Sweet Forbidden Taste of Forbidden Fruit

On the note Nie Ping left for her son, Su Zhan, she wrote: "Son, do well on the exam. Mom will be waiting for you there (a red lipstick mark)."
She had placed it on his bedside table that morning before leaving; it was a pink note with a faint cosmetic scent, pressed under his watch.
Su Zhan wore the watch every day, and this day was no exception. However, he had gotten up late and, in his haste to grab the watch, hadn't noticed the note underneath.
The day of the college entrance exam had finally arrived, and Nie Ping couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement as she drove. For nearly a month, to avoid distracting her son from his exam preparation, she and he had made a pact of "passing by the door three times without entering." She had thought it would be difficult for a young man like her son to endure, but to her surprise, Su Zhan had truly focused on his studies for the past month, seemingly a different person. On the contrary, she herself had tossed and turned many nights, unable to sleep. Since her sexual encounter with her son, and with her husband not around, the unbearable loneliness was truly unbearable.
Thinking of this, Nie Ping couldn't help but smile, laughing at herself for being such a wanton woman. Although Su Zhan wasn't her biological son, she had been Su Zhiwen's stepmother for almost ten years since marrying him. She doted on Su Zhan, and he treated her no differently than his own mother.
Now, she was indulging in sexual fantasies about her son, reliving the passionate pleasure of their passionate lovemaking. Over the past month, this longing and memory had grown stronger and more agonizing. Su Zhan's youthful, strong body brought her a pleasure she hadn't experienced in a long time, and the added aphrodisiac of ethical taboo seemed to have returned her to her youthful state, full of stimulation, desire, and vitality.
Nie Ping's smile gradually faded, her breathing becoming heavy. The lingering image of her and her son making love in bed acted like an aphrodisiac, causing her vagina to secrete fluids that soaked her panties. She couldn't help but press one hand forcefully against the slightly swollen mounds of her thighs, trying to suppress this inappropriate desire, but instead, she was controlled by it. While driving with her left hand, she masturbated with her right.
"Ah Zhan, Mom's little darling, after today you'll be able to make Mom feel good again, ah," Nie Ping murmured to herself, "Harder, son, fuck me with your big cock, fuck Mom's little cunt!"
Just as she was lost in fantasies about her son and the pleasure of masturbation, she inadvertently noticed a man on a motorcycle watching her through the right window! He saw everything—a woman masturbating while driving! Nie Ping was stunned, her mind blank. She wanted to reach out, but then remembered her fingers were covered in semen. She tried to avoid the man's gaze, looking straight ahead, and slammed on the gas pedal. Her mind was
still buzzing. Her unbridled incest with her son seemed to have made her lose herself, leading her to do something she would never have dared to even consider in the past. After driving for a while, Nie Ping's tense mood gradually relaxed. It seemed the man hadn't followed; he had deliberately turned a few corners and parked the car in a secluded alley. After waiting for a while, she finally felt at ease. This thrilling and unexpected little episode improved Nie Ping's mood. It seemed that spending time with her son, Su Zhan, had instilled in her a lively and cheerful youthful spirit.
The alley was long and quiet, with only a few pedestrians. As she calmed down, she recalled the events surrounding her son. It
probably started around the summer her son was sixteen that Nie Ping began to have "inappropriate" thoughts about him. Her husband, Su Zhiwen, had been away from home for more than six months due to work, and how could the twenty-eight-year-old Nie Ping endure the loneliness? Her son, Su Zhan, at sixteen, already had the air of an adult, and more importantly, the youthful energy he exuded reminded Nie Ping of Su Zhiwen in his youth.
One afternoon, unable to resist the urge, Nie Ping trembled slightly as she pulled her son's discarded underwear in front of her. A strong smell of sweat and fishy odor rushed into her bloodstream with her tentative breaths. At that moment, her pleasure was so intense that she couldn't control the flow of vaginal fluid from deep within her womb; she could clearly feel the dampness through the underwear.
From the initial cautiousness, swayed by taboo concerns and simultaneously intoxicated by forbidden pleasure, she eventually succumbed to the overwhelming desire and long-dormant loneliness, seeking any way to soothe herself.
Her son Su Zhan's masculine underwear became the best prop. Nie Ping didn't know how many times she lay in bed, covering her face with these underwear, panting, and using her fingers to reach orgasm. Eventually, it became a kind of poison.
