Youth begins with falling in love with your mother (1-7)

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Chapter 1: A Startling Dream

The first woman I ever fell in love with was my mother.

My mother was a woman with a relatively formal, traditional education. She possessed a classical elegance, gentle on the outside but strong on the inside.

She married young, giving birth to my older sister at twenty and to me at twenty-three.

I was very intelligent from a young age, always ranking at the top of my class in school. Coupled with my sensible and obedient nature, my family, including my sister, doted on me.

I have a cheerful personality, getting along well with classmates and relatives, and I enjoy outdoor
activities. I rarely experience depression, but when I was fourteen, something particularly
distressing happened.

That morning, I woke up from a strange dream. The scene in the dream left my heart in turmoil,
unable to .

In the dream, my mother was lying motionless on a large bed, her supple and full body curled up,
sleeping peacefully, as adorable as a baby. And I was sitting beside her. In my dream, I was in
a state of extreme excitement, unable to resist lifting my mother's loose nightgown. I was utterly unable to resist
the allure of her mature body. Even after waking up, recalling the scene still felt incredibly
wonderful .

In the dream, I was like a man possessed, wanting to violate my mother, strip her of all her clothes, and wantonly
ravage her body. But just as I was about to see my mother's naked, beautiful breasts, I
woke up in a cold sweat.

The feeling of excitement hadn't faded when a strong sense of guilt overwhelmed me.

I felt as if my soul had been ripped out. Suddenly, I realized that one of my hands
was gripping my own erect penis, covered in sticky semen. I felt as if the sky
had fallen me a while to calm down a little, and I tore off some tissues to clean the semen.

It was just beginning to get light. I lay weakly on the bed, as if I had just survived a life-or-death
battle .

In fact, a psychological life-or-death battle was already raging within me.

Physical pleasure and moral guilt were like a devil and an angel, simultaneously invading my
mind and battling fiercely on its battlefield.

I don't know how much time had passed when I heard a knock at the door.

"Ah Jie, what's wrong? Why aren't you up so late?"

It was my mother's voice. I jumped in fright, quickly pulling the covers over my head and pretending to be fast asleep.

Seeing I didn't respond, my mother opened the door and came in. She sat down beside my bed and asked with concern, "Ah Jie,
are you awake?"

"Hmm..." I simply threw back the covers, pretending to be very sleepy, stretching and
yawning . "Mom, I'm not fully awake yet. You woke me up," I said somewhat hesitantly.

My mother clearly didn't believe me. She reached out and touched my forehead, and I took the opportunity to glance at her full
breasts . I saw those two mounds rising and falling with her breathing, and my heart nearly jumped out of my chest.
I felt both afraid and excited. My heart was conflicted.

I rarely paid attention to my mother's sexy side before, but now I realize how
attractive her beautiful breasts are. At the same time, a strong sense of guilt overwhelmed me, making me feel like a mountain was pressing down on me.

My God! What's wrong with me? She's my own mother! How could I have such inappropriate thoughts about her
?

My heart pounded like a wild beast just locked in a cage.

The image of my mother lying before me like a cute baby in my dream, combined with
the full breasts so close to my eyes now, seemed to form a giant black hole, devouring my soul. I was caught in
a whirlpool unable to escape.

I averted my gaze like a thief. My mother didn't notice anything unusual, nor did she detect anything wrong with my body from my
forehead . She frowned in confusion and scolded, "It's already
7:30! Why are you still sleeping in?"

My mother has always been very strict with me. I have to get up at 6:30 every day, whether I have school
or not . Today is the weekend, and I don't have to go to school, but my mother still insists that I
get up at 6:30.

"Mom, I'm so sleepy, I want to sleep a little longer." Perhaps it was the change this morning that made me
consider disobeying my mother for the first time.

Mom was clearly unhappy. "Then you can continue sleeping, and you don't need breakfast." She left without looking back, and I secretly watched her beautiful figure disappear through the doorway

, with the gaze of someone admiring a woman . From that moment on, I secretly became infatuated with my mother. Not long after Mom left, I got up, washed up, and went to the dining room. I thought Mom was just that in anger, but now I realized there really wasn't any breakfast for me. Dad had already finished eating and left; only Mom and my sister were at the table, my seat was empty. "Mom, where's my brother's breakfast?" my sister asked curiously. "You eat yours, why do you care so much?" Mom said without even glancing at me. Mom was noticeably different today; she rarely spoke to her children in such a tone before. She would maintain a dignified and virtuous image, speaking gently and kindly. When I heard my mother's words, my heart felt heavy, and I felt wronged. So, without a word, I left the dining room and went back to my room to go online. My sister, who hadn't even finished her breakfast, came to my room and pressed me for an explanation. "Little brother, why were you angry with Mom ?" "Who was angry with her?" I said, feeling wronged. "Don't deny it! Why wouldn't Mom let you eat breakfast?" "If she doesn't want to, she can not. She's my mother, and I'm her child." The last sentence sounded like I was being defiant, but I was actually reminding myself of that. But what it do? My mind was already overwhelmed by the strange dream I had that morning, and the unpleasantness with my mother had made my attitude towards her deviate from its usual pattern. Finally, those wicked thoughts in my heart gained a little more control. "How could you talk like that?" my sister said unhappily. "Am I wrong to say that?" I retorted sharply. "Of course not! She's your mother, you have to respect her. What's wrong with you? You weren't like this before."

" What happened?"

"Nothing happened," I said guiltily.

Just then, Mom came in. She had changed into a white dress and flesh-colored stockings
, looking incredibly sexy. My heart skipped a beat, and my breathing quickened.

Mom had dressed sexily before, but I had never reacted like this before.

"Rongrong, don't worry about him. Go change your clothes, let's go for a walk." Mom said, turning and leaving
without even looking at me.

My sister turned around, rolled her eyes at me, and said irritably, "Mom's in a bad mood today, and you're still
holding a grudge against her."

I asked, puzzled, "Why is she in a bad mood?"

My sister leaned close to my ear and whispered, "Because Dad's away on a business trip again today."

"Dad goes on business trips all the time?" "I said dismissively.

My sister frowned, lightly tapped me on the head, and said, "There's more to this than meets the eye, but
it 's an adult matter, we can't interfere. But I need you to state your position first."

My sister's expression suddenly became very serious, which made me feel uneasy.

"State what position?"

My sister stared at me and said, "If Dad and Mom divorce, who will you live with?"

I was startled. "What? That's impossible, isn't it? Aren't they doing very well?"

"Doing very well? Humph! They're supposed to be respectful to each other, huh? Do you think it's good for a husband and wife to be respectful to each other? Sigh! You're
still young, you wouldn't understand matters of the heart even if I told you. Anyway, I'm asking you, if that day really comes,
would you rather live with Mom or Dad?"

Her words undoubtedly made me even more confused, and I didn't know how to answer for a moment.

"Rongrong!" At this moment, Mom called my sister again.

My sister hurriedly said, "Okay, Mom, I'll be right there." Then she turned her head and
stared at , "Speak quickly." "

I really didn't know what to say," I said impatiently. "Go change your clothes first. I'm annoyed.
Let me have some peace and quiet."

"Hmph! I'm telling you this now: if that day ever comes, and you choose to stay with Dad, then
I'll cease to be your sister!"

My sister's tone was icy, revealing her resolute determination. It was the first time she
had spoken to me like this, leaving me feeling somewhat lost.

After my sister and mother went out, I was left alone at home.

I was really hungry, so I went to the kitchen to find something to eat. But I didn't want
my mother for a while, I lost my appetite and suddenly didn't want to eat anymore. On my way back, as I passed my mother's
room, my heart suddenly skipped a beat, and I stopped in my tracks.

I couldn't help but glance at my mother's wardrobe. Inside were my mother's sexy clothes. I thought I could
use these sexy clothes to more easily fantasize about my mother's ripe, naked body.

Evil thoughts began to flood my mind, and my breathing became rapid.

Because I was home alone, my courage grew a thousand times greater than usual. I felt
completely unrestrained and carefree, capable of doing anything.

Finally, I pushed open the door to my mother's room. My heart was pounding with wicked thoughts
. I eagerly opened my mother's wardrobe, and sure enough, there were her sexy lingerie and stockings.
These clothes, so close to her mature body, quickly conjured up an image of my mother naked in my mind.

My breath caught in my throat. I almost groaned out loud.

My next actions were completely irrational; I stripped myself naked in a few quick movements.

My genitals were already rock hard, like an iron rod. At this point, I had never seen
anyone else's genitals before. So I couldn't be sure what level my genitals were at.

My hands trembled slightly as I pulled my mother's sexy clothes over and hugged them tightly to my chest, fantasizing
about holding her alluring naked body in my arms and wantonly ravaging it. My body suddenly started trembling, and I stumbled back a few steps,
falling onto my mother's soft bed.

At this point, I didn't know how to masturbate; I only knew that one hand was tightly gripping my penis. Suddenly, I wanted to stuff
my mother's sexy clothes, my imagined naked body, into my genitals, but then
I suddenly regained a sliver of reason. Ultimately, I was afraid of soiling the clothes and being discovered by my mother,
so I didn't do it. But at the same time, I suddenly felt a liquid about to ejaculate from my penis
, although I didn't know... This was semen, but I could tell it was dirty. Afraid of soiling my mother's
bed, I pressed my own clothes against my genitals.

The harder I pressed, the more pleasurable and wonderful it felt. Finally, I simply collapsed onto my mother's bed,
still using my own clothes to cover my genitals to avoid soiling her things. Gradually, I began
rubbing my genitals, and after a short while, a thick, sticky fluid gushed out. Accompanying this
fluid was my imagined image of my mother's naked body through her underwear. I imagined myself pressing my mother's naked
body beneath me, feeling blissful.

But after about ten seconds, this blissful feeling began to fade, replaced by intense
guilt and self-reproach.

"What's wrong with me? What have I done?" "She's my mother..."

Emptiness!

A sudden, intense emptiness filled my heart. Although I had just experienced my first orgasm outside of a dream,
at this moment it all felt meaningless, instead bringing me a deep sense of shame.

After catching my breath, I carefully cleaned up all the traces left by this absurd act, putting
my mother's sexy clothes back in their original place. I did it meticulously because I was really afraid of
my mother finding out.

Then I went back to my room, feeling extremely tired, and fell asleep quickly after collapsing onto the bed.

"Little brother, little brother, little brother..."

It was my sister's gentle voice. It must have been noon; I remembered my alarm clock had already gone off. My sister and
mother had long since returned, but I was still lying in bed, wearing only my underwear and without a blanket.

My sister didn't mind seeing me dressed like this; in fact, she had seen me completely naked before. Even two years
ago , it wasn't strange for her to be naked in front of me. Even now, she...
She was seventeen, and I was fourteen, almost adults. She never bothered to avoid my gaze when changing her clothes
; she openly let me see her wearing only a bra and panties.

And now, although I harbored wicked thoughts about my mother, I remained
indifferent to my sister.

I think perhaps it's because her body hasn't fully developed yet. Looking at her breasts, I realized it would
take another year or two for them to grow as full and round as my mother's.

She came in and covered me with the blanket, then tried to wake me, but I was so tired,
my head was spinning, and I didn't want to get up even when she called.

"Little brother, are you feeling unwell?" My sister's voice was full of concern.

I rolled over, lying face down on the bed. "Sister, I feel so suffocated. Can you let me have some peace and quiet?"

I was telling the truth. I was truly depressed, filled with shame, yet also
obsessed fantasizing about ravaging my mother's body.

Just then, Mom came in. She was still wearing a dress and sexy stockings, and I couldn't resist the temptation
to lewdly admire her alluring body encased in the dress.

"Get up and get dressed,"

Mom's commanding tone shattered my fantasy, making me realize again: "She's my mother,
a mother who loves me but is also strict with me."

"I...I don't want to get up!" Actually, it wasn't that I didn't want to get up, but my penis was already
hard because of Mom's sexy body. How could I dare turn over now and let them see?

"Little brother!" my sister scolded, angry that I had disobeyed Mom.

In my sister's heart, Mom was undoubtedly sacred, and I used to think so too, but
now I had wicked thoughts, wanting to break through Mom's sacred shell and play with her holy body.

Mom was indeed in a bad mood today. Seeing her son disobey her twice and show no remorse, it was hard
not to be angry. She said sternly, "Fine, then you can forget about lunch today."

After Mom and my sister left, my penis gradually softened.

"Another meal without food," I sighed helplessly, rubbing my stomach.

My mother has always been like this with my sister and me; her harshest punishment is not allowing us to eat. When my father is home
, he usually objects, saying it's bad for the children's health, but my mother always insists on her
way. My father can never get her to yield when it comes to disciplining the children. In fact, my mother seems to strongly resent
my father's involvement; in her view, disciplining the children is solely her responsibility, and my father has no right to
it .

I do have the urge to be angry with my mother, but it's completely unreasonable, bordering on being
irrational . But it's rare for me to act impulsively, and I'm being truly unreasonable.

Perhaps I'm trying to make my mother discover the wicked thoughts that have just arisen within me and to demand some kind of morally
questionable satisfaction. But that's impossible; it's just a pathetic form of self-comfort. But
what's wrong with that? What I need right now is self-comfort. There's no one else who can comfort
me because I dare not let anyone know that I harbor such wicked thoughts.

I simply locked the door from the inside. My sister tried to sneak me some bread and drinks, but
I didn't open the door despite her knocking for a long time . That evening, I remained locked in my room. Although I hadn't eaten all day,
I didn't feel particularly hungry.

"Little brother, dinner's ready!" my sister called, knocking on the door.

No matter how much she knocked or called, I didn't answer. My heart was filled with disappointment, helplessness, and
fear … a mix of emotions that overwhelmed me, leaving me with no desire to speak.

"Little brother! What's wrong?" my sister asked, clearly anxious.

I thought, "Mom must be worried too."

Sure enough, Mom called me, her tone softening considerably. "Ah Jie, aren't you hungry? Get up
and eat ."

I felt a surge of satisfaction; I had clearly won. Mom cared deeply for me; she wouldn't let
me go without food all day. If I starved, she would be the one most heartbroken.

But I still didn't open the door. I wasn't satisfied with this. What tormented me most was that
I had neither the means nor the courage to let Mom know my true intentions: to possess her body and
have sex with her. Did I dare tell her?

"Mom," I suddenly cried out in agony.

This terrified my mother and sister.

"A-Jie!"

"Little brother!"

they both exclaimed simultaneously, banging on the door. They clearly thought
something .

"A-Jie, please open the door and let Mom in, okay?"

"No!" I said firmly, for the same reason I couldn't get out of bed before—
my penis had turned to metal. It was so frustrating. I really wanted to throw myself into
my mother's arms and cry.

"A-Jie, listen to me, open the door," my mother pleaded. "It was all my fault this morning.
I'll never force you to get up so early again."

My mother was giving in, which gave me a surge of pleasure, as if she had surrendered to my
body and was at my mercy. I involuntarily gripped my penis, which was now fully erect.
Guided by the physical pleasure, I instinctively began to masturbate.

"Mom!" I boldly called out to my mother, who was only separated from me by a door, while rapidly stroking my
penis, fantasizing that she was right in front of me, naked.

"Ah Jie, Mom's here, please open the door first, okay?" My mother's gentle, pleading voice was undoubtedly the best
aphrodisiac, instantly arousing me to the extreme. She had no idea that her son was mentally
defiling her body.

"Mom!" I called out one last time, and then I couldn't hold back any longer; a thick stream of semen
spurted , wave after wave of pleasure violently assaulting my brain.

I gasped for breath, having just experienced an unprecedented orgasm, but that damned sense
of guilt and shame instantly overwhelmed me.

I listlessly cleaned up my semen, then tried to open the door, but ultimately lay back down, powerless.

"Ah Jie, open the door quickly! Are you trying to drive your mother crazy?" My mother's voice choked with emotion.

I finally opened the door. My mother and sister saw my haggard and exhausted face, both puzzled and heartbroken.

Clearly, this couldn't have been caused by arguing with my mother; there must be another reason. But
they couldn't possibly guess that the real reason was that I was deeply entangled in lust for her.

"Ah Jie, is something bothering you? Tell your mother, okay?" My mother's face was anxious, completely devoid
of the sternness and coldness she had shown me during the day—this was her true nature!

She gently stroked my hair and naturally tried to pull me into her arms. This would have
been a perfectly normal thing for us before, but now it was completely different. I felt as if I'd been electrocuted
, and I pushed my mother away violently, backing away until I thought she couldn't reach me anymore.

"What a joke! With the allure of my mother's body right now, let alone physical contact with her,
even just seeing her in sexy clothes would make my penis instantly erect if I couldn't control myself.
What if my erection touches her when she hugs me?"

However, my unusual behavior was clearly incomprehensible to my mother and sister; they were both stunned.

My mother, recovering from her shock, said sadly, "Ah Jie, do you hate your mother?"

I shook my head without answering.

"My dear mother, how can I explain this to you? I really want to openly hug you,
touch your hair and skin, or comfortably enjoy your warm embrace and gentle caresses, but I
can no longer innocently enjoy our intimacy like before! Unless you can accept my
inappropriate thoughts about you," I thought helplessly.

"Sigh! It's because Mom was too strict with you, and you resent Mom, right?" Mom still
held onto her misunderstanding, saying somewhat disheartenedly, "Okay, Mom won't be as
strict ..."

"Mom, you really misunderstood." I said, without explaining, and rushed out the door into
the bathroom , because I realized that after Mom stroked my hair, my penis had inevitably become erect again.

I ate some food at the dinner table and then left the dining room listlessly.
Chapter Two: Sleeping Together
I deeply realized that when I had inappropriate thoughts about my mother, the pleasure of breaking taboos was
only momentary, like a torrent, no matter how turbulent it was, it could not escape
the fate of destruction in the end.

After the fleeting pleasure dissipated, the overwhelming pain would completely engulf my heart,
making me feel as if I had fallen into a demonic path, sinking into a sea of bitterness.

I felt pain I had never felt before. Since what happened that morning, I had no
energy in class, and I was no longer the person I used to be.

Now I'm listless every day, almost like a walking corpse, and unwilling to share my inner thoughts with anyone
. I know it's impossible for anyone to understand what I'm thinking right now, otherwise the situation would be
even worse. I can't help but imagine that I might be treated as a mental patient and forcibly sent to isolation treatment.

Actually, I'm overthinking it, but I'm still young. Although I learned
some , knowing that boys experience nocturnal emissions at a certain age, and I even
joked about it with my classmates in class, not taking it seriously at all, what should I do if
I dream about my mother and have a nocturnal emission? Should I ask my
physiology teacher about this? That's obviously impossible, so I can only suffer in ignorance.

Actually, my mother has long noticed that something is wrong with me, but because I deliberately avoid contact and
communication , she can only watch helplessly and has no way of understanding my situation. She also doesn't think about
the root of the problem I'm facing.

There have been new changes at home these days; my mother suddenly stopped going to work. My sister told me that she had quit
her job.

I was very surprised when I heard the news. My mother is a semi-successful woman,
but that doesn't mean her career wasn't successful. It's just that while she was successful in her career, she
also took excellent care of her family. So, half of her brilliance was overshadowed by her success as a housewife, but
in reality, she is a successful businesswoman.

I finally learned from my sister that my mother wanted to open her own beauty salon.

She said, "Mom gave up her career to take care of us before. Now that we're grown up,
she should have her own career too."

"So Mom is going to become a career woman," I said absentmindedly.

My sister said, "Of course! Mom has sacrificed so much for us in the past, so we must
support ."

"How can we support her?" I said dismissively, "That's for adults. Why are you always so
nosy ? You interfere in everything! You're too young to be a housewife; you're not even fully grown yet.
You can manage her however you want after you get married."

I think maybe because I've just developed a mother complex, I subconsciously hope that my mother will become a family
woman.

As I expected, my words immediately provoked my sister's fury, but I had my own way of dealing with it
: I remained calm despite her rage.

Time passed as usual, and my masturbation became more and more frequent. Each time, my fantasy
object was my own mother; I've fantasized about every part of her body countless times.
Afterwards I always felt ashamed and guilty. Plus, my sister told me that Mom was trying to
transition into a career-oriented lifestyle, so I started trying to break this shameful habit.

Because I always choose the best time and place to masturbate, and I clean up very
carefully , no one in my family knows I've developed this
habit. Therefore, the weakness and fatigue caused by masturbation are mistakenly attributed to my studying too
hard .

It's worth mentioning that I'm currently in the second semester of the second year of junior high school. After this summer,
I'll be in the third year and face my first major exam—the high school entrance exam. So, regarding my mother-related issues...
Before this incident, I was very diligent and hardworking, requiring no prompting from my mother. I possessed this
self-discipline, largely thanks to her. She cultivated a habit of
diligence and studiousness .

My mother hadn't yet started her beauty salon, perhaps wanting to rest more,
but my deliberate distancing from her completely robbed her of any leisure time. It was clear she was
also deeply distressed.

I thought that to diminish my inappropriate thoughts about my mother, I needed willpower, starting with
trying to quit masturbation. However, this attempt quickly failed. I discovered
that when faced with the temptation of sexual pleasure, my supposedly strong willpower proved incredibly fragile. It wasn't something that
could be overcome simply by making a solemn vow. Therefore, I decided to gradually reduce the frequency of masturbation,
achieving my goal step by step. However, after a week, while the frequency did decrease for the first two days
, I couldn't control myself any longer and ultimately returned to my original state. All my efforts were in vain.

The last few weeks of this semester were completely consumed by this issue. When the final exams came, I
walked into the exam hall listlessly, and walked out listlessly. That's how I finished my second year of junior high with
the worst .

Finally, summer vacation arrived. When my mother found out my grades, she was furious and, together with my sister,
interrogated .

"Tell me the truth! What happened? I saw you studying really hard recently, how did
you get such bad grades?" my mother yelled at me angrily.

I thought, even if you beat me to death, I wouldn't tell the truth, so I said guiltily, "Everyone makes mistakes
sometimes . I really tried, you all saw that. Maybe my intelligence is declining. It's not
my fault. Maybe I should take some medicine to improve my intelligence."

"Lies!"

"That's just liars, isn't it?"

My sister watched coldly, but I could tell from her expression that she seemed to be guessing something.
She might not be right, but it definitely wasn't anything good. A cunning glint was shining in her eyes.

Sure enough, after Mom gave me a good scolding, she suddenly blurted out, "Mom,
it seems like my brother's in love. He must have fallen for a girl but couldn't win her over . He's
heartbroken, which is why he's neglecting his studies and his grades have dropped so drastically."

"Ah!" I almost jumped up. "How can you say that? Without any evidence..."

My sister giggled and said to Mom, "Mom, see, I guessed right, didn't I?"

"Ah Jie! Is that so?" Mom was clearly mostly convinced, and her slightly softened expression suddenly
turned .

At this point, I knew completely ignoring it wouldn't work; I had to come up with a reasonable explanation.
But the most crucial thing was to keep my mother from knowing I was fantasizing about her. That would be a much bigger offense than neglecting
my studies . However, I didn't know how to explain it, so I tried to avoid the topic. Finally, I impatiently
said, "Mom, I don't like any girl, it's just… ugh! How am I supposed to say this! I don't know how!
I really can't tell you this! I'm so annoyed! Please stop causing me trouble! I'm going to die!"
As I spoke, I became increasingly agitated, almost to the point of incoherence.

Seeing me acting like a madwoman, my mother's attitude suddenly softened. She gently stroked my head and
said, "It seems something has really happened to you, causing you to fall behind in your studies. Okay, Mom won't
pressure you anymore. Don't worry too much, things will always be resolved."

I felt very comforted by my mother's words, and my heart was pounding. Undoubtedly, my wicked thoughts returned,
but this time I didn't have to worry about my erection pressing against my mother. Since that day, I had been wearing
extra-tight underwear, which largely prevented my restless thing from pressing against
her . I don't think this method was my original idea; I just learned it on my own.

I simply hugged my mother, something I had always dreamed of. My heart was quickly filled with my mother's two soft, fragrant
breasts. I really wanted to immediately ejaculate into that rock-hard thing, but
I would never dare to do it. This is what it means to have lust but no courage. I could only hold my mother's body tightly, indulging in
unrestrained fantasies about her.

"Mom," I couldn't help but call out, my voice filled with exhaustion. It was then that I truly
understood the exhaustion of fantasizing, and fantasizing about my mother was exhaustion to the power of exhaustion.

My calling her name filled my mother with tenderness, a love as gentle as spring water, nourishing
every part of my body.

That night, I went to bed early, unlike usual, without masturbating before sleep. Strangely,
after fantasizing about my mother while holding her, I felt satisfied, and returned to my room without any further sexual urges.

This was good; I thought I could finally have a pure night.

But this thought hadn't lasted long when my mother suddenly entered my room.

She wasn't wearing shoes, her beautiful, jade-like feet bare. I only noticed her when the light by my bedside turned on
, which startled me and awakened the desire deep within me.

She was wearing a loose-fitting slip dress, without a bra underneath; her nipples were clearly
visible. Her long hair was styled in an elegant updo, resembling the elaborate, cloud-like hairstyles worn by women
in ancient times exuding a languid and alluring charm. What truly aroused my desire
was her low-cut nightgown, revealing her breathtakingly alluring breasts. It was like an
abyss , and even knowing it, I recklessly plunged in.

My heart nearly leaped out of my chest.

What was my mother trying to do by suddenly entering my room?

Thankfully, I wasn't so foolish as to think she wanted to initiate incestuous sex. She would never have
such thoughts, and she hadn't yet realized her son harbored such intentions. This was perfect; I had
my chance .

Sure enough, my mother's smile still held the unique kindness and warmth of a mother.

"Are you asleep?" she asked gently, lightly stroking my forehead. Then, she
naturally and gracefully got into bed, pulled the covers over herself, and shared the same bed and blanket with me.

"Uh... I'm not asleep yet," I said guiltily.

"Sleep with Mom tonight. It's been so long since we've slept together."

Of course, I had no reason to disagree. I dreamed about it all the time. But having sex was
out of the question. However, what more could I ask for than sleeping with my mother, whom I longed for day and night?
So I hugged her tightly, greedily inhaling her alluring scent. I wasn't worried about
getting an erection. I always took precautions.

Suddenly, I wanted to stroke her hair, but it was tied up, so I couldn't. Without
thinking , I blurted out, "Mom, I want to play with your hair..."

As soon as the words left my mouth, my face burned, and my heart jumped into my throat.

Fortunately, Mom didn't seem to have considered my inner thoughts. Without hesitation, she readily
agreed to my request, saying, "Then I'll put it down." She gently removed my arms from her,
sat up, and removed her hair clip. Her long, black, glossy hair cascaded down her back and shoulders, releasing a delicate
fragrance.

Then Mom snuggled back into my bed, embracing me and letting my hands reach behind her. I
finally got to stroke her soft hair. My desire surged rapidly.

"Ah Jie, why won't you tell Mom what's on your mind now?" Mom gently stroked my back.

I stopped moving, placing my hand on her shoulder. I then noticed her eyes were filled with tenderness as she
looked at me, a bittersweet smile on her lips.

For a moment, I didn't know how to answer her question, nor did I dare meet her burning gaze. I
silently looked away.

A moment later, I heard my mother's sorrowful sigh. "It's because of what happened between your father and me, isn't it?"

I thought for a moment and suddenly felt that this was a reasonable explanation. So, I decided to gracefully back down,
pretending that my thoughts had been guessed, and said, "Mom, what...what happened?"

My mother suddenly looked directly into my eyes. Her gaze was gentle, but I felt as if she could
see me. Of course, she couldn't possibly see through my heart; I thought no one in the world could do that

except myself . "Ah Jie, this is an adult matter. Don't think too much about it, okay? You just need to know that no matter what happens to your father and me in the future, I will always love you, and your sister too. I will never let go of either of you; you are both my lifeblood!" As soon as she finished speaking, two streams of tears welled up in my mother's eyes. I was shocked. My mother was crying! I had never seen her cry since I was born , and now she was crying! I suddenly felt lost and wanted to get up to call my sister, but Mom seemed to read my mind. She grabbed me, sobbing, and said, "I didn't expect Mom to cry, did I? Why can't Mom cry? It hurts me so much that you're treating me like this!" "Mom, it's all my fault. I was disobedient. I... I'll never do it again..." I almost burst into tears myself, but I knew I couldn't cry now. I realized Mom really cared about me too much. She felt she might lose me, that I wouldn't live with her in the future, which was why she was crying so bitterly. I shouldn't have lied to her. I regretted it so much! "Mom, I won't leave you," I declared resolutely. "Then why are you distancing yourself from Mom? Isn't it because Mom is too strict with you?" "Absolutely not, Mom, I swear, absolutely not! I love you very much, and I can't bear to leave you." As I spoke, I suddenly hugged Mom tightly. It was completely out of impulse; this time, it was truly innocent. "Mom, please believe me." Mom sighed, seemingly uncomfortable being hugged, and pulled away, saying, "Alright, Mom believes you. Then why haven't you been close to Mom lately? Why haven't you told Mom what's on your mind? And why are you always arguing with me?" "I..." I didn't dare tell the truth. After stammering for a while, I made up a lie, saying, "It's because you're too domineering, Mom. Out of 24 hours a day, only the seven hours I sleep are free. You even set a time , and you have to go for walks twice a day. I think I'm practically an adult now, and I want more freedom. But I really don't hate you, Mom. I still love living with you. I just hope you won't be so controlling in the future." Mom thought for a moment, perhaps recalling the first time we had a conflict. It was because I woke up late for no reason, and she wouldn't let me eat breakfast, which finally made her angry. So she believed me. "Okay, Mom promises you, I'll give you some freedom from now on." Mom quickly regained her strict motherly demeanor, gently pinching my cheek with one hand, and began to revise my activity rules. "Mom is talking about some freedom, okay? You don't have to get up so early, but you can't be past 7:30. If you're bored, you don't have to go for a walk, but you can't eat for half a day, that's non-negotiable..." By the time she finished announcing this, it was already past 1 a.m., so I couldn't sleep past 7:30 again tomorrow. But I didn't want to protest; I even hoped she would continue. As she spoke, I hugged her, casually stroking her soft hair, feeling a comfort that went straight to my heart. When she finally finished, I suddenly had a moment of impulsiveness and boldly kissed her forehead lightly. Before she could react, I said, "Mom, I love you." Luckily, I did it naturally, so Mom naturally thought my love was pure, a son's love for his mother , and smiled, gently returning my kiss. I felt as sweet as if I'd eaten honey, the sweetness filling my heart, and I could almost feel the warmth and fragrance emanating from where my mother had kissed me. Perhaps I was too excited at that moment, because I suddenly did something restless: I pulled all of my mother's hair down to her chest, her long, smooth, black hair cascading over her two full breasts, making my heart flutter. Fortunately, this didn't seem to cross any lines with my mother, so she just smiled contentedly, watching me without blinking. "Alright, stop playing around, go to sleep now, you can't be late for bed tomorrow," she said gently.

"Mom, just one more kiss and I'll go to sleep," I whine.

Mom didn't refuse, leaned in gently, kissed my cheek lightly, said "Goodnight,"
turned off the light, and closed her eyes.

Chapter 3: My Sister This
was the first time I slept with Mom since I started fantasizing about her.

