[Light Fishy] Author: Luanwu Yan

page views:1 Publication date:2023-03-24

Author: Luanwu Yan
Word Count: 62806

(I)

I've been living with that man for over three years. Since their divorce three years ago, I've been
living with him, while I only see my mother once or twice a month. Although we
don't see each other often, I know that my mother's love for me hasn't
diminished at all because of her separation from that man. In fact, it has increased.

The meeting with my mother was scheduled for the afternoon. I quickly tidied myself up and went to the agreed-upon coffee shop to meet
her . She was as always, her neatly styled black hair piled up at the back of her head, wearing a black business
suit that immediately caught my eye. The business suit didn't accentuate her figure, but it made her look slender and elegant,
giving her an ethereal air.

She slowly sat down in front of me and ordered coffee. Then, as usual, she asked about my recent situation. I gave vague
answers, lying that the man was treating me very well, and told her to focus on her work and life. Seeing her warm eyes and
the fine wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, my heart clenched.

"Let me accompany you shopping today," I suggested. She paused slightly, clearly not expecting me
to say that, and after a moment's thought, said, "I didn't realize my son had grown up so much." Seeing
the increasingly warm gaze in her eyes, I couldn't help but feel secretly gratified by my suggestion.

But after only a short while, I was already feeling exhausted. Perhaps men are just not naturally suited for shopping.

I felt dizzy and disoriented. My mother seemed to sense my predicament and suggested ending our shopping trip for the day.
Not wanting smiled and said I just needed to use the restroom, letting her continue shopping. Then, to
cover up my lie, I quickly made my escape from her sight after agreeing on a meeting place.

Wandering aimlessly among the rows of shops, a dress in a glass display case suddenly caught my
eye. A V-shaped opening, a white corset, and layers of skirt—for some reason, the image of my mother wearing this dress suddenly appeared in my
mind . Her black hair was loose, her eyes were quiet, her shoulders were sharply defined, her legs were straight
, and she looked delicate and languid. She was so virtuous that one couldn't bear to defile her. Almost without hesitation, I took out my
not-so-bulky wallet and bought it.

When I met up with my mother, I noticed the joy in her eyes when she saw me carrying the packed dress.

I secretly felt proud. "A gift for you," I said, handing her the bag. Her smile
deepened , and the corners of her mouth turned up. Her lips had a beautiful sheen, not from lipstick or any other decoration,
but from natural lip gloss, which captivated me. But my mother said, "You don't earn much yourself. You
just started working at the company, and you'll have many expenses."

Listening to her nagging, I suddenly felt a surge of happiness. "Mom, let's not eat out today. I
want to eat at your place. I haven't had your cooking in a long time," I suggested.

"What's wrong? Is there something inconvenient?" I asked cautiously, noticing my mother's slightly furrowed brow.

"No, how could it be inconvenient?" My mother hesitated for a moment, then seemed to have made up her mind before saying
, "Tell me, what do you want to eat? I'll cook for you tonight."

Hearing that my mother agreed to my suggestion, I was overjoyed and quickly said, "I
like ."

So, my mother and I went to the market together, something we hadn't done in a long time. We bought the usual ingredients and headed towards her place.

It was a bit far from the new district center. The older houses there gave me a sense of security.

"Look, she's just a pretentious slut." "I knew it, a woman like her has probably slept with
countless ." "Sigh... In my day, she would have been thrown into a pig cage long ago." My mother and I walked into
the neighborhood side by side, overhearing a group of old women gossiping. I looked up at my mother; her eyes were red, and her shoulders were
trembling . Remembering her hesitation and unease when I told her I was coming to her place, I suddenly understood
something and glared fiercely at the group of gossipy women. I felt a pang of heartache for my mother, who was willing to be humiliated in front of
her son .

The gossipy women suddenly fell silent, like a movie that had stuck in a glitch. I didn't know what else I could do but glare at
them . Luckily, my mother gently tugged at my arm, looking
so helpless. I hummed in response and walked past them.

This was the first time I had entered my mother's home since we separated. The small apartment, only about 40
square meters , was kept spotless by my mother. There was only one set of toiletries and
one towel in the bathroom; and only one quilt and pillow on the bed in the bedroom. I couldn't help but wonder, had
my mother ?

Watching my mother busy in the kitchen, still wearing her business suit to cook for me, she
hastily put on an apron and went into the kitchen. I couldn't help but ask, "Mom, those old women—" before my words
were cut off by my mother's sudden trembling shoulders.

I knew I'd said the wrong thing, so I rushed into the kitchen. I saw her head bowed, her shoulders trembling uncontrollably. I
suddenly realized that I might have inadvertently hurt this woman who seemed strong on the outside but was actually fragile and vulnerable.

My wasted youth hadn't allowed me much interaction with girls, and seeing my mother weeping alone, I suddenly felt
helpless. Remembering how she used to hold and comfort me when I was little, I silently put my arms around her
shoulders .

I could feel her tremble when I touched her, but she quickly softened and
leaned back against me. Our bodies pressed together, I could feel her soft waist. I tightened
my arms around her, making it easier for her to lean on me.

Silence, a long silence. Until her shoulders also slowly softened. The
faint , a feeling of intoxication washing over me. Suddenly, I realized my own arm was resting on her chest, but I
could feel that her breasts beneath her business suit were hard. They weren't at all the softness I'd imagined when I fantasized about female celebrities
. I was speechless at my own audacity in having such wild thoughts at a time like this. I quickly and sheepishly
withdrew my hand.

My mother straightened up as well. "Don't listen to their nonsense. There's always gossip around a widow's house!" she said softly,
whether to me or to comfort herself, I didn't know.

