QQ Mom

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On my

sixteenth birthday, I finally got my own computer. Although my mother said it was for me
and told me to study hard and not spend too much time in internet cafes, I always suspected that wasn't the only reason.
After all, her job also required a computer…

My mother is 38 years old this year, has a doctorate, and is a senior researcher at a biological research institute. As for what kind of
senior she is, and what she researches, I don't really know. She told me, but I didn't know either, and I
didn't care to know. Students, well, it's just going to school, coming home, going to school, coming home, eating well, dressing warmly, and having
fun. Of course, the premise is that they must keep up with their studies, which isn't difficult for me, her doctoral son.

My father, he also has a doctorate, and he and my mother were classmates. They got married while they were in graduate school, and that's how
I was born. My father is someone I greatly admire. Unfortunately, fate is cruel. When I was just starting elementary school, my father was doing
fieldwork , trying to collect an extremely rare herb, when he fell off a cliff dozens of meters high,
making a complete sacrifice for his scientific career…

Although my father is gone, I've always felt he's still with me all these years, especially his
passion for his work and his love for my mother. Growing up, my
ideal, though not ideal, is to follow in his footsteps and dedicate myself to science and to be filial to my mother.

Actually, I'm also somewhat influenced by my mother in this regard, because she often talks about my father in front of me, praising
him in this and that way, and telling me to study hard and become a successful man like him. I think my mother does
this not only to educate and encourage me, but also as a way for her to remember my father.

In recent years, my mother has been even more so, asking me about this and that whenever she has free time, and
"criticizing" me based on my father's standards, even my appearance. She says I'm becoming more and more like my father, and the neighbors and my mother's
colleagues think so too. But my classmates say I look like Dao Ming Si from "Meteor Garden," and I don't
disagree with that.

My mother cares about me a lot, which outsiders can't see because of her work. My mom is often away from home because of work
, so my meals, except for breakfast, are basically irregular. I'm used to it
and understandable, since my comfortable life is all thanks to her. Because of this, I seem particularly independent and free among
my peers .

Saturday was another boring weekend. After finishing two bowls of instant noodles, my mom still hadn't come home.
Luckily, a phone call challenging me to a Counter-Strike game gave me some relief.

In the sweltering summer internet cafe, the smell of sweat and cigarette smoke filled everyone's nostrils. In front of the computer screen
, I dodged and weaved, leaping and bounding, avoiding danger and
eliminating . But even heroes are made of flesh and blood. After several hours of frantic activity, my eyes blurred and my hands
stiffened. I had no choice but to gloriously withdraw from the battle.

But my friends were still engrossed in their game, and I felt embarrassed to go home first. So, I just
wandered around online, chatting here and there.

Suddenly, a chat room called "Mother and Son's Passion" caught my eye.
How could I, in the throes of puberty, resist the pull of curiosity?

I glanced around; everyone was busy with their own things. With a mix of excitement and nervousness, I entered the chat
room. But as soon as I stepped in, I was shocked. A barrage of disgusting yet thrilling words
flashed across the screen: "Good son, come fuck your mom!" "Mommy wants your big cock!" "Mommy feels so
good!"...

I froze for a moment. My first instinct after regaining my composure was to quit immediately.

I let out a long sigh, but my mind was still racing.

"What's wrong?" my friend suddenly asked, clearly having noticed something. It
startled .

"N-nothing... just a little tired," I quickly stretched.

"Why aren't you playing?" my friend asked again.

"I'm not playing anymore, my eyes are blurry."

"Damn, so-called CS number one, looks like you should give up that position to me. Damn it, who stabbed me in the back...

damn it..." My friend plunged back into the fray, and my heart finally settled down.

I continued browsing online, but those stimulating words kept swirling in my mind, no matter how hard I tried to
shake them off. Finally, I couldn't resist and went back into that chat room. To be able to speak, I even registered a
username called "Good Kid CS."

Since I was still a newbie and had just joined, I didn't speak immediately, but waited and see.

There were about a hundred people in the chat room, half of them were women, and only about
twenty or thirty were publicly speaking, but that was enough for lewd and stimulating text to scroll across the screen.

After a while, I mustered up the courage to send three words, "Hello everyone," but three minutes passed and no one
responded. So, I decided to take the initiative, which of course required a lot of courage, but courage alone
isn't enough without luck. I proactively greeted about a dozen girls with particularly attractive and suggestive names, but they all ignored
me. The two most polite ones only replied with "I'm busy."

My earlier excitement had subsided considerably. I initially wanted to leave, but I couldn't bear to. Even if
I couldn't participate, watching from the sidelines was quite thrilling, at least it was novel.

Suddenly, a girl named "Paternity Testing" greeted me, and my blood boiled again
.

"Are you busy?" she asked bluntly.

"No," I replied immediately.

"Want to have sex with me online?" It seemed I was having a lucky day online, encountering such a
generous girl.

"Of course, I'm very good at it." Although I was still a novice, I couldn't let her know.

"Then you have to answer my questions honestly, and you can't ask me questions. I'll
tell you what I can, okay?"

"Of course." Although I felt this girl's request was a bit unreasonable, I wanted to get to know her better.
Deep down, I agreed, actually just thinking it would be fun.

"Okay, let's settle this privately."

Settle privately? What does that mean? This stumped me, but I was too embarrassed to ask her. Wouldn't that ruin
my image ?

Just as I was considering whether to ask a friend, a notification popped up on the screen, saying,
"The paternity testing agency wishes to establish a private chat channel with you."

Oh! So it's a private chat. No wonder there are so many people here, but so few people speaking. Luckily, my ignorance wasn't
discovered, and I immediately agreed.

"How old are you?" the paternity testing agency asked immediately, like taking a census.

"17." Although I'm only 16, being too honest isn't good.

"Okay, about the same age as my son. Where are you from?" This question startled me. I really didn't know if today
was a lucky day or a bad day, but since I was here, I'd see.

"Yinhai," I answered honestly.

"What a coincidence, me too! Are you still in school?"

"Yes."

"Do you have a girlfriend?"

"No." As soon as the words left my mouth, I immediately regretted it. Wasn't this telling everyone I was a virgin?

