The Underwear Romance

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The Underwear Romance
Author: Unknown
The Underwear Romance 1-6
Chapter 1: First Encounter
Opening the drawer in my bedroom, I found it crammed full of all sorts of women's
underwear, less than fifty centimeters square. Hundreds of sexy pieces, enough to make any man's heart flutter, were neatly arranged in
the drawer. This was my treasured collection accumulated over the years—my underwear kingdom.
I cared for my collection like a pet, and I knew the owner of each piece of underwear. Whenever I
played with them, it felt like I was cuddling with their owners—how intoxicating!
My inexplicable connection with women's underwear dates back to when I was twelve years old. My
aunt, who had immigrated to the United States many years ago, returned to Taiwan to visit my mother and stayed at our home for more than half a month. My aunt had always
been the most beautiful in the family, and after many years, she had indeed become even more mature and stunningly beautiful.
I, only in fifth grade, couldn't believe that I would have such inappropriate thoughts about my aunt! But thoughts were one thing, actions
another. Just then, something on the back balcony caught my eye—my aunt's
underwear.
Women's underwear is something you see on the back balcony every day; it's not a big deal. But in the past
, I'd only ever seen the underwear of the two women in my family—my mother and sister. My mother's underwear was always
simple, prioritizing comfort over style, and my sister, being younger, wore only girlish underwear,
nothing attractive. Because of this, I considered women's underwear just ordinary clothing. But after seeing my
aunt's underwear, I was completely stunned.
Transparent, soft gauze, beautiful lace trim, and a sexy, open design—I wondered
what such underwear could possibly cover? Yet, this was exactly what my aunt wore every day!
And so, my aunt's underwear became my first collection. Even by today's standards, my
aunt's underwear at the time was quite avant-garde. And so, women's underwear plunged me into an abyss
from which I've been unable to escape ever since.
Among my collection, aside from a few pieces from my mother and sister (partly because the styles weren't very appealing,
and partly because I was afraid of attracting their attention, so I only occasionally played with them in the bathroom, or even used them for masturbation, but
didn't collect them), most came from my neighbor's tenants.
Whether by coincidence or fate, because there was a private girls' college across the street from my house,
the landlord rented the house to female students long-term. Because of this,
a whole row of women's underwear could almost always be seen on
the back balcony. Of course, girls in their early twenties wouldn't wear overly sexy or revealing underwear, but occasionally, some stunning pieces would appear. I habitually peeked out from the back balcony every day
, and once I spotted my prey, I never missed.
As a result, in just five years, I collected hundreds of sexy pieces of underwear. I can even vaguely
remember the pure and lovely faces of their owners—they were truly irresistible!
But the thing I least wanted to happen actually happened last month.
The homeowner, desperate for money, sold the house. Looking at the drawer full of underwear, the
thought of losing my supply naturally dampened my spirits.
The new neighbors had moved in a week ago. My mother said it was a woman in her early forties and
a boy of about fifteen or sixteen. Hearing this, my heart sank. A forty-year-old woman—wasn't she similar to my mother
? Looking at my mother, I could probably deduce the new neighbor's appearance and the style of underwear she wore.
That day, I reluctantly went to the back balcony. Perhaps out of habit, I leaned
over the iron railing, wanting to see if the new neighbor, that forty-year-old woman, was wearing underwear that differed from my mother's
.
An unbelievable thing happened!
Good heavens! These were…women's underwear! These were real underwear!
I almost screamed with joy. Yes, the underwear I'd been waiting for finally reappeared. I'd always assumed a
forty-year-old woman wore the same boring, unattractive underwear as my mother, but our new neighbor turned out
to be a woman of exceptional taste.
Black, purple, dark red, apple green—underwear in all sorts of colors hung under the eaves, swaying in the breeze,
and my mood soared along with it. For years, I'd thought my aunt's underwear was the epitome of style
, but now, even sexier, more romantic, even slightly obscene underwear appeared on
the back balcony of a forty-year-old woman's house.
The owner of the underwear quickly piqued my interest. You know, underwear reflects the person, and the person reflects the underwear; if the two
differ too much, the underwear loses its charm, so I wanted to meet her.
Unexpectedly, it happened again—before I could even look for her, she came to my door.
When I first saw her, it was hard to associate her with those sexy lingerie pieces. It
wasn't because she was ugly; quite the opposite, her beautiful face and tall figure were stunning
. Although upon closer inspection, she wasn't as young as before, the undeniable femininity she exuded
made her look younger.
The reason lay in her clothes.
A noble and elegant dress gave her an air of unapproachability, a stark contrast to her lewd and sexy lingerie.
If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed those were her underwear!
"Hello, young man, my surname is Zhang, your new neighbor. Please take care of me."
She would later be the Aunt Zhang I called "in public," and the godmother I called "in private"!
Chapter Two: Loss of the Wind
I didn't like the title of "underwear thief." Although I was indeed an underwear thief, in the five
years I had been "committing crimes," I had never been caught. However, this myth was ultimately shattered.
Ever since I first saw Aunt Zhang's underwear, I've been obsessed, spending all my time on the back balcony staring
at the underwear she hangs on the rack. I even meticulously recorded all of her underwear, noting
the pattern, color, and style of every bra, pantyhose, stockings, and sexy nightgown. This went on for a whole month.
After some investigation, I discovered she owned over thirty sets of various lingerie, not including those she
hadn't worn yet.
Finally, I decided to steal Aunt Zhang's first pair of panties. That purple, silky, sexy
panty was incredibly alluring, seemingly beckoning me, "Steal me, steal me!"
The panty was successfully stolen.
That very day, I used this new panty to cover my penis and masturbated for a full three hours, ejaculating four or five
times. This was an experience I'd never had before, demonstrating its irresistible charm!
Once is never enough. Normally, I wouldn't steal from the same person repeatedly in a short period, as it easily
attracts attention. But Aunt Zhang's panties were simply too captivating, making me feel like I was addicted
. So, I made my first mistake ever, stealing four pairs of her sexy panties in a row.
Just as I was about to steal them for the fourth time, I heard a woman's voice coming from the next room.
"So it was you! I've been waiting for you for so long."
Now that the truth had come out, I had to find a way to resolve it. Hopefully, Aunt Zhang would forgive my
youthful ignorance, considering my young age. I arrived at her doorstep, carrying the underwear I'd stolen from her balcony, my heart pounding with fear,
ready to face the harsh reality… What if she wouldn't accept my apology and insisted on calling the police?
I might go to jail!! Oh God!! What should I do?
Just as I hesitated at her door, the door opened from the inside.
"Aren't you coming in? What are you doing outside?"
Aunt Zhang smiled kindly, urging me to enter. Standing outside, my legs went weak with fear; I didn't
know if I'd ever come out.
"I…I'm sorry…I shouldn't have…I was indecent…I…"
In my panic, tears welled up in my eyes. But then Aunt Zhang came out of the kitchen with hot tea, wanting me to
have a drink with her. Was this my last meal? I stood there, watching the kind Aunt Zhang fill my glass
, wondering what she was up to.
I placed the four stolen pairs of underwear on the coffee table, keeping my head down, not daring to look her in the eye.
"Drink up! It won't taste good if it gets cold."
"Aunt Zhang... these underwear..."
She seemed to deliberately avoid mentioning the underwear, but since the four pairs were already on the table, I had no choice but to pick them up.
"You like the underwear I wear?"
I nodded.
"Besides these, I suppose you have other women's underwear in your house?"
She saw right through me, and I had no choice but to agree.
"So you're an underwear collector. Looks like we're kindred spirits."
What? Did I hear that right? She actually said "we're kindred spirits"? Unable to contain my curiosity, I looked up
at her for the first time.
"I finally don't have to look at your head when I talk to you."
"You said... we're kindred spirits... what does that mean?"
She picked up the purple pair of underwear in her hand, examining it closely, her seriousness no less than mine, but this
was rare for a woman.
"These panties, I asked a friend to buy them for me in Paris, they're a designer piece! Don't let the lack of fabric fool you
, they cost me a fortune. And these black panties, I got them from a boutique in Japan..."
Good heavens, it knew every single pair of panties like the back of its hand, even their origins!
What else could it be but a fellow enthusiast? No wonder it had so many underwear, and each piece was so alluring;
the charm of underwear is irresistible, even to women.
"Actually, I noticed when you stole my first pair of panties, but we're both enthusiasts, and I didn't want to make things difficult for you.
But think about it, I cherish my underwear like you cherish your collection. If I didn't stop you,
I'd suffer a huge loss."
"I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I won't do it again."
"By the way, what did you do with my panties after you stole them?"
Why did she suddenly ask such an embarrassing question? If I told her I used them to cover my penis for masturbation
, she'd kill me. Turning her head, she actually picked up the underwear, sniffed it, and
a strange smile appeared on her face.
"You little rascal, you actually used my underwear to masturbate!! Don't deny it, the underwear is covered in
the stench of your semen."
I was speechless and could only let her scold me, but she wasn't angry. Instead, she looked at me with a mischievous grin.
"Why are all you little boys like this? Even my son is no exception." "
What? Your son also... took yours... to..."
"Yeah."
I didn't expect that even Aunt Zhang's own son was interested in her underwear. Great minds think alike.
"Although I don't want to make things difficult for you, I can't let this one go so easily."
"What do you want?"
"From now on, you're punished by having to come to my house every day and keep me company."
I couldn't believe my ears. What kind of punishment was this? It was practically a reward! What I didn't expect
was that she actually gave me all four pairs of underwear.
"Take it if you like! Consider it a small gift. Please take good care of me in the future."
And so, my first encounter with Aunt Zhang ended in an atmosphere of surprise and joy, thus
beginning our unbreakable bond.
Chapter Three: My Godmother
A month passed, and I visited Aunt Zhang's house every day. She always greeted me warmly, like a kind older sister next door.
It was unexpected that Aunt Zhang, also a forty-year-old woman, was so different from my mother. My mother
was a typical middle-aged woman, while Aunt Zhang looked like a newlywed. Sometimes I even fantasized about
how wonderful it would be if Aunt Zhang were my mother! Thinking of this, I couldn't help but feel envious and jealous of Aunt Zhang's son.
She told me that her son was a year or two younger than me, but much taller. After moving here for a few
days, he went back to his school dormitory in the south for the start of the semester, so we hadn't seen each other. As for why she was single
,
she didn't explain, and I was too embarrassed to ask.
Aunt Zhang was so kind and charming that I quickly fell into her gentle trap. Sometimes I even
ate dinner with her. She said she and her son rarely saw each other, and my company made her feel at home.
"Why don't I become your godson? Let me take care of you."
This sudden idea surprised her, but she readily agreed. The only condition
was that in private, we would address each other as mother and son, but in public, I could only call her Aunt Zhang.
"From now on, your godmother will treat you like her own son. I hope you will
treat me like your own mother. Don't be like my heartless son who left without a word..."
I didn't know why, but every time my godmother mentioned her son, her face always showed
a mixture of joy and sadness.
"Don't worry, godmother, I'll treat you ten times better than I would my own mother. If you don't mind,
I'll call you Mom from now on."
My godmother, perhaps overwhelmed with emotion, hugged me tightly, repeatedly calling me "My good son
, Mom's sweet boy, my little Gan."
From then on, I had two homes. My mother, who had never cared much for me, now seemed to have found her
place. Sometimes I even thought my godmother's home was my real home.
Perhaps my godmother only approached me because she was lonely, but my feelings towards her were much more complicated. Because of
the underwear, Aunt Zhang became my godmother, but even though I truly treated her like my own mother,
whenever I saw her beautiful face, her graceful figure, and her undeniable femininity, a wicked desire would
surge from the depths of my heart, difficult to suppress.
Every night, I could only relieve my unbearable lust by masturbating with the few pairs of underwear she gave me, but
how long could this last? I seriously doubted.
Several times, I found several pairs of dirty underwear in my godmother's bathroom. For a man, these
were priceless treasures. A few strands of her pubic hair were still stuck to the underwear, and the yellowish crotch emitted a strong, fishy
stench—was it urine or feces? I couldn't resist licking the secretions off the underwear, then sitting on the toilet masturbating…
My
godmother had already given me her most cherished underwear; I had no reason to steal hers again. But
the allure of underwear was like a bottomless abyss, never satisfied. But even if I stole all her underwear
, what then? Instead of stealing, why not… let her offer it to me herself…
It was a strange idea, but the more I thought about it, the more reasonable it seemed. But how?