Suddenly at a loss for words, I awkwardly walked out of the kitchen. "Mom, why didn't you
tidy up your bedroom?" I
asked . Hearing my question, my mother rushed out of the kitchen, grabbed the few traditional white cotton
panties, and hurriedly stuffed them into the closet.

They were just ordinary white cotton panties, decorated with some lace and rope.

But these traditional panties were branded into my mind like a hot iron. A strange stimulation
made me blush and breathe rapidly.

"You're a grown man, how can you stare at women's underwear?" My mother's face was red, I didn't
know if it was from crying or from embarrassment. It made me feel dizzy. I wanted to defend myself,
but found myself speechless. I could only sit awkwardly to the side and ask, "Mom, when is dinner?" "
Coming soon!" My mother glanced around the bedroom again, making sure there was nothing "unseemly" before going into the kitchen.

Having not eaten my mother's cooking for a long time, I felt so hungry I almost bit my tongue off. "
Eat slowly, no one's going to take it from you," my mother said with a smile, seeing how I was eating. "Actually, I've always lived alone,
so I haven't really folded my clothes much," my mother said softly. I didn't know if she was explaining
the secret of not folding her underwear or protesting the slander from those gossipy women.

I suddenly felt a sense of relief. Perhaps no one wants their mother to be a fickle
woman. Although I knew my mother was a virtuous woman, hearing her explain herself like this still brought
me a sense of relief .

My mother moved here three years ago and has never complained about the gossip or slander. She's always endured it all. I could almost picture her being pointed at and whispered about when she came home late, and I felt a pang
of guilt , a sense of shame for not being able to take better care of her.

After dinner, to ease my conscience, I helped her clear the table, then tried to leave quickly, but
I found myself afraid to see the helplessness in her eyes. "Could you stay a little longer?" my mother
asked softly from behind. "Hmm?" "I'm a little afraid of this lonely room… Oh, if you don't have time, that's fine."

I suddenly felt how helpless my mother was. Thinking about the gossipy women who had slandered her during the day, how
could leave?

But when I actually stayed, there was still a long silence. We watched TV together for a while, and then my mother went to bed
early . Aside from occasional conversations, we spent the night in silence. Sometimes,
I felt that my mother really just needed someone to keep her company. She had lived alone for too long, and this house
was too big and too empty for a woman.

I don't remember how I got home after that day. I only remember that I agreed with my mother to
go to West Lake together to help her relax.

(II)

West Lake has been one of the representatives of the beautiful scenery of Jiangnan since ancient times.

A few days later, my mother and I boarded a tour bus to West Lake. There were about 20 people in total,
mostly students from the same class, who seemed to be going on a spring outing. On the bus, sitting opposite us was a rural
couple, both of them quite old. The man was a bit dull, looking out the window without saying a word. The woman, however, was very talkative,
chattering on and on, saying that they had come to Lingyin Temple by West Lake to pray for a child, and that everyone in the town said it was effective. The
man frowned, seemingly well aware of his wife's outgoing personality.

The journey wasn't long, and the few hours passed in a flash. Just after lunchtime, we arrived at
our destination for this 4-day, 3-night trip. The accommodations were quite empty, perhaps because it wasn't yet a holiday.
The students had booked all the rooms on the third floor. So my mother and I found two adjacent
single rooms on the second floor and settled in. The couple from the mountains stayed in the double room opposite us.

After lunch, the students clamored for free time. So, only my mother,
the middle-aged followed the tour guide to Lingyin Temple. It seems that women of my mother's generation have
a strong belief that every temple they visit must be visited, so I had no choice but to accompany them.

Lingyin Temple is quite a distance from West Lake. By the time we arrived, it was almost 3 PM
. The roadside was lush and verdant, with crisscrossing paths, a truly refreshing sight. I couldn't help but feel
secretly pleased that we had chosen to visit on a non-holiday day. Not only were the hotels nearly empty, but the entire route was almost deserted.

The lack of crowds made the temple feel even more serene and otherworldly.

Following the steps and passing through the dense forest-like mountainside, we arrived at Lingyin Temple. The temple wasn't large; the tour guide led us
through it once, then we agreed on a return time and were left to our own devices. The couple, also impatient,
grabbed a monk, asked which one was the Bodhisattva they were looking for for granting children, and then knelt down to pray. My mother, pulling
me along, respectfully bowed before the Buddha statue in the main hall, murmuring prayers.

Looking at her with her flowing black hair and slightly furrowed brows, her devout expression, I silently praised her virtue. The few
wrinkles at the corners of her eyes didn't detract from her beauty; instead, they added a mature grace and elegance, which, combined with her
spring dress, made my heart flutter. I awkwardly turned my head away, feeling ashamed for looking at her that way
.

At that moment, my mother finished her prayer and stood up. Seeing me looking around, she said, "This is a temple,
don't be so rude."

"Mom, what did you pray for?" I asked, trying to hide my shame.

"What could I possibly ask for? I just prayed to Buddha to bless my filial son," my mother
replied .

I hadn't expected that my casual suggestion would be remembered and considered a sign of
filial piety Deeply moved, I hugged her tightly. She seemed surprised that I would suddenly hug her here,
but after a moment of stiffness, she hugged me back. In that instant, I felt a warmth envelop me, a maternal love I hadn't felt
in three years, making me reluctant to let go.

Silence, a long silence. Suddenly, a sentence broke the warmth.

