Seduction of Mother

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I
'm not a good son!

At first, I only noticed the female classmates around me. Their breasts had begun to develop, and in the summer, when their clothes were thinner,
the outlines of their small, mushroom-shaped breasts were clearly visible. Sometimes, I could even catch a glimpse of two round nipples protruding from their school uniforms. I often stole glances at this alluring scene while
imagining them shirtless, feeling both incredibly excited and somewhat embarrassed.

In addition, with the increasing openness of China, the more frequent exposure of nude scenes in movies and television has also had a significant impact on me. Every time I see
a scene of an actress changing clothes, taking a bath, or being intimate, the exposed, snow-white body on the screen makes my heart race. Although this nudity is quite limited
—at most a bare shoulder or back, a skirt flowing open to reveal a thigh, or half of a white, tender breast—it's enough to excite me for a long time.

Later, my family bought a computer and got internet access. Naturally, I secretly browsed many pornographic websites without my family's knowledge. From the numerous obscene pictures
and movies, I eagerly supplemented my sexual knowledge, finally satisfying my curiosity.

However, this was only an indirect way. I had never seen a woman's naked body in real life. In addition, after watching too many intense scenes of intercourse in pornographic films
, I unconsciously developed a further desire. I wanted to personally experience the pleasure of possessing a real woman and feel that ecstatic sensation.

It was at this moment that my mother came into view.

To be honest, I'm not the kind of person who was born with a "mother complex." For me, maternal love was always just maternal love—kind, warm
, and pure affection, without any other impurities. But since then, my feelings for my mother have subtly changed. I've started to
look at her with the eyes of a man looking at a woman.

After all, Mom was a woman hard to ignore. She wasn't exceptionally beautiful, but she possessed the mature elegance of a respectable woman. She always spoke softly and
gently, and every gesture exuded femininity. Although nearing forty, she maintained a remarkably good figure; her full breasts were high and firm,
her waist was almost completely free of excess fat, her hips were large and round, and her skin was as white and smooth as a young girl's—naturally well-maintained without any makeup.

In short, she is at the most attractive and alluring stage of a middle-aged woman's life!

So, my attention quickly turned to my mother. My gaze towards her had a 'misbehaving' element to it. When she wasn't looking,
I would stare intently at her voluptuous figure wrapped in her clothes, wanting to see what she looked like naked.

I've tried many methods, such as peeking at my mother's neckline when she bends down to mop the floor, or pretending to drop my chopsticks while eating and
peering under the table at her legs peeking out from under her skirt. I even tried to do something naughty while she was taking a shower... Although these attempts occasionally gave me a glimpse of what I
really wanted to see, I never succeeded in witnessing the crucial parts.

Perhaps it's human nature to want what you can't have. As time went on, my desire for my mother's body grew stronger and stronger.
I thought about her almost constantly, and even when I closed my eyes, my mind was filled with her naked body, and my penis would become excitedly engorged and erect until I
ejaculated with great pleasure after masturbation... Yes, I didn't just want to 'see' her; I also longed to break through the taboos between mother and son and enjoy that immoral
and sinful thrill.

She is my mother, and I am her son. We are the closest relatives in the world, so why does society forbid me from having her? This is utterly absurd
!

Filled with resentment, I secretly made up my mind that no matter what, I must get my mother's body in this lifetime!

But what should we do?

It's certain that my mother would never agree to have a relationship with her son, and I absolutely don't have the courage to bring it up directly, even though I think it should
be a matter of course, and even though my mother has always been so gentle and kind, and has always doted on me, never losing her temper with me. But I still have
a subconscious fear and lack the courage to make my legitimate request.

Besides, there's a father at home!

My father is a department manager at an American company in China, earning a very high income, enough to ensure our family's comfortable life. He's a strict father, and I've always been somewhat afraid of him.

If he finds out about this, I'm afraid I'll be beaten half to death or at least skinned alive.

Honestly, my feelings for my father are quite complicated. He loves me very much, but I have inappropriate thoughts about my mother, which fills me with
guilt and makes me feel very sorry for him. Yet, because he's the only one I can be intimate with my mother, I also feel deep resentment towards him. Especially when I see my parents being affectionate
, an indescribable fire of jealousy burns within me.

What should I do? Where should I go from here?

I racked my brains trying to figure out if I was a good wife and a good mother, and that's what everyone praised me for.

From the day I married my husband, I became a full-time housewife, and it has been over sixteen years now. For the past sixteen years
, I have almost never left the house. Apart from going to the market to buy groceries and shopping, I spend most of my time at home cooking, doing laundry, cleaning, and diligently managing all the big and small affairs of the household
, taking good care of the lives of my whole family.

Sunrise and sunset, spring, summer, autumn, and winter, year after year, life goes on like this, peaceful and warm. I went from an innocent and romantic girl to a mature young woman,
and then to a mother with a child. Although my heart has occasionally been confused, occasionally fluttered, and occasionally been struck by some hidden, strange feelings... those
were just fleeting thoughts. I have always been well-behaved and law-abiding, and have never had any intention of overstepping tradition.

My husband is very satisfied with me. He often sincerely praises me, saying that he married the best wife in the world. She is gentle and virtuous, and he never has to worry about anything at home
. What's even more remarkable is that she is a dutiful wife. She has never had an affair, and she doesn't even have any casual male friends. She is truly the most reassuring and exemplary wife.

I didn't know whether to be angry or amused after hearing that.

I don't interact with other men simply because I haven't met anyone I click with, not because I'm old and unattractive to the opposite sex
.

In fact, although I have been married for many years, I am still quite confident in my appearance and figure. Because I pay attention to skincare, my skin is still as
fair and smooth as it was when I was twenty. If you don't look closely, you can't even see the faint wrinkles. People say that I look at least seven or eight years younger than my actual age. The maturity and beauty of a married woman
are evident in me.

In addition, thanks to regular exercise, my figure has remained unchanged. Although I have a little more fat around my waist and legs than I did in my teenage years, it doesn't make me
look overweight. Instead, it adds to my mature and voluptuous charm. Moreover, the fat is mainly concentrated in my breasts and buttocks. My breasts and buttocks are noticeably
larger than the average woman's, and they are round and perky, giving a plump and full appearance without any signs of sagging.

These things make me quite proud.

A woman dresses up for her lover, and the reason I go to such lengths to exercise and maintain my appearance is, of course, to please my husband. Unfortunately, he doesn't seem to notice
and has never given me a compliment, which makes me quite disappointed.

Fortunately, apart from that, my husband treats me very well, and our married life has been harmonious and smooth sailing. Now, my biggest wish is to fulfill
my responsibilities as a mother and raise my son, Xiaofan, to be successful.

Xiao Fan is my only child, my precious darling. During my pregnancy, I almost lost the baby due to a fall. Therefore, after he was born,
I spoiled him quite a bit, indulging his every whim and afraid he would suffer any hardship. However, my husband often solemnly warns me that this is
not good for a boy's development and tells me not to spoil him.