I thought of her son.
I remembered her saying that her son had been using her underwear to masturbate since he was ten. But as a mother,
how could she tolerate her son using her underwear to masturbate for so many years? If I could find the
reason, wouldn't I be able to do the same thing!
"Are you still masturbating with my underwear?"
That night, she suddenly asked this embarrassing question, and I nodded.
"Mom, your underwear is so tempting, even just looking at it can make a man's lust burn."
"So, you've had your hands on my body too!"
I didn't expect to get such a thing out of her with just one sentence, but my godmother's question seemed to have a hidden meaning.
"Why did you suddenly ask about this?"
"Nothing. I just suddenly realized that if it weren't for my underwear, I wouldn't have a
good son like you. So, I really should thank those old clothes."
"Mom... I have a favor to ask, but I don't know if I should say it?"
"We're family now, there's nothing to be embarrassed about."
"I want to... see Mom's collection... Mom's underwear."
It was indeed a strange request, but my godmother didn't refuse and led me into her room. I've been to my godmother's room
many times. Although I know all her underwear is kept in each wardrobe, I've never had the chance
to see it for myself. Now that she's asked, she can't refuse, even though showing her son her underwear
is quite embarrassing.
She opened the large sandalwood wardrobe by the window. It had twenty small drawers. She randomly opened one
, revealing several bras and neatly folded panties. If each drawer
contained five sets of underwear, the wardrobe would have over a hundred sets—several times more than I'd expected
.
"It's all here. Take your time looking! Be careful not to mess it up."
Perhaps out of embarrassment, she turned and left. And me? If I could look in a mirror,
I'd see a pair of shining eyes and a grinning mouth. Good heavens, this is a treasure trove!!
Chapter Three: Confession
An hour later, I walked out of my godmother's room with a motherly smile. She was sitting on the sofa, seemingly
having waited for me for a long time.
"How was it? Didn't disappoint you?"
"More than that! It was an eye-opener!"
I exaggeratedly described my inner emotions, and my godmother listened with a smile. Her wardrobe was practically a mini
lingerie museum, with everything imaginable.
"It's so good to be a woman, to be able to wear such beautiful lingerie and panties."
"What? This is the first time I've heard of this. However, it's not because I like wearing sexy lingerie that
I love these kinds of clothes. Otherwise… no matter how beautiful or sexy lingerie is, it's just a piece of clothing,
no different from socks on your feet, right?"
I knew my godmother's words had a hidden meaning; she clearly had something difficult to say, and this was the secret I wanted to know.
"I don't understand. If you don't like them, why do you have so many underwear? And why are they all so
sexy and flashy? My mom's underwear is barely better than a flour sack. Could it be because of...
a man...? Your husband? Am I right?"
"Half right. But I have to tell you, I divorced a long time ago. Come to think of it, I've been single for about ten
years."
"The only man in your house... could it be...?"
"Don't guess."
"You once said your son also masturbates with your underwear, could it be because..."
"Stop guessing! Your godmother is a bit tired and wants to rest. You should go home first."
"I'm sorry, Mom, I misspoke."
"I don't care about you. I'll let you know the reason when
I have the chance." Sure enough, the reason was her son. A son masturbating with his mother's underwear, plus
a mother buying sexy lingerie to provide her son with masturbation tools—what an interesting picture!
Chapter Four Happy Birthday
Godmother's birthday is March 20th, the last day of Pisces. People born on this day have
the extremely emotional personality of Pisces, plus a bit of the impulsive nature of Aries, often doing unexpected
things. But conversely, if someone makes a special move to her, they can also gain unexpected
rewards.
"Happy Birthday!"
Godmother was startled when she opened the door by my sudden birthday greeting. I
appeared at her door with a birthday cake and a mysterious little gift, making her very happy.
"Come to think of it, I've been celebrating my birthday alone for five years now. By the way, you little devil, how
did you know it was my birthday today?"
I scratched my head and had to confess that I had accidentally seen my ID card on the dressing table.
"Oh dear! Now you've discovered my age too, that's a woman's biggest secret!"
"Don't worry, godmother, you don't look like a forty-year-old woman at all..."
My godmother tapped my head with her finger to shut me up, but even so, I could tell that she was
flattered by my unexpected blessing. She personally cooked a table full of delicious food and opened a bottle of red wine, saying she wanted to
make up for the past five years of celebrations all at once. And so, we ate, drank, and chatted, and before we knew it, the bottle of wine
was gone.
"Oh, right, godmother, I have another gift for you. I went to great lengths to get this."
A beautifully packaged little box, almost weightless in her hand, was opened by her godmother with a hint of curiosity
. Her face immediately lit up with a mixture of joy and shyness.
"Although I know godmother wears designer clothes, my allowance can only afford this..."
She held up a pair of bright red lace panties. The almost transparent panties only
had a blooming rose embroidered in red thread on the crotch area. I bought it from an adult mail order. Although
it couldn't compare to her other panties in terms of style or material, it would definitely look
incredibly sexy on her.
"This is the best birthday present I've ever received!"
Tears welled in her eyes as she clutched the panties tightly, unable to contain her excitement.
"Godmother...are you alright? It's just a cheap pair of underwear..."
"No, no, no, this is more precious than any designer brand."
"Do you wear it often?"
"Of course! I love it to death! I never knew you had such good taste, you truly are an underwear collector."
My godmother hugged me tightly and planted a deep kiss on my forehead. I smelled
the fragrance and alcohol emanating from her, and suddenly my heart fluttered. Coupled with her deep kiss, I suddenly had the urge
to kiss her.
"Godmother...I...I...can I kiss you?"
My godmother looked at me, her face slightly flushed, then closed her eyes without saying a word. Her slightly
parted lips—was she hinting at something? My heart was pounding, my palms were sweating, and my godmother was still holding me tightly
. What should I do...?
Suddenly, my godmother's moist, soft lips pressed against mine, then quickly pulled away. Though it was only a fleeting
touch, it truly shook my heart! My godmother had kissed me first!
"Thank you! Thank you for everything you've done for me today."
We sat on the large sofa in the living room. My slightly tipsy godmother nestled against my shoulder like a docile Persian cat.
Although it wasn't the first time we'd been so close, I felt unusually excited.
"Want to hear a story from your godmother?"
"You mean…"
"My story. Haven't you always been curious?"
"But every time I asked, you got angry. Why are you telling me today?"
"Because only today did I find my real son, and that person is you."
"What? I'm getting more and more confused. What about your son?"
"I don't know where he is. But the reason I moved here is actually to hide from him."
"Hide from your own son?"
"What? Isn't this story fascinating?"
And so, my godmother spent the entire evening recounting an unbelievable family tragedy to me.
Chapter Five: The Birth of a Tragedy
At seventeen, I gave birth to my son, Zizai, the product of a night of passion with my boyfriend.
Tragically, Zizai's father disappeared without a trace. My ex-husband was my high school classmate; he
had secretly loved me during our school days. We met again at a class reunion, and after learning of my
plight, he felt immense sympathy for me, which deeply moved me. He proposed, and I married
him without hesitation.
We enjoyed a happy marriage for a time, but because we couldn't conceive
, he began to feel resentful of Zizai's existence, and this resentment grew stronger over time.
Ultimately, we divorced. At
that time, Zizai was only five years old, while I was still a woman without the ability to earn a living. I had no choice but to
leave Zizai with my brother and take the exam to become a flight attendant, flying to countries all over the world...
During this time, I rarely contacted them because of my work. My brother and sister-in-law always
treated Zizai like their own son, so I felt at ease. I even planned to send Zizai to my brother to be adopted.
But things didn't go as planned. My brother's business failed, and he owed a lot of debt. He was unable to support himself
and could no longer afford to raise Zizai. So he asked me to take Zizai back with me. That's when I resigned from my job as a flight attendant and returned to Taiwan
to settle down.
I hadn't seen my biological son for seven whole years. I never imagined he'd already been in the first year of junior high, tall and
handsome, a spitting image of his father.
Facing me, the mother who had abandoned him when he was young, Zizi seemed very distant and shy. I rented an
apartment and began to rebuild our mother-son relationship.
For the first few months after our reunion, Zizi treated me like a stranger. After school, he would
lock himself in his room until dinnertime. I tried to communicate with him, but the situation didn't improve
. Ultimately, it was my fault; how could I blame my son?
This ambiguous relationship between us lasted for over six months. Then,
on Mother's Day that year, when I came home from work, I unexpectedly found a gift on my bedside table: a
card and a bouquet of carnations. This unexpected gift became the turning point in our cold relationship, because
in the card, Zizi revealed his feelings and thoughts over the past six months.
I initially thought he was angry with me for not fulfilling my responsibilities as a mother, but it turns out it wasn't like that at all
. I was just overthinking it; otherwise, our mother-son relationship could have been resolved six months ago.
"Mom, I don't know how to express my feelings to you. To me, you've always been a
stranger, the closest person to me. When I learned that my mother was actually my aunt, the shock was
immense, and I couldn't accept it at first. But when I saw you, an inexplicable feeling told
me that you are my real mother.
I don't know how to call a stranger 'Mom,' so I'm conflicted. I can only
hide my true feelings and avoid you every day. But I want to tell you, Mom, I love you." "
And so, all the knots in my heart were untied, and from then on, my son Zizai truly returned to my side.
Time flies, and two years have passed. Zizai is already a young man; at sixteen, he's grown tall and strong
, which makes me very happy. For the past two years, Zizai has been my greatest pillar. Just when I thought
our happy days as mother and son were about to arrive, a sudden accident caused our relationship to begin
to change again.
Chapter Six: The Accident
At eight o'clock in the morning, after Zizai finished his class, I, as usual, took the broom and cleaned the whole house.
Zizai has always loved cleanliness; his room is always the tidiest spot in the house. I sat on Zizai
's bed, looking around; the spotless room left me with no room to exert myself. I happened to glance at the bedside table
... A photograph, a picture of my son and me taken during a trip to southern Taiwan last year. My son has always praised me
for looking radiant in the photo. Even though he's already a sixteen-year-old boy, he insists on keeping the photo of us together on
his bedside table, which deeply moves me.
Flipping through the photo album on the table, besides my son's picture, it's filled with pictures of her. The thick album does
n't contain a single girl his age. I've asked my son about this before, and he just
playfully tells me, "In my heart, no woman can compare to Mom. Mom
is the most beautiful and gentle goddess."
Looking at my son's handsome face in the album, and remembering his praise,
a knowing smile unconsciously appears on my lips. I love Zizai more than anything, not only because he is my own
flesh and blood, but also because of his understanding nature, which always makes me feel like the happiest mother in the world. Zizai
is the most carefully crafted masterpiece of my life, and he seems to understand his mother's intentions perfectly, never letting her
down. Because of this, I am willing to sacrifice everything for Zizai and do anything.
In the afternoon, the weather became unusually hot. Unfortunately, the only air conditioner in the house had broken down recently.
Living on the top floor, I couldn't bear the heat and decided to take a cold shower.
Sure enough, the cool water made me feel refreshed. I only intended to soak in the bathtub for a short rest before getting up, but
I actually fell asleep in the tub.
A series of hurried footsteps rushed from the door to the bathroom. The sound of the door opening startled me awake.
When I opened my eyes, I saw Zizai standing naked in front of me. A moment later, I realized I was also
lying naked in the bathtub. Worse still, I hadn't even brought any clean underwear into the bathroom, so I could only
cover my genitals and breasts with my hands.
"I...I'm sorry...It's hot outside, I rushed home to shower, I didn't know..."
"No, it's my fault, I fell asleep in the bathtub without realizing it."
Mother and son looked at each other awkwardly, occasionally catching a glimpse of each other's naked bodies. Despite their close relationship, they
were both adults, and facing a mature, naked body, even mother and son couldn't help but
blush and feel their hearts race. Just
as Zizai was about to leave the bathroom, I called him back.
"Do me a favor, go to my room and get some underwear for Mom..."
Zizai then realized his mother hadn't even prepared any clothes. He went to his mother's room and opened her wardrobe. Colorful
panties and bras were neatly arranged before him. Not knowing which one to take, he closed his eyes, grabbed a pair of panties
and a bra, and ran to the bathroom.
He slipped the underwear to me through the crack in the door. I said thank you and closed the door again.
"Mom, are you alright? Why aren't you coming out?"