From then on, looking at her son's strong body would stir her desire; her addiction grew stronger, and the sheer quantity of Su Zhan's clothes seemed insufficient to fully satisfy her needs. However, the constraints of taboo remained strong. On the surface, she was still the same gentle yet dignified mother, even more so than before, to conceal their relationship.
She never considered incest.
At that time, Nie Ping was only secretly infatuated to satisfy her unbearable emptiness; she never thought of letting her son know or giving him any hints. After a period of such restraint, Nie Ping's infatuation with her son gradually lessened. After Su Zhiwen returned, she even began to forget this embarrassing past.
Normal family life continued for nearly a year. Her husband, Su Zhiwen, once again embarked on a long journey away from home. The "affection" she had for her son a year ago seemed like a spur-of-the-moment thing, and this time, Nie Ping didn't think about it for a long time.
Meanwhile, her son, Su Zhan, was experiencing an important turning point in his life, going from dating to his first sexual experience with a girl named Xiaoya. When another summer came, he broke up with Xiaoya. Nie Ping was completely unaware of all this. In her mind, although her son was an adult, he wasn't mature enough for that kind of thing; she still considered him a "virgin" who knew nothing about sex. In reality, Su Zhan was quite knowledgeable in this area. While he wasn't technically proficient, he knew many "styles" that Nie Ping couldn't even imagine.
She couldn't imagine that her image in her son's eyes had changed, just as it had at this time last year. Her son, Su Zhan, had developed a strong interest in mature women, perhaps stemming from his undeniably sexy and beautiful stepmother.
Then, one holiday afternoon not long after, Su Zhan and his classmate Jin Lin came home to play games because there was no place to play ball. Nie Ping happened to be home, dressed casually in a loose long-sleeved top and a soft skirt, and brought them drinks. Nie Ping noticed a fleeting look of surprise in Jin Lin's eyes when he saw her, his gaze lingering on her chest, while her son continued playing games without turning around, completely ignoring her.
As Nie Ping walked out of her son's room, she heard Jin Lin say to him, "Your mom is so beautiful!" Women always feel happy to hear such praise, and for some reason, Nie Ping listened quietly, curious to see what her son's opinion would be.
"Really?" Su Zhan seemed nonchalant. "Are you going to play or not?"
"Seriously, Su Zhan, your mom's figure is amazing, you can't even tell she's..." Hearing someone praise her in front of her son made Nie Ping feel somewhat pleased.
"If you say that again, I'll kick you out!" her son, Su Zhan, said angrily.
"Don't be so hasty, I was just saying, besides, she's not your biological mother."
Nie Ping heard a muffled thud from inside, followed by Jin Lin's shout. Sensing something was wrong, she quickly pushed open the door. Clearly, her son, Su Zhan, had hit Jin Lin in anger. The latter was pressing his head, glaring at him resentfully. When Nie Ping entered, both of them panicked. Jin Lin glared fiercely at Su Zhan and stormed out of the room.
"Why did you hit him?" Nie Ping asked. The way her son had stared at Jin Lin just now was something she had never seen before.
Su Zhan's eyes softened as well: "It's because he said bad things about you."
Jin Lin's praise of her figure was interpreted as bad things by her son. Nie Ping understood the implication to some extent. Although she was somewhat pleased with her son's interpretation, she pretended not to know what had just happened and said, "Why would you say bad things about me if nothing happened? Did you and he have a fight, and you dragged your mother into it?"
"Never mind, if you don't believe me, then forget it." Su Zhan turned around and sat on the bed, as if he were angry with her.
"Damn it, did I hurt my son's feelings?" Nie Ping thought to herself. She quickly sat down behind her son and put her hands on his shoulders: "Mom knows she was wrong. I shouldn't have doubted you. Please forgive Mom, Zhan."
"Mom, do you know what Jin Lin said about you?" Su Zhan asked hesitantly, his head down.
Nie Ping asked with feigned interest, "What?" while thinking to herself: Let's see what kind of lie you'll come up with.
"He said you're very pretty and have a great figure."
"What?" Nie Ping was genuinely surprised. She hadn't expected her son to tell the truth. This answer made her panic. "He shouldn't have said that
about his classmate's mother, but it's not exactly bad talk, is it? Why did you hit him?" After asking this question, Nie Ping felt something was off. A terrible thought surfaced in her mind, making her regret her words. She told herself that she was probably overthinking things, but when Su Zhan stammered out "Mom, actually," Nie Ping still stood up in a panic. "Never mind, Zhan, don't think about it anymore. Mom will go see..."
