Fairy Mother 1.1-1.4

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"Waaah..."

I sat stiffly on the sofa, unable to move. But it wasn't because I had been hit by the Sunflower Acupuncture Technique; rather, I had been
poisoned—a poison that would cause an erection with the slightest movement.

Some people laughed, saying it was nonsense, where would such a bizarre thing come from?

Hehe, of course there is one!

Beside me, a plaintive, sobbing sound had been going on for a while. I wanted it to stop
soon wished it could go on forever.

Ah... this must be the legendary pain and pleasure.

The reason was that the one making the sobbing was a
beautiful woman with tears streaming down her face, exuding an extremely alluring mature fragrance.

If it were just a beautiful woman like that, it wouldn't be so bad, but the key was that she was also tightly hugging my arm, flesh
to flesh against my side, squeezing me so tightly that there was no gap at all.

Through the thin silk nightgown, I could clearly feel the firmness, smoothness, and elasticity of her skin.

Note that this wasn't just the sensation of ordinary contact, but the feeling of that one prominent, proud breast pressing against me
…

And yet, the alluring woman seemed completely oblivious. With each sob, her sexy, seductive body trembled
slightly , rubbing and pressing against my arm.

It was truly maddening…

I could only suppress my urges, clamping my legs together and desperately chanting, "Strength will bring miracles!" I let her
exquisitely beautiful face rest on my shoulder, her eyes red-rimmed and misty; her
delicate nose trembling like a cicada's wing; her alluring lips slightly pouting, though sad, making me want to suck and
lick them.

If it were a stunningly beautiful, sexy, mature, and alluring woman pressed so close to me, I would have already let
the erection take over my entire body, going completely mad! Who cares about anything else?

Even Jesus couldn't stop me!

But she could…

*sobs*, tears streaming down my face…

"Mom, although Hachiko died in the movie, in reality, it… it died too!"

I awkwardly tried to comfort my mother. Well, I can't say I was just offering empty words of comfort, because *Hachiko: A Dog's
Tale * is indeed based on a true story. In Tokyo, Japan in 1924, there was a
professor named Hidesaburo Ueno who brought back an Akita dog from the countryside…

Ugh! Who wants to hear your story? Stop it! And say it again, what did you call her?

Yes, you read that right. This beautiful woman, crying her eyes out at the end of *Hachiko: A Dog's Tale*
while leaning intimately against me, is my dear mother.

My dear mother…

my dear mother…

my mother…

So, my mother was incredibly moved. And me, hehe, I dared not move…

If this is how ninjas are made, then there's only one ending: I'm destined to become a "colorful shadow" man!

"Ugh, Mom was just moved. Hachiko was so sensible, and his life was so pitiful, of course Mom couldn't help but
cry." Ning Wan raised her delicate chin, noticing a
large patch , and muttered an explanation.

Yes, I couldn't help but cry too, but not for Hachiko, but for my little brother...

cough cough, let's get down to business.

This movie, adapted from a true story, is certainly very touching. The first time I watched it, when I saw Hachiko
waiting and waiting for someone to come after the protagonist died, stubbornly waiting at the station and dying alone, I was moved just like Mom,
crying buckets. But—

"Mom, I've seen this movie eight times already, and you've seen it countless times yourself."

Maybe it's because I'm still young, still in junior high school, and haven't experienced the pain of separation and death, so I don't have Mom's
profound understanding of "loneliness" and "death."

Instead, with the arrival of puberty, the intimate actions between my mother and me allowed me to experience something else that made my
blood boil…

Anyway, ever since I learned what “making love” meant, I
haven’t …

“You’re still young, how would you know the pain of separation and death… There’s a saying that you never know whether tomorrow or an accident
will come first. When I watched this movie, I thought about what would happen if… Pshaw! Pshaw! My
good son, may you be healthy and live a long life!”

Ning Wan wanted to say that she would be devastated if she and her son were separated by death. But she immediately realized that this
was seriously unlucky, so she quickly spat twice and leaned over to give her son a “smack” on the cheek.

After kissing her son, she held him in her arms, feeling her son safe and sound in her embrace, and her beautiful
face couldn’t help but show full of happiness and satisfaction.

"Oh, right, if Mom left me, I'd be heartbroken..."

Hearing Mom say that, and thinking about how separating from her would feel like the sky falling,
I couldn't even imagine what I would do then, or like Mom—I didn't even dare to think about it!

Ugh, Mom loves me so much, and I actually had this kind of erotic reaction to her... I even want to be a "pervert,"
I should be drowned in a pig cage!