I slept especially comfortably and peacefully that night. I dreamt of Mom that night, but I didn't have a wet dream
, and nothing particularly special happened in the dream; I couldn't remember the details when I woke up.

Strangely enough, I felt very relaxed when I woke up that morning. I woke up before Mom;
it wasn't fully light outside yet, the morning light was quite faint. When I opened my eyes, I vaguely saw Mom's
alluring sleeping posture. Her jade-like legs were slightly bent, the shape of her feet was very sexy, her skin was like cream, and her black hair was still
lazily draped over her chest—my handiwork from last night. It was clear that Mom was sleeping peacefully, without any particularly large
movements . She was facing me sideways, her low-cut nightgown allowing me a breathtaking view of her alluring breasts. Because she
was sleeping on her side, her breasts were pressed tightly together, making them even more alluring. I secretly envied
myself , when I could always hold those beautiful breasts and suckle to my heart's content. My gaze
moved upwards, landing on her sweet face, and I finally couldn't resist leaning in to kiss her gently and tenderly.

I had originally intended to kiss her delicate lips, but afraid of waking her, I opted for a kiss on her
cheek instead.

At that moment, my penis was rock hard, less than ten centimeters from my mother's vulva, but I didn't feel the same psychological burden
as before . I know my mother has a healthy and regular sleep schedule; she won't
wake up easily until the appointed time. I thought that if I masturbated while she was sleeping, or even boldly
kissed , it would be an unprecedentedly stimulating experience. But strangely, I only fantasized about it, letting time
slip by. Although the plan was entirely feasible, I hesitated to put it into action. I
felt I was simply too lazy to act.

At this moment, in such a beautiful scene, it was a perfect opportunity, a golden chance,
a once , yet I only satisfied the fantasies hidden deep within my heart, too lazy to actually masturbate
for greater pleasure. How strange!

While feeling strange, I also felt a sense of joy, because I seemed to see a glimmer of hope in breaking the
bad .

In fact, I've never given up trying to break this habit, even when I'm masturbating while fantasizing about my mother's
naked body and reaching orgasm.

But if I acted according to my current thoughts, would I really be able to break the habit?

Only time will tell. Let me tell you about this sudden thought that struck me: I wanted to get closer to my mother and
try to rekindle the love I had for her as a son, in order to dilute my sexual desire for her.

However, as time went on, it turned out that this was basically just an excuse for wanting to sleep with my mother regularly.

Yes, from then on, I became addicted to sleeping with my mother. Whenever my father wasn't home, I would brazenly go to my mother's room and sleep in the same bed with her
for the night . Sometimes, my mother
would even come to my room to sleep with me.

What struck me as strange was that my mother never showed
the slightest as if she considered it perfectly natural for her to sleep with her teenage son,
without any sense of shame.

When I realized this, I was already in the second semester of my third year of junior high school. In that nearly
year , I did reduce my masturbation to about three times a week, which I considered a huge
success, but only if I slept with my mother frequently and secretly fantasized about her when I woke up alone at night.
It was fantasizing, not masturbating.

But it was precisely because I slept with my mother so often that my sexual desire for her became increasingly intense.
One night I woke up with my penis throbbing so hard it felt like it was about to explode. I almost lost my mind and
tried rape my sleeping mother

right there in the bed. Luckily, I managed to pull back from the brink and avoid making a terrible mistake.

Don't ever think that just because your mother doesn't object to sleeping with you, you can take advantage of her.
Absolutely not.

In fact, she has very clear boundaries. For example, while I can stroke her hair and put my arms around
her shoulders as we sleep, she absolutely cannot accept me holding her in my arms. Before bed, I can kiss her
face and forehead, but never her lips, ears, or anywhere below her mouth. I know very well
that those areas are sensitive for women, and are usually only kissed during foreplay with their partners
. I can't even kiss her hands; I can only hold and caress them. There are
other things too, but I won't go into detail here. In short, those are her sore spots, and touching them will surely enrage her.

Although my mother loves me very much, when she gets truly angry, and she's in the right, it
's no joke.

So when I sleep with her, although I sometimes fantasize about her while she's asleep,
I would never choose to provoke her.

Getting back to the point, I mentioned earlier that I suddenly realized my mother didn't refuse my seemingly impolite requests at all
, and sometimes even offered herself up, climbing into my bed to sleep with me. This is strange because I
know other mothers wouldn't act this way towards their sons. However, judging from her bottom line, there's absolutely no way
she intended to have incestuous sex with me. From my observation, she didn't even have the slightest thought of it.

So I racked my brains but couldn't find a reasonable explanation.

I gradually realized the differences between my mother and other mothers. Other mothers
, perhaps before the age of ten, would kiss their children out of love, but
generally stopped after adolescence. But now I'm fifteen, about to graduate from junior high, and
my mother still hugs me and kisses my cheek, maybe my forehead, always so lightly, just a fleeting touch.
Even so, it always makes me feel incredibly comfortable.

I can't think of a suitable explanation. If my mother had any intention of having sex with me, she
defends her boundaries with unwavering resolve, more so than a soldier holding a position, making me lack even the courage
to test the waters .

I had to admit that this problem was unsolvable. If I had to find a solution, it would be that my mother loved me too much.

Sometimes there were two women in my bed, one of whom was my older sister.

At first, my sister would laugh at me for always wanting my mother to sleep with me, but I felt there was no need to
care about her feelings.

My sister's body developed very quickly, and now her figure is almost as voluptuous as my mother's,
and her femininity is gradually increasing. I started to fantasize about her body and masturbate, but it was still relatively rare; I thought about
my mother more often. However, I can say for sure that I love my sister very much too. Just like with my mother, this
love includes both sexual and familial affection.

At this age when I'm just beginning to experience romantic feelings, having these two stunning beauties with me every day makes
it hard for me not to feel sexually aroused by them.

But I still don't like my sister sleeping with me and my mother, because it forces me
to behave don't dare to kiss my mother before bed, nor do I dare to reach behind her and stroke her soft hair.

This night, we slept in the same bed, with my mother in the middle and my sister and I on either side.

Nothing unusual happened that night, but I was too scared to get up in the morning. Mom thought I was sick
and asked, "Are you feeling unwell?"

I said, "No, just a little tired, I want to sleep a little longer."

Just as I finished speaking, I suddenly realized that my sister had somehow gotten into bed next to me. I heard
her suddenly scream and then burst into laughter.

Mom asked curiously, "Rongrong, what are you laughing at?"

That's when I realized something was wrong! My sister had actually put her hand inside my pants…

"Mom, my little brother had a wet dream…" my sister cried out, as if trying to stir up trouble, her hand covered in my
semen! That brat! How shameless! Doesn't she know what ladylike conduct is?

My face flushed red with embarrassment. This was so embarrassing! How could my sister do this? She didn't even consider my
feelings! I was so angry!

But I was afraid Mom would scold me, so I lowered my head and didn't dare to breathe.

To my surprise, Mom didn't scold me, nor did she react with the same
fuss . Instead, she casually tore off a piece of tissue and said gently, "Ah Jie, don't be shy, this is
a normal reaction for boys. Come here, let Mom help you clean it up."

Before I could object, she pulled down my underwear and gently wiped away the semen. She glared
at my sister and scolded, "Rongrong! Don't make fun of your brother. It's perfectly normal for boys to have nocturnal emissions
. Don't you have your period too?"

My sister immediately deflated and stammered, "I just found it interesting because it was the first time I'd seen it.
Hehe , Ah Jie, I'm sorry."

I didn't have time to pay attention to her because I was already experiencing intense pleasure. To clean more thoroughly, Mom
held my penis with one hand, and an incredibly pleasurable sensation traveled from her fingertips to my penis,
causing an immediate and powerful erection! Mom, however, seemed unfazed. She calmly finished wiping me down, pulled up
my pants , and said, "Alright, go take a shower and change your underwear. Don't be embarrassed. What
part of your body haven't I seen? Go on." After saying that, she tore off a piece of tissue and wiped
the semen .

As I was leaving, I suddenly pinched my sister's butt, making her scream.

Immediately, I heard Mom laugh, "Serves you right!"

Seeing that even Mom wasn't defending her, my sister could only endure the pain and not argue with me.

I had just finished running the water to take a shower when Mom suddenly brought in a clean set of pajamas. She laid the clothes on
the hanger, then gently took my hand and softly asked, "Have you been masturbating lately?"

My heart skipped a beat, my mind went blank, and I had no idea how to answer.

My mother reached out a delicate hand and gently stroked my face, saying softly, "It's okay. I
just wanted to tell you that while this kind of thing may make you happy, it's very harmful to your health. You must control yourself, okay?"

I immediately felt relieved. I had thought that after this embarrassing secret was revealed, my mother would definitely not let me off easily,
but she didn't seem to care at all. I couldn't help but feel a little hopeful again and said, "I know,
I... I will definitely control myself."

My mother nodded with satisfaction and asked, "How many times a week do you masturbate?"

I held up one finger, "Three times."

My mother smiled gently, "That's normal. It seems that even without me saying it, you know how to control yourself. But
you don't have to always keep this to yourself, and don't feel that it's something shameful.
Boys all do this, so you don't need to have too much of a psychological burden. Otherwise, you'll feel guilty, and over time, it will
cause problems."

I hadn't expected my mother to be so forgiving. The huge weight that had been pressing on my heart for almost a year was
finally lifted.

I said, "I understand, thank you, Mom."

My mother smiled gently and left the bathroom.

After showering, I returned to my room and found my sister still asleep in my bed. She was wearing a soft nightgown
that revealed her exquisite figure, her skin as white as snow, her lips red and teeth white, her eyes like autumn water—she was like a fine
work of art. I secretly admired her beauty.

Thinking about it, I should thank her; if she hadn't exposed my wet dream in front of Mom, I
wouldn't have received Mom's gentle care and forgiveness.

I smiled and walked to the bedside. What had happened earlier hadn't seemed embarrassing to my sister, but now
she appeared shy. She noticed my gaze burning as I looked at her graceful body and immediately
turned her head away, pretending not to notice.

My heart skipped a beat.

I had never seen my sister so shy before; she was truly beautiful, so feminine, and it gave me a
thrill of conquest.

Without thinking, I climbed into bed, lay down beside her, and suddenly opened my arms to embrace her.

She struggled slightly, but couldn't break free from my embrace. Suddenly, she looked up and said, "That's enough.
Don't push your luck."

I nodded, replying knowingly, "I know, I'm afraid Mom will find out too."

My sister chuckled, and I knew she had finally let go. She adjusted her position to make me
more comfortable and asked, "Little brother, who did you dream about last night?"

Actually, I had a wet dream last night because I dreamt about my sister. I hesitated for a moment before honestly answering,
"I dreamt about my sister."

My sister slapped my chest and spat, "You're so pathetic. I didn't force you, and you confessed."

Suddenly she asked, "When did this start?"

I said, "It started last year."

My sister said seriously, "Hmm, not too precocious yet. Is it always me in your dreams? Aren't there any other beautiful women
?"

Of course, I wouldn't dare say that I often fantasize about my mother's naked body and masturbate, but I couldn't say it was always her either.
“Of course it’s not just you.”

My sister pinched my cheek. “Hmph! So fickle, all the love I
’ve

given you is for nothing! Confess, what other beauties are you dreaming about?” I stammered, “My female classmates, you wouldn’t know them.”

My sister laughed. “Maybe, but how many of your female classmates are fully developed? Most of them
have flat chests. There must be some who are more mature, so confess.”

Her open and bold words really surprised me. I said, “Okay, I’ll confess. I
often fantasize about one of my teachers, she teaches Chinese, she has a great figure, but she’s not as pretty as you,
and her skin isn’t as fair.”

My sister chuckled. “Smooth talker, trying to please me?” She

suddenly rolled over, grabbed my arm, and said, “Lie flat, let me rest my head on your arm.”

I lay flat as instructed.

My sister rested her head on my arm, trying to get as close to my body as possible, and let me put my arm around
her shoulder. At that moment, we were like a young couple who had just finished making love and were in a tender state.

I pressed myself against my sister's soft, supple body, instantly feeling a blissful sensation, no less intense than
when my mother's delicate hand had held my penis.

I realized that from this moment on, my sister would hold an even more important place in my heart.

A moment later, I heard my sister's comfortable breath, and she suddenly said seriously, "Little brother, we
can't have sex."

"Okay," I nodded, feeling a pang of disappointment. My sister, like my mother, was very protective
of her boundaries. She had now clearly told me her bottom line—I must never sexually
assault her.

Just then, I suddenly felt a cool sensation on my face; it was my sister kissing me.

I was momentarily at a loss, but my sister remained remarkably calm. After the kiss, she rolled her eyes at me and said, "Look at
you, so pathetic. You even fantasize about me in your dreams. I kissed you first, and now you're shy?"

I smiled and tried to kiss her back, but she stopped me. It turned out there was a prior agreement: "Only kisses on the cheek."

I nodded, my eyes suddenly becoming affectionate. I leaned closer to my sister's beautiful face and gently kissed her,
lingering for a long time.

My sister gently stroked my back and said tenderly, "Okay, that's enough kissing for so long."

I suddenly leaned close to her ear, my breath quickening, and mustered my courage to say, "Sister, I love you."

After saying that, I quickly looked at her expression. My

sister smiled happily and said, "No matter what kind of love you have, I'm happy because I
love you too, little brother A-Jie."

I felt a sweet warmth in my heart and couldn't help but reach out to stroke my sister's face.

My sister's skin was so soft and smooth; touching it made every cell in my body feel
a surge of pleasure.

My gaze suddenly shifted to her chest. Like my mother, she liked to wear low-cut nightgowns
without a bra, and I could clearly see her alluring breasts.

My sister quickly noticed my gaze, suddenly grabbed my hand, and solemnly said, "Your breasts are very sensitive
; you're not allowed to touch them."

She then announced many other parts of her body that I was not allowed to touch.

I obediently agreed, but in the end, I managed to secure a right
to kiss the back of her hand when it was just the two of us.

"Little brother, it's a deal. You can't cross that line anymore, okay?"

"Okay," I replied.

After saying that, I gently kissed her again, and she closed her eyes, enjoying my kiss.
Chapter Four: Sister
Complex That morning, by chance, my sister and I opened up to each other, boldly announcing our deep-seated
desires that transcended ethics.

My sister is eighteen this year, in the prime of her youth, easily moved by emotions. She has always doted on me, and
perhaps it was when she discovered my morning wet dream and saw my private parts—a boy's genitals, for a girl
, also possess an irresistible allure—that the affection she felt for her brother
bravely broke free from the constraints of morality and gave rise to love.

However, because we received a relatively strict traditional education from our mother from a young age, we
are more afraid of the moral consequences than most people. Therefore, the desire we felt at this moment was still largely
restricted by morality.

One obvious point is that neither of us dared to let our mother find out this secret.

At this moment, my tongue lingered on my sister's delicate skin, as if we were one, my nerves completely occupied by
unprecedented sexual pleasure, as if my whole body was about to float away.

Because I had kissed her for so long, my sister had already come to her senses. She cupped my face in her hands and
gently scolded me, "Little brother, you're being silly again! Kissing for so long, what if Mom comes in and we don't notice?"

Hearing this, I immediately pulled away, noticing a faint hickey on my sister's fair face. A little
worried asked, "You left a mark, should we wash it off?"

My sister didn't seem to care, casually wiping it away, saying, "Why wash it? It'll be fine soon."

Then she added, "I felt really good too."

That's when I realized that women also enjoy sex and intimacy.

Since it was getting late, we were worried that Mom would come in and wake us after preparing breakfast, so we had to
get up.

My sister went to wash up, while Mom was busy preparing breakfast. Feeling I had nothing to do, I went to
my sister's room.

My sister was very clean; her room was impeccably tidy, filled with a faint, refreshing
fragrance . On her desk were photos of her, Mom, and me—surprisingly, no photos of Dad. This is understandable, because
My father's preference for sons over daughters was so extreme it was almost incomprehensible. Perhaps from
the day , he never really cared about her, treating her with extreme indifference. Therefore, my sister
practically lived in a single-parent family. She outwardly responded to her father's coldness with indifference, but I think
she did want his love.

On the soft bed sat a fluffy cloth panda, incredibly lifelike and cute. It was the one who often kept
my sister company while she slept; I thought I could take its place someday.

Next to the bed was my sister's dressing table, neatly arranged, very ladylike.

I couldn't help but sit in front of the dressing table, facing the mirror, playing with my sister's jewelry.

After washing up, my sister returned with her bare, delicate feet. Seeing that she hadn't dressed up, I
suddenly had an idea. I stood up, gently took her hand, and said, "Sister, come sit here, I'll help you
comb your hair."

My sister smiled and obediently sat down in front of me, so her head was just at my waist.

She handed me the comb, saying, "Then you can comb it."

I saw her face filled with enjoyment in the mirror, her eyes full of tenderness. I really wanted to kiss her, but
I held back.

As I took the comb, I suddenly bent down, leaned close to her head, and deeply inhaled the fragrance of her hair,
sincerely praising, "Sister, you smell so good."

"Smell good? Then smell it to your heart's content," she said, delighted.

I smiled and straightened up, beginning to carefully comb her hair.

My fingers gently brushed past her ear, my fingertips touching her delicate earlobe, and I couldn't help but linger
.

"Silly little brother, hurry up and comb your sister's hair," she urged with a smile.

I picked up a strand of soft hair between my fingers, playing with it adoringly, and said, "Sister, would you like to wear
earrings ?"

She had pierced her ears a long time ago, but she didn't wear earrings often, and I thought they would look beautiful on her.

My sister looked up at me with her pretty face, her eyes meeting mine gently, and asked, "Do you like it?"

I nodded. "I think it will look beautiful on you."

She happily opened a drawer, took out an exquisite jewelry box, and pulled out a pair
of crystal . She handed them to me, saying, "I haven't worn them in a long time. Here, help me put them on."

"Okay," I replied excitedly. As I took the crystal earrings, I took her soft, delicate
hand and, without asking her opinion, brought it to my lips and kissed it gently.

My sister didn't resist; she silently enjoyed the love conveyed by my kiss.

I carefully put the earrings on for her, then gazed at her beautiful face in the mirror, mesmerized.

"Am I beautiful?" my sister suddenly asked gently.

I said, "Of course you're beautiful, my sister! How could you not be beautiful? More beautiful and more holy than an angel!"

My sister smiled contentedly and said, "Then hurry up and comb your hair, we have to rush to school."

She was still wearing a low-cut halter-neck nightgown. The fabric of the nightgown felt very smooth to the touch, and visually resembled flowing
milk. I would occasionally look down and see her deep cleavage. She could see
my actions in the mirror, but she didn't protest, so I became bolder. Suddenly, I reached out and touched her face, occasionally playing with
her soft, black hair.

I said sincerely, "Sister, I'm so happy because of you."

My sister's face lit up with joy. She grabbed my hand and said emotionally, "Sister too."

Then she said, "Little brother, that's enough, no need to comb anymore."

After she finished speaking, she stood up, turned around, smiled, and gently stroked my face with her jade-like hand. "Come pick me up from my
school after school this afternoon."

Since my school didn't have a high school section, my sister and I didn't go to the same school.
The two schools were quite far apart, so we usually went home separately after school.

Now my sister asks me to pick her up after school, so that we can
spend time . There will definitely be plenty of sweet talk during that time. Although the time is short, it is very precious.

I happily agreed, "Okay."

My sister suddenly spoke in a commanding tone, "This will be every day from now on, rain or shine, understand?"

It sounded like a romantic date, and I felt an unprecedented excitement. I obediently replied,
"Understood."

My sister said, "Go back and change your clothes, we're going out."

Hearing this, my heart skipped a beat. I suddenly wrapped my arms around my sister's shoulders and pleaded, "Sister, I
want to see you... to see you change. I want to see your body, okay?"

My sister wasn't embarrassed by my words, but chuckled and said, "That won't do."

I persisted, "Why not? I've seen your naked body when I was little."

"Hehe, how can that compare? I hadn't even developed yet back then. How can I let you see it now?
Don't even think about it!"

"Sister..." I suddenly pressed my arms tightly, letting her breasts press against my chest, feeling a wave of pleasure
. I pleaded, "I just want to see. I've never seen a mature woman's body before, sister..."
"...Please, just let me see, okay? I really want to see!"

But my sister, determined not to give in, forcefully broke free from my embrace, her tone suddenly
hardening . "Absolutely not! There's no room for negotiation. Go change your clothes now."

Hearing this, I felt a pang of disappointment. It seemed there was no chance of getting a good look today,
so I stopped pestering her. Partly, I didn't want to force her, and partly, I was afraid she would really get angry with me.

Seeing my unhappy expression, my sister seemed to feel sorry for me. Suddenly, she gently
kissed me on the cheek, her expression returning to its previous gentleness. She said tenderly, "Go change your clothes first. I'll
only wear my underwear so you can see, okay?"

My heart skipped a beat. I thought this was a compromise, so I obediently went back to my
room, changed into my outdoor clothes at lightning speed, and then went to check on my mother, figuring she
wouldn't have breakfast ready for a while. I excitedly went to my sister's room.

Upon closer inspection, I saw that my sister was indeed only wearing a white bra and white panties,
sitting sprawled on the bed like a stranded beauty, her full breasts protruding, her sexy buttocks exposed, her beautifully curved calves, her
slender jade feet outstretched, her cute little toes slightly curved, and the insteps like a gentle and smooth slope.

She slightly raised her fair wrist, her jade fingers holding a strand of hair that had fallen beside her ear. Her head was tilted slightly to the left, her eyes gazing gently like
a bird's

. Her shoulders were sculpted, her neck like snow, her waist slender like a willow swaying in the breeze, and her hair, slightly disheveled, clung beautifully to her bare skin.

She asked tenderly, "Does this look good?"

I was captivated by my sister's beauty, my breath quickening, my mind a little fuzzy, and mechanically replied, "So beautiful."

"Then look good. From now on, let your sister be your object of sexual fantasy. In your dreams, may
she always look like this."

I thought, even without your reminder, I would do it myself.

My sister didn't give me much time before she had put on her skirt.

Seeing that I had come to my senses, my sister smiled sweetly, suddenly picked up her top and tossed it to me, saying, "You help
your sister put this on."

I excitedly agreed, and after sitting down on the edge of the bed, I enjoyed dressing her.

My older sister is currently a senior in high school, so of course she has to wear her school uniform. The girls at her school wear
knee-length skirts and collared t-shirts.

After I helped her get dressed, a sudden thought struck me. I gently embraced her slender waist from behind,
my lips almost touching her ear, and recited with deep affection the beautiful lines from Tao Yuanming's "Idle Feelings": "I wish I were the collar of her garment,
to receive the lingering fragrance of her beautiful head; I grieve for the night's separation from her silken robe, lamenting the endless autumn night!

I wish I were the belt of her skirt, to bind her slender figure; alas, the changing temperatures may force her to wear new clothes instead of old ones!

I wish I were the hair's shine, to brush her dark tresses against her drooping shoulders; I grieve for the beauty's frequent bathing, which has withered and dried up from the plain water!

I wish I were the eyebrow's ink, to accompany her graceful gaze; I grieve for the freshness of her makeup, which may be ruined by elaborate adornments!

I wish I were the mat of her handkerchief, to comfort her frail body in the three autumn months; I grieve for the need for a brocade mat, which has been sought after for a year!"

I wish I were silk shoes, to accompany your simple feet; alas, your movements are restrained, left abandoned before my bed!

I wish I were a shadow in the daytime, always following your form east and west; alas, the tall trees offer abundant shade, yet our times are different!

I wish I were a candle in the night, to illuminate your jade-like face between the pillars; alas, the rising sun's light extinguishes the shadow and hides its brightness!

I wish I were a bamboo fan, to hold the chilling breeze in my soft hand; alas, the morning dew falls, making me look at my sleeves with longing!

I wish I were a paulownia tree, to make a zither for my lap; alas, joy turns to sorrow, and you push me away, ending the music!

From childhood, I have been familiar with classical Chinese literature and poetry, able to recite many famous works. This time, I haven't deliberately sought them out; it's purely
a spontaneous expression of my feelings. This beautiful passage best expresses my deep affection for my sister.

Listening to my melodious recitation, my sister quickly became captivated, her body softly sinking into my embrace,
accompanied by the warm fragrance of her jade-like form. I touched her smooth skin again, a gentle warmth slowly
flowing into my heart.

I could feel her body relax; she seemed to have entrusted herself to
me completely.

Her body temperature mingled with mine, and we both felt the intense desire within each other,
yet we had to stop ourselves at arm's length.

"Little brother, you're a man who can make women's hearts flutter. When you mature,
many beautiful girls will definitely pursue you," she sighed.

When Mom came in to call us for breakfast, we had already separated.

At the table, my sister suddenly said, "Mom, my brother and I won't be home for lunch. We've decided to
go to the city library to study."

This was definitely an idea she came up with on a whim; I had no idea, but I liked it.

As soon as I looked up, I was met with a smug glance from my sister.

Mom wasn't surprised, because at this time, my sister and I were both in the sprint stage of our studies—I was trying to get into
a top high school, and my sister was trying to get into a top university. So Mom readily agreed, though she asked with some concern
, "You don't even rest at noon, can you handle it?"

I said, "Mom, it's okay, we're going to bed later now than before, aren't we?"

Actually, for me, the pressure of getting into a top high school wasn't that heavy; I
could get into the school my sister was attending.

As for my sister, she was a well-known talent at school, but if she wanted to get into Tsinghua or Peking University, she would have to be ruthless and
work incredibly hard to have a better chance. However, she might not be willing to leave Mom and me to
study so far away. I think she would most likely choose a top university in our city or another nearby city in the south.
If she performed normally, there would be no problem.

From then on, my sister and I were inseparable, but no one could discover our secret
affair.

Mom was still the same as before. I secretly loved her, longing for love and sex with her,
but she didn't react at all. It was all just unrequited love on my part. Her love for me was a mother's
love as deep as the sea. Her beauty salon opened last year, so she's very busy now, but she
still insists on being home before noon and 7 pm to take good care of my sister and me. It seems that while she's pursuing
a career , she hasn't considered giving up her role as a housewife.

As for Dad, we often neglect him.

My sister and I spend every noon together at the city library, studying diligently. My sister is
a humanities student, while I excel in both humanities and sciences. In humanities, my strengths lie in writing essays
and tackling classical Chinese poems; I could easily guide my sister, who started learning three years earlier than me, in this area.

Although my science grades are also good, I'm far from being proficient in high school math, physics, and chemistry.

There are less than two months until my sister's college entrance exam. The day she took her mock exam, her results came out, and
when I went to pick her up in the afternoon, I noticed she didn't look well and only managed a forced smile.
I didn't ask any questions and just walked home with her. But then a pretty long-haired girl suddenly walked over and
called out, "Li Rongrong, please wait a moment."

My sister was clearly even more displeased, but she still reluctantly stopped and said to the pretty girl,
"Xiao Yu, do you need something?"

I was sizing up this girl named Xiao Yu without any politeness. She was really pretty, almost as pretty as my sister
, but she seemed more gentle and charming. I instantly came to a conclusion from her eyes: she
was a girl who was gentle on the outside but strong on the inside.

Xiao Yu also looked me up and down, and at the same time, she didn't say what she was about to say, and asked my sister with
great curiosity, "Who is he?"

My sister said impatiently, "My brother, just say what you want to say."

Seeing my sister's cold attitude towards Xiao Yu, I ignored her.

So what if she's pretty? I have two beauties at home. I thought to myself.

Xiao Yu, sensing the situation, stopped bothering me and suddenly said sincerely to my sister, "Li Rongrong,
I really didn't mean anything against you in class just now. If you're still unhappy, I can apologize
..."

My sister suddenly interrupted with a smile, "Alright, who needs your apology? Do you think I really care about you? It's okay
!"

I was secretly puzzled. What was going on? In my memory, my sister wasn't this fickle.

Xiao Yu also looked confused and hesitated, "You really...forgive me?"

My sister smiled broadly and said generously, "Yes, I'm not petty. I really forgive you
."

What conflict had happened between them in class? Although I was very curious, I didn't press my sister for
an answer.

It was probably just a trivial matter. I thought. Otherwise, why would my sister be so easy to talk to?

Xiao Yu happily extended her hand to her sister, saying, "Can we be friends from now on? I'm new here, so please
take care of me."

Her sister suddenly grabbed my hand, saying, "No problem, treat us to a meal, consider it a get-together."

Xiao Yu readily agreed, "Okay."

She then hailed a taxi. I hesitated, but her sister pulled me into the car without further ado.

"A beautiful lady is treating you, why are you being so polite?" her sister said with a smile, playfully scolding me.

It turned out Xiao Yu hadn't been in this city long. She said she had to move here because of family reasons,
and with the college entrance exam so close, she had to transfer schools, indicating her family situation was quite serious.

In the taxi, Xiao Yu and I formally introduced ourselves.

Compared to before, her sister's expression had improved dramatically; she was practically a different person. Even I,
someone so close to her, couldn't help but sincerely marvel at how quickly her face had changed!

Xiao Yu didn't suspect anything. Seeing that she seemed genuinely not angry with him anymore, he cheered up and
suddenly joked, "These past few days, I've seen you get picked up from school every day, Rongrong. I thought
it was your boyfriend."

The older sister cheerfully replied, "I should have kept it a secret that he's my brother. I'd just pretend I really have such a
young and handsome boyfriend."

As soon as she finished speaking, the two of us exchanged a knowing glance, secretly enjoying
the thrill .

Xiao Yu said, "It's great that he's your brother. I'm so envious of you. Having such a big brother
is wonderful. At least you don't have to be as lonely as I am now, unable to find anyone close to your age to chat with."

The older sister suddenly looked at Xiao Yu with a half-smile and said, "So, do you think my brother is handsome? Why don't you make him your
boyfriend?"

I was startled. Why was my sister saying such nonsense? And in front of the driver!

Xiao Yu took it as a joke and didn't take it too seriously, saying, "He is very handsome, but you should
keep him for yourself. These days, relationships between older women and younger men are very enviable."

I didn't want to object to her saying that; I truly love my older sister.

My sister didn't protest. She laughed and said, "Fine, don't worry about it. My brother isn't unwanted
. In a couple of years, when he's more manly, there will be plenty of beautiful women vying for him. Don't regret it then."

She paused, then added, "Besides, my brother is a rare talent. Xiao Yu, don't you like
classical Chinese literature and poetry? My brother reads classical Chinese like it's modern Chinese."

"Really that amazing?" Xiao Yu immediately became interested and looked at me. "You can really read classical Chinese
as easily as you read modern Chinese?"

That was true. I really liked the history of the Three Kingdoms, Jin Dynasty, Sui and Tang Dynasties, and Song Dynasty,
so I often went to the library to look up historical materials on these topics. At first, I mostly read
academic works by modern historians, but after reading so many of these works, I gradually
began to . They just found evidence in ancient documents to support their arguments,
and they always copied a few passages of classical Chinese before stating their own views. I felt it was better to just look up historical documents myself,
so I decided to learn classical Chinese.

I wasn't modest either, saying, "Pretty much, but there are times when

I need to look things up in the dictionary." "That's much better than having to hold a whole classical Chinese dictionary to read!" Xiao Yu said enviously.
"By the way, I see you two siblings go to the city library to study every noon.
Can ?"

