Forbidden Love by zhouyou12121

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Forbidden Love

by zhuyu12121

Chapter 1

My three years of studying in Canada have come to an end. I didn't heed my advisor's advice to stay, but
instead eagerly boarded a plane to my hometown, Taipei, where my beautiful mother, who gave me birth and raised me, resides…

As the plane took off, I felt a pang of reluctance to leave Vancouver, the international city where I had lived for three and a half years
. It held my memories of youth: school, classmates, and most unforgettable, my South Korean female advisor,
Li Yunzhen. My mother sent me here to study at 17, entrusting me with the
care .

In the days that followed, Ms. Li lived up to my mother's expectations, providing me with meticulous
care, even in bed—in my second year here, she divorced her long-separated American husband. After
a drunken exchange of secrets, they ended up in bed together. It can be said that all my sexual experiences before the age of 20
came from this 18-year-older, yet incredibly charming, advisor.

Last night, we made love one last time, deeply entwined. Her beautiful, mature body still
captivated ; I simply love that mature allure. She was unusually proactive,
gently lying on top of me, her full hips swaying, offering and receiving an intoxicating pleasure amidst the ebb and flow of fullness and emptiness. After
one last frenzied thrust, we both moaned as we reached the peak of ecstasy.
Tears welled in her eyes as she embraced me, saying, "I will remember you for the rest of my life..."

The plane flew through the blue sky and white clouds, my heart already flying back to my longed-for mother. After
two more finally drifted off to sleep. I don't know how much time passed, but then a bright
light appeared before me—a transparent glass door. The room was filled with mist, and within it, a voluptuous, fair, mature female body was faintly visible. I tried to
see more clearly, pressing myself closer to the door. Her voluptuous body was turned away from the glass door, the
showerhead spraying water that cascaded down her satin-like skin, over her shoulders and back, down her fair, plump buttocks, and down her shapely
legs…

My throat went dry, my heart raced, and I finally couldn't resist pushing open the door, embracing her
body , letting her struggle and letting the water soak me. My hands cupped her breasts from behind, and
the moment I felt the fleshy peaks stand erect, I felt the air freeze, my heart pounding in my chest
. I could only try to alleviate this agonizing confinement with my powerful, instinctive breathing. Just then, I lost my balance and
slipped, falling to the ground, my head slamming against the wall. I seemed to lose consciousness for a moment, only hearing my mother's
loud cries. I struggled desperately to my feet.

Suddenly, my body shuddered, and I abruptly opened my eyes to a flight attendant's sweet smiling face—
I had actually dreamt on the plane! I straightened my clothes, checked my watch, and realized we still had two hours until we arrived. Sipping the water the flight attendant
offered , I reflected on the dream I'd just had. I knew it wasn't a dream, but a replay of a past reality.
I was 17 that year. Shortly after, my mother sent me to Vancouver so I could study and
learn to independent, not overly dependent on her.

The plane transited in New York, landing in Taipei in the evening. Stepping off the plane, I noticed a light drizzle outside
. Among the crowd of people waiting to pick me up, I immediately spotted my mother, holding a floral umbrella and wearing a pale yellow trench coat. Her
figure was unique in my heart. I practically ran over, and without a word, I swept her up in my arms. She
held the umbrella in one hand and gently pushed my shoulder with the other, smiling and playfully telling me to let go. I
kissed her smooth forehead before releasing her. My mother hadn't changed much since we parted three years ago. Even
the fragrance emanating from her body and hair remained the same, and her demeanor and speech were still those of a well-bred lady. Because she practices traditional Chinese medicine
and health preservation, she was remarkably well-maintained, and her boundless charm deeply attracted me, a feeling even
stronger than three years ago.

Sitting in the car my mother was driving, I couldn't help but stare at her, unwilling to look away. My mother focused on driving,
occasionally glancing at me, but quickly turning her head away when our eyes met. "Mom, I missed you so much!
Did you miss me?" My mother nodded and said, "How could I not?" I added, "I must have missed you
more than you missed me. I even dream about you, even have erotic dreams about you, hehe!" My mother gave me a reproachful look and said
, "Go away, you're an adult, don't talk nonsense, or I'll kick you out and make you walk home!" I stuck out my tongue.

My home is an old villa built in the early 1990s, but it's well-maintained and doesn't look dilapidated.
This house was bought by my father when he was alive. He was a young general, dashing and always attracting the attention of
countless women, including my mother when she was young. Later, my mother married my father at the age of 18
, and I was born when she was 19. The three of us spent ten wonderful years together. My father worked in the military and government
, while my mother ran a traditional Chinese medicine health center. But when I was 10, my father
was tragically killed in an accident while commanding a live-fire exercise. From then on, it was just my mother and me living together.

Because my father received a large sum of compensation after his death, and my mother's health center business was booming,
we were materially well-off. However, my mother would often stare blankly at my father's photo. Whenever this happened, I
would silently hug my mother and say to her, "Mom, I'm here. When I grow up, I will
take care of you like Dad did!" My mother would smile knowingly, kiss me, and hug me tightly in her warm embrace.

It wasn't until I turned 16 that my mother noticed something was wrong with me. First, she noticed the intense gaze I was giving her
. Then, she found her underwear under my blanket. Finally,
the scene I relived in my dream on the airplane occurred. She realized I had a deep-seated Oedipus complex, so she decided to send me abroad,
away from her for a while, hoping to dispel my abnormal feelings. But now it seems the effect is the opposite.

The house is exactly as I left it, spotless and filled with the faint fragrance of flowers and plants grown
by my mother . The only change is that when I left,
the greenhouse my mother used to cultivate herbs on the top floor of the villa had just started construction. Now it's completed and planted with dozens of herbs that my mother cultivated herself. This greenhouse,
less than 200 square meters, is like a small botanical garden. There's also a small room
with a pool inside, decorated like a sauna. I asked my mother what it was for, and she said it was...
As I said, it was a sauna, but a drug sauna. I was very curious and said I would definitely try it sometime.

After running around up and down the stairs, I finally returned to my bedroom. I could tell that everything had been changed
. A poster that used to be above my bed was gone. It was a picture I really liked, which I
had found on the computer and printed out. There was only one woman in the picture, her name was Matsuzaka Keiko. Her heyday was quite far removed from me,
a 90s kid, but I liked her because her appearance and demeanor were very
similar to my mother's. Besides that picture, I also collected a set of her photos. She was over 50 but still had a full but not fat figure,
making people drool and fantasize.