Although I'm reluctant to let him go, I think my husband's words make a lot of sense. After all, Xiaofan has entered puberty, a rebellious and dangerous
period. As his mother, I should keep a close eye on him and prevent him from going astray.

Husband…children…this is my whole life. It was like this before, it is like this now, and it will be like this in the future, like a smooth, still pond that
will never ripple unless someone throws a pebble in. I am deeply distressed because I can't think of
any good way to fulfill my long-cherished wish of having my mother's beautiful body.

Aside from indulging in fantasies in my mind and repeatedly and frantically possessing my mother in my daydreams, I was completely helpless in reality. I could only
watch helplessly as her full and mature body swayed around me every day, greedily swallowing my saliva and trying my best to suppress the increasingly strong impulse within me.

I became even more addicted to the internet, spending my days browsing various pornographic websites, collecting countless erotic stories and films on the theme of incest between mothers and sons, and
watching them with great relish every night in my room. Since I couldn't have them in real life, I could only find solace in this virtual world of sensual pleasure. Although the plots were mostly
similar, the forbidden pleasure unique to incest still excited me immensely, giving me unparalleled stimulation.

The only regret is that after reading so many novels and watching so many films, none of the ways sons possess their mothers are feasible in reality. I had hoped
to learn some clever techniques, but after watching them, it's either because the mother is inherently promiscuous, and the son automatically submits as soon as he shows any lust; or
it involves drugging, rape, coercion—scenes that are simply impossible to carry out. They're fine as pure sexual fantasies, but actually trying to do them
is nothing short of delusional.

Until one day, I stumbled upon a nonsensical book called "The Mirror of Oedipus." I was first drawn in by the story, and after reading it in one go, I
was greatly shocked.

Although this work is also a work of fantasy, and the plot tends to be bizarre and absurd, it must be admitted that
the depiction of the son gradually luring his mother into a trap of desire is quite ingenious. At the very least, the steps that gradually tear down the mother's defenses have a certain degree of realism and seem to have a certain degree
of feasibility.

My spirits lifted, as if a ray of dawn had appeared before me. Though faint, it was nonetheless a ray of dawn breaking through layers of fog!

So I read the whole text carefully several more times, trying to summarize a truly feasible solution. But after racking my brains for many days, I finally
realized with frustration that a novel is just a novel. Unless I, like the protagonist in the story, have such a deep entanglement of grudges and resentments between mother and son, and the plot
has so many coincidences, those steps are impossible to implement in reality.

I was truly on the verge of despair… but suddenly, a bold idea popped into my head: since the author of this work could come up with such a plot, if he
were willing to put his mind to it further, perhaps he could design a truly workable solution… at least,
it would be much more reliable than me just wildly speculating like this… Thinking of this, my heart pounded with excitement, and I immediately turned on my computer and went online, logging onto several erotic fiction websites frequented by that author
. Because I enjoy reading erotic fiction, I got to know many enthusiastic people on those websites, and with their help, I quickly obtained the author's email address
.

Without wasting a second, I immediately typed out a long letter, pouring out my longing and pain for my biological mother, and then pleading
with her for help in coming up with some ideas.

"...I desperately need your advice! Please..."

After I finished writing, I clicked the mouse and sent the letter.

I spent the entire next day in a state of anticipation and anxiety, and it wasn't until late at night that I received a reply from the other party.

"Are you crazy?! That's just a fictional novel, it's not asking you to actually do it..."

Upon seeing such an opening, my heart sank, and I remained stunned for several seconds before continuing to read.

"...I'm not a fan of incest, and writing 'Yi' was just a hobby. I never thought about doing it with my mother in real life... And...
I want to advise you, kids should stay on the right path. Don't let a few erotic stories lead you astray! People should have basic morals..."

Holy crap, he's practically a moralist! I seriously doubt if his pen name is even worthy of the name... Disappointed as I am, I'm not discouraged. After observing him,
I discovered that this author has recently been into films featuring "female police officers" and "large breasts." On a whim, I dug out all my collections of these two types of films and tentatively
sent him the catalogs, asking if he was interested.

As it turned out... the speed at which this "big shot" changed his attitude was much faster than I had imagined.

"…Great! I've been looking for several of these. Where did you find them? Send them to me quickly! I promise I'll find a way to help you… get your
mother…"

cold!

That's truly shameless and dark... Anyway, after discussing it, we started contacting each other on QQ. While I was sending the film to the author, I also
told him as much detail as possible about my family, including my parents' ages, education levels, hobbies, and lifestyle habits, so that he could provide them with the information he requested.

We must address the root cause and analyze and research to find feasible solutions.

After about ten minutes of silence, several lines of eye-catching text popped up in the dialog box.

"I have a general idea. I can't guarantee it, but I can still give it a try... However, I want to remind you that if you want to succeed, you must
remember two things..."

"I already know!"

I quickly intercepted him and sent the information back.

"First, breaking the taboo to obtain my mother's body is definitely not an easy task; I must be prepared for a long-term effort. Second, during the execution
of this plan, I must never reveal my true thoughts; I must carefully conceal my ulterior motives and always appear as a good child in front of my mother...
"

The other party sent a surprised smiley face emoji.

"Haha, so you've already memorized all the theories in that book, 'The Evil One'! ^_^ That makes things much easier, saves me a lot of talking..."

"Yes, I will definitely be extra careful about the things that need attention. Just tell me exactly what to do..."

"Don't rush, I'm just about to say it! Listen carefully, the first thing you need to do is..."

My QQ avatar kept flashing, and line after line of exciting sentences appeared on the screen. My son has changed recently; he's become much more sensible than before.

He used to be a completely spoiled "little emperor," expecting to be fed and clothed without lifting a finger. He was lazy, playful, and possessed almost all
the shortcomings of this generation of only children. No matter how I reasoned with him gently or how my husband scolded him sternly, I couldn't change his bad habits; at most, he would only
obey temporarily.

But starting two weeks ago, my son suddenly seemed like a different person, undergoing a complete transformation in his demeanor. Every morning when he woke up, he would
fold his own blankets for the first time ever, and after taking a bath at night, he would wash his vest and shorts himself (although he didn't wash them very clean, I would still secretly wash them again in the end).
Not only that, after meals, he would insist on washing all the family's dishes, and even volunteered to help me mop the floor and wipe the windows.

"Xiao Fan, tell Mom honestly, why are you suddenly so diligent? Did you get into some trouble?"

I looked into my son's eyes and gently comforted him.

"No way! You can ask your teacher or classmates if you don't believe me! I didn't cause any trouble!"

My son kept shouting, and although he blushed, I could tell he wasn't lying about this.

"So, are you thinking of buying a new mountain bike? Is that why you're trying to curry favor with me..."

I felt relieved and spoke in a half-joking, half-serious tone this time, which I think is closer to the truth.

Unexpectedly, the son was so upset that he almost cried, looking very aggrieved.

