The seductive and alluring family member, Changfeng's Song

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The news of Wei Haotian, president of Yutian Group,'s death

shocked society, becoming a hot topic of conversation among people from all walks of life.
This news itself wasn't unusual; people die every day, and Yutian Group was merely a medium-sized conglomerate in a major northern city, making its fortune through investments. While not the wealthiest, it wasn't particularly noteworthy. The

fact that it became such a hot topic was also unsurprising, stemming from people's inexplicable curiosity and enthusiasm when spreading rumors and gossip, and this event perfectly fulfilled that criterion.

Wei Haotian, president of Yutian Group, was a legendary figure who built his empire from scratch. Starting as a street vendor, he rose to immense wealth, his extraordinary vision and precise investment strategies creating fortunes out of thin air—a feat that was the subject of much discussion and fascination.

Beyond that, all people knew was that he valued his privacy highly. Wei Haotian was a very low-key person who disliked exposing his private life. Everything about him was always shrouded in mystery. Apart from his public appearances after his success, no one knew the truth about his past.
However, nothing stays hidden forever. After persistent investigation by reporters, it was finally discovered that he was the third son of Wei Qingyu, a prominent figure in the business world.

During his lifetime, Wei Qingyu was a shrewd businessman with many wives, concubines, four sons, and five daughters. He was once incredibly wealthy and a leader in the business world. But after his death, his descendants squandered the family fortune and scattered like monkeys, disappearing without a trace. Surprisingly, they still had a promising son, Wei Haotian.

The reporter also found out that before Wei Haosheng was born, he had married a wife named Ji Shatong who was as beautiful as a fairy and as lovely as a peach blossom. They also had a lovely little daughter named Wei Yiren. This was an even more attractive topic, and all sorts of speculations came out in an instant. Who would take over this huge fortune and widowed mother?

Qingkong looked at everything in the world, speechless. The breeze was still there, and the bright moon was like frost.

(1) Childhood memories

"Strange, the smell on your body seems to have changed recently. It smells very comfortable. What perfume are you wearing?"

"No, why? Doesn't it smell bad?"

"No, it smells very good. It's a very charming scent. Mommy likes this scent, so I asked you. Hmm? It really is different from before. Especially in the last two months, the scent has become stronger and stronger. Strange?"
Mommy bent down and sniffed all over me. My heart was pounding. My eyes were fixed on her full breasts in her open chest. My crotch bulged as if it were inflated and I touched Mommy's smooth thigh.
"You little rascal! Aren't you afraid of getting a sty!"

Mom blushed instantly and lightly spat at me. The phone rang, and she gave me a playful glare, her expression a half-smile. I immediately lowered my head in embarrassment. She chuckled and turned to answer the phone.
She sniffed my hand. Strange, Mom had just said my scent seemed different lately. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't smell anything. Was something wrong? Oh well, whatever!

While Mom was on the phone, I turned around, and with a slightly lewd smile, I, Wei Changfeng, swiftly looked up to openly admire my mother, Wei Qingwu's mature and alluring figure.

Tonight, Mom was wearing her new, off-white, spaghetti-strap, form-fitting silk nightgown. It looked incredibly sexy on her tall, alluring figure; her firm, full breasts stretched the smooth, off-white fabric, making her snow-white skin appear even more delicate and tempting. I licked my lips, my mind filled with lewd and obscene thoughts. My

mother and I have always relied on each other. A 15-year-old boy and a 36-year-old beautiful woman—a common single-parent family in the big city.

Because there are no outsiders at home, Mom always dresses casually, inadvertently revealing herself in front of me, keeping me constantly in a state of heightened arousal and irritation. It's also distorted my aesthetic sense; now, when I see those vulgar women outside, I feel it's an affront to my eyesight.

Mommy's pajamas are exquisitely crafted by a renowned designer, perfectly tailored, a low-cut, one-piece style. The fabric is very thin and soft, perfectly showcasing the curves of a woman's figure, revealing yet sexy. From behind, I always get the illusion that her slender waist looks incredibly delicate.

