Seducing a mother is a skill that requires patience.

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Chapter One:
In the first ten years of my life, the word "mother" represented reliance and warmth. In the next ten years, she became my slowly emerging sexual awakening. And in the last two years, my desire for my mother has reached an uncontrollable level.
My name is Xiao Fang, I'm 22 years old, a senior in college, about to graduate and enter the workforce. But now, the thing I think about most every day isn't my studies or work, but how to get my mother to my bedside! I can't help it, this desire has become increasingly intense. At first, I considered many irrational plans: drugging, secretly filming and threatening, rape… but these are really just things I read about in novels. If it actually happened, the consequences would be completely uncontrollable. Through reading various incest forums and chatting with people who have had firsthand experience, I've concluded that: to have incest with an elder, you first need to expose them to relevant resources, whether it's novels or movies on the subject. Only when they're exposed to such things will they start thinking about it.
Based on this, I devised a detailed plan for incest with my mother while I was in school!
The plan started simply. First, I bought a high-level QQ account on Taobao—it had to be an old account with a long history of activity on its QQ space. Then, I collected photos of many men around my age through various channels, mostly downloaded from forums. They didn't have to be the same person, but if a photo showed a face or other distinctive features, it had to be taken by the same person. All of this was to enrich my alternate account and make it indistinguishable from the real thing! Not only photos, but also voice messages, daily updates, and a whole host of other things were collected and stored in a hidden folder on my computer. Everything was ready except for the final touch!
During the National Day holiday, since my school wasn't far from home, I called my mom to say I was coming home for the holiday. My dad was away on a business trip, and my mom, being home alone, was naturally very happy, saying she would cook me a feast.
Besides the joy of going home, I also felt a little nervous, but mostly, I was hoping the plan would succeed! When I got home in the afternoon, I saw my mother busy in the kitchen as soon as I walked in. Seeing me, she rushed over for a hug, and seeing her chest swaying as she ran, I immediately wanted to pin her down on the table and let loose. But reason told me that this was a long and arduous plan! Dinner was indeed very plentiful, so plentiful that even after stuffing myself, I only finished half. After dinner, my mother and I lay on the sofa chatting. She always talked about her studies, while I couldn't take my eyes off her chest… My mother lay on the chaise lounge, watching TV and chatting with me, while I nestled on the sofa opposite her, watching her. My mother hasn't changed much in the past few years, but her temperament has become increasingly mature and elegant. Unlike other women who become boisterous with age, she remains gentle, and every smile and gesture exudes wisdom. These past few years, my mom has stepped back from her frontline work and spends most of her time resting. We're not short of money, so her leisure time has become increasingly rich. She goes to the beauty salon on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, and to the gym and yoga studio on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays—it feels like she has a daily routine! I wholeheartedly support her because it makes her face more and more beautiful and her figure more and more captivating! I remember when I was a freshman in college, one time during a break, I secretly ran home without telling her, wanting to surprise her. When I secretly opened her bedroom door, I found my mom had just come home from dancing and was getting ready to change and take a shower. Before I could surprise her, she surprised me first, so I secretly peeked at her. That day, my mom was wearing tight black leggings, and perhaps because she thought they showed off her figure, she wore a short fabric skirt over them (somewhat like a ballet outfit), and a casual t-shirt on top. Mom first took off her skirt, then bent down to take off her socks. Her leggings were already very form-fitting, and bending over made her full buttocks even more prominent, even more alluring than if she were completely naked. Just watching the beginning made my penis hard, so I pulled them out and started masturbating while watching. Suddenly, I realized I couldn't see any panty lines. "Holy crap! Mom isn't wearing panties, is she?" I thought, getting more and more excited. I almost wanted to go inside and find out myself! Luckily, Mom didn't keep me waiting long and took off her pants herself. It turned out she was wearing a thong (later she told me that there were men with her at the aerobics class, and she bought thongs specifically to avoid others seeing panty lines from behind. But Mom! Not seeing panty lines is even more intriguing!). A thin string peeked between her two large, white buttocks, and the little bit of fabric in front couldn't hide her thick pubic hair at all; it looked like a plastic sheet covering a field, with a few strands always peeking out from the sides! I don't know if it was because of the excessive hair or because my mother's labia were very full, but when I looked through the door, her genitals seemed very swollen and hard. At this point, I was almost on the verge of ejaculation, but I really couldn't bear to enter saint mode so quickly, so I quickly tightened my anus a couple of times and continued to peek. By then, my mother had taken off her t-shirt and was unhooking her bra with her hands behind her back. As the hooks were unhooked, her full breasts sagged down like two blocks of tofu, swaying back and forth! My mother is already 48 years old, and because her breasts are really big (at least a D cup), they inevitably sag a little, but I feel that the degree of sag is just right. They don't droop like a belly, but hang just right on her chest, just like the female lead in the first movie Taboo, except that they are not as exaggeratedly big. When she wears a bra, they look big and firm, but when she takes it off, they have a different kind of charm. Although her breasts were large, her nipples were small, like tiny red beans hanging from the tops of the large white steamed buns she ate as a child—round and firm, neither pink nor dark in color, appearing as an alluring deep red in the dimly lit bedroom. After undressing, her mother looked in the mirror for a while, observing the results of her workout. Then, she actually used both hands to lift her two heavy breasts and sway them! It felt like she was testing how heavy they were. Watching her serious mother strike a pose like a Western porn star, I couldn't control myself any longer and ejaculated all over my underwear! I then peeked at her showering for a while until she finished and was about to come out before quietly leaving again and ringing the doorbell! Her mother was very surprised to see me when she opened the door, little did she know that the real surprise was actually in her son's underwear!
