[The Mother Training Plan] Chapter 1

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Finding a job these days is really tough: what you think is good, the company might not want; and what they want, you

often feel isn't good enough. So after graduating from junior college, I couldn't find a job I liked and stayed at home

for over a year. With nothing to do, I got internet access at home and spent all day online reading novels and playing online

games.

Speaking of reading novels, I think it's simply a way to kill time and satisfy desires that I

can't or rather, to seek thrills. For me, who's bored now, it's all about seeking

thrills. And the most thrilling novels for me are, of course, my all-time favorite incestuous novels. I remember

the first time I read an incest novel was when I was 18.

The descriptions of , greatly stimulated the primal incestuous desires deep within me. They didn't just give me ordinary sexual

excitement, but a surge of sexual arousal. I remember spending time in internet cafes specifically looking for these kinds of articles; the internet for me

at that time only meant incestuous novels.

Actually, liking these kinds of novels doesn't necessarily mean you'll actually do it. Often, many people read these kinds of novels just

to seek sensory stimulation. I was like that at first too. Why "at the beginning"?

Well, I think I should first introduce my mother. My mother is a typical housewife.

She's not particularly beautiful, but her features are fairly delicate, and her skin is quite fair. As the saying goes, fair skin covers a multitude of flaws, so she's still quite pleasing to the eye.

She's also a typical Southern woman, neither tall nor short, but as she's approaching middle age, she's gained a little weight, though not

drastically, just a bit plump. Faced with such an ordinary middle-aged woman, and given that

she's my mother, I naturally didn't have any particular thoughts at first. Besides, I'm quite handsome,

so during my school years, I had many female friends to choose from, so naturally, I had no desire for my mother.

However, after graduation, I broke up with my girlfriend, and all the women I used to be close to went to work in other cities.

After leaving home, I found that women outside were very materialistic, which made me feel disgusted by them, so

I didn't look for a girlfriend; and I disdained going to sex workers. So, the more I suppressed my desires, the more they grew,

and with the stimulation of novels, I naturally turned my attention to my mother.

My father is often away for work, so it's usually just my mother and me. As I'm their

only child, my parents have always spoiled me, indulging my every whim since I was little. My mother, in particular, is

incredibly caring , always afraid I'll suffer, so she tries

her best to fulfill even my most unreasonable requests. Therefore, I know that if things go well, my mother will definitely agree to give it to me. All of this has given

me the courage to start planning.

But how exactly should I proceed?

I can't ask others for advice, so I can only search online. I look at novels on forums, referencing

other people's methods. Although some are made up by the authors, it

's always .

After reading many, I found some methods too radical, or I didn't like them. For example, methods like using drugs

or sleeping pills are something I don't really like. I hope that my sexual encounters with the woman I'm having are based on emotional connection, a

natural and gradual process, not just a semi-forced method. So I can only

continue searching slowly.

Suddenly, I came across an article about how someone taught their mother to use the internet, then deliberately led her to browse pornographic websites

to arouse her desires, and gradually seduced her. I thought about it, and realized it was

very similar to my own situation.

My mother, being a housewife, stayed home all the time, naturally having no time to

socialize . Although my initial unemployment made her feel I shouldn't be doing this,

it also gave her company at home, allowing her to chat and pass the time, making her feel less

lonely. But after we got internet access, I spent less time chatting with her. While she thought my internet

addiction was bad, she was also curious about what magic the internet held that made me spend so much time on it. So she asked

me to teach her how to use the internet. At first, I was too engrossed in the internet and just gave her a few perfunctory replies. Now

that I had the idea of seducing her, I started to put it into practice. As for whether it would succeed,

I could only wait and see.

So I told my mother I would teach her how to use the internet, and she was naturally very happy to hear that. While I was teaching my mother, I

took the opportunity to gently touch her small hands. Thankfully, despite her frequent housework, she took good

care , so her hands were still soft and smooth, making me fantasize about them caressing my genitals. But I

quickly composed myself; it wasn't the right time, and I couldn't let her discover my intentions. Using the internet wasn't difficult,

and my mother quickly learned, so I let her try it herself. I deliberately cleared all the icons from the desktop

, leaving only a browser and a link to a pornographic website I frequented. Clicking on it

led to a forum dedicated to incest between mother and son.

After that, I would often pretend to go outside to watch TV, leaving the computer to my mother, actually hiding behind the door to see

when she would discover my "secret." At first, my mother naturally followed my instructions meticulously,

but after a few days, she finally clicked on the website I had deliberately left on the desktop. I saw that she was initially

startled; when she saw the content, she quickly closed the webpage. Perhaps due to nervousness, I

noticed her breathing was a little rapid. But after a while, perhaps driven by curiosity, she first looked around

. I, naturally, hid behind the door before she turned away. Seeing that nothing was amiss, my mother clicked on

the . I think even though she might have been mentally prepared beforehand, she was still

stunned when she saw the content again, because I saw her initially just staring at the screen without taking any action. After a while,

she seemed to recover and shakily clicked on one of the articles with the mouse. I don't know if she was

excited, angry, or what, but I saw from behind that even her ears turned red.

