Underwear Adventure

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Chapter One: First Encounter

Opening the locked drawer, the small drawer, less than fifty centimeters square, was surprisingly crammed with all sorts of women
's underwear. Hundreds of sexy pieces, enough to make any man's heart flutter, were neatly arranged in
the drawer. This was all my treasured collection accumulated over the years—my underwear kingdom.

I cared for my collection like a pet, and I knew the owner of each piece of underwear. Whenever I
played with them, it was as if I were entwined with their owners—how intoxicating!

The reason I developed such an inextricable connection with women's underwear dates back to when I was twelve years old. My
aunt, who had immigrated to the United States many years ago, returned to Taiwan to visit my mother and stayed at our home for more than half a month. My aunt had always
been the most beautiful in the family, and after many years, she had indeed become even more mature and stunningly beautiful.

I never imagined that I, only in fifth grade, would have such inappropriate thoughts about my aunt! But thoughts were one thing,
actions another. Just then, something on the back balcony caught my eye—my aunt's
underwear.

Women's underwear is something you see on the back balcony every day; it's not a big deal. But in the past
, I'd only ever seen the underwear of the two women in my family—my mother and sister. My mother's underwear was always
simple, not fancy, just comfortable. My sister was still young then, and her underwear was all girlish and
not attractive at all. Because of this, I considered women's underwear just ordinary clothes. But after seeing my
aunt's underwear, I was completely stunned.

Transparent, soft gauze, beautiful lace trim, and a sexy, see-through design—I wondered
what such underwear could possibly cover? But this was exactly what my aunt wore every day!

And so, my aunt's underwear became my first collection. Even by today's standards, my
aunt's underwear at the time was quite avant-garde. And so, women's underwear plunged me into an abyss
from which I could never escape.

Among my collection, aside from a few pieces from my mother and sister (partly because the styles weren't very appealing
, and partly because I was afraid of attracting their attention, so I only occasionally played with them in the bathroom, or even used them for masturbation
, but didn't collect them), most came from my neighbor's apartment.

Whether it was coincidence or fate, because there was a private girls' college across the street from my house, the landlord rented the apartment to female students long-term. Because of this, a whole row of women's underwear
could almost always be seen on the back balcony . Of course, girls in their early twenties wouldn't wear overly sexy or revealing underwear, but occasionally, some stunning pieces would appear. I habitually peeked out from the back balcony every day , and once I spotted my prey, I never missed. As a result, in just five years, I collected hundreds of sexy pieces of underwear. I can even vaguely remember the pure and lovely faces of their owners—they were truly irresistible! But the thing I least wanted to happen actually happened last month. The homeowner, desperate for money, sold the house. Looking at the drawer full of underwear, the thought of losing my supply naturally dampened my spirits. The new neighbors next door had moved in a week ago; my mother said it was a woman in her early forties with a boy of about fifteen or sixteen. Hearing this, my heart sank. A forty-year-old woman—wasn't she similar to my mother ? Looking at my mother, I could probably guess what the new neighbor looked like and what kind of underwear she wore. That day, I reluctantly went to the back balcony. Perhaps out of habit, I leaned over the iron railing, wanting to see if the new neighbor, that forty-year-old woman, was wearing underwear that differed from my mother's . An unbelievable thing happened! Good heavens! These were…women's underwear! These were real underwear ! I almost screamed with joy. Yes, the underwear I'd been waiting for finally reappeared. I'd always assumed a forty-year-old woman wore the same boring, unattractive underwear as my mother, but our new neighbor was surprisingly a woman of exceptional taste. Black, purple, dark red, apple green—underwear in all sorts of colors hung under the eaves, swaying in the breeze, and my mood soared along with it. For years, I'd thought my aunt's underwear was the epitome of style , but now, even sexier, more romantic, even slightly obscene underwear appeared on the back balcony of a forty-year-old woman's house. The owner of the underwear quickly piqued my interest. You know, underwear reflects the person, and the person reflects the underwear; if the two differ too much, the underwear loses its charm, so I wanted to meet her. Unexpectedly, it happened again—before I even went to her, she came to my door. When I first saw her, it was hard to associate her with those sexy lingerie pieces. It wasn't because she was ugly; quite the opposite, her beautiful face and tall figure were stunning . Although upon closer inspection, she wasn't as young as before, the undeniable femininity she exuded made her look younger. The reason lay in her clothes. A noble and elegant dress gave her an air of unapproachability, a stark contrast to her lewd and sexy lingerie. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed those were her underwear! "Hello, young man, my surname is Zhang, your new neighbor. Please take care of me." She was the Aunt Zhang I would later call "in public," and "godmother" in private! Chapter Two: Lost Wind I didn't like the title of "underwear thief." Although I was indeed an underwear thief, in the five years I had been "committing crimes," I had never been caught. However, this myth was ultimately shattered. Ever since I first saw Aunt Zhang's underwear, I've been obsessed, spending all my time on the back balcony staring at the underwear she hangs on the rack. I even meticulously recorded all her underwear, noting the pattern, color, and style of every bra, pantyhose, stockings, and sexy nightgown. For a whole month , I counted, and discovered she had over thirty sets of various underwear, not even including those...

It hadn't been worn yet.

Finally, I made up my mind to steal Aunt Zhang's first pair of panties, because that purple, silky, sexy
panty was just too tempting, as if beckoning to me, saying, "Steal me, steal me!"

The panty was successfully stolen.

That very day, I used this new item to cover my penis and masturbated for a full three hours, ejaculating four or
five times. This was an experience I had never had before, and it was enough to show its endless charm!

As the saying goes, once is never enough. Usually, I don't target the same person repeatedly in a short period of time, because it's
easy to attract their attention, but Aunt Zhang's panties were just too alluring, making me like an addict, unable
to extricate myself. So, I made the first mistake of my life, stealing four of her sexy panties in a row.

Just as I was about to steal for the fourth time, a woman's voice came from the next room: "So it was
you. I've been waiting for you for so long."

The truth had come out, and I had no choice but to find a way to resolve the situation. Hopefully, Aunt Zhang would forgive my
youthful ignorance, considering my young age! With the underwear I'd stolen from her balcony over the past few days and a heart full of fear, I arrived at her
door, bracing myself for the merciless punishment… What if she didn't accept my apology and insisted on calling the police?
I might go to jail!! Oh God! What should I do?