"Mom, how could you say that! I'm just growing up, and I see you're always so tired, so I wanted to help you with some of the housework. Why won't you believe me
?"

Seeing his anxious expression, I couldn't help but smile, but deep down I felt a surge of emotion and pride: indeed, my son is growing up and knows
how to care for his mother. Hehe, how wonderful!

"Thank you, my dear son. But you should still focus on your studies; Mom can manage on her own..."

"No, I know Mom is very tired!" the son insisted. "They say on TV that women who work too hard age easily! I don't want Mom to get old
..."

This child! I was both amused and annoyed. Where did she learn such a mature tone? But then again, it made sense… “You’re growing up, so of
course Mommy is getting old…” I said deliberately. “Mommy will be an old lady soon, it doesn’t matter if it’s a few years sooner or later…”

"Who said that? Who said that?" the son protested loudly. "Mom will always be the youngest and most beautiful in my heart, and she will never become an old woman!"

"Heh, you little rascal! Sweet talk, smooth tongue..."

I chuckled and playfully scolded him, but I was secretly delighted. After all, women always enjoy being complimented and praised, especially when it comes from their own son
; of course, it makes them feel good.

"Really, really..." My son suddenly took two steps back, his eyes darting around as he looked me up and down, his face full of seriousness. "For example, Mom's hairstyle right now is so
pretty, it has a very classic beauty..."

Hearing this, I was overjoyed and my eyes almost welled up with tears.

This hairstyle was something I spent the whole afternoon doing at the hair salon yesterday, all to dress up for my husband. Back when we were dating, he once said...

This hairstyle suits me best; it exudes the charm of a classic beauty, especially the few strands of hair framing my face and neck, which
perfectly accentuate my elegant features. That's why I restyle it every so often, sparing no expense, hoping to please him.

However, my husband's reaction disappointed me greatly. He completely ignored it last night, and it wasn't until I subtly reminded him several times that he finally realized and
said "Oh," then gave a perfunctory compliment, which sounded like he was just going through the motions.

I never expected my son to praise me so sincerely. At such a young age, he has a better eye for beauty than his father! More importantly,
he pays attention to me, his mother, and resonates with my special hairstyle. This instantly comforted my previously gloomy mood, making me feel that
all the effort I put in yesterday was worthwhile.

—Hmph, honey, you're so clueless about romance, you're not even as good as our son!

Thinking this to herself, she couldn't help but ask aloud, "Xiao Fan, is Mommy really... still young and beautiful?"

"Of course!" the son replied without hesitation. "If Mom isn't pretty, then who is? If it were possible,
I'd even like to marry Mom..."

"Nonsense!" I laughed and scolded, feigning displeasure, "This is getting more and more outrageous. Kids shouldn't try to flatter! That's not good..."

The son chuckled and obediently shut his mouth and said nothing more.

I felt a little disappointed, secretly hoping my son would praise me again. It had been years since anyone had complimented me like that, and I really wanted to hear it again
. Even from a young boy with a childlike innocence, it stirred up a long-lost sense of youthful longing within me.

However, after I scolded my son, he obediently kept quiet.

Sigh, kids are just kids after all!

I shook my head and couldn't help but chuckle. Although I felt a little helpless, I was in a much better mood today. Seeing my mother's slightly smug
smile, I guessed that she still treated me like a child.

If she could guess what thoughts were swirling in my mind right now, she would probably be utterly shocked.

She saw me as an innocent child, unaware that she was falling into a carefully laid trap, unknowingly taking the first step.

"...The first step of the 'Seducing the Mother' plan is to bring the mother and son as close as possible, the closer the better. Don't think that just because you're mother and son, your usual
relationship is close enough! No, that's not enough..."

Two weeks ago, the message that author typed in the QQ chat box popped up again, appearing before my eyes one by one.

"When your son reaches fifteen or sixteen, he's in the rebellious phase of adolescence, and a generation gap inevitably appears between mother and son. Subconsciously, the mother may
feel like she's starting to 'lose control' over her son. You need to make sure your mother clearly feels how important and unshakeable she is in your heart
!"

"You need to show more care for your mother, such as proactively helping her with housework, and showing her your concern through practical actions... Women are emotional creatures, especially when the person caring for them
is their own son. She will be easily moved, and emotionally closer to you..."

"Furthermore, you must praise her relentlessly, even if it's cheesy... Remember, at your mother's age,
she constantly feels the melancholy of aging. She actually craves affirmation from others to prove she hasn't lost her beauty. Your praise will greatly
satisfy her vanity, restore her confidence, and rekindle her anticipation and desire for male admiration, thus creating an opportunity for your next step
..."

"Her appearance, her clothes, her style—these are all things you praise... Until one day, without realizing it, Mom starts to value your opinions and
naturally dresses according to your aesthetic sense. Then the first step will be a success..."

Wonderful, absolutely wonderful!

After reading it, I was greatly encouraged and have been meticulously carrying out the task for the past two weeks. Although doing those chores goes against my lazy nature,
the thought of the tempting reward—being able to taste my mother's mature and delicious body—fills me with energy. I'm doing it with great enthusiasm
and don't feel like it's a big chore.

Meanwhile, flattering praise poured from my mouth incessantly. At first, I was a little embarrassed and would fall silent after a few words
. But as time went by, my skin thickened, and I became more and more adept at it. I could spout countless words of praise without even thinking
, and they all sounded like heartfelt exclamations from a child.

"Wow! Mom...you look so beautiful today! I thought a movie star had come..."

"...Of course it looks good! This outfit only looks good on Mom's figure..."

"Hehe, Mom, you look at least ten years younger now. People might even think you're my older sister..."

I could hear things like this every day at home. At first, my mother would just scold me for being "precocious" and "smooth-tongued," but
the smile in her eyes was impossible to hide. Later, she stopped pretending to be reserved and happily accepted my flattery and ingratiation, sometimes even
showing a smug look on her face.

It seems the books were right; few women can resist sweet talk. Even my mother is no exception. She never suspected that I
had ulterior motives, and she was almost always delighted by my sweet talk.

In just two months, I achieved my goal.

My relationship with my mother is indeed better than before. It seems that there is no generation gap between us. We can talk about anything like close friends and are very intimate
.

In addition, my mother has become more particular about her clothes and appearance, like a young girl who has just entered puberty. Even when she goes to the vegetable market not far from home to buy groceries,
she will sit in front of the dressing table and carefully dress herself up, and she will often ask for my opinion.

"Xiao Fan, won't this make Mom look too fat?"

"Come and take a look, isn't Mom's lipstick a little too heavy?"

"Hmm... I also think these shoes are a bit outdated; it's time to get a new pair..."

She used to only ask her father these kinds of questions, but now she's asking me instead, and her attitude is becoming increasingly serious. It's clear she genuinely wants my opinion.
Several times, I've deliberately given answers that contradicted reality, and she's actually accepted them without question, as if my judgment is a crucial standard for her.
This makes me secretly chuckle.