I sat on the edge of the bathtub in the bathroom, holding the underwear Zizi had just brought in, but I hesitated to put it on.
It turned out that in his haste, Zizi had grabbed a pair of panties he used to flirt with his boyfriend in the bedroom—pink
sheer fabric, sexy lace trim, so small it barely covered anything. How could I
walk out of the bathroom and into front of my son wearing that? But I couldn't stay in the bathroom forever either; this put me in
a dilemma.
Hearing Zizi calling from outside, if I didn't come out soon, he might think something had happened and rush
in. The only option was to pretend to be calm and walk out.
The door opened, and I walked out nonchalantly, wearing the sexy pink sheer panties,
rushing straight into the room without looking back, completely unaware of how my son would perceive this scene.
Yes, my mother emerged from the bathroom, looking incredibly sexy, which truly shocked Zizai outside the door. He stared intently
at her sexy panties and her alluring figure, as if he were watching a pornographic
drama.
Entering the bathroom, Zizai gazed at the bathtub filled with the liquid that had soaked his mother's body all afternoon, and suddenly
a wicked thought crossed his mind: he jumped into the tub, soaking himself in the liquid that had just touched every inch of his mother's skin
. He longed to smell the lingering scent of her body, to remember how every drop of water had
intimately flowed over her cheeks, her breasts, and her genitals. He wanted to use this water
to make the closest possible contact with his mother's body.
Finally, he masturbated in the bathtub and ejaculated in the very water where he had once been intimately involved with her…
This was something Zizai told me about later.
Recalling that embarrassing scene, I felt utterly ashamed. How could I ever
hold my head up in front of my child again? But then she calmed herself and thought, "I am Zizai's mother. Isn't his body also
flesh and blood that I gave him? Why should I blush at seeing his private parts? Besides, why should I
feel ashamed for letting my son see me wearing sexy lingerie?"
Thinking this, she couldn't help but smile at herself in the mirror. Looking at her graceful figure, she didn't
look like the mother of a sixteen-year-old boy at all. It was Zizai, not herself, who should be blushing.
At the dinner table, mother and son tried to avoid each other's gaze, simply eating with their heads down. They
were like children who had done something wrong; any glance would expose their embarrassing moments.
Although the days passed, the accidental incident that happened that afternoon was not
forgotten. On the contrary, it spread quietly through our bodies like a virus.
Everything seemed to return to normal. As usual, after Zizai left, I cleaned the house again—a task
I'd been doing for over two years, so familiar with it that I could do it with my eyes closed. But today was different.
She'd accidentally found a woman's panty under Zizai's pillow.
Pink sheer fabric, sexy lace trim—I recognized it immediately as
the panty I'd worn that afternoon when I'd made myself look like a slut in front of my son. How it ended up under Zizai's pillow, I had no idea.
Examining the panty closely, I found it covered in stains of filth, emitting a
foul odor. As an adult woman, I was certain that Zizai had been
masturbating with his own panty.
This conclusion shocked me. My lively and cheerful Zizai was using his own panty to masturbate—a
scene I'd never imagined before.
Thinking back, ever since that accident that afternoon, Zizai had indeed been behaving strangely
. Although he tried his best to appear natural, he couldn't escape my notice. This
explained why I'd recently felt someone was spying on me while I showered. I initially thought I was being overly sensitive,
but there was no one else at home besides Zizai. I called out several times, but there was still silence outside.
So, I decided to test my wild guess.
After dinner, I went into the bathroom to shower, pretending the door was accidentally left open
, leaving a tiny crack for peeping.
While showering, I deliberately turned my back to the crack, but placed a small mirror in front of me so I could clearly
see who was spying. Sure enough, soon after, I saw a figure moving outside the door—it was none other
than Zizai.
Zizai has become infatuated with me. It's not just a son's love for his mother; it also includes a man's
infatuation with a mature and alluring woman. In Zizai's mind, I have transcended the simple role of a mother and
become the object of his fantasies.
Learning the truth didn't bring me relief; on the contrary, it made me feel even heavier. I love
Zizai more than myself; I can give everything for my son without complaint, but I never thought that this included
my own body.
That night, I couldn't sleep. All I could think about was Zizai
playing with my underwear, masturbating. But strangely enough, I didn't feel angry at all; I even felt a little excited. At that
moment, my hands seemed to have a mind of their own, involuntarily sliding into my underwear… When I came to my senses, I found that
my underwear was already soaked…
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Underwear Romance 7-12
Chapter Seven: Tormented by Love
I originally thought my godmother's story was a boring and dull recollection, but unexpectedly, it unearthed a little-known
mother-son romance. The plot became increasingly suspenseful and somewhat taboo, but my godmother always glossed over it briefly at crucial moments
. Even so, it was enough to make my heart itch. Not to mention her son, Zizai, even if it were
me, facing this beautiful and graceful mother every day, it would be hard not to have impure thoughts.
My godmother paused for a while, the following developments seemed to make her a little embarrassed, so she kept hesitating to speak
. I am also a considerate man, although I really wanted to hear the whole story, I still took the initiative to stop it.
Sure enough, my godmother was deeply moved by my actions, which reminded me of her beloved son, Zizai. She
nestled tightly in my arms, wanting me to hold her close, because she intended to finish her story, and what followed
might excite her…
And so, the story of incest between a mother and son began to unfold from my godmother's lips.
Since discovering Zizai's love for his mother, my godmother had become somewhat uneasy. Reason told her
she should talk things out with Zizai to prevent him from sinking deeper, but her selfish soul thought otherwise.
Her son's infatuation was a good thing; this way, she could completely possess him and never have to
worry about him being seduced by a young, beautiful girl and losing her precious child.
Although my godmother had her own plans, Zizai wanted more than just emotional love; he also wanted physical intimacy.
The godmother was fully aware of her son's physical needs, but the inescapable
bond between mother and son remained. She was prepared to sacrifice everything for him, yet she didn't want to implicate him in incest
. Left with no other choice, she could only try her best to satisfy his desires, providing
him with whatever material he could use for sexual fantasies to capture his heart.
With this naive idea in mind, the godmother began to go to great lengths to adorn herself. Already possessing striking
beauty, coupled with a sexy figure, her innocent attire already captivated countless men
, let alone her more alluring outfits.
The godmother's skirts grew shorter and shorter, her clothes became increasingly revealing and flamboyant, even her pajamas were as thin as gauze, and
her underwear was the epitome of provocation—transparent, short, sexy, and alluring styles of form-fitting lingerie
filled her wardrobe in just a few weeks, all to attract Zizai's attention and provide him with more and more
stimulating masturbation tools.
Sure enough, under the godmother's skillful arrangement, Zizai was gradually falling into her pink trap
. The godmother noticed that the clean underwear she deliberately left in the bathroom after showering would mysteriously disappear,
only to reappear a few days later. During those days of disappearance, the godmother could almost picture Zizai sniffing her underwear
, even licking the remaining secretions, while indulging in masturbation. Strangely enough,
every time she thought about this, the godmother would become unusually excited, even having the urge to masturbate. Her heart would flutter with
desire, and she would want to rush to Zizai right then and there, spread her legs, and shout to him, "Come on! My good son,
if you want to lick, just lick my pussy. What's the fun in licking a piece of cloth?" But how could a mother say
such a thing to her son?
Just as the godmother had predicted, Zizai was already deeply trapped in the snare his mother had intentionally or unintentionally laid, and he couldn't extricate himself
. Ever since the first time he masturbated with his mother's sexy panties, Zizai had been intoxicated by this fantasy game of sex and love
. Knowing full well that using his mother as the object of sexual fantasy was a despicable and vulgar act, and that stealing her
underwear to use as a masturbation tool made him even more uneasy, the taboo nature of the act only fueled his
deepest desires. Sometimes, he would even use his mother's underwear to cover his penis while masturbating, imagining that what covered his penis
wasn't just a piece of cloth, but his mother's soft, moist vagina…
Lost in this forbidden game, Zizai seemed unaware of how easily it all came about.
He could always get his mother's freshly changed underwear from the bathroom, and the balcony was always adorned with flashy, sexy bras
, stockings, and panties. Whenever he showed any sign of wanting to peep, his mother would
unintentionally cross her legs, revealing everything beneath her tight skirt to him without any cover.
But it all came too easily, and the clever Zizai couldn't help but suspect something. Why
would his naturally clean mother carelessly toss her most intimate underwear in the bathroom? Why would this dignified and virtuous woman dress so provocatively? What made
him even more suspicious was that his mother had become completely unprotected to him. Not only did she always forget to close the door when showering or using the toilet, but
she also slept soundly on the living room sofa in only a light shirt and underwear during her afternoon nap, giving him ample
time to feast his eyes on her body.
To verify his suspicions, Zizai decided to take a daring step.
In the past, Zizai had only used his mother's body and clothing as tools for his fantasies,
and all his transgressions were limited to visual. If it was just his imagination, his mother wouldn't feel anything. But if his
mother was already aware of and condoned his disrespect and transgressions, then he could certainly
extend the transgression to physical contact.
At two in the morning, Zizai tiptoed into his godmother's room. His godmother was sleeping on her side. After confirming that his mother
was fast asleep, Zizai gently lifted the hem of his mother's nightgown. Although only the faint moonlight could see into the room,
his mother's two shapely and slender legs still immediately shocked Zizai's heart. He couldn't help but follow the lines of her legs
from bottom to top and touch his mother's sensitive inner thigh. His mother's body trembled slightly, and Zizai quickly
withdrew his hand. After seeing that his mother was not in a bad mood, he reached out to touch her full breasts. Before going to bed, his mother took off
her bra. Her soft, elastic breasts seemed to have a magical power, instantly drawing his hand to them. Zizai boldly
pinched one lightly, then gently teased the slightly protruding nipple with his fingertips. The feeling was unlike anything he had ever experienced
. He wanted to roar with excitement, even to tear off the cumbersome nightgown and devour his mother's
breasts...
At dawn, his godmother sat on the edge of the bed, stroking the semen Zizai had ejaculated on her thigh. Her thoughts were somewhat
chaotic. She had naively thought that a few pairs of underwear and voyeurism could solve this troublesome
problem, but who knew that young people's desires had no limits? Once easily obtained, they wanted more!
She woke up in the dark and found a trembling hand caressing her breasts. Looking closer, she
realized it was Zizai.
Despite the dim light in the room, she, as a mother, could feel
the hunger emanating from her son. He wanted to devour her body like a hungry wolf, but the godmother couldn't stop him, nor did she want to. She
had to pretend to be fast asleep, letting Zizai do as he pleased. She squinted,
looking at Zizai's face through the dim light. Good heavens! How much he longed to possess her body, yet he could only suppress his
rising desire, tentatively reaching out his invasive tentacles, lightly touching that forbidden place that had been taboo for over ten years…
If she could, the godmother would undress Zizai, letting him enjoy her body without restraint. But she still
suppressed her impulses, passively accepting any violation from Zizai. Finally, Zizai took out his penis and masturbated
, a stream of hot semen spraying onto her thighs…
The godmother hadn't expected Zizai to do such a thing. Wasn't he afraid of waking her from her dream
? He even ejaculated on her leg right in front of her—could this be a hint? But
what does it represent? Has Zizai already discovered his clever scheme? Yes, it must be, but
the relationship between the mother and son is so ambiguous that neither dares to confess first. Perhaps the two of them...
If one of them were to openly express their feelings first, the entire situation would change dramatically. But
who should speak first? She was quite certain that she and her son loved each other, but how could she, as a mother, bring up this unblessed, forbidden love, this
relationship that had been severely taboo for thousands of years? Perhaps
her son only wanted some sexual comfort from her, and his mother was the easiest and most convenient
object for him to use. Many teenagers have the experience of masturbating with the underwear of women in their families, and perhaps Zizai was
one of them. If she expressed the wrong feelings, it would not only ruin her reputation but also brand her as a harlot.
One "perhaps" after another kept the godmother tossing and turning, unable to sleep. Zizai's sudden probing had indeed disrupted the godmother's
naive plan.
Chapter Seven: The Mother-Son Relationship
Summer had entered its hottest phase, and people seemed to be infected by the summer's atmosphere, causing their moods to fluctuate
.