I didn't comment, gesturing for her to ask my sister's opinion.

Xiao Yu said, "Rongrong, I'd like to ask your brother to tutor me in classical Chinese. You won't object, will you?"

My sister smiled knowingly, "No problem at all. As long as my brother is willing, you can do whatever you want."

Then she made a phone call to ask her mother for leave.

When the taxi stopped, I noticed the environment was quite elegant. Looking out the window,
I was immediately surprised—it was the Dragon King's Water Palace! It even had a high-class casino! She really spared no
expense.

My sister probably felt the same way I did. Before she even got out of the car, she said to Xiao Yu, who was settling the bill with the driver,
"A simple meal is fine, there's no need to spend so much."

Xiao Yu insisted on pulling us out of the car, laughing and saying, "How can it be simple? I genuinely
want to friends with you... Oh, and your brother, he'll be my classical Chinese teacher from now on. This meal is both
a friendship-building banquet and an apprenticeship banquet, so it has to be grand."

Seeing her say that, we didn't try to persuade her any further, and followed her into the Dragon King's Water Palace.

The meal here was incredibly expensive, so the service was naturally impeccable—you could practically be treated like an ancient
nobleman.

Even so, my sister and I weren't intimidated by the spectacle. We're not
people who haven't seen big events before, and we ate comfortably and quietly—because we were taught from childhood
not to speak while eating or sleeping, unless it was a social occasion, but my sister and I both felt that this wasn't a social occasion
.

Xiao Yu, who had originally hoped to use the meal to strengthen their bond, had no choice but to reluctantly accept
the ancient admonition of not speaking while eating or sleeping.

After the meal, seeing that she hadn't achieved her goal, Xiao Yu suggested again, "How about we go to..."
Singing? I just finished my mock exam, and tomorrow's the weekend, so I want to relax a bit.

The older sister readily agreed, "Okay, let's go! This time, it's my brother and I treating you." "

Having agreed on this, we ate some fruit and sat for a while before leaving the Dragon King's Water Palace and finding a karaoke bar.

Although there were only three of us, my sister still booked a VIP room, which was very spacious, and ordered a dozen
beers. After the waiter adjusted the lights and equipment and left, we got into the swing of things.

I prefer instrumental music, and as for pop music, I mostly like Chinese-style music.

My sister is quite the karaoke queen, and her voice is pretty good, but if we're talking about who's the best,
Xiao Yu is definitely the best among the three of us.

I think she sings even better than the original singer, so I felt too embarrassed to grab the microphone.

I listened to their sweet voices while drinking and eating, and gradually became a little infatuated.

My sister and Xiao Yu seemed particularly close. I thought they had a fight in the afternoon, and
my sister changed so quickly, even if they made up, it wouldn't be this fast. Now they're arm in arm,
looking just like a couple.

You've got it wrong, they're both women.

"Xiao Jie, don't drink so fast, you'll get drunk easily." "Xiao Yu started calling me that
after , which brought us much closer. But she clearly said she wanted me to be
her classical Chinese teacher, so what kind of student calls their teacher that?

But I didn't argue with the beautiful girl and generously accepted the title.

I said, 'Hmm, you're right. I feel a little nauseous.'

Actually, I didn't really feel nauseous; I was just bloated from drinking and needed to pee. But when she mentioned it,
a crazy idea suddenly popped into my head, and I couldn't help but secretly give my sister a look.

My sister is incredibly shrewd; after receiving my look, she frowned slightly, showing hesitation
.

Xiao Yu didn't seem to notice our actions and said rather nervously, 'Ah, then let's go to the restroom quickly.'

'Okay. '" I answered, glanced at my sister, and went into the bathroom.

I closed the door but didn't lock it. I relieved myself comfortably and waited anxiously for my sister
to come in .

A short while later, I peeked through the crack in the door and saw my sister say a few words to Xiao Yu. Because the music was too loud, I couldn't hear
what she said, but the next moment I saw her walking towards me.

My heart skipped a beat, and my whole body became excited.

After my sister came in, she carefully locked the door and turned to me, saying, "Tell me quickly, what kind of
mischief ?"

I mustered my courage and said to my sister, "Sister, I'm so swollen down there, can you help me?"

As I spoke, I stepped forward, took my sister's hand, and gently kissed the back of her hand.

My sister looked at me strangely and said, "You want me to help you masturbate?"

I nodded repeatedly, "Sister, is that okay?"

"This…" My sister didn't refuse outright, but she was a little embarrassed and said hesitantly, "Xiao Yu is
outside , what if she finds out?" "

I said, 'Let's be careful, she won't find out.'

'What kind of excuse is that?' my sister muttered, then suddenly her eyes lit up with a playful smile.
'If she does find out, then I'll help you take her right there and then. I'm sure
once , she won't dare to cause trouble and will obediently become your woman. How about that?'

'Ah!' I was taken aback by my sister's audacity. 'Sister, are you kidding me?'

'Who's kidding you?' my sister said firmly. 'Hurry up and pull down your pants.'

So, she agreed to help me masturbate! I was so excited that I ignored her audacious idea and
immediately pulled down my pants, revealing my already rock-hard penis.

'Little brother, you're so impressive!' my sister said, smiling as she reached out and grasped my penis.

I felt a surge of pleasure, my pores tingling, and I almost groaned. I exclaimed, 'Sister, your hands are so
soft , practically boneless, it feels so good!'" "

Feels good, doesn't it? You'll feel like you're in heaven right now," my sister said gently, her other hand lightly
around my waist. "Why don't you sit here? It'll be easier for me to help you."

She pointed to the edge of the sink, which was indeed the perfect height.

I sat down as she suggested, and sincerely said, "My dear sister, you're so gentle and considerate, I love you to death
."

My sister smiled sweetly and began to slowly manipulate my penis, saying, "I'll only ever be
this gentle and considerate to you, my little brother."

I was so moved that I didn't know what to say. At that moment, waves of pleasure traveled from my penis to my brain,
impacting my soul. I felt as if I was about to ascend to heaven.

I couldn't help but hug my sister's fragrant shoulders, lowering my head to inhale her beautiful hair, as if inhaling celestial air.
My lips were tickled by her soft hair, which felt wonderful. I gradually moved to her ear, then to her
fair cheek, gently kissing it and lightly licking it with the tip of my tongue.

"Mmm." Suddenly, my sister let out a comfortable moan. She was actually experiencing
pleasure ! I felt incredibly proud; I had brought my sister sexual pleasure too!

"Sister, is it good?" I asked, knowing the answer already.

My sister's breathing quickened slightly, clearly aroused, but she maintained her authority as the older sister
, saying firmly, "It's very good, but please don't kiss any other sensitive spots, okay?"

Although somewhat disappointed, I nodded in agreement.

I couldn't bear to force my sister; even the slightest unwillingness would be respected.

At this moment, my sister's stroking speed noticeably increased, causing my pleasure to surge.

We were face to face, our breaths mingling. Suddenly, my gaze drifted downwards, wanting to see her
breasts, but she was wearing a school uniform, making it impossible. I was somewhat disappointed.

My sister smiled sweetly, "Don't be discouraged. Tonight I'll wear a nightgown without a bra, so you can see
as much as , okay?" “

My dear sister, you’re so good to me,” I said gratefully. My sister said, “Little brother, I have a
question , and you have to answer honestly.”

“Go ahead and ask,”

she said, gesturing towards the outside, “Xiao Yu is a great beauty, no less so than me. Don’t you want
her?”

I was slightly surprised; I hadn't expected her to ask me this question during this moment of intense pleasure. After thinking for a moment, I
honestly answered, "Of course I have sexual desire."

My sister smiled mischievously. "You're quite honest. So what are you hesitating for? She asked you to tutor her in classical Chinese;
you have a great chance."

I shook my head. "I already have you, sister. It's one thing to fantasize about her occasionally."

My sister glared at me. "You're so pathetic. Of course, I'm yours now, but what reason do you
have to keep me forever? You have to find a woman you can be open about."

"This..." I really couldn't answer her. Yes, no matter how good my sister is to me, I
have no reason to keep her forever. She'll eventually get married.

The thought of my sister possibly having sex with another man in the future suddenly made me feel a little sour.

My sister, shrewd as a devil, immediately saw through my thoughts and smiled gently, "Alright, don't think so
far ahead. Even if I were to get married, it wouldn't be so soon. You can have me all to yourself for at least seven or eight years.
Aren't you satisfied?"

Hearing this, I felt a little comforted and asked, "Sister, do you have a boy you like at school?"

"What, are you afraid someone will steal me away?" My sister smiled gently, "Don't worry,
I haven't met any other men I like besides you. Besides, even if I did, how
could I bear to hurt you?"

"Then I'm relieved." I breathed a sigh of relief. At this moment, I was really afraid that my sister would fall for another boy.

My sister said, "Getting back to the point, about what I told you earlier, you absolutely have to make
a move away by some other stinky man."

I said, "But, I'm afraid you won't be happy, sister."

My sister said, "Don't worry about me, I won't be jealous of her. As long as you have me in your heart, that's enough."

I reluctantly agreed, "Then I'll give it a try."

My sister looked down at my penis and said, "You've been using it for so long, how are you feeling? Are you close to orgasm
?"

I was feeling really good, and her words were like an aphrodisiac.

Instantly, my penis was about to explode under my sister's delicate hands. I was panting heavily when I suddenly
jumped off the sink. Without waiting for my sister's consent, I roughly picked her up and held her
tightly , one hand pressing down on her buttocks, her feet already off the ground.

"What are you doing?" my sister asked, a little flustered.

Without answering, I forcefully thrust my penis, which had just slipped from her grasp, against her vulva,
rubbing it
rapidly A torrent of sexual pleasure surged through my brain. After about twenty strokes, a gush of hot
semen erupted, shooting onto her vulva.

I pressed her body against mine with all my might, the ejaculation lasting several seconds. During this time, I
felt her body tremble slightly; for a moment, her whole body tensed, but
quickly relaxed, nestled obediently in my arms.

Although my actions crossed the boundaries we had agreed upon, she didn't blame me.

As she sensed my climax, she gently stroked my head and back, letting me hold her tightly
.

As my climax began to subside, I deeply kissed her jade-like forehead.

It took me a long time to catch my breath; it had been incredibly stimulating, yet also incredibly dangerous.

By this time, I had calmed down a bit and suddenly realized that my sister was nestled obediently in my arms. However, because I
had hugged her so tightly, she was having some difficulty breathing. I immediately released her apologetically and said, "Sister, I'm sorry,
just now..."

"You don't need to say anything, it was very exciting, wasn't it?" My sister smiled gently, without any hint of blame, and tenderly stroked my face with
her delicate hand . "I could feel your whole body shaking like an earthquake."

I nodded. "It was very exciting, thank you, sister."

My sister said, "But you mustn't do that again next time. Look at you, you've ejaculated all over my clothes."

As she spoke, she looked down at her short skirt and saw a wet patch on her genitals.

After seeing this, I felt apologetic and secretly blamed myself. I had really lost my mind at the time and did
something so dangerous. I said to my sister regretfully, "Sister, you don't know, it was really too dangerous just now,
I almost... almost..." I suddenly couldn't finish my sentence.

"Almost what?" my sister pressed.

I forced myself to say, "I almost raped you, sister! I deserve to die!"

"Pfft!" My sister covered her mouth and chuckled, not caring at all. "Rape your sister? Humph! You wouldn't dare!
You wouldn't dare even if you had a hundred lives! Okay, stop talking. Let me wash you down there, then you can
go out . I still need to wash the semen you sprayed on my skirt, otherwise if Xiao Yu sees it
... hehe!"

Saying this, she turned on the tap, her delicate hand holding my limp penis, carefully washing it.
Chapter 5:
In the bathroom, my sister gently washed my penis. She lowered her head, and I couldn't help but kiss her
hair, its fragrance filling my mouth.
My sister looked up, giving me a charming glare. "Okay, it's clean now. I'll go out first, so
Xiao Yu suspect anything."

I obediently put on my pants, washed my face, and the excitement from the orgasm gradually subsided.
Then I pretended to have vomited and went out.

"Are you alright?" Xiao Yu asked me with concern.

"It's alright, but we've had enough fun, it's time to go back."

Xiao Yu looked at her sister, seeking her opinion with her eyes.

"Hmm, okay, let's go back now... But there's still some wine left, don't
waste it . Xiao Jie, you're a man, so it's yours."

"Ah... this isn't good, I'll get drunk..." I protested.

My sister glared at me, her pretty eyes filled with sternness, "You dare disobey your sister?"

"Fine... fine."

Helpless, I picked up the bottle and started drinking.

"Rongrong, this isn't good, look, Xiao Jie's face is all red from drinking..."

Xiao Yu suddenly spoke up for me, I was touched.

But for some reason, my sister wouldn't let it go, "So what if he's drunk? It's not like there's no one to help him back."

Upon hearing this, I immediately guessed what my sister was up to, and I was secretly delighted. She was
creating an opportunity for me; what a good sister she was! So I started drinking heavily, and in no time,
I finished the rest of the wine. Suddenly, I felt dizzy and couldn't stand up. I stammered,
"Sister... I... I'm really drunk."

"Okay, let's go back then," my sister said, supporting me. "Xiao Yu, don't just watch,
help me too."

We soon reached the roadside, and my sister said she would go flag down a car, leaving Xiao Yu to help me walk.

Xiao Yu was indeed a great beauty. Leaning against her fragrant shoulder, emboldened by my drunkenness, I
pretended rub against her snow-white neck.

Xiao Yu's resistance wasn't very strong; she couldn't effectively resist my advances. However, she assumed I was drunk
and acting out of sorts, so she didn't really blame me. She was just trying to appease me, and
probably a little annoyed.

I was initially a bit out of it, but after inhaling Xiao Yu's fragrance a few times, I felt a surge of lust
and regained some clarity. My sister had just helped me release my pent-up desires, and now I felt a renewed urge.

My sister hailed a taxi, and after helping Xiao Yu into the car, she went to the front seat,
deliberately leaving Xiao Yu and me alone in the back.

Xiao Yu frowned, seemingly lost in thought. With her intelligence, she probably already guessed that my sister was deliberately creating an opportunity for us
. Although she seemed somewhat dismissive of this opportunity, she didn't explicitly refuse it.

I was already somewhat sober, but I pretended to be completely drunk, clinging tightly to Xiao Da Meiren's jade-like arm, and muttering
in my sleep , "I said... I can't drink that much anymore, sister... you insist on forcing me to drink, I don't care
anymore... when we get home, you... you have to carry me upstairs..."

Immediately, I heard Xiao Yu's clear laughter. She said to her sister sitting in front of her, "Rongrong, you've got what you
deserve , let's see how you carry your little brother upstairs..."

"Laugh, you dare laugh..." I only considered Xiao Yu as my sister, so I took the opportunity to hug her neck,
wanting to wantonly defile her.

"Hey...you've got the wrong person..."

Xiao Yu resisted, but I couldn't go too far. I
wouldn't do anything like groping her breasts or buttocks, because I was afraid of really angering her and leaving a bad impression, which would ruin our future
. But my verbal teasing was quite bold. I spoke in a low voice, so low that only she and I could hear,
"Sister, you smell so good, your skin is so smooth...I want to kiss you..."

"Ugh...ah! No, you can't do this to your sister...ah, no..."

Of course, I didn't actually kiss her; I just brought my mouth very close to her cherry-like lips, and she was
terrified .

I clearly saw that her face was flushed red from my teasing, and I knew I couldn't push my luck any further, so I stopped in time
.

I pretended to suddenly feel dizzy and then fell down.

Xiao Yu breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that I hadn't actually kissed her, and didn't care that I had fallen.

So I smoothly landed on her plump, beautiful legs.

Her long, beautiful legs were not only supple but also exuded a fragrant aroma. I inhaled them with a throbbing passion,
a greedy desire rising within me: "I must win Xiao Yu's heart, make her my woman,
and love her as I please."

This desire surged through me like a torrent, instantly taking over my heart and spreading until,
"Not only will I win Xiao Yu's heart, but I'll also get my sister and my mother. I'll make these women my harem."

Xiao Yu's impression of me didn't change because of my drunken actions, and
we .

The next day, she asked me to tutor her in classical Chinese, which I readily agreed to.

Initially, our interactions were accompanied by my sister, but later we
removed her from the picture.

As I gradually demonstrated my exceptional talent in classical Chinese, Xiao Yu finally developed feelings for me. These
feelings began as admiration and, over nearly a year of frequent interactions, blossomed into the nascent outlines of
romantic love .

I don't know whether lust or genuine affection played a larger role in my relationship with Xiao Yu.
As I entered puberty, I became increasingly interested in sex and longed to have
real sex with a woman.

Although Xiao Yu and I were a couple, we hadn't reached
the point of .

I knew this couldn't be rushed; I knew that at our age, it was difficult
to control . And if we didn't control ourselves, it could lead to a big mistake. So I restrained myself. Xiao Yu knew my restraint;
she didn't offer to help me release tension, but I could see she was beginning to let go of
the psychological burden of our age difference and accept me as her boyfriend.

Finally, junior high school ended, and Xiao Yu and her sister finished their college entrance exams. Since they applied to
universities , it wasn't difficult for talented girls like them, so they weren't worried about failing.

For me, this was destined to be a summer overwhelmed by desire.

At home, I still fantasize about my mother, yet I lack the courage to act on my desires. I often have
thoughts of raping her, but when I'm actually facing her, I can't muster the courage to do anything immoral.

My mother recently divorced my father, a temptation that's fatal to me; I think she'll
truly .

Whenever my fantasies about my mother become uncontrollable, I always go out with Xiao Yu to play,
talk about love, and distract myself.

Since my sister helped me masturbate last time, we've become closer, but she won't help me anymore. She resolutely
told me, "Sister will spoil you."

Sometimes she'll allow me to hug her, smell her hair, sleep with her, and wear a low-cut nightgown
so I can see her cleavage, but she still won't help me masturbate.

All the power is in my sister's hands, and gradually, I've developed a resentment towards her,
starting to avoid her intentionally or unintentionally.

My sister senses my deliberate avoidance and is unhappy about it, but out of pride, she doesn't
communicate with me.

So our relationship went from close to distant.

This was hurtful to both of us, I knew it, and she knew it too, but we still stubbornly held our ground, neither of us
willing to back down.

This was the first time I'd ever been stubborn with my sister. I used to be very
obedient to her, and she was quite unaccustomed to my sudden disobedience, making her even less likely to admit defeat easily.

Sometimes, when the urge came, I didn't want to satisfy it myself, so I learned to suppress it.

But this summer, I found it hard to suppress it any longer.

The sudden emptiness after the stress of the high school entrance exam was the direct reason I couldn't hold back any longer.

I wanted to have sex with a woman, and my target was Xiao Yu, of course. She was already eighteen this year and should
also have such desires.

So, after preparing for a few days, I finally decided to tell Xiao Yu my thoughts: I wanted to have sex with her.

It was a beautiful sunny day, and I called Xiao Yu, telling her I had something to tell her in person, and she said
she also had something to tell me.

The moment we met, I noticed Xiao Yu wasn't in a good mood. I had initially been prepared to go all out and tell her
I wanted to have sex with her, but now I hesitated. Should I wait until she was in a better mood?

"What's wrong with you today? You seem unhappy?" I asked, starting the conversation as we walked side by side.

Xiao Yu nodded. "Well, the main reason I asked you out today was... I wanted to tell you..."

Hearing this, my expression darkened slightly, but she seemed unable to continue speaking for a moment. My
heart sank even further. I wondered if she wanted to break up with me. Had she only been playing around with me before,
without being serious?

That was possible, because I sensed that she had never fully considered me her boyfriend,
and there was still a bit of an older sister-younger brother dynamic. Although we weren't related by blood, we were definitely in a sibling-like relationship. If she
had any reservations or concerns, it would be perfectly normal.

My heart pounded wildly. I didn't want to break up with her. My goal this time was to sleep with her.

Little did I know, Xiao Yu only noticed my sudden change in expression and assumed I had guessed something, which was why she hesitated to
continue After stammering for a while, she whispered, "Xiao Jie, I... I can't spend this summer with you. I
have to go back to my hometown in Jiangsu with my mom to take care of some things."

Her hometown is in Jiangsu; it's a large family with a family business. Since we became a couple, she's
shared a lot of information about her family with me.

Hearing her say this, I breathed a sigh of relief. "You scared me!" Even so,
I still felt a little disappointed to hear she was leaving for a while. "How long?"

"Until the end of summer vacation," she said apologetically. "But don't worry, I'll come back." As

she spoke, she took my hand and coaxed me like she would a younger brother. "I'll be studying here at university, and
I'll come back close to the start of the semester. Then... I'll make it up to you properly."

Although we had accepted each other's feelings and become a couple, we hadn't actually held hands yet.

This was the first time we held hands. She was the one holding my hand; her small hand was soft, seemingly boneless, and very
comfortable. I felt a great sense of accomplishment.

I couldn't resist placing my other hand over hers, grasping her soft, smooth hands as if they were
precious treasures, and began to teasingly caress them.

Her hands were as white as snow, the veins clearly visible, incredibly smooth, and touching them soothed my
senses .

She flinched slightly, clearly only a hint of reserve in her movements; she didn't object to my playful
caresses. My heart pounded, and I secretly thought that perhaps I could take advantage
of her guilt as she was about to leave, and conquer her in bed.

With this thought, I began to push my luck, quickly wrapping my arms around her slender waist and pulling her tightly into
my embrace.

She reacted like a startled rabbit, but before she could struggle, I whispered passionately in her ear
, "Yu, I can't bear to leave you..."

Her prepared struggles vanished at my words, and she willingly embraced me.

We pressed tightly together, and her soft breasts instantly
aroused , my penis instantly becoming erect.

"Jie, I don't want to leave you either," Xiao Yu said gently.

She finally stopped calling me Xiao Jie; I didn't like her treating me like a younger brother, because she was my
woman.

At that moment, my penis inevitably pressed against her genitals.

Her body trembled, and this tremor resonated with me, making me feel so good that I almost
lost control and took her right there.

"Jie...you..." Xiao Yu exclaimed in surprise.

She knew this was a normal reaction, but it was still hard to remain calm when a man's penis was pressing against her sensitive
area.

I was also a little flustered, but I quickly calmed down. "Yu, don't laugh at me, a man can't not get hard
, can he?"

"Pfft!"

She was amused by my remark, though it wasn't really funny; I was just trying to hide my
nervousness.

We were both nervous, hugging each other for a long time without either of us wanting to separate. The atmosphere became a little awkward,
like two people who had never climbed a tree before, now that they were up there for the first time, they didn't know how to get down.

After a while, Xiao Yu took a deep breath and whispered, "Jie... do you want me?"

These words struck a chord with me, and I asked nervously, "Yes, are you willing?"

Xiao Yu was silent for a moment, then answered after considering, "Actually, I don't want to rush things, but if you really
can't resist..."

She couldn't finish her sentence, but she hugged me even tighter.

If I still didn't understand what she meant, I'd be a fool. "Yu, you're so sweet,"

I said, wanting to kiss her.

But then she said, "Where are you planning to do it? At your house?"

"Uh... at my house... my sister's home, but could I ask her to stay out of it?"

"No way, your sister's not a proper person, she'll definitely peek."

"Then let's go to a hotel." I couldn't very well say we were going to her house.

“No, that won’t work either…” This time she refused even more firmly, “This is my first time, I don’t want to go to
a place like a hotel…”

I couldn’t refute this reason; she just didn’t like it.

“Then…”

“Let’s go to my house.”

“Ah…”

“Fine, don’t go then…”

“Go, go, who said I wouldn’t go…” I just want to make love to her, where can’t we go? I was incredibly excited,
about to lose my virginity!

“However…” she suddenly pushed me away, pouted, and smiled, “Before that, you have to get
past one more hurdle.”

“What?” I asked.

“My mother wants to see you.”

“Ah…” “ What do you mean

, ‘ah’? My mother already knows about us. Our relationship
is .” “What do you mean?” “I come from a prominent family, I’ve told you that before. A prominent family, especially one in business, it’s normal for them to arrange marriages for the sake of the family interest…” “Uh, you mean your family has arranged a marriage for you? You already have a fiancé?” “Sort of, but it was arranged many years ago. Now… you know, the law doesn’t recognize marriage contracts. It mainly depends on whether I’m willing to marry him.” “You can’t marry him, you’re mine!” I said possessively, hugging her tightly. She smiled, a little playfully, and said, "You're nervous, that's good..." "Be serious..." I ruffled her hair. "Okay, I didn't say I was really going to marry my...fiancé...oh dear, I already agreed...to give myself to you, why are you nervous?" I chuckled and said, "Well, why does your mom want to meet me?" She said, "I want to break off the engagement, so I need my mom's support, right?" I understood; this was her future mother-in-law testing her son-in-law. "Don't worry, I often praise you to my mom. Although you haven't met yet, she already ." "Then...let's meet, what am I afraid of..." "Hmm, that's more like a man...get my phone." "What for?" "I'll tell you my mom's phone number. She's still at the company. Go to the coffee shop next to the company and call her." She entered a number into my phone. "My mom won't be home until tonight. After you meet her, call me, and then we'll go to my house..." She didn't say what happened next, her face turning red. My heart fluttered, and I hugged her again, caressing her soft hair a few times. Now, she was going to be my woman. Chapter Six: Aunt Yuan . Xiao Yu took her mother's surname; her mother's name was Xiao Yuan, as Xiao Yu had told me before. I waited in the coffee shop for about ten minutes when a beautiful middle-aged woman who looked to be in her thirties came before me. "You're Li Jie?" The middle-aged woman's voice was very pleasant. She wore a black women's business suit, black stockings, and black high heels, which made a pleasant clicking sound as she walked. She was very beautiful, with well-maintained, smooth, and delicate skin. Xiao Yu had told me that she was older than my mother , but she looked like a young woman. As she spoke, an air of nobility emanated from her, and I was momentarily stunned. "So beautiful!" I secretly admired her. She wasn't more beautiful than Xiao Yu, but she possessed a mature charm that captivated me instantly. A wicked thought crossed my mind—if only I could caress this woman… I snapped back to reality. This woman had a noble air, a traditional grace, like a high-ranking noblewoman managing the household affairs of an ancient aristocratic family. Just then, her beautiful eyes suddenly stared intently at me, her intelligent gaze seemingly piercing through my eyes and reaching my very soul. "Did she see through my wicked thoughts?" My breath caught in my throat; I tensed up, quickly averting my gaze from her alluring body, trying to suppress the wicked thought. "Aunt Xiao, I am Li Jie," I said politely. Xiao Yuan withdrew her gaze, her expression indifferent. "I'm busy. Don't waste your time ." I sensed an arrogance in her tone. From the very beginning, she looked at me with a condescending gaze . Perhaps she really sensed my slight desire for her, but she didn't reprimand me. "Perhaps such a beauty like her is used to men's lust for her, so she's become unfazed," I thought . "I didn't object to your relationship with Xiaoyu at first, but I suppose she told you she's engaged ?" Xiao Yuan asked bluntly. "Yes, she just told me." "Her fiancé will inherit two hundred million in assets. Tell me, what do you have that's better than him?" Xiao Yuan's words were very direct, which I wasn't used to, but I didn't sense any ; she seemed to be simply stating a fact. I thought for a moment and said, "In terms of family wealth, I probably won't ever have two hundred million in my lifetime." Xiao Yuan remained noncommittal, just looking at me calmly, waiting for me to continue. I didn't really have anything else to say. Although my family was considered wealthy, compared to two hundred million in assets, we were practically poor. Seeing that I didn't continue, Xiao Yuan frowned and said unhappily, "Why didn't you answer my question?" "Aunt Xiao, actually I don't know what I have that's better than Xiao Yu's fiancé, but Xiao Yu likes me, that's a fact." She told me a fact, and I told her a fact in return. Xiao Yuan was slightly taken aback, "That's your answer?" I nodded, not backing down, "That's right." Xiao Yuan was silent for a while, then stopped pursuing the question, "I heard from Xiao Yu that your academic performance is excellent , especially your classical Chinese, is that right?" "Yes." "That's a good advantage." Saying that, she took a sip of coffee, then stood up, "I have something to do, let's end it here for today." That's it? I had just stepped out of the coffee shop when I heard a horn, and Xiao Yu drove a white car and slowly stopped in front of me. She smiled at me while making a phone call.

She laughed heartily, opened the car door, and let me in.

"Okay, Mom, I'm not talking to you anymore, bye..."

Xiao Yu hung up the phone, leaned in and kissed me, saying happily, "Jie, you passed the test."

"Passed the test?" I was a little uneasy before, and now that I heard about passing the test, I was still a little confused. I
didn't answer Xiao Yuan's question; she was clearly not happy.

"Your mom is really strange." I said, but I couldn't help but think of Xiao Yuan's noble temperament and mature figure, and
my heart was once again filled with wicked thoughts.

"She praised you for having a talent for negotiation." Xiao Yu said with a smile.

I pulled her into my arms, stroked her hair, and said flirtatiously, "So, what about the rest of the time..."

Xiao Yu's laughter stopped, her face slightly flushed, but she still looked very poised, "Here you go, here you go..."

Xiao Yu drove, and we arrived at her house in about ten minutes.

As soon as I closed the door, I couldn't wait to hug Xiao Yu. The desire that Xiao Yu's mother had aroused was
on the verge of exploding.

Lacking experience, after embracing Xiao Yu, I was momentarily at a loss for what to do next. After a moment's thought,
I impatiently tried to undress her, wanting to admire her beautiful body first.

"Ah...be gentle, this is my first time."

Xiao Yu was already aroused; her breathing was as rapid as mine. She, too, was inexperienced and simply let me do as I
pleased.

Hearing this, I stopped undressing her.

"The bed...Yu, where's your room?"

"Um...over there." Xiao Yu nestled in my arms, pointing weakly.

I bent down, picked her up horizontally, and carried her to her room.

"Jie, you're so strong!" Xiao Yu wrapped her arms around my neck, a satisfied expression on her flushed face
.

I placed her on the bed and then pressed myself against her.

"Mmm." My erect penis pressed against her vulva, eliciting a soft moan from her. "Jay
...kiss me...be gentle, okay?"