Chapter Two:
I lay on the sofa, getting more and more excited, and before I knew it, my penis was hard. Luckily, I was wearing loose clothing, so it wasn't too obvious. After chatting for a while, Mom went to wash the dishes, and I took the opportunity to grab her phone, log into QQ, add my alternate account as a friend, and then delete the friend request! I also browsed her photo album, looking for something exciting, but it was all pictures of her dancing with some older women. To be honest, even in a random group photo, Mom felt like she stood out from the crowd… After adding her as a friend, I didn't immediately chat with her using my alternate account. I wanted to wait until she was interested in me and initiated a conversation, which would be crucial for my later plans! I already had a plan for how to get her attention. Earlier, while cooking, Mom accidentally got a lot of oil and vegetable juice stains on her clothes. These stains couldn't be removed with dish soap, and Mom tried washing them but gave up. That evening, after I got back to my room, I started searching online for ways to remove these stains, then copied and pasted the methods into my QQ space. Since Mom retired, she loves browsing WeChat Moments and QQ spaces, and she often shares inspirational quotes, so I was sure she would see my post. Sure enough, a little while later, my QQ notified me that "Seeing Flowers Through the Fog" (my mom's online name) had liked my new post! This was probably the happiest like I'd ever received in my life, and the first step of my long journey had officially begun!
The next day, I saw my mom's pajamas hanging in the bathroom, the stains already cleaned. So I asked her, "Mom, how did you clean those clothes? Aren't they hard to wash?" My mom proudly replied, "A friend of mine posted an article about cleaning various stains on their social media yesterday, so I just learned it and put it to use!" From then on, whenever I knew what my mom needed or wanted, I would post related articles on my social media, and my mom would often like them or leave comments expressing her gratitude. After more than a month, I felt the time was right, so I posted a photo I had saved beforehand on my social media. The photo was slightly melancholic, accompanied by some pessimistic captions, waiting for my mom to take the bait. Sure enough, my mom commented below, "What's there to be pessimistic about at such a young age?" I immediately replied, "It's hard to explain in a few words." A little while later, my mom messaged me privately.
Mom: Who are you?
Me: I don't know how we added each other...
Mom: Okay, I don't think I've seen you before in your photos.
I made up a name and gave a random city I lived in, trying to fool my mom by saying I was probably a stranger she'd added a long time ago. Mom easily stopped worrying about who I was and continued asking what was bothering me. I told her I was graduating soon and feeling lost about entering the workforce. Sure enough, this topic resonated with her. She told me her son was also graduating soon and often worried about the same things, advising me to face reality and not be overly ambitious. I was speechless; that was exactly what she always said to me… But for the sake of my plan, I patiently answered each question. That night, my mom and I talked for over two hours, far exceeding my expectations. Although the conversation mostly revolved around studies and work, it proceeded step by step according to my plan! In the days that followed, I called her "sister" and chatted with her frequently. Mom felt happy to have helped a young person and was very welcoming.
She even told me that my posts on social media often helped her when she needed them most, and that we had a special connection! Hearing this made me incredibly happy. As we gradually became more familiar with each other, I started asking her for photos. At first, my mother sent me distant photos of herself dancing or group photos of many people from her phone. These weren't enough for me, but every time she sent me a photo, I showered her with compliments, using every beautiful word imaginable! My mother is a retired woman, and her husband is often away on business trips. Few men compliment her, let alone praise her in such varied ways as I do, so she really appreciated it. When I went home for winter break, I often chatted with my mother on a secondary account while secretly observing her expressions. Whenever I complimented her on her beauty, she would involuntarily smile. Perhaps if she looked in the mirror, she would be surprised at how charmingly she could smile!
