Design Mom (Full)

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"I'm sorry, I don't think it's possible in the short term! My husband has been under a lot of work pressure lately, and I need to spend more time with him at home!"
"Ah...Is that so? Of course, of course..." Mr. Yang sounded very disappointed, but he didn't give up and continued to try to persuade her: "...But, Sister Tang, having a meal won't take up much of your time, right? Otherwise, why don't you invite your husband to come along too!" "Just think of it as a couple getting out for a break once in a while, a change of scenery is good..."
He launched into a long, earnest explanation, his eloquence quite impressive. I eavesdropped under the bed and gradually pieced together the gist of it. This guy met my mother two months ago, and was immediately captivated by her beauty. He then hailed her as an absolute stunner, calling her every few days to check in and finding all sorts of excuses to ask her out alone. But he's really unlucky; after all this effort, he hasn't managed to get her to agree to even one invitation. A buzzing male voice kept babbling on, and after filtering through the phone, it sounded like a swarm of flies buzzing around. My mother initially... She gave a perfunctory reply, and eventually stopped talking altogether. She leaned against the edge of the desk, raised one long, beautiful leg, and slowly removed her stockings. My eyes widened; I then realized that my mother hadn't had time to change after coming home, and the phone call had been going on and on. It seemed she was getting impatient and eager to shed her professional facade and revert to her natural, domestic self…
At that moment, my mother stretched her legs out, and as her fingers moved, the thin stockings slipped down layer by layer, revealing inch by inch of her fair and delicate skin. Her movements were extremely graceful and composed, with a captivating, languid charm. With a flourish, she removed the stockings from one leg and began removing the other. Moments later, her beautiful, white leg was completely exposed before my eyes.
The noise on the phone continued its incessant chatter, showing no sign of stopping. My mother shook her head helplessly, braced herself behind her back, and gracefully sat down on the desk. She yawned languidly, leaning back slightly, her two alluring legs arching upwards, revealing even more of her snow-white thighs.
My heart pounded! This…this was a rare sight indeed! My mother usually paid the most attention to her appearance and posture, always maintaining a dignified and aloof demeanor; she rarely acted like this… "Disrespectful..." I never imagined that Mom could be so alluring when no one was around...
I stared intently, my gaze sweeping up and down, when suddenly I caught a glimpse of a dark shadow flashing beneath her skirt... But it was only for a moment. My ladylike mother quickly regained her composure, her legs crossed neatly, and she didn't do anything "out of line" again... At this moment, the oblivious Mr. Yang probably realized something and finally said goodbye, albeit reluctantly. Mom said a curt "Goodbye," and before he could say another affectionate word, she hung up the phone with a "beep"!
"Pah, you disgusting lecher!" Mom spat into the phone, saying contemptuously, "A toad trying to eat swan meat!" "
After saying that, she jumped down, barefoot and bare-legged, and walked to the tall dressing mirror, casually taking off her coat. Gazing at her beautiful reflection, the mother seemed captivated by her own beauty, standing there for what felt like an eternity, her eyes shining.
After a while, she suddenly chuckled, making a cute face at herself, her cheeks flushed with a youthful blush, and murmured, "Almost forty years old, still so concerned about my appearance and figure... You... you're getting younger and younger..."
As she murmured to herself, she couldn't help but thrust out her high breasts, gently squeezing them together with one arm! Instantly, her two full breasts were pressed together, the deep cleavage at the neckline appearing and disappearing, looking... It was incredibly alluring!
Ah, Mom is such a sexy beauty. If only… if only I could see her naked body!
As if knowing my thoughts, Mom brushed her hair aside and actually started taking off her clothes, revealing most of her snow-white, slender waist. My mouth was dry as I stared intently, completely mesmerized, when suddenly, unexpectedly, Mom turned around, her gaze landing on the wardrobe less than three feet away from me—we almost met face-to-face!
I was terrified, instinctively shrinking back under the bed, covering my head with my hands and lying face down on the floor, barely daring to breathe. I heard a soft, rustling sound—a bra being removed, a slapping sound—and I knew… My mother had already exposed her upper body, but I just couldn't muster
the courage to peek out again…
By the time I finally calmed myself down, her footsteps had faded, and she had already changed her clothes and leisurely left the bedroom. What bad luck! Such a perfect opportunity to peep had been wasted! I lay on the cold, hard floor, frowning, thinking, "The problem now is how do I get out of here?" Slipping out unnoticed seemed impossible! The more
I thought about it, the more nervous I became, as anxious as an ant on a hot pan. Suddenly, a burst of lively, energetic Latin music drifted from the living room, interspersed with a woman's voice: "One, two, three, four…do it again…two…" "Two, three, four..." Wait, isn't that the background music for aerobics? Could it be... could it be that Mom is...?
My mind raced, and I couldn't help but crawl out from under the bed, quietly approaching the door and cautiously peering into the living room! Wow, what I saw almost made my eyes pop out! In the middle of the living room, Mom was energetically jumping around on the carpet, her curvaceous figure clad only in a tight-fitting outfit that resembled a swimsuit, revealing her beautiful curves! What was especially arousing was that what covered Mom's ample bust was a tight-fitting tank top! Her fair waist below her chest was completely exposed, and even her delicate little belly button was clearly visible!
"...One, two, three, four... Listen to my command, jump..."
Following the instructions in the video, Mom put one hand on her hip, her shapely body leaping like a dancer! Her two high, soft mounds of flesh jiggled violently with the rhythm of the music, seemingly about to burst out of her tank top... Compared to four years ago, Mom's breasts were much fuller, their heavy weight almost bursting out... I don't know her bra size, but I'm sure one hand couldn't possibly hold her breasts... Ahh... Mom, I really want to grab them... I'd really enjoy kneading your breasts; the feel would be amazing
… Just thinking about it made my blood boil, and my right hand involuntarily pressed against my dildo… After the bouncing exercises, it was time to move on to leg exercises. Mom lay on the ground, her alluring body reclining on her side, her straight pink legs kicking in the air. Her narrow panties couldn't hide her full figure at all; whenever she opened one leg, a glimpse of half a rounded buttock could be seen through the seam, and the slightly raised, mysterious area between her thighs was vaguely visible through the fabric. It revealed a long, narrow cleavage, incredibly alluring from afar!
My lust burned fiercely, and I stroked my penis even more vigorously, my perverse desires reaching their peak… Oh, Mom, your body is so perfect… One day, I will definitely have your body… Yes, Mom, I love you so much, I want to ejaculate all my thick semen onto you, not a single drop spilled, onto your naked body…
Of course, Mom couldn't hear these lewd and obscene words. She was intently staring at the screen, seriously… Unaware that her son's lustful eyes were fixed on her mature, beautiful body, his mind filled with lewd and greedy thoughts, she was making every move. Finally, the half-hour aerobics session ended! The music stopped abruptly, and the mother collapsed limply onto her back, her limbs relaxed and outstretched, her breath coming in short, soft gasps. Her entire body was drenched in fragrant sweat, her glistening skin dotted with beads of perspiration, her full breasts heaving dramatically, and her face displaying a captivating expression of satisfied contentment!
It seems this isn't the first time Mom has danced and worked out! No wonder she maintains such a great figure; her stomach is as flat as a young girl's, without a single bit of flabby fat… But why have I never seen her work out? Is Mom deliberately hiding it from me…? Hmm, very likely! She leaves work early to come home, perhaps wanting to secretly exercise at home alone, so that I won't see her in this revealingly sexy outfit!
Hmph, what a biased mother! She goes to great lengths to achieve such a perfect figure, just to satisfy Dad's lust; yet she's so stingy with her own son, not even giving him a chance to feast his eyes!
I stared at my mother with envy, wanting nothing more than to rush up to her and roughly strip her of all her clothes… But right now, I didn’t have the guts. The only thing I dared to do was rub my hard penis and masturbate in a dark corner…
“Ah… I can’t take it anymore, Mom… I’m going to cum… I’m going to ejaculate for you… Ah… Ah…” A pleasurable scream erupted from the depths of my heart! I opened my eyes and saw the cloudy white semen spray out—not onto my mother’s womanly body, but onto my own palm…
A few minutes later, my mother seemed to have regained her strength. She gracefully stood up and walked to the bathroom to shower. I took the opportunity to run back to my room, put on my backpack and good shoes and socks, and quietly slipped out of the house, wandering aimlessly through the streets. At 5:30 in the evening, when I pretended to “come home from school,” my mother had already changed into clean and tidy home clothes. I was greeted by her gentle, kind smile, a smile that held both love and a mother's authority…
That night, I lay in bed, unable to fall asleep for a long time!