She seemed worried I would impatiently strip her clothes off and roughly insert my penis into her
vagina. I could sense that she wanted her first time to be perfect, hoping I would give her more
love. This request wasn't unreasonable, so I began to kiss her gently. The moment our lips touched, it felt as if an electric current instantly coursed through our bodies, connecting

our minds and souls . I extended my tongue, trying to invade her mouth. She didn't resist, gently opening her mouth to let me in. The instant our tongues touched, both of our bodies trembled slightly. It was a sign of pleasure. Our movements were still quite awkward, like we were learning from each other. After kissing for about a minute, I started kissing her face, her forehead, her snow-white neck, and finally, I took one of her earlobes into my mouth. "Mmm..." The moment I took her earlobe into my mouth, Xiao Yu let out a long moan. I realized how sensitive that area was. I kissed the area below her earlobe for a while, then kissed it again. During this time, she kept making moaning sounds that sounded almost like crying, her body trembling and even convulsing. After a while, I followed her neck and kissed her chest. Finally, I couldn't resist and started to undress . "Jie..." She noticed my intention and immediately grabbed my hand, her eyes glazed. "Don't be so hasty. First, caress my whole body, let me... let me experience perfect sex." "Okay..." I nodded. I was indeed very inexperienced, while she seemed to have read some articles on sex techniques, or perhaps she was just making this request based on her own needs. Seeing me nod in agreement, she released my hand and then added, "Be gentle." She closed her eyes , looking completely at ease. I unhooked her bra, and a pair of breasts, just the right size for one hand to grasp, came into view. "So beautiful!" I exclaimed, covering her breasts with my hands and gently caressing them. "Mmm..." Xiao Yu moaned comfortably. After caressing her for a while, I lowered my head and took one of her nipples into my mouth, gently sucking on it. "Ah...so comfortable..." Xiao Yu lay beneath me, letting out pleasurable moans, her long, beautiful legs involuntarily wrapping around my waist. After playing with her beautiful breasts for a while, I was about to make my move on to her lower body when suddenly the phone rang. It was Xiao Yu's phone, and we reluctantly stopped. "It's Mom." Xiao Yu glanced at the phone; she clearly had to answer it. She sat up, calmed her rapid breathing, and then pressed the button, saying irritably, "Mom, what ?" She was obviously annoyed at being interrupted at this moment. "What?" Xiao Yuan said something that made Xiao Yu's brows furrow even deeper. "Oh, okay." Xiao Yu hung up the phone, looking at me apologetically. "Jie, it seems we can't do it today." I was disappointed. "Why?" "My mom's coming back." I thought what bad luck; I was almost there, and now I couldn't even have her. "Okay." I straightened my clothes with an unhappy expression. Xiao Yu looked apologetic and took the initiative to hug me. Her bare, snow-white breasts pressed tightly against my body, and she began to kiss me. My hand couldn't help but reach for her breasts again, and suddenly, on impulse, I pushed her onto the bed. "No... my mom will be back soon." She gently pushed me away, and I had no choice but to get up. She quickly put on her clothes and looked at my still-erect penis. "Does it hurt?" "Yes." I nodded, looking at her with desire in my eyes. She suddenly leaned closer, sat down beside me, and gently unzipped my pants, reaching out to gently grasp my penis. "Ah..." My penis felt a surge of pleasure as she held it. "Let me help you with my hand, okay?" she said gently. "Mmm." I nodded, and at the same time, my hands reached for her breasts. She didn't resist, letting me play with her breasts, while she began to gently stroke them. "You have to hurry,"

"My mom'll be back soon... um..."

Before she could finish speaking, I kissed her on the lips.

Soon, her eyes were glazed over from my kisses, her body limp against my chest, her soft little hands
still stroking my penis.

"Almost done?" she asked, panting, her head tilted back weakly.

"Yes, harder, faster."

"Okay."

She followed my instructions, and soon a thick stream of semen spurted out, landing on her bed.

I let out a long sigh, cupped her head in my hands, and kissed her passionately for a while before reluctantly
releasing her cherry-like lips.

"Aren't you angry?" she asked worriedly after catching her breath.

"No."

"Really?"

"Really."

And so, although we didn't succeed this time, I was just a little disappointed, not really angry, because
I felt her tenderness towards me, and even a little delighted.

"But... after you come back from Jiangsu, I definitely have to take you down." "I said to her with a mischievous grin.

She smiled back, said nothing, and busied herself cleaning up the semen I had just ejaculated with tissues.
During this time I noticed she seemed quite interested in my semen, examining it closely.
When she realized I had noticed her actions, her face immediately turned red.

"What are you looking at? Can't I be curious?" she said coyly. "My mom just called and
said you should come over for lunch. She'll be back soon, so don't give yourself away. Pretend you just
arrived."

"Uh…didn't she also tell me she was very busy?" I joked.

She gave me a charming glare. "You dare tell my mom that?" "

Of course I wouldn't dare say that to Xiao Yuan. At that moment, Xiao Yuan's ripe, beautiful body flashed into my mind.
I have to admit, this proud, mature woman's allure to me is no less than that of my mother. Now I'm really
not upset about being interrupted earlier. 'Maybe, I really can have both mother and daughter...' I secretly fantasized.

It was obviously a difficult thing to do, but I naively believed, 'Nothing is impossible to
a willing mind .'

Xiao Yuan returned.

'Hello, Aunt Xiao.'" Xiao Yu was making lunch in the kitchen, and I went to open the door for Xiao Yuan.

She was still the same as when we first met, with a cool and aloof expression. She nodded indifferently to me, then stood by
the door and began to take off her high heels right in front of me.

I stood behind her, and as she bent over, her business attire clung tightly to her body,
her perfectly rounded buttocks displayed before my eyes, making my heart pound. Then, I took the opportunity to shamelessly
admire her long, beautiful legs. Even the way she took off her shoes was elegant and feminine; her beautiful feet were stretched out straight, and
their beauty gave me an urge to reach out and touch them. I mustered my courage, staring intently at
her lovely feet until she placed the high heels on the shoe rack. Only then did I quickly withdraw my lustful gaze,
secretly thinking, "Such a beauty, I must get her into bed!"

She suddenly turned around. My heart was still pounding, and my penis, still erect from the alluring image
, was tucked up in a tent. "

Don't look down...don't look down...please don't look down..." I prayed incessantly.

But my prayers couldn't stop Xiao Yuan's gaze.

Her eyes landed unobstructed on my erect penis.

"I'm doomed..." I thought to myself, immediately lowering my head, no longer caring about Xiao Yuan's expression
. My heart was pounding in my throat.

"Mom's back?" Just then, Xiao Yu came out of the kitchen.

"Yes," Xiao Yuan replied calmly, then walked past me, blocking Xiao Yu's
view so she couldn't see my situation.

Surprisingly, she didn't expose me to Xiao Yu.

Xiao Yu smiled and said to me, "Jie, you talk to Mom for a bit. I'll call you when the food is ready." "

After saying that, she went back to the kitchen.

I didn't dare turn around, but I felt that Xiao Yuan, who was standing behind me, didn't move either.

We were all silent for a moment, and finally I gritted my teeth, steeled myself, and said, 'So be it!' I
turned around with a stiff upper lip.

I saw Xiao Yuan's pair of clear, beautiful eyes staring straight at me .

I refused to back down and met her gaze.

She frowned slightly, and the crow's feet at the corners of her eyes looked even more mature. She seemed surprised by my reaction,
but she didn't say a word, just stared straight into my eyes.

After a while, her gaze moved down and actually focused on my still erect penis.

I tried my best not to be nervous, and then calmed myself down and said, 'That's how it is, there's nothing I
can do...'

Hearing this, she looked away from my genitals and said to me, 'Go rinse it with cold water.'

'Huh?' I couldn't react to this result for a moment.

But she said to me very seriously, 'Rinse it with cold water first, and if that doesn't work, then just take
a cold shower.'" “

Oh, oh…” I responded repeatedly and walked towards the bathroom.

In the bathroom, I couldn’t help but
masturbate Then I fantasized about holding her horizontally and putting her on the bed, playing with her to my heart’s content. Since Xiao Yu had just helped me
release my pent-up desire, it took me a long time to ejaculate this time.

When I came out after washing myself, Xiao Yuan had changed into a soft, flesh-colored nightgown and
was sitting alone on the soft sofa, her bare legs in an alluring pose.

I had just released my pent-up desire and had some resistance to such tempting scenes, but I still didn’t dare to look for too long.

“Come sit down.” She pointed to the sofa opposite me and said to me.

I pretended to be calm and walked to that spot and sat down opposite her.

“Feeling better?” Another unexpected question came from her mouth.

“Yeah, I’m better.” Since she was so calm, I became bolder.

“Doing this kind of thing too much can be harmful to your health. You should do it less often in the future.” There was even a hint of concern in her

tone, which surprised me. I looked at her in surprise.

She must know I had just masturbated in the bathroom, and she must also think that I was using her as a...
My sexual fantasy object was masturbating, but she remained so calm, neither ashamed nor angry, which surprised me.

She said nonchalantly, "Don't worry, I won't make things difficult for you over something so small."

"Mm," I nodded, secretly thinking this woman was truly a monster.

"Actually, I had a lot to say to you earlier, but it wasn't convenient there." She leaned back slightly on
the sofa , adopting a languid posture, and looked at me calmly.

I adopted an attentive posture.

"Actually, I just wanted to chat casually, mainly to get to know you better." She
always looked at me as she spoke. "We're not ordinary people. Does it make you uncomfortable if I say this
?"

"No," I replied, looking her in the eye without flinching.

She nodded, offering no comment on my direct eye contact, as if tacitly approving of my actions.
Then she continued, "What I meant was that my family isn't short of money, so Xiaoyu
doesn't necessarily have to marry a rich man. As for the marriage arranged for Xiaoyu by the family, I can
annul it with just one word, but I must have a reason."

"I have to be better than Xiaoyu's fiancé?"

"That's right." She nodded approvingly. "You do have some merits; you don't need to say it yourself. I have
a good eye for people."

"So you've decided to allow me to date Xiaoyu?"

"I do intend to, and when I go back this time, I'll ask them to annul the engagement. You don't need to worry about that."

"Thank you, Auntie."

"No need to thank me. This is what you deserve. I'm also thinking of Xiaoyu. My ex-husband and I had a business marriage
. We separated the year Xiaoyu was born. As compensation, a portion of my ex-husband's assets went to me, and
the Xiao family also agreed to transfer a branch company to my name, but it wasn't until this year that they fulfilled their promise."

"So, you've now essentially separated from the family?"

“Not entirely. This company under my name actually has inextricable ties with the Xiao family. Besides,
Xiaoyu and I both share the Xiao family blood, so how can you say we have no connection? I don't want
Xiaoyu follow in my footsteps. It's not that arranged marriages are destined to end badly, but Xiaoyu has
chosen you, and that's her own choice. As her mother, I should give her the right to choose.”

As we spoke, our eyes never left each other. After she finished speaking, I
felt I had nothing to say, so I remained silent. She stared at me, and seeing my silence, she also fell silent for a moment.
The atmosphere became somewhat awkward. We stared intently at each other; my eyes were starting to sting, but I
refused to give in first.

After a while, Xiao Yuan finally looked away. It seemed I had won this confrontation.

But Xiao Yuan seemed unfazed, as if she hadn't even met my gaze. She casually
asked, "Let's talk about you. Besides completing your studies, what are your future goals, or what
kind ?"

"Well… I haven't thought about it yet." Her composure was almost excessive, leaving me momentarily
speechless .

"It's okay if you haven't thought about it yet. But if you're interested in business, after you get married,
I can hand over the company to you to manage, so I can enjoy a peaceful retirement."

I remained noncommittal.

We chatted for about twenty minutes, mostly her talking, with me occasionally chiming in. To avoid
an awkward situation like before, we tacitly avoided looking each other in the eye.

I sensed from her tone that she wasn't as aloof and superior as she had been when we first met.
Sometimes she would even smile at me, a smile so noble and elegant that
I couldn't resist the urge to conquer her.

Our conversation ended when Xiao Yu came out of the kitchen and said the food was ready.

"Ah Jie, I'll drive you home." After lunch, Xiao Yuan said this to me,
addressing me like this for the first time, as if she were officially acknowledging me as her son-in-law.

Xiao Yu was surprised, then gave me a delighted look.

"Wait for me a moment, I'll go back and change." She was wearing a silk nightgown, and since she was driving me
home , she naturally needed to change into her going-out clothes. She said this as she went back to her room.

"Jie, you're amazing! You managed to win over a cold beauty like my mom so easily." Xiao Yu hugged my
arm and said to me with a happy expression, "I was worried she would make things difficult for you."

I smiled smugly, "With an excellent son-in-law like me, would she really turn me away?"

After saying that, I thought about the temporary separation from her and felt reluctant to part. Suddenly, I pulled her into my arms and kissed her
delicate lips.

"Mmm..." She tilted her head back, her long hair hanging down, initially obediently letting me kiss her, but gradually
she began to awkwardly respond, letting out soft moans.

A moment later, she parted her lips and said somewhat flusteredly, "Mom's coming out..."

I gently kissed her forehead before letting go. She whispered in my ear, "Jie, you're amazing
. My mom rarely smiles at men, but you smiled at her the first time you met her, and she was
so friendly, like you were really her son-in-law."

Just then, Xiao Yuan came out after changing her clothes. "What are you whispering about?"

Xiao Yu stuck out her nose and said playfully, "They're whispering to their lovers, Mom, why are you interfering?"

Xiao Yuan rolled her eyes at her and then said to me, "Jie, let's go."

"Okay."

I said goodbye to Xiao Yu and went out with Xiao Yuan.

Xiao Yuan was now wearing a white business suit, without stockings, revealing her fair skin,
and white high heels. When she stood, her beautiful calves were taut and straight.

I walked alongside her, somewhat distracted, my eyes stealing glances at the parts of her body that I longed for.

She seemed aware of my inappropriate behavior but acted as if nothing was amiss, which emboldened me.

She had me sit next to her and chatted with me while driving, though she was mostly the one initiating conversation. I
sensed no restraint in her tone; she genuinely chatted with me naturally and seemed completely unconcerned about my
constant indecent gazes. She seemed able to maintain her
noble and elegant demeanor no matter the situation.

"Over there, we're here." The car finally pulled up in front of my apartment building. I felt a pang of regret; I wish I could
have stayed with her a little longer.

"Ah Jie, wait, I have something to tell you." I was about to get out of the car when she called me back.

"Aunt Xiao... what's wrong?" I suddenly tensed up, thinking she was going to
settle scores later, reprimanding me for my disrespectful gaze.

But that wasn't it.

"From now on, just call me Aunt Yuan," she said kindly.

"Okay, Aunt Yuan."

"Well, Ah Jie, Aunt Yuan has a small request for you: from now on, you must quit your masturbation
habit ."

"Ah..." I stared at her, speechless for a moment.

Her tone wasn't harsh, but it carried an unyielding air of authority, and the most crucial thing
... was this question.

How could she so calmly make such a request of a man who might become her son-in-law?

I can only say, she's truly something else.

"I... well, I... sometimes I can't help it..." I said, forcing myself to speak,
my ears turning bright red in an instant.

"How could you not help it? It's just a matter of whether you want to or not. Aunt Yuan knows you have plenty of energy, but
doing this kind of thing all the time is meaningless and harmful to your health. Aunt Yuan is making this request for your own good, you know?"

"Uh, I know..."

"Actually, I can't verify whether you've really quit, but I still need you
to promise me in person. As for whether you'll keep your promise, that depends on whether you're truly sincere towards my Xiaoyu."

Hearing this, I was immediately struck by a jolt and said earnestly, "Aunt Yuan, I promise you, from now on,
I will quit masturbating."

"Good, with those words, Aunt Yuan believes you. Go back now."
Chapter Seven: Mother's Chant
It was past lunchtime. My mother often only came home in the evening these days, so my
sister and I usually ate lunch at home. When I got home, I saw my sister sitting alone at the dining table, with food laid out on it,
which looked cold.

My sister had been waiting for me all this time, and I couldn't help but feel guilty. I wondered if I should apologize to her and
go back to being the obedient little brother I used to be.

My sister didn't greet me; she just started eating as soon as I came back.

I didn't know what to say, so I sat down, intending to eat something casually, but my sister suddenly said,
"Didn't you eat enough at Xiao Yu's house?"

"Huh?" My hand, which was holding a piece of food, froze in mid-air, feeling both guilty and embarrassed. "Sister, I'm sorry, I
should have called you beforehand."

"Eat if you're not full." My sister didn't seem to accept my apology.

I still picked up some food and started eating.

"That's true, it's inevitable that you'll feel reserved when you go to other people's houses since you were little. But Xiao Yu is your girlfriend, so you shouldn't be
so polite. Next time you go, remember to eat your fill." She said in a lecturing tone.

"Okay, I'll remember." I thought to myself that Xiao Yu must have told her I went to her house for dinner. They
were classmates and close friends, so Xiao Yu would probably tell her something like that.

"I heard that Xiao Yu's mother asked to meet you?" she said casually.

"Yes."

"Her family is very wealthy. Doesn't her mother object to you two being together?"

"They are very wealthy, but what does that have to do with objections?"

"You think it doesn't matter? Heh, how naive. Do you think love is really that reliable?"

I remained noncommittal on the surface. "My sister should know Xiao Yu better than I do."

"You're right, but I only know her better than you, not completely. Besides,
I don't know her mother. According to her, she listens to her mother a lot."

"Aunt Xiao has already agreed to let me be with her." I didn't understand. In the beginning, it was
my sister suggested that I win Xiao Yu over. Now that I could get her into bed, my sister was starting to
pour cold water on me.

"I can see you're very confident, so I won't say anything more. But, put yourself in her
shoes , do you really care that much about your so-called love with her?"

"Of course I care."

"Really? Back then, when you wanted to coax your sister to satisfy your sexual desires, you said things like 'I'd be willing to be her
…', but what about now?"

"This…" I was speechless, wondering if she was jealous.

"Now that you have your own woman, you don't need to coax your sister to do those things anymore, right?"

I didn't speak, but my heart was in turmoil.

Perhaps I was really too naive. Just like I'm getting married, my sister will also get married. Am I going to be so
selfish as to monopolize my sister for life, preventing her from finding her own happiness?

"Bang…" Just then, my sister put down her chopsticks, ran back to her room, and slammed the door shut.

I was stunned for a moment, but ultimately didn't follow.

I cleaned up the table and then went back to my room, reflecting alone—actually, just overthinking.

That evening, Mom came home. She and my sister had made dinner and invited me out to eat. My sister looked at me
without saying a word, so Mom frowned and said, "What's going on between you two? Why didn't you even say hello?"

"Hello, little brother," my sister said perfunctorily.

I simply didn't speak. Mom glared at me, and then the three of us ate in silence.

After dinner, Mom washed the dishes, and my sister and I went to the living room, sitting in silence. Just then, my
phone rang. It was Xiao Yu calling. She was catching a flight early the next morning and probably wanted to say goodbye
. As she was about to hang up, she made a small request: I had to call her "Sister Yu."

It wasn't unreasonable, but seeing my sister next to me, I wanted to avoid her. But as soon as I stood up, she
glared at me, as if to say, "What secrets do you have that you don't want me to know?"

So I sat down again, cleared my throat, and softly called out, "Sister Yu..."

"You're calling so softly, I can't hear you," Xiao Yu protested.

Helpless, I raised my voice, "Sister Yu."

"Hmm, that's more like it. Wait for me to come back, my little brother-in-law."

My phone volume was very loud; my sister, who was standing very close, must have heard Xiao Yu speak.

After hanging up, I secretly glanced at my sister and found her staring intently at the television.
Feeling utterly bored, I stood up and said, "I'm going to sleep now," and headed towards my bedroom.

"Sister Yu..." Just as I closed the door, I suddenly heard my sister's voice,
which startled me. I wondered if she would tell Mom about me and Xiao Yu.

Mom was different from Xiao Yuan; she was much stricter. She definitely wouldn't approve of me dating now,
especially with a girl three years older than me.

I anxiously watched for any sounds outside. After a long while, I finally heard my sister say to Mom, "Mom,
I'm going to sleep," followed by the sound of a door closing.

Mom responded, and then the room became quiet.

For a long time, I tossed and turned in bed, unable to fall asleep.

Suddenly, the door clicked open. I turned on the light and saw Mom
standing by the door in a loose silk nightgown, a gentle smile on her face. Her hair seemed freshly washed, black and smooth, flowing over her shoulders, highlighting
a languid beauty.

"Mom..." I called softly, a slight tremor running through me.

"Can't sleep?" Mom closed the door and walked barefoot to my bedside.

I nodded.

Mom's nightgown only reached her knees, revealing her slender, translucent legs. Her feet swayed
beautifully as she walked. Her arms, neck, and snow-white cleavage were also on full display.

She sat gracefully on the edge of my bed, her beautiful eyes gazing down at me with a hint of allure. "What's on your mind, keeping you awake?"

Mom had just bathed, and her body exuded the fragrance of shower gel. I glanced away slightly,
not daring to look at her alluring body any longer, and said somewhat awkwardly, "Um, nothing's on my mind. Maybe
I woke up too late this morning, that's why I don't feel sleepy."

"You're just lying to your mother." She just didn't believe me, but didn't mention the argument between my sister and me.

"Mom, it's really nothing."

"If you don't want to talk about it,

that's fine. I just wanted to chat with you." "Then tell me about your beauty salon business, Mom. Is it going well?"

Mom nodded and said, "It's going fairly well. In another month or so, it will be stable.
Then I won't be coming home so late every night like I am now."

"Congratulations, Mom, on your success."

"Sweet talk. But to be honest, I haven't had much time to spend with you lately. Are you upset with me? " "

How could I be upset? Mom works so hard, isn't it all for me and my sister?"

"You know that."

"Yes, Mother, I will never forget your kindness in raising me."

"Such a flowery language." Mom glared at me and said irritably, "You think you can
show off in front of me just because you've learned a few classical phrases?"

Even so, a happy look appeared on her face.

I suddenly sat up and looked at Mom seriously, "Mom, I have a question for you."

"Okay, go ahead and ask." Mom looked at me gently.

"Mom, will you remarry in the future?" I asked, my heart pounding with nervousness.

Mom paused slightly, then smiled gently, asking me in return, "So what do you really think?"

"I don't want a stepfather, and I don't want Mom to marry someone else." This was my true feeling, encompassing more than one
meaning. From now on, Mom would only belong to me; my sister didn't count. I didn't want a
man to share Mom with me, but…

"Mom, could it be that you already have someone you like?" I asked anxiously.

Mom shook her head and smiled, just like when I was little and shared some wild ideas with her, and she laughed, pointing out
their absurdity. "Ah Jie, don't overthink it. Let's not talk about the future. As
things , Mom doesn't like anyone, and I've never thought about remarrying. This is mainly for you two.
Finding a man who truly loves me isn't difficult, but finding someone who truly treats you two siblings well is. You are
more important to me than finding another man to be my husband."

Mom's words warmed my heart, and I couldn't help but smile happily.

Seeing my smile, Mom laughed, "You little rascal, you got what you wanted! You've got your mom
by your side , are you happy now?"

We each had a different understanding of Mom's words. I smiled smugly, "I really want to keep
you by my side for life, Mom. After I finish my studies, I'll definitely work hard for a bright future for you,
so you don't have to work so hard anymore."

"I'm satisfied with your filial piety. Okay, go to sleep now. Don't sleep in tomorrow.
Don't let me stop supervising you like before and you'll regress into a lazy pig."

Mom said, standing up to leave, laughing, "Aren't you going to say goodnight to Mom?"

Seeing Mom about to leave, I was extremely reluctant to let her go. On impulse, I reached out and grabbed Mom's wrist, "Mom,
don't go..."

"Hmm? Is there anything else?"

"Mom..." I stammered, "Sleep with me, okay?"

"Okay." Mom agreed and returned to my bedside.

I still held Mom's wrist, and for a moment, I don't know where the courage came from, but
I caressed Mom's hand a few times as if I were teasing my lover. Suddenly, a comfortable sensation surged through my brain
.

But I quickly snapped back to reality. What was I doing? I broke out in a cold sweat, quickly releasing
my mother 's hand and lowering my head, my face flushed.

I couldn't believe I'd actually dared to flirt with my own mother.

My mother was stunned, looking at me in disbelief.

I remained silent, waiting for her scolding.

But after a moment, for some reason, she didn't scold me; it was as
if nothing had happened.

She moved closer, sitting on my bed, her legs gracefully raised. She
sat with her knees bent, looking at me with a complicated expression.

"Give your mother some room, it's so cramped, how am I supposed to sleep?" she said absentmindedly.

I felt like I'd been granted a reprieve, but then I thought I'd misheard. My mother was incredibly intelligent; it was impossible for me
to do something so outrageous. Didn't she understand what I was thinking…? Was she thinking the same
thing as me?

Thinking about this made my heart pound wildly; I was too excited... but suddenly I felt a little afraid to believe it.
"Letter..." When I looked up, I met my mother's gaze. She really didn't seem angry... I understood
her less and less, and my heart pounded with anxiety.

My mother looked at me calmly, while I was still in a daze, so I quickly made room for her on the bed.

My mother smiled at me, then lay down beside me, pulling the blanket over her alluring body.

I couldn't help but feel a pang of regret. My mother turned over, lying on her side facing me.

My mind raced, and I wondered to myself, "Does my mother have the same startling thoughts as me?"

With that thought, I looked at my mother expectantly, but dared not make any move, for if I misunderstood
, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Suddenly, my mother lovingly stroked my hair with her delicate hand, quietly looking at me. My heart skipped a beat

. I mustered my courage and reached out to touch her face, a tentative gesture, but
just as my hand was about to touch her, she calmly said, "Listen to me, turn off the light and go to sleep."

I felt a pang of disappointment, but I dared not disobey my mother.

After the light was turned off, in the dim light streaming in from the window, I could still see my mother's face. She didn't close her eyes; instead, she
looked at me calmly, a thoughtful expression on her

face. She knew I was watching her, but she wouldn't speak to me or look away. After
about ten minutes, she finally turned over, no longer facing me.

My mind raced, wondering if my mother had some deeper meaning, and I couldn't fall asleep until late at night. But my mother was
already asleep, her sweet, baby-like sleep echoing beside me. This disappointed me,
but my restless heart couldn't calm down; an uncontrollable desire began to dominate my consciousness.

Finally, I nervously reached out and gently caressed my mother's sensitive neck.

My mother didn't move, which emboldened me. I tentatively approached her body. She
remained still, and judging from her soft, steady breathing, she was still fast asleep—truly fast asleep. Realizing
this, I felt incredibly excited and impulsive. My penis was already as hard as an iron rod, brimming with an
unstoppable surge of desire.

My hand, which had been gently caressing my mother's neck, moved upwards, touching her cheek.

The skin on my mother's cheek was like that of a baby, smooth and elastic, and touching it
gave a stimulating sensation, as if even my soul was trembling slightly.

My body had already moved to my mother's side. I gently lifted the blanket, and in the dim light, my mother's
sleeping posture was beautiful and languid. I gently propped myself up with one hand, looking down at my mother,
my gaze falling on her full breasts, my eyes filled with possessive desire. I watched my mother's high, rounded
breasts rise and fall rhythmically with her steady breathing. At that moment, my penis suddenly seemed to harden even more; I
could no longer control my desire.

Then, breathing heavily, I brought my face close to my mother's ample breasts. She wasn't wearing a bra, just a
light , strappy nightgown, revealing large expanses of her white, tender flesh, which aroused my lust. Even lying down,
I could still see a considerable cleavage, both breasts exposed, like smooth slopes.

My face drew closer and closer until the tip of my nose touched one of her breasts, a wondrous softness
almost melting my heart.

Thankfully, my mother didn't wake up, which emboldened me further.

I greedily inhaled the fragrance emanating from her breasts, while she remained peacefully asleep, completely unaware
of my desecration. I gently pressed my face against one of her breasts, then carefully
rubbed it, an electric sensation surging through my nerves. Suddenly, all the stimulation concentrated
on my penis, making it swell even more painfully.

I slowly took a breath, calming my agitation, and then, without thinking, straddled
my mother .

My movements were very light and slow. I straddled my mother's genitals, but not actually
sitting on her lower body; I simply maintained the straddling position, allowing my genitals to make
slight contact with hers.

My gaze then shifted to her genitals. I came into this world from that place, and now,
it was the place I longed for most.

I supported myself on the bed with both hands, maintaining an embracing posture, my legs spread apart in a kneeling position. Then, I raised one hand and gently placed it on my mother's gently rising and falling breasts, then lightly moved it down

to her genitals. My mother's nightgown was soft and loose, and as I gently stroked it, it clung to her body. Soon, I stroked past her navel. My mother was, after all, middle-aged, and her waist wasn't very slender, which, to me, made her appear even more mature. I lingered for a moment, then continued downwards until I touched my mother's high, rounded mons pubis. My hand and my mother's mons pubis were separated only by a thin layer of soft silk. The moment my hand touched the tender flesh , my penis suddenly reacted even more strongly, sending a wave of sensation that was both painful and pleasurable. I couldn't resist, so I took off my pajamas, leaving me completely naked. Excited and nervous, I pressed my penis against my mother's soft mons pubis. "Ah..." I let out a soft moan of pleasure. My penis was swollen to its limit, and I couldn't help but gently rub the head of my penis against my mother's mons pubis. At first, my movements were very slow, very slow, then I began to speed up appropriately, once, twice, three times ... When I rubbed for the sixth time... "Hmm..." My mother suddenly let out a dreamlike moan. I stopped abruptly, my heart pounding in my throat... Thankfully... my mother didn't wake up. "Incredible..." I secretly rejoiced. At this moment, my lust rose again, and I gritted my teeth, recklessly continuing to rub my mother's mons pubis. "Sss..." Waves of pleasure surged like a summer tide, causing my movements to spiral out of control. The speed and intensity of my penis rubbing against my mother's mons pubis increased, and I leaned down to greedily kiss the large expanse of her breasts that were exposed. I stuck out my tongue and lightly licked the tender flesh of her breasts. "Mmm..." My mother let out another beautiful moan, just like last time, with a dreamlike quality. She didn't wake up, so I stopped holding back and began to increase the speed of my penis's rubbing, which made the soreness in my glans more and more intense.

Not long after, I felt my penis throbbing so intensely I could barely hold it in; a torrent of fluid was about to
erupt , but I desperately didn't want to release it.

Just then, my mother moved!

"You bastard!" My mother suddenly woke up, hissing, and forcefully pushed me away.

I was struck dumb. The instant she pushed me away, my mind went blank, and my
genitals were ignored.

"It's over..." a trembling voice echoed in my mind.

My mother turned on the light, threw my clothes at me, and coldly ordered, "Put them on!"

I didn't dare breathe and quickly put them on.

My mother glared at me for a long time without saying a word. I didn't know what she was thinking, but her breathing
gradually calmed down from its initial rapid pace. She remained silent, but her eyes were red with anger.

"Mom... I'm sorry..." I mustered all my courage, but my voice was so low I
could barely hear it myself.

My mother still ignored me, looking at me as if I were a stranger. My heart
was in turmoil.

I waited for my mother's verdict, but what I received was a disappointed look in her eyes. She didn't scold me,
but her gaze, as if looking at a stranger, hurt me more than any angry rebuke.

After a while, my mother got out of bed without a word; she was leaving…

In a panic, I jumped up and grabbed her hand, “Mom, don't go…”

My mother stopped, slowly turned her head, and looked at me coldly, leaving me at a loss.

When I felt her trying to pull her hand away, I snapped out of my daze and pleaded, “Mom, don't go
… please don't go!”

“I won't go, I'll stay and sleep with you?” my mother said coldly.

The moment my mother left my room, my heart felt empty, as if I had lost my soul, leaving
only a shell.

Youth Begins with Falling in Love with My Mother (1-7)

Chapter 1: A Startling Dream

The first woman I ever became infatuated with in my life was my mother.

My mother was a woman who had received a relatively formal traditional education. She possessed a classical temperament; she was gentle on the outside but strong on the inside.