Just as I hesitated at her door, the door opened from the inside.

"Aren't you coming in? What are you doing standing outside?"

Aunt Zhang smiled kindly, urging me to enter. Outside, my legs went weak with fear; I didn't
know if I'd ever come out once I stepped inside.

"I…I'm sorry…I shouldn't have…I was indecent…I…"

In my panic, tears welled up in my eyes. To my surprise, Aunt Zhang came out of the kitchen with extra hot tea and asked me
to have a cup with her. Was this my last meal? I stood there, stunned, watching the kind Aunt Zhang fill my cup
, wondering what she was up to.

I placed the four stolen pairs of underwear on the tea, keeping my head down, not daring to look her in the eye.

"Drink up! It won't taste good if it gets cold."

"Aunt Zhang... these underwear..."

She seemed to deliberately avoid mentioning the underwear, but since the four pairs were already on the table, I had no choice but to pick them up
.

"You like the underwear I wear?"

I nodded.

"Besides these, I suppose you have other women's underwear in your house?"

She saw right through me, and I had no choice but to agree.

"So you're an underwear collector. It seems we're kindred spirits."

What? Did I hear that right? She actually said "we're kindred spirits"? Unable to contain my curiosity, I looked up at her for the first time
.

"Finally, I don't have to look at your head when I talk to you."

"You said...we're kindred spirits...what does that mean?"

She picked up the purple panties in her hand, examining them closely, her seriousness no less than mine, but this
was rare for a woman.

"These panties, I asked a friend to buy them in Paris, they're a designer piece! Don't let the lack of fabric fool you
, they cost me a lot of money. These black panties, I bought them at a boutique in Japan..."

Good heavens, she knew every single pair of panties like the back of her hand, even their origins!
What else could they be but kindred spirits? No wonder she had so many underwear, and each piece was so alluring;
the charm of underwear is probably irresistible even to women.

"Actually, I noticed when you stole my first pair of underwear, but we're both into that, and I didn't want to make things difficult for
you. But think about it, I cherish my underwear like you cherish your collection. If I didn't stop
you, I'm afraid I'd suffer a huge loss."

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I won't do it again."

"By the way, what did you do with my underwear after you stole it?"

Why did she suddenly ask such an embarrassing question? If I told her I used her underwear to cover my penis for masturbation
, she'd kill me! Turning her head, she actually picked up the underwear, sniffed it, and
a strange smile appeared on her face.

"You little brat, you actually used my underwear to masturbate!! Don't deny it, the underwear is covered in
the stench of your semen."

I was speechless and could only let her scold me, but she wasn't angry. Instead, she looked at me with a smile.

"Why are all you boys like this? Even my son is no exception."

"What? Your son too...take your...take it..."

"Yes."

I never imagined even Aunt Zhang's own son would be interested in her underwear. Great minds think alike.

"Although I don't want to make things difficult for you, I can't let this one go so easily."

"What do you want?"

"From now on, you're punished by coming to my house every day to keep me company."

I couldn't believe my ears. What kind of punishment was this? It was practically a reward! Even more unexpectedly
, she actually gave me all four pairs of underwear.

"Take them if you like! Consider it a gift from me. Please take care of me in the future."

And so, my first encounter with Aunt Zhang ended in an atmosphere filled with surprise and joy, thus
beginning our unbreakable bond.

Chapter Three: My Godmother

A month passed, and I visited Aunt Zhang's house every day. She always
greeted me warmly, like a kind older sister next door. It was unexpected that Aunt Zhang, also forty years old, was so different from my mother. My mother
was a typical middle-aged woman, while Aunt Zhang looked like a newlywed. Sometimes I even fantasized about
how wonderful it would be if Aunt Zhang were my mother! Thinking of this, I couldn't help but feel envious and jealous of Aunt Zhang's son.

She told me that her son was a year or two younger than me, but much taller. He had moved here a few
days ago but then went back to his school dormitory in the south for the start of the semester, so we hadn't seen each other. As for why she was single
, she didn't explain, and I was too embarrassed to ask.

Aunt Zhang's kindness and charm quickly drew me into her gentle trap; sometimes I even missed dinner...
I ate with her, and she said she and her son rarely saw each other, and my company made her feel at home.

"How about I become your godson? Let me take care of you."

This sudden idea surprised her, but she readily agreed, on the only condition
that we address each other as mother and son in private, but in public, I could only call her Aunt Zhang.

"From now on, your godmother will treat you like her own son, and I hope you will
treat me like your own mother. Don't be like my heartless son, who left without a word..."

I didn't know why, but every time my godmother mentioned her son, her face always showed
a mixture of joy and sadness.

"Don't worry, godmother, I'll treat you ten times better than I would my own mother. If you don't mind,
I'll call you Mom from now on."

My godmother, perhaps overwhelmed with emotion, hugged me tightly, repeatedly calling out, "My good
son, my sweet son, my darling."

From then on, I had two homes. My mother, who had never cared much for me, now seemed to have found a sense
of belonging. Sometimes I even thought my godmother's home was my real home.

Perhaps my godmother only approached me because she was lonely, but my feelings for her were much more complex. Because of
the underwear, Aunt Zhang became my godmother, but although I truly treated her like my own mother,
whenever I saw her beautiful face, graceful figure, and undeniable femininity, an evil desire
welled up from the depths of my heart, difficult to suppress.

Every night, I could only relieve my unbearable lust by masturbating with the few pairs of underwear she gave me, but
how long could this last? I seriously doubted.

Several times, I found several pairs of dirty underwear in my godmother's bathroom. For a man
, these were priceless treasures. A few strands of her pubic hair were still stuck to the underwear, and the yellowish crotch emitted a strong, fishy
stench—was it urine or feces? I couldn't resist licking the secretions off the underwear, then sitting on the toilet and masturbating
…

My godmother had already given me her most cherished underwear; I had no reason to steal hers again. But
the allure of underwear was like a bottomless abyss, never satisfied. But even if I stole all her underwear
, what then? Instead of stealing, why not… let her offer it to me herself…

It was a strange idea, but the more I thought about it, the more sense it made. But how?