In many erotic dreams, I had that voluptuous body under me, thrusting my penis into that honey pot between my thighs
, but every time I was about to lift my hips and make my move, the face under me would turn into my mother's real, gentle face, and then I would
get excited and ejaculate... When I woke up, my crotch would always be a mess.

While eating across the table from my mother, I asked her where the poster in her bedroom was. She said it was old and yellowed
and she had thrown it away. I looked at her regretfully and said, "Then I'll make a poster of Mom and hang it there." But my mother
said, "Don't hang it. You should find a girlfriend and hang hers.
What's the point of hanging someone like me, old and faded, on your head?"

"Mom, who said you're old and faded? You're beautiful, the most beautiful person in my eyes." "

You're so glib!" I smiled and said to her, "Mom, I'll take a picture
of you after I finish eating!" I ate heartily, and after finishing, I urged my mother to go to a brightly lit spot in the living room to take the picture. My mother couldn't refuse
, so she had to cooperate. As I picked up my camera to take the picture, I felt she should change her clothes. I remembered
she had a beige cotton sundress, so I asked her to change into it so I could take the picture. My mother said she'd just take a picture like this, but I went over
and picked her up, saying, "Why don't you change? Don't you want a better picture?"

She asked me to put her down, but I said I wouldn't let her go unless she changed, so she had no choice but to go and change. When my mother came out after
changing , I was immediately struck by her beauty. Under the light, my mother looked even more radiant in her sundress. She was full-figured but not plump,
her breasts firm and well-proportioned, and her legs, exposed outside the dress, were fair, smooth, and incredibly beautiful. I couldn't resist putting down my
camera , going over to hug her
, and spinning her around twice. "Mom, you're so beautiful!" I said

, kissing her smooth cheek and then pressing my lips to hers. This sudden action startled my mother, giving me a chance to be wicked
. I gently sucked on her alluring lips, taking advantage of the situation! Just as I was about to taste her tongue, my mother pushed my
head away forcefully, her almost angry tone making me let go. Knowing her temper, I quickly released her. My mother blushed
slightly and turned to go back to her room. I quickly grabbed her and begged her to finish taking the photos. She let me take two before going back to her room.

I took the camera back to my bedroom, connected it to the computer, and started organizing, enlarging, and printing the photos.
It took more than an hour to finish. Although it wasn't professional, I was satisfied. Lying on the bed looking at the photos I had just
finished , my mother's mature and gentle face captivated me. Recalling the past, my penis became wickedly
erect. I finally couldn't resist taking off my clothes and starting to masturbate.

I closed my eyes and imagined a wicked and passionate scene: lying on my mother's mature and voluptuous body, straightening
my erect penis and inserting it into her honey hole. I seemed to hear my mother's soft moans. I hungrily sucked on her firm
and full breasts, my penis thrusting and pumping.

My hand increased its speed in this fantasy until "Ah!" and a stream of white semen gushed
out from my penis...

To be continued

. The beginning is very good. I look forward to what happens next. Chapter Three

After my encounter with Qin Gangxiong at the snack street, my restless heart pounded even harder. I spent
two days my thoughts, then went to a bookstore and bought several psychology books, mainly Freud's
works on taboo relationships, and some modified versions of Oedipus complex
material (including the famous essay "On the Feasibility and Necessity of Mother-Son Sexual Relationships").
I placed these books in a prominent position at home and often read them in front of my mother. I observed her closely and
concluded that she, out of concern for what I was focusing on, also flipped through the books, but she didn't express
anything , nor did her attitude change significantly. Even when I shamelessly tried to be overly affectionate,
she would push me away, half-angrily, half-scolding. I could only manage a light kiss on her mature, radiant face.

Besides all that, in order to please my mother more, I worked diligently, humbly asking questions
and learning from others. My progress and achievements were quite gratifying, and I successfully signed a large
client . For this, I received praise from my mother and supervisors at the company's weekly meeting on Thursdays. That evening
, when I returned home for dinner, I asked my mother, "Beautiful lady (I started calling her that a few days ago), I was thinking that your son has finally
achieved a small success. Should we open a bottle of wine to celebrate?" Although my mother scolded me a little for calling her "beautiful lady," she couldn't help but
accept my insistence on calling her that. She nodded at my suggestion and said, "Yes, we should celebrate.
Heh, go get the wine, the one on the top left of the cabinet!" I obeyed and brought the wine and glasses. I uncorked the wine,
poured a glass for my mother first, then one for myself. The pure grape red
shimmered slightly under the light and the reflection of the glass, and the aroma was irresistible. I could tell it was a very good French vintage; while
not a masterpiece, it was certainly above average. "Come on! Beautiful lady, let's drink this!"
We clinked , and I took a big gulp. My mother only took a small, polite sip and said to me, "You're not drinking red wine,
you're like a bandit drinking from a big bowl!" I paused for a moment, then smiled and replied, "Does the beautiful lady prefer a more gentlemanly man?

Then I'll try to be a gentleman from now on! Please, beautiful lady!" As I spoke, I placed a piece of her favorite mushroom on my mother's plate
and brought it to her lips, but she stopped me with her chopsticks. I said, "Please, have some, otherwise I won't eat it!"
"My mother smiled helplessly, opened her mouth, and ate it. Then I drank heartily while showering
her with attention, trying to make the 'beauty' happy. But when I poured her another glass, she seriously refused, saying she had to
go online to talk to a client later. I had no choice but to give up. Perhaps the wine was too good, or perhaps I was a little too happy today, but
I drank four glasses in a row, only stopping when there was almost nothing left in the bottle. Little did I know that this wine had a strong aftereffect; after eating, I lay on the sofa..."
I only realized I was drunk when I was watching TV, and I started to feel drowsy. Half-drunk, half-awake, I heard my mother calling me, telling me to go back to my room
to sleep.

