[Mom is one step ahead] (A series of schemes)

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My Mother's Clever Move (A Series of Schemes)
Author: Luan Xiaozi Word
Count: 12915 Chapter
1: Forced by Helplessness
One summer afternoon, I was taking a nap in my room when suddenly, a shout came from my mother's room
. I rushed to her room, and as soon as I entered, I was hit hard on the back of the head by an unknown object
. When I realized that there was another person hiding behind the door, I had already lost consciousness...
I don't know how long I was unconscious. When I slowly woke up, I felt a terrible pain in the back of my head. I tried to reach
for it, only to find that my hands and feet were tightly bound with hemp rope, and I couldn't move at all. Looking up, I saw
that my mother was also unable to move her hands and feet, just like me. Standing next to her was a man with a headscarf covering his head, only his
eyes showing, who was glaring around the room.
When my mother saw that I was awake, she thanked God excitedly, while the man nonchalantly brandished
the knife in his hand.
"What do you want? If you want money, take whatever you want from the house, but don't hurt my mother
."
"Haha, ridiculous! I searched your house thoroughly, and there's nothing of value.
Normally, it's one thing for us to take money, but since you have nothing, how can I just let it go
?"
The thug turned to look at my mother lying on the ground, letting out a sinister "heh heh" laugh. A sudden
sense of foreboding washed over me. He lowered himself, reaching out to touch my mother's cheek, which terrified her, causing her to tremble violently.
"Stop! Don't touch my mother..."
"So what if I do? Come and hit me!"
My mother was terrified. She wanted to escape, but where could she go? A puddle of yellowish liquid gradually spread on the floor where my mother lay
. I realized she had even lost control of her bladder in fear.
"No...don't hurt me...I beg you..."
"Alright, alright. Since you're begging me, I'm not heartless. How about this, let your son
suffer for you." With that, he turned and walked towards me, constantly brandishing his butterfly knife.
"No! Please don't hurt my son!"
"This puts me in a difficult position. I'm in a terrible mood today and need to vent my anger on someone. You
say you won't hurt me, but I can't hurt your son either. I can't hurt myself, can I?"
The mother was frantic, not knowing what to do. But seeing that the thug wouldn't give up and was about to
hurt me with the knife, in desperation, she had no choice but to agree to his demands.
"No...don't hurt my son...hurt me instead..."
"No..."
Suddenly, I was kicked hard in the waist, the pain almost made me faint. At this moment, even if I wanted to
scream, I couldn't make a sound. I could only watch helplessly as the thug approached my mother step by step. Fear was evident in my mother's eyes,
and her whole body was trembling. The thug mercilessly pushed my mother face down onto the bed, forcibly took off
her skirt and underwear, and reached under my mother's crotch to molest her genitals...
"Wow! Such a tender and plump pussy...you can't even tell that this pussy has given birth..."
The thug spread my mother's legs, and from my angle, I could clearly see that my mother's genitals were covered
with thick, curly pubic hair, which was covered with urine. The more the thug watched, the more excited he became. With his left hand, he spread my mother's
labia, and with his right, he slowly inserted his middle finger into her vagina, thrusting in and out… thrusting in and out…
“Haha… you said you didn’t want it, look, your juices are all over the bed.”
While thrusting his finger in and out, the thug pulled down his pants. But at that moment, he
suddenly screamed, “No… no way! At this crucial moment… I can’t get hard!”
His eyes flashed with malice. The thug, who had intended to violate my mother, was now unable to achieve an erection. Enraged, he kicked my mother off
the bed. She rolled to my side, nodding to me in relief that she hadn’t been further violated.
“No way! Today I have to make you, you filthy woman, lose your virginity, otherwise I won’t be able to quell my resentment…
You! You take my place! I want to see you and your son perform.”
The thug pointed a knife at my nose, fantasizing that I would take his place, determined to force us into
incest. How could I possibly agree to his absurd request?
"Aren't you afraid I'll kill you?"
"Kill me if you want, I'll be a hero again in eighteen years."
Seeing my determination, the thug turned to threaten my mother, saying, "You've got guts, but your old mother might not agree to let
you die."
"You! If you don't have some passionate lovemaking with your son to make me happy, don't blame
me for poking holes in him!"
