Chaos (1-2)

Chaos (1-2)
Chaos (1-2)

Author: laoning123
Chapter 1: Zhuang Zhou dreamt of butterflies, Wang Di cried out in spring.
Late at night, in a bedroom, the air was filled with the scent of male hormones, mixed with the thick, fishy smell of prostatic fluid and the unidentified scent of a woman's passion. The air was filled with the smell of sweat from both men and women. The soft, yellowish light made this erotic scene seem both warm and decadent.

A boy's shorts were pulled down to his knees, and from behind, his shoulders heaved violently. Lying on her side opposite me, a noble and beautiful woman in a pink silk nightgown smiled, one hand propped up beside her head, watching with amusement, completely unconcerned about the glimpse of her cleavage revealed by the low neckline. It was as if she were watching a young man shamelessly masturbate in front of his voluptuous body.

I stroked my thick, hard penis, looking at the beautiful woman's large, soft, snow-white breasts, imagining her alluring, wet vulva beneath her disheveled nightgown, breathing heavily in a deep voice. No verbal communication was needed.

The beautiful, elegant woman watched my desperate, yet powerless state, her beautiful eyes sparkling. She playfully extended a slender finger to my already swollen, purplish-red glans, some clear fluid already seeping from the urethral opening. She gently grasped my terrifyingly large, hard shaft, its veins bulging. The uniquely smooth, slippery touch of a woman's hand sent a jolt of electricity through my spine, making me feel like I was about to explode.

The beautiful, mature woman didn't speak, only wiping my penis with her small hand.

She continued to carefully smear the overflowing prostatic fluid onto my glans, then deliberately and slowly picked up her index finger, which was covered in my bodily fluids, right in front of me. Like an AV actress, she put her finger in her mouth, constantly stirring it with her tongue, digging into her mouth, ignoring the saliva dripping from the corner of her mouth. She sucked hard, making a "plop" sound, pulling out a thin, shiny filament. Her finger, mixed with saliva, glistened under the light!

I thought I'd only ever imagined such a vivid AV scene in my dreams. Based on my reading experience, the next step should have been the endless foreplay of playing with my penis, right?

She lowered her head slightly, opened her small mouth, and slowly dripped some glistening saliva, skillfully applying it repeatedly to my glans. I knew this would act as lubrication, to ensure that the potentially rapid hand friction that followed would bring me just the right amount of pleasurable pain. Fine strands of saliva, still clinging to her fingers, formed a ring around my lower body, deliberately slowing her movements, as if to let me gradually adjust to the rhythm.

Her other small hand slipped under her skirt, gliding over her snow-white, fleshy thighs, and into her vagina. Her index and ring fingers boldly parted her pink labia, her buttocks slightly raised, and her middle finger effortlessly slid into a deep, fleshy opening, thrusting in and out, making a shameful "gurgling" sound, like imitating sex.

Even so, she tilted her head back, satisfied, and began to play with her lower mouth with both hands at the same frequency. The fluid from her two fingers had already soaked a patch of the sheet, making her look utterly decadent!

Her cascading black hair cascaded over her breasts, which were flushed from arousal, and clung to her fair neck with a mixture of sweet sweat and lust. Her eyes were half-closed, half-open, with a hint of moisture at the corners, as if tears of pleasure were about to spill. Her nostrils flared slightly, and she seemed to be emitting dreamlike moans from deep within her body. Her lips, as if they were dry, kept licking her tender red lips with her tongue. Her wanton and absorbed manner made one want to passionately kiss her.

The beauty lay there, masturbating herself in front of me, completely disregarding her own image. I had to suppress the urge to immediately pin her down on the bed and brutally rape her, but doing so only tightened the black rubber band binding the base of my penis, making my swollen, unable-to-release corpus cavernosum ache even more.

I couldn't help but ask, in pain and distress, "Is this really necessary, Mom?"

The beautiful, mature woman, immersed in the pleasure of masturbation, trembled at the word "Mom." "Am I dreaming, Mom?" "

If you think it's a dream, then it is... baby... your daydream."

"But I..."

"Don't you like Mommy's body, hmm?... But baby, you need to know, we are mother and son... mother and son can't do that... if baby really does that with Mommy..."

"It's incest, isn't it, Mommy... but I'm so uncomfortable from this swelling." I deliberately grabbed the little hand that was stroking me, straightened up, and held my purplish-red, shiny glans in front of my mother's pretty face, aiming it at her cheek. It was only a few centimeters away from her nostrils. She should have been able to smell how strong the whitish, glistening semen flowing from the urethral opening was, given how long it had been building up. That

swollen, abused, and unfairly treated penis was right in front of my mother, pitifully swollen with a ridiculous rubber band tied around its base. It was so close that she could lick it with just the tip of her tongue. The shaft was no longer its normal flushed red, but a purplish-red with bulging veins, covered in a white, foamy, unidentified sticky substance. The black rubber band around the base, in particular, had turned white; I remembered reading that prolonged engorgement of the penis could damage it.

My mother stubbornly turned her head away, disappointingly adopting a stern yet loving maternal expression, the kind she wore when disciplining her son. But I thought I saw a fleeting glint of desire in her eyes.

"That's to train your stamina, my dear darling..."

I honestly didn't know if she was referring to me as her "darling" or praising the hot, stick-like object clutched in her hand.

Seeing my pout and displeasure, Mom said again, "Okay...okay...baby, be good...don't be angry with Mom...Mom will make it up to you..." As she spoke, she bent over and knelt on the bed, swaying her huge, teardrop-shaped breasts, and deliberately slid over like a snake, twisting her boneless waist and wrapping it around me. Her thighs also naturally bent and gently clamped my waist, making me unable to move. The mother and son were pressed together in a sitting position facing each other.

Her large, soft breasts rubbed against my chest. Even through the smooth fabric of her silk nightgown, I could feel the changing hardness of her small nipples. Her pink nipples, already hardened from arousal, playfully brushed against mine. My mother rested her head on my shoulder, letting out soft, low moans of pleasure. I knew those were sensitive spots for men, but I had never imagined the immense pleasure this stimulation would evoke.

The smooth, flesh-to-skin contact, the skillful teasing, and the throbbing pain in my lower body made me let out a low, beast-like growl. With my mother using such methods, what could I possibly do?!

I grabbed those two large, soft, teardrop-shaped breasts with both hands without hesitation. The instant pleasure of touching them fueled my lust, and I frantically kneaded the fleshy mounds in my palms, shaping them in various ways. I reached down to remove the soft golden headband around my lower body, then pressed her down beneath me, enjoying the soft body pressed against me, letting all morality and ethics go to hell! If this is a dream, let me release myself completely before waking up.

Just as I loosened the rubber band a crack, a soft little hand grabbed it, pulling me back down onto that huge, fleshy mound. At the same time, a bright red cherry-like mouth pressed against my lips, its words muffled: "Baby, you can't do this... Do you want Mommy to ignore you from now on?"

