the mother on the screen. "Come on, Xiaojun, do it too."

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

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

The mother on the TV screen was moaning, and my mother was also desperately making lewd noises, the lewdness intertwining into an indescribable scene. This kind of stimulation was truly extraordinary. "Ah...ah...sizzle...sizzle...ah...ah...sizzle...sizzle..."

"Mom...you're so great...how...how could you come up with such an...idea...so great...so good..."

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

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

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

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

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

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

Then, following the TV drama's plot, I lifted my mother up completely, and she used her legs to clamp my waist. I stood up and thrust into my mother's vagina while suspended in the air. "Ah...ah...sizzle...sizzle...my dear son...the videotape wasn't...it wasn't lying...it really feels so good...ah...Mom's pussy...it's...it can't take it anymore...ah...oh my god...son...Mom's flying...it feels like I'm flying...ah...oh my god...it's...it's coming...ah...ah...it's...it's coming...I'm giving it to you...my dear son..."

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

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

Her pussy was quite sensitive after the orgasm. "Mom, was it good?"

"Jun, Mom felt very good, thank you!"

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

"But you haven't ejaculated yet?"

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

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

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

"Silly boy! Why would I lie to you? Of course! When I'm doing business, I socialize and entertain, and many big bosses are pursuing me. But whenever I get close to those well-dressed, greasy-haired men, no matter how much perfume they wear, I can always smell their stench. And no matter how they try to hide it, their lecherous looks are impossible to conceal. It disgusts me, but for the sake of business, I still have to socialize with them, sigh!"

"Mom, I'm so sorry for you."

I kissed my mother's hair affectionately. "Jun, for the past ten years or so, Mom has relied on masturbation to satisfy her needs. But only today did I fully realize that the difference between masturbation and real intercourse is like night and day. You know what? It's not that Mom has a lot of ideas, it's just that Mom also relies on sexual fantasies to achieve orgasm."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Mom... you mean... your sexual fantasies are about me... you're lying!"

"You're such a fool. The first time you masturbated with my underwear, you ejaculated all over it and put it back without cleaning it. It's my own underwear, don't you think I can tell? Another time you slept in my underwear and forgot to take it off. When I woke you up in the morning, I found the lace mesh was torn. The next day you thought you'd gotten away with it and put it back. You're such a fool."

His mother exposed his embarrassing moments from puberty, leaving him speechless. "I thought it was just a natural part of puberty for boys. For the next few years, I was busy with my career and didn't pay attention. Even if a few pairs of underwear went missing, I didn't care, thinking it would be fine after puberty. But after reading your diary that day, I realized your love for me hasn't changed; in fact, it's become stronger, and it's stirred up my…sexual fantasies about you. Actually, ever since that time I fantasized about you raping me and had an orgasm, I've gotten used to you. I think about you all the time. If you don't believe me, I'll show you something, and you'll understand."

Mom, while speaking, stroked my penis again. "Until yesterday, this was the second time I'd seen your penis. It's even thicker and bigger than it was in middle school."

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

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

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

"Wait a minute."

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

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

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

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

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

Mom's tongue passionately entered my mouth and stirred, then sucked my tongue into her mouth. Her hands and legs tightly wrapped around my body. "Mmm...mmm...mmm...whoosh..."

Being kissed passionately by my mother was a completely different feeling from kissing her myself. I fully felt her love and desire. The kiss lasted for nearly ten minutes before my mother reluctantly pulled away from my lips, which reignited our desire. We didn't say anything more. We exchanged a glance, and my mother rolled over and lay face down on the pillow, raising her buttocks and spreading her legs, allowing me to see her pink vulva more clearly. It was so beautiful, so beautiful, completely white and tender, unlike the dark and ugly vulvas in pornographic pictures. My mother's pubic hair was soft and thick, and the touch was as comfortable as a lush green lawn. I lowered my head in a daze to kiss it and lick it. Just when my mother could no longer bear it, I held my mother's plump buttocks and,

with a "plop," inserted my penis into my mother's dripping vulva. That day, my mother and I had sex non-stop. She climaxed again and again. Because she told me it was her safe period, I recklessly ejaculated into her vagina, scalding her uterus, the place that had once nurtured me. My mother's bold moans seemed never to stop, uttering every lewd word she knew. With my guidance, it became even more depraved. This woman, my own mother, my completely liberated sexual partner—I was certain that all the ultimate sexual pleasure was here. What more could I ask for than a celestial beauty? Our sex didn't end until 10 p.m. We were almost completely drained of our fluids. The sofa, the floor, and our bed were covered in traces of our debauchery, especially my bed, which was strewn with pubic hair from our intense intercourse. After having some snacks, we fell asleep in each other's arms. The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes the next morning was a full, round bottom, wearing a tight pink panty that clung to the bulging flesh in the middle, creating a deep slit. "Oh... Mom... Good... Morning,"

Mom was straddling me, sucking on my penis, which was how she woke me up. "Mmm... Good... Child... Mmm..."

