My Mom is a Spy (Spy Mom) (01)

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My original name was Long Xiaoyun. I deeply understood the saying "chance determines everything" when I was 11 years old. The reason was this: when I graduated from elementary school at the age of 11, I suddenly received a call from

my former elementary school homeroom teacher during the summer vacation , asking me to come back to school. When I pushed open the classroom door, I found an uncle in a suit sitting next to my homeroom teacher. 　　My homeroom teacher introduced him to me as Mr. Wang. At that time, I never expected that he would be the person who would change my destiny. What happened afterward very bizarre and fast: 　　1. In the morning, I did an iq test paper and later found out that I got 167 points; 　　2. In the afternoon, Uncle Wang took me to a building that looked ordinary on the outside but was full of mystery inside. Uncle Wang only said three sentences to me: 　　(1) This is the Ministry of State Security. 　　(2) Your homeroom teacher is a member of our department. He introduced you to us and said that you are his favorite student and the smartest and bravest child he has ever seen; so we have decided to recruit you as a member of the Ministry of State Security. 　　(3) You have no other choice. Tianya is your code name. 　　From then on, my peaceful life underwent a dramatic change. By day, I was a model student in the eyes of my teachers and parents; by night and weekend, I underwent special training under the meticulous arrangements and cover of the security department. By the age of 16, I had mastered the use of various advanced weapons, could speak four languages, and was also proficient in karate and Jeet Kune Do. 　　Oh, and I should also introduce my family situation. I am an only child. My father, Long Hai, is the director of the Finance Bureau. He is usually very busy with work and rarely home, but he is a good father and cares deeply for my mother and me. My mother, Jin Guangmei, is a foreign affairs translator and is often away from home, but she is also a good mother. Our family values democracy; everyone has their own affairs. You could say it's a near-perfect family. 　　Because what happened between the ages of 11 and 16 was more bizarre than a movie plot, I was already used to it all. But on my 16th birthday, fate played another cruel joke on me. 　　In the morning, Uncle Wang told me that we were going to meet someone today, who would be my future work partner. I understood what "partner" meant; I was about to begin carrying out missions. I was both excited and nervous, but my face remained impassive; I had learned to keep my emotions hidden. However, the moment my partner pushed open the door, I turned pale. It was her—my mother, Jin Guangmei, a senior marketing manager at a foreign company, a high-level , a devoted wife and mother at home—and she was a spy! I could see the same astonishment on her face as mine. 　　In a flash, I punched Uncle Wang. He grabbed my fist, slammed me onto the table with a backhand grappling move, and shouted, "Xiaoyun, calm down. I only found out today too. We're all top-tier national agents. Everyone's identity is top secret. We operate in teams. The other members of your mother's team all died in the last operation, which is why she was transferred to our team." 　　I had no choice but to accept. Our first mission was to steal a confidential document from the Black Mouth Gang, Japan's third-largest organization . 　　Although all three of us wore smiles on our faces during my birthday celebration that evening, I knew only . She sat across from me, her eyes filled with a dreamy light. I realized that after living together for so many years, I knew so little about her, and perhaps she knew the same about me. Perhaps the shift in our made me re-evaluate her. She was beautiful, 168cm tall, a top student at a foreign language institute, kind and approachable—a model of the modern, intellectual woman. Because of her work , she was always fashionably dressed, often away on secret missions. 　　That evening, she came into my bedroom: "Xiaoyun, I can't tell you anything about the past, and I won't . At home, for your father's sake, can we continue as before? Outside, I hope we can cooperate and successfully complete our mission, okay?" 　　I nodded, but I knew our relationship could never go back to what it was before. 　　We arrived in Tokyo in two separate groups; she was a contracted translator for a foreign company, and I was a contestant in the World Junior Mathematics Competition. 　　In a small, unassuming restaurant in Tokyo, we met Uncle Wang, who introduced us to the Yamaguchi- gumi: The number one figure, Domoto Taro, was always elusive; the number two, Domoto Jiro, usually oversaw the group 's operations and was ruthless. The documents were kept in a safe in his residence. Domoto Jiro's house was heavily guarded , making infiltration extremely difficult. However, Domoto had a weakness: he was a womanizer. Because he had many enemies , he only brought women he fancied home for the night. 　　Our plan was for Mom to disguise herself as a geisha and infiltrate his residence to steal the confidential documents, while I would provide backup nearby. 　　When you step into the Velfarre dance hall in Roppongi, Tokyo, you immediately become someone Countless cool guys and hot girls dance wildly around you, and the deafening music gives you an electrifying feeling. This is a place of unbridled revelry, except for me, Long Xiaoyun. 　　As I cautiously swayed to the music, I kept glancing at the doorway. Then, my wrist sensor picked up a signal; I knew Uncle Wang was telling me Mom was coming in. The instant I looked up, my breath almost stopped. 　　Beneath her short blue hair were glittering gold earrings, red lips, and alluring, sexy eyes. Looking down, I saw Mom wearing a black miniskirt with thin straps, a very low neckline, and a floral-decorated bra and hem. The sheer fabric revealed two-thirds of her full breasts through a black bra. Her beautiful legs were clad in black fishnet stockings, and through the sheer fabric, I could see black thong underwear. In the instant she turned, her smooth, white back and half of her buttocks were revealed. 　　Was she still my mother? This was a question I'd asked myself ever since I learned she was my partner, but now it was even more glaring. Before this, she had been gentle, kind, and mature. Although we hadn't spent as much time together as other mothers and sons, our relationship had always been harmonious. But everything , especially now. She's sexy, fiery, and full of mystery; at 37, she looks at least 10 years younger. 　　I once saw a movie where an ordinary girl becomes incredibly sexy and alluring after transforming into an assassin—that kind of...

