Sexual happiness begins with mother

My happiness began with my mother.
That afternoon, my phone rang. As soon as I answered, a voice said, "Xiao Liu, this is Sister Zeng. I'm at the People's Hospital. Your mother committed suicide and just arrived..." Sister Zeng was my mother's nanny.

After receiving the call, I immediately rushed home from the provincial capital—to a remote small city.

I'm a rich second-generation; my father is a local tyrant in our city, with connections in both the legal and illegal worlds. In our hometown, it seems our family has a stake in almost every business I know of.

I'm studying in the provincial capital. My parents have been separated for six months. Why? Because his mistress moved in. Rich people, who doesn't have a few women? But they don't bring them home. The problem is, what if the mistress gets pregnant? It's said the test revealed it's a boy, but unfortunately, our family has only had one son for three generations… My mother, who was originally indecisive, finally made her first major decision after the other woman entered the village—to run away from home.

I drove to the hospital and found the caregiver my mother had hired. Knowing that my mother wasn't seriously injured, I finally breathed a sigh of relief. After returning the money I had advanced for her medical expenses to Sister Zeng, I began to tell her about my mother's situation. It turns out it's related to my uncle and aunt.

Actually, after all, they've been wealthy for many years. My mother still had some money when she ran away. And the house she lived in was registered in her name. Life continued as before. A while ago, my uncle and aunt came to my mother's house. They said they had a good way to make money, but they lacked some capital… My mom invested in something, even mortgaging the house to the bank… Well, you can probably guess the result.

I spent the night in the hospital, and then my mom woke up. I was brushing my teeth in the bathroom when she woke up. I heard the nurse who was changing her dressing say outside, "Oh, you're awake." I rushed out of the room. My mom's eyes were staring blankly at the ceiling.

I rushed over and called out, "Mom!" As soon as she heard my voice, she turned her head. Seeing it was me, she burst into tears. I hugged her tightly, patting her back, saying, "It's okay, it's okay…" She murmured, "Mom has nothing left, Mom has nothing left…"

Because Sister Zeng discovered it early and treated her quickly, my mom wasn't seriously injured. She was discharged after two days. But where can I go? I can only go back to the provincial capital with you. Before, I was an only child. My dad always thought, "How can the heir of the Liu family study in a small rural town?" So, in my first year of high school, he sent me to a prestigious school in the province. He bought a house near the school. I usually live there alone, except for the occasional overnight stay with Xiaoling. Xiaoling is my girlfriend, a cute, big-breasted loli. Before going home, I called Xiaoling and told her to quickly take her things from the house. Heh, I didn't want my mom to know I was in a relationship. But I never expected that when things came to light, it would become the fuse that ignited a whole bunch of problems.

After this suicide attempt, my mom became withdrawn and didn't want to see anyone. At first, she hid in the house all day. Her husband didn't want her anymore, and her brother and sister had deceived her. She had nothing but her son.

It happened to be summer vacation, and I had time to spend with her. I couldn't be with Xiaoling because of my mother. To comfort her, I accompanied my mother for walks.

After this incident, my mother valued her home very much. Or rather, it was the only home she had left. She didn't want to leave home. Her favorite thing was doing housework, even though she hadn't done much of it for many years. During that month, my mother would always wake me up early on time and then eat the breakfast she made herself. It was awful! But I always ate it all. And my mother would always sit reclining in her chair, supporting her gills with one hand, quietly watching me finish the cornmeal porridge and steamed buns. During breakfast, whenever I looked up… I always see the morning sunlight streaming through the window, falling on her face. My mother's eyelashes are so long. A high, straight nose, an oval face. So beautiful.

After breakfast, I either take her hand and stroll through the market, or drive her for a walk in the suburbs…

In the evenings, she always likes to sit in the living room—the TV on, the volume very low; the lights dim; me holding her. She reminisces again and again, telling stories of my childhood. My mother used to be a very quiet person, but since this incident, it's as if she suddenly opened a box of words to me. To be honest, I used to be closer to my father. My mother also cared about me, but usually she was like an invisible person, rarely speaking. She didn't talk to me much either.

That month, I only occasionally texted my dad to tell him that Mom was alright. Actually, Dad also wanted Mom to come home, but he always thought that a woman who couldn't earn money would eventually run out of money and come home. But he didn't expect her to be so resolute this time.

Then she secretly met with Xiaoling. But because I spent all my time with Mom, I couldn't see Xiaoling many times. And each time we met, we could only hug and kiss, and touch each other a few times. We couldn't do anything else. I was so bored... but I couldn't help it. Mom had to take care of me.

The weather was getting hotter and hotter, even though there was air conditioning. But Mom couldn't stand the smell in the air-conditioned room. She could only use a fan. But in this weather, the air from the fan was hot too. Even without moving, she was covered in sweat. It was as if I was wrapped in a shell. At home, we wore less and less clothing. My mother still held me in her arms as always, still reminiscing about the past over and over again. It was awful for me.

I stayed with my mother like this for two weeks. I finally couldn't take it anymore. One afternoon, I made an excuse and ran away. I called Xiaoling and booked a hotel room. But as soon as I took my pants off, the phone rang—it was my mother. I blurted out, "Damn it..."

When I got home and turned the key, I heard hurried footsteps inside the door. The door opened. Mom hugged me tightly. "Baby, you're back. I missed you so much!"

Our bodies pressed close together. Two soft mounds of flesh pressed against my chest. Oh, Mom wasn't wearing a bra. She'd just been to a hotel with Xiaoling, just a quick thrust, and hadn't even ejaculated before running home. My little brother was still throbbing with erections. With Mom's hug, my half-erect penis suddenly rose, pressing against Mom's vulva.

My face flushed instantly—that was Mom! How could I do this? Mom hadn't yet noticed my erection. She buried her face in my shoulder. I gently patted my mother's back. My bottom subtly wiggled back, thus separating my brother from her body.

Mother and son hugged like that at the doorway for a while, my bottom sticking out the whole time. My back was about to break when my mother finally let go of me, pulling me by the hand as we went home. Now, I could finally get a good look at my mother. What a magnificent woman!

1.74 meters tall. Her upper and lower body proportions were the perfect golden ratio. Her bottom was pert, but her waist had no excess fat. It stood high on her hips. Because she was so tall, she wasn't hourglass-shaped from a distance. Her figure was very well-proportioned. Because of the hot weather and her lack of breath, my mother was wearing very little. She was only wearing a short skirt that barely covered her underwear. Her two pale, bare thighs were crossed and exposed on the sofa.