I thought of her son.

I remembered her saying that her son had been using her underwear to masturbate since he was ten. But as a mother
, how could she tolerate her son using her underwear to masturbate, and for so many years? If I could find
out the reason, wouldn't I be able to do the same thing!

"Are you still masturbating with my underwear?"

That night, she suddenly asked this embarrassing question, and I nodded.

"Mom, your underwear is so tempting, even just looking at it can make a man's lust burn."

"So, you've had your hands on my body too!"

I didn't expect to get such a thing out of her with just one sentence, but my godmother's question seemed to have a hidden meaning.

"Why did you suddenly ask about this?"

"Nothing. I just suddenly realized that if it weren't for my underwear, I wouldn't have a
good son like you. So, I really have to thank those old clothes."

"Mom... I have a favor to ask, but I don't know if I should say it?"

"We're family now, there's nothing to be embarrassed about."

"I want to... see Mom's collection... Mom's underwear."

It was indeed a strange request, but my godmother didn't refuse and led me into her room. I've been to my godmother's room
many times. Although I know all her underwear is kept in each wardrobe, I've never had the chance
to see it for myself. Now that she's asked, she can't refuse, even though showing her godson her
underwear is quite embarrassing.

She opened the large sandalwood wardrobe by the window. It had twenty small drawers. She randomly opened one
, revealing several bras and neatly folded panties. If each drawer
contained five pairs of underwear, the wardrobe would have over a hundred sets—several times more than I'd expected
.

"It's all here. Take your time looking! Be careful not to mess it up."

Perhaps out of embarrassment, she turned and left. And me? If I could look in a mirror,
I'd see a pair of bright eyes and a grinning mouth. Good heavens, this is a treasure trove!!

Chapter Four: Confession

An hour later, I walked out of my godmother's room with a motherly smile. She was sitting on the sofa, seemingly
having waited for me for a long time.

"How was it? Didn't disappoint you?"

"More than that! It was an eye-opener!"

I exaggeratedly described my inner emotions, and my godmother listened with a smile. Her wardrobe was practically a mini
lingerie museum, with everything imaginable.

"It's so nice to be a woman, to be able to wear such beautiful lingerie and panties."

"What? This is the first time I've heard of such a thing. However, it's not because I like wearing sexy lingerie that
I love these kinds of clothes. Otherwise… anyway, no matter how beautiful or sexy lingerie is, it's just clothing
, what's the difference between it and socks?"

I knew my godmother's words had a hidden meaning; she clearly had something difficult to say, and this was the secret I wanted to know.

"I don't understand. If you don't like them, why do you have so many underwear? And why are they all
so sexy and flashy? My mom's underwear is barely better than a flour sack. Could it be because of
... a man?... Your husband? Am I right?"

"Half right. But I have to tell you, I divorced a long time ago. Come to think of it, I've been single for about ten
years."

"The only man in your family... could it be...?"

"Stop guessing."

"You once said your son also masturbates with your underwear, could it be because..."

"I said stop guessing! Godmother is a little tired and wants to rest. You should go home."

"I'm sorry, Mom, I misspoke."

"It's not your fault. I'll let you know why when I get the chance."

Just as I expected, the reason lay with her son. A son masturbating with his mother's underwear, plus
a mother buying sexy lingerie to provide for her son's masturbation—what an interesting picture
!

Chapter Five: Happy Birthday

My godmother's birthday is March 20th, the last day of Pisces. People born on this day possess
the extremely emotional personality of Pisces, combined with a touch of Aries' impulsiveness, often doing unexpected
things. But conversely, if someone makes a special move towards her, they can also gain unexpected
rewards.

"Happy Birthday!"

My godmother was startled when she opened the door by my sudden "Happy Birthday." I appeared at her door with a birthday cake
and a mysterious little gift, making her very happy.

"Come to think of it, I've been celebrating my birthday alone for five years now. By the way, you little devil, how
did you know it was my birthday today?"

I scratched my head and had to confess that I had accidentally seen her ID card on her vanity.

"Oh dear! Now you've discovered my age too, that's a woman's biggest secret!"

"Don't worry, godmother, you don't look like a forty-year-old woman at all..."

My godmother tapped my head with her finger to shut me up, but I could tell she was
flattered by my unexpected birthday wishes. She personally cooked a delicious meal and opened a bottle of red wine, saying she wanted to
make up for the past five years' worth of celebrations. And so, we ate, drank, and chatted, and before we knew it, the bottle of wine
was gone.

"Oh, right, godmother, I have another gift for you. I went to great lengths to get this."

A beautifully packaged little box, almost weightless in her hand, was opened by her godmother with a hint of curiosity
. Her face immediately lit up with a mixture of joy and shyness.

"Although I know godmother wears designer clothes, this is all I can afford with my allowance..."

She held up a pair of bright red lace panties. The almost transparent panties only had
a single blooming rose embroidered in red thread on the crotch area. I bought it from an adult mail order. Although
it couldn't compare to her other panties in terms of style or material, it would definitely look
incredibly sexy on her.

"This is the best birthday present I've ever received!"

Tears welled in her eyes as she clutched the panties tightly, unable to contain her excitement.

"Godmother...are you alright? It's just a cheap pair of underwear..."

"No, no, no, this is more precious than any designer brand."

"Do you wear it often?"

"Of course! I absolutely love it! I never knew you had such good taste, you truly are an underwear collector
."

My godmother hugged me tightly and planted a deep kiss on my forehead. I smelled
the fragrance and scent of alcohol emanating from her, and suddenly my heart fluttered. Coupled with her deep kiss, I suddenly had
the urge to kiss her.

"Godmother...I...I...can I kiss you?"

My godmother looked at me, her face slightly flushed, then closed her eyes without saying a word,
her lips slightly parted. Was she hinting at something? My heart was pounding, my palms were sweating, and my godmother was still holding me tightly
. What should I do...?

Suddenly, my godmother's moist, soft lips pressed against mine, then quickly pulled away. Though it was only a fleeting
touch, it truly shook my heart! My godmother had kissed me first!

"Thank you! Thank you for everything you've done for me today."