The transition was so natural. Was my mother the same? How did she become a spy? What kind of
past did she have that I didn't know about? I had to find out.

Although I felt a fire burning inside me, I could still see Dojiro arriving. He
was very conspicuous, his face indescribably ugly, his eyes gleaming with a predatory
desire . He quickly fixed his gaze on my mother, because she was so conspicuous.

My mother's movements were incredibly graceful; with each turn and step, her nipples were faintly visible, especially when she did high-stepping
movements. Her thong irresponsibly displayed most of her pubic hair to the audience. A large crowd had already gathered around
, and people were frequently making unwanted advances.

Domoto walked directly towards his mother. Those around him, sensing his imposing presence, instinctively moved aside.
His mother, however, seemed unfazed, continuing her frenzied dancing and occasionally thrusting her chest defiantly at Domoto. Domoto
seemed particularly aroused by this provocation. Without a word, he grabbed his mother's slender waist. His mother,
unwilling to yield, thrust her left knee into Domoto's groin. Domoto, as if anticipating this move,
grabbed and lifted her up, completely exposing her lower body,
revealing nothing except the thin string of her thong. Standing on one leg, his mother rained blows at Domoto's chest, but he immediately kissed
her red lips.

His mother, seemingly conquered, gave up resisting. Domoto's next move was even more unexpected:
his hand, still gripping her waist, ripped open her short skirt. My mother's body was suddenly exposed to everyone in a nearly naked state
. Her two high and erect breasts, light brown nipples, and two
white, plump buttocks outside her thong made everyone around her freeze in place as if under a spell, except for
me, who was almost grinding my teeth.

After tearing off my mother's skirt, Domoto did not stop. His hateful hand grabbed my mother's buttocks and lifted
her up hard, making her sit on his shoulder. He
strode . I followed him out immediately, of course.

(The following plot is told in the third person and using montage techniques)

(I)

Time: 12:00 AM

Location: Domoto's bedroom

Domoto stood upright, unzipped his pants, revealing his huge penis, and coldly looked at
Kim Dong-mi, who was only wearing a thong and black fishnet stockings. She knelt in front of him knowingly and gently touched
the head of Domoto's penis with her long, thin tongue.

Domoto made a strange, comfortable sound. He was an old hand at playing with women, but this woman gave him a
completely new feeling—mysterious, hot, sexy, and with superb tongue skills.

While giving him oral sex, Kim Dong-mi glanced around the room out of the corner of her eye. Her gaze stopped on a painting above
the desk . With her professional intuition, she felt there was something hidden behind the painting.

(II)

Time: 12:02 AM

Location: In the bushes outside Domoto's mansion

Long Xiaoyun silently counted the number of bodyguards. There were twenty-four in total.