I remembered that my mother and father had started dating when she was 16, and that's how I came to be. That year, my mother had just been admitted to a vocational school. My father was the vice principal of that school (haha, my father is still in the civil service system, but his position is never high; he's a hidden figure in the government). My mother didn't get married until a year after I was born because she wasn't of legal age yet. A school principal having an affair with a female student—what a scoundrel! And my father was already in his forties then. A school principal having an affair with a female student—even today, that's something everyone condemns. Back then, it was even more outrageous. What a beast!

From that day on, I started to see my mother through the lens of what women are like.

...When she bent over to pick something up, her buttocks traced a full curve...

...Mom was cross-legged on the sofa, her two long, white legs swinging, and you could vaguely see...

...When she bent over to face you, peeking through the neckline of her lower garment. A deep cleavage. Two black nipples adorned two mounds of white flesh. Damn, bamboo shoot-shaped...

Oh my god, I couldn't help but fall in love with this woman. So sexy.

I couldn't do anything with my own mother. But I could at least take advantage of her, right? From that day on, I started making many little moves towards my mother.

...

While Mom was cooking, I hugged her from behind, gently kissing her cheek. Then I said in a spoiled tone,

"Mom... what's good to eat today? I'm hungry... hurry up!"

"Go away..."

"You were cutting meat, and you even smeared your hands on my face..." "

Who told you to suddenly come over and scare me?"

...

"Mom... this stir-fried pork is too salty..."

I held a piece of meat with my chopsticks and brought it to Mom. She ate it in one bite.

"It's salty, but the flavor is just right..."

Looking at Mom's lips, I couldn't help but think about what it would be like to suck my penis...

Sometimes I think I'm playing with fire. At first, it was just an involuntary urge to take advantage of her. But later, my mind was filled with images of Mom and me being intimate in bed.

"I want this woman... I want this woman... I want this woman..."

This phrase kept repeating in my mind.

"She's my mom, that's incest... whatever, who knows once the door's closed?"

"Xiaoling knows what to do... whatever, sooner or later she and her mother, along with my mom, will be playing with me."

"Dad still loves Mom, Dad's been good to me... whatever, everything Dad owns will be mine sooner or later..."

... ... ... ... ... ...

Ever since I made up my mind to get my mom, I started carefully planning how to do it. Now I had a headache, because I had no experience with dating. I remembered that when I was at home, my favorite thing to do was drive around the city aimlessly. I'd see a lone girl and ask if she wanted a ride. If she did, I'd take her straight to a hotel and have sex with her that night. Even my junior high homeroom teacher had a relationship with her that turned out to be a case of love after an affair. But this was my mom, I couldn't force her.

I racked my brains and came up with the following plan:

Step 1: Continue physical contact with my mom so she wouldn't be too averse to it at first;

Step 2: Continue taking my mom around, but gradually reduce the mother-son relationship and move towards a friend-like relationship;

Step 3: Given my mom's mindset, she has nothing left but me. I need to instill in her the idea that we depend on each other for survival.

And so, I began my plan to woo my mom:

Scenario 1 :

Because of the first two points, I kept doing this after my mom got home. So further actions weren't as obvious. There were just a few more couple-like gestures. For example, when we went out, I would proactively hold her hand, from the moment we left until we got home.

Women are quite enthusiastic when shopping; they can often walk all day. You have to patiently accompany them.

After we got home, I massaged my mother's feet.

"Walking all day, I'm exhausted! You're amazing, wearing high heels. Only people who are 1.5 meters tall wear them. Why are you wearing them... Come on, let me massage you,"

my mother said lazily, leaning against the sofa. I lifted her feet, took off her high heels, grabbed her soles with both hands, and pressed my two thumbs firmly against her feet.

"Mmm... mmm... like this... so comfortable!"

Within a few days, the massage area had moved from her calves to her back. My mother usually lies face down on the sofa, and I sit on her lap, pressing my hands down from her arms.

At first, I was quite well-behaved, mainly massaging her waist and occasionally touching her buttocks. But when I pressed near the key areas, my mother would always whisper that it felt good. I also dared to try it out. When I pressed under her arms, my hands would always push forward intentionally or unintentionally. I could always feel the softness and warmth of my mother's breasts. My mother didn't react, still keeping her head down and lying face down obediently.

Scene Two

: These past few days, I've watched a lot of romantic movies.

All kinds—romantic, funny, adventurous—don't misunderstand, they're all legitimate romantic movies, nothing sexually explicit. I was simply guiding my mother's thoughts towards love.

When we were nestled together on the sofa,

the living room was dimly lit, the only light source being the television.

At this time, I could gently embrace her, and after a while, if I held her tighter, she would naturally rest her head on my shoulder. My other hand could rest on her thigh. As the movie plot deepened, I could gently caress her. Because she was already immersed in the story, these gentle movements would deepen her immersion and make her more dependent on me.

When the drama reached its peak, I would kiss her cheek at the opportune moment.

Gradually, my mother became accustomed to many of the small gestures I usually only used with couples.

Occasionally, Mom would rest her head on my arm. I would hug her back. She didn't react.

After watching a movie, Mom laughed and mentioned the older handsome actor in the film.

I said, "You only watch older handsome actors, what about the younger handsome guys next to you??"

Then I pushed Mom down onto the sofa, grabbing her arm. Mom giggled, slapping and pushing me.

The position was ambiguous; I was pressed against Mom's body, her legs clamping around me. Since we were at home, Mom was only wearing a nightgown. As we played around, her nightgown was unknowingly lifted up most of the way. Seeing my mother's panties, a pair of black panties. These were somewhere between regular women's panties and thongs. The fabric was minimal, just enough to cover her pubic area. Two pubic hairs were visible peeking out from the lace trim.

Seeing this always made me involuntarily hard. And my penis always shamelessly pressed against my mother's thigh. But my mother never seemed to notice.

Scene Three

: Sometimes I watch TV, especially fashion programs. Most women love watching these. Looking at the models on TV, I would compare them to my mother.

"Mom, this outfit is really nice, but the model's chest isn't perky enough, and her butt isn't perky enough, so it doesn't really show off the shape of the outfit..."

Then, while walking with my mom, I saw similar clothes...

"Mom, look, doesn't this outfit look like the one on yesterday's show? It would suit you perfectly

..." "Mom, look, doesn't this outfit look like the one on yesterday's show?

It would suit you perfectly..." "Nonsense, Mom doesn't want it. I don't have that kind of figure."