We sat on the large sofa in the living room. My slightly tipsy godmother nestled against my shoulder like a docile Persian cat.
Although it wasn't the first time we'd been so close, I felt unusually excited.

"Want to hear a story from your godmother?"

"You mean…"

"My story. Haven't you always been curious?"

"But every time I asked, you got angry. Why are you telling me today?"

"Because only today did I find my real son, and that person is you."

"What? I'm getting more and more confused. What about your biological son?"

"I don't know where he is. But the reason I moved here is actually to hide from him."

"Hide from your own son?"

"Well, isn't this story fascinating?"

And so, my godmother spent the entire evening recounting an unbelievable family tragedy to me
.
Chapter Six: The Birth of a Tragedy

At seventeen, I gave birth to my son, Zizai, the product of a night of passion with my boyfriend.
Tragically, Zizai's father disappeared without a trace. My ex-husband was my high school classmate. He
had secretly loved me during our school days. We met again at a class reunion. After learning of my plight, he felt immense sympathy for me, which deeply moved me. He proposed, and I married him
without hesitation . We enjoyed a happy marriage for a time, but because we couldn't conceive , he began to feel resentful of Zizai's existence, and this resentment grew stronger over time. Ultimately, we divorced. At that time, Zizai was only five years old, while I was still a woman without the ability to support myself. I had no choice but to leave Zizai with my brother's family to be raised by others, while I passed the exam to become a flight attendant and flew to countries all over the world... During this time, because of my work, I rarely contacted them. My brother and sister-in-law always treated Zizai like their own son, so I felt at ease. I even planned to send Zizai to my brother to be adopted . But things didn't go as planned. My brother's business failed, and he incurred a large debt. Unable to support himself , he could no longer afford to raise Zizai, so he asked me to take Zizai back. That's why I quit my job as a flight attendant and returned home.

I settled in Taiwan.

It had been seven years since I'd seen my biological son. I was surprised to find he was already in the first year of junior high
school, tall and handsome, a spitting image of his father.

Facing me, the mother who had abandoned him when he was young, Zizi seemed very distant and shy. I rented an
apartment and began to rebuild our mother-son relationship.

For the first few months after our reunion, Zizi treated me like a stranger. After school, he would
lock himself in his room until dinnertime. I tried to communicate with him, but the situation didn't improve
. Ultimately, it was my fault; how could I blame my son? And so,
this ambiguous relationship between us lasted for more than six months.

Until Mother's Day that year, when I came home from work, I unexpectedly found a gift on my bedside table: a
card and a bouquet of carnations. This unexpected gift became the turning point for my son and me, breaking through our cold relationship.
In the card, my son revealed his feelings and thoughts over the past six months.

I initially thought he was angry with me for not fulfilling my responsibilities as a mother, but it turned out that wasn't the
case at all. I had been overthinking it; otherwise, our mother-son relationship would have been resolved six months ago.

"Mom, I don't know how to express my feelings for you, because to me, you've always been a
stranger to me. When I found out that my mother was actually my aunt, the shock was
immense, and I couldn't accept it at first. But when I saw you, an inexplicable feeling told
me that you are my real mother. I didn't know how to call a stranger 'Mom,' so I
was conflicted. I could only hide my true feelings and avoid you every day, but I want to tell you, Mom
, I love you."

In this way, all the knots in my heart were untied, and from then on, my son Zizai truly returned to my
side.

Time flies, and two years have passed. Zizai is already a young man, sixteen years old, tall and strong
, which makes me very happy. For the past two years, Zizai has been my biggest pillar. Just when it seemed that our happy days as mother and son were about to arrive, a sudden accident changed
our relationship again . Chapter Seven: An Unexpected Turn of Events At eight o'clock in the morning, after Zizai finished his class, I took the sweeping tools as usual and cleaned the whole house. Zizai has always loved cleanliness; his room is always the tidiest and cleanest spot in the house. I sat on Zizai 's bed, looking around. The spotless room left me with no room to exert myself. I happened to glance at a photo on the bedside table. It was a picture of my son and me taken during a trip to southern Taiwan last year. Zizai always praised me for looking radiant in the photo. Even though he's already a sixteen-year-old boy, he still insists on keeping the photo of us on his bedside table, which deeply moved me. Flipping through the photo album on the table, besides Zizai himself, it was filled with her pictures. The thick album contained not a single girl his age. I had asked Zizai about this before, and he simply told me in his usual playful tone, "In my heart, no woman can compare to Mom. Mom is the most beautiful and gentle goddess." Looking at Zizai's handsome face in the album, and recalling his praise, a knowing smile unconsciously appeared on my lips. I love Zizai more than anything, not only because he is my own flesh and blood, but also because of his understanding nature, which always makes her feel like the happiest mother in the world. Zizai is the most carefully crafted masterpiece of my life, and he seems to understand his mother's intentions perfectly, never letting her down. Because of this, I am willing to sacrifice everything for Zizai, to do anything. In the afternoon, the weather became unusually hot. Unfortunately, the only air conditioner in the house had broken down the other day. Living on the top floor, I couldn't stand the heat and decided to take a cold shower. Sure enough, the icy water felt refreshing. I only intended to soak in the tub for a short rest before getting up , but I actually fell asleep in the tub. A series of hurried footsteps rushed from the doorway to the bathroom, and the sound of the door opening startled me awake. When I opened my eyes, I saw Zizai standing naked in front of me. After a moment, I realized that I was also lying naked in the tub. To make matters worse, I hadn't even brought any clean underwear into the bathroom, so I could only cover my genitals and breasts with my hands. "I'm...I'm sorry...It was hot outside, I rushed home to take a shower, I didn't know..." "No, it's my fault, I fell asleep in the bathtub without realizing it." The mother and son looked at each other awkwardly, occasionally catching a glimpse of each other's naked bodies. Although they were very close, they were both adults, and facing a mature naked body, even mother and son couldn't help but blush and feel their hearts race. Just as Zizai was about to leave the bathroom, I called out to him: "Do me a favor, go to my room and get some underwear for Mom to wear..." Only then did Zizai realize that his mother hadn't even prepared any clothes. He went to his mother's room and opened her wardrobe. Colorful panties and bras were neatly arranged in front of him. Not knowing which one to take, he closed his eyes and grabbed a pair of panties and a bra at random before running to the bathroom. He handed me the underwear through the crack in the door, I said thank you, and then closed the door again. "Mom, are you alright? Why aren't you coming out yet?" I sat on the edge of the bathtub in the bathroom, holding the underwear my son had just brought in, but I hesitated to put it on. Apparently, in his haste, he'd grabbed a pair of panties he and his boyfriend used for flirting in the bedroom—pink sheer fabric with sexy lace trim, so small they barely covered anything. How could I possibly walk out of the bathroom and into front of my son wearing that? But I couldn't stay in the bathroom forever either. This left me in a dilemma, completely at a loss. Hearing my son calling from outside, if I didn't go out soon, he might think something had happened and rush in. My only option was to pretend to be calm and walk out. The door opened, and I walked out nonchalantly, still wearing the sexy pink sheer panties, without looking back.