But thinking about it, it's understandable. Dad is too busy to care about these things, and she rarely encounters other men in her daily life.
Who else could Mom consult if not her own son? Besides, women dress up for those they admire. With me praising her so enthusiastically, she would naturally dress up carefully according to my tastes
, even if she herself might not realize it. But it has already become a fact.

After confirming that the first step had been successfully achieved, I excitedly told the author, and then received his second step plan. My relationship with my son is becoming increasingly
close, which of course makes me, as a mother, both gratified and happy. In contrast, my relationship with my husband seems somewhat distant, as if there is some kind of barrier between us. I always
feel that we can't be as close as we are to our son.

Perhaps this is just a psychological effect resulting from comparison, but these days I have indeed begun to feel somewhat dissatisfied, feeling that my husband
's concern for me and our family in recent years has been far from satisfactory.

My husband and I once shared the sweetness of our courtship and the passion and warmth of our honeymoon. But as the years of our marriage have passed, those romantic bubbles
have quietly burst one after another. His work has become increasingly busy, while my life has become more and more monotonous and mechanical, with almost no novelty left in my life
.

I understand that my husband is so busy to earn money to support the family and to make life better for me and our son. But my demands aren't that high. As long as he
takes some time to spend with me from time to time, notices that I'm 'dressing up' for him, and says a few sweet words to me, even if they're just joking, that's
enough for me. I'll be very satisfied.

But none of that happened... He was certainly busy, but he was definitely not so busy that he couldn't squeeze out a few minutes. Many times he clearly had free time, but
he just didn't want to, wasn't willing to, or was too lazy to do it.

For example, last Sunday, I wanted to buy some new clothes, but my husband preferred to lie in bed watching pirated American movies rather than go shopping with me.

"You women always spend an entire afternoon shopping, my dear wife, please have mercy on me..." he pleaded, bowing and scraping. "Besides, my taste is terrible..."

I never managed to offer any good suggestions when I went before…

"Forget it then, let's just not buy it!"

I said coldly, feeling a surge of resentment in my heart, all my interest vanished without a trace.

"No, no, go buy it! And buy the best of everything, so it's worthy of my beautiful wife!"

My husband probably sensed something was wrong, and with a big smile, he took out a large sum of money from the drawer and stuffed it into my hands, but I didn't appreciate it.

"Go ahead, Mom! Since Dad's busy, I'll go with you! I can help you carry your things..."

My son, who was studying in his room, suddenly burst in, patting his chest eagerly, looking very excited to go shopping with me.

My husband, probably seeing that a scapegoat had arrived, immediately praised and agreed loudly. Under the strong persuasion of the father and son, I finally agreed and
went out with my son.

My son was very excited the whole way, his joy was palpable. Infected by him, the gloom in my heart was quickly dispelled, and I found that taking
my son out was even more enjoyable.

Looking back, this is the first time in so many years that my son and I have gone out alone. Usually, we go out as a family of three, and it seems that my husband is not
a problem. We just chat and laugh affectionately, and we are still very happy.

When we got to the clothing store, my son became my best advisor again, enthusiastically helping me choose clothes. His eye for fashion was surprisingly discerning, as if he had done special
research on it.

"Mom, look! That dress really suits your figure! You'll look so elegant and classy in it..."

"Hmm... the color and style are quite nice, but it's a little revealing, not really suitable for a mother's age..."

"How could that be? I've told you so many times, Mom, you're still young! Besides, this is the trend now, Mom, don't be so conservative..."

"Sigh, isn't it your father...?"

I stopped abruptly halfway through my sentence. Ever since we started dating, my husband has disliked me dressing too "revealingly," and he used to insist that I could only wear
long skirts in public. At the time, I obeyed him without question, but now a strong sense of rebellion suddenly welled up inside me.

—Hmph, you find it troublesome even to go shopping with me, why should I listen to you?

As if in a fit of pique, I changed my mind on the spot, nodded in agreement with my son's suggestion, and went to the dressing room to try it on.

Five minutes later, when I stepped out of the dressing room, I was, without exaggeration, stunning almost everyone in the store!

It was a purple sleeveless dress that hugged my full figure perfectly, leaving my fair and rounded arms completely bare. Because the waist was tightly cinched
, my high, firm breasts seemed to be deliberately emphasized, swelling up and creating a striking silhouette on my chest.

But what really caught everyone's eye was my long, slender legs beneath my short skirt. Nearly ten centimeters of my snow-white thighs, above the knees, were exposed, making several
men around me stare wide-eyed.

"Wow, it's so beautiful!" the son exclaimed, his eyes shining.

My face flushed slightly, but I couldn't help feeling secretly pleased with myself. For a woman nearing forty to still create such a stunning effect proves that
my beauty, my appearance, and my youth haven't completely faded; it's just that some blind people don't know how to appreciate it.

"Miss, this dress is practically made for you..." the saleswoman chimed in, seizing the opportunity to persuade you. "Your boyfriend raves about it;
you definitely won't regret buying it..."

"Boyfriend?" I was stunned for a moment before I realized what he meant, and then I couldn't help but laugh and cry at the same time. "What boyfriend? This is my own son! He's a full twenty
-two years older than me..."

"Oh no, really..." the other person exclaimed, speechless. "You look no more than twenty-eight or twenty-nine... uh, I can't tell, I really can't tell
..."

I knew perfectly well that such a compliment was a gross exaggeration; it would be more plausible if people mistook Xiaofan and me for siblings. But women always hope that others will guess they're
younger, so I still smiled broadly.

"No, I'm not my mother's son, I'm her little lover!"

Xiao Fan is such a troublemaker! He's pretending to be an adult, giving a serious explanation, and even putting his arm around my shoulder. Unfortunately, he's
a little shorter than me, so he had to lean his head against me instead.

The surrounding customers were amused and burst into laughter, unanimously praising me for having an enviable "little sweetheart".

"Okay, sweetheart! Mommy will do as you say and buy it!"

I smiled happily, bought the dress, and then took my son's arm as we walked out of the clothing store. We strolled around like that all afternoon,
just like a real couple. When I heard my mother call me "little sweetheart," even though she said it in a half-joking tone, I was still thrilled.

This means that the second step of the plan is progressing even more smoothly than expected!

The reason I eagerly accompany my mother shopping for clothes is not because I also enjoy shopping, but simply to spend as much time as possible with her and not miss any
opportunity for us to be alone together and strengthen our bond.

In particular, this opportunity was "snatched" from her father's hands, making its strategic significance even greater.

The purpose of the second step of the plan was to 'replace Dad' as much as possible!

Dad no longer sweet-talks Mom, so I'll take over; Dad doesn't have time to connect with Mom emotionally, so I'll fill
in; Dad's too lazy to go shopping with Mom, so I'll keep her company.

In short, I try my best to take over the tasks and responsibilities that are originally supposed to be done by Dad. In daily life, I strive to
replace Dad's role in various ways, so that Mom feels that, at least at home, I hold a much heavier place than Dad, in order to gradually erode Dad's
position in her heart.