I felt deeply ashamed, but who could have imagined that there was something even more shameful to come...

"Smack!"

Mom's soft, jelly-like lips, alluring and fragrant, kissed my cheek, while her fair
arms wrapped around me, her sexy and mature body completely disregarding the thinness of her silk nightgown, pressing even
closer !

And Mom had only been touching me with one side of her body before, but now she turned around, her
proud breasts that had nurtured me facing me, full of amazing elasticity and roundness, trapping my arms between them,
squeezing and pressing them tightly.

"Mom..."

My lips trembled, the urge to get an erection in my lower body could no longer be contained. Like a flood
bursting it surged through my body, churning every hot, burning cell.

In layman's terms, I shamefully got an erection...

My penis was rock hard, so hard it was erect, pointing straight to the sky, so hard I wanted my underwear to no longer
cover my eyes…

Damn it, my shame lasted less than three seconds.

Sure enough, shame is no match for lust.

Because I haven't done anything inappropriate, Mom hasn't really realized I've progressed from the awkwardness of
puberty to a more mature stage, so she didn't notice the abnormality in my lower body. Hearing me call her name, her lips
curled into an even happier smile, and she hugged me tighter with even more maternal love.

Oh…

I could almost hear my underwear screaming "I'm going to burst!" as my penis stretched taut.

Strange, why am I reacting so strongly? Doesn't Mom react?
Shouldn't Mom's perfect breasts be a sensitive spot?

Indeed, Mom's love for me is pure maternal affection, without any other ulterior motives.

I'm such a scoundrel, worse than an animal, utterly rebellious, I actually got an erection on my mother…

But my mother is so beautiful, with such a stunning figure. At only 33, she's in the prime of her sexiest and
most charming years. Every move she makes, every smile, every frown is alluring, captivating,
radiating an aura of mature allure—who could resist that! The fact that

I managed to restrain myself from doing anything inappropriate is a testament to my long-trained patience…

Under the influence of my mother's mature and seductive fragrance, my head is spinning, my thoughts fluctuating between
clear and hazy, completely dazed.

I'm intoxicated, dizzy with milk.

"I wondered why no one was home. You're here?"

Just as I was nestled in my mother's arms, the door to the home theater suddenly opened, and a
middle-aged man with a plump figure appeared in the doorway.

Hearing that familiar voice, I felt like I'd done something terribly wrong; I was almost scared to death.
My little brother, which had been taunting my underwear just moments before, instantly deflated, becoming as limp as a worm, unfazed by knives, fire, or frying.

My underwear seemed to be saying, "Damn it, you're going to pierce me!"

What nonsense...

I don't know why I knew Dad was back, and strange
thoughts .

Yes, it was my dad who opened the door; who else could just walk into my house like that? Because of my
shameful erection around Mom, I felt guilty and didn't dare look at her.

When Mom saw Dad, she didn't show the usual joy of a wife seeing her husband return; instead,
she just pursed her and didn't respond.

But she also let go, her mature and alluring body leaving my body.

Damn, "painful yet pleasurable" is more comfortable.

I felt reluctant, but with Dad here, how could I dare to do anything rash? Oh right! Dad's still here. What am I
thinking?!

Another thunderbolt struck me, making me jump! Damn, the impact of my mother's mature and alluring body and her proud breasts
was just too strong; I still haven't fully recovered.

"Ningning has his high school entrance exam in a few months, so you shouldn't take him to the movies too often; it'll affect his studies."

Shen Wei knew what movie his wife and son were watching as soon as he saw the big screen. It was his wife's favorite movie; she had watched
it countless times. She used to often ask him to watch it with her, and every time she got to a touching part,
she would hug him and cry. So when he saw his wife holding their son tightly, he didn't suspect anything.

Actually, he was secretly pleased; his son had suffered, but he was free. He had been fed up with it for a long time, and he
would always fall asleep while watching movies. But that was many years ago; in recent years, it had been his son accompanying his wife to watch movies.

"I know, you don't need to remind me. Ningning's grades are great. I care about our son much more than you do."

Ning Wan was furious when she looked at Shen Wei. He came back from dinner parties every day reeking of alcohol. I haven't even
bothered , and he dares to accuse me of affecting our son's studies?

"Knowing that, why are you still watching movies? I can't be bothered with you. I'm going to take a shower."

Shen Wei said rudely, then swayed away with his overweight body.

"Get lost."

Ning Wan leaned against the sofa, arms crossed in annoyance.

Clearly, her parents' relationship
was .