Tonight, Mommy has her hair up in a bun, revealing her graceful neck, smooth shoulders, and a large expanse of alluring, snow-white back. My gaze continues to follow the seductive curve of her waist downwards.

The hem of the pajamas only covers her thighs, barely concealing her small, pure white lace panties. Mommy is 173 centimeters tall, and from behind, my gaze is fixed on her swaying, shapely buttocks and her long, beautiful legs—a truly pleasing sight, stirring my imagination, making me want to reach out and touch them. I admire her inwardly.

But the place I most wanted to place my hands was Mom's high, firm breasts, almost bursting out of her pajamas. When she handed me the banana, and when she smelled me, whether intentionally or unintentionally, she bent down, and the beautiful glimpse of her breasts under her pajamas was perfectly visible to me.

Mom habitually takes off her bra when she puts on her pajamas, and those two round, snow-white, full breasts, accompanied by her alluring fragrance, swayed before my eyes. The two rosy nipples were faintly visible, almost making me spit a nosebleed into her deep cleavage.

Seeing Mom's smiling face, taking small, tempting bites of the banana, honestly, I also wanted to bring my big banana to her little mouth, to let her take a bite, one bite after another.

I kept wondering, did Mom simply ignore the psychological and physical changes in her virile son? Or did she truly harbor illicit thoughts of seducing me?

Although my mother is not only elegant and noble, but also stunningly beautiful with an incredibly alluring figure—the epitome of every man's dream girl—I am actually a very filial child, and my mother is a very proper woman. It's not entirely my fault that I had impure thoughts about her; she was the one who started it all.

If I hadn't accidentally discovered that I was the object of her secret sexual fantasies, I wouldn't have fallen so deeply into this situation. It seems like a very clichéd erotic story, but I never expected it to actually happen to me.

I remember it was a month before my tenth birthday when I suddenly fell ill with a fever. I was constantly in a daze, barely waking up. When I occasionally woke up, my body felt heavy, as if filled with cement, and my muscles and bones ached as if they were about to crack.

This illness greatly worried my mother, who depended on me for support. She took me to see many famous doctors, but perhaps because they had never seen such a strange illness before and were afraid of misdiagnosing me and ruining their reputation, they all gave vague and evasive answers, simply saying I was fine and would be better after a few days of rest. Even though they

said I was fine, they still charged me a full fee and then told my mother to take me home to rest. Later, when my mother told me about this, I only had one thought in my mind: being a doctor is really lucrative. After

I was unconscious for a few days, my mother unexpectedly received a package from my grandmother, whom she hadn't contacted in a long time. Inside was an exquisite jade bottle, which she said was medicine for me. I happened to be awake at the time. I remember my mother was quite surprised when she received the package because my grandmother had taken my second uncle to live a secluded life as a Taoist priest when she was young, leaving her with very unpleasant childhood memories.

After taking the medicine, I finally showed signs of improvement. My fever subsided two days before my birthday, and I started to feel much more energetic. However, I was still extremely sleepy. I felt like something inside me was struggling to get out, but I didn't tell my mom because I was afraid she would worry. On the night of my birthday, I suddenly woke up.

When I first woke up, I was still groggy and stared blankly for a while. For some reason, my senses of sight and hearing suddenly became incredibly sharp, which startled me. How should I describe that feeling?
To give an analogy, it's like someone has been covering your ears with cotton for a long time, and then one day the cotton is removed. Suddenly, your hearing becomes crystal clear, just like that.

After waking up, I felt that everything was different. Not only was I full of energy, but my blood seemed to be brimming with boundless vitality. My senses of sight and hearing were also incredibly acute. In the darkness, I could see even the smallest corners of the room clearly without any effort. This made me pause in surprise. What was going on?

Huh? Who's crying?

I suddenly heard faint sobbing and intermittent, weak moans coming from another room. I couldn't help but wonder, who was crying?

Because it was just Mommy and me at home, I ignored the strange changes happening to me and anxiously jumped out of bed. With my big, bright eyes wide open, I pushed open my bedroom door and walked step by step down the dark corridor towards Mommy's room. That voice was definitely Mommy's voice; I was sure of it.