Late at night, Zizai took advantage of the cool evening air to read at his desk. His godmother, dressed in a thin nightgown, approached
him. Zizai turned his head and was immediately struck by the sight of his mother's alluring body, barely concealed. His face flushed and his heart
pounded. His godmother placed her hands on his shoulders, gently massaging him. What should have been a tender
gesture was, in Zizai's eyes, a prelude to flirtation. Yes, his mother was teasing him with her body;
the transparent nightgown, and the sexy bra and panties underneath, were the best proof. Zizai was almost
certain that his mother had come prepared this time. Was it a concrete reaction to his previous probing?
Suddenly, his mother's hands slowly slid down his neck, gently embracing him. Zizai's body
jolted as if struck by lightning. Then, he felt his mother's soft breasts pressed tightly
against his back, gently kneading and rubbing against him. He could even hear his mother's heartbeat, as intense as his own
!
Then, a deathly silence fell over the room. The mother and son stood motionless, like stiff wax figures.
Zizai, like a volcano erupting, suddenly turned and pushed his mother onto the bed. He pounced on
her like a hungry tiger, ready to devour his uninvited prey. But his mother, lying paralyzed on the bed, remained so calm, as if she had already
foreseen her misfortune, or perhaps it was all a trap, and his mother was a tempting lure
that he had fallen into.
Zizai used a rough, forceful motion to... (The sentence is incomplete and lacks context,
so a direct translation isn't possible.)
"Zizai...don't do this...let go of Mommy."
Zizai seemed not to hear anything, instead kissing his mother's neck and cheeks passionately. At the same time, his hands
became more subdued, lifting his mother's barely-there nightgown and roaming unrestrainedly over her breasts and
private parts.
Although his godmother kept murmuring for him to let go, her shy tone sounded like provocative words to Zizai
, which only fueled his desire and led him to violate his mother more recklessly.
"Mom...I love you...let me love you properly..."
"Zizai...Mommy loves you too...but...is this okay?"
"Heaven knows, earth knows, you know, I know. As long as we don't say anything, who will know?"
At this moment, the most primal human desires were testing this mother and son. Zizai was right. As long as they both
kept their mouths shut, who would have thought that this widowed mother and son would commit incest?
Zizai's actions grew increasingly brazen. His godmother's pajamas were long gone, her bra unhooked
, and her two full breasts were now in his hands, being played with. A mischievous mouth and a playful tongue
were licking her nipples, which were already erect with excitement. Her lower body was overflowing with lustful fluids, and even her last
line of defense had been unknowingly pulled down to her knees by Zizai.
"Is this okay...we're mother and son..."
"Can't mother and son love each other?"
"Mother and son can love each other, but...can we commit incest?"
Suddenly, a strong sense of morality surged through the godmother's heart. She felt she was doing something
unforgivable, a mother leading her son down the path of incest. She resolutely pushed Zizai away, ran naked
out of the room, leaving a bewildered Zizai sitting helplessly on the bed.
He had acted on his own initiative, yet in the end, he had succumbed to his conscience. Is morality really that
important? Incest between mother and son has existed throughout history and across cultures; isn't it simply a manifestation of human nature? Since it's
a deep-seated human desire, why impose so many ethical norms to suppress this genuine affection? Just because they are mother and
son, why would she prevent her own flesh and blood from entering her body again?
In the following days, the mother and son acted like strangers, even deliberately avoiding each other's gaze when they met. The once lively
Zizai became extremely silent, often locking himself in his room.
Although the godmother tried everything to salvage their shattered relationship, Zizai remained unmoved.
The godmother kept wondering if she had really done something wrong. To satisfy her son's sexual fantasies, she was willing to
dress herself up like a harlot; to provide him with a more convenient outlet, she bought an entire wardrobe of sexy clothes
;
to make it easier for him to peep, she even displayed her private parts nakedly before him without reservation;
all because she didn't want to lead her son into the eternal sin of incest, she was discarded like trash, not even bothering to look at him properly
. Was she really wrong?
Days passed, and the relationship between the godmother and her son deteriorated. The godmother's inner turmoil
tormented her daily like an invisible shackle, and the once beautiful young woman aged considerably.
In truth, the godmother didn't understand why she had such a strong reaction that night. If she had just hardened her heart,
closed her eyes, let her body and soul indulge, temporarily setting aside morality, and waited until everything was settled,
there would be no need to worry about the issue of incest. Perhaps it was just a temporary decision, but she still chose to
withdraw gracefully.
After taking a bath, the godmother wandered around the house thoughtfully. When she came to her senses, she
found herself standing outside Zizai's bedroom door. The door was latched, but a faint light was shining from inside.
The godmother knew Zizai was still awake, but she didn't know what he was doing. Was he reading? Daydreaming? Or perhaps he was still occasionally taking
out her sexy panties to masturbate? Had Zizai lost interest in her? Or had the last incident
made him lose faith in loving her?
She gently turned the handle and pushed open the door. Zizai seemed somewhat surprised to see his mother enter his room again, but 　　he chose to remain silent until
he understood why she had come tonight . 　　"Zizai, Mom wants to talk to you." 　　"What's there to talk about?" Zizai turned his back, appearing somewhat impatient. 　　"Last time, Mom didn't mean to push you away, but... you know my difficulties." 　　"You have difficulties, but don't I? We're mother and son, but so what? Aren't I a man 　　and you a woman?" 　　"That's true, but Mom doesn't want to put you in the wrong position of incest." 　　Zizai turned around and grabbed his mother's hands, shouting excitedly, "I don't mind! I don't care about incest or 　　not, I only know that I love you! I want you!" 　　The godmother turned her head away, two lines of clear tears rolling down her cheeks. Hearing her son's heartfelt confession, she couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness. 　　She seemed to be blaming herself for being wrong to refuse him back then. 　　"Zizai... my darling... my sweet baby, Mom loves you too..." 　　"Mom... do you know how much it's hurt me to love you... ever since I came back to your side, I can only 　　secretly love you in the dark. Haven't you ever noticed that I haven't had any girlfriends? I haven't even 　　given any of them a second glance. Why? It's all because of you! Because my heart is completely filled with you, there's no room for 　　any other girl. Don't you feel anything at all?" 　　The bolder Zizai's confession, the more guilty his godmother felt. Her son loved her so deeply; 　　couldn't she treat him the same way? 　　"It's not that Mom doesn't understand. Everything Mom has done is for you! Haven't you noticed that Mom has 　　almost become a different person lately? To satisfy your desires, Mom even dresses like a harlot every day. Can you 　　say I haven't felt anything?" 　　At this moment, the mother and son were like adversaries in court, telling each other everything they had suffered these past few days 　　. After a heartfelt exchange, they gradually understood 　　the sacrifices the other had made. It turned out that all the problems stemmed from two words: "morality. 　　" Incest has been taboo since ancient times, but the more taboo something is, the more attractive it becomes 　　. Do people willingly break the taboo of incest just for momentary selfish desires? Perhaps only those involved 　　truly understand this question. 　　The godmother and her son, Zizai, are facing the biggest decision of their lives. They have the motive for incest, and also 　　sufficient reasons to support their incestuous relationship. They love each other, transcending the limitations of age, and now they must transcend 　　morality and ethics, because they firmly believe that love is the most irresistible reason, even though they are 　　mother and son connected by blood, and even though they know that this relationship is destined to be cursed. 　　The mother and son sit facing each other on the bed, their hands clasped together. Tears well up in Zizai's eyes, while the godmother is already sobbing uncontrollably. 　　"Mom, I've said everything I needed to say. What are you going to do now?" 　　Chapter Eight: The First Wrong Step 　　At one o'clock in the morning, the godmother lay naked on her son's bed. 　　Beside her were her underwear and bra, which her son had just gently removed. Zizai lay on his side beside his mother, one leg draped over her, the other hand grasping and 　　playing with her breast… 　　"Zizai… please turn off the light… Mommy's shy…" 　　"No, no, no… I like seeing Mommy blush shyly, like a little girl." 　　Zizai used his knee to nipple his mother's genitals. Under her son's playful teasing, the godmother's body slowly 　　began to react. Shyness, excitement, shame, pleasure, anticipation, worry… a multitude of conflicting emotions 　　surged like waves, churning the godmother's thoughts… 　　At this moment, all the godmother could do was let her son do as he pleased… 　　“Mom…I want to kiss you…can I…?” 　　“…Mom is now…your woman…do whatever you want…” 　　Even the godmother herself couldn't believe she would say such immoral things to her son, but to Zizai, 　　it was like a pardon. Just a few days ago, his mother had harshly rejected him, and now, in just a few days 　　, she had given him her body without reservation! 　　Having received permission, Zizai leisurely kissed his mother. Their four wet lips met, and his godmother naturally 　　opened her mouth. Zizai put his tongue into his mother's mouth, swirling it around haphazardly. His 　　godmother followed suit, putting her tongue into his mouth as well. The two exchanged saliva, sucking on each other's tongues, their kiss growing more intense and 　　wilder... 　　"Mommy's saliva...so sweet...so fragrant..." 　　His godmother wrapped one arm around Zizai's neck and the other around his buttocks. She naturally thrust her genitals 　　towards Zizai's genitals, rubbing her pubic mound against his penis. 　　"Mom...I love you so much...I want to...insert it into your...little hole..." 　　"I've...completely...give myself to you...you must...treat Mom well...you know... 　　you 　　mustn't...let me...let my...good intentions go to waste..." 　　Zizai's hand moved from his mother's breasts to her genitals, his body pressing heavily against hers. Faced with her son's 　　forceful advances, the godmother naturally opened her legs, anticipating his penetration... 　　Zizai found his mother's entrance, first inserting his fingers and playing with it, causing her to overflow with vaginal fluid 　　. The godmother's vagina was incredibly itchy. Although Zizai's large penis had been waiting outside for a long time, it hesitated 　　to penetrate. The embarrassed godmother couldn't help but twist her lower body, constantly pressing her vulva against her son's penis 　　... 　　"Mom's so wet down there..." 　　"Good baby...stop teasing me...hurry...hurry..." 　　"Hurry up what? I want Mom to say it herself." 　　Zizai asked knowingly, his purpose being nothing more than to make his mother feel even more ashamed and lewd.

"Quick...quickly insert it into Mom's body...Mom needs you...want your baby..."
Zizai got into position, his hips sinking down, a lustful penis plunging to the very bottom. To hide
the shame of her orgasm, even though her body was already at its peak of excitement, his godmother could only bite the blanket tightly, not daring to make
a sound, but sweat already covered her face...
"Mmm...mmm...mmm..."
Zizai kept thrusting his penis in and out, and his godmother's mouth, biting the blanket, let out muffled moans.
Zizai, tasting the forbidden fruit for the first time, facing his beloved mother, a great woman, had forgotten
what it meant to be gentle and considerate, and didn't care whether his mother's body could withstand it, he just kept thrusting, thrusting, and
thrusting again... simply because the feeling of intercourse was just too wonderful.
"Zizai...Zizai..."
The godmother's endless murmurs aroused the wild, primal instincts deep within Zizai's heart. Despite the air conditioning in the room,
the mother and son were both drenched in sweat, their juices soaking the sheets. Zizai's penis filled his mother's vagina...
Fifteen
... Twenty... Twenty-five...
Zizai silently counted the number of thrusts into his mother. Although he had only ever masturbated, Zizai still hoped
to give his mother a beautiful first memory.
"Mom...I can't take it anymore..."
"Don't...don't ejaculate...inside..."
Thick, sticky semen gushed out. Just as he was about to ejaculate, Zizai pulled out his penis and
shot his hot semen onto his mother's belly.
After a wild, wanton thrusting session, the godmother had already fainted from pleasure. Sweat and tears
streamed down her face. From this day forward, she and Zizai could no longer be just mother and son.
Chapter Nine: Unpredictable Fate
"So, you and your son Zizai must be very much in love, but you told me
that the reason you moved here was to hide from him. The more I hear, the more confused I get."
It was several days later when I asked this question, but my godmother didn't want to say much. She blamed herself for drinking too much that day
, which led her to tell me this unspeakable thing. But since the words were already out, she hoped I wouldn't ask any more questions. As for myself,
for some reason, my godmother's story reminded me of my own mother.
"By the way, I wonder if the birthday present I gave you that day fits you?"
Unexpectedly, my godmother turned her back, stuck out her bottom, and slowly pulled up her skirt…
Sure enough, that sexy little pair of panties was on her, and I was quite moved.
"When it's your birthday, your godmother will give you a special gift."
"Really? You're not kidding me? It's not going to be my godmother's underwear, is it?"