"Great, do you love your mother?"

"Of course I do." I answered without hesitation, but then I realized something was off. The love she meant might not
be the same as my love. But I ignored her and let her interpret it.

"Good, what a good boy! I love him the most. Let's begin." The exciting moment was finally approaching
.

"Wait, I still want to ask you a few questions." I couldn't just let myself be bossed around like this
. Risking the end of the conversation, I couldn't help but ask.

She immediately stopped. I wondered if she had left.

"Alright then, I'll answer what I can, and I hope you won't force yourself to answer what I can't." It seemed
she had considered it for a while.

"Are you pretty?" This question was obviously redundant. How pretty could an old woman be? But for the sake of my
fantasy, I still had to deceive myself.

"Do you know Rosamund Kwan? I'm no worse than her." What a boastful tone! If that's all there is to it, why are you even here?

That's what I thought to myself, but I still had to flatter her.

"Wow, that's great! Are you tall?"

"Over 1.6 meters."

"Okay, let's begin." Even though I said that, I didn't know how to start.

"Call me Mom." She said it so calmly.

"Mom." Although it was just two simple words, my hands trembled slightly, and my heart
pounded like a drum.

"Good son, are you hungry?" Her question was so strange.

"No." I answered without thinking.

"Hehe, I wanted to breastfeed you, but since you're not hungry, forget it." How could I be so stupid?
I didn't understand.

"Hungry, I'm hungry..." I quickly replied.

"Then what should you say?" This woman has so many tricks up her sleeve.

"I'm hungry, I want milk." I said.

"That's it?"

"Oh."

"You seem to have forgotten the most important thing."

I thought for a moment, but I really couldn't think of anything else to say.

"It's Mom, you haven't called me Mom yet." The paternity tester replied impatiently.

Oh, right, we're playing out incestuous mother-son relationships; that's what they like. I suddenly understood the
mystery.

"Mommy, I'm hungry, I want milk." I replied immediately.

"Good boy, come to Mommy's arms, Mommy will feed you." The paternity tester was really carefree.

"Wait, are your breasts big?" I suddenly didn't know what to say because I couldn't imagine what her breasts looked
like.

"Big, and no smaller than your butt. Can't you imagine it yourself?"

"I can't imagine what you look like." I also said honestly.

"You can't imagine it if you try, you've never seen me, you can imagine your mother." The paternity
tester seemed impatient.

I hesitated for a moment, then firmly replied, "This, I can't do." That's because I deeply love
my mother; she is my goddess, not a slut.

The paternity tester fell silent, as if she was thinking about something too? Perhaps she no longer wanted to talk to me.

Just when I didn't know what to do, the paternity assessment spoke again: "Child, I
understand your thoughts. I think you should go back. Because you love your mother. I've been in this chat room for
half a year and chatted with countless people, but I've never seen anyone like you. I mean, you're different from them. You love
your mother and don't want to desecrate her, while they're just doing it for excitement. Think about it yourself. This may be
fun, but it's not suitable for you."

The paternity assessment's words were like a sharp sword piercing my heart. Indeed, I should think it through.
Not everything fun is worth playing, especially these forbidden games.

"Then I'm leaving." Finally, I made up my mind. It was better to leave.

"Good, child, it's good that you understand Auntie's words. If there's anything Auntie can help you with in the future, just come here
to find me. If we're destined to meet again, we'll meet again, okay?" The paternity assessment's words were so
heartwarming, as if they really were my mother.

"Goodbye Auntie."

"Goodbye child."

Although it ended like this, my heart was still unsettled.

When I got home, Mom was already back, but seeing her tired face and still wearing her
uniform, I could tell she had just arrived as well.

"Where did you go?" Mom asked weakly.

"I went to Ahua's house to play; it's his sister's birthday today," I made up a random excuse, just to avoid upsetting Mom.
Mom knew I went to the internet cafe, so it was fine.

I sat down next to her, casually watching TV, but I felt uneasy, like I'd done
something wrong.

Suddenly, Mom took off her hair clip, shook her head, and her dark hair gently
brushed , a faint fragrance wafting up. I couldn't help but think of what had just happened.

"Have you been drinking?" Mom suddenly asked.

"No."

"No? If you haven't drunk anything, why is your face so red?"

Only then did I realize I'd betrayed her, so I quickly went along with it, saying, "I had
two ."

"You drank, and you still won't admit it? Look at your face, it's as red as a monkey's bottom. If you can't drink, don't drink
so much. Be careful next time." With that, Mom went back to her room, and I quickly followed.

Back in my room, I breathed a sigh of relief. My heart, which had been pounding, finally
calmed down. Strange! What's wrong with me? I didn't do anything! What am I afraid of?

I tried hard to find the answer, but the more I thought about it, the more confused and frustrated I became, until finally I fell into a deep sleep
.

The next day, I woke up close to noon, but Mom had already prepared lunch. It looked like she
had even tidied the house.

After lunch, I was about to go back to my room to study when Mom said, "Come on, let's go swimming."

This startled me, and I looked at Mom in confusion.

Mom looked at me and said, "Didn't they just build a swimming pool in the neighborhood? I haven't been there yet, and I
haven't swum in years."

"Isn't it only open in the afternoon?" I asked Mom regretfully.

"I saw the notice when I went grocery shopping today. From now on, it'll be open for two hours at noon on weekends too . It
gets too crowded in the afternoon." Mom said, going back to her room, and I went back to change.

The blazing sun was shining brightly in the sky; this weather was unbearable. Luckily, the neighborhood swimming pool was
indoors , or I would have been skinned alive.

Mom's calculations were spot on. The swimming pool, the size of two basketball courts, only had about ten people. If we had come in the afternoon,
we would have bumped into three or five people every ten meters. Now it's much more comfortable.

After buying tickets, Mom rented a life ring. She can swim, so why does she need one?

When Mom and I got to the shallow end, she took off her coat and startled me. I'd never seen her swimsuit before
! It was a two-piece dark blue swimsuit, and what was even stranger was that it had
a picture of F4 on the front. That's so tasteless!

Mom seemed to notice my uncomfortable frown and asked, "What's wrong? Doesn't it look good?"