But why did Mommy's voice sound so strange in the darkness?

Was it because of the changes happening to me that it sounded so strange?

Just as I was about to push open the door, I suddenly hesitated. Don't laugh at me; I've always been timid and introverted, and besides, I was only ten years old then. I stopped pushing the door open and listened even more carefully with my ears, which had become more sensitive than a cat's.

Mommy's voice sounded like a groan and a gasp, as if she were in pain, yet also as if she were experiencing pleasure.
I don't know why, but I felt a strange flutter in my heart, and a little panicked. My heartbeat suddenly became erratic. I was so scared. Of course, I knew what happened afterward, but at that moment, I really didn't understand at all. I remember being so terrified.

My heart was pounding rapidly, and my trembling little hands, with a hint of fear, cautiously opened the door a crack. I peeked into the room.

The door in front of me was like a secret entrance, leading to a mysterious world. What would I see when I opened the door?

I was shocked by what I saw. The room was very bright, and my eyesight had become so good that I could see very clearly. The crack in the door led directly to the large bed in the room.

I saw my usually dignified and chaste mother lying naked on the bed, masturbating with the hands that often stroked my cheeks.

Don't doubt me. How could a ten-year-old know about masturbation? In this age of information overload, many children are more mature than you imagine.

I started using the internet at seven, and by ten, I had seen countless pornographic websites depicting adultery. Of course, I was just curious because I didn't understand the feeling of excitement back then.

And of course, I had to keep these things hidden from my mother. If she knew I was looking at pornographic websites, it would be terrible. However, I knew she occasionally looked too. Sometimes I would secretly use the computer she used for writing to go online. She didn't have the habit of clearing her browsing history, so I knew which websites she visited. But that's beside the point.
I saw it all clearly: my mother was under two pillows, her long, elegant legs bent at the knees, spread wide apart, her snow-white thighs and the valley between them completely exposed before my eyes.

Although I often bathed with my mother when I was little, I had never looked at her so closely before. My heart suddenly started pounding wildly, and my lower body simultaneously became erect. I had had erections before, but this was the first time I had felt such a strong sensation—it was hard and painful, so uncomfortable. I pulled up my pants, my eyes never leaving my mother.

In the full, round, snowy buttocks, a small, moist, slightly brownish-red fold of skin—that was my mother's anus. My eyes widened, I swallowed hard, feeling my mouth dry. Although I knew I shouldn't be peeking, the scene before me held immense attraction for me.

Above her anus, where the skin bulged, was my mother's vulva. Her pubic hair was thick and dense, a dark patch growing on her snow-white vulva.

I saw the place where I was born, those pinkish-red labia now completely turned inside out, revealing a moist, clam-like opening. My mother was inserting her slender fingers with a "plop plop" sound!

Glug! I swallowed hard again.

Mommy's other hand was kneading her chest, her long, black hair cascading down her snow-white, alluring body. Her sexy red lips were gently biting her breasts, and her once bright and captivating eyes were now brimming with lustful desire.

That expression made my blood rush. Mommy's expression was so tempting! In an instant, I went from a child to an adult, like a caterpillar transforming into a butterfly. I watched, mesmerized. This was even more arousing than any pornographic video online.

"...Oh...oh...ah...Xiao Feng...Xiao Feng...my good son, my dear son...Mommy wants you so much...I want your big cock inside me...ah...ahhh..."

Good son? Xiao Feng?

Hearing Mommy softly call my name, I was shocked again, almost falling forward. I couldn't believe it—Mommy's sexual fantasy while masturbating was about me!

My face burned bright red.

My face flushed, I felt incredulous, flustered, and ashamed by everything I saw and heard, yet I also felt incredibly excited and somewhat overwhelmed.

In a corner of my mind, a hazy, chaotic space seemed to open, where reason and desire clashed fiercely.

My mother's mysterious little hole, its exposed flesh revealing its vulva, revealed her engorged clitoris. She repeatedly played with it with her fingers; I guessed she was fantasizing that it was my hand. Her

slender fingers were like jade, and her tender, clam-like vulva was glistening with juices, occasionally gushing forth waves of desire. It excited me greatly. My mother longed to have sex with me; she kept calling my name. I had to exert a great deal of effort to control myself, my feet urging me to rush inside.