I opened my sleepy eyes and struggled to stand up, a little unsteady. My mother quickly helped me up, and I hugged her tightly.
"Beautiful Mom, I want to sleep with you! I want to sleep with you!" "You've had too much to drink. I told you to drink less and listen to me! Get up
and go to sleep!" My mother half-carried, half-supported me as we walked up the stairs. My bedroom was on the third floor, and my mother's was on the second.
After finally getting to the second floor, my mother, panting heavily, was exhausted from supporting this drunkard who kept bothering her neck and waist. Getting
me up to the third floor hadn't been easy. "Beautiful Mom, I'll sleep here, I'll sleep with you!" I pointed to
my mother's bedroom door. My mother thought for a moment and said, "Okay, then I'll sleep on the third floor!" I took the opportunity to be cheeky and said,
"If you don't want to sleep with me, then I'll go back to the third floor..." My mother was too weak to drag me, so she could only
glare at me reproachfully and say, "Fine! You sleep, sleep, sleep!" She helped me into her bedroom.

I plopped down on the bed, and my mother helped me take off my socks and pulled down my
pants . My mother bent down to pick up the clothes she had taken off, intending to throw them into the laundry room, but I grabbed her and pushed her down onto
the blanket. "Beautiful mom, sleep!" I said, and began to kiss my mother's face and neck haphazardly, while my hands restlessly
grabbed and kneaded her breasts. My mother panicked and pushed my face and hands away, "Xiao'er, let go! You
've had too much to drink , let go... I'm your mother! Don't..." Before she could finish her sentence
, my lips covered hers. Because she was speaking with her mouth open, I easily slipped my tongue into her mouth
and greedily sucked on her little, fragrant tongue. My mother, who had been pushing my hand away from her chest with both hands,
could only struggle to pull her hands back and push my head away forcefully. I was determined not to let go,
no matter how much my mother struggled. At the same time, my unguarded hand quickly occupied her chest, easily
slipping inside her robe, pushing off her bra and fastening it to her alluring breasts. My mother's breasts weren't large, but
they were quite well-endowed, of moderate size, and well-maintained, still full and firm. A single grasp of them instantly
made blood rush to my head, but this feeling was immediately overshadowed by a sharp pain on my tongue. I
cried out in pain and released my mouth, instinctively pulling my hand back. It turned out that my mother had bitten
my tongue in her haste. My mother looked at me with a mixture of surprise, fear, and worry as I clutched my mouth and cried out in pain. After a brief
pause , she immediately jumped out of bed and left the room. I knew she had gone to sleep on the third floor.

By this time, I had sobered up considerably. Recalling what had just happened, I patted my forehead and buried myself back
under the covers. I slept in an extremely uncomfortable position until dawn. When I woke up, I stared blankly at the ceiling for a while before
jumping out of bed. Seeing that I wasn't wearing any pajamas, I carefully went up to the third floor. I took a shower first, then put on
my pajamas and came out again. I hesitated whether to go back to the second floor or check on my mother. Finally, I quietly pushed open
the bedroom door on the third floor. In the dim light from the living room, I saw my mother lying on her side under the covers with her back to the door, breathing evenly. I
breathed a sigh of relief, stood at the door for a moment, then walked to the bedside, gently climbed into bed, and crawled under the covers, lying flat beside my mother
. My mother's warm body heat, with each breath, seeped through her back to my arm, rising
and falling, a strange, indescribable feeling, much like the emotional bond between us. I
rolled over , embracing her from behind, burying my head in the back of her neck, lying quietly. My mother stirred, as if
waking up. "Mom, I'm sorry..." My mother sighed, moved her hand, then took my
hand from her waist, opened my palm, and traced words on it with her other hand. I understood she was writing.
When I was little, I often played with her this way, and for a time, I enjoyed it immensely. Over time, it became a simple form of communication. I carefully felt what she was writing, and then wrote my reply on
her palm . 　　"It's Mom's fault. Does your tongue still hurt?" "A little, but it's okay!" "Why did you do this? 　　Didn't I tell you before I sent you abroad?" "I don't know! I just love Mom! I can't control my heart!" "No!" "We are mother and son." "But I love you! No one loves you more than me! " 　　"Love is not all the same!" "My love is different from that of other sons! I believe you understand!" 　　"So what if we love each other? We can't be together. We are mother and son." "Mother and son can be together! Haven't you read about it in books ? Such relationships do exist." "Those are just in books, maybe only in legends." "No! We have them around us!" "Nonsense!" "Really, Aunt Fei and Qin Gang are an example." 　　... 　　At this point, my mother suddenly seemed stunned. After a while, I heard her speak to me: "You're not talking nonsense you? How could that be? Don't think nonsense! You're grown up now, you should find a girlfriend. Once you have a good girl, you won't think like that anymore." I quickly said, "It's true! I'm not talking nonsense, Qin Gang told me himself!" 　　"You...you're all talking nonsense! Who would believe that?" "I believe you! Beautiful mother, if I can prove all , will you accept me too?" "Nonsense! Stop indulging in your delusions. If you keep talking nonsense, I'll have to take you to see a psychologist!" "No! I swear to God, everything I said is true!..." 　　"Alright, no one will listen to your lies, and even the heavens won't hear your vows!" My mother said, pushing me away and getting out of bed. As she left, she said, "I'm not going to talk nonsense with you anymore. Go to sleep!" I said, "I'll produce evidence and show you that what I said is true. There are many examples of mothers and sons loving each other! You just wait!" I lay in bed, reflecting on my mother's reaction. It seemed she wasn't as averse to the forbidden love as before, or perhaps the opinions printed from books and the internet had some effect. However, she still couldn't accept this relationship herself. The best way to help her open up was to show her real-life examples, and Aunt Fei and Qin Gang were the perfect choice. But how could I get them to testify? Ask my mother? That was impossible. Ask Aunt Fei and Qin Gang? That seemed unlikely too; their relationship was best kept secret . 　　There was only one way—to film them together. But how? Have Qin Gang film it himself? Knowing him as I do, if I told him, he wouldn't film it and would definitely beat me up. Asking Aunt Fei was out of the question. I racked my brains until dawn. There was only one way: I would secretly film it myself! Having made up my mind…

I began to carefully plan.