"You're only half right. If you want my underwear, you can always get it from my room, why would I need to bring it to you?" "I'm
so excited! Did you buy some new underwear abroad?"
"You'll find out when the time comes."
My godmother checked her watch and asked if I had anything else planned for the afternoon. If not, she wanted me to go shopping with her in the East District
. Shopping with my godmother has been the happiest thing for me lately, because every time we go shopping, she inevitably wants
me to go with her to buy some underwear, and this is the only time I can openly walk into a women's underwear store.
My godmother took me to a shop specializing in French women's lingerie. The shop owner and my godmother were
old acquaintances, so she warmly welcomed us inside and showed my godmother the latest and sexiest lingerie styles
. Standing to the side, watching my godmother and the owner admiring the sexy
lingerie and chatting, made me feel extremely uncomfortable.
"Oh, right, I forgot to introduce you, this is my son."
"Oh…you must be Zizai. Your mother often mentions you to me. She calls me Ah Feng, so you can call me
Aunt Feng."
My godmother winked at me, signaling me not to expose her secret. I immediately understood her meaning and instantly
became "Zizai's incarnation." This made my godmother and I feel more comfortable in public.
My godmother stayed in the shop for a while, picking out two sets of purple lingerie with silk lace and rose patterns—
a sexy and alluring style, exactly my godmother's favorite. Before leaving, my godmother went back into the store and came out with another bag
.
"Godmother is a real lingerie fanatic, just as much as I am."
She picked up the small bag and deliberately waved it in front of me.
"This is a birthday present!"
My godmother really was going to give me these alluring lingerie, but why did she say I only guessed
half right when I asked her this morning? What was the other half? Could it be... could it be... could it be that my godmother was going to open the lingerie herself
before giving it to me with "Mom's scent"? If that's the case, I'll use
it to masturbate for the rest of my life!
Actually, I often sneak into my godmother's bathroom to take her dirty underwear to masturbate.
The underwear, stained with pale yellow secretions, exudes a captivating scent of female hormones, mixed with the smells of sweat, perfume, and feces and urine,
creating the most beautiful aroma in the world. Several times, I've been scolded by my godmother for ejaculating on her underwear while masturbating
, but she doesn't seem to care.
Once, as I was reveling in the intense pleasure of my penis rubbing against the soft fabric of her underwear
, my godmother suddenly burst into the bathroom. Caught red-handed, I quickly apologized.
"You boys just love playing these childish games!"
At the time, I didn't know that my godmother's son, Zizai, also had a habit of masturbating with her underwear. My godmother only punished me by making
me wash her underwear; she didn't say much more, and even afterwards, she didn't forbid me from using her underwear to masturbate, only telling
me to remember to wash all underwear afterward. I didn't know if this was punishment or reward. Only
after hearing my godmother's story did I begin to understand why she acted this way, and
how her "underwear complex" came about.
"Besides my underwear, whose underwear do you use to masturbate?"
My godmother suddenly asked this embarrassing question while I was washing her underwear.
"I used to steal some female students' underwear… I used most of them…"
"Where are your mother's underwear?"
"My mother? Don't joke around. My mother's underwear is old and conservative. Some of them are even worn out and she still
wears them. Why would I be interested..."
My godmother gave a strange smile, as if she could see through my thoughts.
"Since you're not interested in your mother's underwear, how do you know there are holes in it?
Just tell me the truth."
"...A few times...but that was before I met my godmother. Since I met my godmother...I haven't used my mother's underwear for masturbation." "Since you have so many collections, all of them trendy and sexy underwear for young girls, how could you possibly think of using your mother's old and outdated underwear?" "Well
...
how
should
I put
it...sometimes when I go into the bathroom to shower, I happen to see my mother's underwear that she's just taken off.
Although it's inconspicuous, but...when I think about it, it's underwear that she just took off from her crotch, and it still has...my mother
's pubic hair on it. Holding it in my hand, I can even feel her body temperature, and my lower body can't help but get aroused
...I find it strange myself."
After listening, my godmother didn't scold me. Instead, she gave me a hug, as if to say, "Darling
, I understand how you feel," and then silently walked out of the bathroom.
Looking back now, it's surprising that my godmother's own son used her underwear for masturbation. It
was only when she repeatedly asked me about my feelings for my mother that I slowly realized
I had also been attracted to my mother's underwear before my godmother appeared. Under her persistent questioning, I even reflected on my
peculiar feelings towards my mother's underwear, because by women's standards, it wasn't attractive
. Perhaps my feelings for her underwear stemmed from my emotional attachment to her.
Chapter Ten: Mother
"Talk about your mother! It's unfair to only talk about me and my son; you need to be honest with your godmother too."
"My mom… there's nothing to talk about. She's neither as beautiful nor as modern as my godmother.
The kind of relationship you and your son have is unlikely to happen between me and my mother."
"Really? I often talk to your mother about you. From a woman's perspective,
I think you and your mother just lack some stimulation."
"I've already said there's nothing between me and my mother, let alone her feelings towards me."
"Your mother and I are practically identical, both prone to suppressing their emotions. From your
conversation, I can sense your strong Oedipus complex. Don't deny it; otherwise, you wouldn't be constantly
by my side. You're just using me as a substitute for your mother to lessen your guilt."
I remained silent, pondering every word my godmother said. My godmother truly lived up to her reputation; her analysis of my thoughts
was spot on. I do have an Oedipus complex. Older women make me feel safe, and older, more feminine
women are incredibly arousing to my sexual desire. So, although my mother always gave me
an impression of simplicity and unapproachability, she was still the woman who most easily aroused my desire. I never understood this before
because I always saw my mother as just "mother," neglecting the fact that she was also a mature woman.
"Even if I agree with your analysis of this part of me, you said my mother, like me, is
someone who represses her emotions. How did you know that?"
"A woman's intuition is very accurate. The other day I went to your house, but you were out. Your mother warmly
invited me in to chat. During our conversation, I could sense your mother's expectations for you and... a special
...
feeling..."
"Feeling? Is it the kind you have with Zai Zai?"
"Perhaps. Willing to sacrifice everything for her son is a feeling every mother has, and your
mother is no exception. When your mother talked about your deceased father, she only mentioned it lightly, but when she talked
about raising you, she became emotional and shed tears."
"This is perhaps a common phenomenon among single mothers."
"This is different. She was willing to remain a widow for ten years because she always made you the center of her life
. But one day, you and your sister will have your own families and leave your mother.
How will your mother live then?"
"I... will take my mother to live with me and take care of her."
"It's no use. No woman in the world would share the son she raised with such hardship with another
woman. I understand that feeling better than anyone."
"But it's unavoidable."
"I don't think so! Haven't you ever thought about being closer to your mother... even once?"
My godmother spoke subtly, but I understood what she meant. My godmother bore
the stigma of incest for her son, but she never regretted it. As a mother herself, she understood the special bond between mother and son
. Now, she shifted the question to me, making me ponder deeply…
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked you such a blunt question."
"No, it's okay. Actually, this is a problem I'll have to face sooner or later."
After talking with my godmother and returning home, I began to pay attention to my mother, whom I had neglected for quite some time.
"You're back. Did you go visiting Aunt Zhang again? Although she's very kind to you, don't always
bother her, it's kind of embarrassing."
"Aunt Zhang lives alone. She'd be happy to have someone keep her company, how could it be a bother?"
"So, according to you, I'm also home alone. Why don't you spend more time with me?"
Was my mother implying something? Or was I being influenced by my godmother's words and starting to become suspicious?
"Isn't my older sister at home?"
"Well…that's different. She's a girl, you're a boy. I'll feel
safer with you at home."
Need a man's company? Was this my mother's second hint? Looking at
my mother's back as she bent over, mopping the living room floor, apart from her slightly plump figure due to being over forty, everything about her was still so graceful.
Stunning. Perhaps my gaze had been deceived for years by my mother's simple attire and clothing, causing me to overlook
the fact that she was also a stunningly beautiful woman.
Bent over, her low-cut neckline revealed a deep cleavage and
a pair of large breasts that swayed back and forth. Her high, pert buttocks, though slightly plump, contrasted beautifully with her snow-white
legs, round and full, arousing endless fantasies.
Mother, oh Mother, why have I always overlooked you! If it weren't for my godmother's kind reminder, I might
never have discovered your beauty. Now, I only wish to rekindle your long-extinguished
radiance before your youth fades.
I went to the bathroom and rummaged through the dirty laundry in the washing machine. I quickly found three or four pairs of women's underwear.
My sister's underwear was starting to show more daring styles, but compared to my godmother's, it was still
nothing. My mother's underwear, which I had been eagerly anticipating, remained plain and unchanged.
I sat on the toilet, playing with my sister's and mother's underwear. Since discovering my godmother's underwear,
I hadn't played this game for months. I opened my mother's plain beige panties. Aside from
a small lace flower adorning the waistband, there were no other decorations. The elastic band was loose and
frayed, and the panties were covered in long, dried, yellowish-pink patches of her vaginal secretions—
marks left by her labia pressing against the fabric all day. These small pieces of fabric, soaked with her vaginal fluids
, emitted an incredibly strong, fishy smell. I involuntarily stuck out my tongue and licked the remaining
secretions, swallowing them with my saliva.
"If only Mother could wear underwear like my godmother's!"
I told my godmother about my experience masturbating in the bathroom with my mother's panties yesterday. She smiled and took a small package from the drawer. I glanced at it—it was 　　the birthday present she had said she was going to buy for me
when we went shopping together that day . 　　"Take it!" 　　"But...my birthday isn't here yet!" 　　"I only said it was a birthday present, who said it was for you?" 　　"Then who is it for?" 　　"Your mother." 　　Hearing my godmother's words, I realized tomorrow is my mother's forty-second birthday. My godmother told me that she 　　accidentally found out my mother's birthday while chatting with her, and the set of underwear in the bag was a 　　birthday gift for my mother. 　　I opened the bag, and a set of dark brown underwear immediately appeared before my eyes. The underwear was a French 　　designer's work, very glamorous and eye-catching, but compared to the underwear my godmother liked to wear, it seemed much more conservative. 　　This was probably because my godmother was concerned that my mother's conservative personality might not be able to accept such avant-garde underwear all at once. 　　"Now you don't have to worry about what gift to give your mother anymore." 　　"But... these are women's underwear! What son would give his mother underwear?" 　　"My son Zizai would, and you've given me underwear before, haven't you?" 　　"That's different. My mother is a very conservative person, I'm worried..." 　　"Don't worry, your godmother has thought of everything for you. You can say it like this, you say..." 　　After my godmother's instructions, I memorized every word she told me and practiced alone 　　all night, afraid of saying the wrong word. 　　Chapter Eleven: A Belated Gift 　　On the night of my mother's birthday, my sister bought a cake to celebrate her birthday and gave her a bouquet of flowers. 　　"I've never given my mother a birthday present before," 　　my older sister complained, but my mother shook her head and said that as long as the thought was there, it was fine. 　　After nightfall, my older sister and mother went to their rooms to sleep, but I hesitated to give 　　my mother this mysterious gift. Just then, I heard footsteps outside the door. 　　"Aren't you asleep yet? Get some rest, you have class tomorrow." 　　"Mom...I..." 　　I nervously took the birthday present out of the drawer and wished my mother a happy birthday. 　　"Mom, this is the first time...I...I'm so happy..." 　　Just as my mother was about to open the bag, I quickly stopped her and told her why. 　　"This is a mysterious gift. I see Mom is always busy with housework and never thinks about dressing 　　up. She wears the same clothes for seven or eight years. So, I specially asked Aunt Zhang to help Mom pick out 　　a dress. Aunt Zhang told me that every woman would like it, so Mom will definitely 　　like it too. She said it's a magical dress that will make a woman radiant, but she didn't tell me what kind of 　　dress has this magic, just to give you a surprise." 　　My mother became more and more curious and expectant as she listened. After thanking me, she went back to her room alone. 　　I didn't even want to think about how my mother would react after seeing the gift. I just wanted 　　to blame my godmother if something went wrong; it was all her clever design. 　　The night passed, and nothing happened. 　　The next day, Mom was still wearing her simple dress and doing housework. I deliberately observed whether she had 　　changed into her sexy lingerie, but the dark dress made it impossible to see the style of her underwear. 　　"Oh, by the way, about yesterday's birthday present... Aunt Zhang picked out some nice clothes for Mom. Why 　　doesn't she wear them out so we can all see them?" 　　I deliberately tried to get information out of Mom, and also took the opportunity to tease her a little. 　　"This...this...isn't appropriate for now..." 　　"Doesn't Mom like it?" 　　"No...the clothes are very pretty, it's because..." 　　"It's probably a formal dress or something. You must wear it for me sometime." 　　"...Hmm..." 　　Mom didn't comment, just gave a vague reply. 　　After leaving, I immediately went to my godmother's house and told her about my mother's reaction. 　　"If she's angry, it means she's really angry. If she doesn't say anything, then of course she just likes it to herself." 　　"Really?"