She married young, giving birth to my older sister when she was twenty and to me when she was twenty-three.

I was very intelligent from a young age, always ranking at the top of my class in school. I was also sensible and obedient, so my family, including my sister, doted on me.

I have a cheerful personality, get along well with classmates and relatives, and enjoy outdoor
activities. I rarely experience depression, but when I was fourteen, something particularly distressing happened
.

That morning, I woke up from a strange dream. The scene in the dream left me
deeply disturbed.

In the dream, my mother was lying motionless on a large bed, her supple and full body curled up,
sleeping peacefully like a baby. I was sitting beside her. In the dream, I was in
a state of extreme excitement, and I couldn't help but lift my mother's loose nightgown. I couldn't resist
the attraction of her mature body. Even after waking up, recalling that scene still felt incredibly
wonderful .

In my dream, I was possessed, wanting to violate my mother, strip her of all her clothes, and wantonly
ravage her body. But just as I was about to see my mother's naked breasts, I
woke up in a cold sweat.

The excitement hadn't faded when a strong sense of guilt overwhelmed me.

I felt as if my soul had been ripped out. Suddenly, I realized my hand
was gripping my own erect penis, covered in thick semen. It felt like the sky
had fallen a while to calm down and tear off some tissues to clean the semen.

It was just beginning to lighten. I lay weakly on the bed, feeling as if I had just survived a life-or-death
battle .

In reality, a psychological battle was raging within me.

Physical pleasure and moral guilt were like demons and angels, simultaneously invading my
mind, battling fiercely on my own.

I don't know how much time passed before I heard a knock on the door.

"Ah Jie, what's wrong? Why aren't you up yet?"

It was my mother's voice. I jumped in fright, quickly pulling the covers over my head and pretending to be fast asleep.

Seeing I didn't respond, my mother opened the door and came in. She sat down on the edge of my bed and asked with concern, "Ah Jie,
are you awake?"

"Mmm..." I simply threw back the covers, pretending to be very sleepy, stretching and
yawning . "Mom, I'm not fully awake yet. You woke me up," I said, sounding a little unsure.

My mother clearly didn't believe me. She reached out and touched my forehead, and I took the opportunity to glance at her full
breasts . I saw those two mounds rising and falling with her breathing, and my heart nearly jumped out of my chest.
I felt both scared and excited. My heart was conflicted.

I had rarely noticed this sexy part of my mother's body before, and now I realized how
attractive her breasts were. But at the same time, a strong sense of guilt overwhelmed me, making me feel like a mountain was pressing down on me.

Oh my god! What's wrong with me? She's my own mother! How could I possibly have improper thoughts about her
?

My heart pounded like a wild beast just locked in a cage.

The image of my mother lying before me like a lovely baby in my dream, and now, with her
full breasts so close to my eyes, seemed to form a giant black hole, devouring my soul. I was caught in a
whirlpool unable to escape.

I averted my gaze like a thief. My mother didn't notice anything unusual about me, nor did she detect anything wrong with my body from my
forehead . She frowned in confusion and scolded, "It's already
7:30! Why are you still sleeping in?"

My mother has always been very strict with me. I have to get up at 6:30 every day, whether I have school
or not . Today is the weekend, and I don't have to go to school, but my mother still insists that I
get up at 6:30.

"Mom, I'm so sleepy. I want to sleep a little longer." Perhaps it was the change this morning that made me realize for the first time...
A thought of defying my mother crossed my mind.

My mother was clearly unhappy. "Then you can continue sleeping, and you don't need breakfast."

She left without looking back. I secretly watched her beautiful
figure disappear through the doorway, with the gaze of someone admiring a woman.

From then on, I secretly became infatuated with my mother.

Not long after my mother left, I got up, washed up, and went to the dining room. I thought my mother's words
were just in anger, but now I realized there really was no breakfast for me.

My father had already finished eating and left; only my mother and sister were at the table, my seat was empty.

"Mom, where's my brother's breakfast?" my sister asked curiously.

"You eat yours, why do you care so much?" my mother said without even glancing at me.

My mother was clearly different today; she rarely spoke to her children in such a tone.

She would maintain a dignified and virtuous image, speaking gently and kindly.

But when I heard my mother's words, my heart felt heavy, and I felt wronged. So I
left and went back to my room to go online.

My sister came into my room before I'd even finished my breakfast, demanding an explanation. "Little brother, why are you upset with
Mom ?"

"Who's upset with her?" I said, sounding aggrieved.

"Don't deny it! Why won't Mom let you eat breakfast?"

"If she doesn't want to, she can. She's Mom, and she raised me."

That last sentence sounded like a defiant remark, but I was clearly reminding myself of it. But
what it do? My mind was already overwhelmed by the strange dream I'd had that morning, and the unpleasantness with Mom
had made my attitude towards her deviate from its usual pattern. Finally, those wicked thoughts in my mind gained a slight
advantage.

"How can you talk like that?" my sister said unhappily.

"Am I wrong to say that?" I retorted sharply.

"Of course not! She's Mom, you have to respect her. What's wrong with you? You weren't like this before
. What happened?"

"Nothing happened," I said, feeling a little guilty.

Just then, Mom pushed open the door and came in. She had changed into a pristine white dress and flesh-colored stockings
, looking incredibly sexy. My heart skipped a beat, and my breathing quickened.

Mom had dressed sexily before, but I had never reacted this way before.

"Rongrong, ignore him. Go change your clothes, let's go for a walk," Mom said, turning and leaving
without even glancing at me.

My sister turned back, rolled her eyes at me, and said irritably, "Mom's in a bad mood today, and you're still
holding a grudge against her."

I asked, puzzled, "Why is she in a bad mood?"

My sister leaned close to my ear and whispered, "Because Dad's away on a business trip again today."

"Dad goes on business trips all the time?" I said dismissively.

My sister frowned, lightly tapped me on the head, and said, "There's more to this than meets the eye, but
it 's an adult matter, and we can't interfere. But I need you to make a statement first."

My sister's expression suddenly turned serious, which gave me a bad feeling.

"What stance are you taking?"

My sister stared at me and said, "If Dad and Mom divorce, who would you live with?"

I was startled. "What? That's impossible, isn't it? Aren't they getting along well?"

"Getting along well? Humph! They're supposed to be respectful to each other, huh? Do you think it's good for a husband and wife to be respectful to each other? Sigh! You're
still young, you wouldn't understand matters of the heart even if I told you. Anyway, I'm asking you, if that day really comes,
would you rather live with Mom or Dad?"

Her words undoubtedly made me even more confused, and I really didn't know how to answer.

"Rongrong!" At this moment, Mom called my sister again.

My sister hurriedly said, "Okay, Mom, I'll be right there." Then she turned to me, her eyes cold as
she stared at me. "Speak quickly."

I really didn't know what to say, and said impatiently, "Go change your clothes first. I'm annoyed.
Let me have some peace and quiet."

"Hmph! I'm telling you this now: if that day ever comes, and you choose to stay with Dad, then
I'll no longer be your sister!"

My sister's tone was icy, revealing her resolute determination. This was the first time she
had spoken to me like this, making me feel somewhat lost.

After my sister and mother went out, I was left alone at home.

I was really hungry, so I went to the kitchen to find something to eat. But at the same time, I didn't want
Mom to find out. After searching for a while, I lost my appetite and suddenly didn't want to eat anymore. On my way back, as I passed Mom's
room, my heart suddenly skipped a beat, and I stopped in my tracks.

I couldn't help but glance at Mom's wardrobe. Inside were Mom's sexy clothes. I thought I could
use these sexy clothes to more easily fantasize about my mother's ripe, naked body.

Evil thoughts began to flood my mind, and my breathing became rapid.

Being alone at home emboldened me a thousand times more than usual; I felt
unrestrained and reckless, capable of anything.

Finally, I pushed open the door to my mother's room. My heart was pounding with wicked thoughts
. I eagerly opened my mother's wardrobe, and sure enough, there were her sexy lingerie and stockings.
These clothes, so close to her mature body, quickly conjured up an image of her naked body in my mind.

My breath caught in my throat. I almost groaned out loud.

My next actions were completely irrational; I stripped myself naked in a few quick movements.

My genitals were already rock hard, like an iron rod. At this point, I had never seen
anyone else's genitals, so I couldn't determine the level of my own.

My hands trembled slightly as I pulled my mother's sexy clothes over and hugged them tightly to my chest. At the same time, I fantasized
about holding my mother's alluring naked body in my arms and wantonly ravaging it. My body suddenly started shaking, and I stumbled back a few steps,
falling onto my mother's soft bed.

At that moment, I didn't know how to masturbate; I only knew that one hand was tightly gripping my penis. Suddenly, I wanted to stuff
my mother's sexy clothes, my imagined naked body, into my genitals. But then,
a sliver of reason returned to me, and ultimately, out of fear of soiling the clothes and being discovered by my mother, I...
I didn't do that. But at the same time, I suddenly felt a liquid about to ejaculate from my penis
. Although I didn't know it was semen, I guessed it was dirty. Afraid of soiling my mother's
bed, I pressed my own clothes against my genitals.

The harder I pressed, the more comfortable and wonderful it felt. Finally, I simply collapsed onto my mother's bed,
still using my own clothes to cover my genitals to avoid soiling her things. Gradually, I started
rubbing my genitals, and after a short while, a thick, sticky fluid gushed out. Accompanying this
fluid was my imagined image of my mother's naked body through her underwear. I imagined myself pressing my mother's naked
body beneath me, feeling blissful.

But after about ten seconds, this blissful feeling began to fade, replaced by a strong
sense of guilt and self-reproach.

"What's wrong with me? What have I done? She's my mother..."

Emptiness! A sudden

, overwhelming emptiness washed over me. Although I had just experienced my first orgasm outside of a dream,
it all felt meaningless now, replaced by a deep sense of shame.

After catching my breath, I carefully cleaned up all traces of this absurd act, putting
my mother's sexy clothes back in their place. I was extremely meticulous, because I was terrified of
my mother finding out.

Then I returned to my room, feeling utterly exhausted, and collapsed onto the bed, quickly falling asleep.

"Little brother, little brother, little brother..."

came my sister's gentle voice. It must have been noon; I remembered my alarm clock had already gone off. My sister and
mother had long since returned, but I was still lying in bed, wearing only my underwear and without a blanket.

My sister didn't seem to mind seeing me dressed like this. In fact, she'd seen me completely naked before, and even two years
ago , it wasn't strange for her to be naked in front of me. Even now, she's
seventeen and I'm fourteen, almost adults, and she doesn't try to avoid my
gaze when changing her clothes. She lets me see her wearing only a bra and panties.

And now, although I've developed impure thoughts about my mother, I can still maintain my usual
indifference towards my sister.

I think maybe it's because her body hasn't fully developed yet. Looking at her breasts, I think it will
take another year or two for them to grow as full and round as my mother's.

After she came in, she covered me with the blanket and tried to wake me, but I was really tired, feeling
dizzy, and didn't want to get up even when she called.

"Little brother, are you feeling unwell?" My sister's voice was full of concern.

I rolled over, lying face down on the floor. "Sister, I feel so suffocated. Can you let me have some peace and quiet?"

I was telling the truth. I was really depressed, filled with shame, yet I was also
obsessed fantasizing about ravaging my mother's body.

Just then, my mother came in. She was still wearing her dress and sexy stockings, and I couldn't resist the temptation
to lewdly gaze at her alluring body encased in her dress.

"Get up and get dressed,"

my mother's commanding tone shattered my fantasy, making me realize again: "She is my mother,
a mother who loves me but is also strict with me."

"I...I don't want to get up!" Actually, it wasn't that I didn't want to get up, but my penis was already
hard because of my mother's sexy body. How could I dare to turn over now and let them see me?

"Brother!" my sister scolded, angry that I had disobeyed my mother.

In my sister's heart, my mother was undoubtedly sacred, and I used to think so too, but
now I had evil thoughts, wanting to break through my mother's sacred shell and play with her holy body.

Mom was definitely in a bad mood today. Seeing her son disobey her twice and show no remorse,
it was hard not to be angry. She said sternly, "Fine, then you can forget about lunch today."

After Mom and my sister left, my penis gradually softened.

"Another meal without food," I sighed helplessly, rubbing my stomach.

Mom has always been like this with my sister and me; her harshest punishment is not allowing us to eat. In the past,
when Dad was home, he would object, saying it was harmful to the children's health, but Mom always insisted on her way
. Dad could never get her to yield when it came to disciplining the children. Mom even seemed to strongly resent
Dad's involvement; in her view, disciplining the children was solely her responsibility, and Dad had no right to
it .

I did have the urge to be angry with Mom, but it was completely unreasonable, bordering on being
unreasonable . But I rarely acted impulsively, and I really was being unreasonable.

Perhaps I wanted to make Mom discover the wicked thoughts that had just arisen in my heart and demand some kind of morally
questionable satisfaction. But that's impossible; it's just a pathetic attempt to comfort myself. And
what's the problem? All I need right now is self-comfort. There's no one else who can comfort
me, because I dare not let anyone know I harbor such wicked thoughts.

I simply locked the door. My sister tried to sneak me some bread and drinks, but
I didn't open the door despite her knocking for a long time. That evening, I remained locked in my room. Although I hadn't eaten all day,
I didn't feel particularly hungry.

"Little brother, dinner's ready," my sister called, knocking on the door.

No matter how much she knocked or called, I didn't answer. My heart was filled with disappointment, helplessness, and
fear … a jumble of emotions that overwhelmed me, leaving me with no desire to speak.

"Little brother! What's wrong?" my sister asked, clearly alarmed.

I thought, "Mom must be worried too."

Sure enough, Mom came to call me, her tone much softer, "Ah Jie, aren't you hungry? Get up
and eat ."

I felt a surge of satisfaction; I had clearly won. Mom cared about me a lot; she wouldn't let
me go a whole day without food. If I starved, she would be the one most heartbroken.

But I still didn't open the door. I wasn't satisfied with this, but what tormented me was that
I had neither the means nor the courage to let Mom know my true intentions: I wanted her body, I wanted to
have sex with her. Did I dare tell her?

"Mom!" I suddenly cried out in excruciating pain.

This startled my mother and sister.

"A-Jie!" "

Little brother!"

They both exclaimed simultaneously and pounded on the door, clearly thinking
something .

"A-Jie, please open the door and let Mom in, okay?"

"No!" I said firmly, and the reason I couldn't open the door was exactly
the same as the reason I couldn't get out of bed before—my penis had turned into an iron rod. It was truly frustrating. I really wanted to throw myself into
my mother's arms and cry my heart out.

"A-Jie, listen to me, open the door quickly," my mother said almost pleadingly. "It was all my fault this morning.
I'll never force you to get up so early again."

My mother was giving in to me, and I felt a surge of pleasure, as if my mother had surrendered to my
body and was at my mercy. I couldn't help but grip my penis tightly; it was fully erect.
Guided by the physical pleasure, I instinctively began to masturbate.

"Mom!" I boldly called out to my mother, who was only separated from me by a door, while rapidly stroking my
penis, fantasizing that she was right in front of me, naked.

"Ah Jie, Mom's here, please open the door first, okay?" My mother's gentle, pleading voice was undoubtedly the best
aphrodisiac, instantly arousing me to the extreme. She had no idea that her son was mentally
defiling her body.

"Mom!" I called out one last time, and then, unable to hold back any longer, a thick stream of semen
spurted , wave after wave of pleasure violently assaulting my brain.

I gasped for breath, having just experienced an unprecedented orgasm, but that damned sense
of guilt and shame instantly overwhelmed me.

I listlessly cleaned up my semen, then tried to open the door, but ultimately lay back down, too weak to move.

"Ah Jie, open the door quickly, are you trying to kill your mother with worry?" My mother's voice choked with emotion.

In the end, I opened the door. My mother and sister saw my haggard and exhausted face, both puzzled and heartbroken.

It was obvious this couldn't have been caused by arguing with Mom; there must have been another reason. But
they couldn't possibly guess that the real reason was because I was already deeply entangled in lust for Mom.

"Ah Jie, is something on your mind? Tell Mom, okay?" Mom looked anxious, completely unlike
the stern and cold she had shown me during the day—this was her true nature!

She gently stroked my hair and naturally tried to pull me into her arms. In the past, this would
have been a perfectly normal thing for us, but now it was completely different. I felt like I'd been electrocuted
and pushed Mom away violently, backing away until I thought she couldn't reach me anymore.

What a joke! With the allure of Mom's body right now, let alone physical contact,
even just seeing her in sexy clothes would make my penis instantly erect if I didn't control myself.
What if my erection pressed against her when Mom hugged me?

But my unusual behavior was clearly incomprehensible to Mom and my sister; they were both stunned.

Mom snapped out of her daze and said sadly, "Ah Jie, do you hate Mom?"

I shook my head without saying a word.

"My dear Mom, how can I explain this to you? I really want to openly hug you,
touch your hair and skin, or comfortably enjoy your warm embrace and gentle caresses, but I
can't enjoy being close to you as innocently as before! Unless you can accept my
inappropriate thoughts about you." I thought helplessly.

"Sigh! It's because Mom was too strict with you, and you resent Mom, right?" Mom still
maintained her misunderstanding, and said somewhat disheartenedly, "Okay, Mom won't be as
strict in the future..."

"Mom, you really misunderstood." I said, without explaining, and rushed out the door into
the bathroom , because I realized that after Mom had touched my hair, my penis had inevitably become erect again.

I ate some food at the dinner table and then left the dining room listlessly.
Chapter Two: Sleeping Together
I deeply realized that when I harbored inappropriate thoughts about my mother, the joy of breaking taboos
was fleeting, like a torrent that, no matter how turbulent, could not escape its inevitable
destruction.

After the ephemeral joy dissipated, a torrent of pain would completely engulf my heart,
causing me to fall into a demonic path and sink into a sea of suffering.

I felt pain I had never experienced before. Since what happened that morning, I had no
energy in class; I was no longer the person I used to be.

Now I was listless every day, almost a walking corpse, unwilling to share my
inner thoughts with anyone. I knew it was impossible for anyone to understand what I was thinking at this moment; otherwise, the situation would be
even worse. I couldn't help but imagine that I might be treated as a mental patient and forcibly sent to isolation treatment.

Actually, I was overthinking it. But I was still young. Although I'd learned
some , knowing that boys experience nocturnal emissions at a certain age, and even
joked about it with my classmates during class, not taking it seriously at all, my textbooks didn't teach me what to do if
I dreamt of my mother and had a nocturnal emission. Was I supposed to ask my
physiology teacher about this? Obviously not, so I could only suffer in ignorance.

My mother had long noticed something was wrong with me, but because I deliberately avoided contact and
communication , she could only watch helplessly, unable to understand my situation, let alone
the root of my problem.

These past few days, there's been a new change at home: my mother suddenly stopped going to work. My sister told me she had quit
her job.

I was very surprised when I heard this. My mother is a semi-successful woman,
but that doesn't mean her career wasn't successful; it's just that while she was successful in her career, she
also took excellent care of her family. So, half of her brilliance was overshadowed by her success as a housewife, but
in reality, she is a very successful woman.

I finally learned from my sister that my mother wanted to open her own beauty salon.

She said, "Mom gave up her career to take care of us. Now that we're grown up,
she should have her own career too."

"So Mom is going to become a career woman," I said absentmindedly.

My sister said, "Of course! Mom has sacrificed so much for us in the past, so we must
support ."

"How do we support her?" I said dismissively, "That's for adults. Why are you always so
nosy ? You interfere in everything! You're too young to be a housekeeper; you're not even fully grown yet.
You can manage her however you want after you get married."

I think maybe because I've just developed a mother complex, I subconsciously hope that Mom
will become a family woman.

As I expected, my words immediately provoked my sister's fury, but I have my own way of dealing with it
: I calmly deal with her raging anger.

Time passed silently as usual, and my masturbation became more and more frequent. Each time, my fantasy
object was my own mother; I've fantasized about every part of her body countless times.
Afterwards I always felt ashamed and guilty. Plus, my sister told me that Mom was trying
to shift her focus to her career, so I started trying to break this shameful habit.

Because I always chose the best time and place to masturbate, and
carefully , no one in my family knows I've developed this
habit. Therefore, the weakness and fatigue caused by masturbation are mistakenly attributed by my mother to studying too
hard .

I need to clarify that I'm currently in the second semester of eighth grade. After this summer,
I'll be in ninth grade and facing my first major exam—the high school entrance exam. Before the Oedipus
complex occurred, I was extremely diligent and hardworking. My mother didn't need to supervise me much; I had this
self-discipline, largely thanks to her. She cultivated a habit of
diligence and studiousness .

My mother hasn't started her beauty salon yet, perhaps wanting to rest more.
However my deliberate distancing has completely ruined her leisure time, and I can tell she's
also very upset.

I think the key to overcoming my inappropriate feelings for my mother lies in willpower, starting with
trying to quit masturbation. But this attempt quickly failed. I discovered
that when faced with the temptation of sexual pleasure, my supposedly strong willpower proved incredibly fragile. It's not
something that can be overcome simply by making a solemn vow. So I thought I should gradually reduce the frequency of masturbation,
achieving my goal step by step. However, after a week, while the frequency did decrease for the first two days
, I couldn't control myself anymore and eventually returned to my original state. All my efforts were in vain.

For the last few weeks of the semester, I was completely troubled by this. During the final exams, I
entered the exam hall listlessly and left listlessly. In this way, I finished my second year of junior high school with
the worst .

Finally, summer vacation arrived. When my mother learned of my grades, she was furious and, together with my sister,
interrogated .

"You better tell me the truth! What happened? I saw you studying really hard recently, how did
you get such bad grades?" my mother shouted angrily at me.

I figured even if you beat me to death, I wouldn't confess honestly, so I said guiltily, "There are always
times when . I tried my best, you all saw that. Maybe my intelligence is declining, but that's not
my fault. Maybe I should take some medicine to improve my intelligence."

"Lies!"

"That's just liars."

My sister watched coldly, but I could tell from her expression that she seemed to be guessing something. She
might not be right, but it definitely wasn't anything good. Her eyes were gleaming with cunning.

Sure enough, after Mom gave me a good scolding, she suddenly blurted out, "Mom,
it seems like my brother's in love. He must have fallen for a girl but couldn't win her over . He's
heartbroken, which is why he's neglecting his studies and his grades have dropped so drastically."

"Ah!" I almost jumped up. "How can you say that? Without any evidence..."

My sister giggled and said to Mom, "Mom, see, I guessed right, didn't I?"

"Ah Jie! Is that so?" Mom was clearly mostly convinced, and her slightly softened expression suddenly
turned .

At this point, I knew completely ignoring it wouldn't work; I had to come up with a reasonable explanation.
But the most crucial thing was to keep my mother from knowing I was fantasizing about her. That would be a much bigger offense than neglecting
my studies . However, I didn't know how to explain it, so I tried to avoid the topic. Finally, I impatiently
said, "Mom, I don't like any girl, it's just… ugh! How am I supposed to say this! I don't know how!
I really can't tell you this! I'm so annoyed! Please stop causing me trouble! I'm going to die!"
As I spoke, I became increasingly agitated, almost to the point of incoherence.

Seeing me acting like a madwoman, my mother's attitude suddenly softened. She gently stroked my head and
said, "It seems something has really happened to you, causing you to fall behind in your studies. Okay, Mom won't
pressure you anymore. Don't worry too much, things will always be resolved."

I felt very comforted by my mother's words, and my heart was pounding. Undoubtedly, my wicked thoughts returned,
but this time I didn't have to worry about my erection pressing against my mother. Since that day, I had been wearing
extra-tight underwear, which largely prevented my restless thing from pressing against
her . I don't think this method was my original idea; I just learned it on my own.

I simply hugged my mother, something I had always dreamed of. My heart was quickly filled with my mother's two soft, fragrant
breasts. I really wanted to immediately ejaculate into that rock-hard thing, but
I would never dare to do it. This is what it means to have lust but no courage. I could only hold my mother's body tightly, indulging in
unrestrained fantasies about her.

"Mom," I couldn't help but call out, my voice filled with exhaustion. Only then did I truly...
I realized that fantasizing is exhausting, and fantasizing about my mother is exhaustion to the power of exhaustion.

My calling her name filled my mother with tenderness, a love as gentle as spring water, nourishing
every part of my body.

That night, I went to bed early, unlike usual, without masturbating before sleep. Strangely,
after fantasizing about my mother while holding her, I felt satisfied, and returned to my room without any further sexual urges.

This was good; I thought I could finally have a pure night.

But this thought hadn't lasted long when my mother suddenly entered my room.

She wasn't wearing shoes, her beautiful, jade-like feet bare. I only noticed her when the light by my bedside turned on
, which startled me and awakened the desire deep within me.

She was wearing a loose-fitting slip dress, without a bra underneath, which was clearly visible from her two prominent nipples
. Her long hair was styled in an elegant updo, very beautifully, like the kind of dark, cloud-like hairstyle worn by women
in ancient times , exuding a woman's languidness and allure. What truly aroused my lust
was her low-cut nightgown, which revealed her breathtakingly alluring breasts. It was like an
abyss , and even knowing it, I still plunged in without hesitation.

My heart nearly leaped out of my chest.

What was Mom trying to do by suddenly entering my room?

Thankfully, I wasn't so foolish as to think she was coming in to initiate incestuous sex. She would never have
such thoughts, and she hadn't yet realized her son harbored such intentions. This was perfect; I had
my chance .

Sure enough, Mom's smile still held the unique kindness and warmth of a mother.

"Are you asleep?" Mom asked gently, lightly stroking my forehead with one hand. Then, she
naturally and gracefully got into bed, pulled the covers over herself, and slept in the same bed with me, sharing the same blanket.

"Uh… not asleep yet," I said guiltily.

"Sleep with Mom tonight, it's been so long since we've slept together."

Of course, I had no reason to disagree; I'd been dreaming about it. Sexual relations were out of the
question, but what more could I ask for than sleeping with my mother, whom I'd longed for day and night?
So I naturally hugged her, greedily inhaling her alluring scent. I wasn't worried about getting
an erection; I always took precautions.

Suddenly, I wanted to stroke her hair, but it was tied up, preventing me from doing so. Without
thinking I blurted out, "Mom, I want to play with your hair..."

My face flushed as soon as the words left my mouth, my heart leaping into my throat.

Fortunately, Mom didn't seem to have considered my intentions. Without hesitation, she readily
agreed, saying, "I'll put it down." Then she gently removed my arms,
sat up, and removed her hair clip. As her long, black, glossy hair cascaded down her back and shoulders, a delicate
fragrance wafted towards me.

Then Mom snuggled back into my bed, hugging me and letting my hands reach behind her. I
finally got to stroke her soft hair. My desire surged.

"Ah Jie, why won't you tell Mom what's on your mind now?" Mom gently stroked my back.

I stopped moving, placing my hand on her shoulder, only then realizing her eyes were filled with tenderness as she
looked at me, a bitter smile on her lips.

For a moment, I didn't know how to answer her question, nor did I dare meet her burning gaze. I
silently her.

After a while, I heard Mom's sad sigh, "It's because of what happened between your father and me, isn't it?"

I thought for a moment, and suddenly felt that this was a reasonable explanation, so I decided to back down gracefully, pretending that
her thoughts had been guessed, and said, "Mom, what... what happened between you two?"

Mom suddenly looked directly into my eyes. Her gaze was gentle, but I felt as if she could
see me.

In reality, she couldn't possibly see into my heart. I think no one in the world, except myself,
could have that ability.

"Ah Jie, this is an adult matter. Don't think too much about it, okay? You just need to know that no matter
what happens to your father and me in the future, I will always love you, and your sister too.
I will never let go of either of you. You are both my lifeblood!"

As soon as she finished speaking, two streams of tears welled up in my mother's eyes.

I was shocked. My mother was crying. I had never seen my mother cry since I was born.
Now she was crying!

I suddenly felt lost and wanted to get up to call my sister, but my mother seemed to read my mind.
She grabbed me and sobbed, "I didn't expect my mother to cry, did I? Why can't my mother cry?
It hurts me so much that you treat me like this!"

"Mom, it's all my fault. I was disobedient. I... I will never do it again..." I
almost , but I knew I couldn't cry now.

I think Mom really cares about me too much. She felt she might lose me and that I wouldn't live with her in the future,
which is why she was so heartbroken and cried. I really shouldn't have lied to her; I regret it so much now!

"Mom, I won't leave you," I said resolutely.

"Then why are you distancing yourself from Mom? Isn't it because Mom is too strict with you?"

"Absolutely not, Mom, I swear, absolutely not. I love you very much, and I don't want to
leave you." As I spoke, I suddenly hugged Mom tightly. It was completely out of impulse,
a rare moment of pure emotion. "Mom, please believe me."

Mom sighed, seemingly uncomfortable being hugged, and pulled away, saying, "Okay,
Mom believes you. Then why haven't you been close to Mom lately, or told me what's on your mind? And why are you always
arguing with me?"

"I..." I didn't dare tell the truth, stammering for a while before making up a lie, saying, "It's because you're
too domineering, Mom. Out of 24 hours a day, only the seven hours of sleep are free. You even have to finish your meals within a certain
time , and you have to go for walks twice a day. I think I'm practically an adult now, and I want
more freedom. But I really don't hate Mom. I still love living with you,
I just hope you won't be so strict with me anymore."

Mom thought for a moment, perhaps recalling the first time we had a conflict—because
I woke up too late for no reason, and she wouldn't let me eat breakfast, which finally made her angry. So she believed me.

"Okay, Mom promises you, I'll give you some freedom from now on."

Mom quickly regained her strict motherly demeanor, gently pinching my cheek with one hand, and began to redefine my
rules. "Mom is talking about some freedom, understand? You don't have to get up so early,
but you can't be past 7:30. If you're bored, you don't have to go for a walk, but you can't
eat for half a day, that's not going to change..."

By the time she finished announcing this, it was already past 1 a.m. Well, I can't sleep past 7:30 tomorrow either.
But I didn't want to protest. I even hoped she would continue. As she spoke, I hugged her,
casually stroking her soft hair, feeling a comfort that went straight to my heart.

After she finally finished speaking, I suddenly felt a surge of excitement and boldly kissed her forehead lightly. Before she
could react, I said, "Mom, I love you."

Luckily, I did it naturally, so Mom naturally assumed my love was pure, a son's
love for his mother. She smiled and gently returned my kiss.

I felt as sweet as if I had eaten honey, and I could almost smell the warmth and
fragrance emanating from where Mom had kissed me.

Perhaps I was too excited at that moment, because I suddenly did something restless: I pulled Mom's hair
all over her chest, her long, smooth, black hair cascading over her two full breasts, making my
heart flutter.

Fortunately, this action didn't seem to cross Mom's line, so she just smiled contentedly,
looking at me without blinking.

"Okay, stop playing around and go to sleep. You can't be up past 7:30 tomorrow," she said gently.

"Mom, give me one more kiss and I'll go to sleep," I pleaded.

Mom didn't refuse. She leaned in and gently kissed my face, then said "Goodnight,"
turned off the light, and closed her eyes.

Chapter 3: My sister
. This was the first time I slept with Mom since she started fantasizing about her.

I slept very comfortably and peacefully that night. I dreamed about Mom that night, but I didn't have a wet dream
, and nothing special happened in the dream. I couldn't remember the details when I woke up.