I knew that my mother truly loved me, like all mothers love their children! But the problem was, I needed more than that… I craved her mature and alluring body, and her soul! I longed to make my mother my woman, to possess her completely!
But could this idea be realized? Incest with my mother… that was a taboo subject! How easy was it to persuade her to abandon moral constraints and willingly make love to me? I was almost certain she would never agree to such a crazy idea.
So, what methods could I use to make my dream come true? I recalled many erotic novels I had read online, many of which featured incestuous relationships between mothers and sons! Perhaps I could research and learn from others' clever methods… But after much thought, most novels depict coercion, rape, or the use of sleeping pills, or portray the mother as inherently promiscuous and unable to resist her son's seduction… And none of these apply to me…
I racked my brains for a long time, still unable to find a solution, my eyelids slowly grew heavy, my consciousness blurred, and finally I drifted off to sleep…
In my dream, I was drawn by a strange voice, and in a daze, I climbed out of bed… No, it should be said that my soul left the covers, but my body remained on the bed, fast asleep… I didn't know if I was dreaming or if my soul had left my body? I only knew that in the unfathomable darkness, I was drifting aimlessly around!
“Little soldier… come here… little soldier… come quickly… come here…”
The voice was extremely persuasive, as if it came from a distant place, or as if it resonated from the depths of my heart. I followed the voice, and under its constant guidance, slowly walked into a small room.
In the center of the room stood a small round table covered with an old-fashioned tablecloth. A man in his thirties sat at the table, nodding to me. He had dark skin, an ugly face, and wore very old-fashioned clothes, dressed like a migrant worker! But for some reason, after seeing him, I couldn't help but feel a sense of familiarity!
"Who are you?" I blurted out.
"Who am I? Heh... Aren't you looking for me? Why are you asking who I am?" The man grinned, revealing a set of yellowed teeth, and said meaningfully, "Can't you tell? I am yourself!"
My heart skipped a beat, and I exclaimed in shock, "You... you're Brother Zhibin!"
"Yes, I am the Brother Zhibin you're looking for, your past life!" The man paused, glancing at me with a hint of mockery, and said, "So, I know everything you're thinking... including your most shameful secrets..."
My cheeks burned, and I quickly denied it, "What secrets do I have? Nonsense!"
"No?" The man narrowed his triangular eyes, his sharp gaze seeming to see right through me, "Do you dare swear that you've never thought about sleeping with your own mother? Never thought about having sex with her?"
"This..." I panicked, stammering and unable to speak.
The man laughed loudly, suddenly overturning the table, revealing his lower body sitting upright in the chair. I stared intently, my blood rushing to my head, a wave of dizziness washing over me…
The man's pants were open, revealing a thick, bulging penis. A middle-aged woman was kneeling at his feet, passionately sucking on his penis. She was completely naked, her voluptuous body trembling, her pretty face radiating a holy glow, yet her expression was utterly wanton… What horrified me most was that she… she was my mother!
“What are you doing? You bastard!” I roared angrily, rushing forward to pull my mother away from this damned man! But she seemed possessed, clinging tightly to the man's leg, uttering satisfied murmurs, refusing to let go!
"What...what's going on?" I collapsed to the ground, my body aching all over, and glared at the man fiercely, saying, "What kind of magic did you cast on my mother? You villain! Let her go right now..."
The man chuckled lewdly without answering, reached out and picked up my mother, letting her legs straddle his waist, his rough hands covering her breasts and kneading them wantonly. My mother's brows furrowed, as if her breasts were being squeezed in excruciating pain. She looked at him weakly, her eyes filled with a mixture of heat and agony… I was filled with shock and anger, gasping for breath, but powerless to stop what was happening…
“Actually, why are you angry?” The man suddenly stopped, saying calmly, “Don’t forget you are me, and I am you… My enjoying your mother’s body is the same as your enjoying it… I’m doing this just to show you that your mother isn’t as unattainable as you think. With a little cunning, anyone can bring back her licentious nature…”
“Bullshit! You’re talking nonsense!” I interrupted his filth, shouting, “My mother is mine alone! No one is allowed to touch her except me… If you dare lay a finger on her again, I… I will never let you get away with it!”
"Alright then!" The man, without changing his expression, casually released my mother and stared at me, saying, "I can leave her alone! But I want to ask, what about others? What about your father? Can you stop him from using even more outrageous methods than I do to play with your mother?"
I was speechless and slumped down, head bowed in despair.
The man suddenly said mysteriously, "Xiaobing, I have a plan that will not only let you taste your mother's body, but also make her belong to you forever... Do you want to try it?"
I looked up abruptly, staring at him coldly, and said, "Why? Why do you want to help me?"
The man's eyes flashed coldly as he said, word by word, "Because I swore an oath in the moment of my tragic death that I would definitely have the woman I love in my next life! And only you can make this wish come true!"
I remained silent for a long time before saying, "What is your plan? Tell me first!" The man leaned down and brought his head close to my ear. His eerie, hoarse voice, laced with a sneer, seemed to come from his mouth, yet also seemed to have always existed in my heart...
(IV)
Early in the morning, just as dawn broke, I woke from a deep sleep! As usual, my penis was erect, creating a small tent in the sheets! Recalling what I had glimpsed yesterday afternoon—my mother's half-naked, shapely figure—my lust grew even stronger, to the point that I couldn't get up for a long time!
"Mom, I want you so much… I really want to be in bed with you right now, to lick every inch of your skin…"
But, fantasies are just fantasies, reality is reality! I sighed, trying hard to suppress my lustful thoughts, listlessly got dressed, washed up in the bathroom, and went to the living room to prepare breakfast.
Just as I finished making the milk, I suddenly heard the clatter of pots and pans from the kitchen, followed by the aroma of congee with preserved egg and lean pork! Huh? Is Mom making breakfast? Strange, why is she up so early today? In my memory, she usually doesn't get up until half an hour later!
I crept forward and peeked in, immediately spotting my mother's familiar figure bustling about in the kitchen. She was wearing a loose nightgown, her long, flowing hair cascading over her shoulders, her face completely bare of makeup. That natural, pure beauty, combined with her slightly languid and alluring demeanor, created a unique charm that captivated my gaze!
My mother didn't notice me standing behind her, engrossed in stirring the food in the pan. She was clearly in a good mood, humming a soft tune, her full figure swaying slightly with each movement of the spatula… Although the long nightgown concealed her alluring curves, just staring at her glistening, slender legs was enough to arouse me…
Once the food was cooked, my mother turned off the gas and ladled the dishes onto plates. Then she lifted the lid of the rice cooker and stirred the cooked savory porridge with a wooden spoon… As she stirred, something seemed to come to mind, and her expression suddenly changed, a hazy light flickering in her eyes…
“That annoying person, always so energetic…” Mom murmured to herself, a faint blush rising to her cheeks. Bathed in sunlight, her beautiful face shone like the morning glow, making her radiant. I was startled, then it dawned on me! Judging from this, Mom and Dad had probably been intimate all night, enjoying their time together, perhaps even exhausting themselves. Mom felt sorry for Dad, so she got up early this morning to cook his favorite preserved egg and lean pork porridge… Thinking of this, a surge of jealousy welled up inside me
, and I couldn't help but run out of the house to check the trash can in the hallway. Lifting the surface of the clutter, three shiny condoms immediately caught my eye! Thick, whitish semen slowly oozed from his mouth, the liquid plentiful and nauseating to behold…
So, last night, Dad "ravaged" Mom at least three times! Good heavens! Three whole times! My beloved woman was being violated, and I could only watch helplessly… What's even more infuriating is that she was aroused by his advances… This heart-wrenching feeling is beyond description! In fact, my heart is breaking, I'm driven mad with jealousy, and tears are streaming down my face uncontrollably!
—What should I do? Am I destined to never be with Mom in this lifetime? No, I'm not reconciled... Suddenly, the dream I had last night flashed through my mind. My past life—that ugly man, "Brother Zhibin," his hoarse voice echoed in my ears, each word striking my heart heavily...
"To break the taboo and obtain Mother's body, and to possess her forever, is absolutely not an easy task! I guarantee it's far more difficult than you imagine... However, if you strictly follow the plan I teach you, there's a possibility of success..."
