Aphrodisiac Plan

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Sighing, I looked at my report card and let out a soft sigh. The thought of my mother's stern expression
sent chills down my spine, but there was nothing I could do. I went home, lost in thought. The
first thing I saw when I entered was my mother's icy face. Could it be? Had the teacher informed her of my
grades beforehand? It wasn't impossible, after all, this wasn't the first time this had happened.
"Mom, I'm home."
"So you do come home after all! What happened to your grades this time? You failed everything! What's going on
in ? Can't you use your time properly?" Time ticked by with my mother's scolding,
but it seemed like it wouldn't stop. I stood there, not daring to say a word, silently enduring
the storm of words of abuse until my father came home and smoothed things over.
That finally stopped it. Oh, and I forgot to introduce myself. Everyone calls me Brother Hu, I'm a second-year junior high student, and you could
say I'm a little bully at school. My mother is a nurse, everyone calls her Nurse Wang. My father
is a policeman.
Dinner proceeded in this heavy atmosphere. I stole a glance at my mother; her expression was still
as serious as ever. My father didn't say anything, just ate quietly. I guessed he was
too preoccupied with the case to care about me. In the past, he would definitely have teamed up with my mother to deal with me.
"I'm full."
"If you're full, go back to your room and study properly. Don't do anything else."
Lying in bed, I kept replaying the Japanese adult film I'd watched during the day in my mind. Actually, my grades were
usually okay, passing wouldn't be a problem, but lately I'd become obsessed with AV, which made me neglect my studies. Of course
, I couldn't let my mother know about this, or she'd beat me up.
Lost in thought, I gradually fell asleep. In my dream, I dreamt of having sex with a woman,
both of us sweating profusely. The girl was moaning loudly as she was being penetrated. In this stimulating state
, I looked up at the girl's face. How could it be? It was my mother's face! I suddenly woke up and
saw that it was already 6 a.m. Oh well, time to get up and go to school.
All day long, my mind was filled with images of my mother—her loud moans, her alluring figure. To be honest,
if she weren't so serious all the time, she would actually be quite beautiful. The day passed in a daze.
"I'm home." "What's this?" A roar reached
my ears as I entered the room, followed by the sound of something hitting my face. Looking closely, I gasped
. It was the AV disc I'd borrowed from my classmate, Er Gou.
How could this be? I'd hidden it deep in my drawer, covered it with all sorts of random
things . My mother couldn't have found it, unless… the only possibility flashed through my mind.
My wild thoughts didn't last long before I felt a burning pain on my left cheek, accompanied by my mother's words:
"Go back to your room and reflect on your actions. You're not eating tonight. Think about it carefully." I said "Okay" and
went back to my room, locking the door behind me.
My mother was so awful! She hit me, ransacked my drawers, I had no privacy at all, and my life was
anything but happy. A quote I saw on a forum suddenly popped into my head: "No matter her status,
no matter how high-minded she is, there will always be a man who will fuck her until she's completely submissive. In bed, once she's naked, she's
just a woman.
" Yes, that's it. I'm going to fuck my mother. I'm going to make her squirm beneath me, and see if she'll still
be so arrogant in front of me. Not only that, I'm going to give her a taste of BDSM to avenge the slap I gave her today
.
This is the first time I'm starting to see my strict mother as a woman, an ordinary woman, a woman I
can manipulate. But even though I think this way, turning my conservative, serious
mother into a slut, into my plaything, will probably be a very difficult path. Especially getting her
to accept incest, which is unacceptable to society, will be even more difficult.
It seems I need to plan carefully, think carefully about what to do next. As the saying goes, opportunity favors
the prepared mind, so of course I need to be prepared, otherwise I'll regret it when the opportunity comes.
That night, I used my phone to go on various forums and read some incestuous fantasies. Why fantasies
, not real-life scenarios? Because in my eyes, these things only exist in novels and
are . For example, some mothers would open their legs as soon as their sons seduced them; I think my mother would more likely
slap me.
Just when I was about to give up on my plan in despair, I suddenly came across a novel about face
masks, about transforming into another person through a mask. That was a pretty good idea. I could use
a face mask to become a stranger my mother wouldn't recognize and then make my move on her. Maybe the chances of success would be higher,
because it might be easier to conquer her if she wasn't actually my mother. Plus, given my understanding of my mother
, I might be able to exploit her personality and weaknesses to force her to submit (although I have absolutely no
idea ).