"Mom, how are you? I can understand the necessary sacrifices a female spy makes at work. But you are
my mother. Between the roles of partner and mother, I still prefer the latter. Maybe I'm still a
newbie. Mom, you won't... I dare not think any further."

(III)

Time: 12:04 AM

Location: Domoto's bedroom

Kim Dong-mi had completely taken Domoto's masculine glans into her mouth and was sucking on it continuously.

"Xiaoyun, do you have some misunderstanding about your mother? I know there are too many things I should explain to you, but I really
can't tell you. The more you know, the more painful it will be. Be your own person, but please believe me on one thing: I
want to kill this person in front of me more than you do."

(IV)

Time: 12:05 AM

Location: The bushes outside the Tangben Mansion

"If there is no movement in 5 minutes, I will rush in. Although this is against the rules, I can't care about
anything else. Time is so long. This is the most difficult day of my life."

Long Xiaoyun thought as she grabbed the gun behind her back.

(V)

Time: 12:06 AM

Location: Tangben's bedroom

Jin Dongmei's sucking was very intense, giving Tangben a feeling of ascending to heaven. He persisted because no woman
had made him ejaculate within 15 minutes, not even the first time. When he looked down at this woman, he
met Jin Dongmei's charming eyes. He could no longer hold back, and a hot stream gushed out. He angrily
grabbed the woman's cheeks, wanting to make this woman who had conquered him drink all his semen.

The moment Kim Dong-mi swallowed the last drop of his viscous liquid, she suddenly stood up. She knew this was his most vulnerable
moment, her only chance. Her right fist swiftly struck Domoto's chin, and Domoto
collapsed to the ground without a second thought. Kim Dong-mi spat out the liquid in her mouth, trying her best to suppress
the urge to kill Domoto (because Uncle Wang said she couldn't kill him). She turned and walked towards the picture frame.

(VI)

Time: 12:10 AM

Location: In the bushes outside

Domoto's mansion The moment Long Xiaoyun stood up, he received a signal from Uncle Wang that his mother had successfully
escaped through the back window, where Uncle Wang was waiting for her.

Less than ten seconds later, a motorcycle sped past him. The rider was Uncle Wang, and his
almost naked mother was clinging to him.

Three seconds later, seven motorcycles followed. Long Xiaoyun leaped onto the last
motorcycle with lightning speed and easily snapped the rider's neck.

(VII)

Time: 12:15 AM

Location: Highway lane

After Long Xiaoyun killed one of the riders, two motorcycles turned and rushed towards him. Each rider was holding a
short knife. Long Xiaoyun drew his waist sword, drove the motorcycle forward, blocked the two knives, and kicked one of them down at the same time.

(8)

Time: 12:10 AM

Location: Highway lane

Kim Dong-mi turned to face her pursuers, holding two guns. As the shots rang out, two drivers slipped and fell to the ground. But she didn't have a chance to fire
a second shot. One of the drivers swung a long knife at her breasts. At that moment,
Kim Dong-mi made a precise judgment, leaping from the car and lunging at the driver instead of retreating.
In the instant they fell to the ground, she finished him off with his knife.

When she got up, a man holding a long knife stood in front of her. It was Dojimoto's first bodyguard, Yagyu Akira.

Facing Kim Dong-mi, who looked naked and like Daji resurrected in the moonlight, he slowly raised
the long knife .

After ten moves, a bloody gash appeared on Kim Dong-mi's white breast, the crimson blood making her even more alluring.
After twenty moves, Kim Dong-mi was knocked to the ground by Yagyu. Yagyu stepped on Kim Dong-mi's genitals, placed his steel knife
against her cleavage, and asked in Japanese, "If you don't want to die too painfully, tell me who you are."

Just then, the sound of a motorcycle came from behind. Yagyu flashed to the side like lightning, and at the same time, a gunshot rang out.
Long Xiaoyun could hardly believe how fast he had moved; almost no one in the highly skilled National Security Department possessed
such speed. Kim Dong-mi seized the opportunity to leap onto the motorcycle, and the two sped away.

Behind him, Liu Sheng removed his helmet, revealing a young and eerily handsome face. He took out his phone and said, "Boss,
they got away."

A voice came from the other end of the line: "Useless trash. If there's a next time, I'll never forgive you."