"This plan consists of several steps... There's one thing you must remember: during the implementation of the plan, you must never reveal your true thoughts to Mother... You must carefully conceal your ulterior motives, always appearing as a good child in front of Mother. This will minimize her vigilance, and by the time she realizes she's fallen into the trap, it will be too late, and she'll become your prey... But before that, remember! Even a greedy glance could reveal the secret, making all your efforts futile!"
"...Let's talk about the first step of the plan! First, you need to disrupt your parents' harmonious sex life! Think about it, if Mom can always get satisfaction from Dad, why would she come to you? So we need to find a way to 'disable' Dad's manhood, so that he'll never be as virile again..."
"As the saying goes, 'Thirty is like a wolf, forty is like a tiger!' Your mother is a married woman, and she's at the age when her desires are at their peak. Without enough 'nourishment,' her mature body will begin to feel lonely, empty, and even restless... Over time, this anxiety will shift from physical to psychological; she'll become depressed and insecure... When Mom frequently shows signs of suspicion and tension, the first step of the plan will be considered a success!"
"Furthermore, I can tell you about some medications. Secretly slip them into your father's food. If you persist for a while, his sexual function will gradually decline, eventually leading to complete impotence… Meanwhile, you must follow my instructions and relentlessly train your 'weapon,' making it so powerful that women are completely overwhelmed and unable to resist… This way, the balance will shift, and unexpected benefits will arise in the future…"
These words, like pearls, suddenly awakened my mind, like a beacon suddenly lit in the vast ocean, illuminating my path!
Okay, Brother Zhibin, I'll try it as you say! You are my past life, please bless me to succeed…
The next day, I seized an opportunity and secretly broke into my parents' bedroom again, using super glue to reattach the talisman. Brother Zhibin told me in a dream that the white jade bottle was used for sealing, to prevent the resentment and karmic retribution from my past life from affecting my next life. If I hadn't accidentally torn the talisman, he would never have appeared in my dreams. Only on days when the yin energy was particularly strong could I vaguely sense some of his thoughts. But now the situation is different; he can meet me in my dreams anytime he wants!
In the evening, the whole family gathered for dinner. Mom cooked a particularly lavish meal, laying out a table full of delicacies, and even opened a bottle of champagne brought back from abroad.
Dad, beaming, talked incessantly, his brows furrowed with undisguised pride. This afternoon, he received a notice from the board of directors, officially promoted to general manager of the company. He had longed for this position for many years, and now that he had finally secured it, he was naturally overjoyed!
"Honey, you're becoming more and more successful!" Mom's eyes were full of happiness as she smiled and said, "I propose a toast to your extraordinary achievement!"
Dad grinned from ear to ear, raised his glass to clink with Mom's, and downed it in one gulp. I watched from the sidelines, feeling a pang of unease. Dad—my rival—had performed so well; Mom's heart would surely lean even more towards him! This wasn't good news for me!
I guess I had to hurry! Otherwise, I might lose this battle for Mom…
After a few rounds of drinks, Dad hesitated, then said apologetically, “Wife, I'll be busy with work from now on, so I probably won't be able to come home for dinner every day! Leaving you all alone at home, it's really…unfortunate…”
“It's alright, just focus on your work!” Mom smiled gently, saying softly, “I can handle things at home, you don't need to worry…Besides, I'm not lonely, I still have my grown son with me.”
My heart fluttered, and I said with a hint of sarcasm, “Mom, you're right! I'll take care of you properly, in Dad's place!”
“You little rascal!” Mom rolled her eyes at me, scolding, “What ability do you have to take care of Mom? Humph, you're lucky if you can even manage yourself!”
Damn it, Mom doesn't understand me at all, and still treats me like an immature little boy... But, it's not so bad! Didn't "Brother Zhibin" warn me to try to hide my ambition? Okay, I'll just have to endure it for now! Anyway, Mom will eventually be "taken care of" and taken to bed by me! Haha...
I chuckled awkwardly and lowered my head, saying nothing. Mom, however, stopped smiling and worriedly reminded Dad, "When you're out socializing, make sure your stomach is healthy and you don't overwork yourself... Starting today, I'll
make you soup every night to nourish your body... No matter how late you come home, remember to drink it..."
How cheesy! I couldn't stand it anymore, so I quickly used the excuse of getting more rice to reluctantly walk into the kitchen. Looking up, I saw a clay pot simmering on the stove, steaming hot!
This must be the soup Mom made? Hmm, it smells delicious, but unfortunately, Dad is the one who gets to enjoy it… Thinking of this, a sudden idea struck me: Hey, isn't this the perfect opportunity to take the first step in implementing my plan?
My heart started pounding. I looked around for a while, and after confirming there was no danger, I pulled a small porcelain bottle from my pocket… This was guanethidine (note) that I bought at the pharmacy that afternoon. Just 25 milligrams a day would turn even the strongest man into an impotent… I gritted my teeth, my hands trembling as I reached out and lifted the lid of the pot, pouring all the medicine in!
“Sizzle—” A plume of white smoke rose from the pot! I didn't have time to look, quickly put the lid back on, and fled back to the dining table. Although I tried my best to calm myself down, I was still incredibly nervous, and my legs were even a little weak… Fortunately, my parents were busy chatting and laughing and didn't notice my strange expression…
After dinner, as expected, Mom brought out the soup she had cooked from the kitchen and lovingly served it to Dad. I held my breath, watching Dad drink it down, a sense of vengeful pleasure rising within me… But then, after only half a bowl, he suddenly stopped!
“What’s wrong? Is the soup not good?” Mom asked, puzzled. “No…” Dad frowned, thoughtfully saying, “It just feels like the soup tastes a little strange today…”
“Really? Has my cooking deteriorated?” Mom said, picking up a spoon, “Let me try a sip…”
I panicked, almost screaming out loud… Good heavens, there’s something in this soup! If it really can reduce a man’s libido, it might even “kill” women too! If Mom becomes “sexually frigid” because of this, then everything will be over…
Luckily, Dad spoke up in time: “It’s nothing serious, maybe it’s just a little bland… Here, just add some salt!”
Mom, unsuspecting, didn’t insist any further. I breathed a sigh of relief, my tense nerves finally relaxing. I secretly made a decision—from now on, I'd sprinkle the medicine into the soup, something Dad eats every day, and it wouldn't be easily noticed!
I believed that in the near future, Dad would become a tree without roots, a sun without warmth! Then, hehe! Only I would have the ability to conquer my beautiful mother's body…
In the blink of an eye, more than three months had passed. My first step in the plan had been carried out flawlessly for over ninety days!
During this time, every night I would seize the opportunity to sneak into the kitchen and secretly "poison" the soup I had prepared. Because I was extremely careful, my conspiracy hadn't been exposed yet! Dad always took the medicine I prepared for him at the appointed time every night after returning home, without missing a single day!
To be honest, sometimes I felt guilty, feeling very sorry for my parents! My father works so hard to support the family, all he wants is for them to live more comfortably, yet I have so viciously hurt him… As for my mother, she probably never imagined that the nourishing food she cooked would become an accomplice in destroying my father's sexual function…
But, despite my guilt, I can no longer convince myself to stop! Who can blame me when my mother's body is so alluring?
If I can't have her body in this lifetime, if I can't taste the ecstasy of penetrating her, I… I will never give up!
Making love with my mother, what a blissful thing…
To achieve this goal, I've done a lot of meticulous work. Depriving my father of his sexual ability is only part of it. At the same time, I've intensified my efforts, diligently training my penis!
According to what I learned in my past life, the most fundamental way to comprehensively improve the combat power of one's manhood is to practice "male endurance"! In other words, only by adjusting the optimal timing of ejaculation and achieving complete control can one make a woman surrender wholeheartedly. According to this theory, I began training in three areas:
First, the urine-holding method—how to urinate scientifically after waking up in the morning is actually a science. The correct way is to hold back as much as possible when you feel the urge to urinate; after holding it in, slowly let it out; then hold it in again, then let it out again… repeat this several times until you have finished urinating. It is said that practicing this method often can help you flexibly control the sphincter muscles…
Second, the suspension method—first, masturbate in your usual position, and stop stimulating once you are erect. Then, place a small towel or other similar object on your erect penis and see how long it can remain erect. As long as you continue to practice, the duration of the erection will be greatly increased, and you can even hang heavier objects!