Seeing this hope made me feel much more relaxed, but then I looked at the time and it was already past 11 pm. It was
so late! Time really flies when you're thinking. After stopping to think, I realized I was a little
hungry. I sneaked out to see if there was anything to eat. I peeked into my parents' room; the lights were
off, and no one seemed to be there. Then I heard the sound of water coming from the bathroom. My mind involuntarily conjured up
images of my mother's snow-white skin as she bathed.
Shaking my head, I quickly slipped into the kitchen, grabbed something to eat, and then slipped back to my room. Looks like I need to make a good plan
, for my bright future and for winning over my beautiful mother. After a good laugh, I drifted off to sleep.
The next day, I started making plans. The first thing I needed to do was buy a face mask. Speaking of
which, I really have to thank myself for being born in this era of Taobao; it was so easy to solve. However, to
achieve the best effect, I made many demands of the shop owner, and of course, paid the corresponding price.
But when I received it, I realized that the price was completely worth it—but that's another story.
After settling on the mask, I started making the plan. Actually, the plan was quite simple. Since my
mother is a nurse, she naturally works night shifts. She goes back to her single dormitory at the hospital to sleep in the middle of the night.
This was my chance to act. Of course, I wasn't going to just blindly rush in. Since my mother had a
habit of drinking milk before bed, I could use that opportunity to slip a strong aphrodisiac into it, increasing my chances of success. Even
if I failed, I could just run away; my mother wouldn't know it was me. If
I succeeded the first time, getting her to comply in the future would be a problem, but that wasn't
something I needed to worry about now. To lower my mother's guard, I decided to be a good boy from now on, which
would also increase my chances of success.
That same day, I bought the aphrodisiac and some sex toys. These things basically used up
all savings, but if the plan succeeded, the price would be worth it.
The items arrived a few days later. I immediately tried on the face mask. Wearing it,
another . I requested that the person on the mask look ordinary so they wouldn't be easily noticed. But it was incredibly
lifelike; once worn, no one would realize there was another person inside the mask.
I also hid other aphrodisiacs and adult products, making sure to conceal them even more carefully after the last
incident . However, I was still a little uneasy about the effects of the aphrodisiacs, so
I planned to test them first. Otherwise, if everything was prepared but the plan failed
due I would be devastated.
One Friday night, I finally found the perfect opportunity. That night, my parents were home, and
while everyone was watching TV, I secretly went to the kitchen and added the minimum required amount to the milk.
After heating it up, I brought it out to my mother and said, "Mom, you've been working hard lately. I heated up some milk for you, so drink it."
"Oh, we didn't expect our son to be so thoughtful. Honey, drink it quickly," my father chimed in.
Since deciding to carry out that plan, I had indeed become much more restrained, at least appearing as a
well-behaved , and my grades at school had improved slightly. My mother probably thought I had become more obedient because of
the slap she had given me. Without giving anything else, my mother took the cup and drank it all in one gulp. She even thanked me.
Seeing that Mom had finished her milk, I said I needed to go back to my room to study, a reason that made Mom happy and keep
saying "good boy." So I went back to my room. Back in my room, I thought, "Good Mom, your good son
has prepared a big gift for you this time; you're going to have a wonderful night." Actually, the most important reason for going back to my room was that
if the drug took effect while I was there, and she connected it to the milk, then my plan would be completely
ruined . If I wasn't there, Mom might think it was her fault, at least she wouldn't suspect me.
According to the instructions, the dosage given to Mom this time was relatively small, so the effects would take longer,
which was what I was hoping for. I calculated the time and felt it was about right. I secretly slipped out of my room and found
Mom and Dad still watching TV, but Mom's face was already flushed, and her body was pressed tightly against Dad's, as if
they were saying something. Because of the distance, I didn't know the specifics, but I guessed it was something.
Just as I was indulging in my imagination, Mom suddenly pressed her red lips against Dad's. No way! Could the drug's effects
be so strong that Mom couldn't resist in the living room? This was unimaginable before.
The sounds of kissing, accompanied by the television, made my heart itch.
"Honey, let's go back to the room." "Mmm," Mom responded softly.
