Mother's Prison Game (Part 1) Author: huolongdaoren

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My Mother's Game in the Female Prison

Author: huolongdaoren
Word Count: 6510

(Part 1)

My mother's name is Jin Minzhen. She is thirty-seven years old and owns a real estate company. This company belongs
to my father, but when I was seven years old, my father died in a drunk driving accident. In her grief, my mother took over the company,
struggling to keep it afloat while raising me alone. I could feel how difficult it was for her, so I
never made her angry and was a good child, at least at home.

During that time, my mother would often get drunk from business engagements and come home very late. I
took care of her alone and never dared to ask her why she came home so late. My mother is very beautiful, especially her
sexy and alluring figure, with a hot bust and hips. It seems that time has not left any trace of aging on her,
so she is always surrounded by suitors.

However, my mother's heart is entirely focused on me, her son, and the company. She has never considered remarriage
. I am 15 years old today and in my first year of high school at a prestigious high school. My mother and I
rarely spend time alone together, so having her by my side on my birthday is the ultimate luxury.
Despite this, I don't resent her at all. For me, and to protect my father's life's work, my mother buries herself in
her work every day. This worries me greatly about her health; I'm afraid she'll leave me again, because that terrible
experience still haunts me.

It happened when I was in junior high school. My mother was detained in
a detention center . I was terrified. I cried as I watched her get into the police car and drive away, chasing after it desperately
until I collapsed. During that time, I lived with my maternal grandparents. My grandmother had passed away long ago, and my grandfather's health
wasn't good. After my mother's incident, she had to take care of me, and soon she fell ill. I felt incredibly
lonely and fearful during that period; my once warm and happy family had shattered overnight.

I've dreamt of my parents more than once, but when I wake up, there's only an empty room. My maternal grandfather,
due to his advanced age and the shock of my mother's situation, passed away a few months later. I was devastated.
The funeral arrangements were handled by the uncles and aunts at my company. I knelt down, crying, begging them to take me to the detention center to see my mother. My mother
's secretary, Aunt Liu, took pity on me and took me there. When I saw my mother, her once radiant and beautiful
image was completely gone. She was wearing a gray prison uniform, and her once jet-black hair had been cut short. Her face was also
haggard. When my mother saw me, she cried tears of joy.

Through the thick glass window, I pressed my little hand against the glass, and my mother raised her hand to touch mine.
Mother and son looked at each other and wept bitterly. Because visiting hours were limited, we cried for a while before I picked up the phone. I
told my mother about my grandfather's situation, and she cried uncontrollably. As we were talking, I glanced at her and suddenly noticed
a bruise on her wrist. I was shocked and asked her about it. She looked flustered, but after a while
, she managed to calm herself down and said it was an accident. I was too young to understand at the time and didn't think much of it. Because my mother's
case was under investigation, her secretary, Aunt Liu, couldn't see her. So, my mother gave me a few brief instructions and was told that
visiting hours were over. I told her to take care of herself and that I would wait for her to come back. Mother and son said goodbye in tears.

About six months later, my mother's case was finally solved. It turned out
she Fortunately, the police found a suspect through clues and followed the trail to uncover the
mastermind. Under investigation, the truth came out. My mother was proven innocent and, after serving
five months and twenty-one days in prison... My mother finally stepped out of that iron gate. I rushed to her, crying, and
hugged . Tears streamed down her face as she sobbed and we embraced. After half a year of torment and agonizing
waiting, mother and son were finally reunited.

In the days that followed, we returned to our peaceful lives, but I gradually noticed that my mother was different from
before . One night, I woke up needing to urinate, so I groggily got up and ran to the toilet.
Although my room had its own bathroom, I felt extremely thirsty and wanted to go downstairs to the refrigerator for a bottle of ice water.
We lived in a villa, and my room was on the second floor at the far end, while my mother's bedroom was next to the stairs.
So, I had to pass by my mother's room to go downstairs. Just as I was about to go downstairs, I suddenly heard a
faint sound coming from inside. My mother's door wasn't closed tightly, leaving a crack. I thought it was her snoring,
so I didn't pay much attention and deliberately walked very quietly. After going downstairs, I went straight to the large bathroom to relieve myself, then
opened the refrigerator and grabbed a bottle of ice water. I gulped it down, and my parched throat finally felt better.

After a few sips, I headed to my room. As I was walking back upstairs, I heard
a series of ethereal moans drifting from my mother's room. I assumed she was feeling unwell,
but as I approached her room, the moans continued... [The text abruptly shifts to a seemingly unrelated passage about a woman's moans and a knife.] Intrigued, I peeked through the crack in the door. What I saw utterly
shocked me; my eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

The cool, silvery moonlight streamed in through the gauze curtains, illuminating my mother's beautiful, snow-white
skin . She lay naked on the bed, her legs bent in an M-shape, one hand holding
a strange object that flashed a small red light in the darkness, moving against her genitals. The buzzing sound seemed to be
coming from there. Because of the dim light, I couldn't initially discern what the flashing red light was.
I saw my mother's other hand caress her breasts, kneading them and occasionally playing with
the two plump nipples.

My mother moaned softly. I wasn't ignorant about matters of the heart; although this was the first time
I'd seen a woman moan like this, I'd seen plenty of porn. Seeing her satisfied
expression, hearing her seductive moans, my dormant "second brother" was
awakened.

Mom held that strange thing between her legs for a while, then suddenly picked it up and probed...
She brought it to her lips and started licking it. I then realized that my mother was holding a ball-operated electric vibrator; the
red light was coming from it. Her tongue was licking the constantly twisting shaft. Watching my usually
elegant and dignified mother now masturbating like a harlot with such an obscene device, I was utterly shocked. The goddess-like image of my mother I had always held
in my heart crumbled in that instant… No… Mom, how could you become like this…
…Are you… are you really my mother? …At the same time, I felt a strange thrill! My heart raced,
my blood surged.