Third, the anal sphincter exercise—this exercise was created by the ancients and is said to have been practiced for thousands of years. It can be performed in various postures, whether sitting, lying down, or standing. When practicing, relax your whole body, tighten your buttocks and thighs, inhale while expanding your abdomen, and exhale while contracting your abdomen. With each breath, press your tongue against the roof of your mouth, contract your anus upwards, hold your breath for 5-10
seconds, then exhale and relax your whole body… Repeat this 20-30 times, and you'll soon see the amazing effect of controlling orgasm!
These methods sounded very plausible, so I naturally believed them without a doubt. After diligently following them for two months, I don't know if it was just psychological, but I did feel quite effective. First of all, judging from the appearance of my penis, it seemed much more imposing than before, its bulging veins giving it a rather ferocious look.
Unfortunately, whether my sexual function had improved, this "youngster" couldn't possibly know for the time being!
As for whether my ability to control ejaculation had improved, I was completely clueless! However, my ability to control urination had indeed greatly improved. Now, I can urinate for a full 5 minutes, and the sensitivity of the switch is even better than a faucet. What
I'm most proud of is the surge in my ability to lift heavy objects. Not to brag, but when I'm "working hard," I can sometimes even lift a heavy handbag...
Of course, simply upgrading my own "weapon" isn't enough. I'm more concerned about my dad's side! How can I find out if those medications are actually working? After much thought, I finally came up with a good idea—checking the condoms!
So, checking the trash cans and counting the condoms became my daily routine! After a long period of observation, I was delighted to find that the situation was better than I had initially expected!
According to my records, at the beginning, my parents had sex three nights a week, using three to four condoms each night. After more than a month of "taking the medication," it was down to only two nights a week, and at most only two
condoms per night... As time went on, both the "number of times" per week and the "number of condoms" per night slowly and steadily decreased, constantly breaking records...
That day after school, as usual, I checked the trash cans in the hallway outside my house. I searched high and low, but still couldn't find that thin membrane-like thing... This is the tenth day in a row with no results! It seems like Dad is really not going to make it...
"What are you rummaging through here for?" Suddenly, a familiar voice rang out from behind me! I jumped in fright and turned around to see my mother standing about half a meter away from me, having opened the door sometime earlier.
"N-nothing!" I stammered, flustered and at a loss for words.
"Really?" My mother stared at me, her gaze turning stern. She said calmly, "Then why are you rummaging through the trash can so diligently? You didn't even notice me standing next to you!"
"Well... I accidentally dropped a coin... I'm trying to find it..." I panicked even more, stammering a lie... If my mother found out the truth, her keen intuition might lead her to suspect that I was the one causing the recent problems in our sex life, and that would be terrible...
"Looking for a coin?" My mother looked at me suspiciously, her face full of distrust. Her eyes darted around, and she suddenly strode over to the trash can, picking up a small broom and stirring the debris inside. Unfortunately, after searching for a while, she still couldn't find anything!
"No, you're definitely hiding something from me!" Mom was a little angry. She stopped and thought for a moment, then suddenly her pretty face hardened, and she said coldly, "Xiaobing, tell Mom the truth! Did you throw away something you couldn't tell anyone? Like... the test paper you didn't do well on?"
I was stunned and asked, confused, "What test paper? I don't understand..." "Stop pretending!" Mom seemed to suddenly realize something, and she held out her hand in front of me, saying with a slight reproach,
"Where's your midterm report card? It should have been handed out long ago, why haven't I seen it?"
"Huh? Mom, you forgot? Didn't I tell you the day before yesterday that the teacher said the report cards would be handed out at the parent-teacher conference next week?"
"Ah, right..." Mom smiled embarrassedly, "Really, I didn't even remember that... I don't know why, but I've been feeling uneasy these past few days..." As she spoke, a blank look appeared on her face, and she sighed as if she had something on her mind, then slowly walked back into the house.
I followed behind, a sudden thought striking me. I remembered a few words from "Brother Zhibin"—that disharmony in sex life could make a mother tense, suspicious, insecure, and even absent-minded all day… Heh heh, how similar that was to her behavior just now! So, all those months of effort hadn't been in vain
… I pondered for a moment, then decided to test her reaction again, casually asking, "Mom, will Dad be home for dinner tonight?"
Mom's shoulders trembled slightly, and she said irritably, "Don't mention your dad! He's always out having fun, how could he possibly remember us, mother and daughter?"
Hmm, judging from her tone, she had quite a bit of a problem with Dad, but this attitude was less about dissatisfaction and more about coquettishness—like the love-hate relationship you see on TV when a young wife talks about her husband…
"Mom, there's something about Dad that I don't know if I should tell you or not?" I paused deliberately, feigning a very troubled expression.
"What is it?" Mom, as expected, fell for it, turning around in a whirlwind and glaring at me. "Stop stammering, just say it!"
I hesitated, then said, "Never mind, it's better not to tell you..."
"No, you have to tell me!" Mom became anxious, stamping her foot. "How dare a child disobey his mother's orders? Isn't that outrageous?"
"But... Dad told me to keep it a secret!" I looked completely innocent, refusing to budge despite her persistent questioning...
"Good son, can you do Mom a favor?" Helpless, Mom softened her tone, pleading softly, "If you're a good boy, I'll buy you a brand new mountain bike in a couple of days..."
"I don't want a mountain bike!" I chuckled inwardly, pouting and saying sweetly, "Just give me a kiss, Mom!"
Almost without thinking, Mom leaned down and gently touched my forehead with her soft red lips! Before I could even react, she flicked her finger again, saying angrily, "You little devil with so many tricks up your sleeve! Hurry up and tell me!" I coughed, reached out and grabbed my mother's neck, stood on tiptoe, and said mysteriously, "Let me tell you! Last Wednesday at noon, I saw Dad with a young, beautiful auntie, going to Juchun Restaurant for lunch..." My mother's face suddenly turned pale: "You...you didn't see wrong?"
"I saw it with my own eyes!" I said seriously, while simultaneously bending my mother's body down, my mouth almost touching her ear. At such close range, I could smell a faint, elegant fragrance emanating from my mother. Her soft body was half-embraced, half-held by me; even through her clothes, the feel of her was incredibly pleasant!
"And...what happened next?" my mother asked anxiously, completely unconcerned about my tight embrace.
I composed myself, suppressing the urge to lick my mother's delicate earlobe and blow warm breath into her ear, and whispered, "Later, Dad saw me too. He came over and told me that I mustn't know about this, and then he left... When he left, he was holding hands with that auntie..." My mother's chest heaved with anger, and she said in a trembling voice, "Really?"
"No way!" I suddenly burst into laughter, leaning back and forth, and said, "Mom, you've been tricked! Hehe, I was just joking with you, and you actually took it seriously..."
My mother was stunned, and only then did she realize that she had been fooled by me. She was both amused and annoyed. She pinched me hard and scolded, "You naughty boy! How dare you make jokes like that?"
"I won't... I won't do it again..." I begged for forgiveness repeatedly, saying in my most sincere tone, "Mom, I noticed you seem to have something on your mind lately... You're always frowning, and it makes me feel bad too, so I thought of this idea to cheer you up... If you don't like it, then... then..."
I spoke these words with deep emotion, and Mom was moved by me, her expression softening. She patted my head and said softly, "Xiaobing, I know you're good to Mom! But you're still young, and there are many things you don't understand... Sigh, let's not talk about this... What do you want to eat tonight? Mom will go and cook for you right away..." I counted on my fingers, naming a few of my favorite dishes, and Mom went to the kitchen to prepare them. I leaned against the wall, my eyes fixed on her slender and pretty back, lost in thought.
—All signs indicated that Mom's emotions were fluctuating, and she was quite irritable and suspicious. I told such a clumsy lie, and she actually believed it! If she weren't so insecure, how could she have been so easily fooled by a little kid like me…
A "clang" rang out, and I looked in the direction of the sound. It turned out Mom had accidentally knocked over a bowl! She shook her head in disbelief, and with a wry smile, cleaned up the broken pieces… While cooking, I noticed Mom's expression was indifferent, unlike a few months ago when she would hum a cheerful tune and rhythmically sway her hips…
At this point, I could finally be certain: the first step of the plan had succeeded! Under my careful planning, Dad gradually lost his leverage as a "love rival"; and Mom, beautiful and mature, underwent subtle changes, both physiologically and psychologically, that she herself didn't even notice…
That night, I had a dream. In the dream, I saw "Brother Zhibin" again after several months of separation.