Suddenly, I impulsively reached into my pants, grasped my penis, and instinctively began to masturbate. Outside that door, it was my first time masturbating. I noticed my previous erections didn't seem this thick and long. I was filled with doubt and uncertainty. When I woke up tonight, the whole world suddenly seemed completely different.

My penis was frighteningly thick and long, but my attention was already drawn to Mom. Who cared about its size? I was masturbating, and had no time to think about anything else.

Space was no longer a barrier; the rhythm of Mom and my lewd movements rose and fell, the obscene waves forming a mysterious connection, blurring the lines between inside and outside the room.

Mom must have been fantasizing about me caressing her; waves of vaginal fluid were flowing out, soaking the pillow beneath her. To raise me, she hadn't had sex with a man for so many years, relying solely on masturbation for release. Mom must be so thirsty; I really wanted to rush over and comfort her.

But I ultimately restrained myself from rushing in. It's embarrassing to admit, not because I was sensible, but because I was cowardly. I only dared to secretly vent my lewd desires outside the room.

The pleasure of masturbation suddenly felt vivid and real. Perhaps it was a mother-son connection, but something inexplicable happened. I felt as if Mommy sensed my gaze. She suddenly closed her eyes, her face flushed red with shame, and dared not call my name again. Only her panting echoed in the room.

Was she ashamed of being a mother because this was an incestuous taboo, and she couldn't help but fantasize about it? Thinking this, I felt an uncontrollable excitement. Looking back now, I was truly precocious.

"...Xiao Feng...fuck Mommy to death...Xiao Feng...fuck Mommy's pussy so beautifully...Xiao Feng...ahhh..."
Watching Mommy's slender hands continuously releasing her desire within her honeyed depths, I seemed to hear her moans again. Yes, I was both surprised and delighted. Her voice was so faint it was almost inaudible, but my hearing had become so acute that I heard it clearly.

Mommy changed her position, kneeling forward on the bed, her head resting against the silk quilt at the front of the bed. Her round buttocks were raised high, and I wondered if she was fantasizing about me raping her from behind, fucking her again and again.

I watched her beautiful little hands emerge from between her two sexy thighs, Mommy rapidly thrusting her fingers in and out of her honeyed depths, her whole body trembling. Her juices flowed down her kneeling legs, meandering from her honeyed depths, soaking the bedsheets.

"...Xiao Feng...Xiao Feng...It's so beautiful...Xiao Feng...ah ah..."

Mommy gasped, her whole body trembling, her pretty face filled with a wild and seductive blush. I knew she was about to climax, about to climax, but little did I know that her wanton moans had already ignited my own climax first.

Oh my god, I quickly covered my mouth with my other hand; I almost cried out in pleasure!

I really wanted to penetrate my mother's alluring little hole. I felt myself about to climax, so I quickly let go and pulled out. For a moment, I shuddered. Sticky semen shot onto my underwear. Mom's vaginal fluid was really plentiful. Before my mind went blank, that was the only impression I remembered.

My penis continued to throb and ejaculate. After the pleasure subsided, when I came to my senses, I was shocked and a little guilty about my impulsive and indecent behavior. It shouldn't have been this way; my moral conscience rebuked me. But the object of Mom's sexual fantasies was me. Just thinking about her seductive moans immediately excited me again.

Inside and outside the door, Mom and I were truly in sync. We were both alert, suppressing our breathing. I smelled an indescribable ambiguous scent in the air. The wet, sticky, and cold feeling in my underwear made me feel uncomfortable. My head was a little dizzy, and I felt a pang of guilt for defiling Mom.

My heart was pounding uncontrollably. I was so confused. Just a few months ago, I used to bathe with my mom every day. Why didn't I feel anything for her then? Was my current state normal, or was my past behavior normal?

Sigh, this is the kind of trouble that comes with growing up. Even if I'm precocious, the first time I faced this, it still brought me confusion. Don't laugh!