Hearing this, I could only painfully endure the action. My mother's small, adorable tongue had already slipped into my mouth and started to wreak havoc, teasing my tongue, its soft tip scraping against my teeth, as if a young girl were carefully brushing her teeth to comfort her lover.

"This is a French kiss from Mommy, baby, do you like it?"

I was lost in my mother's intoxicating French kiss, which was clearly not what she really meant. My lower body felt like it was being enveloped in a warm, smooth mass, which made me shudder, but also brought a strange and stimulating pleasure.

I tried to open my eyes to look down, but my mother's hot, wet lips kept landing on my forehead and the corners of my eyes with kisses. Her tongue was licking my long eyelashes, which I was so proud of inheriting from my mother. Her fragrant saliva and teasing tongue were gliding over my eyelids, making it impossible for me to open my eyes.

I stole a glance at the sensation of my mother's arms encasing my lower body. Somehow, a pair of stockings had appeared in her nimble, slender hands. The black, sheer stockings on her small hands were then slipped onto my penis, repeatedly pulling the large glans to its base. The stockings rubbed lightly against my penis, the small hands in stockings rubbing against the glans providing a different kind of slippery stimulation. Around the elastic band, her small hands gently massaged from my testicles onwards. Her

cute little kitten-like mouth licked my earlobe, a few stray strands of hair tickling my face. The seductive voice of my mother was in my ears: "Do you like Mom's stockings?"

The prolonged stimulation made my lower body feel a constant relaxation that was about to erupt. For my mother's "endurance plan" and for the sake of my male dignity, I gritted my teeth and persevered.

Anlu's other small hand started from the base, like the way I loved to peek at my mother putting on stockings. Her movements were gentle, caressing my penis, slowly pulling back that damned rubber band. The stockinged hand continued to play with my testicles in ways I couldn't see, squeezing them like an old man in the park turning walnuts, occasionally gently pushing the small balls inside along the folds with her fingertips.

With a soft "plop," that damned black rubber band was finally out. The blood in my lower body, already engorged but stuck, surged wildly into my penis again. The penis swelled, but I felt no joy whatsoever.

That terrifyingly beautiful hand, which allowed me to enjoy the sensation of stockings while simultaneously feeling the warmth of my mother's palm, was now moving rapidly, no longer slow and gentle, but quick and fast, stroking my erect penis up and down, each time pulling the foreskin all the way back before stroking it again, while also using the soft flesh of her thumb and forefinger to care for every inch of the ridge, bringing me to the brink of ecstasy, my mind going blank, my ejaculation nearly reaching its limit. I never knew my mother's handjob skills were so masterful.

"Aren't you going to cum yet, you little rascal... Remember to say something when you come... You can cum in Mommy's mouth, okay?"

Cum in Mommy's mouth... Cum! ...Cum in her mouth! ...Oh.

"I...I...can't...hold on..." I said intermittently, trying to suppress the urge to ejaculate.

"Baby, not yet..." As if sensing the irregular throbbing of the penis in her hand, Mom's alert little hand tightened, two fingers gripping the shaft to prevent me from ejaculating so easily, while simultaneously slowing the frequency to reduce the stimulation to the penis. Then Mom looked up at me with a seductive smile, opened her small mouth, buried her head between my legs, and took the penis into her mouth with satisfaction, sucking on it and making lewd "gurgling" sounds. My mother's oral sex skills were equally terrifying. In less than five seconds, my back relaxed. "Mom...Mom...I...can't...I'm going to...cum!"

Hearing this, my mother's violent head-shaking slowed. She tucked her loose hair behind her ear, and with my penis still in her mouth, she gave me a lewd look. She slightly opened her mouth, her bright red cherry lips and fine silver teeth gently holding my large, purplish-black, shiny penis, which was covered in saliva and vaginal fluid. She continued to slowly stroke my penis back and forth with her mouth, her eyes filled with seductive allure as she looked at me, her gaze seeming to say, "Cum inside...Cum inside...Cum into your beloved mother's mouth!"

No need to hold back! Roaring, a brilliant white light flashed before my eyes, and I ejaculated all my filthy male essence! It shot into my mother's mouth!

An unprecedented surge of heat rushed down my spine, the stimulation making me tremble involuntarily. As if possessed, I grabbed a handful of sheets. The sheets were warm and damp, making my hands feel slippery. This heat... this was where my mother had just been giving me oral sex. Was all this fluid in my hands my mother's sweat and vaginal secretions?

At first, Mom took my penis deep into her mouth. Because I had held back for so long, I ejaculated so violently that I felt it go deep into the back of her throat. Mom seemed to choke, spitting out some of the shaft, but she still sucked on my glans desperately. My ejaculation was so much that Mom's small mouth couldn't hold it all, and some thick white semen dripped from the corner of her mouth, but she still sucked hard, her cheeks clenching and unclenching until they were almost deformed. I endured the intense pleasure and gently stroked Mom's smooth hair, like stroking a well-behaved little kitten. My mother gave me a knowing look, her alluring eyes seeming to say, "At least you still have a conscience."

Waves of pleasure washed over me, making me a little sleepy.

I closed my eyes, savoring the climax of my long-awaited ordeal, gently stroking my mother's long, black, smooth hair, playfully twirling strands with my fingers.

"You lewd little Ming, you shot so much! Feeling good now? Did you enjoy Mommy's service? Or, shall we do it again?"

The first thing I saw when I opened my tired eyes was a wicked, smiling face, her small mouth full of white semen, with a few drops of my semen also on her face and hair. However, that lustful face wasn't my mother's. "Aunt Leilei!?"

Chapter Two: A Fleeting Erotic Dream?

I jolted awake from the dream, feeling incredibly tired, especially my lower back. I unconsciously reached out, but there was no warm, fragrant body beside me, and the sheets were spotless.

The blinding sunlight outside the window mercilessly told me, "Welcome back to reality.

" "Was that an erotic dream?" I squinted, savoring the wonderful dream I'd just had. How could I dream about my mother? It's strange. Although I've always thought my mother's body was beautiful and I could never get enough of looking at it, this is the first time I've dreamed about doing that kind of thing. It's the first time I've had a wet dream, and the person I'm having sex with in the dream is actually my own mother. Anyone would find it ridiculous. How could I have such lewd thoughts about my own mother? Luckily, it was

just a dream. "It was just a dream."

A strange, bittersweet feeling welled up inside me, along with a little bit of disappointment?

Huh? Why does my stomach feel so cold?

Looking at my wet underwear that I'd taken off, I held it in my hand and gave a wry smile.

"Time to eat. Baby..." Just then, a beautiful woman suddenly pushed open the door and entered my room.

After an awkward long stare, I forgot that I was still foolishly clutching the damp underwear that still reeked of semen!

"Mom!" Seeing the sexual object I had just been fantasizing about suddenly appear in my dream, and in this awkward situation, while my mind was still replaying my mother's lewd moans in my dream, my little penis, which had just softened, inexplicably swelled up again, standing erect and trembling, creating an awkward little tent on the flat blanket.