My mother was in a terrible predicament. She had never thought of having a relationship with her son, but a gleaming knife was pressed against
my neck. If he exerted even a little force, my life would be in danger. My mother took a breath, shook her head, and said,
"Put the knife down! I'll do whatever you want."
The thug loosened the ropes binding my mother's hands and feet and sat alone to the side, ready to enjoy the incestuous show that was about to unfold
.
"Take off your clothes first. I don't want to see any clothes on you."
My mother's lower body was already naked. At the thug's request, she first took off her top and then
removed all my clothes.
"Mom...please don't! I'd rather die than let you..."
"Stop talking, son...it's all fate. Just do as I say this time! I can't let you get
hurt."
"Look, how touching, such great maternal love. Well then, why don't you give him a blowjob first!"
My mother held my scrotum in one hand and took my penis in the other, putting it in her mouth. In an instant, I
felt my penis being enveloped by my mother's warm, smooth lips and tongue. A powerful suction pulled my penis
in, and I involuntarily thrust my body forward. Instantly, my mother's entire face was pressed against my crotch. I
could even clearly feel the breath from my mother's nose blowing on my pubic hair...that feeling
...
was so...pleasant.
Under my mother's rhythmic sucking, my penis rapidly became erect, which filled me with shame.
How could I have such lewd thoughts in front of my mother, who was being coerced into performing oral sex on me? But my mother
's small mouth was truly intoxicating; with each suck, my penis swelled further, eventually almost reaching her
throat.
Urged on by the thugs, my mother increased the speed of her sucking. I could only see my lustful penis moving
in and out of my mother's mouth repeatedly. A tingling sensation traveled from the head of my penis to my forehead, and I knew I
was about to ejaculate.
"Mom...stop...I...I can't...I'm going to cum..."
"Don't stop, let it shoot into your mouth, and swallow every last drop."
A thick liquid shot out from my body. At the same time, my mother's movements stopped. I could
hear a "glug-glug" sound coming from her throat. She really swallowed every last drop of my semen
before slowly spitting my limp penis out of her mouth.
"Very good, you're such an obedient mother."
"I've done everything you asked, shouldn't you let us go now?"
"What a joke, the game has only just begun. Look, your son's thing is soft again. I want you
to masturbate in front of him until it gets hard again."
"You...you're a devil..."
"I've never been a good person. Anyway, if you do anything that displeases me even slightly, I'll cut off
one of your son's fingers first. I want to see how many fingers he has left to use."
My mother looked at me helplessly, her face turning red and then pale. I lowered my head in embarrassment,
not daring to look my mother in the eye.
"Child, look up at your mother. Now that things have come to this, we both need to be brave."
When I looked up, my mother was already sitting directly in front of me, facing me with her legs wide open, one
hand cupping and kneading her breasts, the other hand pressing on her genitals and rubbing her clitoris.
This was the first time I had ever witnessed a woman masturbating, but I never imagined it would be my own mother.
To rekindle my desire, she not only deliberately displayed her private parts before me
, but also made many obscene and lewd gestures for my enjoyment. I looked at my mother, her eyes tightly closed
, her face revealing an extremely hungry expression; even I, her own son, couldn't help but be moved.
Her pair of snow-white, full breasts were bruised and red from her own kneading. I even noticed that her
two raisin-like nipples were erect from engorgement, and a clear secretion seeped from her genitals, staining
her fingers. At that moment, I couldn't tell whether my mother's pleasurable and intoxicated expression was a convincing performance to save me
, or an unconscious enjoyment of her own pent-up desires.
I felt a wave of dizziness, followed by a dry mouth, flushed face, and palpitations. I knew I was about to reach
the edge of arousal. If it weren't for the ropes binding me, I would have already rushed forward, regardless of who the other person was. To me
, there was only a woman before me, a body filled with lust. I wanted to have sex with her, to plunge my penis
deep into her flower, and then ejaculate every last drop of my semen into her thirsty cavity…
My mother squinted at my genitals and discovered that my penis had become erect again in just a few minutes
. She was surprised, and also somewhat embarrassed, after all, she had used her own body to arouse her son
's lust. I think she must have felt conflicted at that moment, unsure whether to feel gratified by her allure or
ashamed of her lewd behavior.
"Young man, you're really something, regaining your vigor in just a few minutes. Mom's not bad either, look at the way you were masturbating
, if I weren't feeling unwell today, I'd definitely fuck you, you slut. Now,
you're in for a treat, my good son… Kid, it's your turn."