I shook my head, not giving a clear answer. Mom continued, "Aunt Zhang's sister
specially bought

this for me when she was buying goods." You get what you pay for; maybe she couldn't sell it and gave it to someone
as a favor.

The swimsuit was clearly a bit small, but it seemed to have good elasticity. It fit Mom
perfectly, hugging her body without a single gap, showcasing her sexy curves to the fullest. Combined with that
picture of F4, at first glance, Mom looked ten years younger. No one would believe she was
the mother of a high school student; even I started to doubt myself…

Once in the water, I swam a couple of laps, but Mom just kept turning around in the shallows. I swam
over “Mom, why aren’t you swimming?”

“I’m swimming, aren’t I?” Mom said matter-of-factly.

“Is this what you call swimming? Mom, I remember you used to be really good at it!”

“That was before. I can’t anymore. Mom’s getting old.” There seemed to be a hint of melancholy in her voice,
which made my heart ache. I didn’t want it to be like that.

Suddenly, an idea struck me. I said, "Mom, how about this? I'll swim in front, and you follow behind.
If you really can't keep going, I'll give you the life ring."

Mom shook her head and said, "No, no, I'm more comfortable this way."

"Mom, if you can swim two laps, I'll do the laundry today."

I thought this would finally persuade Mom, but she just glanced at me and said, "The laundry is already done
."

"Then I'll do the dishes today."

"That's too easy on you," Mom said dismissively.

I thought for a moment, and it seemed like I couldn't think of anything else to persuade Mom, so I went for it and said, "Then
what do you want me to do?"

Mom's lips curled up and she said, "If I do it, you have to promise me one thing."

"What is it?" It seemed I had fallen into Mom's trap again. I really regretted being so impulsive.

"Final exams are coming up soon. I need you to promise me that your average score has to be above 90, otherwise you'll have to do all the housework
during the summer vacation ."

It seems I've really fallen into a trap, and a really insidious one at that. But I'm not afraid. My average score
in last week 's mock exam was already 93. Luckily, I didn't brag to my mom, or I would
have been at a huge disadvantage this time.

I pretended to think about it for a moment, then nodded, and so my game with my mom began.

I sat on the lifebuoy, leisurely paddling in the water, while my mom followed
slowly . Every time my mom got close, I would paddle a few times, making her stare wide-eyed.

Just as I was laughing and joking, a beautiful sight stunned me: my mom's cleavage,
a snow-white and alluring cleavage, rising and falling in the rippling water, sometimes visible, sometimes hidden. I stared at it unconsciously
, and my mind involuntarily drifted to the chat room from last night.

I tried my best to avoid eye contact, but my eyes kept wandering to my mother's chest, as if I
were yearning for something yet afraid to face it.

Just as I was feeling uneasy, the lifebuoy lost its balance and tipped over, and I fell into the water.
Two smooth arms wrapped tightly around me from behind, and a pair of soft things pressed against my waist.
Instinctively, I struggled to the surface, looked around, but didn't see my mother. Then, a silvery laugh
came from behind me. I turned around and saw my mother, her face beaming with an innocent and lovely smile—though this
shouldn't be on a mother's face…

Suddenly, I understood. Those soft things were my mother's proud breasts. The moment was so
brief, yet the impact on me was so intense. What was happening?

"Looks like you're going to be doing the housework, unless you produce good grades," my mother said with a laugh.

This trap was too obvious. Normally, I would have protested, but now I didn't say anything. It wasn't because I was convinced
, but because my mind was in turmoil. I didn't know what to say.

"Don't just stand there. Don't try to find any excuses to get out of this. No way." With that, my mother swam back to the shallow
end.

I didn't follow her, but kept glancing at her from a distance. I was terrified that if I were near her,
she would discover something. Mom ignored me, playing by herself. Seeing her so happy, she seemed like a
carefree young girl. I'd never seen this side of her before. Was I just not understanding her at all?

That afternoon, I hid in my room, unable to study. My mind was a jumbled mess, filled with thoughts of last night's
chat and Mom. I needed to talk to someone to calm down.

So, I went back to the chat room from last night. Surprisingly, there were so many people there even during the day. But
after two hours, the "paternity test" still hadn't appeared. The same thing happened that evening.

The next day in class, I couldn't concentrate at all. Suddenly, class time felt incredibly
long. Finally, school was over, and my friends dragged me to play CS, but I made several excuses to refuse
.

I rushed home, and as expected, Mom wasn't back yet.
It would be even better if she was working overtime tonight.

I immediately turned on my computer and skillfully entered the chat room, but unfortunately, I still didn't see "Paternity
Testing ." I was a little disappointed, but I wouldn't give up; I could wait…

Suddenly, the phone rang. It was my mother calling. She said there was an event at work tonight, and she wouldn't be home until later.
This news was undoubtedly a shot in the arm for me. I immediately made a bowl of instant noodles and
waited in front of the computer like a hunter waiting for its prey.

Time passed second by second, and finally, as dusk was about to end, the "Paternity Testing" I had been waiting for
appeared . I couldn't contain my excitement and was about to send her a message, but then I thought, wouldn't that be too abrupt?
Maybe she didn't even remember me.

Just as I was hesitating, she sent me a message instead: "Oh, what brings you here?"

"I had nothing to do, so I came to see you." I was clearly expecting her, but I didn't dare admit it.

"Nothing to do? Then study your lessons, did you miss me?" "Paternity Testing's" bluntness was a bit
unbearable.

"No, I just have something I want to tell you." I still couldn't face my ugly thoughts.

"What is it? Go ahead."

How could I possibly say it? Last time I had so confidently said I respected my mother, but today I wanted to
spiritually blaspheme her. Wasn't that hypocritical?