Chapter Four

The next day at noon, I took a day off and drove straight to Taichung. I was going to see Old Han,
a . Old Han had also been injured in that exercise, losing an eye, and then retired.
With the government's support, he ran a military supplies store. Old Han's store had a complete and professional selection of supplies;
you could say it had everything except weapons. I bought some fruit and the tea that Old Han liked to drink. When we met, we
inevitably exchanged pleasantries. My visit to Old Han wasn't without reason; I was bound to come sooner or later. But
I had another, more important matter to attend to: I needed to find a military-grade wireless receiver for covert surveillance. These things
were difficult to obtain; ordinary quality ones were relatively easy to get, but truly high-quality ones were hard to come by. However, I knew Old
Han definitely had some. I had some tea with Old Han for a while, and then, when customers came to choose items in the store, I got up
and looked around. I didn't find anything I liked, but I still picked out a pair of binoculars. I asked Lao Han how much it cost, and he chuckled
and said it was a gift. I grinned and put it in my bag. As I pretended to leave, I suddenly asked him if he had any
hidden cameras. Lao Han thought for a moment and said he did, but they were a bit expensive, so he didn't display them openly. He then rummaged through
the shelf for a while and took down a small box. He asked what I needed it for. I already had an excuse in mind and told him
I was looking for it for a friend who studies animals; he wanted to use it to film animals in the forest. He nodded and said it was a great device. It could
hold multiple hidden cameras simultaneously and transmit video images from different angles. The resolution was quite high.
You could plug a wireless receiver with the correct frequency into a computer's USB port to view high-definition images. However, it wasn't a satellite
receiver , so the receiving distance was limited to 50 meters. I was excited and asked how much it cost.

Lao Han said, "If you use it, it's a gift. If someone else uses it..." I said I understood and immediately took out
50,000 yuan in cash from my bag and gave it to him. He immediately returned 20,000 yuan to me. I thanked them profusely, then asked how to use it before packing
up and leaving.

That evening after work, I said goodbye to my mother and went to Aunt Fei's house. Qin Gang was a little surprised to see me, but also
quite happy, while Aunt Fei busied herself buying groceries and cooking. I chatted with Qin Gang while looking around
their house. It was their new house after I left Taipei, a very comfortable and spacious three-bedroom, two-living-room apartment. Qin Gang helped
Aunt Fei in the kitchen, and I saw that the mother and son worked together seamlessly, their eyes filled
with affection for each other. I left the kitchen and looked around the bedrooms. I saw a guest room that was very tidy,
indicating someone lived there. Diagonally opposite the guest room was Qin Gang's bedroom. I went in and looked around, and could tell that
it wasn't often occupied. Passing through another living room, I opened Aunt Fei's bedroom door and immediately saw two large pillows on the
bed . I smiled knowingly. Then, seeing the mother and son still busily working, completely oblivious,
I immediately opened my bag, took out three specially disguised hidden cameras, shaped like tiny buttons, and
two sound receivers. I went into Aunt Fei's bedroom. One camera was attached to the lampshade on the ceiling, so
small it was hard to spot unless you looked very closely. The second was placed in the gap of the wardrobe beside the bed, even more invisible.
Finally, one was stuck to the clothes hanger facing the bed. I then tucked the sound receiver, disguised as a playing card, under
the blanket . After finishing, I felt a little nervous and excited.

That evening, I enjoyed a hearty meal at the warm hospitality of Aunt Fei and her son, and unsurprisingly, Aunt Fei insisted I stay
. She said she hadn't visited in years, and since it was the weekend, I should stay for a couple of days
and go back on Sunday. I was more than happy to oblige. That night, when I went to bed, I saw Qin Gang go back to his bedroom to sleep. I lay in
bed , I fell asleep near dawn
. The next day, Qin Gang and I spent the day at his auto repair shop, and then returned to his house.
During , while the mother and son were busy serving the dishes, I secretly dissolved a Viagra tablet I had prepared beforehand into Qin Gang's soup bowl…

That night, I pretended to be tired, turned off the lights early, and went to bed, waiting for the show to begin. Not long after I turned off the lights, I heard
the door open to Qin Gang's room. I waited a moment, then got up, turned on my laptop, plugged in the USB receiver, and
put on my headphones. The computer screen was completely black, with only a faint light allowing me to identify it as Aunt Fei's room—
the faint light coming through the large window behind the curtains. I could hear clear whispers coming through the headphones. I
also opened the screen recording software on my computer; my most important purpose was to record this scene.

"Xiaoxiao's here, why are you here..." "It's okay, he's already asleep." "Don't let them find out...

" What followed was a series of kisses, followed by increasingly heavy breathing. I stared intently at the screen, and could
make out a tangled body writhing in the darkness. My breathing grew heavier, a strange
excitement .

I'd watched countless pornographic films, but never felt this excited. I was incredibly curious about the state of the usually elegant Aunt Fei
when her son, Qin Gang, was fucking her! The bodies entwined more intensely, and I heard a
soft moan from a woman's throat. I began to hate the darkness again; it prevented me from seeing this real sex
scene unfolding.

"Uh... um... ah..." The man's heavy breathing and the woman's suppressed moans were
unbearably .

"Ah!" A high-pitched groan came through the headphones, clearly a signal that the woman was approaching climax.

Then, something delightful happened: the screen lit up. Someone had turned on the bedside lamp.
I saw two naked bodies intertwined, one on top of the other, one prone and one supine at the head of the bed. The one prone was none other than Qin Gang.
A pair of smooth, full legs were wrapped around his waist—undoubtedly Aunt Fei's legs. I shifted
the camera and saw Aunt Fei's face, flushed with a mixture of shyness and desire, in the dim light. Her two erect
breasts stood proudly. Just as I was wondering if they were done so quickly, and how incompetent Qin Gang was, I saw him
reach into the bedside table and pull out something. He then hurriedly but carefully tore at it with his hands. I immediately realized
he was putting on a condom; the real show was just beginning.

Qin Gang quickly put the condom on his erect penis. I mentally remarked that this guy
's penis seemed quite decent—thick and hard, no less than mine. Perhaps it was thanks to my Viagra pill, ha!

Qin Gang leaned down again, his mouth taking one of Aunt Fei's nipples into his mouth, his hands on her full buttocks and inner thighs.
The brief respite from the heavy breathing and moans instantly returned. After a few moments of kissing, Qin Gang straightened up, knelt
, and, with one hand supporting Aunt Fei's knees, guided his erect penis towards her vulva . He
then slowly thrust his hips forward. I saw Aunt Fei grip the sheet with one hand and place the other to her mouth, her delicate brows furrowing
slightly as she let out a soft "Ah, um!" as Qin Gang's penis slowly slid into her.