"Congratulations! You did a great job!" Zhibin was still sitting in his chair, a grotesque smile on his face. The difference was, this time I didn't see Mom…
"Those drugs you mentioned really worked!" I waved my hand excitedly, "Now Dad's impotent, and Mom's not satisfied, she must be feeling really empty! I'm thinking of taking advantage of her weakness, what do you think?"
"If you do that, you'll definitely get a cold shoulder!" Zhibin poured cold water on my enthusiasm.
"That's right," he said bluntly. "Your mother may not be able to enjoy herself in bed, but her relationship with your father is still very good. How could she possibly have an affair so quickly? Even if she really wanted to cheat, she would only go to someone else, and it's impossible for her to be seduced by you... The sinful thought of incest between mother and son simply cannot break through your mother's strong defenses, let alone make her cross moral taboos..."
I couldn't help but feel deflated and asked dejectedly, "Then... then what should we do?"
"Don't rush, just do as I say!" Brother Zhibin smiled calmly and said confidently, "The second phase of our plan is to sow discord between your parents... Hasn't your mother become more suspicious? We can make full use of this. Do some small things to make her suspect that your father is having an affair... But you have to be careful not to go too far! It's best to leave your mother half-believing and half-doubting, her mind in turmoil... Over time, her loyalty and love for your father will waver. In her jealousy, she will develop a desire for revenge, and subconsciously, she will also want to find a man to keep her company so that she can vent her anger on her husband..."
I listened with great interest, nodding frequently! This plan was simply brilliant! My mother has always been dignified and virtuous, and originally she would have disdained extramarital affairs. But now, I want to make her, with a complicated mindset, actively teeter on the edge of "cheating"... Even if this is mostly due to anger towards her father, and not her own intention, given enough time, it will inevitably develop into an uncontrollable situation where the pretense becomes real... Hehe, at that point, her mother will have taken the first step into the abyss of depravity, and there will be no turning back until she is completely lost in lust!
I laughed, a very lewd laugh; Brother Zhibin also laughed, a very sinister laugh. The two laughs slowly merged together, eventually becoming one sound...
Note: Guanethidine is a blood pressure lowering drug, and long-term use can lead to decreased sexual function.
(V)
Sowing discord between parents, this task seems insignificant, but actually doing it has given me a lot of trouble. Compared with the first stage of the plan, the difficulty of the action has obviously increased! How should I begin? I can't just tell my mother every now and then that my father is flirting with some woman, can I? First, I don't have the ability to fabricate stories. Second, even if I could tell a lie convincingly, my parents would immediately expose it if they confronted me later.
Besides, according to Zhibin's instructions, my goal was simply to create a rift in my parents' relationship, to make them less close than before, so that my mother would have thoughts of "emotional infidelity"! But I don't want them to be arguing all the time, ending up in divorce! However, how to strike the right balance has become a major headache for me...
After pondering for a while, I suddenly had a flash of inspiration: direct instigation won't work, so why not use indirect methods? For example, deliberately fabricating scattered clues and ambiguous hints… Mom is a very meticulous woman; she'll definitely notice anything "off." Given her recent tendency to be suspicious, she might overthink things and leave a lingering unease…
Hey, this is a great idea! It's a bloodless kill with a high safety factor! My spirits lifted, and after figuring out the details, I decided to put it into practice immediately.
The next day, I took out my saved allowance and went to the department store to buy a cheap bottle of perfume; during class, I plucked a few long hairs from my deskmate's head. The little brat cried from the pain and threatened to report me to the teacher. Luckily, I quickly came up with a plan and promised to buy her a Snoopy doll, which made her stop crying and start laughing…
Sigh, little girls are such a hassle! No wonder I can't seem to get interested in the pretty girls in my class; they're either too pampered or too naive! Only a mature woman like my mother—gentle, elegant, and graceful—is the ideal I fervently pursue!
That evening, Dad didn't step through the door until 9:30. While he was comfortably showering, exhausted, I began
my operation! First, I routinely "poisoned" him in the kitchen. Then, I picked up Dad's coat, sprayed some perfume on the collar, and carefully coiled a few strands of his long hair around it.
Looking at my masterpiece, I felt secretly smug! Mom always did the laundry; if nothing unexpected happened, she would definitely see this "evidence"! Hehe, then Dad would have no way to deny it!
I returned to my room excitedly, patiently waiting for the show to begin. Unexpectedly, the entire evening passed, and the atmosphere remained as calm as ever. Even after all the clothes were hung out to dry on the balcony, the expected event still hadn't occurred!
I was greatly disappointed, unable to understand how Dad had escaped this predicament! Had the hair and perfume been blown away by the wind? Or was Mom just too distracted to notice such obvious signs?
In desperation, I tried the same trick, tampering with Dad's clothes for several days. I wrapped more and more hair around his clothes, and applied increasingly strong perfume, practically beckoning Mom to be careful. Surprisingly, everything remained calm at home. Dad didn't notice a thing, and Mom's expression showed no sign of distress!
This was strange. What was the problem? I was sure that with Mom's keen observation skills, she couldn't have missed nothing! But why wasn't she making a scene? Was she simply indifferent, or was she just not planning to make a fuss?
—It seemed I had to go even further to find out her true intentions…
I gritted my teeth, went to the store, bought a lipstick, and used my lips to leave a faint lip print on Dad's clothes—his underwear, no less… It was disgusting! But to get Mom, I was willing to do anything disgusting…
This time, it finally worked!
"Honey, come to the bedroom for a second!" That evening, my dad and I were watching TV in the living room when my mom suddenly walked in with a frosty expression, coldly uttered those words, and left without looking back. My dad looked bewildered, but I was secretly delighted!
"What's with all this mystery?" my dad muttered under his breath, getting up and following me into the bedroom. I sat alone for a while, then secretly slipped to the bedroom door, eavesdropping on the conversation inside.
"...Tell me, how do you explain this?" It was my mom's voice, slightly choked with emotion.
"I can't explain it!" my dad said with a bitter smile, "I'll say it again, I really haven't messed around with any women... At most, I've danced with them, but that's just for social occasions..."
"Don't change the subject!" my mom said irritably, "Would dancing leave a lipstick mark? You can't fool even a child with a lie like that!"
"But I really didn't lie!" my dad said anxiously, trying to explain, "Could it be... someone playing a prank?"
My heart skipped a beat, and I felt a little guilty. But Mom quickly interrupted him, saying disapprovingly, "Nonsense! Even if it were a prank, it would definitely be a woman who did it! Would you let any grown man touch your underwear?"
"I wish it were a man!" Dad sighed, saying with distress, "You know what? I'd rather be seen
as gay than have you unhappy because of a misunderstanding..." The room fell silent for a long time. After a long while, Mom said hesitantly, "Okay, I'll believe you this once! But if there's a next time, I won't let you off the hook!"
"There will never be a next time!" Dad's tone softened a bit, and he said fiercely, "Tomorrow I'll go to the company and investigate to see which guy is so bold as to play such a joke on me while I'm drunk..."
"What? You're drunk again?" Mom's voice rose, slightly reproachful, "Didn't I tell you to be more restrained?"
"Don't be angry, honey! Hehe... I'll definitely change... Come here, give me a kiss..."
"Go away! Your breath reeks of alcohol, how disgusting..."
The room was filled with laughter, kissing, and the sounds of bodies rubbing together... I was consumed by jealousy, wanting nothing more than to rush in and stop them... Fortunately, things didn't escalate further. My parents only kissed briefly before moving on to other topics, talking about interpersonal relationships and everyday family matters. I lost interest in listening and quietly slipped away...
For the next while, I temporarily halted my "framing" efforts. The reason was simple: according to common sense, since Dad had slipped up, he would at least restrain himself for a while. If I stirred things up during this time, it might backfire and expose me instead!
Besides, I could tell that although Mom said she believed Dad, she still harbored doubts. She would inevitably try to gather clues to find out the truth. In this situation, the most effective method was to "cool things off," leaving her with nothing of value... Women, sometimes, the calmer things are, the more they love to speculate! A mother who's lost her way will definitely overthink and become anxious, which will only increase her suspicions about father!