My mother suddenly let out a surprised "Ah!", then immediately shut her mouth in alarm. Her face gradually flushed. "Mingming, weren't you just... um... hurry up and get up to eat... you have to go to school later."

Heaven knows how much Mom could say in this situation. As she spoke, she seemed to have a fever, lightly covering her flushed face, forgetting to close the door, and ran out as if escaping.

I stared at Mom's slightly unnatural blush as she left, her hurried steps, her full, pert buttocks, her waist maintained like a young girl's—a sway that naturally exuded maternal charm, and I was somewhat stunned.

Looking down at the big swab on the blanket, it suddenly dawned on me that Mom didn't have a cold (duh, a cold in the morning wouldn't make your face red), maybe she noticed this and that's why her face was so red.

Recalling the embarrassing situation just now, I couldn't help but rub my still-erect penis a few times in bed, not knowing whether to scold it or myself: "It's all your fault!"

My name is Wang Yangming, I don't have the courtesy name Shouren, I'm just a junior high school student living in the 21st century. Gender: Male, Interest in women. Hmm... Actually, I like collecting all kinds of AVs. This strange habit originated when I was a child and secretly went to a classmate's house to find a pornographic videotape and started watching it. Since then, as I got older, I started to be interested in matters between men and women, and slowly and thirstily browsed through all kinds of pictures and texts, understanding what vaginas, abalone, anus, buds, and things like steamed bun holes and sheep intestine muddy passages were even more intriguing.

I've never had a father. My mother said he died in an accident when I was very young. But as I got older, I started to doubt her story, because I've never seen a single picture of him, and I've never visited his grave during Qingming Festival.

I remember asking my dearest Aunt Leilei when I was very young, "Other children have fathers, where's my father?" Aunt Leilei never answered, she just smiled and hugged me, rubbing my face against her soft, comforting chest.

Am I a miracle?

My mother, Zhang Jiahe, is 31 years old this year.

My mother and I live alone—no, we're an orphan and a widow—in a house in the suburbs. I remember from as far back as I can remember, we rarely had guests. Only my mother's good friend, Aunt Leilei, would come to see us every weekend and bring me lots of toys. My mother told me that Aunt Leilei lived in the most expensive upscale neighborhood in the city. Aunt Leilei always tried to persuade my mother to help out at her company, but my mother always refused, saying that her current job was her lifelong dream.

My mother is a designer, an office worker. Every day I saw her wearing a black or gray fitted blazer and skirt, a typical office lady look, with various colors and textures of stockings on her long, beautiful legs. She would then drive me to school in the Volkswagen Beetle that Aunt Leilei had given her.

Looking back now, Mom always said that I was more

sexually interested in her stockings than in her. She said that whenever she wore stockings and masturbated me, I always felt I ejaculated faster than usual. Perhaps this was a seed of sexual awakening planted unintentionally by her.

This wasn't the first time this had happened to my underwear; I casually stuffed it under the bed and went downstairs for dinner.

I was a little nervous going downstairs, wondering what kind of expression Mom would have on her face.

But I didn't even have a chance to observe her from the side; I only saw a busy back.

Mom was preparing breakfast in the kitchen, and the tempting aroma was from frying my favorite sunny-side-up eggs.

My mom isn't like she is at the office, with her impeccable makeup and impeccable taste in clothes. — Perhaps only when you're truly relaxed can you see a person's true character.

At home, my mom is carefree and a little careless. She pays attention to skincare but not much to dressing up, often looking rather sloppy. However, with her height of around 1.65 meters, delicate and lovely natural features, and a girlish, innocent smile that's not usually seen in someone her age, coupled with her impressive 32D breasts that most girls don't have, the result is that I think she looks great in everything she wears. She always has her own unique style. (It wasn't until I grew up that I understood that it was a kind of sexiness.)

Aunt Lei Lei told me that my mother studied dance in college and even won awards. When I asked

my mother about it, she was evasive and wouldn't say anything specific, just smiling and patting my hair, saying that was all in the past.

Anyway, this made me understand my curiosity about women and the definition of "sexiness" from the moment I entered puberty—no, from the moment I came into contact with all sorts of "textbooks" about sex. And I was often amazed by the subtle sexiness my mother inadvertently revealed in her outfits, and the satisfying sight of a stunning mature woman (that's what the books say) was visually pleasing.

Now, the morning light streamed through the kitchen window, bathing my mother in a soft, golden glow.

Watching her busy figure, I suddenly felt incredibly distant from her. This feeling made me uncomfortable, and I shook my head to clear my mind. Suddenly, I realized I had never noticed before how beautiful and moving a woman could be at work in the kitchen, like a goddess bathed in sunlight, her purity breathtaking. Even

her casual, homely attire possessed a captivating beauty on her.

She wore a short, tight-fitting gray cotton tank top. In the kitchen smoke, her back skin looked like smooth, white jade. Her jet-black hair, tinged with chestnut brown, was casually styled into a bun at the back of her head, revealing the elegant, long lines of her neck. Following the deep spine below her neck, a pair of pure gray cotton tight-fitting athletic shorts just covered her full, hemispherical buttocks. Below the rounded curves, from her long, shapely thighs, which she maintained through regular exercise, to her equally well-cared-for, smooth, and delicate heels, her taut thigh muscles reflected a healthy, fair, and smooth sheen under the sunlight.

My mother wore gray clothes from Muji, exuding a youthful, casual, and slightly sexy vibe, completely unlike a mother of a woman with a restless teenage boy.

The tight gray shorts, made of soft cotton, were clearly not quite the right fit, and with each movement, a glimpse of her fair skin at the waist caught my eye. The waistband was slightly damp from exercise, tightly outlining the beautiful shape of her buttocks, and there was no sign of a thong. Hmm? My mother wasn't wearing underwear?

What surprised me even more was the bulge I noticed below her buttocks—was that the fullness of a mature woman's genitals?

How could I have such lewd thoughts, especially since the object of my affections was my own mother? My throat suddenly went dry. Is this what women are like? My mother's body was more beautiful than ever before.

Years later, after experiencing so much, thinking back to that day always makes me realize that people don't grow old gradually, but rather in an instant.

It's ridiculous, like something out of a cliché erotic novel, that for the first time in 16 years I've discovered the long-standing fact that my beautiful mother is an alluring, mature woman, and recalling the lustful, breathy scenes of my mother in my dream, my glans uncontrollably swelled within my loose shorts.

My mother busied herself, swaying her hips as she hummed an unknown, cheerful tune. Faint, dark stains dotted the back of her tank top, the waistband of her pants, and her crotch—probably from practicing yoga on TV. Afterward, she went to wake me, as usual, but…

I remembered the erotic dream I'd just had, and my lower body involuntarily stirred again.

My mother wiped the fine sweat from her forehead, twisted her waist to scoop the fried eggs onto a plate, and

looked at the few strands of hair clinging to her face, a loving smile on her face. A warm feeling welled up inside me, as if touched by something: "Mom, let me help you."

