[My Mature Mother] Chapter Four

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Chapter
Four My brother-in-law was stunned for a while before he came to his senses. He stammered, "Um, Xiao Jie, I
ran into Mom. She seemed a little drunk, so I brought her home. I have to go to work now, so I'll leave Mom with you
..." Before he finished speaking, he started walking out.
I smiled as I watched my brother-in-law's face turn pale with nervousness. As he tried to squeeze past me
, I put my hand on the wall to block his way. "Brother-in-law, I never knew you were so brave, you always seem
so gentle."
My brother-in-law, already feeling guilty, broke out in a cold sweat after hearing my words. He forced a smile and said, "Xiao...
Xiao Jie, what are you saying? Let's talk about it later, I'm in a hurry."
My brother-in-law, a typical urban white-collar worker, was almost ten years older than me, but
he was nowhere near as tall and strong as I was, the starting point guard on the school basketball team. He tried to squeeze past me while talking, and I
nearly made him lose his balance when I exerted a little force.
"You... what do you want? I'm your brother-in-law!" my second brother-in-law growled, his voice trembling with fear.
"Heh, brother-in-law, look at this!" I held up my Sony CX580e—
a gift from my second sister just two months ago.
My second brother-in-law stared in horror at the screen; it was the very image of him groping his mother-in-law's legs in stockings
. My brother-in-law's legs went weak, but being a lawyer, he was quick-witted. He immediately wiped
his sweat and said in a humble voice, "You see, I was just confused for a moment. You don't want your sister and me to fall out
over this, do you? Here, take this money, and I'll give you another five thousand later. Just
delete this video and don't tell anyone, okay?"
My brother-in-law understood me well. Although my father spoiled me, he was also afraid I'd go astray,
so he was quite strict about my allowance. He gave me a supplementary card on his credit card, and he knew about all my spending.
I was a spoiled brat, enjoying going to nightclubs and clubs with my friends, but if my father
caught me swiping my card, I'd inevitably get a scolding. My mother always sided with my father on these matters, so cash
was very attractive to me.
I chuckled coldly, "Don't rush, brother-in-law, take another look at this!"
With my input, the scene changed, showing my brother-in-law and his lover being intimate in a bar
. They were chatting happily, their expressions intimate, and although there was no physical contact, they clearly looked like a couple.
My brother-in-law's sweat, which he had just managed to wipe away, surged back up several times faster. He stammered
, "That…that was one of my…one of my clients."
"Oh? How do you explain this!" The scene then switched to the hotel's underground parking lot. Although
the distance was greater this time, it was still clear that my brother-in-law and the woman from the previous scene were embracing in the car
. After getting out, my brother-in-law playfully patted the woman's ample buttocks, eliciting a coquettish reproach from her.
"Tsk tsk, my filming skills are actually pretty good, brother-in-law, look at this picture, so steady and clear. Of
course, the DV camera my sister gave me is also pretty good. I'll have to thank her properly later and let her see my work
." I said casually, looking at my brother-in-law's pale face with satisfaction.
My brother-in-law pointed a trembling finger at me, "You...you, I, I...this..." He couldn't utter
a complete word for a long time, then his eyes suddenly reddened, and he lunged at me, trying to snatch the DV camera from my hand.
I deftly put the DV camera behind my back and put one hand against his chest, "Don't get excited, you're not a coward if you fight
. Besides, I've already made several backups of all the other videos except for the one where you were being a pervert to my mother
. Taking the DV won't help you."
My brother-in-law swayed like a deflated balloon, unable to stand steadily, and slumped against the wall,
staring at me blankly.
I held out my hand to him: "Thirty thousand, plus you're never allowed to have another mistress again, and I won't
tell my second sister about this."
My brother-in-law was overjoyed, nodding repeatedly like a chicken pounding garlic, and hesitantly held out his hand again. I chuckled,
"Brother-in-law, you're really naive, just give me the money first. By the way, what happened to my mother?"
My brother-in-law was in a state of panic at this point, and without thinking too much, he told me everything that had happened to his mother
. Seeing my eyebrows furrow, my brother-in-law quickly added, "Mom didn't let that bastard really get away with anything
; she even kicked him in the groin."
"Hmph, if I had known that was what happened, I would have castrated that scoundrel!" I clenched my fist
and waved it twice in the air, glaring at my brother-in-law with lingering anger. "Almost forgot, you were just trying to lay a hand on my mom
. Add another 20,000!"