"Mom, you're so mean. You know that model is nowhere near as good as you..."

Once, I mustered up the courage to bring my mom a sexy nightgown. Half-jokingly, I said, "Mom, this one suits you perfectly..." My mom shyly pushed me away and didn't say anything.

But when we paid, she took the nightgown with her.

Scene Four:

Ever since my last hotel stay with Xiaoling, the content of our evening reminiscing has seemed to change. My mom started talking to me about my current life. As we talked, she always inquired about my love life.

For example, what kind of girl do I like?

Have I started dating?

...

It wasn't until after my first time with my mom that I found out. That day, when I came home, she smelled my perfume. She started to realize: her son was in love. She began to feel insecure. Her last man might leave her and be taken away...

I love these kinds of conversations. I'll say: The person I like is tall, at least 1.7 meters. Long hair...

When my mom realizes I'm talking about her, she'll lightly tap me.

"You're so cheap. Mom's serious..."

"Mom, I'm serious, I like women like that."

Occasionally, I'll bring it up. Back home, Dad was always out and about. Only Mom was there with me. Later, we went to the provincial capital, and I was alone. Now it's okay, Mom's by my side; she's all I have left...

My plan to woo Mom is surprisingly successful. Mom and I are gradually becoming more and more like a couple, rather than mother and son. Of course, this is also because Mom didn't have many friends before, and then she was suddenly abandoned by those around her. Plus, we're together day and night, which is why things progressed so quickly. And I really have become the only person by Mom's side.

Now, everything is ready, except for making love. Mom, just wait for my final showdown. I'm waiting for the right moment to take the last step. The final assault will begin in the first week after school starts...

Finally, school starts, because I have to go to school. Of course, I have to leave Mom during the day. A person has two legs to walk on. I need to appease my "first wife" (in my mind, I already consider Mom my first wife), and of course, I need to appease my "second wife" too. I neglected my little sex slave for the entire summer vacation. So, every day after school, we'd find a secluded corner for a half-day of tender moments. Of course, it would only be kissing and touching, nothing more. Because I need to save my energy. To sink Mom's ship in one fell swoop.

After spending a summer together day and night, I'm not used to Mom leaving. But there's nothing I can do. I have to go to school. So, our nightly meetings have become exceptionally intimate.

Saturday arrived, and that day I dragged my mom's hand to Guanyin Mountain, the most famous mountain in the provincial capital, for a relaxing stroll. There's a well-known "Couple's Road" on the mountain. My

mom and I walked hand-in-hand along the road. Every now and then, we'd see a couple embracing at a corner. I put my arm around my mom and pointed to a stone chair. The chair was well-hidden, hidden behind the trees.

"Mom, look. What's that…?"

Mom looked and saw it was an abandoned condom. There seemed to be some liquid inside…

"You're naughty…" Mom pushed me…

I secretly pointed to a couple in the distance.

"Mom, what's naughty about it? They just went up the mountain to pray to Guanyin after they were done, for Guanyin to grant them a child…"

And so, my mom and I spent the whole day on Guanyin Mountain. As dusk approached, we finally returned to the city. Mom suggested we eat out before going home. I firmly objected, saying I was covered in sweat and needed to shower first. Mom couldn't persuade me otherwise and had to agree.

Back at the door, I opened it, turned around, and hugged Mom tightly, gently kissing her cheek.

"Mom… don't come in yet. Wait for me at the door, I'll call you when I call you."

"Don't worry about me, be good, listen to me…"

It was late, just as the streetlights were coming on. Mom couldn't see inside the house from the doorway; it was too dark. She could only wait curiously at the door, occasionally wanting to peek out, but she resisted.

After a while, a sliver of light came from inside. Then I heard my son call out,

"Mom, come in!"

Curious, Mom walked into the house and saw me standing in the entryway. She took a couple more steps and was stunned.

There were two candles lit on the dining table. The candlelight flickered, illuminating two neatly arranged sets of Western-style cutlery. I picked up the remote and pressed it. Soft music began to play. Then I knelt down on one knee, extended my hand…

"Miss Li Chunmei, would you like to have dinner with me?"

Mom was momentarily stunned and stood there motionless.

"Son, what's going on here?" I asked softly.

"I called the Western restaurant at Printemps in Paris and asked them to help with the decorations. Do you like it?"

Then, I repeated,

"Miss Li Yumei, would you like to have dinner with me?"

My mother blushed slightly and placed her hand in mine. I took her hand and led her to the table. I pulled out a chair and, very gentlemanly, invited her to sit down.

We drank red wine, supposedly from Bordeaux, and ate veal steaks cooked by a French chef. I looked tenderly into my mother's eyes and we started chatting softly. We talked about the couples we saw on the street that day, and about my plan to take my mother on a trip for two...

The steaks had been cooked for a while and were a little overcooked. But neither my mother nor I noticed. Soft music, soft whispers, dim lighting. Who wouldn't want to say something that spoils the mood?

After about two or three glasses of wine, a blush rose on Mom's face. She became more talkative. It wasn't easy; there was a little stimulant in the wine. Tonight, darling, I'm going to make you happy. Of course, I'll make myself happy too. Being a godmother isn't easy; how can I do it if I don't make it fun?

After a few more glasses of red wine, Mom was already a little tipsy. I thought, the time is about right. I stood up and reached out my hand to Mom again.

"Miss Li Yumei, would you like to dance with me?"

Then, we gently embraced. We swayed slowly to the rhythm of the music in the lobby. Mom's face rested on my shoulder. I whispered in her ear, "

Every morning when I wake up, I see your back as you cook, and I miss you…

When I go shopping with you, holding your hand, I miss you…"

Anyway, I was softly recounting the past month, the days we spent together. I put my arms around my mother's waist, gently stroking her. Sometimes, I'd say a few words and lightly kiss her face…

Finally, I hugged my mother tightly. Standing still, I kept kissing her face, murmuring,

"Mom, I love you…"

My mother seemed a little overwhelmed at this point. The effects of the red wine and the stimulant had begun to take hold. Combined with the sweet words I'd just spoken, and my irresistible tenderness,

I lifted my mother's face and kissed her lips. Mom turned her head away, but her arms were still around me. I turned her face back to me and kissed her. My tongue went in too, and Mom clenched her teeth tightly. I continued to kiss her tightly, then loosened my grip on her face. My hands began to caress her body.

Mom still clenched her teeth, holding my waist tightly. I touched her buttocks with one hand and her high breasts with the other. Mom grabbed me with one hand,

"No... um..."