Strangely enough, I felt very relaxed when I woke up that morning. I woke up before Mom.
It wasn't fully light outside yet, and the morning light was quite weak. When I opened my eyes, I vaguely saw Mom's
charming sleeping posture. Her jade legs were slightly bent, and the shape of her feet was very sexy. Her skin was like solidified cream, and her black hair was still
lazily draped over her chest. That was my masterpiece from last night. It was clear that Mom was sleeping very peacefully, without making any big
movements . She was facing me sideways, and her low-cut nightgown allowed me to admire her breathtakingly alluring breasts. Because she
was sleeping on her side, her breasts were squeezed together, making them even more breathtaking. I secretly envied my baby
self , back when I could always hold those beautiful breasts and suckle to my heart's content. My gaze
moved upwards, landing on her sweet face, and I finally couldn't resist leaning in to kiss her gently and affectionately.

I originally wanted to kiss her delicate lips, but afraid of waking her, I opted for a kiss on her
cheek instead.

My penis was rock hard, less than ten centimeters from my mother's vulva, but I didn't feel the same psychological burden
as before . I knew my mother's sleep was healthy and regular; she wouldn't
wake up easily until the appointed time. I thought that if I masturbated in front of my sleeping mother, or even boldly
kissed , it would be an unprecedentedly stimulating experience. But strangely, I only imagined it, letting time
slip by, even though the plan was entirely feasible, I never put it into action. And I
felt I was simply too lazy to act.

At this moment, in such a beautiful scene, it was an absolute perfect opportunity, a golden chance,
a once
-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Yet, I merely indulged in the fantasies hidden deep within my heart, too lazy to actually masturbate for greater pleasure. How strange!

While feeling strange, I was also pleasantly surprised, because I seemed to see a glimmer of hope in breaking the
bad habit .

In fact, I had never given up trying to break this habit, even when I reached orgasm while fantasizing about my mother's
naked body .

But if I acted according to my current thoughts, could I truly break the habit?

Only time would tell. Let me tell you about this sudden idea: to get closer to my mother,
to try to rediscover the love I felt for her as a son, to dilute my sexual desire for her.

But in the days that followed, it proved to be basically just an excuse for wanting to sleep with my mother long-term.

Yes, from then on, I became addicted to sleeping with my mother. Whenever my father wasn't home, I would brazenly go to my mother's room and sleep in the same bed with her
for the night . Sometimes, my mother
would come to my room to sleep with me.

What struck me as odd was that she never refused my seemingly impolite requests
, as if sleeping with her teenage son was perfectly normal and
nothing to be ashamed of.

I realized this when I was in the second semester of my final year of junior high. In that
year , I managed to reduce my masturbation to about three times a week, which I considered a huge
success, but only if I slept with my mother frequently and fantasized about her when I woke up alone at night.
It was fantasizing, not masturbating.

But it was precisely because I slept with my mother so often that my sexual desire for her grew stronger.
One night, I woke up with my penis so hard it felt like it was about to explode. I almost lost control and
tried rape my sleeping mother right there in bed.

Luckily, I managed to pull back from the brink and avoid making a terrible mistake.

Don't think that just because your mother doesn't object to sleeping with you, you can take advantage of her;
absolutely not.

In fact, she has very clear bottom lines. For example, while I can stroke her hair and put my arms around
her shoulders as we fall asleep, she absolutely cannot accept me holding her in my arms. I can kiss her before going to sleep.
My mother allows kisses on her face and forehead, but absolutely not on her lips, ears, or anywhere below her mouth. I know
these are sensitive areas for women, usually reserved for foreplay with their partners
. Even her hands are off-limits; I can only hold or caress them. There are
other won't go into detail about, but in short, these are her sore spots, and touching them will surely provoke her anger.

While my mother loves me dearly, when she gets truly angry, especially when she's in the right, it
's no joke.

So, while I sometimes fantasize about her while she's asleep,
I never choose to cross her lines.

Getting back to the point, I mentioned earlier that I suddenly realized my mother didn't refuse my seemingly impolite requests at all
, and sometimes even offered herself up in bed with me. This is strange because I
know other mothers wouldn't act this way towards their sons. However, judging from her bottom line, there's absolutely no possibility
she intended incestuous sex with me. From my observation, she doesn't even have the slightest thought of it.

So I racked my brains but couldn't find a reasonable explanation.

I gradually realized that my mother was more different from other mothers. Other mothers,
perhaps before the age of ten, would kiss their children out of love, but after adolescence
, they generally stopped kissing them. But now I'm fifteen, about to graduate from junior high, and
my mother still hugs me and kisses my cheek, maybe my forehead, always so lightly, just a fleeting touch.
Even so, it always makes me feel so good inside.

I really can't think of a suitable explanation. If my mother had any intention of having sex with me, she
defends her boundaries more firmly than a soldier holding a position, making me not even have the courage
to test .

I have to admit that this problem is unsolvable. If I had to find a solution, it would be that my mother loves me too much.

Sometimes there are two women in my bed, one of whom is my sister.

At first, my sister laughed at me for always wanting my mother to sleep with me, but I felt there was no need
to care about her feelings.

My older sister is developing very quickly. Now her figure is almost as full as my mother's,
and she's becoming more and more womanly. I've started fantasizing about her body and masturbating, but it's still relatively rare; I think
about my mother more often. However, I'm certain that I love my sister just as much as I love my mother,
a love that includes both sexual and familial affection.

At this age when I'm just beginning to experience romantic feelings, having these two stunning beauties by my side every day makes it hard for me not to
feel sexually aroused.

But I still don't like my sister sleeping with my mother and me, because it forces me to be much more
obedient . I don't dare to kiss my mother before bed, nor do I dare to reach behind her and stroke her soft hair.

That night, we slept in the same bed, with my mother in the middle and my sister and I on either side.

Nothing special happened that night, but in the morning, I was too scared to get up. Mom thought I was sick
and asked, "Are you feeling unwell?"

I said, "No, just a little tired, I want to sleep a little longer."

Just as I finished speaking, I suddenly realized that my sister had somehow gotten up and was sleeping next to me. I heard
her suddenly scream, then burst into laughter.

Mom asked, puzzled, "Rongrong, what are you laughing at?"

That's when I realized something was wrong! My sister had actually put her hand inside my pants…

"Mom, my little brother had a wet dream…" my sister cried out, as if trying to stir up trouble, her hand covered in my
semen! That brat! How shameless! Doesn't she know what ladylike conduct is?

My face flushed red with embarrassment. This was so embarrassing! How could my sister do this? She didn't even consider my
feelings! I was so angry!

But I was afraid Mom would scold me, so I lowered my head and didn't dare breathe.

To my surprise, Mom didn't scold me, nor did she react with the same
fuss . Instead, she casually tore off a piece of tissue and said gently, "Ah Jie, don't be shy, this is
a normal reaction for boys. Come here, let Mom help you clean it up."

Before I could object, she pulled down my underwear and gently wiped away the semen. She glared
at my sister and scolded, "Rongrong! Don't make fun of your brother. It's perfectly normal for boys to have nocturnal emissions
. Don't you have your period too?"

My sister immediately deflated and stammered, "I just found it interesting because it was the first time I'd seen it.
Hehe , Ah Jie, I'm sorry."

I didn't have time to pay attention to her because I was already experiencing intense pleasure. To clean more thoroughly, Mom
held my penis with one hand, and an incredibly pleasurable sensation traveled from her fingertips to my penis,
causing an immediate and powerful erection! Mom, however, seemed unfazed. She calmly finished wiping me down, pulled up
my pants , and said, "Alright, go take a shower and change your underwear. Don't be embarrassed. What
part of your body haven't I seen? Go on." After saying that, she tore off a piece of tissue and wiped
the semen .

As I was leaving, I suddenly pinched my sister's butt, making her scream.

Immediately, I heard Mom laugh, "Serves you right!"

Seeing that even Mom wasn't defending her, my sister could only endure the pain and not argue with me.

I had just finished running the water to take a shower when Mom suddenly brought in a clean set of pajamas. She laid the clothes on
the hanger, then gently took my hand and softly asked, "Have you been masturbating lately?"

My heart skipped a beat, my mind went blank, and I had no idea how to answer.

My mother reached out a delicate hand and gently stroked my face, saying softly, "It's okay. I
just wanted to tell you that while this kind of thing may make you happy, it's very harmful to your health. You must control yourself, okay?"

I immediately felt relieved. I had thought that after this embarrassing secret was revealed, my mother would definitely not let me off easily,
but she didn't seem to care at all. I couldn't help but feel a little hopeful again and said, "I know,
I... I will definitely control myself."

My mother nodded with satisfaction and asked again, "How many times a week do you masturbate?"

I held up one finger, "Three times."

My mother smiled gently, "That's normal. It seems that even without me saying it, you know how to control yourself, but..."
" You don't have to keep this to yourself all the time, and don't feel like it's something shameful.
Boys this, so there's no need to feel too guilty. Otherwise, you'll feel guilty, and it can
cause problems if you keep it bottled up for too long."

I hadn't expected my mother to be so forgiving. The huge weight that had been pressing on my heart for almost a year was
finally lifted.

I said, "I understand, thank you, Mom."

My mother smiled gently and left the bathroom.

After showering, I returned to my room and found my sister still asleep in my bed. She was wearing a soft nightgown,
which showed off her exquisite figure. Her skin was as white as snow, her lips were red and her teeth were white, and her eyes were like autumn water. She was like a beautiful
work of art. I secretly admired her beauty.

Speaking of which, I should thank her. If she hadn't exposed my wet dream in front of my mother, I
wouldn't have received my mother's gentle care and forgiveness.

I smiled and walked to the bedside. What had just happened... I didn't think my sister... What was so awkward about it now
seemed to be making her embarrassed. She noticed my gaze burning as I stared at her alluring body, and immediately
turned her head away, pretending not to notice.

My heart skipped a beat.

I had never seen my sister so shy before; she was truly beautiful, so feminine, and it gave me a
thrill of conquest.

Without thinking, I climbed onto the bed, lay down beside her, and suddenly opened my arms to embrace her.

She struggled slightly, but couldn't break free of my embrace, so she suddenly looked up and said, "That's enough,
don't push your luck."

I nodded, understandingly replying, "I know, I'm afraid Mom will find out too."

My sister chuckled, and I knew she had finally let go. She adjusted her position to make me
more comfortable, and said, "Little brother, who did you dream about last night?"

In fact, I had dreamed about my sister last night, which was why I had a wet dream. I hesitated for a moment before honestly answering,
"I dreamed about you, sister." My

sister slapped my chest and scolded, "You're so pathetic. I didn't force you, and you already confessed."

Then she asked, "When did this start?"

I said, "It started last year."

My sister said seriously, "Hmm, not too precocious yet. Is it always me you dream about? Aren't there any other beautiful women
?"

Of course, I wouldn't dare say I often fantasized about my mother's naked body and masturbated, but I couldn't say it was always her either.
"Of course it's not just you."

My sister pinched my cheek. "Hmph! So fickle! I've spoiled you for nothing! Confess honestly, what other
beautiful women do you dream about?"

I stammered, "My female classmates, you wouldn't know them."

My sister laughed, "Maybe, but how many of your female classmates are fully developed? Most
have flat chests. There must be some who are more mature, so confess honestly." "

Her open and bold words really surprised me. I said, 'Okay, I'll be honest. I
often fantasize about one of my teachers, a Chinese teacher. She has a great figure, but she's not as pretty as you, sister,
and her skin isn't as fair and delicate.'

My sister chuckled, 'You smooth talker, trying to please your sister?'

She suddenly rolled over and pulled my arm, saying, 'Lie flat, let me rest my head on your arm.'

I lay flat as instructed.

My sister rested her head on my arm and tried to get as close to my body as possible, letting me put my arm around
her shoulder. At that moment, we were like a young couple who had just finished making love and were in a tender state.

I pressed myself against my sister's soft, supple body and felt an instant euphoria, the stimulation no less than
when my mother's jade hand had held my penis.

I realized that from this moment on, my sister's place in my heart would become even more important. After a

while, I heard my sister's comfortable breathing, and she suddenly said seriously, 'Little brother, we
can't have sex.'

'Okay. '" I nodded in agreement, feeling a pang of disappointment. My sister, like my mother, was very protective
of her principles. She had clearly stated hers—never to sexually
assault her.

Just then, I felt a cool sensation on my face; it was my sister kissing me.

I was momentarily at a loss, but my sister remained calm. After the kiss, she rolled her eyes at me and said, "Look at
you, so pathetic. You even fantasize about me in your dreams. I kissed you first, and now you're embarrassed?"

I smiled, wanting to kiss her back, but she stopped me. It turned out there was a prior agreement: "Only kisses on the cheek."

I nodded, my eyes suddenly filled with affection. I leaned closer to my sister's beautiful face and gently kissed her,
lingering for a long time.

My sister reached out and stroked my back softly, saying gently, "Okay, that's enough for so long."

I suddenly leaned close to her ear, my breath quickening, and mustered my courage to say, "Sister, I love you." "

After saying that, I quickly looked at her face.

My sister smiled happily and said, 'No matter what kind of love you have, I'm happy because I
love you too, little brother A-Jie.'

I immediately felt sweet as honey and couldn't help but reach out to stroke my sister's face.

My sister's skin was very soft and smooth, and when I touched her skin, I felt every cell in my body
become joyful.

My gaze suddenly shifted to my sister's chest. She and my mother both liked to wear low-cut nightgowns, and
they didn't wear bras underneath. I could clearly see her alluring breasts.

My sister quickly noticed my gaze, suddenly grabbed my hand, and solemnly said, 'Your breasts are very sensitive
, you're not allowed to touch them.'

Then she announced many other parts of her body that I was not allowed to touch.

I obediently agreed, and in the end, I still managed to win a right
to kiss the back of her hand when it was just the two of us.

'Little brother, it's a deal, you're not allowed to cross the line anymore, understand?' '

Understood.' " "I agreed.

After saying that, I kissed her gently again, and she closed her eyes to enjoy my kiss.
Chapter 4: Sister's Love
That morning, by chance, my sister and I opened up to each other and boldly announced our deepest, unethical
desires.

My sister is eighteen years old this year, the true age of youth, easily moved by emotions. She has always loved me very much."
Perhaps it was at the same time as discovering my morning nocturnal emission that she saw my private parts. A boy's genitals
hold , and in that instant, the affection that was originally for her younger brother
bravely broke free from the constraints of morality and gave rise to romantic love.

However, because we received relatively strict traditional education from our mothers from a young age, we were always
more afraid of the moral consequences than ordinary people. Therefore, the desire we felt at this moment was still largely
restricted by morality.

It was obvious that neither of us dared to let our mothers find out this secret.

At this moment, my tongue lingered on my sister's delicate skin, as if we were one, my nerves completely occupied by
unprecedented sexual pleasure, as if my whole body was about to float away.

Because I had kissed her for so long, my sister had already come to her senses. She cupped my face in her hands and
gently scolded me, "Little brother, you're being silly again! Kissing for so long, what if Mom comes in and we don't notice?"

Hearing this, I immediately pulled away, noticing a faint hickey on my sister's fair face. A little
worried asked, "You left a mark, should we wash it off?"

My sister didn't seem to care, casually wiping it away, saying, "Why wash it? It'll be fine soon."

Then she added, "I felt really good too."

That's when I realized that women also enjoy sex and intimacy.

Since it was getting late, we were worried that Mom would come in and wake us after preparing breakfast, so we had to
get up.

My sister went to wash up, while Mom was busy preparing breakfast. Feeling I had nothing to do, I went to
my sister's room.

My sister was very clean; her room was impeccably tidy, filled with a faint, refreshing
fragrance . On her desk were photos of her, Mom, and me—surprisingly, no photos of Dad. This is understandable,
because my father's preference for sons over daughters was so extreme it was almost incomprehensible. Perhaps
from the day my sister was born, he never really cared about her, treating her with extreme indifference. Therefore, my
sister practically lived in a single-parent family. She outwardly responded to her father's indifference with coldness, but I think
she did want his love.

On the soft bed sat a fluffy cloth panda, incredibly lifelike and cute. It was the one who often kept
my sister company while she slept; I thought I could take its place someday.

Next to the bed was my sister's dressing table, neatly arranged, very ladylike.

I couldn't help but sit in front of the dressing table, facing the mirror, playing with my sister's jewelry.

After washing up, my sister returned with her bare, delicate feet. Seeing that she hadn't dressed up, I
suddenly had an idea. I stood up, gently took her hand, and said, "Sister, come sit here, I'll help you
comb your hair."

My sister smiled and obediently sat down in front of me, so her head was just at my waist.

She handed me the comb, saying, "Then you can comb it."

I saw her face filled with enjoyment in the mirror, her eyes full of tenderness. I really wanted to kiss her, but
I held back.

As I took the comb, I suddenly bent down, leaned close to her head, and deeply inhaled the fragrance of her hair,
sincerely praising, "Sister, you smell so good."

"Smell good? Then smell it to your heart's content," she said, delighted.

I smiled and straightened up, beginning to carefully comb her hair.

My fingers gently brushed past her ear, my fingertips touching her delicate earlobe, and I couldn't help but linger
.

"Silly little brother, hurry up and comb your sister's hair," she urged with a smile.

I picked up a strand of soft hair between my fingers, playing with it adoringly, and said, "Sister, would you like to wear
earrings ?"

She had pierced her ears a long time ago, but she didn't wear earrings often, and I thought they would look beautiful on her.

My sister looked up at me with her pretty face, her eyes meeting mine gently, and asked, "Do you like it?"

I nodded. "I think it will look beautiful on you."

She happily opened a drawer, took out an exquisite jewelry box, and pulled out a pair
of crystal . She handed them to me, saying, "I haven't worn them in a long time. Here, help me put them on."

"Okay," I replied excitedly. As I took the crystal earrings, I took her soft, delicate
hand and, without asking her opinion, brought it to my lips and kissed it gently.

My sister didn't resist; she silently enjoyed the love conveyed by my kiss.

I carefully put the earrings on for her, then gazed at her beautiful face in the mirror, mesmerized.

"Am I beautiful?" my sister suddenly asked gently.

I said, "Of course you're beautiful, my sister! How could you not be beautiful? More beautiful and more holy than an angel!"

My sister smiled contentedly and said, "Then hurry up and comb your hair, we have to rush to school."

She was still wearing a low-cut halter-neck nightgown. The fabric of the nightgown felt very smooth to the touch, and visually resembled flowing
milk. I would occasionally look down and see her deep cleavage. She could see
my actions in the mirror, but she didn't protest, so I became bolder. Suddenly, I reached out and touched her face, occasionally playing with
her soft, black hair.

I said sincerely, "Sister, I'm so happy because of you."

My sister's face lit up with joy. She grabbed my hand and said emotionally, "Sister too."

Then she said, "Little brother, that's enough, no need to comb anymore."

After she finished speaking, she stood up, turned around, smiled, and gently stroked my face with her jade-like hand. "Come pick me up from my
school after school this afternoon."

Since my school didn't have a high school section, my sister and I didn't go to the same school.
The two schools were quite far apart, so we usually went home separately after school.

Now my sister wants me to pick her up after school, so we can be
alone . There will definitely be plenty of sweet talk during that time, though it will be short but precious.

I happily agreed, "Okay."

My sister suddenly said in a commanding tone, "Do this every day from now on, rain or shine, understand?"

It sounded like a romantic date, and I felt an unprecedented excitement. I obediently replied,
"Understood."

My sister said, "Go back and change your clothes, you're going out." Hearing this

, my heart skipped a beat. I suddenly opened my arms and hugged my sister's shoulders, pleading, "Sister, I want..."
"I want to see you... I want to see you changing clothes, okay?"

My sister wasn't embarrassed by my words, but chuckled and said, "No way."

I persisted, "Why not? I've seen your naked body when I was little."

"Hehe, how can that compare? I hadn't even developed yet back then, how can I let you see me now? Don't even
think about it!"

"Sister..." I suddenly pulled her breasts against my chest, feeling a wave
of pleasure, and pleaded, "I just want to see, I've never seen a mature woman's body before, sister...
please let me see, okay? I really want to see!"

But my sister was determined not to give in, forcefully breaking free from my embrace, her tone suddenly
hardening , "Absolutely not! There's no room for discussion, go change your clothes now." Hearing this

, I felt a pang of disappointment. It seemed there was no way I could get my fill of sightseeing today,
so I stopped pestering her. Partly, I didn't want to force her, and partly, I was afraid my sister would really get angry with me.

Seeing my unhappy expression, my sister seemed to feel sorry for me. Suddenly, she gently
kissed me on the cheek, and her expression returned to its previous gentleness. She said softly, "Go change your clothes first. I'll
only wear my underwear so you can see, okay?" "

My heart skipped a beat. I thought this might be a good compromise, so I obediently went back to my
room, changed into my outdoor clothes at lightning speed, and then went to check on my mother, figuring she
wouldn't have breakfast ready for a while. I excitedly went to my sister's room.

Sure enough, my sister was only wearing a white bra and white panties,
sitting sprawled on the bed like a stranded beauty, her full breasts protruding, revealing her sexy buttocks, her beautifully curved calves, and her slender feet, her cute
little toes slightly curved, her insteps like a gentle, flowing slope.

Her fair wrist was slightly raised, her jade fingers holding a strand of hair that fell beside her ear, her head slightly tilted to the left, her eyes looking down like
a bird .

Her shoulders were like those of a sculpted figure, her neck like snow, her waist like a willow swaying in the breeze, her hair slightly disheveled but beautifully framing her bare skin.

She asked tenderly, 'Does this look good?'" "

I was captivated by my sister's beauty, my breath quickened, and my mind went blank. I mechanically replied, 'So beautiful.'

'Then look at her closely. From now on, let her be your object of sexual fantasy. In your dreams,
she will always look like this.'

I thought, even without your reminder, I could do it myself.

My sister didn't give me much time before she finished putting on her skirt.

Seeing that I had come to my senses, she smiled sweetly, suddenly picked up her top and tossed it to me, saying, 'You help me
put it on.'

I excitedly agreed and sat down on the edge of the bed, enjoying dressing her.

My sister is currently a senior in high school, so of course she has to wear a school uniform. The girls at her school wear
short skirts that go past the knees, and collared t-shirts on top.

After I finished dressing my sister, a thought suddenly struck me. I gently hugged her slender waist from behind,
my lips almost touching her ear, and recited the beautiful lines from Tao Yuanming's 'Idle Feelings': 'I wish to be the collar of her garment,
to receive the lingering fragrance of her beautiful head; I grieve for the night when her silken robe is broken.'" I lament the endless autumn night!

I wish I were a sash to bind her slender figure; alas, the changing temperatures may force her to shed her old clothes for new ones!

I wish I were a balm to brush her dark tresses against her drooping shoulders; I grieve for the beauty's frequent bathing, her skin withered by the cold water!

I wish I were an eyebrow pencil, to grace her every glance; I grieve for the freshness of her makeup, which may be ruined by its brilliance!

I wish I were a mat to soothe her frail body in the depths of autumn; I grieve for the need for a brocade mat, which is sought only after a year!

I wish I were silk shoes to accompany her simple steps; I grieve for the constraints of her movements, which leave them abandoned before her bed!

I wish I were her shadow in the daytime, always there to follow her form. East and west; I grieve for the tall trees that provide ample shade, for their shade varies with time!

I wish to be a candle in the night, illuminating your beautiful face between the two pillars; I grieve for the rising sun, its light fading and hiding its glow!

I wish to be a bamboo fan, holding the chilling wind in my soft grasp; I grieve for the morning dew, gazing at my sleeves with longing!

I wish to be a paulownia tree, a zither to play on my lap; I grieve for the joy that turns to sorrow, ultimately pushing me away and silencing the music!

I have been familiar with classical Chinese literature and poetry since childhood, and can recite many famous works. This is not a deliberate attempt to find them,
but spontaneous expression of my feelings. This beautiful passage best expresses my deep love for my sister. "I admire you."

My sister, listening to my rhythmic recitation, quickly became captivated, her body sinking softly into my embrace,
the warmth and fragrance of her skin filling the air. I touched her smooth skin again, a gentle warmth
flowing into my heart.

I could feel her body relaxing; she seemed to have surrendered herself to
me completely.

Her body temperature mingled with mine, we both felt the intense desire within each other,
yet we had to stop ourselves at arm's length.

"Little brother, you're a man who can make women's hearts flutter. When you mature,
many beautiful girls will surely pursue you," she sighed.

When Mom came in to call us for breakfast, we had already parted ways.

At the table, my sister suddenly said, "Mom, my brother and I won't be home for lunch. We've decided to
go to the city library to study." "

This must have been her idea on a whim; I had no idea, but I really liked it.

I just looked up when my sister gave me a smug look.

Mom wasn't surprised, because my sister and I were both in the throes of our studies—I was aiming for
a top high school, and my sister was aiming for a top university. So Mom readily agreed, though she asked with some concern
, 'You don't even rest at noon, can you handle it?'

I said, 'Mom, it's okay. Aren't we going to bed later than before?'" "

Actually, for me, the pressure of getting into a top high school isn't that heavy. I
could get into the school my sister is currently attending.

As for my sister, she's a well-known talented girl at school, but if she wants to get into Tsinghua or Peking University, she'll have to be ruthless and
work incredibly hard to have a better chance. But she might not be willing to leave Mom and me and go to
study so far away by herself. I think she'll most likely choose a top university in our city or another nearby city in the south.
If she performs normally, she'll definitely be fine.

From then on, my sister and I were inseparable, but no one could discover our secret
affair.

Mom was still the same as before, and I secretly loved her, longing for love and sex with her."
But she didn't react at all; it was all just my unrequited love. Her love for me was
a mother's love as deep as the sea. Her beauty salon opened last year, so she's very busy now, but she
still insists on being home before noon and 7 pm to take care of my sister and me. It seems that while she's pursuing
a career hasn't considered giving up her role as a housewife.

As for Dad, we often neglect him.

My sister and I spend every noon together at the city library, studying diligently. My sister is
a humanities student, while I excel in both humanities and sciences. In humanities, my strengths lie in writing essays
and tackling classical Chinese poems; I can easily guide my sister, who started learning three years earlier than me, in this area.

Although my science grades are also good, I'm far from being proficient in high school math, physics, and chemistry.

There are less than two months until my sister's college entrance exam. The day she took her mock exam, her results came out, and
when I went to pick her up in the afternoon, I noticed she didn't look well and only managed a forced smile.
I didn't ask any questions and just went to walk home with her. But then a pretty long-haired girl suddenly walked over and
called out, "Li Rongrong, please wait a moment."

My sister was clearly even more displeased, but she still reluctantly stopped and said to the pretty girl,
"Xiao Yu, do you need something?"

I was sizing up this girl named Xiao Yu without any politeness. She was really pretty, almost as pretty as my sister
, but she seemed more gentle and charming. I instantly came to a conclusion from her eyes: she
was a girl who was gentle on the outside but strong on the inside.

Xiao Yu also looked me over, and at the same time, she didn't say what she was about to say, and asked my sister with
great curiosity, "Who is he?"

My sister said impatiently, "My brother, just say what you have to say."

Seeing my sister's cold attitude towards Xiao Yu, I ignored her.

So what if she's pretty? I have two beauties in my family. I thought to myself.

Xiao Yu, sensing the situation, stopped bothering me and suddenly said sincerely to her sister, "Li Rongrong,
I really didn't mean anything against you in class just now. If you're still unhappy, I can apologize
..."

Her sister suddenly interrupted with a laugh, "Alright, who needs your apology? Do you think I really care about you? It's okay
!"

I was secretly puzzled. What was going on? In my memory, my sister wasn't this fickle.

Xiao Yu also looked confused and hesitated, "You really... forgave me?"

Her sister smiled broadly and said generously, "Yes, I'm not a petty person. I really forgive you
."

What conflict had happened between them in class? Although I was very curious, I didn't press my sister for
details.

It was probably just a trivial matter, I thought. Otherwise, why would my sister be so easy to talk to?

Xiao Yu happily extended her hand to her sister, saying, "Can we be friends from now on? I'm new here, so please
take care of me."

Her sister suddenly grabbed my hand, saying, "No problem, treat us to a meal, consider it a get-together."

Xiao Yu readily agreed, "Okay."

She then hailed a taxi. I hesitated, but her sister pulled me into the car without further ado.

"A beautiful lady is treating you, why are you being so polite?" her sister said with a smile, playfully scolding me.

It turned out Xiao Yu hadn't been in this city long. She said she had to move here because of family reasons,
and with the college entrance exam so close, she had to transfer schools, indicating her family situation was quite serious.

In the taxi, Xiao Yu and I formally introduced ourselves.

Compared to before, her sister's expression had improved dramatically; she was practically a different person. Even I,
someone so close to her, couldn't help but sincerely marvel at how quickly her face had changed!

Xiao Yu didn't suspect anything. Seeing that she seemed genuinely not angry with him anymore, he cheered up and
suddenly joked, "These past few days, I've seen you get picked up from school every day, Rongrong. I thought
it was your boyfriend."

The older sister cheerfully replied, "I should have kept it a secret that he's my brother. I'd just pretend I really have such a
young and handsome boyfriend."

As soon as she finished speaking, the two of us exchanged a knowing glance, secretly enjoying
the thrill .

Xiao Yu said, "It's great that he's your brother. I'm so envious of you. Having such a big brother
is wonderful. At least you don't have to be as lonely as I am now, unable to find anyone close to your age to chat with."

The older sister suddenly looked at Xiao Yu with a half-smile and said, "So, do you think my brother is handsome? Why don't you make him your
boyfriend?"

I was startled. Why was my sister saying such nonsense? And in front of the driver!

Xiao Yu took it as a joke and didn't take it too seriously, saying, "He is very handsome, but you should
keep him for yourself. These days, relationships between older women and younger men are very enviable."

I didn't want to object to her saying that; I truly love my older sister.

My sister didn't protest. She laughed and said, "Fine, don't worry about it. My brother isn't unwanted
. In a couple of years, when he's more manly, there will be plenty of beautiful women vying for him. Don't regret it then."

She paused, then added, "Besides, my brother is a rare talent. Xiao Yu, don't you like
classical Chinese literature and poetry? My brother reads classical Chinese like it's modern Chinese."

"Really that amazing?" Xiao Yu immediately became interested and looked at me. "You can really read classical Chinese
as easily as you read modern Chinese?"

That was true. I really liked the history of the Three Kingdoms, Jin Dynasty, Sui and Tang Dynasties, and Song Dynasty,
so I often went to the library to look up historical materials on these topics. At first, I mostly read
academic works by modern historians, but after reading so many of these works, I gradually
began to . They just found evidence in ancient documents to support their arguments,
and they always copied a few passages of classical Chinese before stating their own views. I felt it was better to just look up historical documents myself,
so I decided to learn classical Chinese.

I didn't mince words, saying, "Pretty much, but there are times when

I need to look things up in the dictionary." "That's much better than having to carry around an entire classical Chinese dictionary to get through it!" Xiao Yu said enviously.
"By the way, I've noticed you two siblings go to the city library to study every noon. I'd like to go with you sometime."
"What?"

I didn't comment, gesturing for her to consult my sister's opinion.