My brother-in-law left dejectedly. I went inside, locked the door, and sat down beside my mother. My gaze
roamed over her curvaceous body, my hands on my knees clenching and unclenching, standing up and sitting down
repeatedly.
"Damn it!" I cursed fiercely, mustered my courage, stood up, picked my mother up
, and carried her towards my parents' bedroom.
I must admit, I'm a bad apple. Two years ago, influenced by a bunch of bad friends, I lost my way and
tasted the flavor of women. Later, I dated a few girlfriends and even successfully hooked up with some upperclassmen
. I also paid to become a VIP member of several pornographic websites, and
I'm familiar with all sorts of sex positions, amateur women, mature women, lolis, and mature women... I can say that I'm a
male lecher with both rich practical experience and profound theoretical knowledge.
And what I like most are undoubtedly mature women, big breasts, stockings, anal sex, and incest between mother and son.
I get particularly excited when I see articles about incest between mother and son, after all, my own mother is a mature and
beautiful woman who spoils me rotten. At home, my mother dresses casually and often accidentally exposes herself.
Even if it's just a little bit of cleavage or buttocks showing, this unintentional display of mature and beautiful charm
makes me thirsty. So I've long realized that I have a rather strong Oedipus complex.
Of course, no matter how much my parents spoiled me, I never considered the possibility of incest between mother and son, after all, reality...
I can distinguish between lust and fantasies. My wicked thoughts about my mother were limited to secretly masturbating with her underwear and stockings
—in fact, my mother had probably already discovered it, but she had never confronted me.
But today, seeing my mother sleeping soundly and completely unguarded, the dark thoughts lurking in my heart
seemed to break free of their chains and roar loudly.
After a fierce internal struggle, lust finally overwhelmed reason—I really am no good,
that's what my mother said about me afterwards.
I kept telling myself, "Mom's drunk, I didn't really do anything, just touched and looked
, nothing will happen..." Hypnotizing myself like this, I
carried my still-sleeping mother into her and my father's bedroom with my legs, which were a little weak from excitement and nervousness, and put her on the bed. As if possessed, I
also brought the DV camera into the bedroom, placed it on my mother's dressing table, adjusted the angle, and started filming.
After I put her down, my mother unconsciously shifted a few times, perhaps feeling uncomfortable in her clothes.
Her two long legs, encased in glossy skin-colored stockings, fidgeted restlessly, causing her skirt to ride up,
exposing almost her entire plump, slender thighs to my eyes, a mixture of nervous lust.
I swallowed hard, my slightly trembling right hand slowly caressing my mother's long, stockinged legs.
The warm, supple feel of her thighs and the smooth, silky texture of the stockings instantly banished my nervousness
, and I began to pant like a bull with bloodshot eyes. This sensation was a hundred
times, no, ten thousand times, stronger than the feeling of secretly masturbating with my mother's stockings! I could clearly feel the blood rushing to my penis, which almost instantly
became erect and throbbing.
At that moment, I didn't care whether I would wake my mother. One hand caressed her smooth, silk-stockinged legs
, while the other pulled out my engorged penis from under my sweatpants and began to masturbate. I even pressed my face against her legs, rubbing them together, and
gently licked them with my tongue. The scent of my mother's flesh mixed with the smell of her stockings filled my mouth, making
my masturbation even faster.
My mind filled with desire, I turned my gaze to the depths of my mother's skirt. I pushed the skirt up to her waist
, exposing her lower body to me: beneath her light pink lace panties, her full mons pubis was high and prominent
, with a faint black triangle shape visible through the center of the panties.
I gently stroked her through the panties, and my mother groaned softly, still fast asleep. I
mustered my courage and tried to pull her panties down, but the panties, which had just revealed a bit of soft, dark pubic hair, were held down by my mother and
wouldn't budge.
I tried several times without success, then gritted my teeth and slowly, very slowly, turned
my mother onto her side, pulling her underwear down as far as possible from behind. Then, I slowly, very slowly, turned her back onto her back . I was drenched in
sweat from the effort, and finally managed to remove her underwear without waking her.
Now, my mother's most private area was completely exposed before me. I calmed
my excited heart, wiped the sweat from my forehead, and spread my mother's silk-stockinged legs wider. I knelt
between her legs and gently stroked her vulva.