Mom said, then took it back in. I let Mom do as she pleased, only reaching out to bring her full buttocks towards my face, and starting to lick the slit through the panty. "Mom... Didn't you say... starting today... we'd go back to our normal routine?"

"Mom forgot today is Sunday. From now on, Sundays are no longer part of our agreement; holidays are ours. Okay?"

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

I couldn't be happier. It was another beautiful morning, and we had another frenzied sexual encounter before eating breakfast. That day we tidied up the house, and Mom moved all her underwear into my room. Then we played a game. Mom strung several long ropes in my room and called me out. She called me back in a little while later, and I was immediately captivated by the spectacular sight before me. Mom had hung up all her panties, one by one. I counted—at least a hundred different kinds, all sorts of sexy underwear in various colors. Mom has so many quirky ideas, and this was just one of many ways she added spice to our relationship.

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

While introducing the fabrics, she even acted as a model, showing me each piece and letting me feel the texture. I caressed her while feeling it. The sensation was intoxicating. That day, aside from my mother constantly changing her panties and bra, we were almost completely naked together. To prevent me from getting tired of her body and to maintain the allure, my mother always kept a set of lingerie on. I completely agreed with her; the subtle allure was definitely more stimulating than complete nudity.

Later, Mom kept only one set of clothes for herself; the rest she neatly folded and packed away, separating the bras and panties into more than a dozen stacks on my bookshelf. But what puzzled me was that she had labeled each stack with numbers: 1…2…3…4…5…. When I asked her why, she playfully only said two words: "Secret…Secret." Before

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

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

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

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

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

Good heavens! What is this? North latitude? South latitude? East longitude? West longitude? But even if there were such coordinates, there wouldn't be such a map! I racked my brains, still unable to figure it out when I left the house. During my lunch break, I reviewed yesterday's events again, hoping to find some clues. Mom is really cunning, what kind of question is that! Suddenly, I had an idea. In the afternoon, I couldn't wait to go home and see Mom's masterpiece from yesterday: rows of underwear labeled with numbers. "Northern Hemisphere" refers to the bras on top, 75 is the fifth item in the seventh row, "Southern Hemisphere" refers to the panties on the bookshelf below, and 18 is the eighth item in the first row. Sure enough, I first took out the fifth bra in the seventh row, and there was a note inside that read: "21:00"

. I found the time. Then I took out the eighth panty in the first row, an extremely provocative black lace panty, and there was also a note inside that read: "Do you like this panty? Mom will wear it for you. Kitchen."

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

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

I saw the joy on Mom's face when she saw me go in turn turn into disappointment. "Okay, you wait outside first, I'll cook something for you."

Mom's voice even sounded very frustrated. Just as Mom turned around to turn on the stove, I took out the panties, hugged her from behind, and showed them to Mom. "Oh! You're teasing Mom... teasing me on purpose... you're so naughty..."

Mom said with a burst of joy and a coquettish tone. "Mom, you're so clever, how could your son be stupid!"

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

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

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

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

After a while, we changed from standing to Mom kneeling on the floor tiles, and then I lifted Mom onto the sink and thrust hard. And so, Mom and I completed another round of passionate and pleasurable intercourse. Before bed, I was filled with anticipation, looking forward to another climax the next day. In this challenging and exciting atmosphere, my mother and I enjoyed our daily lovemaking. Of course, it wasn't like this every day. Sometimes when she wasn't feeling well or was too tired from work, although she would still test me as agreed, I would pretend I couldn't guess the answers so she could rest. And Mom, of course, understood, feeling warmed by my tenderness and thoughtfulness. The deep love between us, mother and son, had long since transcended the ordinary love between a man and a woman for sex. However, I truly admired Mom's endless stream of ideas; sometimes simple, sometimes difficult, but she always went to great lengths to add spice to life. For example, once she simply wrote "ice" in her diary

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

One more difficult instance truly amazed me. For example, once Mom wrote in her diary: "x-1023 00:56:38."