"Go check the dirty clothes in the washing machine. I'm sure that set of underwear will be there soon."
"Are you so sure, Godmother? Maybe Mom will just throw that set away."
"No, trust me. I'm a woman, and I've been there. I initially
bought those sexy, revealing lingerie to satisfy my son's desires, but gradually, I found myself deeply in love
with them. No woman can resist beautiful clothes, including underwear."
"Honestly, I have no confidence in the future."
"I don't encourage you to follow in my footsteps. After all, not every loving mother and son has a happy ending.
I'm a failed example. Let nature take its course. I'm helping you this way because I want you to know that a
mother needs a man's support, especially from her own flesh and blood. All her
sacrifices should have a price. Even if the plan fails, a mother and son are still a mother and son, just with different methods. I
won't let you follow in my footsteps."
"Haven't you always wanted to know what happened between me and my son? It's a very embarrassing
past, one I originally wanted to bury deep in my memory, to let it disappear forever. But to give you
some confidence in your and your mother's future, I'll tell you the whole story! I just hope you won't repeat my son Zizai's
mistakes and let your mother down."
"It's not as serious as Godmother makes it out to be."
"Humans are strange creatures. Other animals only have basic physiological needs. A dog,
once it's eaten and drunk its fill, will obediently follow your commands. But human desires are a bottomless pit, never satisfied
.
A mother and son falling in love, even engaging in incest—such a huge shock can indeed cause a person to lose their original
reason, from the heart, to the body, and then… this path has no end."
"Godmother, the more you talk, the more confused I get. I know the seriousness of incest. Actually, before you told me
your story, and even before you reminded me of the delicate relationship between my mother and me, I never even thought about this
issue. Even if I can't develop a deeper relationship with my mother, isn't maintaining our current mother-son relationship good enough?"
"Do you really think so?"
"This... I..."
"You hesitated. You know very well that if you don't do this, you'll regret it for the rest of your life."
Indeed, I really admire my godmother's ability to see into people's hearts. Perhaps, having been involved herself, she has
a personal understanding that outsiders cannot comprehend. I lied to my godmother, I lied to myself. Although I have a general
, worldly view of incest, believing that incest is indeed unforgivable, I must admit that in the dark side of my heart, I constantly
yearn for the warmth of my mother's touch. Coupled with my family environment and my relationship with my mother, these are
the perfect breeding ground for incestuous relations between mother and son.
Chapter Twelve: A Detailed Account from the Beginning
"Since that night when I gave my body to my son, Zizai, we were no longer mother and son. Although
this situation was expected, the impact on me was still enormous, and it was really hard
to adjust for a while. To Zizai, who am I? My biological mother? My lover? Or just a tool for sexual release? Zizai
didn't know, and even I, as his mother, was confused.
The next morning, I woke up from my sleep and suddenly felt an itch in my lower body. Looking up, I found Zizai
kneeling between my legs, licking my vulva.
'Mom, you're awake? This way of waking you up is quite special, isn't it! Look, even in my dreams, Mom's pussy is so
wet. Let's do it again.'
Zizai is a child with a very strong sex drive. Having been in a state of repression in the past, he suddenly found me
, an object to release his sexual desires. He seemed very proud, and was in a state of arousal every day. As for
me, every time I made love to him, my guilt deepened, causing me great pain."
Unable to refuse, Zizai's hot penis once again plunged into my tired vagina.
I can't deny that during sex with my son, I experienced an unprecedented orgasm; the overflowing
vaginal fluid even soaked the entire sheet. Although Zizai was also a virgin before, his sexual skills
were no less than any adult man's—perhaps this was his innate talent!
Naively, I originally only wanted to provide my son with his lewd underwear for masturbation, but in the end, I also fell
into the abyss of incest. But I don't regret it. As long as Zizai loves me, cares for me, and stays with me, all the
sacrifices are worthwhile.
Although I am now his, and he can have my body anytime and do whatever he wants,
he still seems to have a special fondness for my underwear. Therefore, at his request, I must
wear those sexy and lewd lingerie every day for him to admire and play with. Only when I wear these lingeries
can he truly go wild.
"Mom, hurry up and change into these underwear. I went to great lengths to get them."
Zizai had somehow acquired some incredibly lewd underwear; just looking at it was enough to make one blush,
let alone wearing it for her son to play with.
"Zizai, how about I put it on for you tonight in the room? Mom will be shy."
I don't know when it started, but whenever I slightly disobey him, he throws a tantrum, yelling and
screaming, leaving me no choice but to comply. Clearly, he has forgotten that I am his biological mother who gave him life and raised him.
He drew the living room curtains, pushed me onto the sofa, and roughly ripped off all my clothes,
forcing me to put on those extremely perverse underwear. I was terrified and trembled as I put on the underwear
. Then, Zizai pressed me back onto the sofa, and through the thin bra, used his strong hands to
squeeze and twist my breasts. I felt as if my breasts were about to burst, but Zizai seemed unusually excited
. A cold smile played on his lips as his other hand reached for my genitals, again
rubbing my labia through the thin underwear.
"Mom said she didn't like it, and your juices have soaked your underwear..."
"Stop talking...please..."
For nearly ten minutes, Zizai played with my body through my underwear and bra. Strangely, I
gradually became aroused from the pain; my nipples became erect and stiff, and my clitoris throbbed with blood like a small bean. Seeing this, Zizai
didn't take off my underwear, but simply pulled the bottom of it to the side, exposing my entire vulva. Before
I could react, his large penis was already inside me.
"Mommy... this kind of game... makes you... aroused too..."
"Zizai... Mommy is a... slutty woman..."
"I like... Mommy... your lewd appearance... I'm going to cum... inside..."
A thick, hot liquid spurted into my cavity again, reaching my core.
At that moment, I truly understood what my real self was. I used to think women only needed a spiritual
life, but now, I've not only discovered sexual pleasure, but also discovered I have a strong masochistic streak.
When Zizai roughly played with my body in a perverse way, I actually experienced the
feeling of shuttling between heaven and hell. The only thing is, the man who gave me all this was my own flesh and blood.
At this point, I was completely liberated. All my principles as a mother, all my morals and ethics,
were bullshit. I only knew that I was a woman gradually entering middle age, possessing a body that constantly craved nourishment
, and the only man who could satisfy me was my son—Zizai.
Zizai pulled his limp penis out of my vagina. Looking at that fleshy penis covered in semen and vaginal fluid, I
couldn't help but put it in my mouth. The penis full of foreign matter tasted different, incredibly fishy and foul, but
in my mouth, it was sweeter than any nectar.
"Mom...you're giving me oral sex...I'm so touched!"
My passionate actions surprised Zizai, who also lowered his head and licked
my wet labia with his nimble tongue. As his tongue slid between my labia, I couldn't help but climax twice more. He imitated
me, swallowing all the fluid that seeped from my vulva. Mother and son performed oral sex in a 69 position for a full half
hour.
From then on, I was completely his woman...or rather, his exclusive sex toy. Before the
incestuous relationship, Zizai felt more infatuation than lust for me, his mother, but after it happened,
there was no longer a trace of love in his heart, only endless evil desire.
Suffering from physical and mental torment, I found myself deeply trapped in it. Perhaps he was the second man after his father to possess my body. I developed an extreme dependence on him. As long as he paid attention to me, 　　I didn't care
if he abused or mistreated me. 　　My complete indulgence of my son led me to abandon the dignity of a woman as a mother, which was my 　　first mistake. As my son's appetite grew, simple intercourse and sex could no longer satisfy his ever-growing 　　sexual desire. " 　　-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 　　The Underwear Romance - End 　　Chapter Thirteen: Slave of Desire 　　The godmother's story became increasingly explicit and taboo, but she made no attempt to conceal her use of the most direct language to describe 　　her sexual relationship with her son. This was a world of difference compared to when she first spoke the truth while drunk. I sensed 　　that my godmother's actions were intentional, as if she wanted me to deeply understand the joys and sorrows of incest between mother and son. 　　"Godmother...would you like to rest for a while...?" 　　"No need, because the story is just beginning. In the following story, we will answer 　　the questions that have been nagging at you for days: why, after committing incest, did I choose to hide from my son?" 　　"Is it...that your son started to do some...perverted sexual abuse to you?" 　　"You're only half right." 　　"Half again? What's the other half?" 　　One evening, I was cooking in the kitchen when Zizai suddenly rushed in, saying he wanted to 　　have sex with me in the kitchen. I didn't object, because before this, we had sex almost every day, but only 　　in the bedroom. Having sex in the kitchen was indeed a novel and exciting idea, but dinner was only half-finished. What should we 　　do? 　　Zizai wanted me to take off all my clothes, except for an apron, and continue cooking. 　　I felt very uncomfortable in just an apron. At this moment, Zizai picked up two small cucumbers from the table and waved them in front of me. I 　　immediately understood his wicked idea. Although I had masturbated with cucumbers and carrots before, it didn't feel comfortable 　　. 　　"Don't do this, just have sex... Ah!" 　　Before I could finish speaking, Zizai had already inserted one of the cucumbers into my vagina. The unpeeled 　　cucumber had a slight prickle on the skin, but for the sensitive vaginal walls, it was indescribable. 　　My vaginal fluid gushed out, immediately wetting the cold cucumber. 　　"Feels good, doesn't it... Mom... This is our dinner... Don't waste it..." 　　"Zizai... Don't do this... You're abusing Mom... It hurts... It hurts..." 　　"Look, Mom's so wet... You're amazing, even my thighs are wet..." 　　"Stop... Mom wants yours... Put it in... Don't use the cucumber..." 　　The cucumber, now a sex toy in his hands, scraped several fine 　　scratches inside my vagina with each thrust, but the pain miraculously transformed into a tingling sensation, making my whole body tremble. 　　"Want my cock? First, use Mom's little mouth to serve me." 　　Zizai had already taken off his pants and was sitting on the dining table, a thick penis with bulging veins standing erect between his legs. 　　Without hesitation, I took it into my mouth, swallowing and spitting it out rhythmically like an engine piston. 　　"Mom... your oral skills... are truly amazing... I want... to shoot in Mom's mouth... Mom... 　　I want to swallow every last drop..." 　　At this moment, Zizai inserted another small cucumber into my anus. Stimulated, I sucked 　　on his penis even tighter. Soon, a thick, hot liquid shot out from the urethral opening, spraying straight 　　into my throat, leaving me no choice but to swallow his semen.

"Mom is such a slutty woman. Was my soup good? Don't waste it."
His penis, limp after ejaculating, remained in my mouth, but Zizai still wanted me to lick it. In
less than three minutes, his previously limp penis became lively again, making me admire my
son's youthful energy.
"Mom, look, my little brother is revived. It's my turn now."
He pressed my upper body onto the table, my buttocks raised high, and
pulled the small cucumber that had been inserted into my anus and vagina forcefully out.
"Ouch...it hurts...be gentle..."
"Mom's asshole is still a virgin, right? How about I deflower Mom?"
"No...don't put it there...it will hurt a lot...ouch...um..."
Zizai completely ignored my pleas. My anus, which had just been loosened by the cucumber, was suddenly
pierced by his penis. Anal sex is really uncomfortable, even painful, but at this moment, it
gave me an unprecedentedly fresh feeling. Was I really a slutty woman? I myself began
to have this question.
Besides the dining table in the kitchen, the living room sofa, the bathroom, and the balcony were all
places where he abused me, his mother. Although I still wanted to retain some dignity as a mother, in his eyes, I was merely his sex toy
, an object for his sexual gratification.
I endured this abuse from my own son for over a year, suffering immense physical and mental torment. I reached
my breaking point; my health deteriorated daily, and my mind was in a daze. But Zizai
didn't stop; in fact, he intensified his treatment of me. He even tied me to a chair with a rope
and tried to lure a stray dog from the street to me… Fortunately, the dog seemed uninterested, allowing me to escape
. From then on, I desperately wanted to end this relationship.