Actually, when I was a child, my parents' relationship was quite good. Our family often
traveled , dined together, and watched movies together. Occasionally, they would leave me with my grandparents and go out for some alone time.

But starting when I started elementary school, my father, as a civil servant, was promoted. Business trips, meetings, social engagements, and drinking
parties required him to be away more often, and he gradually became less attentive to my mother and me.

At first, Mom was understanding of Dad and encouraged him to prioritize his career. Mom's job at a state-owned enterprise
was relatively relaxed, and she could manage to take care of me on her own. Dad would also come home to spend time with
us . Those were the most harmonious days in our family life.

However, this didn't last long.

As Dad's social engagements increased, his energy waned. He would often come home and
either collapse into bed or vomit drunkenly, no longer able to spend time with Mom and me.

Mom had to take care of me after work and then her intoxicated father, which was very difficult. I endured it for a
while, but finally couldn't take it anymore and had a big fight with Dad. It

was the first time I'd ever seen Mom and Dad have such a big argument. After that fight, they gave each other the cold shoulder for a few days.
But in the end, Dad compromised, apologized to Mom, and promised to pay more attention to the family. Although it
was much less than before, we still had a period of harmony because Mom was also compromising.

Of course, as you can see from the conversation above, this period didn't last long.

Soon, Dad repeated his mistake, and Mom and he had another big fight.

This time, Mom learned from Dad's superiors and colleagues that Dad wasn't genuinely
unable to refuse work-related social engagements; rather, most of them involved dining and drinking with his friends, indulging in frivolous activities—not
for any serious business. So, Mom couldn't take it anymore and berated him at one of those dinners.

Dad, a proud and chauvinistic man, was genuinely enraged by Mom's criticism in front of so many friends and colleagues, and
they almost reached the point of divorce.

My mother even asked me back then who I would live with if she and my father divorced.

Of course, I wasn't stupid, and I immediately answered that I would live with my mother. I love my mother, and only then did my mother smile.

Don't misunderstand, what kind of person do you take me for? I didn't have the beastly reaction I have now back then; it was just
a son loving his mother.

Later, they didn't divorce because both families were old friends. My grandparents and maternal grandparents intervened, and
all the relatives pitched in, finally calming things down. My father and mother apologized to each other.

However, although they could still manage to get by, the rift could never be mended and only grew wider.

My father could still feign concern for my mother, but she wouldn't give him any face and would treat him coldly.
My father gradually couldn't stand being treated coldly and started to become cold as well.

Now they don't argue much anymore, but the atmosphere is even colder than when they argue. They barely exchange a few words a day, and
sometimes they just pretend they don't see each other.

And my impression of my father, naturally, isn't very good either.

One reason, of course, is that my father is out partying and arguing with my mother. On the other hand, my dad's care and attention towards me
is practically like something out of a relic of the past. All he knows is to make me study hard and he only cares about my grades,
which is far inferior to my mom's.

And my mom? Since our first argument, she's shifted her focus to me, taking meticulous care
of my life and studies. Back when elementary school wasn't so demanding,
my mom and I were practically inseparable on weekends. She'd take me to the amusement park, and I'd go shopping and eat with her.

Sometimes people even thought we were from a single-parent family.

Honestly, this so-called "single-parent family" is much happier than a complete family.

So it's not without reason that I love my mom and am very close to her; she's just so good to me
. And yet, I'm getting an erection…

Of course, I repay my mom's kindness with excellent grades. Wait, what adjective? Anyway, I got into the best middle school in the city and ranked at the top of my class. Furthermore, I also achieved excellent results in extracurricular subjects like