Watching them stand up, I quickly slipped back to my room, my heart
pounding nervously. Especially the way Mom looked after getting up, it was deeply etched in my mind.
Mom's face was flushed, her eyes were watery, her long hair was a little messy, and her clothes were
disheveled, the left collar was clearly pulled down, and the bra strap was clearly visible. At that moment
, only the word "alluring" came to mind. I never imagined that my dignified, skilled, and serious mother could have such a feminine side.
Dad's eyes were also fixed on her, as if he wanted to devour her whole. Was it
also had seen Mom like this? Filled with doubt, I truly
understood the power of the drug for the first time.
I pressed my ear against the door, listening for any sounds outside. "Bang!" I knew they'd entered
the room.
I quickly slipped out and went to my parents' door, only to find it tightly shut. I could faintly hear my mother
's moans and my father's heavy breathing.
Unable to see what was happening, I frantically stamped my feet outside. What to do? What to do? I desperately wanted to peek inside
.
As the saying goes, lust breeds boldness, and I actually reached for the doorknob.
"Creak!" A sound, though not loud, still seemed
so out of place in the quiet night.
My throat tightened, and I froze, terrified by the sound.
Looking back, I feel a chill. If my parents had discovered my actions, my plan would have been much
more uncertain, and I would certainly have received a beating.
However, the reward for this adventure was immense: the door was cracked open, and I could finally
glimpse the scene inside.
However, I was surprised to find the door unlocked. To be honest, I had tried to peek at my parents
making love before, but each time the door was not only tightly closed but also locked. The only evidence I could sense of their lovemaking was the
occasional sounds of my father's pleasure coming from inside the room; I had never heard my mother's voice.
It was clear that this time, my parents were so aroused that they forgot to lock the door, thus giving me, their
son .
I saw my parents lying on the bed, their clothes off, their two bodies, one black and one white, tightly embracing
each other . Their lips were pressed together, and I could occasionally see their tongues exchanging kisses.
After a while, the two of them finally calmed down, and when their lips separated, a thin white
line was clearly visible, connecting them. This scene made my blood boil, and I wanted to rush in and take my father's
place.
After taking a deep breath, I tried to calm my desire. My gaze gradually returned to
the room .
"Yan'er, give me a blowjob today. We've been married for over ten years, and you've never done it before."
"What nonsense are you talking about? It's so dirty for me to suck your pee-pee! You're just spouting nonsense."
Seeing my mother refuse my father, I knew it was because I hadn't given him enough medicine this time, and the...
After a round of passionate sex, Mom's sexual desire had been largely satisfied, and her original rationality and conservative nature gradually
returned.
However, knowing that Mom had never performed oral sex before, my previously calm heart began to stir again. "
Mom , oh Mom," I thought, "you can have your virginity with your son. Your son will make you scream how delicious my penis is. Of course, your
little mouth will be all mine. Dad, it seems you won't have that blessing in this life." Thinking this, I almost
burst out laughing.
"Come on, husband, lie down properly. Let Yan'er serve you today."
Hearing this, Dad, who had been somewhat disappointed, suddenly became excited and quickly lay down on the bed. "No way,
" I thought, "do they only know how to have sex with the man on top?" What's wrong with Dad? I couldn't help but feel
a little sorry for him.
While I was lost in thought, I saw Mom already straddling Dad, her snow-white hands tightly
gripping his penis, her body slowly lowering down.
"Ah—it feels so good, Yan'er."
"Mmm, Yan'er feels so good too."
Watching Mom's eyes tightly closed, she twisted her slender waist desperately, her body moving up and down, while Dad's penis kept going in and out of
Mom 's pussy.
"Husband, it feels so good, husband's cock is so powerful, ah, ah, Yan'er can't take it anymore, I'm going to be fucked to death.
Ah—"
"Hurry, wife, hurry, it feels so good, ah—ah—I can't take it anymore, I'm going to come."
"No, husband, wait a minute, Yan'er hasn't had enough yet, ah—it feels so good.
" "I can't take it anymore, ah—" "Ah—ah—"
"I'm sorry, wife, I really felt so good, I couldn't help but ejaculate." "It's okay, husband."
Listening to Mom say these things, but I still noticed from outside the door that there was a trace of regret between Mom's brows, or
you could say dissatisfaction. But this discovery was good news for me. It seems that Dad often can't satisfy
Mom's needs, which makes my chances of success even greater.