My tongue finally went in. My tongue swirled frantically. More than a month's worth of emotions came rushing in. My hands began to grope Mom's body. Buttocks, waist, breasts...

Mom twisted and struggled desperately.

"No...no, let Mom go, no..."

At the height of Mom's struggle, I suddenly hugged her tightly. In a calm voice, I said, "Mom!!!!!!!!!"

Hearing this, Mom immediately calmed down. I looked quietly into her eyes. Slowly, word by word, I said,

"We have nothing left, only each other; nothing is left but you and me; we can only spend one lifetime together, only like this, we can't be separated anymore. Give it to me."

Mom seemed to collapse instantly. She hugged me tightly, and I hugged her back. We fell onto the sofa behind us. We kissed passionately.

I kissed and caressed her, gently taking off her clothes. This time, Mom didn't resist. She readily complied with my commands. In no time, Mom was only wearing a pink pair of underwear.

After kissing her for a while, I looked directly into her eyes.

"Honey, it's your turn to help me take them off."

Mom gently helped me remove my t-shirt and jeans.

I hugged Mom and whispered,

"You are a gift from heaven, honey. I'm going to unwrap my present."

"Hmm..." Mom turned her head away.

I casually pulled down my and my mother's underwear, my glans pressing against the entrance. Then I turned my mother's face and kissed her forehead, looking into her bright, sparkling eyes. Then I lowered my hips.

"Ah..." My mother's hips rose with the rhythm of my descent. Our bodies pressed tightly together. I entered her deeply.

Finally inside, my body didn't move. I quietly felt the softness of my mother's body. I felt my penis being wrapped tightly in a warm embrace—so tight. I gently kissed my mother's cheek. "Mom..."

My mother turned her head and looked at me.

"You're so tight down there..."

Mom pushed me away, then immediately turned her head away...

I gently pulled my penis out, and I could hear Mom's heavy breathing. Then I thrust it back in...

Mom's body rose and fell with my rhythm. I held her close, one hand squeezing her breast. She was breathing heavily. Mom's head was tilted back, her mouth slightly open...

I went faster and faster. Mom's nails gripped my back tightly, and as I thrust in and out, I whispered in Mom's ear:

"...Mom...Mom...it's so good..."

"...Don't scream..."

"...I'm going to scream, you're my mom, I'm fucking you, I'm fucking my mom..."

Mom turned her head, twisting my body with both hands. Her eyes were tightly closed. She clenched her teeth, not uttering a sound. Silently enduring my thrusts. One, then another, and another…

Suddenly, I lurched downwards. “…Ah…” Mom couldn't help but cry out. Then, straightening up, I lifted Mom's thighs, her long, white legs resting on my shoulders. Mom's hands slid from my shoulders to the sofa. This position wasn't easy to use, so I thrust my hips forward. My penis plunged deep inside, feeling resistance in front. It went in very deep.

“…Ah…” Mom cried out softly again. Her head turned upwards, her eyes beginning to open slightly. My long eyelashes twitched as I gazed dreamily at the openwork...

I wrapped my arms around my mother's thighs, my palms kneading the insides. My mother's skin was so delicate. People say fair skin hides three flaws, and while skin color is important, the key is the feel—delicate and elastic. My mother's skin had all three. Holding her thighs, I felt her skin clinging to my palms; she was truly a beauty.

Gradually, my thrusts became faster and faster. My mother's body went from gentle undulations to arousal. Finally, I thrust all the way in. Then my glans twitched rhythmically; I was about to ejaculate. I suddenly pressed myself against my mother's body, sealing her lips with mine. My tongue swirled wildly. My mother responded passionately. My semen spilled all over her body.

For a long time, we held each other tightly. I kissed my mother's hair. I whispered in her ear,

"Mom, you are my mother, you are my woman. My mother for life, my woman for life. I want you, I want you for life. I'll fuck you, I'll do it to you for life... Your man is me..."

"...I am your son, the son you gave birth to... A husband can abandon his wife, but a son cannot abandon his mother. I want to fuck you, Mom. You are mine, you will be mine for life..."

My mother didn't say anything. She held me tightly. We hugged tightly, so tightly…

for a long time, until the candles on the dining table burned out. The room was plunged into darkness. My mother and I were still embracing. The room was quiet, with only the sound of our breathing.

I stood up and turned on the main light. The living room lit up instantly, and my mother covered her face. “…No…don’t turn on the light.”

I poured two glasses of red wine and handed them to my mother. “Here, have a drink first, calm down…”

My mother took the wine and drank it all in one gulp. I poured another glass, then turned around and began to scrutinize my mother.

My mother stared blankly at the ceiling, her long hair spread across the sofa. Her sideburns were messily stuck to her forehead. My mother's chest heaved violently; her emotions were far from calm. One of her long, white legs was draped over the sofa, the other on the floor. Her pubic area was thick and dark, with a hint of tan. The semen I had just ejaculated inside her was starting to leak out, wetting the sofa.

I handed her the wine, then squeezed onto the sofa myself. Our bodies pressed together again. I held the wine in one hand and embraced her with the other, kissing her hair silently.

Her head rested on my arm, her hand gently stroking my strong chest. After a long while, my mother finally spoke.

"You bastard!"

"Yeah!"

"You're such a bastard!"

"Yeah!"

"What are you going to do now..." Mom's voice trembled slightly, almost tearful.

"What can you do? Be my woman, what else can you do? Do you want another man?"

"I'm your mother..." "

So what if I'm your mother? Mom, you're only 32, aren't you? You left Dad, you'll have to remarry sooner or later. Marrying someone else is worse than marrying me. At least I won't leave you."

She lightly hit me.

"Stop being silly, I'm serious!"

"Mom, I'm serious. I want you to give me sons. Many, many sons."

Mom calmed down. She paused and said, "Son, you have other women outside, don't you?" This time, she didn't ask if I had a girlfriend. Instead, she asked if I had other women.

I thought for a moment and honestly said, "Yes." Mom fell silent; it seemed all her men were like that. I didn't say anything either, my hands kneading her breasts, shaping them in various ways. Mom was destined to be my woman. She couldn't escape, she could never escape. She was destined to moan beneath me, destined to bear my children.

"What is she like?" Mom asked. I talked about Xiaoling, about Xiaoling's mother. I talked about the sex I started in middle school.

After listening to my story, Mom was silent. After a long while, she said softly, "You're just as much of a bastard as your father."

"No, it's not the same."

"How is it different?"