Xiao Yu said, "Rongrong, I'd like to ask your brother to tutor me in classical Chinese. You won't object, will you?"

My sister smiled knowingly, "No problem at all. As long as my brother is willing, you can do whatever you want."

After saying that, she made a phone call to ask my mother for leave.

When the taxi stopped, I noticed that the environment was quite elegant, so I looked out the window and
was immediately surprised. It was the Dragon King's Water Palace, which even had a high-end casino. She really spared no
expense.

My sister probably felt the same way I did. Before she even got out of the car, she said to Xiao Yu, who was paying the driver,
"Just have a simple meal, there's no need to spend so much."

Xiao Yu insisted on pulling us out of the car, laughing and saying, "How can it be simple? I sincerely
want to be friends with you... Oh, and your brother, he'll be my classical Chinese teacher from now on. This meal is both
a friendship banquet and an apprenticeship banquet, so it has to be grand." Seeing her

say that, we didn't try to persuade her any further, so we followed her into the Dragon King's Water Palace.

The meal here was incredibly expensive, so the service was naturally impeccable—you could practically be treated like an ancient
nobleman.

Even so, my sister and I weren't intimidated by the spectacle. We're not exactly naive; we've seen it all before
. We ate comfortably and quietly—because we were taught from a young age
not to speak while eating or sleeping, unless it was a social occasion. But my sister and I both felt that this wasn't a social occasion
.

Xiao Yu, who had originally hoped to use the meal to build rapport, had no choice but to reluctantly accept
the ancient rule of not speaking while eating or sleeping.

After the meal, seeing that she hadn't achieved her goal, Xiao Yu suggested, "How about we go
sing karaoke? We just finished our mock exams, and tomorrow's the weekend, so let's relax."

My sister readily agreed, "Okay, let's go! This time, it's my sister and I treating you." "

Having agreed on this, we ate some fruit and sat for a while before leaving the Dragon King's Water Palace and finding a karaoke bar.

Although there were only three of us, my sister still booked a VIP room, which was very spacious, and ordered a dozen
beers. After the waiter adjusted the lights and equipment and left, we got into the swing of things.

I prefer instrumental music, and as for pop music, I mostly like Chinese-style music.

My sister is quite the karaoke queen, and her voice is pretty good, but if we're talking about who's the best,
Xiao Yu is definitely the best among the three of us.

I think she sings even better than the original singer, so I felt too embarrassed to grab the microphone.

I listened to their sweet voices while drinking and eating, and gradually became a little infatuated.

My sister and Xiao Yu seemed particularly close. I thought they had a fight in the afternoon, and
my sister changed so quickly, even if they made up, it wouldn't be this fast. Now they're arm in arm,
looking just like a couple.

You've got it wrong, they're both women.

"Xiao Jie, don't drink so fast, you'll get drunk easily." "Xiao Yu started calling me that
after , which brought us much closer. But she clearly said she wanted me to be
her classical Chinese teacher, so what kind of student calls their teacher that?

But I didn't argue with the beautiful girl and generously accepted the title.

I said, 'Hmm, you're right. I feel a little nauseous.'

Actually, I didn't really feel nauseous; I was just bloated from drinking and needed to pee. But when she mentioned it,
a crazy idea suddenly popped into my head, and I couldn't help but secretly give my sister a look.

My sister is incredibly shrewd; after receiving my look, she frowned slightly, showing hesitation
.

Xiao Yu didn't seem to notice our actions and said rather nervously, 'Ah, then let's go to the restroom quickly.'

'Okay. '" I answered, glanced at my sister, and went into the bathroom.

I closed the door but didn't lock it. I relieved myself comfortably and waited anxiously for my sister
to come in .

A short while later, I peeked through the crack in the door and saw my sister say a few words to Xiao Yu. Because the music was too loud, I couldn't hear
what she said, but the next moment I saw her walking towards me.

My heart skipped a beat, and my whole body became excited.

After my sister came in, she carefully locked the door and turned to me, saying, "Tell me quickly, what kind of
mischief ?"

I mustered my courage and said to my sister, "Sister, I'm so swollen down there, can you help me?"

As I spoke, I stepped forward, took my sister's hand, and gently kissed the back of her hand.

My sister looked at me strangely and said, "You want me to help you masturbate?"

I nodded repeatedly, "Sister, is that okay?"

"This…" My sister didn't refuse outright, but she was a little embarrassed and said hesitantly, "Xiao Yu is
outside , what if she finds out?" "

I said, 'Let's be careful, she won't find out.'

'What kind of excuse is that?' my sister muttered, then suddenly her eyes lit up with a playful smile.
'If she does find out, then I'll help you take her right there and then. I'm sure
once , she won't dare to cause trouble and will obediently become your woman. How about that?'

'Ah!' I was taken aback by my sister's audacity. 'Sister, are you kidding me?'

'Who's kidding you?' my sister said firmly. 'Hurry up and pull down your pants.'

So, she agreed to help me masturbate! I was so excited that I ignored her audacious idea and
immediately pulled down my pants, revealing my already rock-hard penis.

'Little brother, you're so impressive!' my sister said, smiling as she reached out and grasped my penis.

I felt a surge of pleasure, my pores tingling, and I almost groaned. I exclaimed, 'Sister, your hands are so
soft , practically boneless, it feels so good!'" "

Feels good, doesn't it? You'll be in ecstasy from here on out," my sister said gently, her other hand lightly
around my waist. "Why don't you sit here? It'll be easier for me to help you."

She was referring to the edge of the sink, which was indeed the perfect height.

I sat down as she suggested, sincerely saying, "My dear sister, you're so gentle and considerate, I love you to death
."

My sister smiled sweetly and began to slowly guide my penis, saying, "I'll only ever be
this gentle and considerate to you, my little brother."

I was so moved I didn't know what to say. Waves of pleasure surged from my penis to my brain,
assaulting my very soul. I felt as if I were about to ascend to heaven.

I couldn't help but wrap my arms around my sister's fragrant shoulders, lowering my head to inhale her hair as if breathing in celestial air.
Her soft hair tickled my lips, a pleasant sensation. I moved to her ear, then to her
fair cheek, gently kissing and licking it with my tongue.

"Mmm," my sister suddenly let out a soft moan of pleasure. She was also experiencing
pleasure ! I felt an immense surge of pride; I had brought my sister sexual pleasure!

"Sister, is it good?" I asked, knowing the answer already.

My sister's breathing quickened slightly, clearly aroused, but she maintained her composure as the older sister
, saying firmly, "It is very good, but please don't kiss any other sensitive spots, okay?"

Though somewhat disappointed, I nodded in agreement.

I really couldn't bear to force my sister, and I would respect her wishes even if she showed the slightest reluctance.

At this moment, my sister's speed of stroking increased significantly, which also intensified my pleasure.

We were face to face, only millimeters apart, our breaths mingling. Suddenly, my gaze shifted downwards, wanting to see her
breasts, but she was wearing a school uniform, so I couldn't get my way, and I couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

My sister smiled sweetly, "Don't be discouraged. I'll wear a nightgown tonight without a bra, so you can see
as much as , okay?"

"My dear sister, you're so good to me," I said gratefully. My sister said, "Little brother, I have a
question , and you have to answer honestly."

"Go ahead and ask,"

she gestured with her lips towards the outside, and said, "Xiao Yu is a great beauty, no less beautiful than me, you know. Do you want
her?"

I was slightly surprised, not expecting her to ask me this question at this moment of ecstasy. After thinking for a moment, I
answered honestly, "Of course I have sexual desire."

My sister smiled mischievously, "You're quite honest. So what are you hesitating for? She asked you to tutor her in classical Chinese,
you have a great chance."

I shook my head and said, "I already have you, sister, so it's okay to fantasize about her occasionally."

My sister glared at me, "You're so pathetic. Of course I'm yours now, but what reason do you have
to keep me for life? You have to find a woman you can be open about."

"This..." I was speechless after she said that. Yes, no matter how good my sister is to me, I
have no reason to keep her forever. She will eventually get married.

The thought of my sister possibly having sex with another man in the future made me feel a little sour. My

sister, as shrewd as a devil, immediately saw through my thoughts and smiled gently, "Alright, don't think so
far ahead. Even if I get married, it won't be so soon. You can have me all to yourself for at least seven or eight years.
Aren't you satisfied?"

I felt a little comforted by her words and asked, "Sister, do you have a boy you like at school?"

"What, are you afraid that someone will steal me away?" My sister smiled gently, "Don't worry, I
haven't met any other men I like besides you. Besides, even if I did, how could I
bear to make you sad?"

"Then I'm relieved." I breathed a sigh of relief. At this moment, I was really afraid that my sister would fall for another boy.

My sister said, "Getting back to the point, about what I told you earlier, you absolutely have to make
a move away by some other stinky man."

I said, "But, I'm afraid you won't be happy, sister."

My sister said, "Don't worry about me, I won't be jealous of her. As long as you have me in your heart, that's enough."

I reluctantly agreed, "Then I'll give it a try."

My sister looked down at my penis and said, "You've been using it for so long, how are you feeling? Are you close to orgasm
?"

I was feeling really good, and her words were like an aphrodisiac.

Instantly, my penis was about to explode under my sister's delicate hands. I was panting heavily when I suddenly
jumped off the sink. Without waiting for my sister's consent, I roughly picked her up and held her
tightly , one hand pressing down on her buttocks, her feet already off the ground.

"What are you doing?" my sister asked, a little flustered.

Without answering, I forcefully thrust my penis, which had just slipped from her grasp, against her vulva,
rubbing it
rapidly A torrent of sexual pleasure surged through my brain. After about twenty strokes, a gush of hot
semen erupted, shooting onto her vulva.

I pressed her body against mine with all my might, the ejaculation lasting several seconds. During this time, I
felt her body tremble slightly; for a moment, her whole body tensed, but
quickly relaxed, nestled obediently in my arms.

Although my actions crossed the boundaries we had agreed upon, she didn't blame me.

As she sensed my climax, she gently stroked my head and back, letting me hold her tightly
.

As my climax began to subside, I deeply kissed her jade-like forehead.

It took me a long time to catch my breath; it had been incredibly stimulating, yet also incredibly dangerous.

By this time, I had calmed down a bit and suddenly realized that my sister was nestled obediently in my arms. However, because I
had been holding her so tightly, she was having some difficulty breathing. I immediately released her apologetically and said, "Sister, I'm sorry,
just now..."

"You don't need to say anything, it was very exciting, wasn't it?" my sister smiled gently, without any hint of blame.
Her delicate hand tenderly stroked my face. "I could feel your whole body shaking like an earthquake."

I nodded. "It was very exciting, thank you, sister."

My sister said, "But you mustn't do that again next time. Look at you, you've ejaculated all over my clothes."

As she spoke, she looked down at her short skirt, noticing a wet patch around her genitals.

Seeing this, I felt a pang of guilt and secretly blamed myself. I had really acted impulsively, doing
something so dangerous. I said regretfully to my sister, "Sister, you don't know, it was really dangerous just now,
I almost... almost..." I suddenly couldn't finish my sentence.

"Almost what?" my sister pressed.

I forced myself to say, "I almost raped you, sister! I deserve to die!"

"Pfft!" My sister covered her mouth and chuckled, not caring at all. She said, "Rape your sister? Humph! You wouldn't dare!
You wouldn't have enough guts even if you had a hundred! Okay, stop talking. Let me wash your penis clean, then you can
go out . I still need to wash off the semen you sprayed on my skirt, otherwise if Xiao Yu sees it
... hehe!"

As she spoke, she turned on the tap, her delicate hand holding my limp penis, carefully washing it.
Chapter 5:
In the bathroom, my sister gently washed my penis clean. She lowered her head, and I couldn't help but kiss her
hair, its fragrance filling my mouth.
My sister looked up, giving me a charming glare. "Okay, it's clean now. I'll go out first, so
Xiao Yu suspect anything."

I obediently put on my pants, washed my face, and the excitement from the orgasm gradually subsided.
Then I pretended to have vomited and went out.

"Are you alright?" Xiao Yu asked me with concern.

"It's alright, but we've had enough fun, it's time to go back."

Xiao Yu looked at her sister, seeking her opinion with her eyes.

"Hmm, okay, let's go back now... But there's still some wine left, don't
waste it . Xiao Jie, you're a man, so it's yours."

"Ah... this isn't good, I'll get drunk..." I protested.

My sister glared at me, her pretty eyes filled with sternness, "You dare disobey your sister?"

"Fine... fine."

Helpless, I picked up the bottle and started drinking.

"Rongrong, this isn't good, look, Xiao Jie's face is all red from drinking..."

Xiao Yu suddenly spoke up for me, and I was very touched.

But for some reason, my sister wouldn't let it go, "So what if he's drunk? It's not like there's no one to help him back."

Hearing this, I immediately guessed what my sister was up to, and I was secretly delighted. So she was
creating an opportunity for me, what a good sister she is. So I started drinking heavily, and in no time
I finished the rest of the wine. Suddenly I felt dizzy and couldn't stand up. I stammered,
"Sister... I... I'm really drunk."

"Okay, let's go back then," my sister said, helping me up. "Xiao Yu, don't just watch,
help me too."

We soon reached the roadside, and my sister said she would go flag down a car, so she let Xiao Yu help me walk.

Xiao Yu was indeed a great beauty. Leaning against her fragrant shoulder, emboldened by my drunkenness, I
pretended rub against her snow-white neck.

Xiao Yu's resistance wasn't very strong; she couldn't effectively resist my advances. However, she assumed I was drunk
and acting out of my mind, so she didn't really blame me. But she was probably a little annoyed, just trying to deal with me
.

I was initially a bit out of it, but after inhaling Xiao Yu's fragrance a few times, I felt a surge of lust
and regained some clarity. My sister had just helped me release my pent-up desires, and now I felt a renewed urge.

My sister hailed a taxi, and after helping Xiao Yu into the car, she went to the front seat,
deliberately leaving Xiao Yu and me alone in the back.

Xiao Yu frowned, seemingly lost in thought. With her intelligence, she probably already guessed that my sister was deliberately creating an opportunity for us
. Although she seemed somewhat dismissive of this opportunity, she didn't explicitly refuse it.

I was already somewhat sober, but I pretended to be completely drunk, clinging tightly to Xiao Da Meiren's jade-like arm, and muttering
in my sleep , "I said... I can't drink that much anymore, sister... you insist on forcing me to drink, I don't care
anymore... when we get home, you... you have to carry me upstairs..."

Immediately, I heard Xiao Yu's clear laughter. She said to her sister sitting in front of her, "Rongrong, you've got what you
deserve , let's see how you carry your little brother upstairs..."

"Laugh, you dare laugh..." I only considered Xiao Yu as my sister, so I took the opportunity to hug her neck,
wanting to wantonly defile her.

"Hey...you've got the wrong person..."

Xiao Yu resisted, but I couldn't go too far. I
wouldn't do anything like groping her breasts or buttocks, because I was afraid of really angering her and leaving a bad impression, which would ruin our future
. But my verbal teasing was quite bold. I spoke in a low voice, so low that only she and I could hear,
"Sister, you smell so good, your skin is so smooth...I want to kiss you..."

"Ugh...ah! No, you can't do this to your sister...ah, no..."

Of course, I didn't actually kiss her; I just brought my mouth very close to her cherry-like lips, and she was
terrified .

I clearly saw that her face was flushed red from my teasing, and I knew I couldn't push my luck any further, so I stopped in time
.

I pretended to suddenly feel dizzy and then fell down.

Xiao Yu breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that I hadn't actually kissed her, and didn't care that I had fallen.

So I smoothly landed on her plump, beautiful legs.

Her long, beautiful legs were not only supple but also exuded a fragrant aroma. I inhaled them with a throbbing passion,
a greedy desire rising within me: "I must win Xiao Yu's heart, make her my woman,
and love her as I please."

This desire surged through me like a torrent, instantly taking over my heart and spreading until,
"Not only will I win Xiao Yu's heart, but I'll also get my sister and my mother. I'll make these women my harem."

Xiao Yu's impression of me didn't change because of my drunken actions, and
we .

The next day, she asked me to tutor her in classical Chinese, which I readily agreed to.

Initially, our interactions were accompanied by my sister, but later we
removed her from the picture.

As I gradually demonstrated my exceptional talent in classical Chinese, Xiao Yu finally developed feelings for me. These
feelings began as admiration and, over nearly a year of frequent interactions, blossomed into the nascent outlines of
romantic love .

I don't know whether lust or true feelings played a larger role in my relationship with Xiao Yu.
As I entered puberty, I became increasingly interested in sex and longed to have
real sex with a woman.

However, although Xiao Yu and I had developed a romantic relationship, we hadn't reached
the point where .

I knew this couldn't be rushed. I knew that at our age, it was difficult
to control . And if we didn't control ourselves, it would lead to a big mistake. So I restrained myself. Xiao Yu knew about my restraint.
She didn't offer to help me release my pent-up emotions, but I could see that she was beginning to truly let go of
the psychological burden of our age difference and accept me as her boyfriend.

Finally, we finished junior high school, and Xiao Yu and her sister also finished their college entrance exams. Since they applied to
universities , it wasn't too difficult for talented girls like them, so they weren't worried about failing.

For me, this was destined to be a summer overwhelmed by desire.

At home, I still fantasized about my mother, but I still had the desire but not the courage. I often had
thoughts of raping her, but when I was actually facing her, I often couldn't muster the courage to do anything that crossed the line.

Not long ago, my mother divorced my father, which was a fatal temptation for me. I thought my mother would
truly .

Whenever my fantasies about my mother reached an uncontrollable point, I would always ask Xiao Yu to go out and play,
talk about love, and try to distract myself.

Since my sister helped me masturbate last time, we've become closer, but she won't help me anymore. She
resolutely told me, "I'll spoil you if I do this."

Sometimes she'll allow me to hug her, smell her hair, sleep with her, and wear a low-cut nightgown
so I can see her cleavage, but she just won't help me masturbate anymore.

She holds all the power, and gradually, I started to resent her and
began to avoid her intentionally.

My sister sensed my avoidance and was unhappy, but out of pride, she didn't
communicate with me.

So, our relationship went from close to distant.

This hurt both of us; I knew it, and she knew it too, but we still stubbornly
refused to back down.

This was the first time I'd ever been stubborn with my sister. I used to be very obedient to her, and she was unaccustomed to her always-
obedient brother suddenly becoming disobedient, making her even less likely to admit defeat.

And sometimes, when I felt the urge, I really didn't want to relieve myself, so I learned to suppress it.

But this summer, I just couldn't bear it any longer.

The sudden emptiness after the stress of the high school entrance exam was the direct cause of my unbearable boredom.

I wanted to have sex with a woman, and my target was Xiao Yu, of course. She was already eighteen this year and should
have the same desires.

So, after preparing for a few days, I finally decided to tell Xiao Yu my thoughts: I wanted to have sex with her.

It was a beautiful, sunny day. I called Xiao Yu and told her I had something to tell her in person, and she said
she also had something to tell me.

As soon as we met, I noticed Xiao Yu wasn't in a good mood. I had originally prepared to go all out and tell her
I wanted to have sex with her, but now I hesitated. Should I wait until she was in a better mood?

"What's wrong with you today? You seem unhappy?" I asked, starting the conversation as we walked side by side.

Xiao Yu nodded. "Well, the main reason I asked you out today is... I wanted to tell you..."

Hearing this, my expression darkened slightly, but she seemed unable to continue speaking for a moment. My
heart sank even further. I wondered if she wanted to break up with me. Had she only been playing around with me before,
and wasn't serious?

That was possible. I sensed that she had never fully considered me a boyfriend;
there was still dynamic. Although we weren't related by blood, we were definitely in a sibling-like relationship.
It was normal for her to have any reservations or concerns.

My heart pounded wildly. I didn't want to break up with her. My goal this time was to sleep with her.

Little did I know, Xiao Yu only noticed my sudden change in expression and assumed I had guessed something, which was why she hesitated to
continue After stammering for a while, she whispered, "Xiao Jie, I... I can't spend this summer with you. I
have to go back to my hometown in Jiangsu with my mom to take care of some things."

Her hometown is in Jiangsu; it's a large family with a family business. Since we became a couple, she's
shared a lot of information about her family with me.

Hearing her say this, I breathed a sigh of relief. "You scared me!" Even so,
I still felt a little disappointed to hear she was leaving for a while. "How long?"

"Until the end of summer vacation," she said apologetically. "But don't worry, I'll come back." As

she spoke, she took my hand and coaxed me like she would a younger brother. "I'll be studying here at university, and
I'll come back close to the start of the semester. Then... I'll make it up to you properly."

Although we had accepted each other's feelings and become a couple, we hadn't actually held hands yet.

This was the first time we held hands. She was the one holding my hand; her small hand was soft, seemingly boneless, and very
comfortable. I felt a great sense of accomplishment.

I couldn't resist placing my other hand over hers, grasping her soft, smooth hands as if they were
precious treasures, and began to teasingly caress them.

Her hands were as white as snow, the veins clearly visible, incredibly smooth, and touching them soothed my
senses .

She flinched slightly, clearly only a hint of reserve in her movements; she didn't object to my playful
caresses. My heart pounded, and I secretly thought that perhaps I could take advantage
of her guilt as she was about to leave, and conquer her in bed.

With this thought, I began to push my luck, quickly wrapping my arms around her slender waist and pulling her tightly into
my embrace.

She reacted like a startled rabbit, but before she could struggle, I whispered passionately in her ear
, "Yu, I can't bear to leave you..."

Her prepared struggles vanished at my words, and she willingly embraced me.

We pressed tightly together, and her soft breasts instantly
aroused , my penis becoming erect in an instant.

"Jie, I don't want to leave you either," Xiao Yu said gently.

She finally stopped calling me Xiao Jie; I didn't like her treating me like a younger brother, because she was my
woman.

At that moment, my penis inevitably pressed against her genitals.

Her body trembled, and this tremor resonated within me, creating a sensation so pleasurable it almost made me...
My willpower crumbled, and I took her right there and then.

"Jie...you..." Xiao Yu exclaimed in surprise.

She knew this was a normal reaction, but after all, a man's penis was pressing against her sensitive
area, making it hard to remain calm.

I was also a little flustered, but I quickly composed myself. "Yu, don't laugh at me. A man can't be unable to get hard,
can he?"

"Pfft!"

She was amused by my remark, though it wasn't really funny; I was just trying to hide my nervousness
.

We were both very nervous, embracing each other for a long time without either of us wanting to separate. The atmosphere became a little strange,
like two people who had never climbed a tree before, now that they had climbed it for the first time, not knowing how to get down.

After a while, Xiao Yu took a deep breath and whispered, "Jie...you want me?"

These words struck a chord with me, and I asked nervously, "Yes, are you willing?"

Xiao Yu was silent for a moment, considering before answering, "Actually, I don't want it to be so fast, but if you really
can't resist..."

She couldn't finish her sentence, but she hugged me even tighter.

If I still didn't understand what she meant, I'd be a pig. "Yu, you're so sweet,"

I said, wanting to kiss her.

But then she said, "Where are you planning to do it? At your place?"

"Uh... at my place... my sister's home, but could she stay out of it?"

"No way, your sister's a lecherous woman, she'd definitely peek."

"Then let's go to a hotel." I couldn't very well say we'd go to her place.

"No way..." This time she refused even more firmly, "This is my first time, I don't want to go to
a hotel..."

I couldn't argue with that reason; she just didn't like it.

"Then..."

"Let's go to my place."

"Ah..."

"Fine, don't go then..."

"Go, go, who said I wouldn't go..." I just wanted to make love to her, where couldn't we go? I was incredibly excited,
about to lose my virginity!

"But..." she suddenly pushed me away, pouted, and smiled, "Before that, you have one more hurdle to
overcome."

"What?" I asked.

"My mom wants to see you."

"Ah..."

"What 'ah'? My mom already knows about us. Our situation
is ."

"What do you mean?"

"I come from a prominent family. I've told you that before. A prominent family, especially one in business,
is bound by marriage for the sake of the family's interests..."

"Uh, you mean your family arranged a marriage for you? You already have a fiancé?"

"Sort of, but it was arranged many years ago. Now... you know,
the law doesn't recognize marriage contracts. It mainly depends on whether I'm willing to marry."

"You can't marry him! You're mine!" I said possessively, hugging her tightly.

She smiled, a little playfully, "You're nervous, that's good..."

"Be serious..." I ruffled her hair.

“Okay, I didn’t say I really wanted to marry my…fiancé… Hey, I already agreed…I gave it
to you, what are you so nervous about?”

I smiled and said, “Well, why does your mom want to meet me?”

She said, “I want to break off the engagement, so I need my mom’s support, right?”

I understood, this was my future mother-in-law testing her son-in-law.

“Don’t worry, I often praise you in front of my mom. Although you haven’t met yet, she
already .”

“Then…let’s meet, what am I afraid of…”

“Hmm, that’s more like a man…Quick, get my phone.”

“What for?”

“I’ll tell you my mom’s phone number. She’s still at the company. Go to the coffee shop next to the company
and call her.” She entered a number into my phone, “My mom won’t be home until tonight. After you
meet her, call me, and then we’ll go to my house…”

She didn’t say what happened next, her face turning red.

I couldn’t help but feel my heart flutter, and I hugged her again, caressing her soft hair a few times.
Now, she was going to be my woman.
Chapter Six: Aunt Yuan,
Xiao Yu, takes her mother's surname; her mother's name is Xiao Yuan, as Xiao Yu had told me before.

I waited in the coffee shop for about ten minutes when a beautiful middle-aged woman who looked to be in her thirties approached me.

"Are you Li Jie?"

The woman's voice was very pleasant. She wore a black business suit, black stockings, and black
high heels, which made a pleasant clicking sound as she walked.

She was beautiful, with well-maintained, smooth, and delicate skin. Xiao Yu had told me she was older than my mother
, but she looked like a young woman.

As she spoke, an air of nobility emanated from her, and I was momentarily captivated.

"So beautiful!" I secretly admired her.

She wasn't more beautiful than Xiao Yu, but she possessed a mature
charm attracted me, and I couldn't help but have wicked thoughts—if I could touch this woman…

I snapped back to reality. This woman possessed a traditional air of nobility, like a noblewoman from ancient times who managed the household affairs of a
noble family.

Just then, her beautiful eyes suddenly stared directly at me, her intelligent gaze seemingly piercing through my
eyes and reaching my very soul.

"Could it be that she saw through my lustful thoughts about her?" My breath hitched slightly, and I tensed up,
quickly averting my gaze from her alluring body, trying to suppress that wicked thought.

"Aunt Xiao, I am Li Jie," I said politely.

Xiao Yuan withdrew her gaze from me, her expression indifferent. "I'm busy, don't waste
my time ."

I sensed an arrogance in her tone. From the beginning, she had looked at
me with a condescending gaze. Perhaps she really had seen my desire for her, but she hadn't reprimanded me. "Perhaps such
a beauty like her is used to seeing men's lust for her, so she's become unfazed," I thought
.

"I didn't object to your relationship with Xiaoyu at first, but I suppose she told you she's engaged."
"Is that all?" Xiao Yuan asked bluntly.

"Yes, she just told me."

"Her fiancé will inherit two hundred million in assets. Tell me, what do you have
that's better than him?"

Xiao Yuan's words were very direct, which I wasn't used to, but I didn't
sense ; she seemed to be simply stating a fact.

I thought for a moment and said, "If we're talking about family wealth, I probably won't ever have two hundred million in my lifetime."

Xiao Yuan didn't comment, just looked at me calmly, waiting for me to continue.

I didn't really have anything else to say. Although my family was considered wealthy, compared to two hundred million in assets,
we were practically poor.

Seeing that I didn't continue, Xiao Yuan frowned and said unhappily, "Why didn't you answer my question?"

"Aunt Xiao, actually, I don't know what I have that's better than Xiao Yu's fiancé, but Xiao Yu
likes me, that's a fact." "She told me a fact, and I told her a fact in return.

Xiao Yuan paused slightly. 'Is that your answer?'

I nodded, unyielding. 'That's right.'

Xiao Yuan was silent for a moment, then stopped pressing the issue. 'I heard from Xiao Yu that your grades are
excellent , especially your classical Chinese, is that right?'

'Yes.'

'That's a good strength.' She took a sip of her coffee and stood up. 'I have something to do,
let's end this here for today.'

That's it?

Just as I stepped out of the coffee shop, I heard a car horn. Xiao Yu, driving a white sedan, slowly pulled up in
front of me.

She smiled at me while talking on the phone.

She laughed happily, opened the car door, and let me in.

'Okay, Mom, I'm not talking to you anymore, bye…'

Xiao Yu hung up the phone, leaned over, and kissed me, saying joyfully, 'Jie, you passed!'

'Passed?'" "I was initially a little uneasy, and now that I've heard about the border crossing, I'm still a bit confused. I
didn't answer Xiao Yuan's question; she was clearly unhappy.

'Your mom is really strange,' I said, but then I couldn't help thinking of Xiao Yuan's noble demeanor and mature figure, and
my mind was once again filled with wicked thoughts.

'She praised you for having a talent for negotiation,' Xiao Yu said with a smile.

I pulled her into my arms, stroked her hair, and said flirtatiously, 'So, what about the rest of the time...'

Xiao Yu's laughter stopped abruptly, her face slightly flushed, but she remained poised and confident. 'Here you go, here you go...'

Xiao Yu drove, and we arrived at her house in about ten minutes.

As soon as I closed the door, I couldn't wait to hug Xiao Yu. The desire that Xiao Yu's mother had aroused was
on the verge of exploding.

Because I had no experience, after hugging Xiao Yu, I didn't know what to do next. After thinking for a moment,
I couldn't wait to take off her clothes, wanting to see her beautiful body first.

'Ah... Be gentle, this is my first time.'"

Xiao Yu was already aroused; her breathing was as rapid as mine. She was inexperienced and simply let me
do as I pleased.

Hearing her say that, I stopped trying to undress her.

"The bed… Yu, where's your room?" "

Um… over there." Xiao Yu pointed weakly into my arms.

I bent down, picked her up, and carried her to her room.

"Jie, you're so strong." Xiao Yu wrapped her arms around my neck, a satisfied look on her flushed face
.

I put her on the bed and pressed myself against her.

"Mmm." My erect penis touched her vulva, making her let out a beautiful moan. "Jie
… kiss me… gently, okay?" She

seemed worried that I would impatiently undress her again and roughly insert my penis into her
vagina. I could sense that she actually wanted her first time to be perfect and hoped I would give her more
love. This request wasn't unreasonable at all, so I began to kiss her gently.

The moment our lips touched, it felt as if an electric current instantly coursed through our bodies, connecting our minds and souls
.

I extended my tongue, trying to invade her small mouth.

She didn't resist, gently opening her mouth to let me in. The instant our tongues touched,
both of our bodies trembled slightly. It was a sign of pleasure.

Our movements were still very awkward, as if we were exchanging and learning from each other.

After kissing for about a minute, I started kissing her face, her forehead, her snow-white neck, and finally,
I took one of her earlobes into my mouth.

"Mmm..." The moment I took her earlobe into my mouth, Xiao Yu let out a long moan. I realized how sensitive
that area was. I kissed the area below her earlobe for a while, then kissed it again. During this
time, she kept making moaning sounds that sounded almost like crying, her body trembling and even convulsing.