After hanging up, Liu Sheng forced a sinister smile, licked the blood-stained tip of his knife
, and muttered to himself, "You won't escape my grasp."

(The following events are now presented in the first person.)

I watched Uncle Wang bandage my mother's wounds, his large hands caressing her breasts as he
said , "This mission was a great success. You've worked hard. Don't worry, Qinghong (my mother's code name), there won't be
any scars."

I saw my mother remove her blue hood, revealing cloud-like black hair. Just moments ago, she was mysterious and sexy. Now, my
mind has been in turmoil these past few days because of my mother, who is also my colleague, Jin Dongmei. How did she become a spy?
What untold history lies behind her? Now, I realize our mother-son relationship isn't normal.
Perhaps it's because we both have too many secrets, and it always feels like we're wearing masks at home?

Perhaps it's because I've never been able to snuggle in her arms since I was five, and she and Dad have never had to worry about me growing up?
Maybe Mom is too busy; she doesn't have much time for me.

There's always a certain politeness between us, like a thick wall separating us. It wasn't so obvious before we
knew , but now we both clearly feel it. It's clear Mom has been in this line of work for a long time; she's
experienced and quick-witted. I can sense that in her work. If she weren't my mother, I would consider her a
good partner. But at home, we have nothing to say to each other, trying every possible way to avoid each other. This kind of life
is driving me crazy. I haven't been able to sleep for days, so I asked Uncle Wang to arrange for me to see
a psychologist.

Chen Mengran, female, 35 years old, short hair, wearing crystal glasses and a white Chinese-style suit, is both
the best psychologist in the Security Department and one of its most mysterious figures. I spent two hours talking
to the mother of the woman.

"Your situation is indeed quite special; it's the first time I've
seen . Your problem is that you're not an ordinary person; you lacked a carefree childhood and adolescence.

But you're not the only genius. If you had grown up in an ordinary family, perhaps there wouldn't have been such a big
problem . The key is that your mother is also a spy, and now you're partners."

"I know that. I just want to know how to resolve this."

"There are four solutions: First, have your mother tell you everything about her past,
breaking down the barriers between you."

"That's impossible. The security department has rules; she can't tell me everything."

"Second, you often come to me to confide in me. I can hypnotize you to help you sleep, but that only
treats the symptoms, not the root cause. And over time, your mental stress will only increase. This is just a temporary measure
to buy time for a turning point."

"I can't wait for a vague turning point."

"Third, I can ask my superiors to assign you to different groups."

"But the problem remains, what about the fourth one?" I looked into her slender eyes, feeling a sense of
wisdom and mystery within them. I sensed that the fourth path was my only way out, but it was definitely something I hadn't considered.

"Make her your woman." Her tone was completely flat when she said this.

"What?" I exclaimed for the first time in four years.

"Tianya, to be honest, your mother-son relationship is completely destroyed, and there's no hope of it ever
being restored . Moreover, you can't escape it; you'll be living together day and night from now on. If you can't establish
another kind of relationship between you, your mind will become increasingly chaotic, and you'll go insane sooner or later. So, only by changing your mother-son relationship
to a romantic one can your mind reach another point of balance. This is the only way out right now, no,
this is your only way out now and in the future."

I suddenly pulled her up from her seat and pinned her against the wall. The distance between us was less than two inches. She
was voluptuous and tall, her high breasts rhythmically heaving beneath her Chinese-style suit. I
saw my almost wounded, beast-like expression and a hint of pity. A quarter of an hour later, her gaze calmed me down. I
turned, said "I'm sorry," and left.

In that quarter of an hour, I made up my mind. Since fate always seemed to be playing tricks on me, this was the only way
. Yes, since we hadn't established a normal mother-son relationship from the beginning,
there was no point 　　　　　　　　　　　. Perhaps I was already deeply attracted to my mother when I saw her hot and sexy side in Tokyo. It turned out that the mother-son
relationship was a shackle on my heart. Unlocking it made me feel so light, even a
sense .

When I got home, my father wasn't back yet. She was cooking in the kitchen, dressed in her pajamas. I casually walked
over to . "Mom, let me help."

My tone startled her. "No need, it'll be ready soon."

During the meal, we were completely opposite. She barely ate, while I wolfed down my food.

"Mom, I want us to go dancing after dinner."

"Huh!" She didn't immediately understand.