According to that author, the ultimate goal of this step is to make the mother, though not consciously aware of it, unconsciously allow her son
to replace the father and become her spiritual partner! The goal is to spend as much time as possible with the mother, making her unconsciously accustomed to her son always being in her sight,
to the point that she develops an extreme emotional dependence on him, feeling a sense of loss whenever she cannot see him.

I meticulously followed the plan, spending all my time at home with my mother except when I was at school, clinging to her like a loyal little follower
. Wherever she went, I followed, chattering excitedly about school gossip, my experiences on the way home
, or my thoughts on a good movie… I even endured the fumes while my mother cooked, remaining almost
inseparable from her.

In addition, I am very diligent in running errands for my mother. Whenever she asks me to do something, such as go downstairs to get a bottle of soy sauce or take out the trash on the street corner,
I will happily obey her orders and run off to do it.

In contrast, my father seemed much lazier. Perhaps it was because he was very tired from working outside and had a somewhat chauvinistic personality, but when he came home, he always preferred
to enjoy everything that was readily available and didn't have the habit of offering to help. This gave me more opportunities to take advantage of him.

These methods were indeed effective. Before, Mom was quite lonely at home. After finishing her chores, she would either watch TV to pass the time or eagerly
wait for Dad to come home. But since I consciously started trying to please her, Mom smiled much more often and was much happier. The two of us
talked endlessly almost every day, often losing track of time, and even after Dad arrived home, we still felt like we hadn't had enough.

In addition, I was obedient and diligent, always eager to help with everything. Within two months, my mother developed a subtle dependence on me. Although she
didn't say it out loud, I could tell from the way she looked at me. It was a kind of dependence similar to that of a woman on a man. She was used to having me by her side at all times and to having me
do what she wanted.

So she started confiding in me more, including the details of her courtship with my father. Clearly, I was now more than just her son
; I was her confidant and someone she could pour out her heart to.

"Xiao Fan, I've been nagging you about so many trivial things, don't you get annoyed?"

"How could that be? I love listening to whatever Mom says..." I quickly declared, winking mischievously, "Don't forget, I'm your little sweetheart...
"

Mom chuckled, "My dear son, you're getting sweeter and sweeter! You really know how to make Mom happy. But don't let Dad hear you,
he might get jealous! Hehe..."

She was clearly joking, but I deliberately seized on her grammatical error and shamelessly said, "Then, don't call me that in front of Dad, and at other times Mom
will call me 'Little Sweetheart,' okay?"

"How can that be? That's disrespectful!"

Mom spit out a laugh, but for some reason, her pretty face turned slightly red.

I had just said it casually and didn't have high expectations, but when I saw her blush, my eyes lit up and I knew that she must have been feeling something.

Of course, this doesn't mean that my mother had those kinds of thoughts about me, but her slight shyness shows that I at least touched a chord with her and gave her some
unusual feelings.

Just as I was wondering whether I should press my advantage or stop now to avoid giving myself away, my father walked into the house at that moment, so I had to give up
.

However, things took an unexpected turn the next morning.

Because I downloaded several incestuous porn videos last night, I didn't go to bed until midnight. This morning, I
couldn't get out of bed and stayed there even after the alarm rang.

"Wake up...wake up..."

In my hazy state, I felt my mother come in, bend down by the bed, and shake my shoulders.

I still couldn't wake up. I turned over in a daze and made a dissatisfied grunt like a little pig.

"Time to get up, my sweetheart... or we'll be late..."

A soft laugh rang in my ears, sounding so gentle, full of a mother's pampering and love.

I woke up immediately with a start, opened my eyes with a "ah," and what came into view was my mother's radiant smiling face.

"Why is my little sweetheart sleeping in today? That won't do..."

She deliberately emphasized the words "little lover," and before I could fully react, she chuckled and floated out of the bedroom.

I was stunned for a full half minute, then cheered and started doing somersaults on the bed, feeling as sweet as if I'd eaten honey… From that day on, Mom really did start
calling me "little sweetheart" from time to time. Although it wasn't very often, and although it was still in a joking tone, I could feel that she wasn't just calling me
that to make me happy. In fact, she quite liked calling me that herself, and because she had to do it privately behind Dad's back, it became a little
secret between us. Our communication seemed to become even more tacit, filled with unprecedented tenderness and warmth… 'Very good, you can proceed to the third step of the plan
!'

That evening, a thumbs-up emoji popped up in the QQ chat box, followed by two lines of text that appeared quickly.

"Your next task is to start trying out physical intimacy with your mother, such as hugging her enthusiastically when you're happy, or
kissing her repeatedly on the cheek. But be careful, this contact must not be excessive, and absolutely, absolutely do not rush to touch sensitive areas, otherwise
you'll immediately ruin everything!"

"Oh? You mean, I can't let Mom sense that I have ulterior motives?"

I typed on the keyboard, sending back a sentence to myself.

"Yes! To make your mother feel that this is just affectionate behavior between family members, you can take full advantage of your age and act like a child, affectionately interacting with your mother, and
prolonging the time spent in physical contact with her as much as possible. This isn't about trying to provoke her, but about gradually letting her get used to your affectionate behavior and becoming accustomed to
this kind of intimacy whenever the two of you are together..."

I seemed to realize something: "Is this preparation for the future?"

"Brilliant! Let me put it this way, Mom won't have any other thoughts now, but when she really finds herself unable to control her feelings for you later, this move
will play a huge role! Hahaha..."

I watched with great interest and chuckled lewdly, typing out a string of smiley face emojis.

"Furthermore, this has another advantage: it subconsciously reinforces her dual identity as a mother and as a woman! In the previous part of the plan, you were constantly
replacing Dad, but if you completely succeed in replacing him, it wouldn't be a good thing, because then your mother would see you as a real adult and develop
the idea that you should be completely independent. She might even restrain herself from spoiling you too much, which would be detrimental to the overall plan… You often act cute and
affectionate towards her, like a child clinging to her; this is how the entire 'seduction plan' can continue…"

"Therefore, the best approach for you two, mother and son, is to cultivate a mixed emotional bond in the mother—a bond that is half mother-son and half male-female! A purely
mother-son relationship cannot overcome the taboo, and a completely romantic relationship will quickly lead to a resurgence of rationality. Only by achieving both can you hope to ultimately succeed."

victory……'

"Understood!'

I was deeply impressed and quickly sent him a few more newly acquired films to "pay my respects" to the author. Then, I hummed a little tune with pride, fantasizing about all sorts of exciting
and lewd scenes. My son and I grew closer and closer, and naturally, I poured all my maternal love into him.

His every move, his laughter, his joys and sorrows, all deeply tug at my heartstrings as a mother, controlling all my emotions
.

It is said that children are the apple of their mothers' eyes, and I already doted on him very much. In recent times, as the relationship between mother and son has become increasingly close, this doting
has reached its peak.

The fact that I actually complied with his almost unreasonable request and half-jokingly called him my "little lover" is the best proof of that.