While I hesitated, "Paternity Testing" somehow always seemed to understand what I was thinking and
accurately sent me a message: "Do you want to continue what we didn't succeed at last time?" Although it wasn't necessary, I still felt my face burning. "Yes," I answered

resolutely. 　　"Can you give me a reason?" This stumped me. Did I even need a reason? 　　I thought about it for a while, but I couldn't find a reason that could convince myself and her. So I replied: "I'm sorry, I don't have a reason." 　　"That's alright. At least you're honest, unlike others who spout a bunch of sweet talk, not a single word of it is true . Let's settle this privately." Thank goodness I didn't give those reasons that even elementary school students would doubt, otherwise my glorious image would have been ruined. 　　Soon, it was just the two of us in a small chat room. I was so excited, yet so confused. I didn't know how to start. I suppressed my enthusiasm, trying to make everything seem calm and natural. 　　"Baby, come here, let Mommy hug you." "Paternity Testing" launched the first attack. 　　"Mommy, I want to nurse." This time, I wouldn't make the same silly mistake as last time. 　　"Come on, suckle Mommy's nipple. Does Mommy's milk taste good?" 　　"Yes, Mommy's milk is so fragrant and sweet." This kind of boring conversation made me laugh even when I looked at it. I wondered if we were having online sex or just playing house like kids. 　　"Don't just eat, quickly rub Mommy's breasts, that will make Mommy feel better." 　　"Mommy, I'm rubbing, your breasts are so big, so white, so soft." 　　"Do you like them?" 　　"Yes." It was so simple. I thought it would be difficult. 　　"Are you getting a reaction down there?" she suddenly sent a strange message. 　　"What kind of reaction?" 　　"A man's reaction." 　　Oh, that's what it is, but I don't feel anything. "Nothing." 　　"Are you a virgin?" 　　"Yes." A few days ago I would have definitely said no, but now I think there's no need for that, and I don't like "paternity testing." 　　"Then you should at least have some imagination, right?" 　　"I don't know." 　　"Okay, from now on, imagine me as your mother, and you're doing it with your mother, okay ?" 　　Actually, I want to do it like that too. I'm conflicted. The thought of doing it with my mother makes me feel a little uncomfortable, but I really want to know what it feels like.

"Can't you do it?" Before I could answer, "Paternity Testing" spoke impatiently. I wondered
if burning with desire and couldn't wait any longer.

"Let me try?" I still wasn't very confident.

"Who am I?" "Paternity Testing" asked.

"Mommy."

"Do you like Mommy?"

"Yes."

"Is Mommy pretty?"

"Yes."

"Do you want Mommy?"

"Yes."

"Child, come and take off Mommy's clothes."

"Okay." Following "Paternity Testing's" guidance, I slowly got into the mood.

"Mommy is holding you now, hoping you will kiss me."

"Mommy, I'm kissing you, my hands are tightly gripping your big butt, so soft."

"Child, you're so naughty down there, hard against Mommy."

Suddenly I felt a small tent indeed forming in my crotch, and boiling blood
surged through my body.

"Child, shall Mommy help you take care of it?" "Paternity Testing" spoke again.

"Okay."

"Child, Mommy is kneeling in front of you now, sucking your penis with her mouth. Oh, your penis is so
big and hard. (Focus on your fantasies)" The "Paternity Testing" is really thoughtful.

"Thank you, Mommy. Your mouth is so warm, wonderful, and comfortable." I let my fantasies run wild,
one hand involuntarily stroking my excited genitals.

"Child, can you carry Mommy to the bed?"

"Okay, I'll carry you now."

"Good child, Mommy is wet down there."

"Let me touch it, it's really wet." I slowly got into the mood, and many words
came out as if by instinct, without thinking. I also felt strange, where did I get this experience?

"Child, Mommy wants it so much, hurry up and enter Mommy's body." The words of the "Paternity Testing"
were like fire , burning me irresistibly.

"Mom, I'm here. I open your legs, I aim at your pussy, and I'm in."

"Oh...it feels so good, child. Mom's legs are tightly wrapped around your waist. Move." "

Okay, Mom, I'm moving. It's so warm and comfortable inside. So much water is flowing out."

"Yes, oh...child, you've hit Mom's G-spot." Ah, is it really that exaggerated?
Never , pleasure is the most important thing.

"Mom, now I've grabbed your big breasts again and I'm rubbing them."

"Yes, harder. Mom likes it like this, ah..."

Now I feel like I've entered another world, a world without any burdens, where there is only
desire and forbidden pleasure.

"Child, you're so amazing. Mom has already orgasmed." "Paternity Testing" suddenly said.

"Mom, I'm going to cum too."

"Okay, cum inside Mom."

I frantically masturbated, fantasizing about Mom's body. Soon I finished my
first online sex. A strange pleasure made me feel more comfortable than ever before.

"Did you just masturbate?" "Paternity Testing" asked.

"Yes, and you?" I asked curiously.

"Me too, I didn't expect you to be so experienced."

"No, it was my first time."

"Oh, really? You're quite quick to understand."

"Maybe."

"How do you feel now?"

"Comfortable, and you?"

"Me too, to be honest, after all this time, this is the most comfortable I've ever felt."

"Can we still do this in the future?"

"Of course, this is my QQ, *123456*, we can chat on QQ from now on, it's
more convenient that way. I have something to do, I have to go now, goodbye, child."

"Goodbye, Mom."

After adding "Paternity Testing" on QQ, I quickly cleaned up the "battlefield" and even
sprayed some air freshener in the room.

Mom wasn't home yet, so I tried to review my lessons, but I couldn't concentrate. Thinking back to what had just happened,
I felt uneasy. I felt guilty towards Mom; how could I have used her as an
outlet ? But why was I so crazy? This internal conflict kept
swirling within me.

Mom came home late at night. Normally, I would have talked to her for a bit, but tonight I just
said hello and went back to my room. I didn't dare spend too much time with her; I was afraid
something .

That night, I couldn't sleep. I kept reflecting on my shamelessness and thinking about the online sex with the "paternity testing" service.
The only constant was my hand gripping my erection.

Every day, looking at my mother fills me with an indescribable guilt, yet I can't hide from her every day. So I
secretly watch her, observing her every move and expression. Perhaps because of our mother-son
relationship , my mother is completely unguarded in front of me. Her snow-white, alluring cleavage and her sexy little panties
constantly leap into my field of vision.

I never realized my mother was so beautiful and sexy, but the more beautiful and sexy she is,
the more myself fantasizing about her.

It was another hot summer night. I was buried in my studies under the lamp when an ice cream suddenly appeared on my
table. "Take a break," my mother's sweet voice came from behind me.