Before I knew it, my mother and I had been chatting for two months, and our relationship had become very harmonious. However, I never said anything disrespectful to my mother on QQ, not even a slightly risqué joke. This was all to lay the groundwork for what was to come. One evening, my mother finished showering and returned to her room, preparing to close the door, change clothes, and apply lotion! Suddenly, a brilliant idea struck me. I asked her on QQ if she was there, Mom. She quickly replied, "Yes! What's up?" I asked, "What are you doing?" Mom said, "Guess!!"
I said, "How about this, let's send each other a selfie right now and see what we're doing." So I immediately sent a picture of myself at the gym, showing only my physique and not my face! Then I eagerly awaited Mom's reply! I knew that Mom always applies body lotion after showering, so she'd probably be completely naked at that time. It was impossible for her to take a picture of me completely naked now, but even if she were dressed, she definitely wouldn't be wearing too much! Five minutes later, Mom sent the photo. It was a picture she took in front of her vanity mirror, her hair still wet from a shower, wearing pajamas. The photo only showed her collarbone, almost a close-up. It was definitely the first time Mom had ever had a photo taken of her right after a shower by a man, so her expression was slightly shy, with a blush on her fair skin—very alluring. This time, after seeing the photo, I didn't just praise her beauty, I also called her sexy! This flattered Mom. From her voice message, I could sense she was deliberately suppressing her slightly excited emotions. Of course, this time, I only touched on it briefly, but I had already planted a seed in her heart. I will carefully nurture it, and it will surely blossom into an incestuous flower in the near future!
Chapters Three and Four
: As I chatted with Mom more and more on my alternate account, she became less reserved than before. We talked about work, relationships, and life in general! Mom often complained to me online that her husband was away for long periods, and she sometimes felt bored alone. I would jokingly ask her if she was bored or just lonely. My mom no longer scolds me seriously for these kinds of jokes as she used to.
Over the past few months of chatting, I've sensed a change in her mindset. Before, when she was alone at home, although she had a rich social life, she felt empty inside. Now, I've entered her heart, though she doesn't know that the person on the internet is actually her biological son!
We still frequently exchange photos on QQ. To lower her guard, I ask for photos at various times. Sometimes it's of her dancing, sometimes shopping, or before bed—just casual snapshots of her daily life. My mom is increasingly willing to send photos now, taking selfies in all sorts of poses, which makes me very happy. When I compliment her on the photos, I also offer clothing suggestions, ostensibly to make her look younger and prettier. Actually, these are the kinds of clothes I want her to wear—like bodycon skirts for shopping, tight-fitting workout clothes for yoga, and even her pajamas. I suggest she wear something more stylish so she can maintain a youthful mindset!
At first, Mom just laughed it off, but she couldn't resist my relentless pursuit and bought a few new outfits. Not long after, she messaged me on QQ, saying, "When I go out in my new clothes, people keep staring at me. I didn't expect I'd be so attractive!" I secretly thought to myself, with Mom's large breasts and full hips, she's already quite eye-catching unless she's wearing her usual baggy sportswear. Now, with the clothes I styled for her, it's no wonder she gets so many stares!
Having tasted success, Mom started buying new clothes frequently, sometimes sending me photos of them on WeChat. I'd ask her on WeChat why she was buying so many new clothes, while simultaneously continuing to encourage her on QQ as her confidante. This dual role-switching was incredibly exciting. With my encouragement, Mom became increasingly attractive, both in her style and in her daily life. She often thanked me on QQ, saying she was very lucky to know me and that I made her more womanly!
At this point, I was convinced that a large part of my mother's emotions had been channeled into me, a stranger on QQ. This emotion wasn't the marital love she felt for my father, nor the affection of an elder for a younger generation; it was a woman's long-suppressed passion!
As time passed, the New Year was approaching, and schools had already begun their winter break. Although my mother's style of dress was influenced by my guidance, and I had seen her photos several times, my heart still pounded when I saw her in person!
A pair of fitted pajama pants outlined her full hips and shapely thighs in an incredibly alluring way. The panty lines peeking out from her bottom revealed that her hips were quite large, so much so that the panties couldn't completely cover them. She wore a light-colored, fitted short-sleeved top decorated with small, openwork flowers, through which I could vaguely see her black bra (my mother used to only wear the most ordinary white or beige bras).