"Tell me, how did Xu Xian and Bai Suzhen consummate their relationship? Even the White Snake had women like us..."
"A hole? A place where a man can pump water inside? I wonder what it looks like?" It was obviously that overly familiar
old woman spouting strange things again.

But this one sentence was like flipping a switch in my head. "
Does the White Snake also have a hole like ours?" It kept replaying in my mind. I felt all the blood
rush to my head. I didn't know if I was already blushing, but I didn't care anymore.

Because my little brother was also throbbing with blood.

I could feel my mother's face turn red, and her breathing became more rapid. I didn't know if it was because of the old woman
's words, or because of my suddenly raised little brother, which was positioned between our pressed abdomens.

So hard, so uncomfortable, that was my first feeling. Something was pressing against the forehead of my little brother.
Looking closer , I realized it was because my mother was wearing a spring shirt with many buttons. I subconsciously twisted my waist, trying to get
my little brother away from the hard buttons. Unexpectedly, this caused my little brother to sink into soft flesh
.

It was late spring, and besides this spring shirt, my mother was probably only wearing underwear. As I turned, the thin
shirt offered no respite from the stimulation of my penis against her soft, warm abdomen. This was the first
time my penis had come into contact with unfamiliar skin, and I could feel it excitedly swell a little more. I
pushed . The slippery touch—was it from her outer garment or her warm skin?

At that time, I didn't know what it felt like to penetrate a woman's body. I only knew that it was
the most pleasurable moment of my life, my entire glans enveloped in soft flesh. I truly didn't understand why my mother's
seemingly slender waist had such soft, warm flesh.

A few seconds later, I noticed my mother had snapped out of her daze. Her face flushed
even redder, her breathing became rapid, and her chest rose and fell against mine. Once again, I
felt annoyed that my mother had such firm breasts. What a soft, slender waist she had—why
did she have such breasts? Is God truly equal to everyone?

My mother didn't give me a chance to continue feeling her tenderness. She quickly took a step back, leaving my
embrace , slowly calming her breathing, the flush on her face gradually fading. Just then, the couple
turned back, still talking.

"Have you finished praying?" the old woman asked first. "Ah? Yes, we're done," I said hastily, bending over to cover the bulge

in my trousers . 　　"Then you should go back first. We'll pray one more time. This time, I'm determined to give him a whole bunch of boys." The old woman's eyes gleamed with pride, as if this prayer would truly produce a dozen sons. 　　"Oh, okay, we'll wait for you in the car," I said hurriedly. "Oh, right, Mom, let me carry your bag." 　　"Carry your bag?" my mother asked, puzzled. When she saw me bending over, the bulge still clearly visible in my trousers, the flush that had just faded returned to her cheeks. She handed me the bag and walked out of the main hall first. 　　I quickly used the bag to cover my embarrassment and hurriedly followed. I could still hear the old woman behind me saying, "Let's go pray again , so that we can have a son like him who knows how to share my burdens." I could only manage a bitter smile and involuntarily quickened my pace. 　　******************** 　　"Can you give me back my bag?" my mother asked on the way down the mountain. 　　"I think it might take a while..." I said awkwardly. 　　"Why?" my mother turned around. "Give it back?" 　　I nodded awkwardly. What could be more embarrassing than walking with a tent pitched all the way? But the lingering sensation of my glans refused to shrink, and my face burned. 　　"We're almost at the highway. How can you keep doing this?" my mother asked, her face still red. 　　"I don't know either, I don't want this to happen, but he just won't listen, what should I do?" I was getting annoyed , feeling ashamed and angry in front of my mother. 　　"Pfft," my mother chuckled when she saw my embarrassment. "Why don't you go pee, then this won't happen." 　　"What's the use of saying that now? Where's the toilet here?" I muttered, looking at the Lingyin Temple, which had disappeared under the cover of trees. 　　"What are you afraid of, you're a grown man? Go in a little, hurry up! Mom will wait for you here." My mother said, taking the bag back from my hand. I saw her face turn even redder when her gaze met my erection. 　　The bag was gone, and I had no way out. Fortunately, there was no one around, so I went down the steps into the bushes . I only stopped when I could see my mother's shadow through the branches and leaves, took out my still engorged penis, but couldn't pee. 　　Anxious, I slapped my hand. Suddenly, a wave of intoxicating pleasure surged from where my hand had been patting. I instinctively gripped it and began to stroke it up and down. Waves of pleasure washed over me. Suddenly, I felt as if I were back in the grand hall, but my penis wasn't in my hand; it was still pressed against my mother's soft belly. My penis swelled even more, and I was suddenly overcome with shame, remorse for defiling my mother. 　　Looking up, I saw my mother waiting for me in the distance, and I felt another wave of guilt. But at the same time, a forbidden pleasure arose, growing far faster than my guilt. As a result, my hand did n't stop; instead, it moved even faster. I slowly turned to face my mother, thinking of her high-piled black hair, her beautiful face, and that belly that fueled my burgeoning desire. 　　In that instant, my mind went blank. Then, I felt a surge of desire, like a bullet, carrying my lust and guilt, rushing forward. I seemed to see my mother kneeling before me, her small mouth wide open, her eyes brimming with tears as she looked at me, at my penis. Her hair, her cheeks, her brows, her lips were all splattered with my semen. Her soft moans, her seductive eyes, made me ejaculate wave after wave . 　　I don't know how I returned to reality, as the desire receded like the tide, looking at my now limp penis...

My penis. I suddenly felt so dirty. I had defiled my mother, tainted this
virtuous woman who had been single for three years and had always maintained her purity. My behavior was far worse and more vicious than those gossipy women.