She stopped abruptly before she could finish. Su Zhan suddenly stood up as if he had finally made up his mind and grabbed Nie Ping's hand. Just as he was about to say something, Nie Ping quickly silenced her son.
Now she understood that her guess was correct. Her quick understanding of this matter probably stemmed from the similar feelings she had had for her son last year, but Nie Ping didn't want it to happen again.
Her instinctive fear of this matter overshadowed her past from last year.
Nie Ping comforted her flustered son with her eyes, then let go of his hand, pulled him to sit on the bed, composed herself, and said, "Okay, now, whatever you want to say, just tell Mom."
Su Zhan shook his head.
"Weren't you just eager to say something?" Nie Ping was somewhat surprised by her son's silence; it wasn't a good sign. "It's okay, Zhan, Mom will understand whatever you say and will forgive you. What can't you tell Mom?"
Nie Ping knew that now was the best time to "educate" her son, as she couldn't let him hide his true feelings. But Su Zhan kept his head down, showing no intention of confessing. She continued to persuade him:
"Zhan, your thoughts are normal. It means you've grown up. Mom is happy for you. If you keep hiding it from Mom, Mom will get angry."
Su Zhan didn't know that his mother had seen through his thoughts. Since that was the case, there was no point in hiding it anymore. However, he knew that his feelings were not what Nie Ping described. Nie Ping only saw him as a child who had just "grown up," while in reality, he had long understood such things and was even quite adept at them.
Under these circumstances, his "liking" for Nie Ping was not a simple liking; it could be said that in Su Zhan's heart, it had already crossed the line of taboo. And for Nie Ping, it was clearly much more difficult than for her son.
Su Zhan decided to stop hiding it and made a clean confession: "Mom, to be honest, I like you, but not in the way a son likes his mother, it's more like a man likes a woman."
Hearing her son actually say it, and say it so bluntly, Nie Ping's heart couldn't help but tremble. She was still prepared to persuade him: "Zhan has really grown up, he understands these things now. It's all very normal..." "
Is it normal for a son to like his mother?" Su Zhan suddenly interrupted Nie Ping, seemingly impatient with his mother treating him like a naive child. "Mom, I've understood this for a long time. It's indeed a very normal thing for men and women to have sex."
Su Zhan almost slapped her son across the face, but she suddenly hesitated, feeling that she didn't have the resolve to hit him. Despite this, she still seemed furious: "Are you crazy? I'm your mother! What would your father do if he knew what you were thinking?"
Su Zhiwen seemed to be a very effective presence, as his long absences emboldened Su Zhan's growing "ambition" towards Nie Ping. However, the father's influence remained; the mere mention of his name made Su Zhan panic. Unfortunately, this influence was only temporary, as Su Zhan realized his mother wouldn't tell anyone. Once he understood this, Su Zhan looked up again and discovered Nie Ping's departure.
Nie Ping knew, of course, that running away wouldn't solve the problem, but she was filled with anxiety. She was afraid to stay, afraid she wouldn't be able to control herself. All her actions were driven by instinct; she harbored a contrary impulse, but now she was too afraid to even think about it.
This emotion could only be slowly processed when she was alone in bed late at night. The "crazy" memory of last year was reawakened and became uncontrollable. In Nie Ping's imagination, a scene appeared of herself and her son entangled together. This image filled her with a mixture of surprise and joy, a powerful, unprecedented sense of release. However, once she opened her eyes, a stronger will controlled her thoughts, completely suppressing those imaginings and repeatedly telling her that the consequences would be disastrous, and that she must remain steadfast in her stance.
Normally, when mother and son met the next morning, an awkward silence would be inevitable. But strangely, this didn't happen. Because both of them had their own convictions, and with conviction comes fearlessness, so there was no awkwardness. Nie Ping got up early to prepare breakfast, and Su Zhan smiled brightly. The two sat down to eat together, just like usual.
Nie Ping had her reasons for feigning composure, but in her view, her son Su Zhan shouldn't be so uninhibited. So, on the surface, she appeared focused, smiling as she watched her son, but inwardly she was troubled. Her son's behavior left her unable to find a reason to get to the point. Just as Su Zhan was finishing his breakfast, she finally couldn't help but speak up: "Zhan, I want to talk to you about yesterday."