I didn't even notice when she came in, which shows how focused I was. But if I wasn't
focused , my mind would wander. Only by forcing myself to immerse myself in my studies could I banish those shameless thoughts
. Studying became my best way to control my emotions.

I glanced back at my mother, and a jolt went through me. Even though it was hot, she didn't need to dress like that
; after all, I wasn't a child anymore.

She was wearing a sleeveless, oversized blue t-shirt and black
tight two snow-white legs were casually exposed before me, and she
was happily eating an ice cream.

"Have you had any mock exams lately?" my mother asked again.

"Yes." I thought she would leave immediately, but instead, she
plopped How could I possibly take it? I turned my head away, avoiding eye contact with her hot body.

"Give me a report."

"Math 96, Chinese 91, Physics 93, Politics…" I said, turning my
office chair to distract myself and forcefully trying to keep my mind from wandering.

Suddenly, a book hit me on the head. My mother snapped, "Sit properly! How can you
talk ?"

I had no choice but to face her, but I still couldn't bring myself to look her in the eye.

Just then, Mom seemed to notice something. She grabbed a tissue and bent down. A few drops of melted ice cream
had fallen to the floor. Suddenly, a pair of large, white breasts, like alabaster, caught my eye. Wow, Mom wasn't
wearing a bra! With her movements, those two hemispherical mounds swayed slightly from side to side. Oh no,
I couldn't control myself! My lower body slowly swelled up. I quickly looked away.

Luckily, Mom finished wiping the floor and left, otherwise I would have been so embarrassed.

That night, Mom's alluring breasts kept appearing in my mind, making me restless.
I don't know when I fell asleep, but I was incredibly sleepy.

I hadn't drunk much water that night, but why did I feel so urge to pee? I lazily got up and went to the toilet, still
half asleep. I don't know how long I peed, but it was a really long time.

Just as I was passing by Mom's room on my way back, a sound woke me up—or rather, it was Mom's
voice , a moan. I immediately became alert.

"Oh...husband...so amazing...ah..."

Husband? Isn't that Daddy? But Daddy's on the wall! Could it be Mommy's lover? No, this concerns
the family's honor, I have to see.

I gently pushed Mommy's bedroom door; it wasn't locked. Through the crack, I clearly saw a sensual and stimulating scene unfolding on Mommy's
bed . Mommy lay on the bed, her face a mixture of pain and pleasure
, her hands gripping the pillow beside her tightly, her two full breasts swaying rhythmically up and down.
The man was kneeling between Mommy's legs, desperately twisting his hips. Mommy's two snow-white, rounded legs were draped
over the man's shoulders, swaying rhythmically from side to side...

"Oh...ah...husband...faster...ah..." Mommy moaned softly, her ecstatic appearance
like that of a wanton slut.

Suddenly, I felt suffocated. Why? Why did such a vile thing happen in my
family? Why was my mother such a lewd woman? I hate them, I hate the man who took my mother away.

Just then, they stopped, and the door in front of me slowly opened. I tried to pull it open, but it was too late.
The man turned his face with a smile. Ah, that's Dad! He… he wasn't… I
suddenly , I'd encountered a ghost! I wanted to run, but I couldn't move. Could it be…

Dad waved to me, and Mom was smiling at me too. I found myself walking towards them unconsciously.
How could this be so eerie?

"Don't be afraid, child. I'm your father."

How could I not be afraid? Even though he's my father, he's not human.

"Child, your father won't hurt you. He came back to tell you something," Mom said casually,
but I felt so uncomfortable.

"Come on, child," Dad patted the bed next to Mom.

I unconsciously sat down again. My only choice was to turn my back to Mom's naked body.

Dad put a hand on my shoulder and said, "Son, I left early and in a hurry. There are so many
things I couldn't let go of, the first being you, but now it seems I was worrying too much. The second is your mother." He glanced
at Mom, a hint of guilt showing on his serious face. His words carried a strong sense
of familial love, which made me feel much more at ease.

"Your mother is still young, she has a long road ahead of her. I hope you can take care of her in my place."

Take care of her? What does that mean? It can't be that simple, can it? I can do that without you telling
me

. Before I could even react, Mom hugged me tightly from behind. I tried to struggle, but I had no strength. Mom breathed softly in my ear and said, "Son, do you love Mom?"

"Yes, but…we…" I understood what Mom meant, but how could this be? Although I
had fantasized about this countless times, reality wasn't like this.

I felt my mother's soft, large breasts rubbing against my back. She also slipped a hand
inside my clothes, her slender hand roaming over my skin.

"Child, what are you afraid of? Even your father agrees," my mother said again.

I looked at my father; he was now sitting to the side, smoking and watching us. When he saw me
looking at him, he immediately smiled and nodded.

Suddenly, my mother reached into my pants and grabbed my already rock-hard penis, saying,
"Child, look at you. You don't need to deceive yourself anymore. You like your mother, you want your mother, don't you?"

"Mom, I... I'm not like that..." I was so anxious I was about to cry.

My mother ignored me, pushed me onto the bed, and pulled out my penis, saying, "Honey,
look how big it is, bigger than yours." As she spoke, she actually bent down and took my penis into her mouth.

A strange, warm current immediately surged through my heart, but I couldn't do this. I wanted to stop my mother's madness.
I tried to move, but my hands were powerless, and my body was limp and weak. I felt like a
lamb to the slaughter, waiting for my mother to rape me. All I could do was enjoy this rape.

I clearly saw my mother's mouth swallowing and spitting out my penis, her tongue roaming over the glans.
Although I felt ashamed, a tingling pleasure filled every nerve in my body.

My father smiled indifferently to the side, and my mother was sucking my penis, occasionally giving me lewd
winks What was happening? Was it really this terrifying and bizarre? I wished it was just a dream, but
it felt so real.

My mother climbed on top of me again, putting her pair of snow-white, full breasts on my face. "Child, come and suckle
Mommy's milk. You loved it when you were little."

I hesitated for a moment, then took one of my mother's nipples into my mouth without any choice. A sweet taste immediately flowed into
my mouth. Did my mother still have milk? My mother took one of my hands and placed it on her other breast. I
instinctively rubbed it, and a few drops of milky white liquid dripped from her scarlet nipple—
it was truly amazing.