"You're just his wife; wives can be replaced. You're my mother; mothers can't be replaced."

"Go away. What kind of mother am I?"

"This is a cursed fate. Mom! Accept it. Dad can abandon you, but I can't. Because I'm your son. In the future, I might get married, but you'll be the one to manage it for me. Because you're my first wife."

It was absurd logic, but at that moment, Mom believed it.

Mom closed her eyes, two tears streaming down her cheeks.

I licked away her tears. One hand embraced her, the other caressed her body. Slowly moving downwards, teasing her clitoris.

Finally, Mom hugged me tightly. The mosquito's buzzing sound said, "Want..."

I laughed at myself, lifting my mother's chin. I said, "Mom. Say 'son's husband'

." My mother, taking the bait, completely let go, calling out incessantly.

"Son, husband. Do it to Mom. Mom will give you a son. Do it to Mom. Give it to Mom!"

My mother and I began our second round of battle. This time, my mother completely let go. She moaned loudly in rhythm with me, calling out "son's husband," "do it to me," and so on.

That night, my mother gave me her heart and body. She became mine. Of course, later, my mother told me that she actually knew about my little actions from the beginning, but she had always tolerated me. The day Xiaoling and I went to a hotel, she smelled perfume on me. So she began to have a strong sense of crisis. So she ignored my little actions. But my mother also had concerns; after all, it was incest. In the end, my words, "A wife can be replaced, but a mother cannot," moved her. After all, she had nothing left. Only me. Thinking back, I was able to seduce my mother because my mother seduce me.

From that day forward, my mother was reborn. She had lost one man, but gained another. During the month I was with my mother, we made love several times almost every night. My mother seemed to have very little sexual experience; at first, she only knew missionary. Meeting this pure, mature married woman, who was also my beloved mother who gave me life and raised me, made me feel like I was on a stimulant.

At home, I stipulated that my mother could only wear loose, short nightgowns. No underwear was allowed. This was so I could have sex anytime. After each time, I liked to question my mother about the process of having sex with my father. At first, my mother always refused to tell me. Later, she would vividly describe her sexual history each time. Each recounting would provoke even more intense teasing from me.

To please my mother, I did something. I sent my underling—the one who worked for my father—to follow his new woman. They discovered she was with one of his trusted henchmen. As a result, my father buried the man alive. The mistress, after being beaten, also miscarried. But she wasn't kicked out of the house because my father was concerned about his image and didn't want others to know he'd been cuckolded (actually, the biggest cuckoldry was inflicted on him by his son, a novice). The woman was kept at home, but she was frequently beaten. From then on, my father became paranoid. He couldn't trust any of his henchmen. And I went home and started taking over my father's business.

My mother was very excited when she heard this news. That night, my mother was incredibly gentle, melting my heart. After we finished, she lay on top of me, tracing circles on my chest with her fingers. Suddenly, she said, "Son, from now on, all your women will be under your mother's control. Right?"

I exhaled a puff of smoke and said, "Of course."

"I'm your woman, you'll want me for life, right?"

"Yes!"

"Or, why don't you take your grandma, aunt, and other women too?"

"Cough..."

I choked on my smoke.

"They don't treat me like a daughter, a sister, or an older sister, and I don't care about them either..."

You could say my mother's family is full of beautiful women and handsome men. But their character is questionable. My mother started dating my father when she was 16, largely because my grandfather and his family were greedy for money. My uncle is quite handsome, so he managed to snag a beautiful woman. They even have a pretty daughter, who's currently in the second year of junior high. My aunt is six years younger than my mother and looks a lot like her. She's a slut and frequently changes partners.

How to describe my maternal grandfather's family? Greedy. Very greedy. They've cheated almost all our relatives and friends. Now they have almost no friends. But because my family is wealthy, they're doing alright. My maternal grandmother does yoga almost every day; she's just over fifty, but looks like a woman in her thirties.

The most crucial thing is that my maternal grandfather passed away two years ago. It was from excessive drinking and alcohol poisoning.

I think of the alluring faces of my maternal grandmother, aunt, and uncle. My penis instantly hardened. Pressed against my mother, who was kissing my stomach, I slowly moved downwards. Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through my penis, and my mother bit me. Then she gave me a seductive look.

"Just thinking about it makes me hard, you… don't…"

Before she could finish, I pushed her onto the sofa…

The rest is simple: my uncle and aunt swindled a large sum of money from my mother, claiming it was for business. But these two were all talk and no action, and ended up losing everything. Then, I borrowed a large sum of money from someone at exorbitant interest rates for my uncle, and that was lost too. With no other option, my uncle had to flee to another city to avoid trouble, abandoning my grandmother, aunt, and other relatives. But no sooner had he left than I had him killed.

My grandmother and aunt were harassed by gangsters every day for debt collection. Their house was covered in red paint. They even threatened to force them to sell their bodies to pay off their debts.

Desperate, my grandmother had no choice but to call my mother for help. When my mother answered, she coldly said, "Come and talk to me yourself."

One evening, my grandmother arrived. That night, I stayed inside. My mother greeted my grandmother in the living room. My mother was wearing a sexy nightgown, completely naked underneath. She crossed her legs, her two white thighs spread wide.

My grandmother also sensed something was wrong. But she couldn't care less. The moment she saw her, she burst into tears, her face streaked with snot, "Daughter, I'm so sorry. But you can't leave me alone..."

She wailed for a long time, but her mother remained silent. Her grandmother was exhausted too. She could only manage a dry laugh as she looked at her mother.

Suddenly, her mother stood up and walked over to her grandmother. She pinched her grandmother's breast and called out, "...Mom..."

in a very sweet voice. Hearing this from my room, my penis instantly hardened.

"I didn't realize you had such a good figure. Your breasts are so firm; men always like that,"

her mother said. Her grandmother was stunned. She didn't know what to say. But she wanted her daughter to help, and dared not resist. She could only endure it.

While praising her grandmother's figure, her mother casually pulled off her grandmother's outer garment. Through the crack in the door, I could see that my grandmother was shirtless, wearing only a knee-length skirt. Her two slender, lotus-root-like legs were crossed awkwardly. She crossed her arms over her chest and said to my mother, very embarrassed, "Daughter, I'm sorry. It's understandable that you hate me. But we are mother and daughter. You can't just stand by and watch her die."

My mother easily sat back down on the sofa, took a sip of coffee, and smiled at my grandmother. She said, "Mom, we're family. How could I not help? But I couldn't help her..."

My grandmother panicked and suddenly knelt down, placing her hands on my mother's knees.