My mother seemed very sensitive; after only a few touches on her labia, she suddenly let out a moan, and
her long, beautiful legs trembled involuntarily. When I tried to spread her labia further inward, her reaction
was even stronger; she seemed ready to wake up at any moment. Reluctantly, I abandoned my plan to explore my mother's honey pot, continuing
to masturbate while caressing her smooth, full, silk-stockinged legs. In a retaliatory act, I rubbed the head of my penis against her legs,
the sticky pre-ejaculate leaving streaks on her shiny stockings. Thus, her stockings were
now not only imbued with her natural fragrance but also with the lewd scent of my penis.
Finally, seeing that my mother wouldn't wake up, I boldly straddled her, lifting her
shirt and caressing and licking her plump breasts exposed outside her half-covered bra. My hard penis
thrust between her tightly closed, silk-stockinged legs, wantonly playing with my sleeping mother. Even in her drunken stupor,
a flush appeared on my mother's fair face, and moans, sometimes high, sometimes low, escaped intermittently from her red lips.
"Ah, ah, ah..." Soon, accompanied by my low growl, my glans pressed against my mother's leg, and my penis
throbbed violently as I ejaculated white, cloudy semen. My mother's right flesh-colored stocking was covered in my white, sticky fluid, even staining her
soft pubic hair and her fair abdomen.
After ejaculating, my lust subsided, and reason regained control. At this moment, I felt a wave of fear wash over me. I quickly
cleaned my mother up, removed her stockings soaked with my semen, dressed her again, and covered her with a blanket
. I then ran back to my room to calm my heart, which was still pounding wildly from the tension.
Once I was a little calmer, I looked at the DV camera on the table, couldn't help but lick my slightly dry lips,
grabbed it, connected it to the computer, and copied the video of me defiling my mother.
The file transfer was fast, but I was so impatient that I wanted to drag the progress bar to go even faster. As soon as the transfer was complete, I
eagerly opened the file, and the lewd scene in my mother's bedroom reappeared on the screen before my eyes.
I secretly praised the DV camera's angle; the entire process was filmed clearly, including
the subtle changes in my mother's facial expressions. Watching my half-naked mother being violated by me, the mature and alluring charm she exuded in her ecstasy
made my already erect penis show signs of arousal again.
Reluctantly, I watched the video of my violation of my mother one last time, and even backed it up on my cloud drive. I shut down
the computer and, for the first time, seriously resurrected the desire to conquer my mother from the deepest corner of my heart, considering how to
make my move.
If before, due to reverence for my parents and the constraints of moral values, my
wicked thoughts about my mother had only surfaced in my dreams, then after that frenzy, my desire for her was no longer
satisfied by occasional glimpses of her exposed skin or masturbating with her underwear and stockings. Now that the window
had been broken, I, spoiled and arrogant by my parents, simply saw my mother as a
more challenging target to conquer.
It sounds long-winded, but from the moment I carried my mother to bed, I had already chosen to obey my own will.
Driven by my own desires, I made this choice. Besides my deep-seated Oedipus complex and my mother's
constant doting, my mother's unguarded state in her drunken stupor and my brother-in-law's near-successful assault on her
finally ignited my deepest, most simmering evil thoughts. After all, my favorite online
content revolved around incestuous relationships between mothers and sons. Once a crack appeared in my heart, the scenarios from those novels, comics, and movies acted like the devil's whispers,
leading me to take this immoral step.
The most important question now was how to break down my mother's defenses and make her willingly submit to
me. I didn't intend to use drugs or anything like that; that would be easier than hooking up on WeChat. Rape was also absolutely
out of the question. So, what method should I use?
After much thought, and considering the detailed descriptions in online masterpieces like "The Complete Guide to Seducing Your Mother," I
decided to focus on my mother's overindulgence, the disharmony in my parents' sex life, and the videos I filmed of her.
A multi-pronged approach should be enough to make her my submissive. —Seriously, why didn't the author
portray her as a slutty, beastly type? With my protagonist's halo, I could have just pushed her down with my erection. Why did
they have to go through all that plot, atmosphere, and unnecessary drama? —Rant over. For the sake of my future little brother's sexual
happiness, I still need to work hard to complete the task of seducing a mature mother. Damn it, it's at least a four-star difficulty level!

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