After a while, I moved my kisses down her neck to her chest, finally unable to resist, and started to
undress .

"Jie..." She noticed my intention and immediately grabbed my hand, her eyes glazed, saying, "Don't be
so hasty. First, caress my whole body, let me... let me experience perfect sex."

"Okay..." I nodded.

I was indeed very inexperienced, while she seemed to have read some articles on sex techniques, or perhaps she was just
making this request based on her own needs.

Seeing me nod in agreement, she released my hand and then added, "Be gentle." She
closed her eyes, looking completely at me, ready to be played with.

I unhooked her bra, and a pair of breasts, each just the right size for one hand to grasp, came into view.

"So beautiful!" I exclaimed, covering them with my hands and gently caressing them.

"Mmm..." Xiao Yu moaned comfortably.

After caressing them for a while, I lowered my head and took one of her nipples into my mouth, gently sucking on it.

"Ah...so good..." Xiao Yu lay beneath me, letting out pleasurable moans, her long, beautiful
legs involuntarily wrapping around my waist.

After playing with her beautiful breasts for a while, I was about to make my move on to her lower body when suddenly
the phone rang.

It was Xiao Yu's cell phone, and we reluctantly stopped.

“It’s Mom.” Xiao Yu glanced at the phone; she clearly had to answer.

She sat up, calmed her rapid breathing, and then pressed the button, saying curtly, “Mom,
what ?”

She was obviously annoyed at being interrupted at this moment.

“What?”

Xiao Yuan said something that made Xiao Yu’s brows furrow even deeper.

“Oh, okay.” Xiao Yu hung up the phone, looking at me apologetically, “Jie, it seems we can’t do it today
.”

I felt a wave of disappointment. “Why?”

“My mom’s coming back.”

I thought, what bad luck! We were almost there, and now we’d missed our chance.

“Okay.” I straightened my clothes, my face grim.

Xiao Yu looked apologetic and came up to me, hugging me.

Her bare, snow-white breasts pressed tightly against my body, and she began to kiss me.

My hand couldn’t help but reach for her breasts again, and suddenly, on impulse, I pushed her onto the bed.

“No… my mom’ll be back soon.”

She gently pushed me away, and I had no choice but to get up.

She quickly dressed, then glanced at my still-erect penis. "Does it hurt?"

"Mmm." I nodded, my eyes filled with desire as I looked at her.

She suddenly leaned closer, sat down beside me, and gently unzipped my pants, reaching out to lightly
grasp my penis.

"Ah..." My penis felt a surge of pleasure coursing through my body as she held it.

"Shall I help you with my hand?" she said gently.

"Mmm." I nodded, my hands moving towards her breasts.

She didn't resist, letting me play with her breasts while she gently began to stroke me. "You have to hurry,
my mom will be back soon... um..."

Before she could finish, I kissed her.

Soon, her eyes were glazed over from my kisses, her body limp against my chest, her soft little hands
still stroking my penis.

"Almost done?" she asked weakly, tilting her head back, panting softly.

"Hmm, a little harder, faster."

"Okay."

She followed my instructions, and soon a thick stream of semen spurted out, landing on her bed.

I let out a long sigh, cupped her head in my hands, and kissed her passionately for a while before reluctantly
releasing her cherry-like lips.

"Aren't you angry?" she asked me with some concern after catching her breath.

"No." "

Really?"

"Really."

So, although we didn't finish this time, I was just a little disappointed, not really angry, because
I felt her thoughtfulness towards me, and was actually quite pleased.

"But... after you come back from Jiangsu, I definitely have to take you down." I said to her with a wicked smile.

She smiled too, didn't say anything, and busied herself getting paper to clean up the semen I had just ejaculated.
During this time I noticed that she was quite interested in my semen, and even examined it carefully. When she realized that I had noticed her
actions, her face immediately turned red.

"What are you looking at? Can't I be curious?" she said coyly. "My mom just called and
said you should come over for lunch. She'll be back soon, so don't give yourself away. Pretend you just arrived
."

"Uh...didn't she tell me she's busy?" I joked.

She gave me a charming glare. "You dare say that to my mom?"

Of course, I wouldn't dare say that to Xiao Yuan. At that moment, Xiao Yuan's mature, beautiful body flashed into my mind.
I had to admit, this proud, mature woman was just as alluring to me as my mother. Now, I was
n't annoyed at being interrupted. "Maybe I can really have both mother and daughter..." I secretly fantasized.

It was obviously a difficult thing to do, but I naively believed, "Nothing is impossible for
a willing heart ."

Xiao Yuan returned.

"Hello, Aunt Xiao." Xiao Yu was making lunch in the kitchen, so I went to open the door for Xiao Yuan.

She remained as aloof and haughty as when we first met, giving me a nonchalant nod before
taking off her high heels by the door, right in front of me.

Standing behind her, as she bent over, her business attire clung tightly to her body, her perfectly
rounded buttocks displayed before me, making my heart pound. Then, I took the opportunity to shamelessly
admire her long, beautiful legs. Even the way she took off her shoes was elegant and feminine; her beautiful feet were stretched out straight,
their beauty giving me an urge to reach out and touch them. I mustered my courage, staring intently at
her lovely feet until she placed the high heels on the shoe rack. Only then did I quickly avert my lustful gaze,
thinking to myself, "Such a beauty, I must get her into bed!"

She suddenly turned around. My heart was still pounding, and my penis, still erect from the alluring sight
, formed a small tent.

"Don't look down, don't look down, don't look down...please don't look down..." I prayed incessantly.

But my prayers couldn't stop Xiao Yuan's gaze.

Her eyes landed unhindered on my erect penis.

"It's over..." I cried out inwardly, immediately lowering my head, no longer caring about Xiao Yuan's expression
. My heart was pounding in my throat.

"Mom's back?" Just at the crucial moment, Xiao Yu came out of the kitchen.

"Yeah." Xiao Yuan replied calmly, then walked past me, blocking Xiao Yu's
view so she couldn't see my situation.

Unexpectedly, she didn't expose me to Xiao Yu.

Xiao Yu smiled and said to me, "Jie, you talk to Mom for a bit, I'll call you when the food is ready."

After saying that, she went back to the kitchen.

I didn't dare turn around, but I felt that Xiao Yuan standing behind me didn't move either.

Everyone was silent for a moment, and finally I gritted my teeth, steeled myself, and said, "So be it!" and
turned around with a stiff upper lip.

But I saw Xiao Yuan's clear, beautiful eyes staring straight at me.

I wasn't going to back down, so I met her gaze.

She frowned slightly, making the crow's feet at the corners of her eyes look even more mature. She seemed surprised by my reaction,
but she didn't say a word, just stared straight into my eyes.

After a while, her gaze shifted downwards, landing on my still-erect penis.

I tried to calm myself, composed myself, and said, "That's just how it is,
there's nothing I can do..."

Hearing this, she looked away from my genitals and said, "Go rinse it with cold water."

"Huh?" I was momentarily taken aback by this.

But she said very seriously, "Rinse it with cold water first, and if that doesn't work, just take
a cold shower."

"Okay, okay..." I replied repeatedly, heading towards the bathroom.

In the bathroom, I inevitably
masturbated , and then fantasizing about holding her horizontally on the bed and playing with her to my heart's content. Because Xiao Yu had just helped me
release, it took a long time to ejaculate this time.

When I came out after washing myself, Xiao Yuan had changed into a soft, flesh-colored nightgown and
was sitting alone on the soft sofa, her bare legs displayed in an alluring pose.

Having just ejaculated, I had some resistance to such tempting scenes, but I still dared not look too long.

“Come sit down.” She gestured to the sofa opposite me and said.

I casually walked over and sat down opposite her.

“Feeling better?” Another unexpected question came from her.

“Yeah, I’m better.” Since she was so calm, I became bolder.

“Doing this kind of thing too much can be harmful to your health. You should do it less often in the future.”

There was even a hint of concern in her tone, which surprised me.

She must know that I had masturbated in the bathroom earlier, and she must also think that I was using her as
a sexual fantasy, but she was still so calm, neither ashamed nor angry. I couldn’t help but be surprised.

She said calmly, “Don’t worry, I won’t make things difficult for you over such a small matter.”

“Okay.” I nodded, but inwardly I thought this woman was really a monster.

“Actually, I had a lot to say to you earlier, but it wasn’t convenient here.” She leaned back slightly on
the sofa , adopting a lazy posture, and looked at me calmly.

I adopted an attentive posture.

"Actually, I just wanted to chat casually, mainly to get to know you better." She
always looked at me as she spoke. "We're not ordinary people. Does it make you uncomfortable if I say that
?"

"No," I replied, looking right into her eyes.

She nodded, offering no comment on my direct eye contact, as if tacitly approving of my actions.
Then she continued, "What I meant was that my family isn't short of money, so Xiaoyu
doesn't necessarily have to marry a rich man. As for the marriage arranged for Xiaoyu by the family, I can
annul it with just one word, but I must have a reason."

"I have to be better than Xiaoyu's fiancé?"

"That's right." She nodded approvingly. "You do have some merits; you don't need to say it yourself. I have
a good eye for people."

"So you've decided to allow me to date Xiaoyu?"

"I do intend to, and when I go back this time, I'll ask them to annul the engagement. You don't need to worry about that."

"Thank you, Auntie."

"No need to thank me. This is what you deserve. I'm also thinking of Xiaoyu. My ex-husband and I had a business marriage
. We separated the year Xiaoyu was born. As compensation, a portion of my ex-husband's assets went to me, and
the Xiao family also agreed to transfer a branch company to my name, but it wasn't until this year that they fulfilled their promise."

"So, you've now essentially separated from the family?"

“Not entirely. This company under my name actually has inextricable ties with the Xiao family. Besides,
Xiaoyu and I both share the Xiao family blood, so how can you say we have no connection? I don't want
Xiaoyu follow in my footsteps. It's not that arranged marriages are destined to end badly, but Xiaoyu has
chosen you, and that's her own choice. As her mother, I should give her the right to choose.”

As we spoke, our eyes never left each other. After she finished speaking, I
felt I had nothing to say, so I remained silent. She stared at me, and seeing my silence, she also fell silent for a moment.
The atmosphere became somewhat awkward. We stared intently at each other; my eyes were starting to sting, but I
refused to give in first.

After a while, Xiao Yuan finally looked away. It seemed I had won this confrontation.

But Xiao Yuan seemed unfazed, as if she hadn't even met my gaze. She casually
asked, "Let's talk about you. Besides completing your studies, what are your future goals, or what
kind ?"

"Well… I haven't thought about it yet." Her composure was almost excessive, leaving me momentarily
speechless .

"It's okay if you haven't thought about it yet. But if you're interested in business, after you get married,
I can hand over the company to you to manage, so I can enjoy a peaceful retirement."

I remained noncommittal.

We chatted for about twenty minutes, mostly her talking, with me occasionally chiming in. To avoid
an awkward situation like before, we tacitly avoided looking each other in the eye.

I sensed from her tone that she wasn't as aloof and superior as she had been when we first met.
Sometimes she would even smile at me, a smile so noble and elegant that
I couldn't resist the urge to conquer her.

Our conversation ended when Xiao Yu came out of the kitchen and said the food was ready.

"Ah Jie, I'll drive you home." After lunch, Xiao Yuan said this to me,
addressing me like this for the first time, as if officially acknowledging me as her son-in-law.

Xiao Yu was surprised, then gave me a delighted look.

"Wait for me a moment, I'll go back and change." She was currently wearing a silk nightgown, and since she was driving me
home , she naturally needed to change into her going-out clothes. She said this as she went back to her room.

"Jie, you're amazing! You even managed to win over a cold beauty like my mom so easily." Xiao Yu hugged my
arm and said to me with a happy face, "I was worried she would make things difficult for you."

I smiled smugly, "With a son-in-law as excellent as me, would she bear to turn me away?"

After saying that, I thought about the temporary separation from her and felt reluctant to part. Suddenly, I pulled her into my arms and kissed her.
Her delicate lips.

"Mmm..." She tilted her head back, her long hair falling straight down. At first, she obediently let me kiss her, but gradually she
began to awkwardly respond, letting out soft moans.

After a moment, she parted her lips on her own, saying somewhat flusteredly, "Mom's coming out..."

I gently kissed her forehead before letting go of her. She whispered in my ear, "Jie, you're amazing
. My mom rarely smiles at men, but you smiled at her the first time you met her, and
she was so friendly, as if you were really her son-in-law."

Just then, Xiao Yuan came out after changing her clothes. "What are you whispering about?"

Xiao Yu stuck out her nose and said playfully, "They're whispering to their lovers, Mom, why are you interfering?"

Xiao Yuan rolled her eyes at her, then said to me, "Jie, let's go."

"Okay."

I said goodbye to Xiao Yu and went out with Xiao Yuan.

At this moment, Xiao Yuan had changed into a white business suit, without stockings, revealing her fair and tender skin.
She wore white high heels, her beautiful calves taut as she stood.

I walked alongside her, somewhat distracted, my gaze stealthily drifting towards the parts of her body that I desired.

She seemed to sense my inappropriate behavior, but acted as if nothing was amiss, which emboldened me.

She had me sit next to her, chatting with me while driving. Actually, she was mainly initiating conversation; I
sensed no restraint in her tone. She spoke very naturally, completely unconcerned about my
constant indecent glances at her body. She seemed to maintain her
noble and elegant demeanor regardless of the situation.

"Over there, we're here." The car finally arrived in front of my apartment building. I felt a pang of regret; I wished I could have
stayed with her longer.

"Ah Jie, wait, I have something to tell you." I was about to get out of the car when she called out to me.

"Aunt Xiao... what's wrong?" I suddenly tensed up, thinking she was going to settle scores later, reprimanding me
for my desecrating gaze upon her body.

But that wasn't the case.

"From now on, just call me Aunt Yuan," she said kindly.

"Okay, Aunt Yuan."

"Well, A-Jie, Aunt Yuan has a small request for you: from now on, you must quit your masturbation
habit ."

"Ah..." I stared at her, dumbfounded, unsure how to respond.

Her tone wasn't harsh, but it carried an unyielding air of authority, and the most crucial thing
... was this question.

How could she so calmly make such a request to a man who might become her son-in-law?

I could only say, she was truly something else.

"I... this, I, sometimes I can't help it..." I said, forcing a smile,
my ears turning bright red in that instant.

"How could you not be able to resist? It's just a matter of whether you want to or not. Aunt Yuan knows you have a lot of energy, but
doing this kind of thing continuously is meaningless and harmful to your health. Aunt Yuan is making this request for your own good, you know?"

"Uh, I know..."

"Actually, I can't verify whether you've really quit, but I still need you
to promise me verbally. As for whether you'll keep your promise, that depends on whether you're truly sincere towards my Xiaoyu."

Hearing this, I was immediately struck by a jolt and said earnestly, "Aunt Yuan, I promise you, from now on,
I will quit masturbating."

"Good, with those words, Aunt Yuan believes you. Go back now."
Chapter Seven: Mother's Chant
It was past lunchtime. My mother often only came home in the evenings these days, so my
sister and I usually ate lunch at home. When I got home, I saw my sister sitting alone at the dining table, with food on the table
that looked cold.

My sister had actually been waiting for me. I couldn't help but feel guilty, wondering if I should take the initiative to apologize to her and
become the obedient little brother I used to be.

My sister didn't greet me; she just started eating as soon as I got back.

I didn't know what to say, so I sat down, intending to eat something casually, but my sister suddenly said,
"Didn't you eat enough at Xiao Yu's?"

"Huh?" My hand, which was about to pick up some food, froze in mid-air, feeling both guilty and embarrassed. "Sister, I'm sorry, I
should have called you beforehand."

"If you're not full, then eat," my sister said, seemingly unconvinced by my apology.

I picked up some food anyway and started eating.

"That's true, you've always been a little reserved when you go to other people's homes, but Xiao Yu is your girlfriend, so you shouldn't be
so polite. Next time you go, remember to eat your fill," she said in a lecturing tone. "

Okay, I'll remember," I thought to myself, probably because Xiao Yu told her I'd eaten at her house. They
were classmates and close friends; Xiao Yu would likely tell her something like that.

"I heard Xiao Yu's mother asked to meet you?" she asked casually.

"Yes."

"Her family is very wealthy. Doesn't her mother object to you two being together?"

"They are very wealthy, but what does that have to do with objections?"

"You think it doesn't matter? Heh, how naive. Do you think love is really that reliable?"

I remained noncommittal on the surface. "My sister should know Xiao Yu better than I do."

"You're right, but I only know her better than you, not completely. Besides,
I don't know her mother. According to her, she listens to her mother a lot."

"Aunt Xiao has already agreed to let me be with her." I didn't understand. In the beginning, it was
my sister suggested that I win Xiao Yu over. Now that I could get her into bed, my sister was starting to
pour cold water on me.

"I can see you're very confident, so I won't say anything more. But, you should
put . Do you really care that much about your so-called love with her?"

"Of course I care."

"Really? Back then, when you wanted to coax your sister to satisfy your sexual desires, you said things like 'I'd be willing to be your servant
...' But what about now?"

"This..." I was speechless, wondering if she was jealous.

"Now that you have your own woman, you don't need to coax your sister to do those things anymore, right?"

I didn't speak, but my heart was unsettled.

Perhaps I really was too naive. Just like I'm getting married, my sister will also get married. Should I...
So selfish as to monopolize my sister my whole life, preventing her from finding her own happiness?

"Bang..." Just then, my sister put down her chopsticks, ran back to her room, and slammed the door shut.

I was stunned for a moment, but ultimately didn't follow.

I cleared the table and went back to my room, reflecting alone—actually, I was just overthinking.

That evening, Mom came home. She and my sister had prepared dinner and invited me out to eat. My sister looked at me
without saying a word, and Mom frowned, saying, "What's going on between you two? Why didn't you even say hello?"

"Hello, little brother," my sister said perfunctorily as soon as Mom finished speaking.

I simply didn't say anything. Mom glared at me, and then the three of us ate in silence.

After dinner, Mom washed the dishes, and my sister and I went to the living room, speechless. Just then, my
phone rang. It was Xiao Yu calling. She had to catch a flight early the next morning and probably wanted to say
goodbye. Before hanging up, she made a small request: she wanted me to call her "Sister Yu."

It wasn't really difficult, but seeing my sister next to me, I wanted to avoid her. But as soon as I stood up, she
glared at me, as if to say, "What secrets do you have that you don't want me to know?"

So I sat down again, cleared my throat, and called out softly, "Sister Yu..."

"You're so quiet, I can't hear you," Xiao Yu protested.

Helpless, I raised my voice, "Sister Yu."

"Hmm, that's more like it. Wait for me to come back, my little brother-in-law."

My phone volume was very loud; my sister, who was standing very close, must have heard Xiao Yu.

After hanging up, I secretly glanced at my sister and found her staring intently at the TV.
Feeling bored, I stood up and said, "I'm going to sleep now," and headed towards the bedroom.

"Sister Yu..." Just as I closed the door, I suddenly heard my sister's voice again,
which . I wondered if she would tell Mom about me and Xiao Yu.

Mom is different from Xiao Yuan; she's stricter. She definitely wouldn't approve of me dating now,
especially with a girl three years older than me.

I anxiously watched for any sounds outside. After a long while, I finally heard my sister say to Mom, "Mom,
I'm going to sleep." Then I heard the sound of a door closing.

Mom responded, and then the room became quiet.

For a long time, I tossed and turned in bed, unable to fall asleep.

Suddenly, the door clicked open. I turned on the light and saw Mom standing by the door, wearing a loose silk nightgown
and a gentle smile. Her hair seemed freshly washed, black and smooth, flowing over her shoulders, highlighting
a languid beauty.

"Mom..." I whispered, a slight tremor running through me.

"Can't sleep?" Mom closed the door and walked barefoot to my bedside.

I nodded.

Mom's nightgown only reached her knees, revealing her slender, translucent legs. Her feet swayed beautifully as she walked
. Her arms, neck, and snow-white cleavage were all displayed to me without reservation.

She sat gracefully on the edge of my bed, her beautiful eyes gazing down at me with a gentle, alluring look. "What's on your mind, keeping you awake?"

My mother had just taken a bath, her body exuding the fragrance of shower gel. I glanced away slightly,
not daring to look at her alluring body any longer, and said somewhat awkwardly, "Well, nothing's on my mind. Maybe I just
woke up too late this morning, that's why I don't feel sleepy."

"You're just lying to Mom." She just didn't believe me, but didn't mention the argument between my sister and me.

"Mom, it's really nothing."

"If you don't want to talk about it,

that's fine. I just wanted to chat with you." "Then tell me about your beauty salon business, Mom. Is it going well?"

Mom nodded and said, "It's going fairly well. In another month or so, it will be stable.
Then I won't be coming home so late every night like I am now."

"Congratulations, Mom, on your success."

"Sweet talk. But to be honest, I haven't had much time to spend with you lately. Are you upset with me? " "

How could I be upset? Mom works so hard, isn't it all for me and my sister?"

"You know that."

"Yes, Mother, I will never forget your kindness in raising me."

"Such a flowery language." Mom glared at me and said irritably, "You think you can
show off in front of me just because you've learned a few classical phrases?"

Even so, a happy look appeared on her face.

I suddenly sat up and looked at Mom seriously, "Mom, I have a question for you."

"Okay, go ahead and ask." Mom looked at me gently.

"Mom, will you remarry in the future?" I asked, my heart pounding with nervousness.

Mom paused slightly, then smiled gently, asking me in return, "So what do you really think?"

"I don't want a stepfather, and I don't want Mom to marry someone else." This was my true feeling, encompassing more than one
meaning. From now on, Mom would only belong to me; my sister didn't count. I didn't want a
man to share Mom with me, but…

"Mom, could it be that you already have someone you like?" I asked anxiously.

Mom shook her head and smiled, just like when I was little and shared some wild ideas with her, and she laughed, pointing out
their absurdity. "Ah Jie, don't overthink it. Let's not talk about the future. As
things , Mom doesn't like anyone, and I've never thought about remarrying. This is mainly for you two.
Finding a man who truly loves me isn't difficult, but finding someone who truly treats you two siblings well is. You are
more important to me than finding another man to be my husband."

Mom's words warmed my heart, and I couldn't help but smile happily.

Seeing my smile, Mom chuckled, "You little rascal, you got what you wanted! You've got me
by your side , are you happy now?"

We each had a different interpretation of Mom's words. I smiled smugly, "I really do want to keep
you by my side for life, Mom. After I finish my studies, I'll definitely work hard for a bright future for you,
so you don't have to work so hard anymore."

"Your filial piety is enough for me. Okay, go to sleep now. Don't sleep in tomorrow.
Don't let me stop supervising you like before and you regress into a lazy pig."

Mom said as she stood up, preparing to leave, and added with a smile, "Aren't you going to say goodnight to Mom?"

Seeing my mother about to leave, I was extremely reluctant to let her go. Impulsively, I reached out and grabbed her wrist. "Mom,
don't go..."

"Hmm? What is it?"

"Mom..." I stammered, "Sleep with me, okay?"

"Okay." My mother agreed and returned to my bedside.

I still held her wrist, and suddenly, I don't know where the courage came from,
I caressed her hand a few times, as if teasing my lover. Instantly, a comfortable sensation surged through my brain
.

But I quickly snapped back to reality. What was I doing? I broke out in a cold sweat, quickly releasing
my mother 's hand, my face flushed, and lowered my head.

I never imagined I would be so bold as to flirt with my own mother.

My mother was stunned, looking at me in disbelief.

I remained silent, waiting for her reprimand. But

after a moment, for some reason, my mother didn't scold me; it was as if nothing had happened. She leaned closer, sat on my bed, and gracefully raised her legs. She sat with her knees bent, looked at me, and her eyes held a complicated expression. "Aren't you going to give Mom some space? It's so cramped, how am I supposed to sleep?" she said absentmindedly. I felt like I'd been granted a reprieve, but then thought I'd misheard. Mom was an extremely intelligent person; it was impossible for me to do something so unreasonable. Didn't she understand what I was thinking…? Could she be thinking the same thing as me? My heart pounded wildly at the thought, overly excited… but then I felt a pang of disbelief … When I looked up, I met Mom's gaze. She really didn't seem angry… I understood her less and less, and my heart pounded with anxiety. Mom looked at me calmly, while I was still in a daze, so I quickly made room for her. Mom smiled at me, then lay down beside me, pulling the blanket over her alluring body. I couldn't help but feel a pang of regret. Mom turned over, lying on her side facing me. My mind raced, and I wondered to myself, could Mom also have the same startling thoughts as me? Thinking this through, I looked at my mother expectantly, but dared not make any move, for the consequences of misinterpreting her meaning would be unimaginable. Suddenly, my mother lovingly stroked my hair with her delicate hand, gazing at me quietly. My heart skipped a beat. I mustered my courage, wanting to reach out and touch her face as a test, but just as my hand was about to touch her, she calmly said, "Be good, turn off the light and go to sleep." I felt a pang of disappointment, but dared not disobey my mother. After the light was turned off, in the dim light streaming in from the window, I could still see my mother's face. She didn't close her eyes, but looked at me calmly, a thoughtful expression on her face. She knew I was watching her, but she didn't speak to me, nor did she look away. After about ten minutes, she finally turned over, no longer facing me. My mind raced, wondering if my mother had some deeper meaning, and I couldn't fall asleep until late at night. But my mother had already fallen asleep, her sweet, baby-like voice emanating from beside me. This disappointed me, but my already restless heart couldn't calm down; an uncontrollable desire began to dominate my consciousness. Finally, I nervously reached out and placed my hand on my mother's sensitive neck, gently caressing it. My mother didn't move, which emboldened me. I tentatively moved closer to her body, but she didn't move. Judging from her soft, steady breathing, she was still fast asleep—truly fast asleep. Realizing this, I was incredibly excited and impulsive. My penis was already as hard as an iron rod, brimming with an unstoppable torrent. My hand, which was gently caressing my mother's neck, began to move upwards, touching her cheek. The skin on my mother's cheek was like a baby's skin, smooth and elastic. Touching it gave a stimulating sensation, and even my soul seemed to tremble slightly. My body had already shifted to my mother's side. I gently lifted the blanket, and in the dim light, my mother's sleeping posture was beautiful and languid. I propped myself up with one hand, looking down at her, my gaze falling on her full breasts, my eyes filled with possessive desire. I watched her high, rounded breasts rise and fall rhythmically with her steady breathing, and at that moment, my penis suddenly seemed to harden again; I could no longer control my desire. Then, breathing heavily, I brought my face close to my mother's full breasts. My mother wasn't wearing a bra, only a soft slip dress, revealing a large expanse of white, tender flesh on her chest, which aroused my lust. Even lying down, I could still see a considerable cleavage, and both breasts were exposed in large sections, like a smooth slope. My face drew closer and closer until the tip of my nose touched one of my mother's breasts, a wonderful softness almost melting my heart. Fortunately, my mother didn't wake up, which made me even bolder. I greedily inhaled the fragrance emanating from my mother's breasts, yet she remained peacefully asleep, completely unaware of my desecration. I gently pressed my face against one of her breasts, then carefully rubbed it. An electric shock-like sensation surged through my nerves, and suddenly all the stimulation concentrated in my penis, making it swell even more painfully. I slowly took a breath to calm my restlessness, and then, without thinking, I straddled my mother . My movements were very light and slow, straddling her genitals, but not actually sitting on them; I merely maintained the straddling position, allowing my genitals to make slight contact with hers. My gaze then shifted to her genitals. I came into this world from that place, and now, it was the place I longed for most. I braced myself on the bed with both hands, maintaining an embracing posture, my legs spread wide in a kneeling position. Then, I raised one hand and gently placed it on my mother's gently rising and falling breast, then lightly moved it down to her genitals. My mother's nightgown was very soft and loose. As I gently stroked it, it clung to her body. Soon, I touched her navel. After all, my mother was middle-aged, and her waist wasn't very...

Slender, which to me only accentuated her mature charm. I lingered for a moment, then continued downwards until
I touched my mother's high, rounded mons pubis.

My hand and my mother's mons pubis were separated only by a layer of soft, almost invisible silk. The instant my hand touched
the tender flesh , my penis suddenly reacted even more strongly, sending a wave
of sensation that was both uncomfortable and pleasurable. I couldn't resist, so I took off my pajamas, leaving myself completely naked. Excited and nervous, I pressed my penis against
my mother's soft mons pubis.

"Ah..." I let out a soft moan of pleasure.

My penis was swollen to its limit, and I couldn't help but gently rub the head of my penis against my mother's mons pubis.

At first, my movements were very slow, very slow, then I began to speed up appropriately, once, twice, three times
... When I rubbed for the sixth time...

"Mmm..." My mother suddenly let out a dreamlike moan.

I stopped abruptly, my heart leaping into my throat...

Thankfully... my mother didn't wake up.

"Incredible..." I secretly rejoiced. At that moment, my lust surged again. I gritted my teeth and, disregarding the consequences,
continued rubbing my mother's mons pubis.

"Sizzle..." Waves of pleasure surged like a summer flood, causing my movements to spiral out of control.
The speed and intensity of my penis rubbing against my mother's mons pubis increased. Simultaneously, I leaned down, greedily kissing
the large expanse of breasts exposed on my mother's chest. I stuck out my tongue, lightly licking the tender flesh of her breasts. "Mmm..."
My mother let out another beautiful moan, just like last time, with a dreamlike quality. She didn't wake up.
Therefore, I no longer held back and began to increase the speed of my penis's rubbing, which made the throbbing sensation in my glans increasingly
intense.

Before long, I felt my penis was so throbbing that I could barely hold back, a torrent about to
erupt , but I desperately didn't want to release it.

Just then, my mother's body moved!

"You bastard!" My mother suddenly woke up, hissing, and forcefully pushed me away.

I was struck dumb, as if by lightning. The instant my mother pushed me away, my mind went blank, and even
the sensation was ignored.

"It's over..." a trembling voice echoed in my mind.

My mother turned on the light, threw my clothes at me, and coldly snapped, "Put them on!"

I didn't dare to breathe and quickly put them on.

My mother glared at me for a long time without saying a word. I didn't know what she was thinking, but her breathing,
which had been rapid at first, gradually calmed down. She remained silent, but her eyes were red with anger.

"Mom... I'm sorry..." I mustered all my courage, but my voice was so low that I
could barely hear it myself.

My mother still ignored me, looking at me as if I were a stranger. My heart was in turmoil
.

I waited for my mother's verdict, but what I received was a look of disappointment in her eyes. She didn't scold me,
but her gaze, as if looking at a stranger, hurt me more than any angry rebuke.

A while later, Mom got out of bed without a word; she was leaving…

In a panic, I jumped up and grabbed her hand, “Mom, don’t go…”

Mom stopped, slowly turning her head, her eyes coldly fixed on me, leaving me bewildered.

When I felt her trying to pull her hand away, I snapped out of my daze and pleaded in a pitiful voice, “Mom, don’t go
… please don’t go!”

“I won’t go. I’ll stay and sleep with you,” Mom said coldly.

The moment Mom left my room, my heart felt empty, as if I had lost my soul, leaving
only a shell.

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