The thug cut the rope binding me, but the butterfly knife in his hand never left my mother's neck.
He threatened me that if I resisted in any way, my mother's life would be in danger. I looked helplessly at my mother
, who was also looking at me with despair. She nodded at me, as if to tell me that saving
my life was the most important thing.
"Mom... what should I do...?"
"Just listen to him! It's no use saying anything now."
"Very well, since Mom has already served her son, now it's the son's turn to honor his mother. You, kneel down
and lick your mother's cock. If you can't make her cum, you'll lose your life!"
My mother sat on the edge of the bed and beckoned to me, spreading her legs slightly. She pulled my right hand over and placed it
on the tangled pubic hair on her vulva, telling me to lick that spot and not to think it was dirty, that saving my life was the priority.
"Mom... Mom's... isn't dirty at all... I'm sorry to trouble you..."
My mother nodded. I knelt between my mother's legs and spread them apart so that my head could
easily bury itself inside. The first thing that caught my eye was the thick pubic hair on my mother's vulva. The thick, curly
hairs grew sparsely on her slightly protruding labia majora, which were dark brown,
a stark contrast to the snow-white skin of her inner thighs. From the cleft of her pubic flesh, two thin labia minora peeked outwards, covered with a
layer of clear secretion, resembling snail meat.
This was the first time in my life I had observed a woman's genitals so closely, but at that moment, my lust outweighed
my curiosity. Like a starving traveler seeing a delicacy, I wanted to devour it whole
.
I boldly stuck out my tongue and licked back and forth along the cleft of my mother's vulva. The vulva, indeed, was a woman's
most sensitive area. After only a few light licks, my mother trembled as if electrocuted. I then
probed my tongue further into her vagina, and my mother let out moans, spreading her legs even wider.
With her legs spread wide, her genitals were more clearly visible. The assailant kept yelling that he couldn't see anything and told my mother to simply
lift her legs onto the bed. This put my mother in a squatting position. She used her hands to hold her legs in place, her lower body naturally
arching forward. Her previously tightly closed labia were now slightly parted, revealing a small opening about the size of a fingertip. My mother
pointed to a slightly raised spot above her labia minora and told me that licking that would make her wet more quickly.
However, with a flick of my tongue, my mother's love juices gushed out like a burst dam,
making a "splashing" sound as my tongue licked them.
"Kid, your old lady swallowed every last drop of your semen, now you can't let your mother's juices
go to waste, lick them dry, suck them dry."
I opened my mouth wide, covering my mother's entire vulva, sucking up large mouthfuls of her love juices.
My mother seemed quite excited; judging from her expression, she seemed to have forgotten her predicament, actually clamping her legs around
my neck, tightly holding my head with her hands, and thrusting her lower body forward desperately. My face was pressed tightly against her vulva
, unable to move, even having difficulty breathing. Finally, at the shouts of the thug, we were separated.
"Looks like your mother-son relationship has improved quite a bit, I've become your great benefactor, haha!"
I looked at my mother sideways; she kept her head down, not saying a word. She was like a walking corpse
, obeying the thugs' every word without resistance. I felt a pang of sadness, but there was nothing I could do
.
"Have you rested enough? The main event is about to begin. Son, you've already licked the place where you were born.
Now, I want your little brother to sit in there too. That way, you and your mother can be even closer."
I looked at my mother without comment. She then looked at my face, a bitter smile on her lips
, but said nothing more, as if telling me, "Child, just do it!"
"Mom... I... I can't... I can't..."
My mother gently stroked my cheeks with her hands, wiping away the tears from my eyes, giving me a gentle
smile, and then, regardless of my wishes, lay down on the bed.
"Child, close your eyes, imagine the girl you've longed for is lying on the bed, and then...and then...
Mom will help you. Let Mom bear all the blame!"
Before this moment, I was still a virgin. Forget about techniques, I didn't even know where to begin, let alone
that the other person was my own mother. What should I do? My penis was erect, and my mother on the bed had her legs spread open,
waiting for my advances. My hesitation made the perpetrator impatient. He slowly walked to the bedside, grabbed my mother's
soft breasts, and told me that if I didn't act soon, my mother's beautiful breasts would have several ugly
scars.
"Don't touch my mom, I'll do it."