"You can't even fry an egg, all you can do is eat. Just sit there and wait for your meal."

I had no choice but to sit back down awkwardly. Actually, I couldn't get up; if my underwear bulged out, it would only make things more embarrassing.

I sat at the table, feeling both resentful and helpless, absentmindedly eating my bread and eggs, glancing at my mother across from me from time to time. She was wearing frameless glasses with black temples, intently reading the newspaper, occasionally taking a small sip of milk from the glass next to her, and using chopsticks to fork a fried sausage to her lips, taking small bites. Her cute little cat-like mouth seemed to be making some kind of noise from time to time.

I noticed some milk residue at the corner of my mother's mouth, and my mind involuntarily drifted to lewd thoughts.

The scene of my mother only taking a small bite of sausage and letting it linger at her lips fueled my imagination—in my dream, my mother was biting my purplish-red glans, grinning foolishly, drool dripping from her mouth in a daze… I chuckled wickedly.

When Mom looked up and saw my dazed and lecherous expression, and then remembered the big bulge on the sheets she'd seen on her son's bedsheet that morning, she blushed slightly. She then pretended to be angry: "Why aren't you eating? You're just staring at Mom."

I was taken aback and blurted out, "Mommy is so beautiful... Mommy is the most beautiful woman I've ever seen." As soon as I said it, I cursed myself for saying such a blunt and idiotic thing.

Women really do love to hear compliments. My mother was amused by my reply, but she still had to pretend to be lecturing. "You little rascal, so glib! You're so young and already talking like a woman... Sigh... Mom's getting old, I can't keep up with you young people."

I saw the little bit of pride hidden deep in my mother's eyes, and I thought that if she knew what I was thinking, she'd probably beat me half to death.

"How could that be? In my heart, Mom will always be young and invincible."

My mother scolded, "You're just as inappropriate when you talk to your female classmates at school."

"They're young, after all," I replied carelessly.

"So you mean Mom is old?"

I looked at Mom's cute pouting face, pretending to be angry, and could only chuckle awkwardly.

Mom quickly finished eating and went inside to change her clothes, urging me to finish eating quickly so I could change for school.

It was always the same. I don't know when it started, but I always deliberately ate very slowly, waiting for Mom to come inside so I could quickly get dressed and then sit at the table to continue eating slowly and deliberately.

Because this was the happiest time of my day, watching Mom wearing all sorts of business suits, touching up her makeup in front of the mirror by the door, sometimes striking different poses, all the while asking me without turning her head, "Does Mom look good in this?" Every time, I just want to see my mom quickly adjust her stockings, gently stroking her beautiful legs. Full of anticipation, I nod vigorously in agreement.

The sound of footsteps behind me, the sweet scent in the air, and my mom's bright, cheerful smile all indicate a vibrant day.

But the first thing I notice, as usual, is my mom's two beautiful legs. Today, the stockings she's wearing are really different from usual, though I can't quite put my finger on it. The black, sheer velvet fabric, paired with my favorite classic office lady suit, is a living, breathing uniform temptation.

I gazed at my mother's beautiful profile as she dressed in front of the mirror by the door. Her slender, shapely legs, encased in delicate black stockings beneath her black business skirt, gleamed strangely on her thighs. My penis, hidden in my shorts, involuntarily swelled, chafing uncomfortably against the stiff denim.

"Oh, Mom, I suddenly have a stomachache. Go downstairs and wait for me," I said, avoiding my mother's suspicious gaze, pretending not to hear her old refrain of "lazy donkeys rubbing against their genitals," concealing my embarrassing physical reaction, and scurried into the bathroom.

As soon as I entered the bathroom, I immediately locked the door, pulled down my shorts, and took out my throbbing penis. While thinking about the beautiful legs in stockings I had just seen, and recalling the unfinished sex battle in my dream, I imagined a long-haired beauty and me in this small space. She was holding onto the wall with both hands, trying to stick out her sexy little buttocks, swaying them provocatively, teasing my desire, and welcoming my increasingly intense penetration.

As I masturbated my thick, swollen penis, the usually blurry face of the imagined hot woman slowly became clearer, eventually merging with my mother's face. Accompanied by the stimulating pleasure of imagining myself raping my own beautiful mother in the bathroom, I reached the peak of pleasure before ejaculation. Unconsciously, I murmured, "Oh Mommy... I want to fuck you... I... want..."

Thick, murky semen gushed from the source of my sin. I gasped for breath, leaning against the cold bathroom tiles, a wave of guilt washing over me. How could I have such lewd thoughts, fantasizing about my own beautiful mother as the object of my sexual desires? This is unethical and morally unacceptable! Am I truly an immoral son? Born with this evil seed? But then again, I deeply respect my beloved mother. So many years have passed… And… wouldn't that be comfortable for her too… Wang Yangming, what are you thinking!

My mind was getting increasingly confused when I heard my mother yelling at me, "You brat, are you dead in the toilet? Come out or I'll be late for work!"

I hurriedly stuffed my "weapon" back into my pants, frantically pulling out tissues to wipe the large puddle of thick, white semen from the floor tiles, destroying the evidence while replying, "Coming right out!"

Comfortably seated in the passenger seat, I noticed my mother's displeased expression.

"Our young master has finally decided to go out,"

she said irritably. I could only manage an awkward laugh. My gaze drifted down my mother's thighs. The black stockings clinging tightly to my mother's beautiful legs—I initially mistook them for ordinary, but now I realized I was wrong.

Bathed in sunlight, the black stockings on her thighs shimmered like a galaxy of stars in the night sky, the glimpses of her flesh-colored calves both alluring and mysterious. Below the graceful curve of her calves and ankles were a pair of black crocodile-skin pointed-toe high heels, gleaming with an eerie light. Every now and then, as she pressed her trousers, a captivating glimpse of crimson would inadvertently flash before my eyes.

I stared, mesmerized.

Suddenly, Mom leaned close to my ear, sniffing like a kitten. "Oh... Mingming's all grown up now, she even knows to wear cologne!"

A subtle orange blossom scent mingled with the sweet fragrance of her breath emanated from her mature body. Her gentle breath tickled my ear, making my face burn.

"No... I don't use anything."

"Then why do you smell so good today?" Mom sniffed my shoulder greedily.

"Mom, look at the cars ahead," I said quickly.

Mom seemed to realize something, a blush rising to her cheeks. She gracefully turned away, her face still flushed, and drove without saying another word. This also made it easy for me to greedily admire my mother's sexy, alluring legs in stockings without any restraint the whole way.

Until we got off the bus, my mother only gave me a rosy profile, and I had no choice but to reluctantly turn my gaze away from those beautiful stockings, obediently pick up my schoolbag, get off the bus, and walk into the school gate, forgetting even to say "Goodbye, Mommy." I also didn't notice the unnatural, slight rubbing of my mother's two stockinged legs under her short skirt.