I walked back to the kitchen, feeling tired. My mother saw my troubled expression and comforted me, "It's alright,
you're a grown man now. Besides, no one saw us, why are you so ashamed?"

I remained silent. The more concerned my mother was, the more guilty I felt.

"Why didn't you pee comfortably?" my mother teased, seeing that I still didn't speak.

"Peeing was uncomfortable, but ejaculating felt incredibly good." I was annoyed, both by her incessant chatter and by
my own shamelessness and filth.

But as soon as the words left my mouth, I knew I was in trouble. I quickly looked up and secretly glanced at her. My mother froze for a few seconds,
then her face suddenly turned bright red, and her eyes seemed to well up with tears. I quickly turned my head away and hurried down the mountain
. My mother followed me down the mountain without saying a word.

I don't know what expression I wore when I returned to the lodgings. I only know that I didn't sit with
my mother . I found a seat towards the back, opened the window wide, and let the evening breeze rush in, which seemed to
wash away some of my filth and vulgarity.

My mother was in front of me, perfunctorily dealing with her talkative mother-in-law; I don't know what her expression was. After

dinner

, there seemed to be some kind of activity, but it was postponed because of the students who got drunk at dinner.

I returned to my room early, wanting to talk to my mother, but thinking about what I had said that afternoon, I felt
powerless. I could only turn on the TV and watch it.

However, less than half an hour later, I heard moaning sounds, and I couldn't help but
laugh . This really is a case of praying for a child; she prayed to Buddha in the afternoon, and now she's trying to make a baby tonight. At the same time, I was also
worried about the hotel's soundproofing, but I underestimated the thinness of the wall panels. After a while, the sound grew
louder .

"Ah—you're such a good man, so strong! I want it, I want it, harder, harder,
harder! My darling—my sister wants it, she wants more."

"Mmm, mmm, it's through—it's through, you're going to pierce me, you're so good, your belly is
bulging . Mmm, pierce me, tear my belly, rip my little cunt apart."

"It's broken, it's broken. My little cunt, you've ripped it apart! Ah—gentle, gentle. You're going to
kill me, fine! Take it all, take it all! Let me die, fuck me to death."

I was enraged by the rural woman's shouts. I wanted to throw her husband out and take his place,
but when I touched my own hard penis, which had somehow become erect, and remembered
what I had done , a wave of guilt washed over me, like being doused with cold water from head to toe, and my penis instantly went soft.

I went into the bathroom, took a cold shower to calm my agitated temper, and
drifted off to sleep amidst cries of "Husband, you're my dad, I'm dying, I want more, I want more—"

＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊

The next day, our group visited Su Causeway, Leifeng Pagoda, and Quyuan Garden. I felt constantly yawning
due . Looking at my mother, her eyes were red and her eye bags were dark; she clearly hadn't slept well.

(That woman who dares to yell about anything isn't just affecting me!)

Looking at the couple, they were clearly radiant. I couldn't help but secretly give the man a thumbs up.

That's a real man—quite quiet most of the time, but when it comes down to it, he's worth two.

Today, I deliberately kept my distance from my mother, and she didn't seem as affectionate as before.
It was like an unspoken understanding; we were both silent.

The atmosphere was a bit stiff. By evening, our original plans had to be postponed again. The students got drunk again,
and this time even the couple didn't want to go out that night. The Three Pools Mirroring the Moon and
the Autumn Moon over the Pinghu Lake had to be postponed indefinitely.

Sure enough, it wasn't completely dark yet. The old woman's voice came through the thin wall again.

"Come, come! You didn't die yesterday, you want it today too, ah—it's in, it's in. So thick, so hot,
so hot, it's burning me!"

"Ah—I'll bite you to death, I'll bite you to death! Let you penetrate me, let you use your strength, I'll bite you off, bite, bite. Ah—
I want it, I want it, I want more, I want more!"

"I peed, I peed, it's coming, it's coming! I'm in heaven, I'm in heaven again!"

Hearing this undisguised moaning, I felt my whole body burning, my throat dry, and my little brother was already
rock hard . I simply took off all my clothes and sat naked on the bed. Looking at my somewhat messy pubic hair
and my bulging penis, I rubbed it hard a few times.

Accompanied by the continuous moans, I rubbed myself harder.

"If I have a son in the future, we'll come back to fulfill our vow. We'll live here again, in this bed,
and you'll fuck me so hard, fuck me until my little cunt is raw. I can't live anymore, I can't live anymore—"

The moans grew louder, but "son," "I want you to fuck me," acted like a catalyst. I
felt my penis throb noticeably, veins bulging, the glans looking like it was about to explode, turning a deep
purplish-red.

I thought of my mother sleeping in the next room. Could she hear these alluring moans? Was she
also tossing and turning in bed? I slowly stood up and walked to the wall. I seemed to be able to see through the wall;
my mother was lying on the white sheets. Her robe was half-undone, and she was sleeping on her side. Her left breast hung on the bed, the erect nipple
trembling. Her right breast was half-covered by her nightgown, only a deep cleavage was visible.

There seemed to be an inexplicable attraction there, drawing my eyes and my heart in, slowly crushing them, turning them into a
pool of spring water, flowing over her smooth belly, circling at her navel, and flowing towards her dense thicket.

Truly, she was a mother; even her dark thicket was so softly manicured. Hidden behind the curtain was a small, delicate
mouth, its lips greedily parted, inhaling the fragrance of the air, exhaling wisps of warm breath, completely
oblivious to the drool that had spilled onto the floor, glistening on its lips.