I gently pressed down on my mother and hugged her. My mother whispered in my ear, reminding me what to do.
Guided by my mother, I lifted her buttocks slightly to expose her vulva for easy intercourse. My mother guided
my penis to the entrance of her vagina with her hand and raised her lower body to meet it. My body sank down, and my
thick penis slid effortlessly into my mother's vagina. My mother's vagina was warm and elastic, tightly gripping
my entire penis. With a few gentle thrusts, my mother's legs opened and closed in rhythm with my
movements.
"Child... just do it... Mom... Mom can take it..."
I never knew that making love could be such a wonderful thing. From the moment my penis entered my mother's vagina
, I even forgot that the woman in front of me was the mother who gave me life. I wanted to moan ecstatically and
thrust wildly, but I knew that was wrong. At least in this situation, I couldn't show any pleasure
.
Between thrusts, I stole a glance at my mother. Her eyes were tightly closed,
her lips pursed in a mixture of pain and pleasure, her facial muscles contorted, making it difficult to discern her true feelings. I silently continued thrusting
, the only sounds the heavy breathing of the two of us, and the "plop plop" sounds of penetration. My mother
seemed to want to say something, but she stubbornly held back.
"Mom…are you…alright…?"
"I'm fine…don't stop…be careful…the villains…they might harm you…"
Having just experienced my mother's oral skills, which had already left me tingling, now, as I explored her secret
garden, the pleasure was immeasurably greater than anything I could experience with her mouth. I thrust faster and faster, and my mother's movements became more and more intense.
She wrapped her arms around my waist, her legs arching high in the air after each thrust. The more frantically I pumped,
the louder my mother's moans grew. Thus, my panting, my mother's moans, and the jarring
sound of the bed shaking intertwined into a beautiful and vibrant symphony of sex, until I poured the last drop of hot semen onto my mother
's vulva, bringing it to a close…
As I slowly withdrew my limp penis from my mother's vagina, a thick stream of semen
gushed from her slightly parted vulva. I felt both ashamed and proud. Looking at my expressionless mother, I could only say that what's done is done, and
the facts can never be changed.
Chapter Two: Ambiguity
The thugs left, and I grabbed the phone to call the police, but my mother quickly stopped me.
"Why wouldn't you let me call the police?"
"What's the use of calling the police? The thug didn't take a single penny from the house, and he didn't even actually assault me. What's the point of
calling the police? Besides, in the end, it wasn't the thug who assaulted me, but..."
Before she could finish speaking, my mother went to her room alone, leaving behind a mess. I stared at
the stain on the bedsheet, recalling everything that had just happened. It had come so quickly and suddenly, as if it were all
a dream.
For the next few days, my mother locked herself in her room. I knew she was deeply affected,
and I didn't know how to comfort her. My mother wouldn't mention what happened that day, but
I desperately wanted to know what she was thinking after experiencing it.
For several days, I, like my mother, was filled with anxiety, unable to sleep at night. Lying alone in bed, my
mind raced, and I looked at the clock on the wall; it was already two in the morning… Suddenly, the light in my mother's room came on.
I heard her get up. Driven by curiosity, I tiptoed to her
door and peeked through the crack. My mother was sitting at her dressing table with her back to me, combing her waist-length hair, and humming
a light, cheerful tune.
Now I was completely confused. My mother had been avoiding me these past few days, and I thought she must be preparing to…
You should be sad about what happened yesterday, why are you humming a cheerful song alone in the middle of the night?
Erdai and I are drinking buddies we met in middle school. Although he's always drifting through life, he's a very loyal
friend, which is why we quickly became sworn brothers, hanging out together every day doing silly
things.
One day, Erdai came to visit. My mother greeted him very politely. After seeing my mother, Erdai's expression
changed. After entering my room, Erdai excitedly pulled me aside, saying I was a lucky guy.
"Erdai, are you out of your mind?"
"Wow! Your mom is so beautiful! If you hadn't told me, I would have really thought she was your sister."
"So what if my mom is beautiful? She's still my mom."
Erdai's lips curled into a strange smile, and he whispered mysteriously in my ear.
"Actually, I've had a really novel plan for a long time, but it requires two people to execute
, so I haven't been able to get started yet. We're sworn brothers, and I trust you. I'm asking
you to help me this time so I can fulfill my long-held wish. Of course, I won't treat you unfairly." "
What is it? Stop being so mysterious."