I couldn't resist reaching down to my own crotch and stroking my erect penis. My eyes were glued
to the mother and son, who were now truly having sex.

The son, Qin Gang, began to gently pull and thrust his penis into his mother Fang Fei's vagina, pulling it out before forcefully
pushing it . Each thrust brought a groan of unbearable excitement from his mother, accompanied by
a loud "smack" as his hips slapped heavily against her buttocks. After repeating this dozens of times, Fang Fei's excited
moans began to rise and fall continuously, her head tilting back from time to time. Qin Gang supported his mother's plump buttocks
with both hands and moved her back slightly, then placed her legs on his shoulders. He leaned forward, his hands on the bed,
so that his mother's plump buttocks were tilted upwards, making the position of her vaginal opening more suitable for his thrusting. "Fei, I'm coming."

Qin Gang said, using one hand to smooth the hair on his mother's cheek, then withdrew his hand and started his
motor-like hips, rising and falling rapidly, his hard penis appearing and disappearing,
moving in and out of his mother's vagina like a piston.

"Ah...ah...um...uh ah..." "Slap! Slap!..." The creaking of the large bed
also rang out. Was this a symphony of lovemaking?

Fang Fei's hands, which had been gripping the sheets, were now wrapped around her son's neck. The excited expression on her face
was completely devoid of her usual dignified demeanor, her fair neck constantly stretching upwards. Suddenly, during one of his thrusts, Qin Gang's penis slipped out of
his mother's vagina. He had to use his hand to readjust it and forcefully insert it all the way in. Fang Fei, beneath him,
involuntarily arched her back before falling back onto the bed. Seeing his mother's reaction, Qin Gang repeated
the process, pulling his entire penis to her vulva and then thrusting it in forcefully. This method worked every time, until his mother, Fang Fei, suddenly let out a
high-pitched moan, released her hands, and her body trembled slightly. The son had brought his mother to a blissful climax. Qin Gang
then lowered his mother's legs and kneaded her, wiping the hot sweat from her face, gently kissing her cheeks and
lips ,

while one large hand kneaded her white buttocks. As his mother's ecstatic moans rang out again, the son mounted her once more. He lay on his side, embracing his mother tightly from
behind , his groin pressed against her buttocks, his penis entering her vagina from below at an angle,
moving slowly and steadily, while his hands gently caressed her breasts. The mother pulled her legs inward, thrusting her hips back as far as she could, welcoming
her son's thrusts. The son thrust in hard, his mouth agape, his lips trembling.

The mother responded with a slightly shy moan, "Ah!" After a tender, lingering moment,
the son was about to unleash his power again. He knelt behind his mother, whose legs were bent to the side, and thrust
his penis in from behind, assuming a "cart-riding" position.

This kneeling, side-lying, leg-bent position was my favorite. I had dreamt of fucking my mother in this position countless times
, but now Qin Gang was enacting a scene from my dreams in reality. Besides
envy, I felt an even stronger lust, and my hand, stroking my erection, quickened
its .

In the scene, the son, also aroused, shouted and thrust his penis wildly. The mother, who had been lying on her side, now lay diagonally,
her hands supporting her on the bed, her body swaying like a small boat in the wind with the son's vigorous thrusts from behind.

Suddenly, the son cried out and thrust his penis deep into his mother's honey hole one last time...

(To be continued...) The author's writing is good and quite delicate, and the plot is also quite good. I look forward to the rest of the story. Good plot, looking forward to the rest of the story. Chapter 5:

If I went to Qin Gang's house full of expectations, I left in a state of smug satisfaction. I
slung the backpack I'd brought over my shoulder and left the neighborhood with Aunt Fei and Qin Gang seeing me off.
Besides contained a fascinating
video file. I'd saved Aunt Fei and Qin Gang's passionate encounter from the previous night to a USB drive.
I planned to take it home and, at the right moment, show it to my beautiful mother, letting her know that
there are many things in this world she doesn't know, and perhaps many secrets are hidden right beside her—secrets that could change her
worldview and perspective on life.

In a good mood, I drove slowly, occasionally glancing at the scenery along the way. Passing a
flower shop, I impulsively stopped, went inside, and bought a large bouquet of red roses without hesitation. Then I drove
home, singing all the way. At three o'clock in the afternoon, the house was quiet. The setting sun cast dappled shadows through the treetops
and the large glass windows of the living room. "I'm home! Where are you, beautiful mom?" I
went straight to the study on the second floor and saw my mother busy at the computer. Before she could even
speak , a large bouquet of red roses was presented to her. "Oh! You silly child, why did you buy flowers?"

my mother scolded, but she still took the flowers, smelled them, and placed them on the windowsill. Then she turned to me and asked,
"Who buys roses for their own mother? What a mess!" "Mom! I wanted to buy them! From now on, I'm not only
your son, but also your devoted suitor. I'm going to seriously pursue my beautiful mom!" I said
earnestly . My mother shook her head helplessly. "Beautiful mother, I love you!" My mother raised her hand as if to hit me, so I
quickly ran upstairs, threw my bag onto my bed, turned on the desktop computer in my bedroom,
plugged in a USB drive, inserted a high-quality blank disc, opened the software, and typed a few keys. I was going
to record the passionate scene between Qin Gang and his mother, Aunt Fei, from last night. After the computer started working, I went into the bathroom. By the time I finished showering, the disc
was finished recording. I played it back, and the effect was good; the picture from all angles was fairly clear. I had already
prepared the video file last night, cutting off a dark section of the video, leaving very little. The scene that appeared after about ten seconds was Qin Gang
putting on a condom, preparing to officially penetrate his mother. Satisfied, I took out the disc, put it away
, and went downstairs to my mother's study. I made her a cup of coffee, then stood behind her chair,
gently massaging her shoulders with both hands.