I could no longer distinguish between reality and fantasy, and I could no longer hear the woman's bold moans. My mind
was filled only with my mother, separated by a wall, as if she were waiting for me to grace her with my presence. She was so delicate, yet so alluring.

She was seducing me, luring me to ravage her, to possess her, to defile her.

Desire consumed me like a flame, and I masturbated my penis harder and harder, as if trying to peel off a
layer of skin. The insignificant self-reproach did not have a cooling effect; instead, it amplified the forbidden
lust .

"Mommy, Mommy, I want it, I want you." I groaned involuntarily, somewhat surprised myself,
but I couldn't care less. Desire was burning, boiling.

"Your breasts are so smooth, so soft! Your nipples are so hard, so firm! Ah—delicious, so fragrant."

I was completely immersed in my desire, indulging in fantasies of my mother's intense intercourse. No one could
stop me, no one could prevent me from possessing her, from defiled her. Her sanctity, her virtue, were all mine,
mine. I wanted her beautiful breasts, I wanted her flat stomach, I wanted her flowing vagina.

"I'm going in, it's so hot, so wet! You're so lewd, Mom, are you comfortable? Are you enjoying being penetrated by your
son 's big cock? Look, your little sister is opening and closing to welcome her little brother!" I
swore, indulging in fantasies. Since it was all just fantasy, what was there I wouldn't dare say?

"I'll fuck you to death, I'll pound your cunt, I'll penetrate deeper and deeper. I'll go to your uterus, I
'll go back, I'll pierce your uterus, I'll fill it with my semen, I'll make you give birth to my baby, I
'll make you submit to me for eternity, I'll fuck your body, your soul to pieces!"

I cried out wildly, soaring endlessly in my own fantasies.

Suddenly, "Mmm, mmm, ah! Ah—mmm, mmm" sounds reached my ears. This shy
, bashful moan could never have come from that shameless old woman, and there was definitely no one else on this floor. So,
could it be...?

I couldn't think any further. I felt the penis in my hand had reached its limit. Suddenly realizing my mother could
hear my calls, the forbidden pleasure in my heart exploded like a bomb.

"Here, take it all, I'll fill you up, I'll stuff your cunt with my cock, I'll keep my sperm
inside you, in your womb! Can you feel their heat? Is it hot? Is it hot?" Finally, 　　desire
erupted like a volcano, coating the pristine walls with a thick layer.

I felt a wave of exhaustion; this outburst had drained too much of my energy and desire. I felt
drowsiness 　　over me like a tide 　　; the moans of my mother-in-law, the soft whispers from next door 　　, made me sleep soundly. ********** ... Thinking of my loud shouts last night , I couldn't help but steal a glance at the couple. If they knew I was fantasizing about my mother, I'd rather be dead. Fortunately, they only had eyes for each other, which put my mind at ease. 　　I turned my gaze back to my mother; she seemed to notice me looking at her. She quickly lowered her head, her face flushed , her eyes seeming to hold back tears, and her delicate nose wrinkled, tugging at my heartstrings. 　　I suddenly felt like a devil. By day, I was no different from ordinary people, chatting and laughing with others. But once night fell, I was bewitched, longing for a woman—my mother, who had given birth to me. 　　I thought of possessing her, of conquering her, and even planted the seeds of evil in my fantasies. 　　But amidst self-reproach, I also endlessly longed for night to fall, longed for the old woman's loud moans. 　　Night could conceal my ugly soul, and loud moans could mask my wicked whispers. 　　Time doesn't change according to individual will. After a long wait, night finally fell. 　　But, surprisingly, those students didn't drink today! This greatly surprised me. If no one got drunk, there must be plans for the evening, after all, the night view of West Lake is a rare sight. My heart felt like a little bird that had finally soared into the blue sky, only to find it had lost all its strength and plummeted down, utterly shattered. 　　Was this fate? Was it to make me distance myself from my mother? I felt waves of loss, like when I was a child wanting a toy but couldn't have it. A pure emptiness and loss filled my heart. 　　"What's wrong, son? Are you feeling unwell?" my mother asked, seeing my gloomy expression. 　　"Nothing, just a little tired," I replied casually. 　　"Why don't you rest a bit? Don't go out," my mother asked with concern. 　　"It's alright, how can we come to West Lake and not see the night view?" I said with a smile. This trip was mainly to help my mother relax , and I didn't want to spoil her fun because of my unhappiness. 　　So, the group walked out of the hotel. 　　"Is it raining?" a student suddenly asked. 　　Raining? Raining? Does that mean we can't go see the night view? A surge of immense joy filled my heart. That exploding joy, I wouldn't trade it for a mountain of gold. 　　Lost in this joy, I don't even remember how I got to the hotel or back to my room. But that did n't matter anymore, did it? 　　I quickly washed up and lay down on the bed. Sure enough, after a while, the old woman's moans began to echo. But that no longer captivated me. As they reached their climax, I slowly stood up, took off my new clothes, and walked naked to the wall. 　　I leaned against the wall, listening. There was still no sound from my mother. I felt as if I were back in the night before. 　　"Mom, Mom, you look so sexy today!" I moaned to myself, my hand simultaneously resting on my already aroused penis. 　　"Your pubic hair is peeking out from under your thong. Is this bra new? It's so thin, I can even see your nipples. Look, they're trembling, so lewd." Once desire takes hold, it's completely unstoppable . 　　Sure enough, a moment later, I heard moans and groans from next door. 　　Encouraged, I murmured even more enthusiastically, "Mommy, your lips are so beautiful. Are you opening your mouth like that so I can kiss you? Your saliva is so sweet, I love to taste it. Your tongue is so smooth and sweet."