"Seriously, honey, you were amazing today." "What do you mean 'today'? Your wife
is amazing, okay?"
"Yes, yes, my dear wife is the best."
Listening to their intimate banter in the room, the earlier unpleasantness seemed to have vanished. However, I knew that Mom's
desires had been building up, and they were bound to reach their limit. The release at that moment might be unexpected, something
I could use to my advantage.
I watched from the doorway for a while, seeing they were just exchanging sweet nothings and doing nothing else, and feeling bored, I
returned to my room. Speaking of which, since preparing for this plan, I've developed a habit of writing in my diary. However,
the content isn't about daily life, but rather factors that might influence the plan, such as Mom's
weaknesses , and so on.
Time passed day by day, and the preparations for my plan were complete. Through
observing Mom during this time, I also learned many of her weaknesses, which might be key to my
success . Now, all I lack is an opportunity. An opportunity to take Mom down in one fell swoop. I think
that opportunity is almost here.
I have a strong premonition that the opportunity will appear soon, and I must seize it. The plan must
succeed; failure is not an option. If it fails, I may lose the chance to have my mother forever.
Chapter Two: Initial Victory
More than half a month has passed since I tested the aphrodisiac on my mother, and my plan still
hasn't entered the practical stage. I always feel that there's something flawed in the plan,
but I can't quite pinpoint what it is. However, to be more cautious, I've slowed down the execution of the plan,
because I want to succeed on the first try.
In these past few days, my mother has become like before, always wearing a serious expression in front of me,
and her scolding has been almost constant. Although I've tried my best to control myself, I still make small mistakes, but
compared to before, it's a world of difference.
That day, I went home as usual. When it was time for dinner, I found my father wasn't there, so I casually asked,
"Mom, where's Dad?" "Your dad is working overtime today, he's not coming home. Hurry up and eat, then go study,"
my mother coldly replied. I had no choice but to quickly finish dinner and return to my room.
In my room, reflecting on the past few days, I felt that the mother who had been so wanton with Dad that night was a completely different person from the mother
standing before me . Since that incident, although I had secretly watched my parents make love,
it always felt like a chore, a hasty ending. Mom no longer moaned loudly like that night; in fact, she barely showed any expression during
the entire process, and afterwards, she didn't show any signs of unsatisfied desire. They would just
go to sleep quickly. After watching twice, I grew tired of it. However, I had a pretty good grasp of my parents' pattern of lovemaking:
only once or twice a week, and it felt somewhat like a chore.
At least that's how it was for Mom. As for whether Dad wanted to do it more often, or something like that, I
had no idea. Maybe he even discussed it with Mom and was rejected.
Could it be that Mom isn't interested in sex? Does she not have that strong a desire for sex? I couldn't help but think
this . This discovery wasn't good news for me. If my guess was correct,
then the chances of my plan succeeding were almost zero. Only now did I finally realize the flaws in this plan.
Yes, the plan's very foundation was to use drugs to make Mom controlled by sexual desire, thus loosening
her mind and giving me an opportunity. Given the current situation, Mom usually seemed so indifferent to sex; even if
she were truly aroused by the drugs, there was a high chance she could suppress her desires with reason.
That night, the scene I witnessed might have simply been because Dad was there, and Mom's rationality was relaxed
. In other words, deep down, Mom is still a conservative woman, and she probably doesn't have much
of a positive , let alone indulging herself in front of strangers.
"Damn it!" I cried out inwardly. Why hadn't I thought of this? What should I do? Should I just give up
like this ? To be honest, I'm still very unwilling to give up.
That's right, since Mom's feelings about sex aren't so strong right now, I'll slowly cultivate her sexual
desire , letting the dormant desire within her slowly awaken. I must tear down Mom's cold facade...
I was determined to completely conquer my mother, to make her my sex slave, my toilet seat. Thinking this, a cold smile
slowly . That's it, I had a plan.
The next day, I began preparations to awaken my mother's sexual desire. However, I was also very glad I hadn't
implemented that concrete plan too early, because the probability of failure was too high. If I had,
I might be hiding under the covers crying right now, only able to drool over my mother's beautiful flesh without ever being able to
kiss her.