At first, I called him that just to tease him, but as I kept calling him that, I found that I seemed to like the nickname too, and there was even a little bit of
sweetness in my heart.

It's just like the sweetness I felt when I was dating my husband!

Upon discovering this, I was both surprised and amused. Perhaps my emotional life had been dormant for too long, and my son's recent strong dependence
and intimacy had just filled a certain emptiness deep within my heart.

I can't imagine what the world would be like if I lost my son.

He loved me, his mother, just like that. He was not only filial and sensible, but he also always followed me around, afraid that I would be lonely, making me happy, and letting me do
whatever I wanted... Many things that should have been done by his father were taken on by his young and tender shoulders.

I know he's trying his best to prove through his actions that he's grown up!

Yes, my son has indeed grown up. He's getting taller every day, his voice has become as deep and resonant as his father's, and his once thin limbs have
become stronger and more robust. He looks like a little man now, and even seems to have a bit of a heroic air about him.

I'm not just making this up; there are facts to support my claim.

One evening more than ten days ago, my son accompanied me to the supermarket. On the way back, he suddenly needed to use the restroom and hurriedly went into a public toilet by the roadside. I
stood outside waiting for him. Just then, two young men, who were half-drunk, passed by. They saw me, grinned lewdly, and brazenly approached me, making obscene remarks.

"Hey beautiful, who are you waiting for? Come hang out with us buddies, you'll get your share of the rewards..."

"Hey, who are you trying to fool with that prim and proper act? Look at those big tits and that ass of yours, you're obviously a piece of trash who needs to be fucked..."

"Ha...don't dodge! Come here, let me give you a kiss..."

I was so angry I was almost crying, but I was also terrified. I yelled and screamed for help at the top of my lungs, but the road was already quite remote, and there were hardly any pedestrians around dinnertime
. No one heard my cries.

Just then, my son appeared out of the bathroom like a divine intervention. His eyes were bloodshot, and despite being outnumbered, he
picked up two bricks from the ground and fought the two thugs like a fierce lion, doing everything in his power to protect me. He anxiously told me to run home first.

Of course, I wouldn't abandon my son. While I was panicking, luckily, many passersby had already been alerted and gathered around. Seeing the situation was turning against them
, the two thugs quickly slunk away.

"Mom, are you alright? Are you alright...?"

My son, his face pale, grabbed my hands and kept asking if I was alright, completely ignoring the fact that his own palms were bleeding.

My nose tingled, and I hugged my son tightly, my eyes brimming with tears.

Thank God the fight ended early, and he wasn't seriously injured. But even so, it broke my heart and made me extremely nervous. I wished I could take his
pain away from me.

"Don't cry, Mom... I'm here, don't cry... I won't let anyone bully you..."

My son comforted me repeatedly, his tone like that of a guardian angel, exactly the same as what my ex-husband had said to me.

At that moment, besides being moved, I couldn't help but feel that my son was a real man now! His broad chest could give me
warmth and allow me to lean on him.

I even had a vague feeling that he was already half the pillar of the family, half my husband… But after we got home, the child was still a child. Perhaps
after the initial excitement subsided, and I became increasingly frightened, he suddenly burst into tears after I cleaned and bandaged his wound.

She hugged me tightly.

"Mommy...I'm scared...Waaah...Mommy..."

He trembled like a leaf in the autumn wind, his arms wrapped around me so tightly, as if afraid I would leave. He looked like
a child again.

"Little Fan, don't be afraid... Mommy's here... don't be afraid..."

It was my turn to comfort my son. The feeling of being protected by him transformed into a sacred desire to protect him. This transformation was so natural, and
my heart was filled with maternal tenderness and affection… I coaxed him for what seemed like forever before he gradually calmed down. However, he still huddled in my arms, his arms
wrapped around my waist, his head buried between my high breasts, unwilling to lift up. No matter how much I tried to persuade him, he wouldn't let go or get up, as if only in this way could he feel safe.

Although I felt the contrast between his behavior before and after was too great, I wasn't offended at all; on the contrary, I indulged him even more. So that night, my son hugged me like that,
his little head resting on my chest, using my full and soft breasts as a pillow, and fell soundly asleep in my arms... From then on, my son showed two different personalities in front of me
, two completely different personalities!

On the one hand, he often acts like an adult, showing me care and concern, which makes me feel comforted; but on the other hand, he still occasionally reveals
his childlike nature, which makes me both laugh and cry.

In particular, after this incident, he suddenly became more fond of acting cute, and he acted like a primary school student.

"No, Mom... I want you to call me your little sweetheart... please..."

Every day, I can hear my son using that childish tone, half-whining and half-pleading, to pester me. He'll pounce on me and hug me while acting cute,
rubbing against me like a puppy seeking affection, and even giving me a quick kiss on the cheek, followed by a smug look of childish triumph.

As for me, I usually just laugh and scold him a couple of times, then let the child do as he pleases. Although I think his behavior is rather childish, what mother doesn't like
her child to be affectionate towards her, especially since I spoil him more than usual.

Furthermore, I myself have mixed feelings towards my son. Sometimes I feel a sweet sense of having a "little sweetheart"; however, most of the
time, I still cherish him as my precious darling and want to protect him under my wings for the rest of my life... But what I didn't expect was that my husband would
disapprove of this!

One evening after dinner, the three of us were watching TV in the living room as usual. My son and I sat together at one end of the sofa, leaning against each other, not paying much
attention to the boring TV programs, just chatting and laughing. When we got to a happy part, my son started to act cute again, reaching out to hug me tightly from behind,
almost clinging to my back, and rubbing his cheek against my shoulder.

"Xiao Fan, what kind of behavior is this?" Her husband, noticing the scene, scolded her sternly, "You're already a high school freshman! How can you still
cling to your mother like a little kid? You have absolutely no manners!"

The son had always been most afraid of his father. After being scolded by those two sentences, his little face turned pale, and he quickly let go of his arm and obediently sat up straight.

"What's wrong? My son was just joking with me, why are you taking it so seriously?"

I felt a pang of resentment and gave my husband a slight look of reproach, thinking he was making a mountain out of a molehill.

"Honey, I've told you so many times, if you keep spoiling him like this, you'll ruin him..."

My husband's old-fashioned temper flared up, and he actually started lecturing me in a serious tone. Those same old lectures—not only does our son dislike them, but I'm
thoroughly tired of them too.

"Okay, you're right, you're right! Is that alright now?"

I said angrily that this was the first time in our sixteen years of marriage that I had responded to him in this way in front of our son.

The husband was speechless, staring wide-eyed.

"Mom and Dad, it's my fault... I... I'm going to study..."

The son probably sensed the awkward atmosphere, apologized with a long face, and then ran back to his room in a flash.

My husband looked at his retreating figure, then at me, and could only shake his head and smile bitterly.

In that instant, a surge of anger welled up inside me. My son risked his life to protect me, and he's always been so filial. So what if I spoil him a little
? At least he deserves more love than you do!