"I heard your parents divorced almost five years ago, and you've lived with your mother since you were little. Honestly,
what are your feelings for your mother?"
"A mother is a mother, what feelings could I possibly have!"
"Don't play dumb. We've known each other for a while now. Don't I know your reserved nature? If it were
me, living with such a beautiful mother every day, it would be strange if I didn't have some inappropriate thoughts
."
Hearing Er Dai's words, I was initially a little angry. Why make
jokes about me and my mother? But I asked myself honestly, have I really never had any dirty thoughts about this beautiful mother of mine
? Actually, long before I began to understand matters between men and women, my mother had already become
the object of my sexual fantasies.
To my mother, I was just a child, but to me, she was also a sexy woman.
On hot days, if she wore slightly thin clothing or a slightly short skirt, it was enough to arouse my desire, let
alone spending all day alone with her. Er Dai was absolutely right; it was true that I loved and respected my mother, but
deep down, her body was also a source of my desire. I was just ashamed to admit it in front of Er Dai
.
"You said you have a strange idea, tell me about it!" I deliberately changed the subject, but my purpose was still to hear
Er Dai's opinion.
"You've seen my older sister, what do you think of her looks?"
"Your older sister? To be honest, she's alright looking, but her figure is really well-maintained, especially those big
breasts, it makes me want to... wait, you don't mean you want to..."
"That's right, no wonder you're my sworn brother, you get it right away."
"Wait, this... this is incest! You're not serious, are you?!"
"Since I was little, I've had a wish, hoping that one day I could sleep with my older sister. Every time I peep at her taking a shower or going to the toilet
, seeing her big, hairy penis, I can't help but want to rush in, pin her to the ground, rape her, and then
fuck her hard with my dick..."
As he spoke, Er Dai got excited, picked up a big pillow in my room and pretended to thrust into it, I
could almost see Er Dai thrusting into his beautifully shaped older sister. At the same time,
many disjointed fragments of the past inexplicably surfaced in my mind …
I remember once, my mother and I went to a small temple on a nearby mountain to worship the gods. On the way down the mountain, my mother suddenly needed to urinate
, but looking around, there wasn't a single place to hide, let alone a public toilet. In desperation, my mother
had to ask me to stand guard while she relieved herself on the spot.
I turned away for a while, but I still couldn't hear my mother urinating. I thought it might be because she had been holding it in for too long
. Out of curiosity, I turned around to peek, and to my surprise, my mother let out a "whoosh…" and a stream of golden
liquid gushed out from between her legs, lasting for a full half minute.
Driven by curiosity, my eyes never left my mother's genitals. This was the first time I had witnessed my mother's
beautiful vulva, and what impressed me even more was the embarrassing state she was in while urinating.
After my mother finished urinating, she realized she had forgotten to bring toilet paper. Unable to find anything to use as a substitute
, and seeing her genitals soaked from the recent stream of urine, she had no choice but to
wipe herself. Reluctantly, she took off her underwear to use as toilet paper, hastily wiping herself before
stuffing the underwear into her pocket, adjusting her skirt and clothes, pretending nothing had happened.
But I had witnessed everything. All the way home, only one thought crossed my mind: my mother
wasn't wearing anything under her skirt!
When we got home, I found the underwear my mother had used to wipe herself in the laundry pile in the bathroom. I secretly
hid it. Back in my room, I carefully examined my mother's underwear. I carefully
unfolded the rolled-up piece of underwear and sniffed it intently, afraid of missing even a trace of my mother's scent
. But ironically, before this, I had never known what "my mother's scent" was.
I only remember that after that incident, I became obsessed with my mother's underwear. My mother wasn't a flirtatious woman
; on the contrary, she was conservative and reserved, which was evident in the style of her underwear—
simple styles, plain colors. She occasionally had a few more sexy pairs, but I never saw her take them out to
wash often. It seemed she only chose a few brightly colored pairs to match her clothes in the summer.
Even so, whenever I smelled the faint, fishy odor emanating from my mother's underwear, I couldn't help
but think of her wet, urine-soaked genitals… I
'd been masturbating with my mother's underwear for so many years; how could I not want to actually have sex with her? But
whenever I had incestuous thoughts, a strange sense of guilt would overwhelm me. Besides, my mother wasn't the kind
of woman who would do anything casually; even if I wanted to seduce her, it would be a pipe dream.