math competitions, essay writing contests, piano, and sports, making my mom incredibly proud. 　　I never thought I was such a talent! 　　Even today, my relationship with my mother is much closer than most people's. She hugs me every day, and occasionally kisses my cheek like she did just now. 　　But I can't kiss her... 　　and now, I both crave and fear her hugs. 　　You see, when my mother hugs me normally, it's not just a side hug like just now; she hugs me face-to-face. If she's not careful, she'll discover that her precious son's hardest spot is erect... 　　Oh my god... 　　Luckily, my mother doesn't usually hug me that tightly... 　　"Mom, don't be angry. Getting angry isn't pretty," I comforted her. 　　I was a little angry too. My father came home reeking of alcohol and all he said was that it affected my studies. Unlike my mother, who helps me relax balance work and rest. Uh, I meant watching a movie, not an erection... 　　Enough, stop saying "erection"! 　　Hearing my words, Mom's anger turned to joy, and she smiled, saying, "Then isn't Mom pretty anymore?" 　　"Pretty, of course pretty! My mom is the most pretty! I love... I love Mom!" 　　"You're such a good son. Okay, Mom's not angry anymore. Mom loves you too. Go back and take a shower; you have class tomorrow." 　　"Okay, Mom." 　　I quickly fled. If I continued talking to Mom, my mind would probably be filled with thoughts of erections. 　　Erection, erection, erection. 　　After showering back in my room, I wasn't filled with thoughts of erections anymore, because I really was, and my mind was filled with thoughts of Mom... 　　A month ago, I would definitely be asleep by now, but for the past month, I've had a hard time falling asleep. 　　Everyone probably knows that I started encountering some indescribable pornographic content . 　　We're all guys; we all know each other, right? 　　Yes, a month ago, I did encounter some incredible pornographic content. However, this wasn't my first exposure to pornography. 　　My first exposure to pornography was when Mom pointed to a children's picture book and taught me to say "pornographic"... 　　What a rip-off! Who said this was pornographic?! 　　To be precise, my first encounter with pornography was a year ago when I was in the second year of junior high school. A classmate, a self-proclaimed "old driver," shared a mobile reading website with a big title: "Dragon Soul Heroic Shadow"! 　　I liked reading online novels back then, and "Dragon Soul Heroic Shadow" sounded impressive from the title alone! It had dragons and heroes . So I started reading it with great enthusiasm. The author's writing was brilliant, the plot was intricate and full of twists and turns, and I enjoyed it immensely. 　　But this novel also had some downsides, namely that I couldn't understand some of the writing at all. Things like "penis," "dragon spear," "flower room," "mons pubis," "labia," "honey hole," and "flower nectar"—I had no idea what they were talking about; it was like reading gibberish. 　　So whenever I came across these parts that I didn't understand, I had to skip them. 　　Until a month ago, it was that same damn "old driver" again. He shared a video with me, and after watching it, I suddenly had an epiphany, and everything became clear. 　　"Pinky dick," "dragon spear," "flower chamber," "mons pubis," "labia," "honey hole," "flower nectar," and so on—I got it all! 　　Holy crap, I still have the nerve to call myself a genius? What treasure did I miss a year ago?! 　　So, I picked up *Dragon Soul Heroes* again. This time, it wasn't just a fleeting infatuation, but a breathtaking , overwhelming surge, like a raging torrent, an unstoppable flood! 　　Gradually, I had a second, a third, a fourth, a fifth… 　　While reading, I also met more Japanese and English teachers, and inspired by the famous online learning site Pixiv, my theoretical knowledge advanced by leaps and bounds. 　　After *Dragon Soul Heroes*, I read *Moonlight Frost*. I found myself really fond of the characters who were both the master's wife and mother-in-law in these two books, especially their scenes. Particularly when they were in bed with the protagonist…

When I uttered the taboo words "good mother" and "good son," my passion trembled and reached its peak...

It was so exciting!

I don't know if these books influenced me, or if I just naturally like this kind of thing...

Hey, what am I thinking? I'm so naive, it must be these books—they deepened my liking for this kind of thing
!

That's why I reacted so strongly to my mother's words today. My adolescence, from ignorance to mastery,
is the great result of this month's solitary cultivation—(masturbation, also called masturbation, self-pleasure, see how I
can apply it all).

But my stimulation came more from curiosity and desire for the opposite sex. As for my mother's taboo
identity , I'm still vague and don't have a clear understanding.

Tonight, I've read those exciting scenes in these two books dozens of times. Although I'm still not satisfied, I'm still
enduring it, rubbing my genitals, doing some foreplay... while searching for other classic works online.

Suddenly, a book title caught my eye.

"Baby Mom Lan Feifei?"

Seeing this title, I felt like I'd been struck by lightning. My breath caught in my throat, as if I couldn't breathe,
my body tensed, and my gaze was fixed on it.

My blood felt like it was boiling; my little brother was stirring; my body was burning! I
panicked, frantically scrolling down the page.

But I couldn't even see the words on the screen, and then slowly scrolled back to where I'd left off.

"Baby Mom Lan Feifei."

I breathed heavily, my eyes red, and finally, my finger couldn't resist clicking, like opening
Pandora's box!

"xxx Chess, the largest online chess and card platform, sexy dealers, download now!"

"Go to hell..."

I quickly went back to the previous page, this time without hesitation or delay, and finally opened "Baby
Mom Lan Feifei."

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