"Daughter, please forgive me..."

I saw my grandmother's breasts. The nipples were a little dark, but the breasts were large, and importantly, they weren't sagging. I endured it, waiting for my mother's signal.

My mother smiled but didn't say anything. One hand pinched my grandmother's breast, and the other reached under her skirt. My grandmother didn't dare move, letting my mother do as she pleased.

My mother said in a coquettish voice, "Mom...it's nothing. When the baby comes back, I'll tell him, what's the big deal? Come on, let's chat, mother and daughter. Mom, we haven't talked in a long time."

Then she lay on top of my grandmother, sucking on her breasts. While sucking, she started pulling down my grandmother's skirt. My grandmother didn't dare move. Soon, my mother was completely naked. She hugged my mother, twisting her body. Dodging her mother's hand, she said, "Daughter, it's my fault... I don't mind whatever you do to me..."

Then, the two women hugged. Soon, her mother's clothes were stripped off and thrown on the floor. Seeing that it was enough, I walked out of the room naked and shouted, "Mom, what are you doing? Grandma hasn't come in so long, aren't you going to treat her well?"

Grandma was twisting her body, and when she saw me, her eyes widened, bewildered. My mother, still clinging to Grandma, turned her head and said, "You bad boy, only just arrived? Your grandma's all wet."

I went over and hugged my mother. Grandma looked at her naked daughter and grandson, stunned. At this point, she knew what had happened. But it was too shocking. She didn't know what to do for a moment.

Her mother ignored her, pouting, "Son, Mommy wants..."

and then gave me a long, minute-long kiss. I got excited and was about to make a move when her mother stopped me, giving me a seductive look. She said, "Son, don't rush. Let Grandma serve Mommy first, and then..."

...Slap...

Grandma received a heavy slap across the face, and Mom grabbed her hair, pressing her face down onto the sofa. "You old slut, you've finally met your match..."

Grandma couldn't make a sound, only groaned.

Then, Mom slapped her again. "Slut, lick me..."

Grandma hesitated; today's events were too bizarre.

I kicked Grandma in the butt. "Hurry up, or you're not done for today..."

Grandma was scared; she knew our family was involved in that kind of business. She could only kneel on the ground, holding back her tears as she licked Mom's vulva.

Looking from behind, I noticed that Grandma's vagina resembled Mom's. It had a dense thicket of hair, and her vulva was a bit dark, but very plump. I reached out and probed a few times. Grandma didn't dare resist, continuing to lick.

Meanwhile, Mom, her face tilted back, began to moan. I couldn't resist any longer and slowly lifted Grandma's buttocks. Holding my penis, I aimed it at her vaginal opening and gently rubbed it. Grandma probably knew she wouldn't get through today. She didn't dare resist, only lifting her buttocks and waiting.

"Plop!" My penis slid in all at once. Grandma had been teased by Mom earlier and was already wet and slippery. I inserted it easily. They were truly mother and daughter; even their vaginas were similarly tight. After inserting, it felt like my penis was being bitten by tiny mouths. I couldn't help but cry out.

Soon, I ejaculated for the first time.

Grandma knelt listlessly on the carpet, staring blankly at her grandson who had just raped her. Her daughter also knelt on the carpet, her mouth only containing the thing that had just come out of her body.

I stroked my mother's head, smiling at Grandma,

"Grandma, you're amazing, at your age... Although you're not quite as good as Mom, you're still irresistible. I really suspect Grandpa really did die of alcohol poisoning... on your belly, didn't he..."

Grandma's will was weak, and she quickly succumbed. She accepted the fact that she had become her grandson's mistress and accepted my mother's training. My mother, who had been docile for decades, seemed to suddenly unleash the dark side of her heart. She relentlessly trained Grandma for a week. I trained my grandmother into a bitch I could sleep with anytime.

Then, a week after my grandmother's fall, my aunt, cousin, and other female relatives followed suit. At this time, bad news came from home. My father had a stroke. When I got home, I found him lying on the floor. The mistress who stole my mother's man was naked, handcuffed to a chair. Her thighs were spread wide, her vulva still pink. There were several cigarette burn scars on her inner thighs.

I had someone take my father to the hospital; it was definitely a stroke. Even if it wasn't a stroke, I wanted to make him have one. And my stepmother and I spent a lewd night together.

…………………………

A year has passed. It has been a painful yet joyful year. After my father suffered a stroke, many of his loyal henchmen began to establish their own factions, raising their own banners and declaring themselves kings. I, however, only had a portion of the men I had taken over from my father. But I didn't rush into anything. I temporarily withdrew from the underworld, honestly engaging in legitimate business while secretly supporting the infighting among the various factions. I also secretly reconnected with my father's old connections in the government. When these factions were weakened, I stepped in to clean up the mess, finally reunifying the small town. I became the town's unofficial mayor.

In that year, I gathered all my women together: Xiaoling and her daughter, my junior high school homeroom teacher, and so on.

It was a year of surprises. I unified both the legitimate and criminal worlds in the small town and even successfully broke the tradition of the Liu family having only one son for three generations. Because in that year, my teacher, aunt, and Xiaoling's mother all got pregnant, and even my maternal grandmother got pregnant. When she heard the news, my mother seemed to go crazy. She desperately tried to have sex with me, but she lost again. She lost to the mother of my father's mistress from back then. Haha, I also brought my father's mistress's mother into the room. But not long after, my mother finally got pregnant. The test showed it was a boy...

Now, looking back, my happy sex life really did start with my mother.

That afternoon, my phone rang. As soon as I answered, the other end spoke: "Xiao Liu, this is Sister Zeng. I'm at the People's Hospital. Your mother committed suicide and was just brought to the hospital..." Sister Zeng was the nanny my mother hired.

After receiving the call, I immediately rushed home from the provincial capital—to a remote small city.

I'm a second-generation rich kid; my dad is a local tyrant in our city, the kind who has connections in both the legal and illegal worlds. In our hometown, it seems like our family has a stake in almost every business I know of.

I'm studying in the provincial capital alone. My parents have only been separated for six months. Why are they separated? Because their mistress moved in. Rich people, you know, who doesn't have a few women? But they don't bring them home. The problem is, what if the mistress is pregnant? Apparently, the tests showed it's a boy, and our family has only had one son for three generations… My mom, who was originally indecisive, finally made her first major decision after the mistress came to the village—she ran away from home.