"Okay, but I have to go to school now. Let's talk about it when I get back tonight," Su Zhan said with a smile, looking at Nie Ping.
If this weren't her son, Nie Ping would have been deeply troubled. Was her son's inner world really that strong and dangerous? She couldn't believe it. "Then come home early after school."
With a heavy heart, Nie Ping endured a difficult day. She left work early, dressed herself as solemnly as possible, and then slowly rehearsed her words in her mind, considering possible unexpected situations.
Nie Ping's idea was to resolve the matter as peacefully as possible. If her "rebellious son" remained obstinate, she would have to bring his father in to maintain order. If things escalated to the most uncontrollable situation, she would have no choice but to use forceful measures. The most basic principle was to stand firm and never waver.
Su Zhan hadn't appeared yet, so it seemed that the first, most peaceful solution had already failed. She hadn't expected her son to be so late in returning home. Waiting was agonizing, and anger was rising in Nie Ping's heart.
When Su Zhan returned home, it was already late, and the house was dimly lit. The moment he entered, he was nearly scared out of his wits by Nie Ping's furious gaze. He turned on the light, put down his schoolbag, and, seemingly ignoring her anger, said, "Mom, is dinner ready? I'm starving."
"Why are you home so late?" Nie Ping suppressed her emotions, waiting for her son to stammer out so she could explode hysterically.
"Didn't I tell you last time that we'd be having evening self-study sessions starting this week? I forgot about it this morning. I'm sorry, Mom."
Nie Ping painfully realized that it seemed there really was such a thing; evening self-study sessions were being implemented because the college entrance exam was approaching.
Understanding this, her anger vanished, and she began to care for her son: "Then why didn't you eat dinner at school?"
"Because I was already upset that you didn't mention evening study, and I wanted Mom to wait for me at home, so I didn't have an appetite for dinner."
Her son's concern touched Nie Ping, even though she told herself there might be something fishy going on. "Good son, it's rare for you to care about your mother like this. I'll make you a nice meal right away."
"Mom, you're tired too, why don't we just go out for a simple meal?" Su Zhan suggested.
Seeing that her son seemed open and honest, Nie Ping began to wonder if she was being overly suspicious. He had already moved on from yesterday's events, while she was still dwelling on it, constantly "on guard" against her son. Was that inappropriate? She agreed to her son's suggestion and went to her room to change her clothes. When she came out, she saw her son holding a cardboard box.
"What's this?" she asked.
"A gift for Mom," Su Zhan smiled.
With curiosity, Nie Ping took the box. It was an old box, and she didn't know what was inside. She opened the lid, then peeled back a layer of white wrapping paper. Bright red came into view—a pair of brand-new, still-shining high heels. For a moment, Nie Ping was completely captivated by these high heels. It's a woman's nature. After that moment, she looked at her son and asked, "Did you buy this yourself?"
Su Zhan looked at her slyly and said, "I took it from your wallet in your room." Seeing the surprise and anger that immediately gathered on Nie Ping's face, he smiled and said, "Of course not! I bought it with all my savings. Isn't it nice?"
"You little rascal!" Nie Ping scolded him irritably. She closed the box again and said seriously to her son, "Mom can't accept this gift."
Su Zhan looked at Nie Ping with pleading eyes and said, "Mom, these shoes will look really good on you. I think..."
Before her son could finish, Nie Ping interrupted him, "Zhan, let me tell you seriously again, that kind of thing is absolutely impossible. You're just growing up and starting to understand things. You must give up this idea as soon as possible. Luckily, Mom found out about this in time. Otherwise, if it had continued, you would have only gotten deeper and deeper into trouble."
“Mom, you’re right. Actually, I’ve understood things since yesterday. But I bought these shoes especially for you, and I’ve been hesitant to give them to you. Now that I’ve figured it out, I can give them to you openly and honestly.”
Looking at her son’s sincere face, Nie Ping truly believed him. Although the high heels were a bit brightly colored, they were clearly a fashionable style, and naturally, they weren’t cheap. Thinking that her son’s feelings for her were so deep that he had gone to such lengths to buy her a gift, Nie Ping felt a unique kind of emotion. Since they got married, Su Zhiwen hadn’t bought her a thoughtful gift in a long time. When they were dating, she felt like a noble princess; the feeling of being loved was so sweet…

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