While nursing, I indulged in playing with my mother's soft, large breasts. The shame I felt earlier
had vanished; I was completely absorbed in my mother's beautiful, sexy body and the thrill of incest.

My father remained silent, simply watching us with a smile.

After a while, my mother sat up. She grasped my penis, smiled at me, and then moved her
hips , slowly sitting down in front of her wet vulva. I clearly watched my penis
being swallowed inch by inch by my mother's body. A powerful pleasure surged into my brain, firmly occupying it; any moral principles
seemed utterly insignificant.

My mother sat on me, unleashing her wanton power. Her alluring face
captivated Her full, firm breasts bounced rhythmically. "Oh...ah...child...
it feels so good..." my mother moaned with pleasure, her voice so enchanting.

I couldn't help but wiggle my hips in sync with her. I could clearly feel an unprecedented warmth and softness inside her vagina
, the smooth walls rubbing against my glans with her movements.

"Oh...child...come...grab Mommy's breasts...Mommy's...breasts are so full..." she said,
pulling my hand to her chest. Her bouncing breasts
immediately I squeezed hard, and several streams of white fluid shot out from her nipples, a
spectacular sight, like a milk fountain.

"Ah..." Mom exclaimed, "Oh...that feels much better now...keep going, baby...
ah..."

I frantically rubbed Mom's large breasts, streams of milk shooting out aimlessly, splashing all over my
body . I stuck out my tongue and licked every inch of my face clean. Dad chuckled at the sight
.

Mom's milk was plentiful, showing no sign of stopping. I simply sat up and
took turns sucking on her two bright red nipples. Mom held my head tightly, as if afraid I would leave.

After what seemed like an eternity, I felt full. Mom's movements slowed down, and she released
me, flipped over, and knelt on the bed, her round buttocks raised towards me. She said, "Baby...come and fuck Mommy,
like a bitch." Although I had never done it before, I must have seen it in porn.

I spread my mother's two snow-white buttocks apart, and thrust my penis deep into her wet, plump vagina. My mother
cried out, "Ah...it's so big...child, you've hit...my G-spot...ah..."

My mother's words were a great encouragement to me. I grabbed her slender waist and thrust desperately into that incredibly alluring
little cunt. Every time I reached the deepest point, my mother would cry out, and the sound of our flesh colliding with each other
became a beautiful and lewd melody.

"Good boy...harder...ah...so good...ah..." My mother moaned unrestrainedly.
I looked at my father beside me, and he actually gave me a thumbs up.

"Oh...child, Mom couldn't hold back anymore...you're so amazing." After my mother finished speaking, I felt her vagina
twitch a few times, and then a warm, hot liquid sprayed onto the head of my penis.

"Mom, I can't take it anymore, I want it too..."

Before I could finish, Mom rolled over in a flash and said, "Child, quick, shoot it
on Mom." Her eyes held a look of both longing and terror.

Mom grabbed my penis and started stroking it. I felt a tingling sensation in my glans and couldn't help but ejaculate.

No, semen should be white, but mine is red. I looked at Mom, and
her alluring eyes sent chills down my spine.

Suddenly, a stream of bright red liquid spurted from my glans—it was my blood. Mom
laughed wantonly in the bloody mist, and Dad laughed wildly beside her. Suddenly, I couldn't breathe. What was happening?
What was going on? Was

I possessed? Was this God's punishment for me? Punishment for my desecration of Mom?

"Ah..."

I screamed and jumped out of bed, soaking wet. I pinched my thigh; it still hurt.
It was just a dream. Thank goodness it was just a dream.

Suddenly I felt a sticky sensation in my underwear. I touched it and realized I'd had a wet dream.

Suddenly the door opened, and my mother rushed in. "What's wrong?" she asked anxiously.

"Nothing, just a nightmare," I said, quickly pulling a blanket over my underwear.

My mother touched my forehead and said, "Look at you, you're covered in a cold sweat. Have you been studying too hard lately
?"

"No."

"You need to take care of yourself. Don't push yourself too hard, okay?"

"Okay." The more concerned my mother was, the more guilty I felt.

"Should we see a doctor?"

"No need, I'm fine."

"Go to sleep if you're okay, call me if you need anything." With that, Mom left, and my heart finally settled down
.

I quickly changed out of the underwear and hid it, planning to wash it myself in a few days. I absolutely couldn't let Mom find out,
or what would I say?

Lying in bed, I couldn't sleep at all, pondering what had happened to me lately.
I thought I really shouldn't have gotten involved in that kind of thing; after all, I'm still a student, and my mental fortitude can't
compare to others. But it was just too tempting.

In a painful and helpless struggle, dawn gradually broke, and I had no choice but to go to school in a daze.

I couldn't attend class, so I lied to the teacher and ran home.

As soon as I got home, I couldn't help but want to find "paternity testing," but she wasn't online, and she didn't reply to my messages.

When Mom came home, she still looked exhausted, which made me feel even more guilty. To dispel the shadow in my heart,
I thought I should take the initiative to approach her. Perhaps the untouchable mother in reality would slowly replace
the mother in my imagination, so I wouldn't overthink things.

I poured Mom a glass of water and brought it to her, but Mom looked at
me suspiciously and said with a mischievous smile, "Why did the sun rise in the west today?"

"Mom, what are you talking about?"

"Just confess what you're up to."

"A bad idea? No...no." Mom's words startled me. What did she know?

What if...?

"Did you skip class?"

How did Mom know? Wait, I clearly asked for leave. "No." I firmly denied it.

"Then what do you want to buy?" Mom asked again.

So Mom was just testing me. Luckily, I was firm enough. Since she thought I had something to hide, I
decided to go with the flow. "I want a PS2."

"What PS2?"

"A game console."

"Games again? Don't you have a computer?" Mom's attitude changed drastically.

"Isn't a computer for studying?" I retorted.

"Studying? You make it sound so nice. Do you think I don't know you play games all the time?" Mom suddenly
snapped. She hadn't been angry in a long time, which surprised me.

I had no answer and could only silently turn and go back to my room.

"We'll talk about the PS2 after your exams," Mom suddenly said.