But I knew perfectly well that once incest between mother and son began, it would never end. Asking Zizai to let go
was impossible. The only thing I could do was escape!
The rest of the story, my escape, is rather uneventful. I moved several times
until I became your neighbor, which finally gave me the desire to settle down.
...
"Godmother, after all this, do you regret... incest with your son?"
My godmother shook her head firmly without hesitation.
"Not at all, because I knew it was my destiny. I just made one mistake: I didn't
understand what kind of person my son was beforehand."
"Then why did you encourage me and my mother...aren't you afraid I'll make the same mistake?" "
I have faith in you. During our time together, I know you're kind-hearted and have all
the conditions for incest. It's your destiny; you don't need to run away, you should face it. I've always thought that if I
had a son as good as you, I'd be eager to appear before you! That's why I adopted you as my godson."
"So...godmother also has feelings for...with me..."
My godmother smiled without answering, her strange expression making my heart flutter. Had I really hit the nail on the head?
"If you behave well, your godmother will seriously consider it."
"Really? How do I have to behave?"
"Start with your mother. This is a selfish thought of mine, but I hope that you
can fulfill the dream that I couldn't achieve."
"An unattainable dream?"
"A harmonious family with only sex and love, without violence or abuse. Most men love for sex,
but most women have sex for love. You love your mother and have sexual fantasies about her. And your mother
?
Love goes without saying. Next, we'll have to maintain it through sex. A mother-son relationship with both love and sex
is my lifelong dream."
"But...but...I have no idea what my mother thinks. Besides, I'm a virgin.
Even if I wanted to, I wouldn't know where to start."
"You little rascal, everyone knows what you're thinking! You want your godmother to teach you, right?"
"Godmother is wise. Nothing can be hidden from you." My godmother saw through my thoughts, and I could only smile awkwardly.
"Okay, starting today, you'll report to me daily on your and your mother's progress. Your godmother will
guide you based on the situation, and if things really get crucial... your godmother won't be stingy."
"Really? Godmother can't back out! With your guarantee, I'll definitely fulfill your dream
."
For the next month or so, I reported my mother's progress to my godmother every day, but to my utter
dismay, the mother-son relationship, which I had expected to improve after sending the underwear, didn't go as
smoothly as my godmother had anticipated. My mother still didn't react at all, and I checked the bathroom and balcony several times a day, but
the underwear I had sent to my mother never appeared.
"Is it because Mom thinks the underwear is too sexy that she's afraid to wear it? Or is she angry with me because of this?
Why isn't there any progress?"
"It's a bit difficult. Although your mom appears conservative, my woman's intuition tells me that her
long-suppressed emotions are about to explode. I think... something's missing?"
"Godmother, don't keep me in suspense, what is it?"
"A catalyst. It's your initiative."
"Didn't I already give her sexy underwear?"
"That's not enough. You have to strike while the iron is hot, but you're just waiting. You should actively create
opportunities to be alone with your mother, and then use some drastic measures."
"But... I've never dated my mom, or any woman her age, so I don't know what to do
." "If you're going to do something, do it right.
I'll be your practice partner."
"Really?! That's great!"
"But if you don't study seriously, I won't be happy."
"I know that. Let's start today."
And so, my godmother volunteered to be my date, so I could simulate what it would be like to invite my mother out in the future.
Any situation that might arise. My godmother is indeed a worldly woman; her insight into and understanding of people's hearts
is truly inescapable, especially when it comes to women. In just one week, I
learned many techniques from her for pleasing older women, even how to exploit their weaknesses, catch them off guard, and
add a touch of self-pity. I'm confident I can make my mother submit to me.
Chapter Fourteen: My Mother's Confession
Perhaps it was truly fate that allowed me to overhear my mother's words, which could be considered her sincere confession
. To her, Aunt Zhang was an "outsider," completely unaware that Aunt Zhang was actually my
godmother. She thought that confessions to outsiders were harmless, but little did she know that as she spoke,
I was listening intently to every word in the next room…
That day, while I was chatting with my godmother at her home, the doorbell rang suddenly. My godmother went to answer the door and heard
my mother's voice outside. On a whim, I got up and hid in the storage room next to the living room, leaving the door half-open. This way,
I could not only hide but also clearly see and hear everything happening outside.
"Ms. Zhang, I'm sorry to bother you."
"Don't be so polite, we've been neighbors for so long. By the way, is there something special you need?"
"Oh, it's like this, Xiao Quan often bothers you, and I feel a little bad about it. I apologize in advance."
"No, it's not like that. That child is very well-behaved. Besides, I live alone, and it's good that he keeps me company." "
It's all my fault as a mother. I can't even control my own child, and I have to trouble you." "
Actually, A Bao often mentions you to me..."
"Really... what does he... say?" My mother seemed very concerned about this question.
"He said that it's very hard for you to raise two children on your own, and he is very grateful for your upbringing."
"And what else?"
"And... this..." I knew my godmother was teasing my mother, deliberately speaking hesitantly
, and my mother indeed seemed a little anxious.
"He said Mother is good, but she lacks... a bit of fun in life. He said if Mother could... um...
"
"I know I'm a bit serious in front of the children, but I really don't know what to do. I'm not like you,
always at the forefront of the times, so trendy, fashionable, and witty. I want to change, but how can I let go of my maternal
pride..."
"Mrs. Li, don't be so impulsive. We're both women, I understand your feelings very well."
"Miss Zhang, I'm a simple-minded woman. Abao listens to you very much. Please help me.
Recently, I've noticed that Abao's behavior is a bit... strange. I can't quite put my finger on why, but I know you must
know the reason. Please tell me!"
The godmother deliberately pretended to be very troubled, hesitating several times, leaving the mother at a loss.
"I know the reason, but if you want to solve this problem, you have to honestly tell me what you're thinking
. Only then can I truly help you. We're all women, I don't think there's anything to be embarrassed about."
The mother, of course, nodded vigorously to get the answer.
"Actually... although Abao didn't say it explicitly, I could sense that he's always regarded you as his
idol. Rather than saying he idolizes you, it's more accurate to say he has a strong Oedipus complex."
"What? Oedipus complex... you mean, Abao likes me, his mother?"
The godmother nodded firmly.
"Don't be surprised, my own son is just like Abao now, even stronger."
"Then... what should I do?"
"That's up to you. I can't help you, because feelings are mutual. Problems do
n't change because of the relationship, even between mother and son."
"Ms. Li, you..."
"Just as you thought, I accepted my son, not for any other reason than because I love him deeply, even
to the point of giving up everything for him. Since our happiness is in our own hands, only a close union
is the only way to achieve it."
Shocked, the mother knew that further questioning might touch on her privacy, so she immediately changed
the subject, but she already understood why her godmother wanted her to be honest.
"This is a problem between you and your son, and I shouldn't interfere. But how to resolve it, I think, is something only
you know right now. As for you, what's your attitude towards Abao?"
"This…I…"
"The truth is harsh, but sometimes only by facing reality can problems be solved. As someone
who's been through this, I advise you that people don't necessarily have to live under the shadow of traditional morality. So-called morality and ethics
are man-made, but behind closed doors, there's another world that belongs to you, a
world where you don't have to live under the constant moral judgment of others. Forgive me for saying these seemingly disrespectful things, but these are
my true feelings, and I think you'll feel the same way."
The mother remained silent, seemingly confused and slightly agitated by her godmother's direct and blunt explanation.
"You really think... I could too..."
"There's no 'can' or 'can', only 'willing' or 'unwilling.' I know making this decision is incredibly painful, but I
believe it's worth it for the sake of true love. You... love Abao too, right?"
"Me? How should I put it? He's my own flesh and blood, how could I not love him? But I'm not sure
if this love is familial or romantic."
"That's indeed difficult to distinguish, but if you think about your possessiveness towards your son, your excessive concern for him, and
your selfless devotion to him, you'll find that it's no different from romantic love."
The godmother's eloquence was superb; the simple-minded mother didn't even have a chance to think, completely captivated
by her theory of mother-son love.
"Having been his mother your whole life, making such a big change all at once is indeed difficult. I suggest you change yourself slowly
. If you really feel it's inappropriate later, it's not too late to turn back. But if you refuse outright from the beginning,
you might ruin the happiness of both of you."
"Then... what should I do?"
"Remember your birthday? Abao asked me to pick out a gift for you. I chose a sexy lingerie set
, hoping to completely transform you from the inside out. From what I've observed, you have naturally good looks,
but because you've always lacked a man worth dressing up for, you've neglected your beauty." "
That lingerie set…actually…I only wore it once…"
"Was it too revealing? Or did you not like what I picked?"
"No, actually I was very happy to receive this gift, but when I couldn't resist putting it on
, I had a strange feeling, like…like Abao tightly binding my private parts, which
made me feel very ashamed, so…"
"This further proves that you've always had the same thoughts as Abao, but you just haven't been able to openly
admit it. If you're willing, I'll help you with Abao's side, but as for you, you have to overcome it yourself
; no one can help you."
After thanking me, my mother went home, filled with inner turmoil. And me? I already knew what I had to
do.
Chapter Fifteen Midnight Flirtation
Women are herd creatures, and even my mother is no exception. When she's unsure of her own thoughts, she
'll only dwell on them endlessly. But when a second woman agrees with her, or
when she finds the same consensus in other women, she'll begin to do without hesitation what she's always wanted to do but has repeatedly suppressed
.
Since her conversation with my godmother yesterday, my mother seems much more cheerful, her previously
serious expression replaced by a constant smile.
"Mom, what's making you so happy? You've been smiling all day."
When my sister asked my mother, puzzled, a shy blush crossed my mother's face, and she looked somewhat embarrassed.
"N-nothing... just in a good mood."
Of course, I knew why, but I pretended to be nonchalant. However, one thing caught my attention
: my mother's attire.
My mother usually wears a shirt and shorts at home, but today she wore a pale yellow dress.
No wonder even my sister felt something was off about her. But what I noticed wasn't just her dress.
As she bent down to sit, I caught a glimpse of her bra through the dress's wide neckline.
I already knew all of my mother's underwear inside and out, but the bra she was wearing today seemed to be
the birthday gift I gave her. If that was the case, then perhaps the panties she was wearing were also...?
Finally, night fell. After my mother finished her morning bath, I habitually went into the bathroom, eagerly
grabbed the laundry basket, and opened the clothes. Sure enough, there it was—
the sexy lingerie I had been longing for day and night!
My mother had finally agreed to wear it!
I was so happy I almost cried. I excitedly pressed the panties to my face and sniffed them, only to find
the bottom damp. I wasn't sure what it was, but it smelled strongly of urine. Was my mother
masturbating through her panties? Or was she leaking fluid because it was her first time wearing sexy panties?
Regardless, I wrapped my already throbbing penis in the panties and started rubbing it rapidly.
"Mom…you finally wore…these panties…"
Through my mother's exquisite silk panties, I recklessly ejaculated onto
the fabric covering her labia majora.
"Godmother, godmother, such wonderful news! My mom finally wore those lingerie sets! Just as you predicted,
she's starting to change. Do you think... it's time for me to confess to her?"
"Not yet, be patient. But you can try to get closer to her and break down the long-standing distance.
Remember the dating training we did a while ago?"
"You want me to ask my mom out?"
"No matter who she is, as long as she's a woman, once you break through that first line of defense, everything else is secondary."
Following my godmother's instructions, I mustered my courage and invited my mother out. Things went surprisingly smoothly.
When my mother heard I wanted to ask her out shopping and to the movies, she happily agreed, and even specifically reminded me not to let my sister
know. On
our first date, I was a little nervous. When my mother appeared before me in her pretty dress
, I was quite taken aback. My mother's attire wasn't particularly sexy, but for
my mother, who had always dressed conservatively and simply, this woman exuded an irresistible feminine charm.
"Mom...you look so beautiful today. I've never seen you wear this before."
"This...I bought it especially for today...our outing together."
Bought it for me? I couldn't believe my conservative mother would dress up for me. I was touched, and I
realized the distance between us was about to disappear.
The date went very smoothly, and we had a wonderful day. From then on, we often
went out together. Whether it was shopping or strolling, we were always inseparable. Gradually, I noticed that my somewhat serious
mother started to flirt with me. Having tasted the sweetness of it all, I even made some more intimate
gestures towards her, but she didn't react at all.