"Beautiful lady, why are you still doing this on the weekend? Can't you just relax?" Perhaps she had been sitting for too long, and my
massage felt very comfortable. My mother seemed to enjoy it and let me massage her. I learned this shoulder massage technique from her, a health expert
. She said, "Someone just called and needed this urgently." As she spoke, she moved the mouse,
transferred her email, and sent it out. Then she remembered something, and I quickly pressed her down, saying, "Beautiful lady, don't move. Let me give you a proper
massage and show you my technique!" My mother smiled and sat back down happily. I
lowered the automatically adjusting chair a bit and began to carefully massage her shoulders and neck. Massage is a very important part of traditional Chinese medicine,
and my mother is an expert in this area. So, as I massaged her, I listened to her explain the principles. We talked more and more, and our conversation drifted further and further
away. We talked about massage for cervical spondylosis, and before we knew it, we were talking about skincare, and from skincare, we drifted to other topics.

I suddenly blurted out, "I heard that some women's skincare routines include intimate area care. Does your spa
offer that?" My mother was amused by my question but didn't know how to answer for a moment. "Who told you that?"
"Heh, it's all over TV commercials now. Do I need to know anyone? People at work have mentioned it in conversations too." "Yes, it
exists, but it's not that common. As living standards improve and society progresses, people's awareness of skincare naturally
follows suit in all aspects."

I smiled mischievously and asked, "So, beautiful mom, do you take care of that area too?"

But the answer I got was a slap on the back of my hand. "You, as a son, ask about
everything . It's not right!" I chuckled and continued massaging, thinking that my mother must have tried those skincare products herself
.

My gaze fell on the calendar on the table. I looked at the date—September. Suddenly, I remembered something. "Beautiful mom,
next Friday is your birthday!" "Hmm." She nodded casually. "We should
definitely !"

"Celebrate what? Don't tell anyone at the company! I already told everyone my birthday was a long time ago."

"Oh, then we should celebrate properly at home! Don't worry about things at home, I'll pick out a nice gift for
you!"

"You, just don't mess around with me, that's the best gift." My mind was already on how to celebrate my mother's
birthday .

That night before bed, I chatted with Qin Gang online. I mischievously asked him: "How's it going, buddy? These
past two days at your house, pretending that no one knows your secret with Aunt Fei, have you been holding back?
Has your little brother protested? "

Qin Gang: "Hehe, I have strong self-control. "

Me: "Get lost! You slept at Aunt Fei's place yesterday, thinking I didn't know.

" Qin Gang: "You little bastard! You were eavesdropping." (Sent a murderous emoji)

Me: "No, I just went to the bathroom and saw your door wasn't closed properly, so I peeked in, but you weren't there!

I didn't dare tell the truth, knowing I was in the wrong."

Qin Gang: "Oh. How are things between you and Aunt Xiaolin?"

Me: Still the same. Next week is her birthday, and she said she doesn't want to bother her friends, so I plan to celebrate it myself.

Qin Gang: That's good! It's your chance to shine. Do your best. (A mischievous expression)

Me: I have a question for you, not a joke, answer seriously. Is your Aunt Fei's private area pretty?

Qin Gang: Where?

Me: That part! I heard that people pay attention to maintaining their private parts now.

Qin Gang: Oh, I think so. You'll know once you succeed.

Me: Hey, are you always really strong when you do it? How many points would you give me, out of 10? Qin Gang: Definitely 9 points or more.

Me: You're kidding! How many times a week? Qin Gang: About three times a week. For mature women like them, quality is more important than
quantity, understand? And we love each other, it's not just about sex, understand? You need to respect her feelings.

Me: I don't need you to teach me, I've been there too!

I thought about Qin Gang's methods when he was having sex with his mother last night, and sighed inwardly that I lacked experience. When I tried to ask him more
questions, he said he was going to sleep and went offline.

For the next few days, besides being busy with work, I would think about my mother's birthday whenever I had a spare moment.

Finally, another Friday arrived. After lunch, I checked my work schedule and saw nothing important, so I skipped lunch at
the company and went home. Back home, I started decorating. I called
the hourly worker I had arranged beforehand. First, I placed 99 carnations, then 999 red roses, and then strung up various colored lights and
ribbons, adjusting them one by one. During this time, a worker asked me whose birthday it was, with carnations and red roses.
I said it was my girlfriend and my mother's birthday.

Evening arrived, and I waited anxiously for my mother to return, but it was well past her closing time, and she hadn't
shown up. I couldn't help but call her. She said on the phone that she had a friend's invitation to a social event and couldn't refuse, and wouldn't be back
for a while . I was a little disappointed and asked if the person was male or female; she didn't answer and hung up. I sat on the sofa, feeling depressed
for a while, then called her again to ask where she was, saying I'd come over. She gave me an address and then told me not to
come , that she'd be back soon. I didn't listen to her. I went out, got in my car, and drove straight to the place she mentioned—a four-
star hotel. I parked the car, wondering where to look, when I saw my mother and a middle-aged man come out of the door.
I stayed in the car, watching them. The man had a round face and a mole on his left cheek—
disgusting ! When my mother shook hands to say goodbye, the man held onto her hand tightly, refusing to let go, and even tried to hug her. I couldn't stand it anymore
. I pushed open the car door, got out, and called out my mother's name: "Zhou Xiaolin!" They both turned to look
at me. I went over, pushed the man away, and pulled my mother towards the car.

"Who was that person?" "Xiaoxiao, how could you be so rude!" "I'm asking you who that man is?"

"A TV program sponsor, we've worked together before..." "Hmph, ill intentions! Don't
associate with him anymore! Go home!" My mother forcefully shook off my hand: "What are you doing?" "Do you know I've
been busy at home all afternoon waiting for you to come home for your birthday! And you..." I was a little emotional, and my mother was stunned. I
turned around, ran to my car, started the engine, and drove away. I saw my mother's car parked next to me when I came, so naturally I would drive back.

After walking for a while, I gradually calmed down and realized that I had gone a bit too far. Thinking of
this, my mind returned to the decorations at home.

I went home and turned off all the lights in the living room, waiting to surprise my mother when she returned. I heard the sound of
a key going into the lock, followed by the sound of the door being pushed open. At that moment, I pressed the switches for all the decorative lights.
Suddenly, a dazzling array of colorful lights illuminated the room. A few meters away from the entrance, a wall of lights
displayed two lines of text: "Happy Birthday, Mom!" on the left, and "Zhou Xiaolin, I love you!" on the right. Above them was a
banner that read: "Forever and Ever." Below the wall of lights was a table with a large cake and nine candles.