A few months before my tenth birthday, before my first erection, I always bathed with my mom. So, from a very young age, I knew that boys and girls were different.

I'm a boy, with a penis, while my mom is a beautiful girl. Below her navel and above her anus, on that small mound, there's a patch of soft, fine black hair, and there's a pinkish slit there, like clam meat—that's her vulva.

I don't know if it was five or six years old, but I remember once, while bathing with my mom, I curiously touched that area and asked her about it.

Mommy blushed and giggled. She said I was born from there. I didn't quite believe it, but I figured Mommy wouldn't lie to me, so I was skeptical at the time. It wasn't until I grew up that I finally understood it was true.

Thinking about this, a blush crept onto my face. Back then, I didn't understand anything. Out of curiosity, I always liked to touch Mommy's vulva. At first, Mommy seemed a little reluctant, laughing and laughing. But after a few times, she gradually got used to it and stopped pushing my hands away. Instead, she even taught me how to touch it properly.
Ignorance is bliss, I couldn't help but think.

Thinking back to myself then, I still find it strange. How could I just touch it like that? Was there some kind of art to it? Now, I realize I really missed out on that happy childhood.

I understand now. What Mommy and I did back then? My hands have comforted her countless times. No wonder her beautiful cheeks always turned a captivating red when she kept urinating during our game.

What I thought was urine was actually her vaginal fluid from her orgasm! A lewd smile crept across my face as I thought this, and I couldn't help but admire my excellent memory. Thinking back
, I recalled what happened on my tenth birthday. I

had just ejaculated, and my body was already aroused again. I couldn't control the lewd thoughts of having sex with Mommy. My penis had become erect again. Mommy's naked body was right in front of me; I wanted to rush in and fuck her. I licked my lips, feeling incredibly thirsty.

I'm only ten years old. Am I a pervert?

Don't laugh at me. In that instant, I was genuinely frustrated and confused, unable to clarify my feelings. Besides, I suddenly felt dizzy again.

Having watched from beginning to end, I suddenly realized I had developed inappropriate thoughts about Mommy. This was wrong. I successfully convinced myself that this was Mommy's secret; she had her own physical needs, which she satisfied through fantasies and masturbation. But I had actually peeked, and because of it, I had developed inappropriate impulses. How could this be?

Seeing Mommy limp on the bed, I couldn't help but worry again. Although I knew what my mother was doing, I had absolutely no experience with this kind of thing. Seeing Mommy limp and powerless after her orgasm, I was truly worried. I looked at Mommy's face—why was it so red? Did she have a fever? I thought to myself.

"Mommy, what's wrong?"

Without thinking, I pushed open the door and rushed in. My head was spinning. I realized my body had been standing for too long; it was stiff and uncomfortable, and I swayed unsteadily with each step.

"Ah, Xiaofeng, why are you up? You're not feeling well, why aren't you sleeping?"

Mom was clearly surprised. She looked at the handsome boy who had barged in—her son, me. She had just released her sexual urges, completely naked, utterly exhausted, and was lying limply on the bed. I startled her with my intrusion.

Whether she noticed my gaze, or not, staring intently at her private parts, Mom's pretty face flushed red. She closed her legs, her blooming vulva concealing its delicate petals. My heart ached. Mom, don't be so cruel to your son!

Seeing Mom's unnaturally stiff expression, I immediately realized how reckless I had been. Mom was always very shy and embarrassed. She had just masturbated, her beautiful, wet vulva dripping with desire—how could she be naked in front of me?

I immediately decided to pretend nothing was wrong, smiling innocently as usual.

"I woke up and heard Mommy crying, so I came to find you. Are you sick too?"
"Crying? Oh, Mommy's okay, Mommy's fine, Mommy's not sick."

Mommy probably breathed a sigh of relief. Luckily, I didn't know what she was doing, but she was clearly still embarrassed, her cheeks still burning red. As she asked, she took a clean towel that she had prepared beforehand and casually wiped her lower body. I didn't notice her unintentional action, which almost made my eyes pop out again.

"Mommy, can we sleep together tonight? I haven't slept with you in so long."