I snorted, got up with a sullen face, and went back to the bedroom, sulking and ignoring my husband all night. It took him two whole days to coax me back before we finally...

They made up for the time being... but ever since then, my son has become noticeably more afraid of my husband. He always seems timid and hesitant in front of him, just like a mouse in front of a cat
.

What's worse, it also affected the close bond between my son and me.

Even when my husband isn't around, my son still clings to me as usual, affectionately kissing me and playfully snuggling into my arms like it's nothing
new, which makes me extremely happy.

But as soon as my husband comes home, my son is like a different person. He becomes so obedient that he doesn't dare to utter a sound. Forget about hugging or kissing me; he even
speaks cautiously, trying his best to act like a 'grown-up,' and every move he makes is well-behaved.

Many times he clearly wanted to act cute towards me, but he would restrain himself and hang his head looking pitiful.

Seeing this, I felt both sad and heartbroken, and my resentment towards my husband deepened even further.

Although it hasn't manifested on the surface, cracks have inevitably appeared in our relationship.

The reason is obvious: whenever my husband is around, my son feels suppressed and wronged, and he doesn't dare to express his affection for me in his childlike way.
I also lack the satisfaction of being wholeheartedly followed by my son, and I feel quite lost.

This naturally makes me very dissatisfied!

In the past, I looked forward to my husband coming home early every day so he could spend more time with me; but now I have an instinctive aversion to him, and subconsciously I even hope that
he spends as little time at home as possible, so as not to interfere with the warm atmosphere of mutual understanding and affection between my son and me.

Although my husband and son are the most important men in my life, if God had to choose one of them, I would
choose my son with tears in my eyes and with reluctance!

After all, no matter how good a couple's relationship is, they are still "outsiders" in a marriage, and feelings can gradually fade; but a son is
a piece of his mother's flesh, and no force can sever this deepest, innate kinship born of blood ties... Son, can you hear your mother's heart?
Your mother loves you far more than she loves your father, do you know that?

I know, Mom... Of course I know!

You've started to dislike Dad a little, and my importance in your heart has reached an unprecedented level... Even though you haven't said it outright,
I can guess it from your eyes.

Because this was something I deliberately and systematically caused.

Following the author's advice, I deliberately acted as if I was terrified of my father. Whenever he was home, I would exaggerate my fear and pretend to be a
cowardly and timid person who was "oppressed." My goal was to further alienate my parents and make my mother love me more and distance herself from my father.

Mothers have an instinctive protective instinct towards their young. What I did was to try to trigger this instinct in my mother, to make her feel
unhappy with her relationship with her husband. Over time, the scales in her heart would overwhelmingly tip in my favor.

Now, I have achieved my goal.

Even a blind person could see that my mother's feelings for my father were fading. When my father was around, not only did I feel apprehensive, but she also had an indifferent expression and
treated him with indifference.

As soon as Dad leaves, my son and I both breathe a sigh of relief and return to our happy and carefree selves, getting along as well as we could ever want.

Behind my father's back, my mother started calling me "little sweetheart" more often, her voice sweet with a hint of coquettishness. Every morning, she would
bend down beside my bed and wake me up with that gentle voice.

"Wake up, my little sweetheart!"

She then gently kissed my forehead until I was fully awake, and returned the kiss with a kiss on her cheek. Only then did she giggle and leave the bedroom.

At times like these, I have a strong feeling that we look more like a couple than a mother and son… But what about Mom? Does she even
realize it?

I couldn't quite fathom her thoughts, but she was clearly more immersed in the beautiful bond between mother and son,
radiating the glow of a woman in love, her eyes and brows exuding a captivating charm.

Ah...this kind of allure is so tempting! I really want to carry Mom to bed right now, so we can be completely one in body and soul...I originally thought...

Everything was almost settled, but unexpectedly, after I reported the situation to the author on QQ tonight, his next instruction to me was...
to stay away from my mother!

"...Yes! I wasn't drunk and I didn't mistype anything. The fourth step of the 'Seduce the Mother' plan is for you to find an opportunity, like going on a trip or staying with relatives,
to get away from her for a while!"

"Why?" I was utterly puzzled.

"You have indeed won your mother's heart to some extent. She must have felt the sweetness of lovers when she's with you.
But don't forget, you're not really lovers; your relationship is primarily that of mother and son. As time goes on, once your mother fully adapts to your
unusual intimacy, this sweetness will gradually diminish, and may even eventually disappear entirely..."

"That's why I'm voluntarily leaving my mother for a while, because only separation can 'keep' our relationship fresh, like the saying 'absence makes the heart grow fonder'?
"

I suddenly realized something, and quickly typed on the keyboard, sending out this question.

"That's right! Little one, it seems you have quite a bit of talent!"

An obscene smiley face appeared in the dialog box, followed by the author's long-winded discourse.

"Besides keeping it fresh, there's another important purpose to do this: to let your mother experience firsthand how
painful and lonely it is to have her son away! These past few days, she's probably gotten used to you being around her, the two of you inseparable. But now you've suddenly left.
She'll definitely feel extremely uncomfortable, thinking about you constantly, worrying about you every day, her heart aching terribly..."

This lays the groundwork for the future "final battle." When she finally tries to rationally reject you, she'll recall those agonizing days and
be terrified that rejection will sever their mother-son relationship and cause her to lose you completely. She'll never want to relive the pain of losing her son, and thus her
courage to refuse will be greatly diminished…

That makes sense! That's absolutely right!

I couldn't help but clap my hands in approval and immediately put it into action. A perfect opportunity just happened: next month during summer vacation, the school would be organizing
a twenty-day summer camp at the military base—the perfect length for me.

I acted immediately, and the next day I registered with the tutor before telling my parents.

Just as I expected, Dad fully supported it, saying it was indeed a very meaningful summer activity,
much more productive than staying home watching TV all day. Mom, however, was quite worried, fearing that the conditions at the military base were too harsh and that her precious son wouldn't be able to handle it. But since it was already a done deal, she
reluctantly accepted it after a few grumbles.

Time flies, and the day of departure soon arrived. One day in mid-July, under the scorching sun, carrying a large
backpack filled with snacks and daily necessities prepared by my mother, I smiled and waved goodbye to her as she gave me her reluctant farewells and repeated instructions.

The car sped away, and through the window, I watched my mother's figure grow smaller and smaller, a sudden pang of sadness and loss washing over me. After all, I
had never been separated from my mother for more than a day since birth. I wanted to use "longing" as a weapon to further conquer her, but it was a double-edged sword; I myself
was also enduring its torment at the same time… However, I still managed to overcome myself with immense willpower, not calling my mother once during the entire twenty days of summer camp
, even though I constantly missed her deeply and longed to hear her voice!

This was also the author's request. Only by completely severing all ties between me and her could I make her experience the greatest pain of 'separation'! And only this
pain could allow me to ultimately possess her body and soul... One Thousand and One Nights, Twenty-Eight Nights. During this time, I wasn't just 'in pain,' I was completely lost
, tormented by a dazed and anxious state.