She rushed straight into the room, completely unaware of how her son would perceive this scene.

Indeed, her mother emerged from the bathroom, dressed in a sexy outfit, shocking Zizai outside the door. He stared intently
at her sexy underwear and her alluring figure, as if watching a pornographic
drama.

Entering the bathroom, Zizai gazed at the bathtub filled with the liquid that had soaked his mother's body all afternoon, and suddenly
a wicked thought arose: he jumped into the tub, soaking himself in the liquid that had just bathed every inch of his mother's skin
. He longed to smell the lingering fragrance of his mother's body, remembering
how every drop of water had intimately flowed over her cheeks, her breasts, and her genitals. He wanted to use this water
to make the closest possible contact with his mother's body.

Finally, he masturbated in the bathtub and ejaculated in the water where he had once intimately touched her…

This was something Zizai told me about later.

Recalling that embarrassing scene, I was filled with shame. How could I
hold my head up in front of my child? But then I calmed myself and thought, I am Zizai's mother, and his body is also
flesh and blood given to me by me. Why should I blush over seeing his private parts? Besides, why should I
feel ashamed for letting my son see me wearing sexy underwear?

Thinking this, I couldn't help but smile at myself in the mirror. Looking at my graceful figure, I didn't
look like the mother of a sixteen-year-old boy at all. It should be Zizai, not me, who should be blushing.

At the dinner table, mother and son tried to avoid each other's gaze, just eating with their heads down. They were
like children who had done something wrong, and any glance would expose their embarrassment.

Although the days passed one by one, the accidental incident that happened that afternoon was not
forgotten. On the contrary, it spread quietly through our bodies like a virus.

Everything seemed to return to normal. As usual, after Zizai left, I cleaned the house again—a task
I'd been doing for over two years, so familiar with it that I could do it with my eyes closed. But today was different.
She'd accidentally found a woman's panty under Zizai's pillow.

Pink sheer fabric, sexy lace trim—I recognized it immediately as
the panty I'd worn that afternoon when I'd walked in front of my son like a slut. How it ended up under Zizai's pillow, I had no idea
. Examining the panty closely, I found it covered in stains of filth, emitting a
foul odor. I'm a grown woman, after all, and I was certain that Zizai had been
masturbating with my own panty these past few days.

This conclusion shocked even myself. My lively and cheerful Zizai was using his own panty to masturbate—a
scene I'd never imagined.

Thinking back, ever since that accident that afternoon, Zizai has indeed been behaving strangely
. Although he tries his best to appear natural, he can't escape my notice as his mother. This
explains why I've been feeling like someone's peeping at me while I'm showering lately. I initially thought I was being overly sensitive,
but there's no one else at home besides Zizai. I called out several times, but there was still silence outside.
So, I decided to test my wild guess.

After dinner, I went into the bathroom to shower, pretending the door was accidentally left open
, leaving a tiny crack for peeping.

While showering, I deliberately turned my back to the crack, but placed a small mirror in front of me so I could clearly
see who was spying outside. Sure enough, soon after, I saw a figure moving outside—it was none other
than Zizai.

Zizai has become infatuated with me. It's not just a son's love for his mother; it also includes a man's
infatuation with a mature and alluring woman's body. In Zizai's mind, I have transcended the simple role of a mother and
become the object of his fantasies.

Learning the truth didn't bring me relief; on the contrary, it made my heart even heavier. I love
Zizai more than myself; I can give everything for my son without complaint, but I never thought that this would include
my own body.

That night, I couldn't sleep. All I could think about was Zizai playing with my underwear and
masturbating. But strangely enough, I didn't feel angry at all; I even felt a little excited. At that
moment, my hands seemed to have a mind of their own, involuntarily sliding into my underwear… When I came to my senses, I found that
my underwear was already soaked…

Chapter Eight: Tormented by Love

I originally thought my godmother's story would be a dry and boring recollection, but unexpectedly, it unearthed a little-known
mother-son romance. The plot became increasingly suspenseful and somewhat taboo, but my godmother always glossed over it briefly at crucial moments
. Even so, it already made my heart itch. Let alone her son, Zizai, even if it were
me, facing this beautiful, graceful mother every day, it would be hard not to have impure thoughts.

My godmother paused for a while; the following developments seemed to make her a little embarrassed, so she hesitated to speak
. I am a considerate man, and although I really wanted to hear the whole story, I still took the initiative to stop her.

Sure enough, my godmother was deeply moved by my actions, which reminded me of her beloved son, Zizai. She
nestled tightly in my arms, wanting me to hold her close, because she intended to finish her story, and what followed
might stir her emotions…

And so, the story of incest between a mother and son began to unfold from my godmother's lips.

Since discovering Zizai's love for his mother, my godmother had become somewhat uneasy. Reason told her
she should talk things out with Zizai to prevent him from sinking deeper, but her selfish soul thought otherwise.
Her son's infatuation was a good thing; this way, she could completely possess him and never have to
worry about him being seduced by a young, beautiful girl and losing her precious child.

Although my godmother had her own plans, Zizai wanted more than just emotional love; he also had physical
sexual needs. My godmother was well aware of this, but what she couldn't let go of was the unresolved issue of her mother…
Because of her son's relationship with her, she was prepared to sacrifice everything for him, but she didn't want to implicate him in incest
. In this helpless situation, the godmother could only try her best to satisfy her son's desires, providing
him with any material he could use for sexual fantasies to capture his heart.