I drove to the hospital and found the caregiver my mom had hired. Knowing that my mom wasn't seriously injured, I finally breathed a sigh of relief. After returning the money I'd borrowed for the medicine to Sister Zeng, I started talking about my mother's situation. It turned out it was related to my uncle and aunt.

Actually, they'd been wealthy for many years. My mother still had some money when she ran away from home. And the house they lived in was registered in her name. Life was going on as before. A while ago, my uncle and aunt came to my mother's house. They said they had a good way to make money, but they lacked capital… So my mother invested, and even mortgaged the house to the bank… The result, well, you can probably guess.

I spent the night in the hospital, and my mother woke up. When she woke up, I was brushing my teeth in the bathroom. I heard the nurse who was changing her dressing say outside, "Oh, you're awake!" I rushed out of the room. My mother's eyes were staring blankly at the ceiling.

I rushed over and called out, "Mom!" Hearing my voice, she turned around immediately. Seeing it was me, she burst into tears. I hugged her tightly, patting her back, saying, "It's alright, it's alright..." She murmured, "Mom has nothing left, Mom has nothing left..."

Because Sister Zeng discovered her early and treated her quickly, my mother wasn't seriously injured. She was discharged after two days. But where could she go? She could only come back to the provincial capital with me. Before, I was an only child. My father always thought, "How can the heir of the Liu family study in a small rural town?" So in my first year of high school, they sent me to a prestigious school in the provincial capital. They bought an apartment near the school. I usually lived there alone, except for the occasional overnight stay with Xiaoling. Xiaoling was my girlfriend, a cute girl with a youthful face and large breasts. Before going home, I called Xiaoling and told her to quickly take her things from the house. Haha, I didn't want my mom to know I was in a relationship. But I never expected that when things came out, it would become the fuse that ignited a whole bunch of problems.

After that suicide attempt, my mom became withdrawn and didn't want to see anyone. At first, she hid in the house all day. Her husband didn't want her anymore, and her brother and sister had deceived her. She had nothing, except her son.

It happened to be summer vacation at that time, and I had time to spend with her. I couldn't be with Xiaoling anymore, for my mom's sake. To comfort her, I accompanied my mother for walks.

After this incident, my mother cherished her home deeply. Or rather, it was the only home she had left. She didn't want to leave home. Her favorite thing was doing housework, even though she hadn't done it much for many years. During that month, my mother would always wake me up early on time and then eat the breakfast she made herself. It was awful! But I always ate it all. My mother would always sit reclining in her chair, supporting her gills with one hand, quietly watching me finish the corn porridge and steamed buns. While eating breakfast, whenever I looked up, I could always see the morning sunlight shining through the window and onto her face. My mother's eyelashes were so long. She had a high, straight nose and an oval face. So beautiful.

After breakfast, I'd either hold her hand and stroll through the market, or drive to the suburbs for a walk…

In the evenings, she always liked to sit in the living room—the TV on, the volume low; the lights dim; me holding her. She'd reminisce over and over again, telling me stories from my childhood. My mother used to be a very quiet person, but since that incident, it's like she suddenly opened a box of words for me. To be honest, I used to be closer to my father. My mother cared about me a lot, but usually she was like an invisible person, rarely speaking. She didn't talk to me much either.

That month, I only occasionally texted my father to tell him that my mother was alright. Actually, my father also wanted my mother to come home, but he always thought, "A woman who can't earn money is out there." Sooner or later she'd run out of money and naturally go home. But I didn't expect her to be so resolute this time.

Then she secretly tried to see Xiaoling. But because she spent all her time with her mother, she couldn't see Xiaoling much. And each time they met, all they could do was hug and kiss, and touch her a few times. They couldn't do anything else. I'm so frustrated... but I can't help it. My mother has to take care of things.

The weather was getting hotter and hotter, even though there was air conditioning. My mother couldn't stand the smell in the air-conditioned room, so she could only use a fan. But in this weather, the air from the fan was also hot. Even without moving, she was covered in sweat. It felt like she was wrapped in a shell. At home, we wore less and less clothing. My mother still wanted me to hold her in her arms as always, and as always, she reminisced about the past over and over again. It was so miserable for me.

I stayed with my mother like this for about two weeks. I finally couldn't take it anymore. One afternoon, I made an excuse and ran away. I called Xiaoling and booked a hotel room. But as soon as I took my pants off, the phone rang—it was my mother calling. I blurted out, "Damn it..."

As I got home and turned the key, I heard hurried footsteps inside. The door opened. Mom hugged me tightly. "Baby, you're back! I missed you so much!"

Mom held me close, our bodies pressed together. Two soft mounds of flesh pressed against my chest. Oh, Mom wasn't wearing a bra. She'd just been to a hotel with Xiaoling, just a quick thrust, and hadn't even ejaculated before running home. My little brother was still throbbing with erections. With Mom's hug, my half-erect penis suddenly stood erect, pressing against Mom's vulva.

My face flushed instantly—that was my mother! How could I do that? My mother hadn't yet noticed my erection. She buried her face in my shoulder. I gently patted her back. My bottom subtly wiggled back. This way, my "brother" left my mother's body.

Mother and son hugged like that at the door for a while, my bottom sticking out the whole time. My back was about to break when my mother finally let go of me. She took my hand and led me home. Now, I could finally get a good look at my mother. What a magnificent woman!

1.74 meters tall. Her upper and lower body proportions were the perfect golden ratio. Her bottom was pert, but her waist had no excess fat. It stood high on her hips. Because she's very tall, she's not hourglass-shaped from a distance. Her figure is very well-proportioned. Because of the hot weather and her lack of breath, my mother was dressed very lightly. She was only wearing a short skirt that just covered her underwear. Her two long, white legs were crossed and exposed on the sofa.

I remembered that my mother and father started dating when she was 16, and that's how I came to be. That year, my mother had just been admitted to a vocational school. My father was the vice-principal of that school (haha, my father is still working in the civil service, but his position is never high; he's a hidden figure in the government). My mother didn't get married until a year after I was born because she wasn't of legal age yet. A school principal having an affair with a female student—what a scoundrel! And my father was already in his forties at that time. A school principal having an affair with a female student—even today, that's something everyone condemns. Needless to say, back then... what a beast!

From that day on, I started looking at my mother with the eyes of a woman.

...When she bent over to pick something up, her buttocks hooked out a full curve...

...Mom was cross-legged on the sofa, her two long white legs swinging, and I could vaguely see what was in the middle...

...When she bent over to face me, I could see through her collar. A deep cleavage. Two black nipples adorned two mounds of white flesh. Damn, bamboo shoot-shaped...