"Hey, wake up, what are you daydreaming about?" Er Dai shook me forcefully, and I realized I had been lost in thought.
"By the way, is your plan really feasible?"
"Actually, you probably already know, you want to rape my older sister, or you want to sleep with your mother..."
"Pah! When did I say I wanted to sleep with..."
"Stop pretending, anyone could see how lost you were just now."
I didn't argue further, just curious what kind of brilliant plan this idiot could come up with.
"The biggest obstacle is 'incest,' but if one day we're forced to violate each other under duress
, would that still be incest?" "
What nonsense are you spouting? What do you mean you have to abuse the other person? There's no such logic in this world."
"If a bad guy threatened you with a knife, saying he'd kill you if your mom didn't let you have sex with her,
would you do it, given how much your mom loves you?"
I have to admit that even this idiot Er Dai has his moments of clarity. This idea is brilliant. Not only can he
fulfill his desires, but afterwards, he might even be able to accept his bad luck for fear of the incest being exposed. There are absolutely
no side effects.
"You... really want to do it...?"
Er Dai nodded resolutely and said, "If you can't bring yourself to have sex with your mom, then help me have sex with my older sister first
. After it's done, my big-breasted sister might even let you have some fun."
I think I was blinded by lust, and I don't know why I agreed to Er Dai's suggestion. Perhaps deep down, I still desperately
wanted to have sex with my mother. As for the issue of incest, it was just a cowardly excuse.
Er Dai's older sister is one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen. Not only is she gorgeous, but her figure is also top-notch, especially
her magnificent breasts, which are the envy of countless women and the object of many men's affections. No wonder
Er Dai came up with such a crazy idea. Just think about my relationship with my mother, and you'll understand how Er Dai
feels about his sister.
"So? What do you think?"
"I don't think it's a good idea. What if your older sister insists on calling the police? If things get out, we'll be in deep trouble
."
Although I thought that way, I thought the idea was brilliant.
It might not work on Er Dai's sister, but it would definitely work on my mother.
"Then let's deal with your mother first."
I thought and thought, but I couldn't make up my mind. How could I bring myself to do it to my mother?
"Don't think so much. Let's start with my older sister!"
Unable to resist Er Dai's repeated temptations, I finally agreed. Just as Er Dai had said, things went
very smoothly. I pretended to be the bad guy and molested his beautiful older sister for about ten minutes,
thoroughly indulging my urge to be a pervert. If it weren't for my prior agreement with Er Dai, I might have really lost control and
wanted to "really" do something bad to his sister.
The next part of the story involved Er Dai, who was acting pitiful. Although it was an act, Er Dai's skilled
sexual techniques were surprisingly good. However, I was puzzled by his sister's reaction. Did she really
not care at all about being violated by her own brother? What I saw on her face was more shyness than fear.
I watched like I was watching a wonderful erotic show, wishing I were the male lead. This further
strengthened my desire to harm my mother.
Things were surprisingly calm. A few days later, when I saw Er Dai and his sister again, they were
chatting and laughing, showing no signs of the feeling of being violated. I kept wondering if, after my mother and
I did the same thing, I could end up like Er Dai and his sister.
"I promise you I will."
"So sure? What makes you so sure?"
"Don't ask so many questions, just trust me. Just look at me and my sister now. I'll
let you in on a secret: ever since that day, my sister has actually been actively pursuing me."
"No filth? I don't believe you."
Er Dai led me to his sister's room and rummaged through the trash can next to her bed, finding a wad of toilet
paper. Unwrapping it, I found a used condom inside.
"This is what we left behind after we did it last night. The evidence is irrefutable. Now you believe me, right?"
The condom in front of me forced me to believe Er Dai, but the only thing I couldn't understand was that even if
Er Dai and his sister could do it, it didn't mean my mother and I could. Why was Er Dai so confident?
Finally, in a moment of utter shock, I raped my mother. Just as Er Dai had said, my mother's
reaction was unusually calm. Aside from avoiding me lately, there was nothing unusual about her. However, the situation where Er Dai and his sister
were able to rekindle their romance didn't happen to me.
Things continued like this, with my mother showing no "special" or "abnormal" reaction, which
only deepened my suspicions.