With this naive idea in mind, the godmother began to go to great lengths to dress herself up. Already
beautiful, and with a sexy figure, her innocent attire already captivated countless men
, let alone her more alluring outfits.

Her skirts grew shorter and shorter, her clothes became less revealing and more flamboyant, even her pajamas were as thin as gauze
, and her underwear was extremely provocative. Transparent, short, sexy, and provocative styles of close-fitting underwear
filled her wardrobe within just a few weeks, all to attract her son's attention and provide him
with more and more stimulating masturbation tools.

Sure enough, under his godmother's skillful arrangement, Zizai was gradually falling into her pink trap
. The godmother noticed that the clean underwear she deliberately left in the bathroom after showering would mysteriously disappear,
only to reappear a few days later. During those days of disappearance, the godmother could almost picture Zizai sniffing her underwear
, even licking the remaining secretions, while masturbating with unrestrained pleasure.

Strangely enough, every time she thought of this, the godmother would become unusually excited, even experiencing the urge to masturbate .
Overcome with desire, she longed to rush to Zizai right then and there, spread her legs, and shout to him, "Come on
! My good son, if you want to lick, lick mine directly. What's the fun in licking a piece of cloth?" But how
could a mother say such things to her son?

Just as his godmother had predicted, Zizai was already deeply trapped in the snare his mother had set, whether intentionally or unintentionally, and found it difficult to extricate himself. Ever since the first time he masturbated with his mother's sexy underwear, Zizai had been indulging in this fantasy game
of sex and love .
Knowing full well that using his mother as the object of sexual fantasy was a despicable and vulgar act, and that stealing her
underwear to use as a masturbation tool made him even more uneasy, the taboo nature of the matter only fueled his
deepest desires. Sometimes, he would even use his mother's underwear to wrap his penis and masturbate, imagining that what covered his penis
wasn't just a piece of cloth, but his mother's soft, moist vagina…

Lost in this forbidden game, Zizai seemed unaware that it all came so easily.
He could always get his mother's freshly changed underwear from the bathroom, and the balcony was always adorned with flashy, sexy bras
, stockings, and panties. Whenever he showed even a hint of voyeuristic desire, his mother would
unintentionally cross her legs, revealing everything beneath her tight skirt to him without any concealment.

But it all came too easily, and the clever Zizai couldn't help but suspect that his naturally clean mother
would carelessly leave her most intimate underwear lying around in the bathroom. Why would someone as dignified and virtuous as her dress so revealingly? What made
him even more suspicious was that his mother had become completely unguarded to him. Not only did she always forget to close the door when showering or using the toilet, but she
also napped in only a light shirt and underwear, sprawled out on the living room sofa, giving him ample
time to feast his eyes on her body.

To verify his suspicions, Zizai decided to take a daring step.

In the past, Zizai had only used his mother's body and clothing as tools for his fantasies; all his transgressions
were limited to visual. If it was just his imagination, his mother wouldn't feel anything. But if his
mother was already aware of and condoned his disrespect and transgressions, then he could certainly
extend the transgression to physical contact.

At two in the morning, Zizai tiptoed into his godmother's room. His godmother was sleeping on her side. After confirming she
was fast asleep, Zizai gently lifted the hem of her nightgown. Although only faint moonlight filtered into the room
, his godmother's two shapely, long legs immediately captivated him. He couldn't resist tracing
the lines of her legs upwards, his hand reaching into the sensitive inner thigh. His godmother's body trembled slightly, and Zizai
quickly withdrew his hand. Seeing that his godmother seemed unaffected, he then reached out to touch her full breasts.

Before going to bed, his mother took off her bra. Her soft, elastic breasts seemed to possess a magical power, instantly drawing his hand
to them. Zizai boldly pinched one lightly, then gently teased the slightly protruding nipple with his fingertips. The feeling
was unlike anything he had ever experienced. He wanted to roar with excitement, even to tear off the cumbersome nightgown and
devour his mother's breasts with abandon…

At dawn, his godmother sat on the edge of the bed, stroking the semen Zizai had ejaculated on her thigh. Her thoughts were
somewhat chaotic. She had naively thought that a few pairs of underwear and voyeurism could solve this troublesome
problem, but who knew that young people's desires had no limits? Once easily obtained, they would want
more!

She woke up in the dark to find a trembling hand caressing her breasts. Looking closer, she
realized it was Zizai.

Despite the dim light in the room, she, as a mother, could feel
the hunger emanating from her son. He wanted to devour her body like a hungry wolf, but the godmother couldn't stop him, nor did she want to. She
had to pretend to be fast asleep, letting Zizai do as he pleased. She squinted,
looking at Zizai's face through the dim light. Good heavens! How much he longed to possess her body, yet he could only suppress his
rising desire, tentatively reaching out his invasive tentacles, lightly touching that forbidden place that had been taboo for over ten years…

If she could, the godmother would undress Zizai, letting him enjoy her body without restraint. But she still
suppressed her impulses, passively accepting any violation from Zizai. Finally, Zizai took out his penis and masturbated
, a stream of hot semen spraying onto her thighs…