My mother had been watching me since I entered the room, as if waiting for my evaluation of her new look. I swallowed hard and gave her the highest praise. Watching her happily go to cook, and then looking at my hard-on... seduce Mom really takes patience!
After dinner, I went back to my room to play games and chatted with Mom on QQ. Mom messaged me saying:
"My son came home today and his eyes lit up when he saw my new outfit," I teased. "That's because you're so charming, you've even bewitched your own son." My mother sent a knocking emoji and said, "I'm almost 50, how can I attract a younger man!" At this point, I felt the time was right, so I replied, "Don't lose confidence because of your age. You are truly charming; at the very least, you've captivated my heart!" After sending the message, I was also very nervous, because this was a test of my plans over the past few months. I secretly opened the bedroom door and peeked at my mother's expression as she sat in the living room.
The white light from the screen allowed me to see her blushing face. She kept typing, pausing after each line, then deleting and retyping it all. I could sense her inner conflict. After a few minutes, she seemed to have mustered the courage to press send. I immediately checked my phone. "I'm so happy you said that. Actually, it's your thoughtfulness that makes me so charming!" This short message didn't directly answer my confession, but as her son, I knew that for my mother to say something like that online to someone she'd never met was already a form of acceptance!
However, I couldn't be too obvious on QQ, so we exchanged a few compliments and then started talking about other things. Before going to bed that night, I sent my mom a photo of myself working out—a close-up of my abs and V-line. Everyone knows the V-line extends all the way to the genitals. Although I didn't show my penis, some pubic hair was visible!
This was also a test. Five minutes later, my mom replied with a photo. The lighting in the photo was dim; you could tell only the lamp on the dressing table was on. My mom was by the bed, holding her phone and taking a full-body photo in front of the mirror. Because of the lighting and the distance, the details weren't very clear, but my mom was only wearing a bikini in the photo. My mom, who used to only wear workout clothes, was now sending lingerie photos online! I felt like the day when my mom was at my feet was just around the corner!
These past few days, I've been thinking about how to make my mom, who's become so open now, become even more lewd! After much thought, I decided to seduce her into texting! That day, I told my mom I was going to a friend's house and wouldn't be home that night. Actually, I booked a hotel room, logged onto QQ, and started planning for the day. I chatted casually with my mom first, then gradually started talking about some private topics. I asked her, "Don't be angry, I have a question for you. I heard that women are like wolves at 30 and tigers at 40. Is that true?" My mom replied, "Haha, what about someone like me who's almost 50?" I sent a mischievous emoji and said, "At 50, you can suck up dirt!" My mom said, "-_-, then you'd be a vacuum cleaner." I said, "Haha, not really. Do you ever have a strong urge?" My mom said, "Sometimes, a little." I said, "So how do you deal with it? Masturbation?" My mom said, "This is getting too explicit. Let's not talk about this!" I said, "No, it's nighttime, so we have to talk about something intimate." My mom said, "What do you want to talk about?" I said, "I just want to know, sister, how do you usually satisfy your physical needs?" "Mom, what else can I do? I usually just bear it. Sometimes I rinse my genitals with water while showering, it feels quite nice!" So Mom masturbates while showering. After learning this secret, I asked, "What do you think about when you masturbate?" At first, Mom told me she didn't think about anything, but of course I didn't believe that. After some pleading and enticement, Mom finally told me that she actually liked strong men. I quickly asked, "Do you ever think about me when you masturbate?" Mom sent a shy emoji and said, "The photos you sent me later were quite tempting, and a few times I was thinking about those photos..." I never expected my reserved mom to like muscular men. This was like a windfall. So I immediately went to the hotel bathroom, took off my clothes, took a picture of myself in the mirror showing my penis and abs, carefully checked that the photo didn't reveal any personal information, and sent it to Mom.
After a while, Mom sent me two seductive emojis, saying I should take more pictures. So I took a few more from different angles, but I didn't take a close-up of my penis, afraid of being recognized when I fucked her later. Mom was already aroused, so I asked her, "Are you touching yourself now, sister?" Mom said, "Yes! You've aroused me!" I said, "What aroused you?" Mom said, "Down there! Down there's so much water!" I said, "Take a picture for me." Mom sent a close-up of her vagina. I could recognize it from the sheets; it was Mom's bed. It was the first time I'd seen Mom's vagina, and I was speechless with excitement. My penis was so hard it felt like it was about to explode. Her labia were thick and quite dark in color; after all, she was almost fifty. Just as Mom said, her vagina was secreting a lot of fluid, wetting the nearby pubic hair.