"Ah! I want to hold your tongue in my mouth forever. I want your tongue to lick my cock, ah! You're so good at licking,
don't keep teasing my glans!" As my hand continued to stimulate, I uttered lewd words without thinking,
and the moans from next door grew louder and louder.

"Yes, yes, lick my balls! Oh—you actually took them all in, your mouth is so warm,
keep going, ah! So good, I want, I want to use my cock to fuck your breasts, quick, quick, put my thing
into your cleavage!" I babbled like I was under a spell. The moans from next door grew louder and louder,
and I could almost hear my mother's heavy breathing.

"Your breasts are so perky, they feel so good, so smooth, I really want to keep my cock in your
cleavage . Watch me fuck your nipples with my little brother, ah—your nipples are so tender, so stimulating, so good!" I
stroked them hard.

"Yes, I want it—" A voice, languid and intoxicated, reached my ears. I
could hardly believe my ears. But my brother nodded faithfully, as if he had heard the moan too
.

I felt like I was going crazy; all the blood in my body rushed to my lower body, and I even felt short of breath.

"Here, here. I'll put it in right now, Mom, your little sister is all open! So much water, so
slippery, so warm!" I said passionately.

"Okay—" The languid moan came from next door again. This time I was sure it wasn't a hallucination.

And the sound hadn't stopped yet; after a long hesitation, it finally tentatively moaned again,
"So big, so hard! Hot, hot, it's burning me."

"Not only will it burn you, it will fuck you to death! So tender, your little hole is so tender, they're grabbing my
little brother , my son is feeling so good from you!" I replied almost instinctively.

"Ah, ah. Mom feels so good too, son, you're so strong, so good, so good, do me, do me!"

"I'll fuck you to death, fuck you to death! I'm going to pierce you. I'm going to pierce into your womb!" I seemed to see
my mother's flying hair, her silky, seductive eyes. I knew I was almost at my limit, almost roaring as I shouted.

"Come in, come in! Here, Mom will give you everything! Come in, shoot it all into me, shoot it all into Mom!

Mom wants everything from her son!"

"Mom wants everything from her son." Hearing this, I exploded. I don't know
what state of mind my mother was in when she shouted these words. But besides desire, I also felt that eternal,
sun-like maternal love. It was so touching, so easy to move people.

I suddenly had an urge to go see my mother. Reason seemed to have abandoned me. I hurriedly
dressed , rushed out of the room, and knocked on the door next door.

Outside the door, I could hear the moans inside stop abruptly because of my knocking. I knew I might have frightened
my mother, so I quickly said, "Mom, it's me." I wanted to say something more, but I couldn't utter a word.

I had only knocked on the door on a whim.

Thankfully, after a while, the sound of slippers dispelled my doubts.

"What is it?" My mother opened the door and didn't linger, turning back to the bedside.

"I couldn't sleep alone, so I came to check on you. Are you asleep?" We were like actors who had already memorized a script
, full of tacit understanding, not mentioning a word about what had just happened, as if we really just couldn't sleep.
But outside, the woman's increasingly seductive moans constantly reminded me how
erotic that scene had been.

"Are you asleep?" I asked softly, my mother already slipping into bed in her thin nightgown.

"Then I'll stay here with you for a while before I leave," I said again.

Silence. My mother seemed to be asleep.

"Are you asleep?" I asked softly.

There was no answer, only the graceful figure beneath the blanket. My mother lay on her side, her back to me. I don't know
what possessed me, or perhaps because I hadn't fully released my desires in the room, but I
felt myself slowly hardening again. As if controlled, I slowly pulled out
my penis, which had just ejaculated but was now slowly rising again.

I believe my mother heard me pull down my pants, because I saw her arm under the blanket move,
reaching down.

Like an encouraged child, I grasped
my penis, still bearing the red marks from prolonged masturbation, with both hands.

It was like a pantomime, without sound, only movement. I could see my mother's arm under the blanket
moving incessantly at her lower body, just like my increasingly rapid hands. My mother remained lying on
her side , without uttering a word. Only her increasingly heavy breathing reminded me that this was not a dream,
nor a delusion, and that everything was completely different from the night before!

But I wouldn't break this unspoken agreement. Yes, it was as if we had agreed beforehand.

A faint fragrance grew stronger and stronger. It wasn't the smell of shampoo. It was a little sweet, a little fishy,
and a little pungent. I couldn't quite describe what it smelled like; I only knew it stimulated me, making my penis
break through its limits, swelling again and again.

I felt my limit being greatly shortened. It seemed like it was about to arrive. Without thinking twice, I
rushed forward two steps and squeezed onto my mother's bed. I threw back the covers and squeezed in. Like a drowning
person suddenly finding a piece of driftwood, I tightly hugged her from behind.

She clearly hadn't expected me to be so bold, and her body stiffened instantly. I only felt myself on
the verge of exploding, and I didn't care about anything else. I stuffed my penis between her thighs and
started . I could feel that the moment I pressed against her, her hands tightly covered her private parts. But I
had no intention of penetrating; I just wanted to quickly release my desire. My left hand went under her armpit and touched
her breast.

So soft, that was my first impression. Wasn't it hard? I suddenly understood. Looking at
the bra she had tossed aside, it was so thick. So my mother had always worn a thick bra to cover her beautiful breasts.
The image of those gossipy women flashed through my mind again.

My eyes welled up, and tears threatened to spill. Afraid of what others would say, to protect her innocence...
And then I put on a thick bra. This woman was my mother. She was so pure, so noble, and more
importantly , she was in my arms at this moment, my brother between her legs, her full breasts
in my hands, her stubborn nipples brushing against my palms from time to time.