Actually, my method for awakening my mother's sexual desire was quite simple: to gradually change her suppression of her libido through some aphrodisiacs
. However, the dosage and timing of the medication were crucial. It had to be done
when my father wasn't home; otherwise, if my mother released all her sexual urges at once, she might
revert to her original state the next day.
I planned to control the medication slowly, starting with just a little bit, enough for my mother to feel something
, and then gradually increasing the dosage. To continuously amplify my mother's libido and etch the pleasure of sex into her
mind, I would then implement the second step of my plan. It would be strange if it didn't succeed.
Thinking this, I divided my plan into two phases: the first phase was the cultivation phase, and the second
phase was the conquest phase. What happened after conquest would be considered later; once conquest was achieved, things
would likely be much easier.
So I began executing the plan. And wouldn't you know it, my luck was truly exceptional; the first
opportunity came the very next day. That evening, during dinner, I learned that my father
wouldn't be home because a new prisoner had been brought in and he would be interrogating him overnight.
After dinner, I secretly slipped into the kitchen and added a small amount
of aphrodisiac to the milk my mother was preparing for the evening. Then I returned to my room. To check if the dosage was appropriate, I kept a close
eye everything happening in the living room.
In my drowsy state, I suddenly heard the sound of the refrigerator being opened in the kitchen. I tiptoed out of
my room. Hiding in a corner, I secretly observed my mother's every move. I watched as she picked up the milk,
gulping it down slowly. Watching the milky white liquid slide into
her mouth, I suddenly had a strange feeling—that I had ejaculated a mouthful of my semen into her, which she then
drank down completely, even showing an expression of delight at how delicious her son's semen tasted. This scene almost made me
lose control .
"Calm down, calm down," I told myself. Soon I would really be able to make my mother drink my semen like that
, not only drink it, but I would also make her say it tasted good, fall in love with my semen, and beg me to drink it.
Lost in these wild thoughts, my mother had already left the kitchen. I quietly observed her, hoping to notice any
change in her. She sat on the sofa as usual, continuing to watch TV. I knew the dosage this time was
relatively small, so there probably wouldn't be an immediate reaction, but surely there would be some effect, I thought,
continuing to observe. About ten minutes later, I noticed that my mother's face seemed a little red.
The weather , so it must be due to the medication.
After confirming that this dosage would indeed affect my mother's body, I returned to
my room, satisfied, to rest. Lying in bed, I kept thinking about what I needed to do next and
areas where the plan needed improvement. And so, I drifted off to sleep.
In the following days, I continued to find opportunities to give my mother the medication, not every day
, of course, otherwise anyone would become suspicious.
Since I always chose times when my father wasn't home, he would return around daytime the next day
. By then, my mother would have already gone to work, and when she came home, the medication would have worn off, and rationality would have taken over
her mind, so she would be as indifferent as usual.
But tonight was different. "I'm home, Mom, Mom, I'm home," I called several times, but there was no
response. I felt a little strange. Could it be that my mother hadn't come home yet? With questions in mind, I pushed open the door and
found my mother home, sitting on the sofa. The TV wasn't on, and she looked listless and listless.
I knew the time was almost right.
Actually, while drugging my mother to arouse her, I secretly installed a mini
camera to monitor them. Through this surveillance, I discovered my efforts were working. Although
my mother seemed normal for the first few days, after a few days, she started actively pursuing
my father, something he usually did. I knew my mother was fundamentally changing, even if she herself didn't realize it.
However, perhaps my luck was just too incredible, because my father was exhausted from work lately,
so he either rushed through things or rejected my mother's advances. I could clearly
see her dissatisfaction and anxiety on the screen. After several rejections, whether out of pride or something else, my mother stopped
actively pursuing me and instead endured it.
For the next few days after discovering this, I was overjoyed. Sexual desire is like
a raging flood; it can only be channeled, not suppressed. Otherwise, once the dam breaks, it's uncontrollable.
Looking at my mother, I felt I could begin my next plan. I walked closer to the sofa and nudged
her.
"Ah—son, when did you get back? Why didn't you say anything?"
"I told you I was back, but Mom doesn't seem to hear me."
"Oh, I see. Maybe I'm too tired from work these past few days. I'll go
cook dinner ."