The godmother hadn't expected Zizai to do such a thing. Wasn't he afraid of waking her from her dream
? He even ejaculated on her leg right in front of her—could this be a hint? But
what does it represent? Has Zizai already discovered his clever scheme? Yes, it must be, but
the relationship between the mother and son is so ambiguous that neither dares to confess first. Perhaps the two of them...
If one of them were to openly express their feelings first, the situation would change dramatically. But who should speak first? She was quite certain that she and her son loved each other, but how could she, as a mother, bring up
this unblessed, forbidden love, this relationship that had been severely taboo for thousands of years? Perhaps her son only wanted some sexual comfort from her, and his mother was the easiest and most convenient object for him to use . Many teenagers have the experience of masturbating with the women's underwear in their homes; perhaps Zizai was one of them. If she expressed the wrong feelings, it would not only ruin her reputation but also brand her as a harlot. One "perhaps" after another kept the godmother tossing and turning at night. Zizai's sudden probing had indeed disrupted the godmother's naive plan. Chapter Nine: The Bond Between Mother and Son Summer entered its hottest phase, and people seemed to feel the breath of summer, causing their moods to suddenly become restless. Late at night, Zizai was reading at his desk, taking advantage of the cool evening air. His godmother, wearing a thin nightgown, came to his side. Zizai turned his head and was suddenly struck by the sight of his mother's alluring body, barely concealed, causing him to blush and his heart to race. His godmother placed her hands on Zizai's shoulders and gently massaged him. What should have been a tender gesture from his mother became, in Zizai's eyes, the prelude to flirtation. Yes , his mother was teasing him with her body; the transparent nightgown, and the sexy bra and panties underneath, were the best proof. Zizai was almost certain that his mother had come prepared this time. Was she responding specifically to his previous probing? Suddenly, his mother's hands slowly slid down his neck, gently embracing him. Zizai's body jolted as if electrocuted. Then, he felt his mother's soft breasts pressed tightly against his back, gently kneading and rubbing against him. He could even hear his mother's heartbeat, as intense as his own ! Then, the room fell into a deathly silence. Mother and son stood motionless like stiff wax figures. Zizai, like a volcano erupting, suddenly turned and pushed his mother onto the bed. He pounced on her like a hungry tiger, ready to devour his uninvited prey. But his mother, lying paralyzed on the bed, was so calm, as if she had already foreseen her misfortune, or perhaps it was all a trap, and his mother was a tempting lure that he had fallen into headfirst. Zizai used his strong arms to pin down his frail mother. His godmother, panting and trembling, stared wide-eyed at her agitated son. "Zizai...don't do this...let go of Mommy." Zizai seemed not to hear anything, instead kissing his mother's neck and cheeks passionately. At the same time, his hands became restless, lifting his mother's barely-there nightgown and brazenly roaming over her breasts and private parts. Although his godmother kept murmuring for him to let go, her shy tone sounded like provocative words to Zizai , which only fueled his desire and led him to violate his mother more recklessly. "Mom...I love you...let me love you properly..." "Zizai...Mommy loves you too...but...is this okay?" "Heaven knows, earth knows, you know, I know. As long as we don't say anything, who will know?" At this moment, the most primal human desires were testing this mother and son. Zizai was absolutely right. If both of them kept their mouths shut, who would suspect that this reclusive mother and son would commit incest? Zizai's actions grew increasingly brazen. His godmother's pajamas were long gone, her bra unhooked , and her two full breasts were now in his hands, being played with. A mischievous mouth and a playful tongue were licking her nipples, which were already erect with excitement. Her genitals were overflowing with lustful fluids, and even her last line of defense had been unknowingly pulled down to her knees by Zizai. "Is this okay...we're mother and son..." "Can't mother and son love each other?" "Mother and son can love each other, but...can we commit incest?" Suddenly, a strong sense of morality surged through the godmother's heart. She felt she was doing something unforgivable, a mother leading her son down the path of incest. She resolutely pushed Zizai away, ran naked out of the room, leaving a bewildered Zizai sitting helplessly on the bed. He had acted of his own volition, but in the end, he had succumbed to his conscience. Is morality really that important? Incest between mother and son has existed throughout history and across cultures; isn't it just a manifestation of human nature? Since it's a deep-seated human desire, why impose moral codes to suppress the expression of true feelings? Just because they are mother and son, why prevent a child of her own flesh and blood from entering her body again? In the following days, the mother and son acted like strangers, even deliberately avoiding eye contact when they met. The once lively boy became very silent, always locking himself in his room. Although the godmother tried everything to salvage their nearly broken relationship, the boy remained unmoved. The godmother kept wondering if she had really done something wrong. To satisfy her son's sexual fantasies, she was willing to dress like a slut; to provide him with a more convenient outlet, she bought an entire wardrobe of sexy clothes; to make it easier for him to peep, she even displayed her private parts nakedly before him without reservation; all because she didn't want to condemn her son to the eternal sin of incest, she was discarded like trash, not even bothering to look at him properly. Was she really wrong? Days passed, and the relationship between the godmother and her son deteriorated. The godmother's inner turmoil tormented her daily like an invisible shackle, and the once radiant young woman aged considerably. In truth, the godmother didn't understand why she had such a strong reaction that night. If she had simply hardened her heart, closed her eyes, and let her body and soul indulge, temporarily setting aside morality, once everything was settled, there would be no need to worry about the issue of incest. Perhaps it was just a temporary decision, but she still chose to withdraw gracefully. After taking a bath, the godmother wandered around the house thoughtfully. When she came to her senses, however…

She found herself standing outside Zizai's bedroom door. The door was latched, but a faint light shone from inside.
The godmother knew Zizai was still awake, but she wondered what he was doing. Reading? Daydreaming? Or perhaps still occasionally taking
out her sexy panties to masturbate? Had Zizai lost interest in her? Or had the last incident
robbed him of his confidence in loving her?

She gently turned the handle and pushed the door open.

Zizai seemed somewhat surprised to see his mother enter his room again, but before understanding her purpose for tonight
, he chose to remain silent.

"Zizai, Mom wants to talk to you."

"What's there to talk about?" Zizai turned his back, appearing somewhat impatient.

"Last time, Mom didn't mean to push you away, but... you know my difficulties."

"You have difficulties, but don't I? We're mother and son, but so what? Aren't I a man
, and you a woman?"

"That's true, but Mom doesn't want to put you in the wrong position of incest."

Zizai turned and grabbed his mother's hands, shouting excitedly, "I don't mind! I don't care about incest or
not, I only know I love you! I want you!"

The godmother turned her head away, two streams of tears rolling down her cheeks. Hearing her son's heartfelt confession, she felt a pang of sadness;
she seemed to be blaming herself for her past rejection.

"Zizai... my darling... my sweet baby, Mom loves you too..."

"Mom... do you know how much it hurts me to love you... ever since I came back to your side, I can only
secretly love you in the dark. Haven't you ever noticed that I haven't had any girlfriends? I haven't even
given any of them a second glance. Why? It's all because of you! Because my heart is completely filled with you, there's no room for
any other girl. Don't you feel anything at all?"