Chaos (1-2)

Author: laoning123
Chapter 1: Zhuangzi dreamt of butterflies, Emperor Wang's spring cries echoed.
Late at night, a bedroom was filled with the scent of male hormones, mixed with the thick, fishy smell of prostatic fluid and the unidentified, passionate scent of women. The air was thick with the smell of sweat from both men and women. The soft, yellowish light made this erotic scene seem both warm and decadent.

A boy's shorts were pulled down to his knees, and from behind, his shoulders heaved violently. Lying on her side opposite, a noble and beautiful woman in a pink silk nightgown smiled, one hand propped up beside her head, watching with amusement, completely unconcerned about the exposed skin at the low neckline of her nightgown, as if she were admiring the boy's shameless masturbation performance in front of her plump body.

I stroked my thick, hard penis, gazing at the beautiful young woman's large, soft, snow-white breasts, imagining her alluring, wet vulva beneath her disheveled pajamas, panting heavily in a low voice. No verbal communication was needed.

The beautiful, noble woman watched my desperate, yet powerless, state, her beautiful eyes darting around. Playfully, she extended a slender finger to my already swollen, purplish-red, glistening glans. A few clear drops of fluid had already seeped from the urethral opening. She gently grasped my terrifyingly large, hard shaft, the uniquely smooth touch of a woman's hand sending a jolt of electricity through my spine, making my already throbbing lower body feel like it was about to explode.

The beautiful, mature woman didn't speak, only wiping my penis with her small hand.

She continued to carefully smear the overflowing prostatic fluid onto my glans, then deliberately and slowly picked up her index finger, which was covered in my bodily fluids, right in front of me. She actually put her finger in her mouth like an AV actress, constantly stirring it with her tongue, digging into her mouth, and even ignoring the saliva dripping from the corner of her mouth. She took a deep suck, making a "plop" sound, and a thin, shiny filament appeared. Her finger, mixed with saliva, glistened under the light!

Such a vivid AV scene was something I'd only ever imagined in my dreams. Based on my viewing experience, the next step should be the endless foreplay of playing with my penis.

She lowered her head slightly, opened her small mouth, and slowly dripped some glistening saliva, skillfully applying it to the glans repeatedly. I knew this would act as lubrication, to ensure that the potentially too rapid hand friction would bring me just the right amount of pleasurable pain. The fine strands of saliva still clinging to her fingers formed a ring around my lower body, deliberately slowing down the movements, as if to let me gradually get used to the rhythm.

Her other small female hand also slipped under her skirt, gliding over her snow-white, fleshy thighs, and directly into her vagina. Her index and ring fingers casually parted her two pink labia, her buttocks slightly raised, and her middle finger slid effortlessly into a deep, fleshy hole, thrusting in and out, making a shameful "gurgling" sound, like she was imitating sex.

Even so, she tilted her head back, satisfied, and played with her lower mouth with both hands at the same frequency. The fluid from her two fingers had already soaked a patch of the bed sheet, making her look extremely decadent!

Her long, flowing black hair cascaded down her chest, which was flushed from arousal, and clung to her fair neck with a sticky sheen of sweat. Her eyes were half-closed, slightly moist at the corners, as if tears of pleasure were about to spill. Her nostrils flared slightly, emitting dreamlike moans that seemed to emanate from deep within her body. Her lips, as if parched, kept licking her tender red lips with her tongue. Her wanton and passionate manner made me want to kiss her passionately.

The beauty lay there, masturbating herself in front of me, completely disregarding her image. I had to suppress the urge to immediately pin her down on the bed and rape her, but doing so would only tighten the black rubber band binding the base of my penis, making my swollen, unreleased corpus cavernosum even more painful.

I couldn't help but ask, in pain and distress, "Is it really necessary, Mom?"

The mature woman, immersed in the pleasure of masturbation, trembled slightly upon hearing the word "Mom." "Am I dreaming, Mom?"

"If you think it's a dream, then it is... baby... your daydream."

"But I..."

"Don't you like Mommy's body, hmm?... But baby, you need to know, we are mother and son... Mother and son can't do that... If baby really does that with Mommy..."

"It's incest, isn't it, Mommy... but I'm so uncomfortable from this swelling." I deliberately grabbed the little hand that was stroking me, straightened up, and held my purplish-red, shiny glans in front of my mother's pretty face, aiming it at her cheek. It was only a few centimeters away from her nostrils. She should have been able to smell how strong the whitish, glistening semen flowing from the urethral opening was, given how long it had been building up. That

swollen, abused, and unfairly treated penis was right in front of my mother, pitifully swollen with a ridiculous rubber band tied around its base. It was so close that she could lick it with just the tip of her tongue. The shaft was no longer its normal flushed red, but a purplish-red with bulging veins, covered in a white, foamy, unidentified sticky substance. The black rubber band around the base, in particular, had turned white; I remembered reading that prolonged engorgement of the penis could damage it.

My mother stubbornly turned her head away, disappointingly adopting a stern yet loving maternal expression, the kind she wore when disciplining her son. But I thought I saw a fleeting glint of desire in her eyes.

"That's to train your stamina, my dear darling..."

I honestly didn't know if she was referring to me as her "darling" or praising the hot, stick-like object clutched in her hand.

Seeing my pout and displeasure, Mom said again, "Okay...okay...baby, be good...don't be angry with Mom...Mom will make it up to you..." As she spoke, she bent over and knelt on the bed, swaying her huge, teardrop-shaped breasts, and deliberately slid over like a snake, twisting her boneless waist and wrapping it around me. Her thighs also naturally bent and gently clamped my waist, making me unable to move. The mother and son were pressed together in a sitting position facing each other.

Her large, soft breasts rubbed against my chest. Even through the smooth fabric of her silk nightgown, I could feel the changing hardness of her small nipples. Her pink nipples, already hardened from arousal, playfully brushed against mine. My mother rested her head on my shoulder, letting out soft, low moans of pleasure. I knew those were sensitive spots for men, but I had never imagined the immense pleasure this stimulation would evoke.

The smooth, flesh-to-skin contact, the skillful teasing, and the throbbing pain in my lower body made me let out a low, beast-like growl. With my mother using such methods, what could I possibly do?!

I grabbed those two large, soft, teardrop-shaped breasts with both hands without hesitation. The instant pleasure of touching them fueled my lust, and I frantically kneaded the fleshy mounds in my palms, shaping them in various ways. I reached down to remove the soft golden headband around my lower body, then pressed her down beneath me, enjoying the soft body pressed against me, letting all morality and ethics go to hell! If this is a dream, let me release myself completely before waking up.

Just as I loosened the rubber band a crack, a soft little hand grabbed it, pulling me back down onto that huge, fleshy mound. At the same time, a bright red cherry-like mouth pressed against my lips, its words muffled: "Baby, you can't do this... Do you want Mommy to ignore you from now on?"