I then asked Mom to take a few more pictures, citing poor lighting.
A while later, Mom sent a few more pictures. One showed her using her fingers to separate her labia, revealing the pink flesh inside. Another showed her inserting her middle finger into her vagina; she was clearly very excited, her clitoris was very erect. Finally, Mom sent a close-up of her breasts; her nipples were firm and rosy. She probably didn't want her breasts to look too saggy, so she used one arm to support her two heavy, hanging breasts. It was the first time she'd had a man take these kinds of pictures, and Mom was so shy that her neck turned completely red.
I texted Mom, "You're so alluring, I really want to put my cock in your hole, sucking your nipples while fucking you!" Mom replied, "I think it's so exciting too, I feel like doing it with you right now!" I told Mom, "Then let's have some text-based sex, masturbating while venting through text!" "Okay, I'll try it. I'm really pent up right now too." I recorded a short video of myself masturbating in front of the bathroom mirror. In the ten-second video, I was masturbating as fast as I could in front of the mirror, and then I sent it to my mom with the text saying that I wanted to fuck her as fast and hard as this!
My mom replied, "Your pussy is so hard! I can't take it if you do it so fast!" After I taught my mom how to send short videos, she recorded one for me too. In the video, she massaged her genitals with her hands, first rubbing her clitoris a few times, then using two fingers to tease her labia. As her labia opened and closed, the vaginal fluid secreted by my mom actually blew back into a bubble, looking incredibly lewd!
I was so stimulated that I couldn't control myself anymore and ejaculated all over the hotel wall. I took a picture of it and sent it to her, asking, "Are you there yet, sister?" After a while, my mom replied, "I'm there too. You ejaculated so much!" I teased, "Nothing compares to your vaginal fluid!" After a few more tender words, we said goodnight to each other. I slept soundly that night, having many erotic dreams. The first thing I did when I woke up in the morning was to greet my mother, "Sister, are you up yet? How did you sleep last night?" My mother replied quickly, "I'm up, I slept very well!" I then asked, "How was your nightly chat?" My mother said, "Thinking about it now, it feels like a dream. I've never been like this before. I'm so lewd." After reading this, I immediately comforted her, "How can this be considered lewd? We didn't do anything. We just released our passion for each other! Put aside everything else and answer me one question: Did you find last night exciting?" My mother said, "It was definitely exciting. I haven't experienced an orgasm in a long time! But I have a husband and a son, and I always feel like this isn't right!" I said, "Don't worry, I will never take the initiative to contact you, and I will never affect your family. You are a very charming woman, but no one knows how to appreciate it. I really hope that we can continue to have this passion forever!" I kept trying to comfort my mother, using her orgasms as an example, emphasizing that it was a manifestation of her desire for passion. This finally helped her let go of her inner constraints. In the days that followed, I often had text-based sex with her, sometimes three or four times a week. At first, my mother didn't use a single swear word, replacing all verbs with the single word "do." I told her that text-based sex should be uninhibited, the more uninhibited, the more enjoyable.
Gradually, my mother herself began to enjoy the feeling of using swear words during text-based sex, often saying things like, "Come fuck me quickly," or "My pussy is so itchy." Seeing her becoming more and more open, I sped up the pace, no longer limiting ourselves to ordinary text-based sex, but starting to have video sex (of course, without showing our faces). Once a woman decides to completely let go, her level of lust far exceeds what others can imagine.
Once, during a video call, my mom suddenly said she needed to get something. A little while later, she returned to the computer with a peeled cucumber and told me that just using her fingers felt incomplete; it was more pleasurable to actually insert it. This really startled me. Watching her insert the cucumber into her vagina, moaning intoxicatingly, I felt an urge to rush home and rape her! I had already trained my mom into a proper slut. Although in real life she was still a virtuous wife and mother, I knew now was my chance to shine in real life!
In another chat, I asked my mom if, besides muscular men, she preferred young, muscular men. My mom answered without hesitation, "Of course!" So I suggested, "We've already done our usual online sex several times. How about something more exciting?" My mom asked curiously, "How can it be exciting?" I said, "Let's add an identity. You happen to like young men, and I'm particularly fond of older women. How about I call you 'Mom' during sex?" After hearing this, Mom replied with a series of sweating emojis and said, "What kind of game is this? We're certainly old enough to be mother and son, but I already have a son, and he's the same age as you. Isn't that weird?" I said, "What's weird about it? I just find this kind of relationship really exciting, and you're so pretty, maybe your own son thinks the same way I do!" Mom said, "Don't talk nonsense. Using this kind of relationship for texting is fine, but if something like that actually happened, I'd be so embarrassed!" I didn't keep arguing with Mom about this issue, but instead guided her to start texting. This time, Mom reached orgasm faster than usual, and afterwards she said that every time she called my son, she thought of her own son, and felt both shy and excited!