However, I can't remain inactive for too long! The current situation is that there's already some distrust between my parents. If I just add fuel to the fire, I can completely escalate the hidden conflict... As for the specific steps, I've already planned everything out, and I've prepared all the necessary "tools." The only thing I'm lacking is a suitable opportunity...
Half a month has passed, and that night, the opportunity finally arrived!
It was a Saturday night, and my father came home later than ever before, stumbling drunkenly into the house around eleven o'clock. Strictly speaking, he didn't even "step" in by himself; the driver half-carried, half-supported him, and you could smell the strong stench of alcohol on him from a distance!
"You, what happened to you, drinking like this again?" My mother frowned slightly, scolding my father while carefully loosening his tie and jacket.
Dad, his eyes glazed over with drunkenness, peeked at Mom with a grin and mumbled incoherently, "I'm not drunk... I only had a little bit... Honey, why... why aren't you... standing still? I think... I think you're the one who's drunk..."
Mom shook her head helplessly, then suddenly stomped her foot at me, scolding, "Silly boy, what are you standing there for? Come help me, help your dad to bed!"
I agreed and went over, struggling to lift Dad's body. With Mom's help, I slowly and laboriously moved him towards the bedroom... After a few steps, a thought struck me, and the mischievous idea I'd been planning suddenly popped into my head...
—Wasn't this the perfect opportunity to put it into practice? Dad was placed on the bed, stripped down to only his underwear, his head resting against a large pillow as he fell into a deep sleep.
Mom hesitated for a moment, then asked me to bring a basin of hot water from the kitchen. She wrung out a hot towel herself, first wiping Dad's face, then wiping his entire body... I observed carefully from the side, noticing that when Mom's hand touched his groin, a faint blush rose to her face, and her breathing became a little rapid. She subconsciously glanced at me, giving me a wink, indicating that I could "take my leave"...
Damn it, that silver-plated spearhead is clearly no longer effective, I really don't understand why Mom still clings to it? If she wants pleasure, her son has his own "tool" right here, already aroused by Mom's beautiful body for a long time, but she didn't even glance at it...
I angrily returned to my room, retrieved a plastic bag from a hidden spot, inside was a woman's floral handkerchief and several unopened condoms. This was my carefully prepared "gift," if I could successfully plant it, then there would be a good show to watch!
Dad's purse was thrown on the chair in the living room, not yet put away. I quickly and carefully opened the purse, stuffing the "gifts" into two corners! The locations weren't too conspicuous, but they were also easy to find... After finishing, I sat down nonchalantly, waiting for things to unfold.
A while later, Mom came out with a basin of water, looking somewhat tired. She silently wiped her sweat and began tidying up the mess Dad had made of the living room. Shoes, socks, coats, and keys scattered all over the floor were neatly arranged. Finally, she picked up the purse...
I kept my head down, pretending to be engrossed in reading the newspaper, but out of the corner of my eye, I saw Mom quickly glance at me, and seeing that I wasn't paying attention, she picked up the purse and walked away. Then came the sound of a zipper being opened. Without even looking, I knew she was secretly rummaging through Dad's belongings…
Not long after, Mom, probably having discovered the "gift," suddenly changed her expression. Her hand holding the bag trembled slightly, and her eyes revealed a mixture of jealousy, sadness, anger, and desolation. Clearly, her heart was a jumble of emotions, a torrent of unspeakable feelings welling up inside her!
I acted immediately, picking up the phone and making a pager! It was a massage parlor number; I'd bribed her a few days ago with two hundred yuan. Whenever she received my pager, she would pretend to be a prostitute and answer the call…
"Beep beep beep… beep beep beep…" A few minutes later, Dad's phone rang as promised! Hey, that massage parlor girl was quite reliable; she didn't make me waste my money! Hopefully, she's quick-witted enough not to give herself away easily!
The phone kept ringing. Mom grabbed Dad's coat and quickly pulled the phone out of her pocket. She hesitated for a moment, but seeing that the ringing showed no sign of stopping, she resolutely pressed the answer button.
"Hello... I'm sorry, he just fell asleep. Is there something you need... I'm his wife, and who are you... What? You're talking nonsense! You... who are you?"
Mom's emotions became agitated, seemingly losing her usual dignified composure. Her face was flushed with anger, and her voice was much louder than usual... Very good, all the reactions were exactly as expected! The masseuse hadn't let me down...
"You slut, you shameless woman! Get out of here!"
My usually polite and refined mother was actually swearing. This was truly a novelty! It was clear that her anger had reached its peak, hence her reckless words! I couldn't help but feel a little scared, thinking that Mom was currently in a rage, and I hoped I wouldn't become her punching bag! So I quickly slipped back to my room!
Sitting on the bed, I thought carefully. Tonight's actions had achieved the expected results, but what the outcome would be was hard to say. My mother suffered such humiliation; she must be heartbroken and angry right now, and she's probably going to have a huge fight with my father! What if she can't control her anger and starts talking about divorce? Wouldn't that create a storm in the house for no reason…?
I vaguely regretted going too far, but it was too late to undo the damage. I couldn't very well go out and admit to my mother that everything was my doing, that I, her own son, was just after her! I'd be beaten to death… Right now, I could only leave it to fate, hoping things wouldn't get too bad… I prayed for a while, and when I heard no noise outside, I went to bed with a heavy heart…
In the middle of the night, I was sleeping soundly when I was suddenly awakened by a few knocks on the door! “Who is it?” I turned on the lamp and asked groggily.
“Xiaobing, open the door…” A deep, familiar voice called out. “It’s Mom!”
I snapped out of my drowsiness and got up to open the door. Mom slipped in. She was carrying a blanket, her hair slightly disheveled, her eyes red and swollen, and her face looking quite tired and pitiful.
“Xiaobing, Mom will sleep with you tonight!” she whispered. Without waiting for my reply, she unfolded the blanket, laid it out, and sat down on the edge of the bed.
I was overjoyed and could hardly believe my ears. Since I was four years old, I hadn’t slept with my mother…
"Sharing a bed" is over! Every night, the thought of my beloved woman sleeping in someone else's arms makes my heart ache! Now, it's all right, I've "taken" my mother back, and we can lie in the same bed again... The only difference is that the person sleeping next to her is no longer the innocent and romantic son of the past, but a "devil" who drools over her mature body!
"What are you thinking about? Don't you like sleeping with Mom?" My strange expression probably caught my mother's attention. She looked up at her pale face and asked softly.
"How could that be?" I quickly denied it, saying ingratiatingly, "I'm so happy that Mom is coming to sleep with me!"
My mother nodded, a look of loneliness on her beautiful face. She sighed with a heavy heart and didn't say a word!
I coughed and tentatively asked, "Mom, why are you unhappy? Did Dad... make you angry again?"
"Don't mention your father!" My mother's face darkened, and tears welled up in her clear eyes. Her angry expression, her sorrowful look, combined with her captivating beauty, created a unique allure. I was stunned... I never imagined a beauty could be so captivating, even when she was angry... My gaze involuntarily lingered on her, wishing I could see her naked body through her loose nightgown! At the same time, a lewd thought surfaced in my mind...—A lonely and empty
woman is most prone to losing control of her emotions! At this moment, my mother's heart was filled with resentment, and coupled with her unstable emotions, her sense of morality and ethics must have been blurred! If I could break through her defenses, perhaps tonight I could make my mother lose her virginity to me, leading her down the abyss of depravity...
Thinking of this, my heart pounded, and I quickly sat down beside my mother, adopting the demeanor of a well-behaved child, comforting her in the gentlest voice, telling many jokes, hoping to make her smile and forget her heartache. No matter how hard I tried, my mother remained pale and tearful… After a long while, she suddenly raised her head, stared at me solemnly, and said, “Xiaobing, if… Mom and Dad get divorced, which one… would you choose to live with?”
“What?” I was shocked and stammered, “No… it can’t be that bad, right? You’re really planning to get a divorce?”
“Whether it’s true or not, don’t worry about that!” My mother impatiently interrupted me, looking at me expectantly and saying, “Mom just needs to say one thing: if you could only choose one, who would you live with?” I composed myself and reluctantly answered, “Is that even a question? Of course, I’d live with Mom!” But inwardly, I was anxious. It seemed that this scheme had gone too far, and it might actually become real…
Hearing my “loyal confession,” my mother’s eyes immediately lit up, and a look of relief appeared on her pretty face. She murmured, “My son is still the best to me…”
I thought to myself, things were going very badly, but I couldn’t worry about that now! Right now, I didn’t care about anything else; I just had to get my hands on my mother first! So I suddenly stood up, grabbed her hand, and said emotionally, "Of course I want to be good to you! Mom is the most important person in my heart, and I never want to be separated from you!"