My mother gasped and froze at the doorway, letting go of the doorknob after a long pause, her
bag falling to the floor. Just then, the "Happy Birthday" song started playing from the speakers. I rushed over and hugged her
tightly, saying, "Happy Birthday!" My mother hugged me back warmly and emotionally, saying excitedly, "Thank you, son!" She even
leaned up and kissed my chin. I immediately returned the kiss with a passionate kiss, moving from her forehead to
her cheeks , finally capturing her lips. My mother struggled slightly, but I held her lips firmly in my kiss. Perhaps
feeling a pang of guilt for not returning home soon, coupled with the atmosphere before her, my mother gave up struggling, letting me
kiss her. Gradually, she began to respond to my passionate kisses. My breathing grew heavier, and my hands, which were wrapped around my mother's waist
, became restless, slowly moving downwards. One hand gently caressed her full hips encased in her skirt, while the other
slowly grasped the hem of her skirt, intending to make a deeper advance. Just as my hand slipped inside her skirt and touched my mother's shapely
thigh , my mother jolted awake as if from a dream, pushing me away abruptly. Under the lamplight, her face was flushed, and
she was breathing heavily. We stared at each other for a good ten seconds before she shyly straightened her clothes and
walked . I snapped out of my daze and quickly took out a lighter to light the candles.

"Make a wish and blow out the candles!" My mother clasped her hands together, made a wish, and then blew out the candles. I handed
her the knife to cut the cake. My mother cut a piece and held it to my lips first, but I insisted that she eat it first. She took a bite and then
handed it to me, which I swallowed whole. We shared the cake like that. Suddenly, the music from the speakers changed to a
romantic and warm tune. I asked my mother to put down what she was holding, pulled her to the center of the room, took her hand in one hand, and
placed the other on her waist, gesturing for her to dance. She hesitated for a moment, then followed my steps and
danced .

"Mom, how long has it been since you danced?" "It's been quite a few years. I don't feel like dancing when I have social engagements. It was back when your father
was still alive." "I'll dance with you from now on! I remember when I was little, Mom and Dad often danced here.
From now on, I'll be Dad's replacement! I'll take care of you and love you in his place!" I looked at my mother with deep emotion. A hint of shyness appeared on
my mother beautiful face. If I had said that before, she would have given me a reproachful look.

I slowly leaned my head towards my mother's head, and finally embraced her, dancing tenderly to the music
...

I slowly raised my head and stroked my mother's... I gently touched her beautiful face, my lips slowly moving towards her fragrant breath
. She, too, was swept up in my emotions, closing her eyes and awaiting my kiss! Our four passionate lips met
, releasing our love in unrestrained passion. At that moment, all worries and anxieties vanished. My mother's hands
clung tightly to my back, my large hands tracing her full hips and slipping under her skirt.
The smooth, delicate feel of her legs was intoxicating, like an aphrodisiac that instantly ignited my hormones.

I became frenzied, my lips, capable of melting anything at that moment, tracing across my mother's lips... I moved towards her jade-like neck,
hungrily sucking at every inch of her skin.

I heard my mother's heavy, soft moans! I felt her growing hot! Her firm breasts
heaved violently, guiding my lips to that spot. My hand greedily slipped between her legs, kneading her plump
inner thighs, moving upwards until it finally rested on that mysterious mound, where a rising, moist desire was stirring. I
couldn't wait to explore the deepest secret, but the passion, like a fleeting dream, was abruptly cut short once more!
My mother grabbed my hand again, one hand tightly pressed against the fabric of her skirt. A skirt was fastened
around my wrist, and the music had stopped sometime earlier. At that moment, my mother and I met eyes. My
gaze was full of longing, while hers held a hint of grievance and pleading. My heart melted
instantly . Her gaze pained me; I shouldn't have pressured her like that! I pulled my hand away from her skirt and embraced her again
, tears streaming down our faces. After a while, my mother gently got up, wiped
the tears , and smiled through her sobs, comforting me like she had when I was a child, saying, "Xiaoxiao, don't cry!" I
wiped away her tears too. "Thank you, Xiaoxiao! I haven't had such a wonderful birthday in years! Come on, let's tidy up and go to
sleep!"

I nodded and silently followed her as she cleaned the living room. Then we went upstairs together. At the top of the stairs between the second and
third floors I took a thin paper bag
, about the size of my palm, from my pocket and handed it to my mother, saying, "Beautiful Mom, I have a special gift for you. Don't open it yet; look at it before you go to sleep." She took it and walked towards her bedroom with a
suspicious . I went back to the third floor somewhat nervously.

The small paper bag contained the video I had secretly filmed that day—the passionate video of Aunt Fei and her son Qin Gang's
extremely intimate encounter, which I had saved and burned onto a disc.

(To be continued in Chapter Two)

First, I must clarify that I dislike stories involving abuse, cuckoldry, anal sex, or harem themes. Therefore, this story will not contain extremely
graphic content. Please forgive any intrusive content. Of course, necessary explicit scenes are definitely included, and they will be fully developed and detailed,
but there will be no illogical profanity. Please understand!

I didn't get up until almost noon the next day. My mother had already left a note and gone to work. Following the instructions on the note, I
found the breakfast she had prepared and ate it while thinking about what I would do that day. According to my mother's plan, I would rest at home
for two days first, and then officially start working at her health center, doing practical work in the marketing department, since that
was . Although my mother's company was called a health center, after nearly 10 years of operation, it had become
a fairly professional company with departments such as R&D, production, marketing, and human resources management; it could be said to be quite large.
My mother and her colleagues were often invited to be guests on health programs on television.

Feeling bored at home, I decided to go to the company to check it out. So I dressed up and set off.
Compared , the health center had been renovated, and they had also taken over a shop next door, expanded the space, and
hired new employees. I recognized about half of them, and we exchanged greetings and pleasantries. I suppose my mother...
I had already informed them, so they weren't particularly surprised by my arrival, only
slightly astonished that I had grown so tall and strong in three years. As I approached my mother's office, a woman emerged from the doorway. She was wearing
a business suit, tall, beautiful, with shoulder-length wavy hair, and quite charming. We met
face to face, paused for a moment, and immediately recognized each other. Her name was Fang Fei, a close friend of my mother's and also
her secretary at the company. Her son was the same age as me, so I often went to her house to play when I was little. Her husband
had passed away many years ago, and she had remarried but quickly divorced.