"There must be another reason," I thought to myself.
The situation remained unresolved, but this predicament was causing me immense mental and physical torment. I couldn't help but ask Er Dai for his opinion,
but he always nonchalantly told me, "Women's minds are actually very difficult to fathom."
For a month, every night, I saw the light in my mother's room stay on until 3 a.m. Finally
, I couldn't bear it any longer and mustered the courage to barge into my mother's room.
"Mom...are you asleep?"
"Oh! You're here! What are you standing there for? Come in!"
My mother seemed completely unsurprised, as if she had been waiting for me.
"You've come at the right time. Mom wants to have a good talk with you." My mother didn't even ask why I was there, as if
she already knew what I wanted to ask her.
We sat on the edge of the bed, close together. Since "that" incident, my mother and I
hadn't been able to sit this close together. My mother wanted to speak, but hesitated several times. I just waited patiently
for her.
"You know... how hard it was for me to raise you all by myself."
"Mom... I'm sorry... that day... I..."
"Mom doesn't blame you at all. In fact, Mom doesn't care at all."
"I... did something bad to Mom..."
"It was unavoidable, Mom knows, you don't need to feel too guilty. On the contrary, as a mother, being able to
do something for my son, although it's very embarrassing, I don't regret it at all."
My mother's tone didn't sound like that of a woman who had been humiliated by her son.
"I'm sorry to have made you suffer... Mom..."
My mother hesitated for a moment, a blush appearing on her face, her eyes avoiding my direct gaze, only stealing glances
at me from the corner of her eye.
"Perhaps you think these shouldn't come from a mother's mouth, but... I still want to tell
you... Mom... since your father passed away, I've been a widow for fifteen years. For these fifteen years, I've remained
chaste, not because I'm some kind of paragon of virtue, but because I've always felt... even if I were to give myself away, it should be to
someone worthy of my trust..."
"I've ruined my fifteen years of chastity! I... I deserve to die!"
The mother shook her head again. "Actually, I already had someone I liked, but... I liked him at the wrong
time, so I've been waiting... waiting for him... waiting for the right moment."
"You had an ideal person in your heart? I've never heard you mention it
before? I've never seen you with other men."
"Yes, perhaps it was a twist of fate, but I fell in love with a man I shouldn't have. My heart was in great turmoil and pain
, but none of that matters anymore, because I've made the right choice."
"I don't understand... you mean... you've already given yourself to that man?"
"Don't you understand? You wicked thing!"
The mother's words were like a bolt from the blue! The man my mother was talking about...it was me!
Yes, I hadn't misheard; the person my mother was talking about was me. It was utterly ridiculous—a
mother who loved her own son, only to be raped by him! If I had known this would happen, why would I have
gone through all that trouble to act out this whole charade with that idiot?
My mother buried her face in the covers shyly, while I, still reeling from the shock, couldn't quite process it.
So, the person my mother loved most was me; the man she had waited for for fifteen years as a widow was me. It wasn't so much that I
raped my mother, but rather that I had simply done what she wanted. My
mother leaned against the bed, her figure accentuated by her thin, sexy nightgown. Since my mother
had confessed her love to me so openly, what was there for me to hold back? I also burrowed into the covers,
facing my mother.
My mother's rapid, warm breaths sprayed onto my face. I couldn't see her
expression from under the covers, which only fueled my imagination. I slowly pulled her into my arms, and when her
breasts pressed against my chest, I realized she wasn't wearing a bra. Her engorged nipples were hard
as two small marbles.
"Mom... I love you so much... Let's love each other well!"
"Mom, I... I've been yours for a long time... I'm so happy, my little darling has finally grown up and is a
grown man. I've waited so hard for fifteen years, and it hasn't been in vain."
"Actually, I... I've always wanted to... be with you, Mom... Mom has always been my idol."
"Idols are unattainable. I'd rather be your lover."
"Yes! I'll be your lover for life, Mom. So... do lovers also do what love is supposed to do
?"
"Hehe!" My mother finally managed to laugh out of the awkward situation, easing the serious atmosphere: "
What's the rush? Didn't I just say... I've been yours for a long time?"
Chapter Three: The Truth
For several days, my mother and I didn't leave the house at all. We only had one thing on our minds:
"making love."
We made love non-stop, tightly entwined from dawn till dusk. We used every imaginable
position to inject my seemingly inexhaustible semen into my mother's already depleted little cunt.