From then on, we engaged in online texting, with my mother and I using the guise of mother and son. Our conversations became increasingly lewd, and we were both immersed in this virtual relationship. But I knew that before long, it would all become reality!
Chapter Five:
Since we started texting on QQ using a secondary account, my mother's sexual openness had increased exponentially, as if she was about to unleash all the passion she had suppressed for decades! To get my mother to have a relationship with me in real life more quickly, I went to great lengths. At first, we only texted each other as mother and son, then I filmed her masturbating, and later I had her buy the kind of mask many internet celebrities wear when filming topless videos and have her perform very lewd masturbation for me during nude chats… Every time I suggested something new, my mother hesitated, but when she tried something new, she became irresistibly excited. My conservative mother had gone further and further down the path of desire!
My passionate online relationship with my mom continued for almost half a year (the reason it took so long was because the second semester of school started, and I had to go back to school to plan my graduation). She now trusts me completely, thanks to the rules we established: 1. Never meet in real life; 2. Never show your face or reveal personal information during online sex; 3. Never interfere with each other's lives in any way (actually, these three rules are entirely one-sided towards her...). I have never violated these rules online, so my mom feels that I am a principled, trustworthy, and perfect lover who can bring her endless passion!
I also used this to entice my mom to fulfill many of my shameless requests. Once, when we were having a nude chat, I suddenly wanted to tease her, so I said, "Godmother (that's what I call her when we have online sex using my alternate account), I fuck your pussy every day, let me wipe your asshole today!" After hearing this, my mom cursed me for being a pervert who liked such a dirty place, then turned around, squatted on the chair, stuck her butt out in front of the camera, and asked me, "You stinky son!" "Do you want to put your dick in this hole?" Although the light was dim, I could still see her pink anus opening and closing. My mother's promiscuity resulted in me spraying a screen full of thick semen! So, my mother often played some perverted little games with me. For example, I wouldn't let her wear underwear when shopping, and then she would perform masturbation for me in the mall's changing room.
Or she would video chat with me and then practice yoga naked for me! But I never let her expose herself in public, because she was not only my online godmother, but also my real-life mother, and she didn't want anyone other than me to enjoy her private parts.
The end of the semester was approaching, and I was about to graduate. Thinking about living under the same roof with my mother for a long time, I finally began my most important plan. When chatting with her online, I often intentionally or unintentionally asked about her son. My mother told me that her son was about to graduate, and I asked, "What hobbies does your son have?" My mother replied, "My son also loves fitness, and I feel he's just as good as you." "I jokingly said, 'Looks like you've been spying on your own son quite a bit!' My mother used a smacking emoji and said, 'Is there such a thing as spying between a mother and son? I just saw it all by accident.' Since we were already at this point, I seized the opportunity to ask her, 'When you call me "son" during our online sex and nude chats, do you ever think about your own son?' My mother trusts me completely now, so she didn't hide anything from me and told me, 'Sometimes when I'm calling him that, I think of my own son. He's young, handsome, and has a great physique. But after a while, it feels really strange, after all, he's my own son!' From my mother's answer, I grasped two key points: First, the long period of online sex between my mother and me, posing as mother and son, had created a certain desire in her for a relationship with her own son. Second, she still had concerns about ethics and morality!" Having seen through these two points, I addressed the root of the problem. First, I jokingly told her, "Having sex with my fake online son is definitely not as satisfying as being intimate with your real son in real life."
Then, without waiting for her reply, I pretended to be serious and said, "Godmother, do you know why I'm so obsessed with mother-son relationships? Because I met a woman online before, and she told me she'd slept with her own son!" After sending the message, my mother immediately replied, "Really?" Seeing how quickly she replied and without commenting on my joke, I became even more confident.