Back in my room, I felt nothing. Normally, I would have felt disappointed, but this time, it was as if
nothing had happened. My mood was unexpectedly calm.

And so, peaceful life began again. But this didn't last long. One day, I opened QQ and found that "
Paternity Testing" had left me many messages, saying she missed me and urging me to contact her quickly.

Driven by my feelings and my weak conviction, I contacted her anyway. I
told , but she laughed and said, "That's a common problem for teenage boys, it's normal, nothing to be afraid of."
I thought so too; maybe I was overthinking things.

Chatting with "Paternity Testing" always brought me joy and excitement. Gradually, I became addicted to forbidden
pleasures. "Paternity Testing" always had countless ways to attract me. Our online sex life expanded from the bed to
the kitchen, bathroom, balcony, and even crowds. Scenes of erotic stimulation and my mother's sexy,
voluptuous body kept replaying in my mind.

"Can we meet?" Finally, I couldn't hold back anymore. I didn't want to treat my mother like
an object . I wanted real sex, I wanted a woman, or I would go crazy. But I didn't have
high expectations for the person on the other end of the internet.

"Why?" The other person was silent for a while before answering.

"Although we are very happy online, I still feel so empty when I return to reality, don't you feel the same way
?" I said boldly.

"Actually, I feel the same way too." I didn't expect "Paternity Testing" to be so frank.

"Then can I be your lover?" I said even more boldly.

"No, you are still a student, you shouldn't do this."

"Don't you like students? Do you want to find a playboy as your lover and get
deceived ?"

I could see that "Paternity Testing" was actually tempted. She was just still hesitating.

"But I am an old woman." If I had just met her, I would have believed her words, but now I don't.
Judging from her views on some things, I believe that she is not only not old, but also a rather trendy woman.

"I don't care."

"You'll be disappointed." "

I'll be even more disappointed if I can't see you." I don't know when I became so cunning.

"Paternity Testing" fell silent again, but I believed she wouldn't just say goodbye like that. Sure enough, a few minutes later
she said, "Okay then, let's meet first. We might not be lovers, we'll decide later."

"Time and place?" I don't know how to describe my feelings at that moment. If there was a hole in the ceiling, I
would definitely jump to the sky.

"You guys have exams coming up soon, right? Let's talk about it after you finish your exams."

My enthusiasm was instantly extinguished by half. There's still a month until the exams! How am I supposed to get through this
?

"Don't worry, I won't break my promise. Just study hard during this time."

I seemed to see my mother's shadow in "Paternity Testing," which made me even happier.

"Okay, it's a deal.

"

In the month leading up to the exam, I studied with extraordinary effort. My promise to the "paternity test"
gave boundless motivation, and of course, there was the PS2. Although I often reminisced about the happy
times with the "paternity test" and the occasional mental blasphemy against my mother, it was my emotional support. It seems I'm beyond redemption.

Before I knew it, the exams were over, and I ranked among the top three in my grade. My mom was overjoyed and promised
to buy me a PS2 within a week. But my mind was preoccupied with my meeting with the "Parenting Appraisal Center."

One day, I found out that my mom had to work overtime. My chance had come! I quickly left
a message I waited until the afternoon before she finally came online. Unfortunately, she wasn't available that day either. So we agreed to meet
at the park entrance at 8 pm the next night, and we would each bring a copy of that day's *Yinhai Morning Post*.

Luckily, my mom was still working overtime the next day. I was so excited at home that I jumped for joy, planning our
dialogue for the evening and my first time. Although it wasn't finalized yet, my confidence was at an all-time high.

In the evening, I carefully dressed up. As I went out, night was gradually falling. Sitting on the bus, I
felt uneasy. Colorful neon lights flashed before my eyes. I idly watched the pedestrians,
wondering what they were thinking. Did they also fantasize about incest with their relatives, just like me? Perhaps they
already , or perhaps they found it disgusting…?

Before I knew it, I arrived at my destination. For safety, I hid to the side and observed. Sure enough, a
mature, voluptuous woman dressed in black was looking around under a streetlamp. Her curvaceous figure was quite similar to my
mother's. I could clearly see the newspaper in her hand, but unfortunately, her back was to me, so I couldn't
see her face, though I was sure she was very beautiful.

I took a deep breath and boldly strode towards her. I approached her step by step,
my heart pounding as if it would jump out of my chest.

I guess even a "paternity test" is nerve-wracking. To avoid startling her, I mustered
all , "Hello, may I ask who you are...?"

She turned around, and I almost fainted from fright. It wasn't because she was ugly, but because she looked so much like my mother—
no, that was my mother.

"Xiaoxing, you..." My mother saw the newspaper in my hand and seemed to understand everything, but she still
couldn't believe what she was seeing.

Suddenly, time seemed to stand still. I could clearly feel my heart pounding. My mother blushed,
at a loss for words, and so did I. How could such an embarrassing thing happen to us, mother and son?

"Slap!" The newspaper in my mother's hand hit my face. "Go back." My mother said angrily and
turned leave, leaving me standing there, frozen in place. I regretted it. If I hadn't insisted on meeting her, none of this
would have happened. Now that my mother knew about my perverted fetish, how could we live together in the future?

When I turned around, my mother was gone. I had no choice but to go back by myself.

On the way home, I was still uneasy. How would I face my mother when I got home? What would
I do after that? My mother was really something, how could she go to a website like that? No wonder I always encountered "
paternity . How could I be so careless? But who would have thought it was my own mother?

I had to reconsider my mother. What kind of mother was she? Did she
really enjoy having sex with her son, as the internet said? Did she also use me as a masturbation object?
Did she meet with me to relieve psychological pressure? Countless questions swirled in my mind.
The mother I had lived with for over ten years felt so unfamiliar.

When I got home, my mother wasn't back yet. I didn't know where she was. I just hoped nothing else would happen
. I kept thinking about the questions from earlier, but the more I thought about it, the more confused I became. It was so confused that I couldn't believe it myself. Before I knew it, I
fell asleep .

A muffled thud woke me from my sleep. I rushed out to see what was wrong and found my mother sitting unconscious by the door, her face
flushed . She was clearly drunk, very drunk—something that
had never happened before.