I was completely baffled. What did x-1023 represent? Was 00:56:38 a time? 12:56:38 AM? Impossible, I still have to solve x-1023 first. I finally focused on the sexual aspect because of the letter "x," and found a

videotape titled "Adulterous Mother" among a pile of videotapes on the bookshelf. The number on it was x-1023, so 00:56:38 must be the playback time. I rewound the videotape, reset it to zero, and fast-forwarded. The numbers on the videotape spun rapidly until 00:56:38, where I paused. The subtitle on the screen read: "After dinner, Mom is waiting for you in the room. Come on over!"

It was a scene in the video where the mother was proposing to her son. Puzzles like these made me feel willing even if I couldn't solve them, and the satisfaction after solving them was even greater. There was even a time when I only solved the puzzle when the time was up. That time, the mother's message only contained

the letters "pc." Of course, I immediately thought of a computer, so as soon as I got home, I turned on the computer to find the answer. But after searching through all the erotic pictures and articles I had collected, I still couldn't find it. Then I thought of using the date to find it; maybe Mom had created a text file and hidden it in that directory. So I locked the date to the most recent few days, but I was afraid Mom would change the date after typing it. Finally, I found one, but it was a directory, not a file, named `myde`. I excitedly opened it, only to find a bunch of subdirectories starting with 'a'. After checking them all, I realized only the `ars` directory had anything; the others were empty. I thought to myself, Mom must have created countless subdirectories, but the answer was finally about to appear. I finally opened the last directory, named `irty`, and there was a text file inside. Finally, I solved it! But when I opened the text file, I saw the words: "Good luck! Almost there!" Oh

my god! What?! I tried again to find clues, but it was still no use. I couldn't help but curse the Windows 95 system screen. I jumped into DOS and searched again. After going in one by one without finding anything, I suddenly noticed a string of text on the screen:

c:mydearsonmomwantyoufuckmeibathroomatseven-thirty.

I had a flash of inspiration. I copied it down and went back to Windows 95 because directory names in Windows 95 can be case-sensitive, but this isn't visible in DOS. So I combined all the directory names, and the result was:

c:mydearsonmomwantyoufuckmeibathroomatseven-thirty .

Separating them, it became:

mydearson.momwantyoufuckmeinbathroom,atseven-thirty.

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

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

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

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

"Okay!"

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

Mom held onto the bathtub with both hands, occasionally turning her head to look at me with alluring eyes. "Ah... Jun... good son... you... are you helping Mom wash... bathe... or washing Mom's pussy like this..."

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

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

wanted to give me her anus; perhaps it was another way of expressing love. Women all want to give their first time to the person they love most. I pulled my penis out of her vagina and lifted it upwards, gently pressing it against her anus. "Coming... Mom..."

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

Mom screamed in pain. I stopped immediately, but actually only the head of my penis had gone in. "Mom, seeing how uncomfortable you are, let's stop, okay?"

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

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

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

My penis was completely inside Mom's anus. This feeling of being tightly surrounded by flesh walls was really very comfortable. A little while later… “Jun…Mom has finally given you her first time…Mom will always be yours…Are you comfortable?”

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

“No…Come on…Try thrusting…Mom’s a little sore…”

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

As I thrust, I inserted my fingers into Mom’s vagina and kneaded her clitoris. “Ah…So…So beautiful…Good son…This feeling…It’s so stimulating…God…God…Jun…Mom…Both of Mom’s vaginas…You’ve fucked them all…Ah…Ah…Son…Dear son…Mom is going crazy…You’re so good…You’re so good at fucking…”

After thrusting for a while, I suddenly pulled out and then inserted my penis into Mom’s vagina. "Ah... Jun... don't you like Mom... your new little hole...?"

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

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

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

Mom also reached orgasm at the same time. Our sex life between mother and son, thanks to Mom's hard work in creating fun, not only did we not get tired of it, but it became sweeter and sweeter. Also, because of the proper adjustment, even when we went out together, we never showed anything unusual. Mom would often give me special praise after we came back from our outings, allowing me to have sex with her without having to solve any puzzles. We didn't plan to elope and get married. Firstly, our tacit understanding prevented anyone from suspecting us. Secondly, my mother said that once we got married, we would no longer be mother and son, but husband and wife. We both enjoyed the pleasure of incestuous sex between mother and son, which deviated from worldly morality. Therefore, having sex under the guise of mother and son was more exciting than being husband and wife. We both loved this excitement and had incestuous blood flowing in our veins.

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