So I replied, "Of course it's true. Although that woman deleted me later, what she said is absolutely true!" My mother asked, "How did they, mother and son, end up together?" Seeing how interested my mother was, I made up a story for her. Of course, the story was based on incestuous novels from online forums. I told my mother, "I don't remember the specific details, but the general idea is that the woman had been divorced from her husband for a long time and raised her child alone. So, she dressed very casually at home and never wore underwear. But as her child grew older, she noticed that her son's gaze towards her was becoming increasingly strange. She thought she should be more careful at home, but for some reason, she continued to act that way. Gradually, she discovered that her son was masturbating in front of her underwear and frequently downloaded incestuous pornographic videos. However, this didn't disgust her; instead, she found it exciting. Later, this mother would sometimes deliberately seduce her son. Finally, one night, she couldn't suppress her desire any longer, so she went to her son's room and said that her room was hot, and they slept together. There, they naturally had sex, and from then on, it was unstoppable!" After I sent this story to my mother, she read it for a while and then asked me many questions about the details. I just made it up and lied to her. Finally, I messaged my mom saying, "Anyway, that woman told me that the feeling of having sex with her own son is unparalleled. The only things to be careful about are the beginning and keeping it a secret!" So, my mom and I chatted online for over an hour about this topic. This chat felt even more exciting than texting, not just the physical pleasure, but also the trembling excitement within me. I believe my mom felt the same way!
Four years of university life have ended! Leaving the dorm with a huge pile of luggage, I felt reluctant, but also excited for the future. My dad took leave to come home because of my graduation, and the three of us had a rare and happy month together. We went on a road trip and a vacation! My dad and I kept praising my mom for becoming more and more stylish, which made her very happy. My dad even asked her why she suddenly dressed so well, and my mom shamelessly said it was because of her friends! Mom, your so-called friends are the sons who will be fucking your big dicks in the future! During this
month, I would occasionally log onto my alternate account to check on my mom, telling her that I had just graduated and was busy looking for a job, so I wasn't online much. Mom didn't reply for a day or two, saying her son had graduated and come home, and her husband was on vacation, so she was busy and couldn't chat often. Finally, Dad had to go on another business trip, this time abroad, for an even longer period. After Mom reluctantly saw him off (Mom's love for Dad was still quite simple, but in terms of passion...), the house officially became just the two of us! I first logged into my alternate account and chatted with Mom for a while. That night, we had some online sex as a warm-up, and then I slowly steered the conversation back to our real mother-son relationship. I asked Mom, "Your husband is gone, and it's just you and your son alone at home.
When your son is sleeping in his room, you're calling out to him while masturbating in front of me. How does that feel?" Mom replied with a string of shy emojis.
I pressed my advantage, saying, "Don't tell me you've never considered trying to seduce your son like a prostitute!" My words were vulgar, but I knew the dirtier the words, the more it would arouse my mother's lust. Sure enough, she replied, "I'm afraid my son won't be a customer." I said, "Godmother, to be honest, at this age, you're absolutely top-tier! And young people these days are particularly attracted to mature women; I suspect your son has feelings for you too! Do you dare to give it a try?" My mother said, "How do you suggest I try? I can't go too far! What if it doesn't turn out like you say? How can I face my son then?" I said, "It certainly won't be too perverted from the start. Here's what you do! Tomorrow at home, change into a slightly thicker nightgown, and don't wear a bra. Just loosen it now; just enough to subtly show a little bit of skin showing!" "If your son is interested in you too, he'll often peek at you." Mom replied "okay," and then started picking out pajamas. We finally settled on a beige cotton set, a bit thick, more of a winter style. When Mom wore it, her breasts were slightly protruding, and because she wasn't wearing a bra, you could see the slightly sagging shape of her large breasts from the side. Mom was a little worried that without a bra, it would be too obvious if she moved even slightly.
I, however, was very satisfied. I said to her, "Godmother, we've been having online romance for almost half a year. This is the first time you've tried to seduce your own son. Doesn't it sound exciting?" Sure enough, Mom agreed to wear the outfit. I also told her, "Tomorrow you must act naturally. Don't be shy, and don't let your son find out you're observing him. Otherwise, even if he has those thoughts, you'll scare him away!" After giving her many instructions, Mom and I agreed to report back the next day!
The next morning, as soon as I opened my eyes, I thought about the feast for my eyes that day, and my "fist" was already raised early. After calming myself down for a while, I casually got up to wash up. As soon as I opened the door, I saw my mother brushing her teeth. She was standing in front of the mirror, one hand on her hip and the other holding a toothbrush. Her loose pajamas accentuated her full, teardrop-shaped breasts, making them even more alluring, and the prominent nipples were incredibly eye-catching.
Although I knew she would be dressed like this today, seeing her still made my heart race. My eyes were glued to her chest like a magnet.
Since my goal today was to show that I was attracted to my mother, I didn't hold back at all. After greeting her, I kept staring at her chest! My mother was quite helpless. She wanted to remind me, but I had already told her online the night before to pretend she didn't know anything, so she could only awkwardly brush her teeth in front of the mirror.