Seeing her disheveled state, my heart ached. It was all my fault; she must be in so much pain
and helplessness.

I struggled to get her back to her room, but just as I was about to leave, she suddenly
grabbed my hand and said, "Xiaoxing, don't go... don't go, don't... leave Mom."

I didn't know if she was just drunkenly talking or if it was something she truly felt; perhaps both. I sat down beside her and
wiped her sweat.

"Xiaoxing, it's Mom's fault... don't leave Mom... Mom isn't the kind of woman you think she is... please
forgive Mom..." she murmured, shaking her head. I watched, my heart aching.

My eyelids began to droop, but I couldn't leave my mother's side, so I lay down beside
her fell asleep.

The next day, when I woke up, I found myself in my mother's bed. Luckily, she wasn't there anymore, otherwise I
wouldn't know how to face her.

Just as I was about to run away, my mother came in, her long, wet hair clearly from
a shower . "I took the day off today. Go take a shower, and we'll go buy a PS2 later," she said
, her face expressionless, as if nothing had happened.

I didn't dare think too much and did as she said.

Unlike our usual shopping trips, my mother and I talked less, but we were closer. She seemed like
a different person, radiant, as if she had become ten years younger. She held my hand the whole way, her full
, firm breasts rubbing against my arm, making me feel uncomfortable. I tried to pull away, but she
glared at me, as if to say, "Don't move." I really couldn't understand it.

After buying the PS2, my mother suggested going to KFC, and we found a secluded spot.

"Xiaoxing, do you think Mom has gone too far?" Mom suddenly said while we were eating.

"No, no." Although I didn't understand what Mom meant, I didn't dare to ask directly.

"Don't you understand what I'm saying? I'm saying that since your father left, I haven't given you
enough care because of work. Now you've grown into a big boy, and I haven't even noticed. I feel like I'm not a good
mother. I've been too selfish." As she spoke, Mom's eyes welled up with tears.

"Mom, don't say that. You work for me, I understand. It's my fault for
disappointing you." Hearing my mother's words, I felt indescribable guilt.

"Xiaoxing, do you remember what the 'paternity test' said?" My mother suddenly changed the subject.

"I...I don't remember." I answered nervously, not knowing what my mother wanted to do.

"It's okay. If that's what Mom really felt, would you believe it?"

"Mom...I...I don't believe it." I still hadn't figured this out.

"Child, whether you believe it or not, I can tell you honestly, I did fantasize about you
masturbating , but I didn't know it was really you on the other end of the computer." My mother said seriously.

"Mom, don't say anymore, I was wrong, I won't do it again." I lowered my head like a sinner.

My mother grabbed my hand and said, "Child, you're not wrong, it's Mom who's wrong. Mom shouldn't have dragged
you into this."

My mother's words exploded in my head, leaving me disoriented, unable to see the sky or
the ground. Was my mother no longer angry with me? I was at a loss, not knowing how to tell my mother.

We were both silent, as if separated by two different spaces.

The more I thought about it, the more confused I became, but to figure out what was going on, I mustered my courage and asked
my mother , "Mom, I don't understand what you mean."

"Xiaoxing, tell Mom, what do you think about incest in real life?" Mom countered.

"I...I don't...have any opinion," I answered timidly.

"If you don't have any opinion, then why did you go to that chat room?"

"I just thought it was fun, so I..."

Mom looked at me, then at the surroundings, and suddenly she unbuttoned the top two buttons of her shirt and spread
the collar to the sides, revealing a snow-white cleavage before my eyes. "Is it pretty?" Mom
asked strangely.

I felt a sudden panic; how could Mom do this?

"Do you think it's pretty?" Mom asked again.

"Pretty," I nodded reluctantly.

"Do you like it?"

"Yes."

"Xiaoxing, are you fantasizing about Mom's body and masturbating, like you said online?"

"Mom, I...I'm sorry." Mom's question was too difficult for me to answer.

"Child, since it's already happened, it's too late for regrets. I know we're both embarrassed, but
we can't carry this burden forever. I've thought it through; only by facing it can we find relief.
Don't be nervous, just say what you think. I'm ready."

I fell silent again. What was Mom thinking? Why was she saying these things?

"Child, you know, when we talk, I fantasize about your body and masturbate. Do you think
I'm shameless, lewd? But why? Because I'm a woman too, with emotions and desires. And what
I can't escape is how much you resemble your father, so I..."

Mom's monologue shocked me. I had never considered the extent of her distress. This was my failure as
a son . I always tried to please her, but I never noticed her needs.

"Mom, let's talk about it when we get home." I was so afraid we wouldn't be able to control our emotions and
would embarrass ourselves in public.

Mom nodded slightly.

On the way home, we hugged each other like a couple, the only difference being that we didn't speak
or smile; we were more like comrades facing a fire together.

I carefully analyzed what my mother had just said. Although it was a bit incoherent, the intention was clear. But
what should I do?

This wasn't a game. Although I had fantasized about her body countless times, this all came too
suddenly. I wasn't prepared at all. I love my mother, and I believe she loves me too. Why do we have
the same hobby? Is this God's arrangement? This is too bizarre.

"Xiaoxing, is there anything you want to say to Mom?" My mother asked me as soon as we entered the house.

"I don't know how to say it. Mom, can we?" After thinking about it all the way, I calmed down
a lot .

"Why not?" My mother asked me in return.

"But this is reality, not the internet. I'm afraid we might not handle it well."

"Honey, I've thought about this too. But have you considered it? We live together like this, and we've both had
these thoughts. How are we going to face this in the future?" As my mother spoke, her eyes shone with
a warm, loving affection.

"Mom, what should we do?"

"I've thought it through. What's meant to happen will happen, and what's not meant to happen can't be forced. Why don't we
try? If we can accept it, why not? If it really doesn't work, we'll
think of something else." As she spoke, my mother gently hooked her arms around my neck and pressed her body close to mine.

I thought I would feel uncomfortable, but not at all. I only felt my heart pounding, my body temperature
rising. I couldn't help but hug my mother's waist. My mother immediately pressed her fragrant lips
to mine , and I unhesitatingly stuck out my tongue.

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