"Silly child!" Mom smiled faintly and said softly, "In a few years, Mom will be old... and you'll grow up and get married, how can you stay by my side forever..."
"No, I won't get married!" I said stubbornly and resolutely, "I don't want anyone else in this life! As long as Mom is with me, that's enough!"
Mom listened blankly, a blush creeping across her cheeks, too moved to speak. Her lips moved for a moment, then suddenly she burst into tears, sobbing uncontrollably onto my shoulder.
Alas, poor Mom! These past few days, she must have accumulated so much bitterness and grievance! Ironically, her father, whom she had always considered her pillar of support, not only failed to provide her with a sense of security this time, but instead caused her unbearable pain… Perhaps that's why she was so distressed and lost, even relying on her own son's shoulder for comfort…
As I gently comforted my mother, I naturally put my arm around her waist and gently pulled her closer. Her soft, boneless body nestled against me, and even through her bathrobe, I could feel her unique fullness and warmth. The wonderful feel of her mature body against my palm; the faint fragrance of her dark hair filling my nostrils…
“Little soldier, you have to keep your word!” Instead of struggling, my mother wrapped her arm around my neck, whispering, “Don’t be like your father… heartless…” I readily agreed, uttering sweet words, a surge of heat rising in my lower abdomen… Since my mother hadn’t refused, why should I be polite? She must have tacitly agreed… Thinking this, I grew bolder, and with a slight pull, I drew her into my embrace! Caught off guard, before she could react, her high breasts pressed against my chest, her two full breasts pressing against mine… I couldn’t help but close my eyes, savoring this hard-won pleasure…
Finally… finally, I touched my mother’s breasts! This was the first time since I was old enough to understand... Even though it was just a light touch, I could clearly feel how soft and firm those two mounds of flesh were... My heart pounded, and my hand slowly slid upwards along my mother's waist, inching towards its destination.
"Mom, I have a question for you too!" I deliberately diverted her attention, half-jokingly asking, "If you could only choose one between me and Dad, what would you choose?"
My mother lovingly stroked my head and softly said, "If it were me choosing... Mom would definitely choose you too!" My heart soared, as if I had won a war against Dad! My hand, without any hesitation, slid down to
my mother's protruding breasts, touching the lower edge of the silk bra that covered her full breasts. My fingertips tentatively pressed lightly, and instantly, the heavy elasticity brought an unprecedented stimulating sensation, making me almost cry out in pleasure!
—For so many years, I had dreamed of being able to play with my mother's breasts at will, and now I could finally realize that wish!
My blood boiled with excitement, and my hand climbed even more brazenly towards the top of her round, soft breasts. My penis, uncontrollably erect, pressed against her warm, smooth thighs… Suddenly, Mom stopped crying and shoved me away! Tears streamed down her cheeks, her eyes wide with shock as she stared at my lower body… I was at a loss, my mind going completely blank…
A few seconds later, Mom seemed to understand something. Her pretty face flushed red, then turned pale. She stood up, her expression turning somewhat cold, and said indifferently, “It’s late, go to sleep!” Without waiting for my reply, she lay down on the bed fully clothed, covered herself with a blanket, and turned to face the wall, her back towards me!
It’s over! My heart sank… How similar this scene was to what happened when I was eleven! My mother was about to expose one breast, but she changed her mind at the last minute after seeing my erect penis…
Could it be that my mother's subconscious emphasis on chastity is really so deeply ingrained? Would simply revealing my criminal motives in front of her awaken her from her delusional lust?
I was both angry and annoyed, but helpless, so I could only reluctantly turn off the light and go to sleep! That night, although my mother and I slept in the same bed, our hearts remained very far apart…
“Idiot! Didn’t I warn you long ago?” Zhibin’s face was ashen as he roared, “I repeatedly told you to hide your wicked intentions during the execution of the plan! But what did you do? You actually did something so stupid!”
I muttered defiantly, "How do I know the time isn't right? In my opinion, since Mom harbors resentment towards Dad and is so lonely and empty inside, I should be able to easily take her..."
"You're such a naive fool!" Zhibin glared at me, saying disdainfully, "Let me tell you! Under the current circumstances, no matter how desperate your mother is, she's not going to break the taboo of incest with you!
Hey, do you think a woman's moral compass, formed over decades, can be so easily changed by you?" Knowing I was in the wrong, I said regretfully, "It's already come to this, how can I make amends?"
"Fortunately, you didn't go too far, there's still room for redemption!" Zhibin's voice softened a bit, and he said thoughtfully, "But my original plan has been disrupted by your rashness, so some modifications are necessary... How about this, let's observe for a few days and see how your mother reacts..."
He paused here, then said, word by word, "I'm warning you one last time, don't act rashly!" Otherwise, I guarantee you'll never get Mom!
I meekly agreed, a strange feeling rising within me!—Was this person truly my past life? Or was he merely a reflection of my sinful soul in this life?
I hoped this wouldn't become a nightmare in real life…
In the morning, I woke up, and by the few rays of sunlight streaming through the window, I saw Mom still sleeping peacefully beside me. She was still facing away from me, but her shoulders were twitching slightly; she was clearly awake, just not yet ready to get up.
Gazing at her graceful figure and the glimpses of her fair arms and legs peeking out from under her nightgown and blanket, my lust surged again, and my already engorged penis became even more erect… Ah, Mom… Mom… Do you know that your son's penis has always only been for… When you're alone, my hot semen is always for you... No woman can move my heart except you!
Mom, you'll be mine sooner or later... One day, I'll make love to you to my heart's content, and completely conquer you in bed...
Just as I was swearing this through gritted teeth, the bed creaked a few times, and Mom suddenly sat up! I was startled and quickly put my arm over my forehead to shield my eyes. But my gaze peeked through my fingers, secretly observing her.
I saw Mom stretch lazily, then let out a soft sigh. Her face was still pale, with dark circles under her eyes from lack of sleep, and she looked very haggard. But this pitiful and delicate appearance... It was filled with a breathtaking beauty… Suddenly, a mischievous thought crossed my mind, wanting to test my mother's inner world. So, I pretended to be fast asleep
, groggily turning to one side, and "unconsciously" kicked off the blanket! Instantly, my rather indecent lower body was exposed! My penis, already swollen to its limit, almost burst through my underwear, forming a rather large yurt!
My mother's body trembled, and her gaze indeed fell on my penis. Perhaps thinking her son was still asleep, this time she didn't look away, staring intently with her clear eyes, completely focused! But to my disappointment, my mother showed neither a seductive, infatuated look nor the slightest hint of shyness or bewilderment! She was just like every woman in the world… Looking at her child with loving eyes, a gentle smile appeared on her lips. She murmured, "Xiaobing... my good son... you've grown into a real man... no wonder you were acting like a puppy in heat last night..."
She chuckled, a hint of apology in her expression. It seemed Mom had accepted my "unintentional mistake" and forgiven my recklessness! Perhaps she even felt a little guilty... The mother-son relationship hadn't been damaged, which should have been encouraging news for me, but I couldn't feel happy at all! Through this test, I had to admit with dismay—Mom truly only saw me as a child! She had no romantic desire for me whatsoever, only deep familial love!
(VI)
After school in the afternoon, I rushed home. My heart was pounding with anxiety, unsure of how far things had progressed.
When I entered the house, I was stunned. My parents were already home! They sat on the sofa in the living room, their faces tense, neither speaking, as if a heavy atmosphere hung around them.
"Dad, Mom..." I greeted them softly, my heart pounding, "Why are you... so early today?" My father forced a smile and said dryly, "Xiaobing, go play by yourself... Your parents have something to discuss..." He then winked at my mother, signaling her to go to the bedroom to talk.
My mother, however, was unmoved, her face frosty, coldly saying, "What's there to discuss? You know what you've done! Don't try to argue with me that it was a prank, nonsense!"
My father, displeased, angrily retorted, "If you don't believe me, fine!" He grabbed a cigarette, lit it, and smoked silently, puffing out smoke one puff after another. The living room returned to its "cold war" state!