Hearing this, I could only painfully endure the action. My mother's small, adorable tongue had already slipped into my mouth and started to wreak havoc, teasing my tongue, its soft tip scraping against my teeth, as if a young girl were carefully brushing her teeth to comfort her lover.

"This is a French kiss from Mommy, baby, do you like it?"

I was lost in my mother's intoxicating French kiss, which was clearly not what she really meant. My lower body felt like it was being enveloped in a warm, smooth mass, which made me shudder, but also brought a strange and stimulating pleasure.

I tried to open my eyes to look down, but my mother's hot, wet lips kept landing on my forehead and the corners of my eyes with kisses. Her tongue was licking my long eyelashes, which I was so proud of inheriting from my mother. Her fragrant saliva and teasing tongue were gliding over my eyelids, making it impossible for me to open my eyes.

I stole a glance at the sensation of my mother's arms encasing my lower body. Somehow, a pair of stockings had appeared in her nimble, slender hands. The black, sheer stockings on her small hands were then slipped onto my penis, repeatedly pulling the large glans to its base. The stockings rubbed lightly against my penis, the small hands in stockings rubbing against the glans providing a different kind of slippery stimulation. Around the elastic band, her small hands gently massaged from my testicles onwards. Her

cute little kitten-like mouth licked my earlobe, a few stray strands of hair tickling my face. The seductive voice of my mother was in my ears: "Do you like Mom's stockings?"

The prolonged stimulation made my lower body feel a constant relaxation that was about to erupt. For my mother's "endurance plan" and for the sake of my male dignity, I gritted my teeth and persevered.

Anlu's other small hand started from the base, like the way I loved to peek at my mother putting on stockings. Her movements were gentle, caressing my penis, slowly pulling back that damned rubber band. The stockinged hand continued to play with my testicles in ways I couldn't see, squeezing them like an old man in the park turning walnuts, occasionally gently pushing the small balls inside along the folds with her fingertips.

With a soft "plop," that damned black rubber band was finally out. The blood in my lower body, already engorged but stuck, surged wildly into my penis again. The penis swelled, but I felt no joy whatsoever.

That terrifyingly beautiful hand, which allowed me to enjoy the sensation of stockings while simultaneously feeling the warmth of my mother's palm, was now moving rapidly, no longer slow and gentle, but quick and fast, stroking my erect penis up and down, each time pulling the foreskin all the way back before stroking it again, while also using the soft flesh of her thumb and forefinger to care for every inch of the ridge, bringing me to the brink of ecstasy, my mind going blank, my ejaculation nearly reaching its limit. I never knew my mother's handjob skills were so masterful.

"Aren't you going to cum yet, you little rascal... Remember to say something when you come... You can cum in Mommy's mouth, okay?"

Cum in Mommy's mouth... Cum! ...Cum in her mouth! ...Oh.

"I...I'm...about to...can't take it anymore..." I said intermittently, trying to suppress the urge to ejaculate.

"Baby, not yet..." As if sensing the irregular throbbing of the penis in her hand, Mom's alert little hand tightened, two fingers gripping the shaft to prevent me from ejaculating so easily, while simultaneously slowing the frequency to reduce the stimulation to the penis. Then Mom looked up at me with a seductive smile, opened her small mouth, buried her head between my legs, and contentedly took the penis into her mouth, sucking on it and making lewd "gurgling" sounds. My mother's oral sex skills were equally terrifying. In less than five seconds, my back relaxed. "Mom...Mom...I...can't...I'm going to...cum!"

Hearing this, my mother's violent head-shaking slowed. She tucked her loose hair behind her ear, and with my penis still in her mouth, she gave me a lewd look. She slightly opened her mouth, her bright red cherry lips and fine silver teeth gently holding my large, purplish-black, shiny penis, which was covered in saliva and vaginal fluid. She continued to slowly stroke my penis back and forth with her mouth, her eyes filled with seductive allure as she looked at me, her gaze seeming to say, "Cum inside...Cum inside...Cum into your beloved mother's mouth!"

No need to hold back! Roaring, a brilliant white light flashed before my eyes, and I ejaculated all my filthy male essence! It shot into my mother's mouth!

An unprecedented surge of heat rushed down my spine, the stimulation making me tremble involuntarily. As if possessed, I grabbed a handful of sheets. The sheets were warm and damp, making my hands feel slippery. This heat... this was where my mother had just been giving me oral sex. Was all this fluid in my hands my mother's sweat and vaginal secretions?

At first, Mom took my penis deep into her mouth. Because I had held back for so long, I ejaculated so violently that I felt it go deep into the back of her throat. Mom seemed to choke, spitting out some of the shaft, but she still sucked on my glans desperately. My ejaculation was so much that Mom's small mouth couldn't hold it all, and some thick white semen dripped from the corner of her mouth, but she still sucked hard, her cheeks clenching and unclenching until they were almost deformed. I endured the intense pleasure and gently stroked Mom's smooth hair, like stroking a well-behaved little kitten. My mother gave me a knowing look, her alluring eyes seeming to say, "At least you still have a conscience."

Waves of pleasure washed over me, making me a little sleepy.

I closed my eyes, savoring the climax of my long-awaited ordeal, gently stroking my mother's long, black, smooth hair, playfully twirling strands with my fingers.

"You lewd little Ming, you shot so much! Feeling good now? Did you enjoy Mommy's service? Or, shall we do it again?"

The first thing I saw when I opened my tired eyes was a wicked, smiling face, her small mouth full of white semen, with a few drops of my semen also on her face and hair. However, that lustful face wasn't my mother's. "Aunt Leilei!?"

Chapter Two: A Fleeting Erotic Dream?

I jolted awake from the dream, feeling incredibly tired, especially my lower back. I unconsciously reached out, but there was no warm, fragrant body beside me, and the sheets were spotless.

The blinding sunlight outside the window mercilessly told me, "Welcome back to reality.

" "Was that an erotic dream?" I squinted, savoring the wonderful dream I'd just had. How could I dream about my mother? It's strange. Although I've always thought my mother's body was beautiful and I could never get enough of looking at it, this is the first time I've dreamed about doing that kind of thing. It's the first time I've had a wet dream, and the person I'm having sex with in the dream is actually my own mother. Anyone would find it ridiculous. How could I have such lewd thoughts about my own mother? Luckily, it was

just a dream. "It was just a dream."

A strange, bittersweet feeling welled up inside me, along with a little bit of disappointment?

Huh? Why does my stomach feel so cold?

Looking at my wet underwear that I'd taken off, I held it in my hand and gave a wry smile.

"Time to eat. Baby..." Just then, a beautiful woman suddenly pushed open the door and entered my room.

After an awkward long stare, I forgot that I was still foolishly clutching the damp underwear that still reeked of semen!

"Mom!" Seeing the sexual object I had just been fantasizing about suddenly appear in my dream, and in this awkward situation, while my mind was still replaying my mother's lewd moans in my dream, my little penis, which had just softened, inexplicably swelled up again, standing erect and trembling, creating an awkward little tent on the flat blanket.