My mother was probably licking the vibrator's fluids. After licking for a while, she opened her sexy, rosy
mouth and took it in. Then, her right hand gripped the vibrator and began moving it in and out of her mouth. Her other hand caressed her chest for a while before reaching down to her genitals, rubbing her clitoris. At the same time, she made muffled sounds
with the constantly rotating vibrator in her mouth.
Seeing this, I couldn't hold back any longer. I pulled down my pajama bottoms and underwear and started
masturbating . Mom then ran the vibrator down her chest to her lower abdomen, and
finally rubbed it against her vulva before inserting it into her vagina. Perhaps the frequency was too high, because as soon as it entered her, Mom's
slender waist involuntarily arched, and her body trembled. She couldn't help but let out a soft "Ah!" Then she quickly covered her
mouth, looked up at the door, and I was startled, quickly hiding to the side.

Luckily, Mom didn't notice. She probably just
looked . After a long while, I cautiously peeked through the crack in the door again. Mom had already gotten up and was kneeling
on the bed, her plump, pink buttocks raised high. Her hand reached between her legs, holding the vibrator and inserting it into
her vagina. Her wanton moans rang out again, "Ah...ah...um...um...
Sister Zhou...my pussy is so itchy...help me get it out...ah...quick...come and fuck my cunt..." I
was shocked. Sister Zhou? No way? Mom...she's a lesbian? The thought made me feel uneasy.
Then I shook my head, thinking, "Damn, maybe I'm just imagining things. Mom is calling for Zhou Jie. Who is Zhou Jie?
Mom has a new boyfriend?" This thought made me extremely uncomfortable. Mom belongs to my father, and she'll always be
mine. I don't want her taken away by another man.

Mom's movements became faster and faster, her body trembling slightly. Her moans
grew . Finally, she reached her climax, climaxing under the overwhelming wave of pleasure. Mom collapsed onto the bed. The vibrator was still inserted in her vagina
. Watching this lewd scene, I held my breath and ejaculated into my pants… then tiptoed
back to my room.

From then on, I often witnessed my mother's late-night "passionate performances," and she spent less time at home than before
. One time, while my mother was taking a shower, I passed by and suddenly had a very wicked thought: I wanted to ask about
the smell of her stockings and underwear. As if possessed, I quietly went to the bathroom and saw my mother
's clothes in the laundry basket. Excitedly, I rummaged through them. At the very bottom, I finally found my mother's underwear and stockings.
As I picked them up like treasures, I suddenly felt a cool, refreshing sensation on the black stockings. Huh? What is this? I carefully unfolded
the stockings, only to find a hole in the crotch. Even stranger, the cold spot was sticky.
Upon closer inspection, I was horrified. There was a patch of sticky residue near my mother's thigh on the stockings. I
brought it to my nose and smelled it—the pungent odor of semen… I stood there, stunned, as if struck by lightning.
My mother… had a man. That was the first thought in my mind.

Looking at the man's mark on the stockings, imagining that man riding on my mother
, I was consumed by jealousy. In a fit of rage, I pulled my mother's panties inside out with my left hand, pressing the crotch against my nose
. With my other hand, I picked up the expensive stocking stained with another man's semen and
began to masturbate my rock-hard penis. Soon after, I ejaculated with a muffled groan, taking a deep sniff of the lingering
scent of my mother's vaginal fluid on the panties. Then I wiped it on my penis and put it back with the stocking.

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, I'm already 15 years old, having been admitted to the provincial key high school, No. 3 Middle School, with excellent grades. Now I'm a
first-year high school student. The day my mother learned I got into No. 3 Middle School, she was overjoyed. She specially canceled her
work schedule for the day to take me to the amusement park for a fun-filled day. When we returned home after having dinner out,
my mother still had a smile on her face, and I was extremely happy too. Seeing my mother so happy, I was willing to do anything.

Back home, we sat on the sofa watching TV. I happily snuggled up to my mother. You know,
opportunities like this are rare. My mother is a very busy person, with endless dinners and schedules every day. Let alone sitting and
watching TV with her, even having dinner with her is sometimes a luxury. We both have
TVs , but even when we have time to watch them, we don't usually sit in the living room downstairs. Being able to sit with my mother
and watch TV like this today, even if I had to watch those brainless dramas written by obviously flawed writers, I would be incredibly happy
. Since my father passed away, our family has rarely had the chance to sit together like this and enjoy this warm and happy
feeling.

I checked the time; it was already 8 PM. Snuggled against my mother, watching
a Korean drama on Hunan TV with her, inhaling her feminine scent, I felt a stirring within me. I glanced down at her and saw
her breasts, her large, firm breasts bouncing gently with her soft breaths. I recalled that late-night
glimpse of her, the alluring sight of her soft hands caressing her breasts. My
erection . Drooling, I desperately resisted the urge to touch those "peach-like" mounds… Just then, the doorbell
rang. My mother and I exchanged surprised glances. Who could it be at this hour? I got up and went to the door, pressing
the intercom button. The screen lit up.

Three women stood outside. I asked, "Who are you looking for?" The woman in the middle, head bowed, said,
"Oh, is this the home of President Kim Min-jung?" Seeing that the woman had mentioned my mother's name, I pressed the
open button. With a click, the door opened, and three women walked in. The woman in the middle looked up, smiling, and
asked, "Hello, is Mr. Jin here?" Her gaze stunned me. What a bewitching woman…
When she looked at me, her eyes seemed to possess a captivating power, making my heart flutter and my soul soar.
He shook his head, trying to pierce the depths of her gaze, trying to dispel the lingering unease in his mind.

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