Just then, the phone suddenly rang. Mom impatiently picked up the receiver and asked irritably, "Hey, who is this?" A
buzzing sound came from the other end of the line, and Mom listened expressionlessly, her tone extremely cold: "Oh... it's Mr. Yang! What brings you here?"
I wanted to leave, but the moment I heard the name "Mr. Yang," I immediately stopped in my tracks... Mr. Yang? Isn't that the guy who called and bothered Mom last time? Wasn't being turned away enough? Why is he calling again...? Looking up, I saw Dad also looking surprised, listening intently.
"Dinner?" "No need... I don't have an appetite today..." Mom instinctively refused, her words rather rude. I was secretly delighted, but then she glanced at Dad's expression and suddenly changed her mind: "Then... if you really want to treat me to dinner, find a more elegant restaurant... yes, a more romantic one..."
Dad and I both turned pale, our mouths twitching with anger... Mom ignored us completely, her face deliberately smiling, even her voice becoming much gentler: "Okay... let's eat there... I'll be there at 6:30 sharp, goodbye!"
With a "snap," the phone had just been put down when Dad abruptly stood up, his eyes wide, and said: "You really... want to have dinner with that Mr. Yang?"
"So what if I do?" "Mom stared back defiantly at him, retorting sharply, 'It's my freedom to eat with whomever I want, just as... it's your freedom to get drunk every day and stay out all night...'
'You—' Dad was speechless, his face turning red. Mom gave a disdainful 'humph,' haughtily raising her head and walking straight to the bedroom, leaving the two of them staring blankly in the living room.
After a long while, Dad sighed deeply and said helplessly to me, 'Look, that's just how your mother is, over thirty years old and still acting like a little girl!'
'Then why don't you try to persuade her?' I paused, feeling conflicted, and said, 'Dad, you're a grown man, you should be more considerate of Mom and not always argue with her!'
'I didn't want to have a conflict with her in the first place!' Dad smiled bitterly, glanced at his watch, and said thoughtfully, 'I have to attend a cocktail party tonight, and I have to leave now...'
'What? Dad, you really aren't going to go and reconcile with Mom?'" "I asked in surprise.
"Going to talk to her now will only get us nowhere!" Dad waved his hand decisively and said confidently, "Let's wait until tonight! When your mother has calmed down and is more composed, I'll have a proper talk with her..."
With that, he threw on his coat, grabbed his briefcase, and left! I stared at his retreating figure, my mind a jumbled mess… It was obvious Mom was sulking with Dad, which was why she accepted that damn Mr. Yang's invitation… And Dad, despite his displeasure, hadn't done anything to stop it… Sigh, I really don't understand what these adults are thinking? Why do they do this?
I shook my head in disbelief, and after a moment of blank staring, I decided to try and persuade Mom myself! So I walked to her bedroom door and knocked on the closed door! “Come in!”
I pushed open the door, and my eyes lit up! I saw Mom sitting gracefully at her dressing table, elegantly combing her hair. She was clearly wearing makeup, with a faint rosy blush on her cheeks. She also wore lipstick, the dark red lip line very alluring. When she saw me come in, her eyes revealed undisguised disappointment, and she blurted out, “Why is it you… Where’s Dad?”
“He had to attend a cocktail party, he just left!” I said cautiously. Despite my calm tone, Mom was still angry! She angrily threw the comb onto the carpet, letting out several cold laughs, seemingly wanting to say something, but after glancing at me, she finally forced herself to hold back! Seeing that the situation wasn't right, I didn't dare utter the words I had prepared. We both stood there silently for a while, and Mom's face gradually calmed down. In an unquestionable tone, she said, "Xiaobing, go out! Mom needs to change!"
My heart skipped a beat. It seemed she was determined to keep her appointment! At this point, there was no point in trying to persuade her anymore, so I could only dejectedly retreat to the living room. About ten minutes later, as I sat on the sofa, feeling lost, I heard soft footsteps. I looked up at the sound and froze involuntarily!
My mother, who had dressed up carefully, was standing in front of me. She was wearing a bright dress, the front of the top tightly stretched, revealing a perfect curve to her chest. Her legs, clad in stockings, were long and shapely, the skirt extremely narrow, revealing at least half of her thighs, making her look both alluring and sexy. Yet, her demeanor remained elegant, without a trace of coquettishness, like a dignified and poised noblewoman, exuding a mature and noble aura...
Perhaps my stunned expression was adorably silly, for my mother chuckled and scolded, "Little rascal, what are you looking at? Haven't you ever seen a woman before?"
"No... it's not that I've never seen a woman before..." I stammered, as if waking from a dream, "It's just... I've never seen a woman as beautiful as you, Mom..."
My words carried a hint of flattery, but to my surprise, my mother sighed softly and said quietly, "Xiaobing, tell me the truth, is Mom really... still young and beautiful?"
"Is that even a question?" I said earnestly, "In my heart, Mom will always be the youngest and most beautiful!"
Before I could finish speaking, I received a sharp rap on the head. Mom glared at me, laughing and scolding, "You smooth talker... Okay, Xiaobing, you'll just cook yourself some instant noodles tonight! I'll bring back some delicious late-night snacks, listen to me!"
With that, she leaned down and kissed my forehead, slipped on her elegant high heels, and quickly left! I was extremely anxious, thinking that dressing so sexily for her date was practically throwing herself into a fire pit! Putting myself in her shoes, if I were that Mr. Yang, I wouldn't let Mom off the hook tonight no matter what... Yes, even if it meant going to jail for ten years, I'd still get her into bed...
No, I absolutely couldn't let Mom fall into his clutches and become a victim of a pervert's lust! I had to protect her! With that thought, I immediately sprang into action, rushing to my room and changing into a yellow jacket! This was a gift from a relative last year, but I've never worn it even once because I thought it was ugly! Then, I put on a pair of oversized sunglasses, almost covering half my face! This way, while my appearance wasn't completely changed, at least I wouldn't be so easily recognized!
I looked in the mirror, messed up my hair a bit, and then ran out of the house. Following the alleyway to the street corner, I saw my mother's slender figure in the distance. She was standing gracefully under an advertising board waiting for a taxi, her long, curly hair blowing in the breeze, like countless strands of love stirring my heart… Just then, several taxis slowly drove up, and my mother waved down one of them, getting in with an elegant posture. I quickly ran over and flagged down another, ordering the driver to follow the car in front.
After about five or six minutes, the two taxis stopped one after the other. Looking out the window, I saw that this was the city's most upscale West Lake Restaurant… Damn! That guy really went all out to seduce Mom…
I was cursing inwardly when Mom stepped out of the car. A tall, thin man in a suit hurriedly approached. He was around thirty years old, his sallow face beaming with smiles, holding a bouquet of flowers. He was bowing and scraping, saying something I couldn't quite place—probably some flattering pleasantries. Mom, however, remained unmoved, not even glancing at the flowers. She simply nodded indifferently and walked alongside him into the hotel. I quickly paid the fare and followed them furtively. Inside the lobby, I saw the two of them sitting in a quiet booth by the window. I hesitated for a moment, then steeled myself and cautiously sat down at the next table. Although the two seats were close, a large pillar separated them. If I hid behind the pillar, I shouldn't be noticed…
“Sir, how many people are in your party?” A waitress in a cheongsam approached, smiling and greeting me. I made a separate gesture, picked up the menu from the table, and randomly pointed to a few dishes. The waitress frowned strangely as I communicated with her using sign language, but didn't say anything, noted down the names of the dishes, and left. I breathed a sigh of relief, pricked up my ears, and tried my best to catch the voices coming from beside me...
"Sister Tang, please forgive my bluntness, but you seem very unhappy!" It was General Manager Yang's voice, deep, rugged, and quite magnetic—the kind of baritone that's quite captivating.
"No! Who said I'm unhappy? I'm just... feeling a little unwell..." my mother said stubbornly, but anyone could tell she wasn't being sincere.
"Really?" Mr. Yang chuckled, teasingly saying, "You're not feeling well but you still came to the banquet... Sister Tang, you're so kind to me, I'm truly flattered!"
"Hmph! What's the use of being nice to you men? In the end, you just fall in love with every new one you see!" I inwardly groaned... My mother's words were heartfelt, her tone full of grievance and resentment, unknowingly revealing her true feelings. For a seasoned veteran of the world of romance, this was undoubtedly a good opportunity to break the ice, perhaps even turning the awkward atmosphere around...
"How is it useless? This at least made me realize two things!"

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