Watching my mother get up and head to the kitchen, I thought to myself. Mother, Mother, this is
because of your unsatisfied desires. Sadly, she's completely oblivious.
During dinner, Dad announced some important news: starting next week, he would
be going overseas for a month-long training program. Hearing this, I could clearly sense my mother's
sudden disappointment.
"Then you have to be careful over there."
"I know, don't worry, honey, it's not the first time. Be careful yourself too, and son,
you have to listen to your mother and take good care of her, or I'll give you a piece of my mind when I get back."
"Don't worry, Dad, you can go to your training with peace of mind. I'll definitely listen to Mom and take good care of
her ."
I secretly thought to myself, of course I'll take good care of Mom, I'll use my penis to take good care of her, take her
to the point of ecstasy.
Although I thought this, I wouldn't show it on my face. Mom looked at me and suddenly smiled, probably because
she thought my recent behavior had been quite good, but I didn't care what she thought now.
Because no matter how strict or cold she was, her days of being under my control were not far off.
After dinner, I went to my room early. My parents did the same, going to
their bedroom . I thought they must have a lot to talk about tonight. Would they make love like crazy tonight?
With all these questions in mind, I turned on the webcam and found that they were just hugging each other, lip-syncing
, probably whispering sweet nothings. At that moment, Mom's face was flushed, very cute. Seeing Mom
constantly rubbing her feet, I knew that Mom was definitely sexually aroused, but what puzzled me
was that they were just talking and didn't make love. So I quickly plugged in my headphones, turning the volume up to the maximum
so I could hear them clearly . Sounds began to fill my ears. I'd timed it perfectly; I heard Dad say to Mom , "I really don't feel safe leaving such a beautiful wife at home. Don't you dare cheat on me, haha." "You rascal, you're getting more and more indecent as you get older! What are you saying? And you, you shouldn't be fooling around outside." They laughed as they spoke. No wonder Mom didn't actively pursue him; she was hiding her desires so her husband could focus on his training. What a good wife, I thought to myself. But Mom, Mom. What you're doing is exactly what I wanted. If you hadn't been holding back and had released your pent-up desires, maybe there would still be a chance to turn things around. But now, you're clearly losing control, yet you're still forcing yourself. How could I not take you this time, after all this help from God? In the days leading up to Dad's business trip, I didn't drug Mom again, even though Dad wasn't home occasionally. However, I was afraid that if Mom couldn't resist in the end, I would lose out. My dear Mom, you must hold back these next few days, control your desires, and wait for me to develop you, I thought to myself. At the same time, I decided to start my plan after Dad left, and try to completely conquer this beauty, Mom, before he returned . Finally, the Sunday that Dad was leaving arrived. Mom and I went to the airport to see him off. Before leaving, Dad said to Mom affectionately, "Take good care of yourself while I'm gone." "Yes, you too." Looking at them, I felt a surge of jealousy for some reason. Dad, oh Dad, I think this is the last time you'll get this kind of response. I guess you'll never have the chance again. After returning home, Mom seemed a little lost without Dad, but I was so excited I could hardly contain myself. Of course, I couldn't show it. "Son, Mom's on night shift tomorrow. Make yourself something to eat, do do your homework, understand?" Suddenly, my mother's stern voice rang out. Judging from her tone, she seemed to be in a bad mood. As the saying goes, women who suppress their sexual desire for too long become restless and anxious, and it's absolutely true. However, I wasn't unhappy at all; on the contrary, I was unusually excited. I'd decided—tomorrow! Tomorrow I'd start carrying out this plan, and once I did, there would be no turning back. That night, I went to bed early because tomorrow would be the day that would change the course of my and my mother's lives, and it was the first step in achieving my goal. I had to take this step well. So, after checking that all the props I needed for tomorrow night were intact, I started to conserve my energy for tomorrow. The next day, as soon as school was over, I rushed home. After checking the house, I found that my mother was indeed not there. There was a note on the table, roughly saying that she had to work tonight and wouldn't be coming home; the food was all prepared and on the table, just need to be heated up. That was the gist of it. I quickly finished dinner, tidied up, and rushed into my room. I put on the face mask, looked at myself in the mirror, and was very satisfied. I named Zhang Feng, also known as Brother Feng. It's very similar to my real name, the purpose being to make my mother more accepting of incest; after all, similar names make it easier