Under my godmother's careful guidance, my mother also learned how to dress herself. She started buying cosmetics
and often bought herself beautiful clothes. Of course, she also bought one sexy and beautiful piece of underwear
after another. Thanks to my godmother, I've had an endless supply of sexy underwear for masturbation every day.
I even discovered that my mother had thrown all her old-fashioned underwear and bras into the trash can.
"Even my traditionally conservative mother has started to love sexy lingerie, all thanks to my godmother."
"I think your mother isn't just wearing it for her own enjoyment; half the reason might be because of you."
I told my godmother about the time I masturbated with her underwear and ejaculated on it.
Her deduction was actually quite reasonable. After discovering I was using her worn underwear to masturbate,
my mother must have considered many possibilities. She chose to remain silent and started buying and wearing sexy lingerie...
Isn't this just declaring to me that I can enjoy her underwear to my heart's content?!
"Godmother, what should I do next?"
"It's time for you to personally deliver underwear to your mother. Give her even sexier underwear
, and I believe the effect will be completely different, because your mother is no longer the same mother she used to be."
Chapter Sixteen Happy Mother's Day
"Mom, Happy Mother's Day!"
Mother's Day has arrived, and my sister bought a bouquet of carnations for our mother.
"I originally wanted to give you a pretty dress, but Mom has changed so much lately. Not only does she know how to dress herself,
but she has also become much prettier. I almost didn't recognize you."
"Really?"
My mother smiled awkwardly, but both my mother and I knew the reason.
"Little brother, where's your gift?"
"This year I'm going to give Mom a special gift, so I'll keep it a secret for now."
"Come on, there's no gift at all. You're just making excuses."
Ignoring my sister's sarcasm, after dinner, I took advantage of my sister's absence and went to my mother
's room alone. Just as I was about to reach my mother's door, she suddenly came out of the room.
"Oh! Bao, is something wrong?"
I saw my mother carrying a stack of clothes, as if she was about to go into the bathroom to shower.
"Yes... this is a birthday present for Mom."
My mother took the gift and weighed it in her hand.
"Thank you so much... I'll open it after I shower."
"No... I mean, Mom can take it to the bathroom, I think it will come in handy."
After saying that, I was already blushing and rushed into the room.
Although my mother has changed a lot recently, and my relationship with her has gone from being distant to
being close, I still couldn't imagine how my mother would feel when she received sexy lingerie as a gift for the second time
.
The waiting time passed by, and my anxious heart made me restless.
"Knock! Knock!"
Just as I expected, there was a knock on the door.
"May I come in?"
My mother was wearing a bathrobe, and her hair was still wet, obviously she had just finished showering.
"Thank you for the gift. I just wanted to tell you that Mom really likes it. Did Aunt Zhang
help you pick it out again?"
"No... this time... I picked it out for Mom myself... I don't know... if it fits?"
My mother blushed. I couldn't imagine what could make a forty-year-old woman so
shy. That's the magic of underwear.
"Won't the shop assistants think it's strange for a boy to buy women's underwear?"
"I often go shopping for underwear with Aunt Zhang, so I know the owner of the underwear shop well. The style of this underwear
was suggested by the owner. Mom said she likes it, so her taste is indeed unique."
"You often go shopping for underwear with Aunt Zhang? When will you take Mom to that shop you mentioned?"
My mother seemed a little jealous about this, but she had fallen right into my trap.
"I'm happy to go with you anytime, as long as Mom is happy."
"It's settled then! I'll
wear this gift, along with the one from last time, often. After all, they're all from my heart."
Mom seemed to realize she'd said something inappropriate and turned to leave.
"Mom...can I...see...the gift I gave you?"
"You naughty child, I'm already so old, still teasing me like that...let me think about it."
My mother left, leaving much room for imagination. Mom didn't say "no," but "think about it," implying "
want it but still a little hesitant." Perhaps tonight was my best chance.
It was already dark, and my heart was pounding faster with the approach of night.
I involuntarily walked out of my room, towards the puppet being led, heading straight for my mother's room.
"Is that Abao? Come in and help Mom with something, okay?" I
had just reached my mother's door when she called out to me, seemingly having been waiting for a long time, and invited me inside.
As soon as I entered the room, I saw my mother wearing a sleeveless white dress, looking very pretty and cute. Her hands were behind her back
, as if she was tugging at something.
"Could you help me unzip the back?"
My mother turned around, and the zipper of her dress ran straight from her hips to her back, completely open.
Her underwear was clearly visible. Although she said she wanted me to unzip the dress, she really wanted
me to see the underwear she had given her.
"Does the dress look good?" my mother asked.
"It looks good...it looks good inside and out...anything Mom wears looks good."
My mother smiled, a very happy smile.
"I asked you if this new white dress I bought looks good! Look at you! Where are your eyes looking?"
"If there's nothing else, I'll go out first." "
Don't rush, Mom...I want to talk to you." My
mother pulled me to sit on the edge of the bed. This was the first time she had done this, and I was a little nervous.
"Mom is very grateful for your kindness towards me lately. I think it's because of Aunt Zhang."
"To be honest, Aunt Zhang has taught me a lot, including... how to get along with you."
"You should thank her, because... I've also gained a lot of inspiration from her."
After saying this, my mother and I smiled at each other, but we were probably thinking the same thing.
Then, a silence fell. Both my mother and I wanted to make things clear, but neither of us was willing to
speak first. Finally, after a few minutes of struggle, my mother spoke first.
"Little Bao, there are many things in life that can't be forced. For example, you can't stop two people who love each other from loving each other
, and you can't sever the blood ties with your family. Originally, loving someone is a very simple thing, but
some people are destined to love very painfully... Do you know what I'm talking about?"
I nodded, and my mother continued.
"I've thought a lot about this lately and have gained some understanding, but loving someone is a matter between two people. If either party
misinterprets the situation, it will not only damage the existing relationship, but sometimes it can even turn them into enemies. Mom doesn't want that."
"Mom, I only know that if two people love each other, they should bravely face it, otherwise it will only lead to lifelong
regret."
"Do you...love me?"
"Yes!" I said with the most resolute tone I had ever used in my life.
"Is it the kind of love you have for your mother?"
"More and more. Let me put it this way, if I had been born twenty years earlier, I would definitely have married you, Mom."
"If you had another chance in twenty years, would you cherish it?"
"Definitely! I..."
My mother covered my mouth with her index finger, telling me not to say anything more, because everything was already clear.
My mother stood up and turned her back to me again.
"Could you please unzip my back again?"
Chapter Seventeen Returning to Mother's Tenderness At my mother's request, all the lights in the room were turned off, and I could only vaguely 　　see my mother's graceful curves
through the streetlights shining in from the window . 　　"Can't you leave a little light out? I want to see Mom's body... and... what she looks like in just her underwear..." 　　"I haven't been naked in front of any man for so many years... Mom will be shy..." 　　"I... don't know where to start..." 　　Although I had learned a lot about men and women from my godmother, it was all just verbal instruction. 　　When it came to actually doing it, I panicked. My mother couldn't help but laugh at my awkwardness. This laugh 　　eased the tense atmosphere of our first time. 　　Under my mother's guidance, we went naked onto her big bed, 　　the bed that was originally bought for my mother and father to make love, but now it had become my tool to conquer my mother's first time. 　　"I... want to kiss Mom's lips..." 　　"You annoying guy! Mom is already lying naked in your arms, and you're still asking such a stupid question!" 　　After saying that, my mother brought her lips to my mouth. Her soft, warm red lips melted my 　　heart instantly, but made my penis even harder! 　　My mother's tongue, like a large leech, clung tightly to mine. We exchanged saliva incessantly, 　　while my hands, acting on their own, gently roamed over her sensitive spots. My mother offered no resistance, only her 　　bloodshot body throbbing with desire. 　　"Little darling...don't...tickle Mommy anymore..." 　　"Mommy's nipples are hard...down there...so wet..." 　　I finally managed to break free from my mother's mouth and moved to her dark brown 　　nipples, hard as two raisins from engorgement. As soon as I suckled, my mother trembled uncontrollably, as if having a seizure. Although I could no longer 　　draw milk from her breasts, I still suckled earnestly and forcefully. 　　"Oh...mmm...so beautiful...it's been so long...not like this..." 　　"Can Mommy suck mine too?" 　　Before my mother could answer, I had already shoved my raging penis into her mouth. 　　"Mmm...mmm...Little Bao...you're so naughty..." 　　"Ah...ah...Mom...you're so amazing...it feels so good..." 　　Having only ever masturbated before, this was the first time I experienced the pleasure of "oral penetration." I was excited and wanted to ejaculate, so 　　I held my mother's head with both hands and thrust my penis into her mouth. 　　"Ah...ah...ah...I can't take it anymore...I'm going to cum..." 　　Thick, foul-smelling semen poured into my mother's throat like a flood. I heard her 　　swallow the semen with two "glug" sounds, and it took her a long time to spit out the sticky, limp penis. 　　"Mom, I'm sorry, I...I ejaculated all of it in your mouth..." 　　"Although it doesn't taste very good, but...as long as it's yours, Mom likes it." 　　"Mom, let me serve you too!" 　　"Serve me?" 　　Before my mother could understand, I had already crawled between her legs and buried my head in her genitals. I 　　pulled a pillow under her buttocks to make her genitals more prominent, then hoisted her legs onto my 　　shoulders. Once everything was ready, I was greeted by the mysterious cave I had been dreaming of. 　　Although the room was dimly lit, I could still vaguely see the thick pubic hair scattered on her mons pubis. Below the pubic hair 　　, there was a slit—the place where I was born! 　　I used my index and middle fingers to spread my mother's labia majora, and the secret opening guarded by the labia minora 　　was right in front of me. I couldn't wait to lick the entrance with the tip of my tongue, and my mother actually moaned loudly from sensitivity. 　　"Mmm...mmm...don't do this...it's so embarrassing...Mom will be embarrassed..." 　　Streams of egg-white-like love fluid gushed from my mother's vagina. This stuff, commonly known as "vaginal fluid," 　　didn't taste very good, but it drove me extremely crazy! My tongue kept moving in and out of her opening, and my mother 　　's "vaginal fluid" almost overflowed. 　　"Oh...oh...I can't take it anymore...stop playing with Mommy...just put it in already... 　　" "Isn't this what I'm doing?" 　　"I mean...um...you're so annoying...you just want Mommy to...ask for it..." 　　Strangely enough, my penis, which had ejaculated just five minutes earlier, was reborn under the stimulation of my mother's vaginal fluids. 　　Looking back on this long journey, I almost burst into tears the moment my penis entered my mother's vagina. 　　Yes, Mommy! My great Mommy! I'm finally back in your arms! 　　Chapter Eighteen: The New Life Movement 　　After three hours of intense fighting, I ejaculated three more times. My mother kissed my cheeks with satisfaction, 　　praising my prowess. 　　"I think you could do even better." 　　My mother patted my head with satisfaction, gently stroking my slightly swollen penis. 　　"For a guy having sex for the first time, you've done pretty well." 　　"I never imagined sex could be so wonderful! Especially with Mom." 　　"Little Bao! Mom is yours now, so don't let her down." 　　Mom picked up the crumpled underwear lying on the bedside table and gently wiped my penis and her own messy 　　genitals. 　　"Mom, can I have that underwear?" 　　"This…wasn't this the one you bought for Mom?"

"Because that pair of underwear smelled like my mother, I wanted to keep it with me."
Strangely enough, even though I could have sex with my mother, I still couldn't resist my love for underwear. Now,
I finally understood why my godmother was addicted to it.
The next day, I took the underwear, stained with my semen and my mother's love juice, to my godmother to report this
good news. After looking at the underwear, my godmother congratulated me but didn't say much.
"Godmother, are you feeling unwell?"
"It's nothing… I just hope you won't follow in my son Zizai's footsteps, and that you will cherish this
hard-won love."
"I know, I will never forget your kindness, godmother."
A month later, my godmother suddenly moved out without a word, leaving me with a wardrobe full of sexy lingerie and a
letter. In the letter, she told me to cherish the underwear, because seeing the underwear was like seeing her, and told me not to try
to find her, because she was just a passerby in my life.
I handed all the underwear to my mother, saying it was what my godmother Ling had asked me to do before she left. Actually, whenever I
made love to my mother wearing my godmother's sexy lingerie, I always felt like I was making love to my godmother.
As for why my godmother left? I don't know. To me, my godmother was undoubtedly a matchmaker sent from heaven.
(The End)

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