I thrust a few times with all my might, sliding over her already soaked thighs. I
ejaculated in her cleft, on her small hands and her already wet panties.

I suddenly thought, is this what it looks like when a man and a snake mate? If my mother is a beautiful snake,
then I am willing to be entwined with her forever.

I silently got out of bed, my mother did not stop me, nor did she move. I covered her with the blanket and
cleaned herself in her bathroom. I looked up and found a pair of pink cotton panties hanging in the corner. I picked them up and smelled
them, there was a faint fishy smell, I already knew that was my mother's smell. I guess she
used them hung them here to dry. When traveling for several days, we usually don't wash our clothes, we bring our own, and take
the ones we take off back to wash. I suddenly felt incredibly lucky, quietly put the item away, and left my mother's room.

The next day, on the way back, the couple didn't come with us; apparently, they applied to stay a few more
days. Whether they actually stayed or just stayed for a few days is now impossible to say.

"What's wrong?" I asked, seeing my mother frowning.

"I lost something, and I've looked for it several times but can't find it," my mother replied, blushing slightly.

Could it be the pair of underwear I kept? It's lying in my bag right now...

but I won't tell anyone.

(III)

knew that it was my mother calling. We hadn't seen each other for over a month, not since we came back from that trip. This was the longest separation we'd had in three years.

I picked up the phone; it was indeed my mother calling. I didn't hang up, but put it on the table further away. > Then,
with practiced ease, I took out a pair of pink cotton panties from a drawer. Yes, those were
the panties I'd received from my mother on the last night of my trip to West Lake. They were the last vestige of that beautiful night,
and the very reason I dared not answer my mother's calls. I

habitually brought them to my nose; the faint, almost imperceptible fishy smell stimulated every nerve in my olfactory system.

Actually, the smell had long since disappeared, yet it seemed it had never truly vanished. Just seeing these
panties seemed to instantly transport me back to that night, the faint fishy scent swirling around me, igniting my desire. They
made me afraid to answer my mother's calls, filled me with self-reproach, and made me recognize my own beastly nature.

I walked to the window, my right hand deftly pulling out my already aroused, throbbing member, while my left hand pressed
the panties against my face. Then I stood there, waiting. Yes, I was waiting. Waiting for
a guest who had appeared out of nowhere.

Sure enough, a moment later, a blinding ray of sunlight refracted through a familiar window in the building across the street. I
knew she had arrived.

I couldn't say when she appeared, nor who she was. After returning from my trip to West Lake,
I was consumed by thoughts of my mother's underwear, the erotic memories driving me to indulge my
desires day and night.

Then one day, the blinding sunlight shattered my reverie. I suddenly realized it was
the telescope from the building across the street. Someone was spying on me as I masturbated. This thought alone caused my already near-limited erection to
almost instantly ejaculate. Afterwards, I felt quite uneasy. Was it a blackmailer?

But for many days afterward, all was calm, and the golden light still shone into my
room . So, freed from my burdens, I became even more unrestrained. I
moved my activities from the bed to the window, and the golden light never disappointed me, always accompanying me until I released
all energy.

My hands moved faster and faster, but my mind was filled with thoughts of the spy who had come before me. Her upper body was bare,
and she wore only the pink cotton panties I was holding in my left hand. Her hair was piled high on her back like my mother's;
her eyes were like my mother's, filled with autumn water; her cheeks were flushed like my mother's; her high breasts were so
white, so soft; even her lower body was like my mother's, her panties completely wet, unable to conceal
the small mouth that I could see through the dark bushes.

She was exactly like my mother, with the same virtuous expression, the same delicate fragility.

But she was not my mother, yes! She was just a shameless voyeur. With her, I could
mercilessly thrust my penis deep into her womb, I could fill her vagina and womb with my hot
semen. She was a substitute for my mother, and with her, I had no psychological burden. All I needed to do was
thrust harder, even harder!

Her hand ran through my hair, her mouth slightly open, moaning softly. Her large breasts pressed against and
rubbed against my chest, her tender, erect nipples pressed into the rosy areolas by my chest. My penis thrust in and out of her
small drawing out rings of tender flesh and sticky fluid.

"You're here too? I'm going to shoot into your little mouth, oh—and fill your womb! I want you to give
birth to our child, I'm going to burn you, you bitch!" I groaned. I quickly grabbed a tissue
to catch my surging desire in my fantasy.

Huh? Jin Guang left early today? Seeing her disappear, I wondered.
Was she so sensitive today that she reached orgasm already?

A knock on the door interrupted my thoughts. I hurriedly pulled on a pair of trousers, not even
bothering to put on my underwear, and went to open the door. No one was there. Was it just the kids downstairs playing a prank?

Wait, a cardboard box on the floor caught my attention. I took the unsealed box home, and
before I could even look at it, the phone started ringing. I opened the box; inside was a
black plastic bag and a ringing Volkswagen mobile phone.

"Hello—" Just as I pressed the answer button, a slightly hoarse female voice came from the other end.

Not knowing what was going on with the other person, I nervously remained silent.

"Did you see the gift I gave you?" The voice rang out again, three parts languid, seven parts alluring.

"Just took it off, it's still wet!"

"You shouldn't wear that pink panty anymore. I'm almost sick of looking at it!" The voice seemed
to have a captivating magic, and my hands trembled as I slowly opened the black plastic bag. Inside was indeed
a pair of panties.

But these panties were really... the entire crotch was made of black lace, and now it was damp and
steaming.