The bolder Zizai's confession, the more guilty his godmother felt. Her son loved her so deeply;
couldn't she treat him the same way?

"It's not that Mom doesn't understand. Everything Mom has done is for you! Haven't you noticed that Mom has
almost become a different person lately? To satisfy your desires, Mom even dresses like a slut every day. Can you
say I haven't felt anything?"

At this moment, mother and son were like adversaries in court, telling each other everything they had suffered these past few days
. After a heartfelt outpouring, they gradually understood
the sacrifices the other had made. It turned out that the whole problem stemmed from two words: "morality.

" Incest has been taboo since ancient times, but the more taboo something is, the more attractive it becomes
. Do people willingly break the taboo of incest just for momentary selfish desires? Perhaps only those involved
truly understand this question.

The godmother and her son, Zizai, are facing the biggest decision of their lives. They have the motive for incest, and also
sufficient reasons to support their incestuous relationship. They love each other, transcending the limitations of age, and now they must transcend
morality and ethics, because they firmly believe that love is the most irresistible reason, even though they are
mother and son connected by blood, and even though they know that this relationship is destined to be cursed.

Mother and son sit facing each other on the bed, their hands clasped together. Tears well up in Zizai's eyes, while the godmother is already sobbing uncontrollably
.

"Mom, I've said everything I needed to say. What are you going to do now?"

Chapter Ten: The First Wrong Step

. At one o'clock in the morning, the godmother lay naked on her son's bed.
Beside the bed were her underwear and bra, which her son had just gently removed. Zizai lay on his side next to his mother, one leg draped over her body, the other hand grasping and playing with her
breast...

"Zizai... please turn off the light... Mommy will be shy..."

"No, no, no... I like seeing Mommy blush shyly, like a little girl."

Zizai used his knee to nudge his mother's genitals. Under her son's playful teasing, the godmother's body slowly
began to react. Shyness, excitement, shame, pleasure, anticipation, worry… a tidal wave of conflicting emotions
washed over the godmother, churning her thoughts…

At this moment, all the godmother could do was let her son do as he pleased…

“Mom…I want to kiss you…can I…?”

“…Mom is now…your woman…do whatever you want…”

Even the godmother herself couldn’t believe she would say such immoral things to her son, but to Zizi,
it was like a pardon. Just a few days ago, his mother had harshly rejected him, and now, in just a few
days , she had given him her body without reservation!

Having received permission, Zizai calmly kissed his mother. Their four wet lips met, and his godmother
naturally opened her mouth. Zizai put his tongue into his mother's mouth, swirling it around haphazardly.
His godmother followed suit, putting her tongue into his mouth as well. The two exchanged saliva, sucking on each other's tongues, their kiss growing more intense and
wild...

"Mom's saliva... is so sweet... so fragrant..."

The godmother wrapped one arm around Zizai's neck and the other around his buttocks. She naturally thrust her
genitals towards Zizai's genitals, rubbing her pubic mound against his penis.

"Mom... I love you so much... I want to... penetrate your... pussy..."

"I've... completely... given myself to you... You must... treat Mom well... you know
... You mustn't... betray... my... painstaking efforts..."

Zizai's hand moved from his mother's breasts to her genitals, and his body pressed heavily against hers. Faced with
her son's forceful advances, the godmother naturally spread her legs, anticipating his penetration...

The boy found his mother's entrance, first inserting his fingers and playing with it inside, causing her to
overflow . The godmother's vagina was incredibly itchy; although the boy's large penis had been waiting outside for a long time,
it hesitated to penetrate. The embarrassed godmother couldn't help but twist her lower body, repeatedly pressing her vulva against her son's
penis...

"Mommy's so wet down there..."

"Good baby...stop messing with me...hurry...hurry..."

"Hurry what? I want Mom to say it herself." Zizai asked knowingly, his purpose being nothing more than to make his mother
feel even more ashamed and lewd.

"Hurry...hurry and put it into Mom's body...Mom needs you...needs your baby..."

Zizai got into position, his buttocks sinking down, a lustful penis plunging all the way in. To hide
the shame of her orgasm, even though her body was already extremely aroused, the godmother could only bite the quilt tightly, not daring to make
any sound, but sweat had already covered her face...

"Mmm...mmm...mmm..."

Zizai kept thrusting his penis in and out, and the godmother biting the quilt let out muffled moans. Zizai, who

was tasting the forbidden fruit for the first time, faced with his beloved mother, a great woman, he had forgotten
what it meant to be gentle and considerate, and he didn't care whether his mother's body could withstand it, he just kept thrusting, thrusting, and
thrusting again... just because the feeling of intercourse was too wonderful.

"Zizai...Zizai..."

The godmother's endless murmurs stirred the wild, primal instincts deep within Zizai. Despite the air conditioning in the room,
the mother and son were both drenched in sweat, their fluids soaking the sheets, Zizai's penis filling his mother's vagina...

'Fifteen...twenty...twenty-five...' Zizai silently counted the number of thrusts into his mother. Although he had only
ever masturbated, he still hoped to give his mother a beautiful first memory.

"Mom...I can't take it anymore..."

"Don't...don't ejaculate...inside..."

Thick, sticky semen gushed out. Just before ejaculation, Zizai pulled out his penis, shooting
his hot semen onto his mother's belly.

After a wild, wanton thrusting session, the godmother had already fainted from pleasure, sweat and tears
streaming down her face. From this day forward, she and Zizai could no longer be just mother and son.

Chapter Eleven: Unpredictable Tales

"So, you and your son Zizai must be very much in love, but you told me you
moved here to hide from him. The more I hear, the more confused I get."

It was several days later when I asked this question, but my godmother didn't want to say much. She blamed herself for drinking
too much that day, which led her to tell me this unspeakable thing. But since the words were already out, she hoped I wouldn't ask any more. For some
reason, my godmother's story reminded me of my own mother.

"By the way, I wonder if the birthday present I gave you that day fits you?"

Unexpectedly, my godmother turned her back, stuck out her bottom, and slowly pulled up her skirt…

Sure enough, the sexy little panties were on her, and I was quite moved.

"When it's your birthday, I'll give you a special gift too."

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