Xiao Fan, why...why is he like this? Why?

Does a son, once he grows up and leaves his mother's side, think he's all grown up and can do whatever he wants, and then forget about the mother who gave him life and raised him
?

If that's not the case, why haven't I received any calls from him?

He only called home at 8 PM that evening to let us know he was safe. However, I was taking a shower at the time, and my husband answered the phone.

My husband later told me that our son had arrived at the summer camp safely and everything was going well, so we could rest assured.

As I listened, I inwardly grumbled to my son: Honestly, why did he have to call at this time? It's always my shower time at this time every night, he
knows that, why couldn't he wait a bit? Now I haven't been able to talk to him.

But then I thought, maybe they were just tired from a long day and couldn't wait to rest. They couldn't wait for me to finish my shower. Anyway, there will be plenty of opportunities to talk on the phone later
, so I let it go.

But the next day, his son didn't call home; not on the third day, and not on the fourth, and the fifth... A whole week passed, and he seemed to
have vanished into thin air, without a trace!

At first, I was just a little dissatisfied and worried, but later I became really anxious. I would sit by the phone every day, lost in thought, and
started to have all sorts of wild ideas.

Why haven't you called back? Could something have happened...?

The more I thought about it, the more frightened I became. In a panic, I went to my husband to discuss it, crying and saying I needed to go to the summer camp immediately to look for our son. My husband laughed and scoffed,
saying I was overreacting. He said the summer camp had school counselors leading the group; if something had really happened to our son, the teachers would have contacted us long ago, not waited until now
.

Although I rationally acknowledged that my husband was right, I was still extremely anxious, unable to eat or sleep, and constantly worried about not hearing my son's voice
.

On the tenth day, just as I was about to go crazy and frantically ran to find my son, I finally received news of him again that evening. However, this time it was
a call from one of his good friends. The friend explained that the summer camp was completely closed, and to curb the spoiled nature of this generation of only children, everyone was forbidden from
calling home. To avoid arousing suspicion, the students had to take turns sneaking out to call each day. My son happened to be scheduled for the first day, so he
couldn't call back.

I cursed the guy who made this rule in my heart for being so heartless, but at the same time I finally breathed a sigh of relief. I then asked him about my son's situation,
but all I got was a perfunctory "pretty good, pretty good" and he hung up after a few words.

After that, I finally felt relieved and stopped being so worried about my son's safety. However, my longing for him only grew stronger day by day. Every day, I could only
think about him, and all I could see in my mind was his mischievous and adorable face and smile.

How is he? What is he doing now? Does he miss his mother?

These questions kept swirling in my mind, and it was only then that I realized that my son was truly my most important emotional support, and my attachment to him
was much deeper than I had imagined!

Moreover, this attachment doesn't seem to be a simple mother-child bond. I had a similar feeling when I was temporarily separated from my husband more than ten years ago during our courtship. Of course,
now it's only slightly similar, but I still suddenly realized it.

—What does this mean? Have I really started to see my son as my 'little sweetheart' and fallen in love with him?

—No, that's too absurd...absolutely impossible!

Thinking about this, I found it a little funny. I just thought about it and didn't take it seriously. But I was feeling a mix of joy and sorrow, and
quite anxious. I could only wait anxiously for the day my son would come home... In this anxious anticipation,
ten days were torn off the calendar, and the day of reunion finally arrived!

I will never forget that morning when the door was pushed open and my son, travel-worn and exhausted, reappeared before me. I was so excited and
overjoyed!

"Mom! I'm home...Mom!"

My son was clearly very excited too. He kept calling out to me, threw down his backpack, and rushed over to hug me tightly.

"Xiao Fan... my good son..."

Tears welled up in my eyes, and I opened my arms and hugged him tightly.

After twenty days of training, he was noticeably thinner and darker, but he also clearly developed a more masculine charm. Even the faint
smell of sweat on his body seemed to carry a unique masculine aura, making me involuntarily intoxicated.

"Mother……'

"Xiao Fan..."

We hugged each other tightly, kissing each other's cheeks, our hearts filled with the joy of reunion, unwilling to part for a long time... This is Ken.

It's settled. Holding your mother's full and mature body in your arms, and enjoying the wonderful sensation of your bodies rubbing against each other, who would be willing to part with her?

"Mom, I've been missing you so much. I've been dreaming about you these past few days..."

I whispered sweet nothings and acted coquettishly, while simultaneously pulling her arms even tighter. I could clearly feel her full and elastic breasts against my chest.

Wow, it's so big, and there's so much meat in it!

I was amazed to myself as these two large, swollen bulges were pressing intimately against my chest, almost making me stop breathing.

Although I had slept between my mother's breasts before, it was only a light touch, and I didn't dare to be too presumptuous. But today, taking advantage of this reunion
, while my mother was still excited and unsettled, I consciously rubbed against and felt those full and soft breasts, and the effect was naturally completely different.

"My dear son, Mommy misses you so much..."

Her voice was slightly choked as she kept kissing my face, completely unaware that I was carefully taking advantage of her.

My courage grew, and blinded by lust, my hands, which were wrapped around her back, quietly slid down and tentatively pressed against her round and perky buttocks.

—Wow, even bigger than I imagined, and feels even better than breasts… Actually, it's not just breasts and buttocks; Mom's entire figure is quite voluptuous
, full of the sensuality of a mature woman. Compared to female celebrities on TV, she's naturally not as slender, but for me, this voluptuousness and sensuality
are what's most attractive, filling me with an extreme desire to possess her!

My blood was boiling, and I couldn't help but squeeze those two beautiful mounds of flesh even harder. I even brazenly pinched her buttocks with my palms, and my already excited and erect penis
pressed against her. The feeling of it pressing against her lower abdomen was indescribably comfortable... Suddenly, my mother's body stiffened, and her face turned pale.

I was startled, as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over my head. Not only did my lust vanish instantly, but I also broke out in a cold sweat.

— During the execution of the plan, one must never reveal one's true colors for the sake of momentary pleasure, otherwise all previous efforts will easily be wasted!

Damn it! How could I have forgotten that author's repeatedly emphasized advice? This is terrible… Just as I was feeling annoyed and regretful, my mother suddenly hugged
me, reached out and stroked the back of my head, her face full of anxiety, and said, "Xiao Fan, why is there such a big bump here? Did someone hit you?"

I then realized what had happened and secretly breathed a sigh of relief. So that's what she was so shocked about! Thank goodness… "It's nothing, I just tripped and fell a few days ago,
hit my head on the ground and got a bump… Hey, Mom, what are you doing? Don't be so worried… the school doctor said it's nothing…"

The statement proved invalid, but my mother still complained and dragged me to the living room to sit down. She applied medicine and bandaged my wounds, and it took her a long time
to finish... That night, I hid in my room and contacted the author again via QQ, telling him everything in detail.

"...Looking back now, those few things I did were pretty explicit >_"

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