You can imagine a beautiful woman wearing only pajamas and no bra, standing there brushing her teeth, her breasts swaying slightly with each movement of her hand. Standing next to her was her own son, his eyes glued to his mother's enormous breasts the entire time!
Mom finally finished the longest brushing of her life, casually telling me, "I'm going to make breakfast," and left the bathroom, leaving me alone to savor the moment! After breakfast, I told Mom I was going to the job market, but actually I just found a quiet place to log into my alternate account, greeted Mom, and she quickly replied.
Me: "Godmother, did you wear a bra this morning?" Mom: "No." Me: "How was it? Did your son get a nosebleed?" Mom: "No nosebleed, but he had a physical reaction." Then she told me about the morning.
I was speechless. I did get an erection in the bathroom that morning, but I was wearing pajama bottoms, and my hand was in the pocket, pressing down on my hard penis. I didn't expect her to notice. Ugh, it's all because my penis is too big…!
I said to Mom, "Look!" "I told you, your son is full of desire for you," Mom said. "Oh! I think it's because it's the first time I've dressed like this, so he was a little surprised. Besides, don't you men usually have morning erections? It probably has nothing to do with what I'm wearing." My plan failed, so I tried another approach: "Why don't you try again? If the first time was accidental, then the second and third time it's inevitable!" After discussing it with Mom, we finally decided to have her change into a thinner nightgown to make her nipples more obvious!
I originally wanted her to change into a dress with a wider neckline and then deliberately bend over to expose her chest for me to see, but Mom rejected it. She was still afraid that if her son didn't actually have any special feelings for her in the morning, then it would be too shameless for her to deliberately expose herself!
I rushed home for lunch and almost had a nosebleed when I saw Mom. On QQ, I only asked her to change into a slightly thinner nightgown, but I didn't ask her to send me a picture. Unexpectedly, Mom changed into a white t-shirt! Everyone knows that while other colors might only make the nipples more visible, white makes it much more than just that. Even the color of the nipples becomes subtly visible, and since Mom's nipples are slightly darker, this makes it incredibly obvious.
I have to say, Mom has a natural talent for seduction… she looks like this no matter what she wears! Sitting at the table with Mom, I kept glancing at her breasts. Mom knew I was looking, and whether intentionally or not, she suddenly leaned forward to reach for some food further away. Her breasts naturally pressed against the table, making the thin t-shirt even more transparent. Watching from the side, I felt like her nipples were about to burst forth! This was straight out of an adult film! I never imagined I'd trained Mom to such a high level online.
After dinner, Mom went to wash the dishes. The more I thought about what had just happened, the more aroused I became. I told myself I had to give her a sexual advance, so I went to the kitchen and offered to help her wash the dishes. Mom probably thought I still wanted to secretly watch her, and she smiled shyly and said, "Okay, but your most important thing right now is to find a job." I replied with great ambition, "That's nothing. Once I earn money, I'll take you out to eat every day, and you won't have to wash dishes anymore." Mom laughed happily, "You're not lying?!" I shouted that I was definitely not lying, and like a brother joking around, I put an arm around Mom's neck, and my hand naturally draped down across her chest. When it passed her left breast, my fingers unintentionally brushed against her nipple.
I could feel my mother tremble slightly. Of course, for now, it was just a hint, so I casually said, "I'll treat you to dinner when I earn a salary. You can continue washing the dishes today." This joke eased her embarrassment, and amidst her playful teasing, I swaggered back to my bedroom for a nap!
That evening, during a chat with my mother, she specifically brought up the matter. I repeatedly emphasized on my alternate account, "Godmother, this was definitely your son's deliberate act. He couldn't resist your temptation today and wanted to have some fun." My mother was convinced by my assertive tone and messaged me, "I didn't expect that brat to actually feel the same way about me. No wonder he didn't find a girlfriend in college." I replied, "Godmother! I have to ask you seriously. Now that we've confirmed your son's feelings for you, do you want to continue tempting him and gradually have a relationship with him,
or do you just want to spend your whole life just talking to me online?"
This question resulted in a long silence from my mother, and I didn't rush her. Ten minutes later, Mom replied with a message: "I would never have thought about this before, but now the seed has been planted in my heart." I almost cheered in the house. After so much effort, I've finally conquered my mother step by step! First, I got her to open up to me online, to build mutual trust. Then, through online sex, I made her increasingly promiscuous! Now, we've finally reached the final step, Mom! Waiting for your own son to unlock your potential!
[The End]

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