My mother suddenly let out a surprised "Ah!", then immediately shut her mouth in alarm. Her face gradually flushed. "Mingming, weren't you just... um... hurry up and get up to eat... you have to go to school later."

Heaven knows how much Mom could say in this situation. As she spoke, she seemed to have a fever, lightly covering her flushed face, forgetting to close the door, and ran out as if escaping.

I stared at Mom's slightly unnatural blush as she left, her hurried steps, her full, pert buttocks, her waist maintained like a young girl's—a sway that naturally exuded maternal charm, and I was somewhat stunned.

Looking down at the big swab on the blanket, it suddenly dawned on me that Mom didn't have a cold (duh, a cold in the morning wouldn't make your face red), maybe she noticed this and that's why her face was so red.

Recalling the embarrassing situation just now, I couldn't help but rub my still-erect penis a few times in bed, not knowing whether to scold it or myself: "It's all your fault!"

My name is Wang Yangming, I don't have the courtesy name Shouren, I'm just a junior high school student living in the 21st century. Gender: Male, Interest in women. Hmm... Actually, I like collecting all kinds of AVs. This strange habit originated when I was a child and secretly went to a classmate's house to find a pornographic videotape and started watching it. Since then, as I got older, I started to be interested in matters between men and women, and slowly and thirstily browsed through all kinds of pictures and texts, understanding what vaginas, abalone, anus, buds, and things like steamed bun holes and sheep intestine muddy passages were even more intriguing.

I've never had a father. My mother said he died in an accident when I was very young. But as I got older, I started to doubt her story, because I've never seen a single picture of him, and I've never visited his grave during Qingming Festival.

I remember asking my dearest Aunt Leilei when I was very young, "Other children have fathers, where's my father?" Aunt Leilei never answered, she just smiled and hugged me, rubbing my face against her soft, comforting chest.

Am I a miracle?

My mother, Zhang Jiahe, is 31 years old this year.

My mother and I live alone—no, we're an orphan and a widow—in a house in the suburbs. I remember from as far back as I can remember, we rarely had guests. Only my mother's good friend, Aunt Leilei, would come to see us every weekend and bring me lots of toys. My mother told me that Aunt Leilei lived in the most expensive upscale neighborhood in the city. Aunt Leilei always tried to persuade my mother to help out at her company, but my mother always refused, saying that her current job was her lifelong dream.

My mother is a designer, an office worker. Every day I saw her wearing a black or gray fitted blazer and skirt, a typical office lady look, with various colors and textures of stockings on her long, beautiful legs. She would then drive me to school in the Volkswagen Beetle that Aunt Leilei had given her.

Looking back now, Mom always said that I was more

sexually interested in her stockings than in her. She said that whenever she wore stockings and masturbated me, I always felt I ejaculated faster than usual. Perhaps this was a seed of sexual awakening planted unintentionally by her.

This wasn't the first time this had happened to my underwear; I casually stuffed it under the bed and went downstairs for dinner.

I was a little nervous going downstairs, wondering what kind of expression Mom would have on her face.

But I didn't even have a chance to observe her from the side; I only saw a busy back.

Mom was preparing breakfast in the kitchen, and the tempting aroma was from frying my favorite sunny-side-up eggs.

My mom isn't like she is at the office, with her impeccable makeup and impeccable taste in clothes. — Perhaps only when you're truly relaxed can you see a person's true character.

At home, my mom is carefree and a little careless. She pays attention to skincare but not much to dressing up, often looking rather sloppy. However, with her height of around 1.65 meters, delicate and lovely natural features, and a girlish, innocent smile that's not usually seen in someone her age, coupled with her impressive 32D breasts that most girls don't have, the result is that I think she looks great in everything she wears. She always has her own unique style. (It wasn't until I grew up that I understood that it was a kind of sexiness.)

Aunt Lei Lei told me that my mother studied dance in college and even won awards. When I asked

my mother about it, she was evasive and wouldn't say anything specific, just smiling and patting my hair, saying that was all in the past.

Anyway, this made me understand my curiosity about women and the definition of "sexiness" from the moment I entered puberty—no, from the moment I came into contact with all sorts of "textbooks" about sex. And I was often amazed by the subtle sexiness my mother inadvertently revealed in her outfits, and the satisfying sight of a stunning mature woman (that's what the books say) was visually pleasing.

Now, the morning light streamed through the kitchen window, bathing my mother in a soft, golden glow.

Watching her busy figure, I suddenly felt incredibly distant from her. This feeling made me uncomfortable, and I shook my head to clear my mind. Suddenly, I realized I had never noticed before how beautiful and moving a woman could be at work in the kitchen, like a goddess bathed in sunlight, her purity breathtaking. Even

her casual, homely attire possessed a captivating beauty on her.

She wore a short, tight-fitting gray cotton tank top. In the kitchen smoke, her back skin looked like smooth, white jade. Her jet-black hair, tinged with chestnut brown, was casually styled into a bun at the back of her head, revealing the elegant, long lines of her neck. Following the deep spine below her neck, a pair of pure gray cotton tight-fitting athletic shorts just covered her full, hemispherical buttocks. Below the rounded curves, from her long, shapely thighs, which she maintained through regular exercise, to her equally well-cared-for, smooth, and delicate heels, her taut thigh muscles reflected a healthy, fair, and smooth sheen under the sunlight.

My mother wore gray clothes from Muji, exuding a youthful, casual, and slightly sexy vibe, completely unlike a mother of a woman with a restless teenage boy.

The tight gray shorts, made of soft cotton, were clearly not quite the right fit, and with each movement, a glimpse of her fair skin at the waist caught my eye. The waistband was slightly damp from exercise, tightly outlining the beautiful shape of her buttocks, and there was no sign of a thong. Hmm? My mother wasn't wearing underwear?

What surprised me even more was the bulge I noticed below her buttocks—was that the fullness of a mature woman's genitals?

How could I have such lewd thoughts, especially since the object of my affections was my own mother? My throat suddenly went dry. Is this what women are like? My mother's body was more beautiful than ever before.

Years later, after experiencing so much, thinking back to that day always makes me realize that people don't grow old gradually, but rather in an instant.

It's ridiculous, like something out of a cliché erotic novel, that for the first time in 16 years I've discovered the long-standing fact that my beautiful mother is an alluring, mature woman, and recalling the lustful, breathy scenes of my mother in my dream, my glans uncontrollably swelled within my loose shorts.

My mother busied herself, swaying her hips as she hummed an unknown, cheerful tune. Faint, dark stains dotted the back of her tank top, the waistband of her pants, and her crotch—probably from practicing yoga on TV. Afterward, she went to wake me, as usual, but…

I remembered the erotic dream I'd just had, and my lower body involuntarily stirred again.

My mother wiped the fine sweat from her forehead, twisted her waist to scoop the fried eggs onto a plate, and

looked at the few strands of hair clinging to her face, a loving smile on her face. A warm feeling welled up inside me, as if touched by something: "Mom, let me help you."