"Hmm, you're so big and you still love to be pampered. Okay, Mommy will sleep with you tonight."

Before Mommy could even put on her clothes, I eagerly snuggled into her arms and acted like a spoiled child.

My mom noticed my first erection while we were taking a bath. She was holding my penis and about to rinse it off when she grabbed it, and it immediately became erect in her hand, like it was inflating. I couldn't hide from her.

I noticed her expression was strange then, and from that day on, I was forced to become independent. For the past few months, she's made me, a little boy, sleep in my own room.

Holding my naked mother close, I pressed my face against her warm, soft, full breasts, rubbing against her intentionally or unintentionally. It was pure bliss. The familiar scent of my mother was intoxicating for the first time.

My mind kept replaying the obscene actions of my mother masturbating earlier. I suspected that the forbidden seed of lust had sprouted within me that night and was now growing stronger!

Holding my mother, I mischievously rubbed against her sensitive breasts, wondering if I had stirred her heart and made her secretly groan. I heard my mother's breathing become much heavier, and I felt a surge of triumph.

But then I suddenly realized something was wrong. My penis was hard, pressing against my mother's lower abdomen. Would that unusual sensation let her know that her son was physically erect? But knowing this only fueled my burgeoning desire. I longed to take my mother's swollen nipple into my mouth.
"Honey, how long have you been standing outside the door?"

Mom asked me casually. My heart sank. Had Mom noticed something was wrong?
Asking how long I'd been standing outside was a euphemism for asking how long I'd been watching. What should I say?
"Standing...not long..."

Heh heh, "not long" could mean as long as it wanted. I answered insincerely. 56 minutes. Just before leaving the room, I glanced at the small clock by the bed and then at the digital clock in Mom's room. 56 minutes! I'd actually been standing for so long! No wonder I felt so uncomfortable.

Mom suddenly touched my clothes, as if checking their temperature, looking thoughtful.

Oh no! I forgot that when someone just got out of bed, their body temperature is usually higher. Mom must have noticed my clothes were cold, not like someone who'd just gotten out of bed.

Oh my god, could she have noticed that I really saw her masturbating while calling my name?

I panicked. Without thinking twice, I used the hard, protruding edge of my penis to intentionally or unintentionally rub against the clitoris of her vulva. From my childhood experience bathing with her, I knew Mom was very sensitive. I hoped it would work. At that time, I was dizzy and couldn't think rationally.

Mom immediately half-closed her eyes. I later learned that it was called "seductive eyes." At that moment, her eyes looked like they were about to drip water as she squinted at me. I wondered if her bones and legs were half-weak. I felt smug and rubbed and rubbed. Let's see if Mom can take it!

Mom's jade-like face was flushed. I thought she wouldn't care about asking me questions or being naked anymore. If I kept rubbing like this, she would be consumed by passion and might actually do something lewd with me on the spot.

I don't know if it was because of changes in my body, but I was absolutely certain that I was capable of having sex at that time. If we had actually done it, Mom and I might have a son or daughter now.
Mommy scooped me up in her arms and hurriedly got out of bed to get the silk blanket to cover herself.
When she turned around, she saw the bed was a mess; the blanket and clothes were all soaked with her fluids. Her cheeks flushed again, and her shy yet wanton expression caught my eye. I loved that look on Mommy's face; I almost ejaculated on the spot, but thankfully I held back. "

Mommy, let's clean the room tomorrow," I thought silently, not daring to say it aloud. And Mommy, as expected, understood me perfectly.

She picked me up and fled the embarrassing scene like a whirlwind. I guessed she was wondering if I had seen that embarrassing thing. Had she even considered that? I saw her face turn even redder.
"Baby, go to sleep now. A good night's sleep will make you strong. Don't worry Mommy

," she said gently as soon as we got to my room, hugging me tightly and quickly snuggling into the blankets.

In my mother's incredibly comforting embrace, dizzy and exhausted, I drifted off to sleep. I think I said something, but I can't remember.

Much later, I realized what I said, haha.

That night, I had my first ever erotic dream, a dream I still remember vividly.

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