Mother Oedipus Diary Side Story

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Every night before bed, as usual, I would take out my secret diary from the hidden compartment of my desk and write down my thoughts. Since my mother gave me this diary for my birthday last year, the time for our year-long promise was almost up, and I felt both anticipation and anxiety.

At that time, my mother said to me cryptically, "Child, you've grown up. There are some things I know you might not tell me, so I gave you this diary. If you can write down what you're thinking every day and persevere, a year later, I will read your diary, and I will definitely grant you any wishes you have. Also, you must remember that I decided to divorce your father last month, all for you. Don't ask why yet; I will tell you everything on this day next year."

At that time, I was very curious as to why my mother kept begging to divorce my father. After my mother said this, my curiosity was amplified, but my mother refused to reveal it, insisting that she would tell me a year later.

However, since that day, the change in my interaction and way of getting along with my mother has given me a vague, wild idea. Gradually, I actually started writing down my thoughts in my diary every day. I decided to take a gamble and see if my wild idea was real.

Since my parents divorced last year, it's just my mother and me taking care of each other. When my father was alive, my mother and I didn't have much time or space to spend together. After their divorce, I realized that my mother and I couldn't live without each other. From then on, my mother focused all her energy on taking care of me. I understood to some extent that I was her last support. And I also realized that I couldn't live without my mother.

The day after my mother gave me her diary, I bought one and gave it back to her.

"Mom, I'm giving you a diary too. I'll write in it too. A year later, we'll exchange diaries. If Mom has any wishes she wants me to fulfill for you, I will definitely help her."

"My child, you are so sensible. Mom is so happy. You are so filial. Mom loves you."

My mother hugged me tightly and cried with emotion.

"Mom, I love you too." I couldn't help but kiss my mother's cheek to show my affection.

"Child...think carefully...what to write in your diary, remember! Whatever you want, Mom...will give you." My mother looked up to kiss me back, but I accidentally turned my cheek slightly, and her kiss ended up on my lips.

Although my mother only touched me briefly, that moment stirred my heart. The natural expression of motherly love suddenly felt strange. My mother seemed to sense it too, and turned her head away somewhat awkwardly.

In another month, it will be a year, and I feel both anticipation and trepidation, wondering how my mother will react to what I write in my diary. Perhaps I'm still affected by my mother's words last year ("Remember! Whatever you want, Mom...will give you."). Her slightly shy expression at the time has been replaying in my mind all year. What is my mother thinking?

Although I tried to dispel these strange thoughts, the various situations we encountered in our daily lives over the past year truly compelled me to write down my true feelings in my diary.

Actually, while writing in my diary every day, I also really wanted to see what my mother had written. But my mother didn't know where she hid the diary; no matter how many times I searched the house, I couldn't find it.

That evening, I came home.

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

I heard the noise of the range hood coming from the kitchen; my mother was probably in the kitchen!

I went straight to the kitchen, and sure enough, my mother was busy cooking.

"Mom!" I deliberately hugged her from behind and kissed her on the neck.

"Ah! You startled me! You're back!"

My mother and I had become much closer over the past year, and we often didn't shy away from affectionate gestures.

"Wow, Mom, you're dressed so beautifully while cooking. Are you going on a date?" I saw that my mother was wearing a tight-fitting purple dress with lace trim.

"Yes! Mom is going on a date with a very handsome guy later."

"..." Seeing my mother's serious expression, I suddenly felt a surge of jealousy.

"How about it?" Mom turned around, a teasing expression on her face, a half-smile playing on her lips.

"No way!" I said.

"Okay then!... If this handsome guy says no, then..."

"Yes, yes, yes..." I knew Mom was joking.

"Hehe... Look how anxious you are, afraid Mom will run off with someone?"

"Yeah!" I hugged Mom tighter, deliberately acting coquettish.

"Alright! Alright! You're about to break my bones."

"Mom, seriously, you look so beautiful today!"

"Hehe, really? It's even prettier underneath, want to see?"

Over the past year, Mom has become used to saying things to me without any restraint.

"Sure! With such a beautiful woman in front of me, only a dog wouldn't look."

"It's not that cheap!" Mom gently pulled away from me and turned off the range hood.

"What's so strange about that? I could guess what underwear Mom's wearing today."

"Oh! Then tell me."

"Hmm! What if I guess right?"

"If you guess right, I'll let you see as much as you want."

"Okay, Mom's wearing a light purple dress today, so her underwear... should be too."

"Wrong!"

"Then..."

"You only have one chance, you can't guess anymore."

"Heh, if I guess right, Mom can cheat, since I can't see it anyway."

"Fine, since you say so, guess three times, you have two more chances."

"Hmm... the black bikini set."

"Wrong!"

"Then... the white one with lace."

"Wait! How do you know so much about Mom's underwear? You..."

"I'm innocent! Mom hangs her underwear out to dry like a national flag every day, I bet even the old lady across the street knows."

"Oh... I see, but it's still wrong."

"Hmph! It's all your fault. So tell me, what color is it?"

"Pink."

"Liar! Where would you get pink?"

"I'm not lying, Mom just bought it today."

"Today? Who could guess? I don't believe it."

"Wait until tonight when I change, then you can go to the laundry basket and see for yourself."

"No, I want to see it now."

"Well... alright, I'll convince you."

As she spoke, Mom lifted her skirt up to her waist, revealing a pink lace bikini panty.

"..." Although I've accidentally seen my mother changing clothes many times, this is the first time she's let me see her lower body on her own initiative. I stared at the dark shadow of pubic hair at the base of her panties, stunned.

"So? Mom didn't lie to you, did she?" Mom spoke while still wearing her skirt, as if she really wanted me to see enough.

"Yes...yes...no...Mom didn't lie to me." I stammered.

"Oh, still shy! Have you seen enough? Ah...I've been tricked."

Mom seemed to realize something and lowered her skirt.

"You're the one who wanted to show yourself."

"Hmph, you took advantage and still complain."

"Mom, to be honest, you're so beautiful, I'm really worried."

"Worried Mom will run off with someone? Don't worry, Mom will only run off with you, a handsome guy."

"Really?"

"I'd be a dog if I lied to you." Mom made a playful face like a little girl. [This post was edited by 枫椛樰枂 on 2016-07-16 23:10]

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