Frankly speaking, having reached this point, everything had truly begun. There was no turning back;

what would happen next, whether it would go according to plan, was entirely up to fate. So I stopped

hiding behind the door to watch my mother's reaction and instead leisurely watched TV. I don't know if my mother had been...

I noticed she didn't come out until almost dinnertime, and her gait was a bit awkward. This

was a good sign, indicating that my mother was still reacting. But I wasn't

sure what she was really thinking.

During dinner, my mother kept giving me strange looks. I didn't understand what she meant. But near the end of the

meal, she urged me to find a job quickly to stop overthinking. I realized then that although she

was reacting, she probably wasn't really thinking about that kind of thing for the time being. So I just gave a perfunctory reply.

After all, it was just the beginning, and we'd have to see what happened later.

For a while afterward, there was still no progress. Although I knew from her browsing history that she was

reading these kinds of articles, she didn't show any particular reaction. During this time, I tried to be attentive,

chatting with her and doing chores whenever I could. Although I didn't say anything excessive, I'm sure my mother

could tell I had ulterior motives. But she still didn't react and kept urging me to find a job.

So I had to start thinking about what was wrong. It's said that women are like wolves in their thirties and tigers in their forties,

and given that my father is away from home for most of the year, my mother definitely has these needs. Her current state is clearly

due to psychological issues. Therefore, the only solution is to take drastic measures to force her to overcome this psychological hurdle. But

how ? I definitely won't

resort to drugging and raping her. Should I confront her directly and force her to accept it? That's not a good move. If things get out of hand, all our plans will probably fall apart.

Since a direct confrontation isn't an option, it seems we have to use delaying tactics. So what should we do?

Suddenly, I thought of a method: writing a diary. This method came to me after recalling an article called "Oedipus Diary

." Through a diary, I can express my feelings for my mother, and even if it's discovered,

as long as it's not confronted directly, it won't cause a major conflict. Without further ado, I immediately started writing in my diary.

The current diary entries weren't enough, so I also forged past entries. In them, I wrote that

I had loved my mother for a long time and thought she was the most beautiful woman in the world, along with

other praise and fantasies about her. After painstakingly crafting the diary, the next step was naturally

to wait for my mother to "discover" it. Of course, I couldn't make it too obvious.

So, one day, while waiting for my mother to use the computer, I pretended to be writing in my diary. When she came in, I

pretended to have just noticed her and hurriedly closed the diary, deliberately letting her see where it was.

My mother naturally asked what I was doing, and I pretended to be nervous and said nothing. My mother became suspicious but didn't

press . Sure enough, after I left, she opened my diary. Her reaction was

similar to when she first discovered that website. I, like before, went to watch TV, not paying attention to my mother's next move.

At dinner, my mother still didn't say anything, but her gaze towards me held a more complex expression. She seemed

a little shy, and conflicted, but didn't say much, nor did she urge me to find a job; she remained rather silent.

I thought to myself: Maybe my mother is wavering? A surge of secret joy welled up inside me.

Since my mother had "discovered" my diary, and hadn't done anything drastic, I

felt it was time to launch my offensive, to make her even more flustered, giving me a better chance. So I stopped hiding

my feelings for her, not only showering her with attention but also showering her with compliments, and my gaze towards her

became more blatant. As expected, my mother was initially thrown into disarray. But she didn't know how to defuse

my thoughts, and was also captivated by a young man's attentiveness, so she was completely at a loss.

Of course, my mother told me all this later. So she had no choice but to accept the situation,

and over time , she grew accustomed to my flattery and attentiveness, her gaze towards me softening, carrying a hint

of romantic affection.

But my mother clearly couldn't accept the idea of incest, so although she accepted

some of my ambiguous gestures in daily life, she still didn't cross the line. Seeing these changes in my mother naturally pleased me, but

I wasn't satisfied with just that. I wanted to further transform her, to let her unleash her inner desires. First, I

planned to start with her clothing. As a traditional housewife, my mother naturally dressed rather simply. I

knew she read my diary every day, so I wrote lavish praise on her figure, saying

it was a pity she dressed so plainly, and that she would definitely be stunning if she dressed up.

Sure enough, the day after I wrote that entry, my mother asked me to go shopping with her. I

smiled knowingly and happily went with her. While choosing clothes, my mother would ask for my opinion, and I would

deliberately guide her to buy clothes that would make her look younger and more sexy. At first, my

mother hesitated a bit, but she couldn't resist my praise when she tried them on, and eventually bought them all.

The saying "clothes make the man" is truly accurate. My mother looked really good in sexy clothes. Especially when she wore a short skirt,

revealing her short but fair and shapely legs, I was incredibly excited. I

believe saw my excitement at the time, but she only blushed slightly and bought the dress without saying anything.

Besides outerwear, I also picked out a lot of sexy lingerie for her. At first, my mother absolutely

refused , because she felt that sexy lingerie was too embarrassing. I had to persuade her, saying that she had bought so many beautiful

clothes, and if she only wore ordinary lingerie, it would greatly diminish the overall effect, etc.

It took a lot of persuasion to convince her to buy a few sets. At this point, the first step of the makeover was complete.

The second step, I planned to change my mother's figure.

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