to be accepted. I checked the time—it was only 6 PM, still some time before my plan. However, staying home made me restless, so I grabbed my gear and headed to the hospital where my mother worked. Because it was a rural hospital, there weren't many patients, and no emergency cases at night. The shifts were generally uneventful, just for handling emergencies. So, usually one or two nurses were on duty. Oh no! What if my mother was on duty with another nurse today? What if she didn't come home to sleep? What if someone else interfered during my plan? Thinking about this, I cursed myself for being so stupid. My lust had truly clouded my judgment ; I hadn't even thought of something this simple. So I had to sneak into my mother's office to peek at the duty roster. My luck was incredible; this week, except for today when only my mother was on duty, the other days were always with two people, with a note saying " family matters." Apparently, the hospital where my mother works arranges for nurses to work in pairs at night to avoid danger for them. Since even fate is on my side, how could I not succeed? I thought . The hospital wasn't crowded in the evening, but since I had another purpose, I couldn't walk openly in the hospital to avoid being remembered. It would be even worse if my mother saw me. I finally reached the outside of my mother's duty room, used the copied key to enter, and surveyed tonight's battlefield . The room was small. Opening the refrigerator, I found more than one carton of milk, so I took the extra, leaving one carton. Then I used a syringe to inject the aphrodisiac— the maximum dose possible without harming my health, of course . I stuffed my toolbox under the bed, carrying only the tools I might need initially. I secretly placed the camera in a concealed location to record everything that happened tonight, but the angle of the shot was unaffected by the concealed location. After preparing everything, I left the room. Before leaving, I deliberately tampered with the door lock so that it couldn't be locked normally, making it easier for me to act later. Because if I used the key to open the door, I would definitely...

Arousing my mother's suspicion was not what I wanted; I wanted the plan to be as perfect as possible.
I quietly hid in the bushes, patiently waiting for my mother to appear. Time passed second by second,
and I grew increasingly nervous. In this tense atmosphere, a familiar figure finally appeared in my sight—
it was my mother. I saw her wearing a nurse's uniform and cap, walking quietly towards me
. Seeing this, my penis involuntarily stood up.
Following my mother upstairs, I said, "Huh, why isn't the door locked? I remember
locking it when I left." Hearing my mother's doubtful voice, I thought to myself, "Of course, it's your precious son's doing."
I watched as my mother entered the house and closed the door, but no matter how she tried to close it, it would still open with a push.
After a while, I heard a thud from a chair hitting the door. It seemed my mother had given up; even though I wasn't fully developed yet, I could easily push it open with a
chair .
I stood nervously outside. It was exactly 11 PM, and all around was silent. Since this was
the duty room, and only my mother was on duty today, there was no one else around, only a
gentle breeze blowing. A dark and windy night—perfect timing for a crime.
I pressed myself tightly against the door, listening intently for any movement inside, hoping to seize the perfect opportunity. "Sigh—"
A sigh came from inside, followed by the sound of someone getting up and opening the refrigerator. "Huh—?"
It seemed my mother was surprised to find the milk missing. But a few missing cartons were normal; this was the duty room,
not our home. Who knows, someone might have taken it, so I wasn't too worried.
"Glug, glug—" The sound of milk going down her throat reached my ears
. My heart raced, and my face flushed. I was clearly overly nervous.
I quickly took a deep breath to calm my racing heart. Looking at the time, I knew that since I had taken
a large dose this time, my mother would definitely have a strong reaction within five minutes. The time was about right. I
pressed myself against the door and, sure enough, heard moans coming from inside. The drug had clearly taken effect. Judging from
the sounds, the chances of Mom controlling her desire this time were practically zero.
Just as I was about to break down the door and take Mom down, an idea suddenly flashed into my mind.
"Knock, knock, knock—" I knocked on the door. "Who is it?" Mom's voice came from inside, but
it was different from her usual calm and authoritative voice; it was trembling. It was clear
how hard she was struggling to resist her lust.
"It's me, Nurse Wang. I need to talk to you."
"Ah, just a moment, I'll be right there."
Mom didn't even ask what it was about. I hadn't given my name and had gotten away with it. And it was so late,
yet she hadn't even said it was too late and we could talk tomorrow. It seemed Mom wasn't thinking like usual. The power of
lust was indeed strong.

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