The son saw his mother's body for the first time

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That was the first time in my life I had ever seen a woman's real naked body.
Although I pretended to be temperamental and even talked back to her a few times because she was my mother, her round
breasts, thick black pubic hair, and high, pink buttocks were still deeply imprinted in my mind.
Before that, I often read erotic comics, but I always felt
averse . Because my mother was a sacred and inviolable goddess in my heart! But ever since I first fantasized about my mother's
body and masturbated, Pandora's box was completely opened! I fantasized about having sex with my mother almost day and night, and my tormented
sexual urges could only be released through erotic comics and masturbation! Every time, I fantasized that I was the male protagonist in the comic
, using all sorts of schemes to seduce my mother, playing with her beautiful body in various ways. But after masturbating,
not only did all those perverse sexual images with my mother in my mind disappear, but I also repeatedly slapped myself in the dark for
desecrating my goddess, secretly vowing never to
fantasize about my mother as a sexual partner again! Before long, whenever Yang Yang saw his mother's long,
beautiful legs , he would shamefully get an erection again and again. He realized then that his longing for his mother had
reached an inescapable point!
That night, sharing a bed with his mother was a godsend for Yang Yang! He tried to
restrain himself , but the sweet scent emanating from his mother made it impossible for him to control himself.
He boldly tried to caress his sleeping mother's body, the body he had longed for day and night, and secretly masturbated.
He thought his movements were gentle, but to his utter surprise, his mother caught him in his shameful act. At that moment, for
Yang Yang, perhaps suicide out of shame would have been better than enduring his mother's stern gaze and the possible
beating from his father.
Yang Yang was born with a fear of his father. Even when his father spoke to him gently, he still
felt his father's imposing presence, let alone the shameful thing he had done.
However, his mother's reaction was so unexpected, it was almost a mixture of surprise and delight!
If his sexual fantasies and urges towards his mother were merely a kind of unrequited love in his consciousness
, then his mother's sacred and inviolable traditional views were still subtly like a seal, firmly suppressing
Yang Yang's heart.
But his mother's reaction directly shattered the shackles in Yang Yang's heart from within!
Like a devout believer watching his most sacred goddess being pulled down from her pedestal and her mysterious veil lifted,
his feelings towards his mother underwent a tremendous change.
"Maybe... as a man, I should take the initiative in this kind of thing?"
Yang Yang pondered how his relationship with his mother should
progress .
The young man reading by the French windows sometimes smiled, sometimes frowned; only he knew his own
joy and sorrow.
Evening.
The door suddenly opened, and a figure flashed by. I came home from work.
"Yang Yang, how are you feeling today? Is your hand better?" I put my bag on the sofa, wiped the sweat from
my forehead , and turned to change into slippers.
"It's alright, it doesn't hurt so much anymore. I went downstairs to the restaurant for lunch and had a bowl of beef noodles. I took a nap
and read half the day."
Yang Yang turned around and looked at me, saying casually.
I was leaning against the shoe cabinet by the door, bending over to take off my high heels.
Perhaps because I was wearing a black uniform skirt, the way
I was bending over and sticking out my butt while fiddling with my high heels looked somewhat sexy. Yang Yang couldn't help but secretly swallow, her eyes becoming very frivolous, but I was completely unaware of it.
"Oh!"
I finally managed to change out of my high heels and sat on the sofa in pink plastic slippers. I kicked off my cumbersome slippers, bent my right leg, and rubbed my toes, which
were aching from wearing new high heels all day, through the thin flesh-colored pantyhose . Frowning, I asked my son, "What do you want to eat tonight? Mom will make it for you later. Ouch… my feet really hurt." As I spoke, I inhaled sharply, rubbing my feet and complaining about how stiff the new shoes were, causing my feet to swell after a day of wear. Yang Yang placed the letter he was holding on the coffee table, quietly walked to my side, looked down at my long, slender legs exposed through my short skirt and flesh-colored pantyhose, and whispered, "Mom, do your feet hurt? Let me see!" He sat down beside me and, without waiting for a reply, eagerly grabbed one of my delicate feet, gently . Being held by my son startled me. Since that unusual encounter with my son a couple of days ago, I've still felt conflicted about how to interact . After all, he's my own flesh and blood! Although I was driven by intense lust and an almost twisted possessiveness, making it difficult to control my behavior, the deep self-reproach and shame I felt after calming down made the pain far greater than the torment of my inner desires. After that day, I boldly considered abandoning my maternal dignity and bowing to my inner desires. I imagined returning home and indulging in carnal pleasure with my son to satisfy my seemingly harmonious but actually regretful sexual needs. But when I actually tried to do that, my sense of shame as a woman and my sense of maternal dignity constantly haunted me, making it impossible for me to completely abandon moral constraints. At dusk, the setting sun shone on the earth, turning everything golden. Yang Yang sat on a low chair in front of the French windows on the balcony, holding an English textbook, basking in the summer evening sun, pretending to be studying diligently. But a closer look revealed that although the child seemed to be concentrating on his studies, his face was completely distracted. His attention was clearly not on his textbook at all; instead, he would occasionally look up, staring blankly at a pair of white cotton women's underwear and two pairs of flesh-colored pantyhose . It was obvious that his mother's underwear and stockings were far more alluring to him than the English textbook in his hand. Several days had passed since he returned from the outing. His mother's attitude towards him, however, was far less enthusiastic than he had expected. After that incident… Yang Yang could never forget that night that had given him such ecstasy. The person he respected most! His mother, who had always loved him most! The standard of the perfect woman in his mind!

His own mother, Wang Yan!
She had actually helped him masturbate without his knowledge!
Just thinking about how his penis had been held by his mother's warm, gentle hands, and how he had
ejaculated in front of his sacred mother, filled Yang Yang with immense guilt. But unlike the oppressive guilt of a typical
wrongdoing this guilt, which was deeply buried within him, brought him
an unprecedented and intense pleasure. This heartfelt joy
far surpassed the physical pleasure of ejaculation.
And before that, his mother had remained so sacred in his heart.
Thinking about this, Yang Yang silently admitted that he had indeed been driven to irrationality by adolescent sexual urges from time to time
. And all of this was because his beautiful mother was always around him, often making intentional or unintentional, ambiguous contacts, which had made him secretly infatuated with her
without him even realizing it . To be honest, his mother exuded a unique charm of mature beauty that far surpassed the allure of those arrogant school beauties who were adored by boys. Compared to his mother, Yang Yang utterly disdained the skinny figures, immature expressions, and coy manners of those school beauties. When did his mother become the object of his masturbation? Yang Yang closed his book, pondered for a moment, but couldn't recall. Perhaps it was that night he inadvertently saw his mother standing naked in the living room after her shower ?

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