"Do you like it?" The voice was like a seductive night sprite, making
one fall headlong into a trap even knowing it was a trap.

My suddenly heavy breathing gave her the best answer.

"Sister is walking home naked right now, the wind under this skirt is so cool. Sister's little mouth
down there is about to sneeze."

In her soft and gentle words, I felt the anger that had just subsided surge up again, and I felt a cat claw
in my heart .

I pressed the black panties tightly against my face, a strong scent wafting over me. A little fishy,
a little pungent, but mostly a woman's fragrance. I was instantly lost in this intense aroma.
The dampness from the panties soaked my face. I opened my mouth, inhaling the scent of the crotch area. It felt like I wanted to swallow the entire vulva it had once
covered .

"Don't enjoy it all at once! Tomorrow, I need you to play with me properly!"
came . I could faintly hear her suppressed laughter.

I took a few deep breaths, forcing myself to suppress the desire she had aroused. Looking at the
wet , I licked them several more times before putting them
away with my treasured pink panties.

Tomorrow... what will tomorrow bring?

*** *** *** ***

"Are you ready?" As the golden light flashed, I could barely contain my excitement. Her
call came at just the right time. "Looks just as energetic today!"

I knew she was looking at me, and a surge of indescribable pleasure welled up inside me. I subconsciously shook my already
erect penis, and gently stroked the head of it a few times with my right hand.

"Hiss—" I heard a soft gasp from the other end of the line, and I felt incredibly smug.

"Looks like you're really in top form today!" The voice on the other end was a little hoarse.

"And you? You left your underwear with me yesterday, what are you wearing today?" It was the first time I'd experienced pleasure this way, and
although I was excited, I was still a little reserved.

"Sister isn't wearing anything today!" Her seductive teasing made me break free of my last bit of restraint.

"Is your pussy wet? My little brother is about to explode!" I asked eagerly
.

"I just saw my good little brother's penis, and my pussy started getting wet involuntarily."
There was ; I guessed she had removed her last bit of defense.

"By the way, are your breasts soft?" I asked abruptly, because I realized I was eager to know
how much she resembled my mother.

"Soft, not only soft but also very white! So tender and white, my nipples are even standing up! Little brother, do you want
to taste them ?"

"I'm eating them right now, so tender! Sister, your nipples are so bouncy, does it feel good when I flick them with my tongue?"

I gradually got into the mood, holding my mother's cotton panties to my face with one hand, and using
the lace panties I had just received yesterday to cover my bulging little brother. This position meant I could only hold the phone between my head and shoulder,
but for my little brother's happiness, I had to endure the pain in my neck.

"Ah! Little brother, you're so good at licking, you've eaten all of my breast flesh. So comfortable, nipples,
so comfortable, keep going, keep going." The voice on the other end of the phone was so eager that I was speechless.

"Sister, your waist is so soft, it feels so good to touch. I'm going to use my penis to poke your belly button, I'm going to pierce
your stomach!" I wasn't going to be outdone.

"Does my waist feel good when I twist it? Come on, fuck my breasts, use your hot little brother to poke my
breasts , harder!"

"Sister, your breasts are so soft, I've poked them in. Your nipples are so hard,
they're pressing against my glans, so comfortable, so stimulating!" My hands didn't slow down, but
a familiar figure slowly appeared in my mind.

"So hard, so hot! It's so tingling, so itchy. My lower body is so itchy, good little brother,
please help me stop the itch!"

"If you want your little brother to help you stop the itch, you can suck me first."
The figure ...

"So thick, so long, I can't swallow it all! I'll lick your glans, please help me stop
the itch!" The voice on the other end of the phone was so pitiful, so tender it seemed like it was about to drip water.

"Okay! Here you go, all of it, I'll fuck you to death, you slut!" The image in my mind finally became clear,
as expected. It was the most beautiful woman I had ever met, my mother.

"So good, so good! It's so hard, it's hitting my G-spot!" The moans coming from my ear seemed to be the very words of my mother in
my mind . I couldn't help but increase the speed of my thrusts.

"Watch me fuck your cunt raw! I'll shoot my cum all over you!"

"Shoot it in me, shoot it in me, I want it, shoot it all in me! Ah—it's so hot, so smelly, I love this smelly smell,
such a fragrant smell! It's coming, it's coming, ah—" I didn't expect that my sister on the other end of the phone would reach orgasm first,
while I was still a bit short, so I unconsciously exerted force with both hands. I stroked from the head of my penis to the base in circles, and then back up.

"I never thought that I would actually be brought to orgasm by a little brother who's about the same age as my child!"
A soft moan, seemingly satisfied yet shy, came from the other end of the phone. The word "child" almost instantly brought me
to a boiling point. My semen gushed out, and I didn't even have time to grab a tissue.

She seemed surprised by the effect of a single sentence on the other end of the phone. She paused for a moment, then
let out a strange "hehehehe."

From that day on, we had phone sex almost every day. Our language became increasingly unrestrained; I even...
Everyone knows she has a small mole below her right labia majora. But she never lets me see what she looks like.
Even when she comes to give me a pair of soaking wet underwear every two days, she won't let me open the door to pick it up before she calls.

Actually, this is exactly what I want. If I really saw her, what would become of my beloved mother?

URL 1:https://www.sexlove5.com/htmlBlog/195604.html

URL 2:/Blog.aspx?id=195604&aspx=1

Last access time:

Previous Page : Minako, the teacher who enjoys torturing women

Next Page : [Son, no!] (Translation, Part 5)

增加

comment Open a new window to view comments

Contact Information

[Light Fishy] Author: Luanwu Yan

comment Open a new window to view comments