"You can't even fry an egg, all you can do is eat. Just sit there and wait for your meal."

I had no choice but to sit back down awkwardly. Actually, I couldn't get up; if my underwear bulged out, it would only make things more embarrassing.

I sat at the table, feeling both resentful and helpless, absentmindedly eating my bread and eggs, glancing at my mother across from me from time to time. She was wearing frameless glasses with black temples, intently reading the newspaper, occasionally taking a small sip of milk from the glass next to her, and using chopsticks to fork a fried sausage to her lips, taking small bites. Her cute little cat-like mouth seemed to be making some kind of noise from time to time.

I noticed some milk residue at the corner of my mother's mouth, and my mind involuntarily drifted to lewd thoughts.

The scene of my mother only taking a small bite of sausage and letting it linger at her lips fueled my imagination—in my dream, my mother was biting my purplish-red glans, grinning foolishly, drool dripping from her mouth in a daze… I chuckled wickedly.

When Mom looked up and saw my dazed and lecherous expression, and then remembered the big bulge on the sheets she'd seen on her son's bedsheet that morning, she blushed slightly. She then pretended to be angry: "Why aren't you eating? You're just staring at Mom."

I was taken aback and blurted out, "Mommy is so beautiful... Mommy is the most beautiful woman I've ever seen." As soon as I said it, I cursed myself for saying such a blunt and idiotic thing.

Women really do love to hear compliments. My mother was amused by my reply, but she still had to pretend to be lecturing. "You little rascal, so glib! You're so young and already talking like a woman... Sigh... Mom's getting old, I can't keep up with you young people."

I saw the little bit of pride hidden deep in my mother's eyes, and I thought that if she knew what I was thinking, she'd probably beat me half to death.

"How could that be? In my heart, Mom will always be young and invincible."

My mother scolded, "You're just as inappropriate when you talk to your female classmates at school."

"They're young, after all," I replied carelessly.

"So you mean Mom is old?"

I looked at Mom's cute pouting face, pretending to be angry, and could only chuckle awkwardly.

Mom quickly finished eating and went inside to change her clothes, urging me to finish eating quickly so I could change for school.

It was always the same. I don't know when it started, but I always deliberately ate very slowly, waiting for Mom to come inside so I could quickly get dressed and then sit at the table to continue eating slowly and deliberately.

Because this was the happiest time of my day, watching Mom wearing all sorts of business suits, touching up her makeup in front of the mirror by the door, sometimes striking different poses, all the while asking me without turning her head, "Does Mom look good in this?" Every time, I just want to see my mom quickly adjust her stockings, gently stroking her beautiful legs. Full of anticipation, I nod vigorously in agreement.

The sound of footsteps behind me, the sweet scent in the air, and my mom's bright, cheerful smile all indicate a vibrant day.

But the first thing I notice, as usual, is my mom's two beautiful legs. Today, the stockings she's wearing are really different from usual, though I can't quite put my finger on it. The black, sheer velvet fabric, paired with my favorite classic office lady suit, is a living, breathing uniform temptation.

I gazed at my mother's beautiful profile as she dressed in front of the mirror by the door. Her slender, shapely legs, encased in delicate black stockings beneath her black business skirt, gleamed strangely on her thighs. My penis, hidden in my shorts, involuntarily hardened, chafing uncomfortably against the stiff denim.

"Oh dear, Mom, I suddenly have a stomachache. You go downstairs and wait for me." I avoided my mother's suspicious gaze, pretending not to hear the old refrain of "lazy donkey grinding xx more" behind my back, concealing my embarrassing physical reaction, and scurried into the bathroom.

As soon as I entered the bathroom, I immediately locked the door, pulled down my shorts, and took out my throbbing penis. While thinking about the beautiful legs in stockings I had just seen, I recalled the unfinished sex battle in my dream, imagining a long-haired beauty and me in this small space. She was holding onto the wall with both hands, trying to stick out her sexy little buttocks, swaying provocatively, teasing my desire, and welcoming my increasingly intense penetration.

As I masturbated my thick, swollen penis, the usually blurry face of the imagined hot woman slowly became clearer, eventually merging with my mother's face. Accompanied by the stimulating pleasure of imagining myself raping my own beautiful mother in the bathroom, I reached the peak of pleasure before ejaculation. Unconsciously, I murmured, "Oh Mommy... I want to fuck you... I... want..."

Thick, murky semen gushed from the source of my sin. I gasped for breath, leaning against the cold bathroom tiles, a wave of guilt washing over me. How could I have such lewd thoughts, fantasizing about my own beautiful mother as the object of my sexual desires? This is unethical and morally unacceptable! Am I truly an immoral son? Born with this evil seed? But then again, I deeply respect my beloved mother. So many years have passed… And… wouldn't that be comfortable for her too… Wang Yangming, what are you thinking!

My mind was getting increasingly confused when I heard my mother yelling at me, "You brat, are you dead in the toilet? Come out or I'll be late for work!"

I hurriedly stuffed my "weapon" back into my pants, frantically pulling out tissues to wipe the large puddle of thick, white semen from the floor tiles, destroying the evidence while replying, "Coming right out!"

Comfortably seated in the passenger seat, I noticed my mother's displeased expression.

"Our young master has finally decided to go out,"

she said irritably. I could only manage an awkward laugh. My gaze drifted down my mother's thighs. The black stockings clinging tightly to my mother's beautiful legs—I initially mistook them for ordinary, but now I realized I was wrong.

Bathed in sunlight, the black stockings on her thighs shimmered like a galaxy of stars in the night sky, the glimpses of her flesh-colored calves both alluring and mysterious. Below the graceful curve of her calves and ankles were a pair of black crocodile-skin pointed-toe high heels, gleaming with an eerie light. Every now and then, as she pressed her trousers, a captivating glimpse of crimson would inadvertently flash before my eyes.

I stared, mesmerized.

Suddenly, Mom leaned close to my ear, sniffing like a kitten. "Oh... Mingming's all grown up now, she even knows to wear cologne!"

A subtle orange blossom scent mingled with the sweet fragrance of her breath emanated from her mature body. Her gentle breath tickled my ear, making my face burn.

"No... I don't use anything."

"Then why do you smell so good today?" Mom sniffed my shoulder greedily.

"Mom, look at the cars ahead," I said quickly.

Mom seemed to realize something, a blush rising to her cheeks. She gracefully turned away, her face still flushed, and drove without saying another word. This also made it easy for me to greedily admire my mother's sexy, alluring legs in stockings without any restraint the whole way.

Until we got off the bus, my mother only gave me a rosy profile, and I had no choice but to reluctantly turn my gaze away from those beautiful stockings, obediently pick up my schoolbag, get off the bus, and walk into the school gate, forgetting even to say "Goodbye, Mommy." I also didn't notice the unnatural, slight rubbing of my mother's two stockinged legs under her short skirt.

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