"Xiaoxiao (my childhood nickname, known only to close friends)? Oh, I heard from your mother that you're back. I was thinking of going home and having Qin Gang (her son, my childhood friend) invite you over to play!" Aunt Fang casually adjusted my shirt
with one hand while holding a folder in the other, as if I had returned to my childhood.
"Hello Aunt Fei! Haha!
Come give me a hug!" I playfully hugged her, the faint scent of her hair filling my nostrils. As I released her from my embrace,
I couldn't help but mentally weigh whether her waist or my mother's would be more comfortable to hug. But before I could figure it out, my mother
came out from inside the door to greet me. Aunt Fei patted me and said I could visit her sometime. She nodded to my mother and went to do her chores.

My mother ushered me into her office and asked why I was there. I grinned and said I missed her. She chuckled and shook
her head
, saying, "You're such a grown man now, always so unruly. Look at your Aunt Fei's son, Qin Gang, how obedient and sensible he is. Now he runs his own auto repair shop and is quite capable." I pouted and said to my mother, "I just graduated,
I can handle things on my own too, I won't let you down. Hey!" My mother nodded and said, "Alright, since you're
here, go report to the marketing department! Come on, I'll take you to meet your supervisor and colleagues!" "Ah? It's
starting !"

Although I was reluctant, I had already said it and had to follow my mother's arrangements. At that moment, I
felt like I was trapped by my mother, but I couldn't say anything.

Meeting the new leader and colleagues went smoothly. After all, I was a "princeling," and my manners and
speech weren't particularly unpleasant, so after my mother's introductions, it was easy for me to blend in with everyone.

The department manager was a middle-aged man, Manager Li! In his fifties, incredibly intelligent and easy to get along with,
I began my journey under Old Li's supervision and guidance, aiming to become independent. At lunchtime in the cafeteria
, I exchanged phone numbers with Aunt Fei and also got Qin Gang's number, thinking I'd call
him after work to meet up sometime. He was arguably my closest friend since childhood. But before I could call, he
called . Qin Gang's voice seemed different, like mine, having lost its youthful naiveté, replaced by
a deeper, more resonant tone. We greeted each other, teased each other a bit, and finally agreed to
go to our old food street after work, ostensibly to rekindle youthful memories.

After work, I said goodbye to my mother, borrowed a key to the company car, and headed straight for the food street. When I saw Qin Gang again
, I noticed that in the past three years, he had only grown a bit more skin and bones, not much muscle. He was slightly thinner and had a tanned
complexion, but compared to me, his biggest change was that he had become much more mature. We
parked arm in arm, walked into the food street, chatting and laughing. The street was bustling with people in the evening. Each food stall
had its own lamp and pots, and the shouts of vendors mingled with the smoky aromas. It was the same old taste,
the same . The familiar warmth made me truly feel that I was back in my hometown. In the past, we had
often dragged our mothers here to eat, even though they always said
we shouldn't eat too much of these fried and smoked snacks, they could never resist the pleading looks of their children. We would eat a skewer here, a
plate there, and soon we were half full. Finally, Qin Gang led me into a barbecue restaurant, into a simple private room,
ordered some meat and a dish of fried dough sticks, and the two of us ate and chatted. We talked about everything from childhood to the last few years, the more
we drank , the more we talked. I've forgotten who brought up
the childish bet we made when we were secretly watching porn together back then—to see who could sleep with a woman and lose their virginity first.

I said smugly, "I slept with a woman as soon as I turned 18, and she was my teacher, haha,
are you still a virgin, kid?" Qin Gang, who couldn't hold his liquor as well as me, was already flushed. He waved his hand and said,
"I was 18 too! You think sleeping with your teacher is so cool? Hey, I'm definitely cooler than you!" He then
chugdled a few more gulps of liquor from the bottle. "Better than me? No way! You weren't just picking him up on the street in the red-light district, were you

?" "Believe it or not! Xiaoxiao, we grew up together, we know each other best. I later guessed why Aunt
Xiaolin sent you abroad to study; it must have something to do with that." I was stunned and asked him,
"How did you know?"

Qin Gang said, "We used to be inseparable, we told each other everything, don't you remember? You and I are the same, we both love
the woman we love most." I was speechless. Qin Gang took a couple of sips of his drink and continued, "Later, I heard from my mom that Aunt Xiaolin
sent you away because she was afraid you'd become too attached to her. Don't I understand?" I nodded silently, then
a thought suddenly flashed through my mind. I abruptly stood up, leaned close to his ear, and asked, "You little brat… could it be… could it be that you succeeded
? You slept with… with Aunt Fei!"

Although I couldn't see my own expression, I could imagine my mouth forming an "O." Qin Gang
didn't answer me, but instead pushed me back into my seat. I lost my appetite and kept pressing, "
Really? Really?" Only when Qin Gang grew impatient did he nod firmly and reply,
"Lying is the act of a turtle!"

I let out a sigh of relief, but also felt a pang of disappointment, not because I'd lost the bet, but because of envy and resentment. "
What ? You admit defeat?" Qin Gang asked again, gnawing on a piece of meat on a bamboo skewer. Knowing Qin Gang as I did, I
judged he wasn't lying, but to avoid giving up so easily, I resorted to a little trickery, saying, "Just because you say so doesn't
mean it is . Who can vouch for you not bragging? Ha!" Qin Gang wiped his mouth and called for the bill,
stammering, "You lost, you lost. I didn't ask you for anything, don't be a sore loser! Haha
..." I helped him, who was unsteady on his feet, as we walked out.

We'd both drunk quite a bit today; my alcohol tolerance was better than his, so I was much more sober. He
definitely , so I got him into his SUV, and we both got in and rested inside.
I cracked open both windows a crack to keep things ventilated.

Qin Gang was still rambling drunkenly: "You little brat... don't disbelieve me! I did it, I got
her. When can you... can you sleep with Aunt Xiaolin? You can't, you..."

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