My mother and I, one a virgin who had never tasted the pleasures of the world, the other a resentful
woman who had suppressed her desires for fifteen years, were a perfect match, our passion ignited like dry wood meeting a raging fire, impossible to stop. When we were tired from making love, we would eat bread
and instant noodles in bed; when we were sweaty, we would go into the bathroom together to shower, and then have sex with her again in the bathtub; finally
, when we were exhausted, we would embrace naked in the blankets for warmth, my large penis, except when I urinated
, never leaving my mother's tender vagina.
After ejaculating for the third time tonight, my penis was so painful that it couldn't get hard again in a short time, and my mother gently
sucked on my limp penis with her small mouth, licking away the white semen from the glans.
"Baby, you're so amazing. Mommy's pussy is all swollen and red from your penetration, even peeing hurts. But I've come
several times, I feel like I'm in heaven."
"Let me lick Mommy's pussy too!"
My mother's vulva was swollen and red, and her labia minora were everted after several days of continuous penetration, clearly showing her clitoris
. It was the most sensitive spot on my mother's body. I teased her clitoris with the tip of my tongue, and my mother
convulsed as if she had been electrocuted.
Seeing my mother's intoxicated expression, I couldn't help but pounce on her again, but my penis really couldn't get erect anymore, so I could only
use my fingers to pump back and forth inside her vagina.
"Oh... baby... Mom... really can't take it anymore... let Mommy rest for a bit..."
My mother's pussy gushed out a lot of vaginal fluid, and my entire palm was quickly soaked.
"You said no... look... you're really wet now..."
As I was fiddling with my mother's pussy, I was thinking: since we've already come to this point,
is it still necessary to hide the fact that I planned to rape her that day? But if I don't say it, I feel extremely uncomfortable.
My mother, who had been enjoying my "finger stimulation," noticed my movements were sometimes slow and sometimes fast, and that I
seemed lost in thought. She gently pushed my hand away and pulled my fingers out of my vagina.
"My little darling, is something on your mind? Is it related to Mommy? Tell me."
"Mom... if... I've done some... excessive things in the past, would you forgive me?"
My mother smiled, gently stroking my cheek with a kind expression. She seemed to already know
what I wanted to say.
"If Mom had done something wrong to you, would you forgive her?"
"Mom...why do you say that?"
"Don't you find it strange? Er Dai has come to our house so many times, how could Mom not recognize him?"
"What! Mom...you know about this..."
"Sigh...it's time to tell the truth. Actually, I not only know Er Dai, but I also know his mother."
"You even know his mother? And why that day...didn't you..."
"You didn't expose your trick? How can you explain this..."
"Could it be that Mom pretended not to know you because she wanted to go along with it, knowing we were deliberately planning to assault you
?"
"You're only half right. This whole thing was actually arranged by me long ago. Er Dai was just an actor."
"How...how could this be...it was clearly me..."
"Three months ago, I went to Er Dai's house to discuss something with his mother. I didn't
find her, but I unexpectedly discovered something."
"Let me guess...it must be Er Dai and his sister..."
"That's right, just as you guessed. I accidentally stumbled upon Er Dai and his sister making love passionately in their room, so
engrossed that they didn't even notice someone else was outside. Having not made love for over a decade, to be honest, watching
the siblings had my desire aroused, and your image immediately flashed into my mind
… Before me, this brother and sister seemed like you and me…"
"Just as I was lost in my sexual fantasy, the siblings finally discovered me. They knew I'd
seen everything, and there was no hiding. Er Dai and his sister had been having incestuous relations behind their mother's back for over three years
. Now that I'd discovered it, they were terrified I'd tell their mother, so they begged me to keep it
a secret. A sudden idea struck me…"
"Mom actually used Er Dai and his sister to stage a sex scene for me. No wonder when Er Dai was raping his sister
, she didn't resist at all. Then Er Dai instigated me to…"
"You know what happened next."
"So, after all that, I thought I was the one plotting against Mom, but it turns out Mom plotted against me!"
"You...you're angry...?"
"Angry?! I'm furious! I'm going to teach you a lesson!" And so, after the truth came out, I endured the pain in my 　　penis
and fiercely fucked my mother's swollen, tender cunt 　　as
punishment for being deceived...
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