"You're a great dancer. I'd like to learn; it might come in handy later."

"That's not a good idea. What if someone recognizes us…?"

"Hehe, have you forgotten what we do? Just put on some makeup, and Dad's away on a business trip."

"Okay then."

"Mom, dress up as a hot girl." Before my mother could answer, I went inside.

I put on a fake beard, tidied my hair, and looked five or six years older than usual, wearing
a cool leather jacket. My mother wore a red wig and a semi-transparent lace blouse, through which
I could vaguely see her erect nipples and fair breasts. Most of her lower abdomen was exposed, and she wore a very
short skirt, only 25 centimeters long, barely covering her genitals—almost naked from the waist down.
She wore black high heels and heavy makeup, looking every bit the sexy woman.

When we entered the dance hall, no one suspected we were a young couple, and most people were attracted to
my mother 's sex appeal.

We danced to the music, and I gradually noticed more and more people around us. This was because my mother
's blouse was very light, and the skirt was too short; whenever she twirled, her entire lower abdomen and fair legs
were exposed , possibly including her thong underwear. My mother seemed used to all of this; she led me
, spinning faster and faster to the music. Gradually, I felt an erection. My hands slipped inside her blouse, caressing her
smooth, creamy skin. I felt like I had entered another world.

Five years of espionage have burdened me with far too much for a child my age, even making me
forget the sexual awakenings of youth. Tonight, all of that has come crashing down on me. I'm going to get
back everything I've lost. Maybe my mother feels the same way; has she lost as much as I have?

Just then, I sensed something amiss. A dozen or so thugs surrounded me. One of them pulled
me two meters away. "Get out of my way, kid," he said, glaring at me fiercely.

"Little sister, let's play," the others started whistling, and several hands reached for my mother.
She didn't seem to care. When one hand wrapped around her smooth back, she precisely struck the man's
right rib . The guy collapsed to the ground without even a groan. At the same time, I slapped the back of the neck of the man who had pulled me.
Before the others could react, my mother and I were already down to four or five men each. The whole thing
took only four seconds. I grabbed my mother and ran out of the dance hall, leaving chaos behind us.

We drove to the beach, and Mom suddenly burst into laughter, as did I. She revealed a lively and
innocent side of herself; I never expected her to have this side.

We silently gazed at the sea, drinking wine, and felt the distance between us shrink considerably. Mom
gently walked up to me and hugged me tightly. I was a few centimeters shorter than her. She leaned her head slightly on my
shoulder and said, "Xiaoyun, you're so handsome, you look just like him." Her eyes were both dreamy and affectionate, yet also
mysterious, like the moon in the empty night sky. If Chen Mengran's words had opened the floodgates of emotion, then at this moment I truly felt
I had fallen in love with Jin Dongmei. This was my first love, and I involuntarily opened my arms and hugged her tightly.

Suddenly, Mom looked up and offered her fragrant lips. We kissed passionately. Her lips were warm and moist, her tongue
small and agile. I felt dizzy. My left hand climbed onto her breast; it was the first time I had ever touched
a woman's breast, and the feel was incredible.

After a long while, she seemed to wake from a dream. "Let's go back," she said, pulling away from my embrace
. It

wasn't until I got on the bus that I suddenly remembered that Mom had said I resembled "him." Who is "him"? Who is
"him"? What is the relationship between "him" and Mom? Although this is a big mystery, I can at least
deduce two things: first, "him" is a very important person to Mom; second, "him"
occupies an important place in Mom's past. Back home, I was about to ask her who "he" was when my mother interrupted
, saying , "Go to sleep, we'll receive our second mission tomorrow." (

To be continued

) Good work! I wonder when the next part will be released. Supporting you! Is this 1"8?
So short! Don't keep us in suspense! The theme is novel, the author is truly ingenious, encouragement! Please don't abandon it, keep writing! Good article, very detailed descriptions, looking forward to the next part. Good article, looking forward to the sequel! Please don't abandon it, keep writing! The concept is indeed very unique. It seems this kid's father cheated on him. Maybe this kid was conceived by his mother during a mission! Very good article, looking forward to the sequel. Please publish it soon! Not bad, not bad...waiting for your sequel. It seems like it will be very good to read. Good concept, spy plus incest, quite attractive, but each chapter is too short. Keep it up!

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