Oh my god, I couldn't help but fall in love with this woman. So sexy.

I couldn't do anything with my own mother. But I could at least take advantage of her, right? From that day on, I started making many little gestures towards my mother.

...

When Mom was cooking, I would hug her waist from behind and gently kiss her cheek. Then I pouted and said,

"Mom... what's good to eat today? I'm hungry... hurry up!"

"Get away..."

"You were cutting meat, and you smeared it on my face..."

"Who told you to suddenly come over and scare me?"

...

"Mom... this stir-fried pork is too salty..."

I held a piece of meat with my chopsticks and brought it to my mom. Mom ate it in one bite.

"It's salty, but the taste is just right..."

Looking at my mom's lips, I couldn't help but think about what it would be like if she were sucking my penis...

Sometimes I think I'm playing with fire. At first, I just couldn't help wanting to take advantage of her. But later, my mind was filled with images of my mom and me being intimate in bed.

"I want this woman... I want this woman... I want this woman..."

I kept repeating this sentence in my mind.

"She's my mom, that's incest... Whatever, once the door's closed, who knows?"

"Xiaoling knows what to do... Whatever, sooner or later she and her mom will be playing with me."

"Dad still loves Mom, Dad's been good to me... Whatever, everything Dad owns will be mine sooner or later..."

... ... ... ... ... ...

Ever since I made up my mind to get my mom, I started carefully planning how. Now I'm having a headache because I don't have much experience with dating. I remember back home, my favorite thing to do was drive around the city. If I saw a lone girl, I'd ask if she wanted a ride. If she agreed, I'd take her straight to a hotel and have sex with her that night. Even my junior high homeroom teacher, it was love at first sight. But this is my mom, I can't force her.

I racked my brains and came up with the following method:

Step 1: Continue to maintain physical contact with my mom so that she won't be too physically averse at the beginning;

Step 2: Continue to walk around with my mom, but gradually dilute the mother-son relationship and shift towards a friend relationship;

Step 3: Given my mom's mindset, she has nothing left. Only me. I need to instill in her the idea that we depend on each other for survival.

And so, I began my plan to woo my mom:

Scenario 1:

Because I had been doing the first two steps after my mom arrived home, further steps weren't so obvious. There were just some more couple-like actions. For example, when we went out, I would proactively hold her hand from the moment we left until we got home.

Women are quite enthusiastic shoppers, often spending an entire day walking around. You have to patiently accompany them.

When we got home, I massaged my mother's feet.

"Walking all day, I'm exhausted! You're amazing, wearing high heels. Only people who are 1.5 meters tall wear them. Why are you wearing them... Come on, let me massage you,"

my mother said lazily, leaning against the sofa. I lifted her feet, took off her high heels, and grabbed her soles with both hands, pressing my thumbs firmly against her feet.

"Mmm... mmm... like this... so comfortable!"

Within a few days, the massage area had moved from her calves to her back. My mother usually lay face down on the sofa, and I sat on her lap, pressing my hands down from her arms.

At first, I was quite proper. The massage mainly focused on her waist, occasionally touching her buttocks. But when I pressed near the key areas, Mom always whispered that it felt good. I also dared to try it out. When I pressed under her arms, my hands always pushed forward intentionally or unintentionally. I could always feel the softness and warmth of Mom's breasts. Mom didn't react, still keeping her head down and lying obediently.

Scene Two

: These past few days, I've watched a lot of romantic movies.

All kinds, romantic, funny, adventure—don't misunderstand, they're all legitimate romantic movies, nothing erotic. I'm just trying to guide Mom's thinking in a romantic direction.

When the mother and son were snuggling together on the sofa,

the living room was dimly lit, the only light source being the television.

At this point, I can gently embrace her, and after a while, if I hold her tighter, Mom will naturally rest her head on my shoulder. My other hand can rest on her thigh. As the movie progresses, I can gently caress her, following the flow of the story. Because the woman is already immersed in the movie, gentle movements will deepen her immersion and make her more dependent on me.

When the TV show got emotional, I would kiss my mom's cheek.

Gradually, my mom got used to many of the little gestures I usually only did with couples.

Occasionally, my mom would rest her head on my arm. I would hug her back. She didn't react.

After watching a movie, my mom laughed and mentioned the handsome older man in the film.

I said, "You only watch older handsome men, what about the young handsome men next to you??"

Then I pushed my mom down onto the sofa and grabbed her arm. My mom giggled and patted and pushed me away.

The position was very ambiguous; I was pressed against my mom's body. My mother's legs were wrapped around me. Since we were at home, she was only wearing a nightgown. While we were playing around, the nightgown was unknowingly lifted up most of the way. I saw her panties, a black pair. These were panties somewhere between regular women's underwear and a thong. The fabric was minimal, just enough to cover her pubic area. I could even see two pubic hairs sticking out from the lace trim.

Seeing this always made me involuntarily hard. And my penis always shamelessly pressed against my mother's thighs. But my mother never seemed to notice.

(Scene 3

: Sometimes when watching TV, especially fashion programs. Most women love watching these. Watching the models on TV.) I would compare the model to my mom.

"Mom, this outfit is really nice, but the model's chest isn't perky enough, and her butt isn't perky enough, so it doesn't show off the shape of the outfit..."

Then, when I was walking with my mom, I would see similar clothes...

"Mom, look, doesn't this outfit look like the one on yesterday's show? It would suit you perfectly..."

"Mom, look, doesn't this outfit look like the one on yesterday's show? It would suit you perfectly..."

"Nonsense, Mom doesn't want it. I don't have that kind of figure."

"Mom, you're so mean. You know that model is nowhere near as good as you..."

Once, I mustered up the courage to bring my mom a sexy nightgown. Half-jokingly, I said, "Mom, this one suits you..." My mom shyly pushed me away and didn't say anything.

But when we paid, she took the nightgown with her.

Scene Four:

Ever since my last hotel stay with Xiaoling, the content of our evening reminiscing has seemed to change. My mom started talking to me about my current life. As we talked, she always inquired about my love life.

For example, what kind of girl do I like?

Have I started dating?

...

It wasn't until after my first time with my mom that I found out. That day, when I came home, she smelled my perfume. She started to realize: her son was in love. She began to feel insecure. Her last man might leave her and be taken away...

I love these kinds of conversations. I'll say: The person I like is tall, at least 1.7 meters. Long hair...

After I'd said that for a while, my mom realized I was talking about her... She'd lightly tap me, saying,

"You're so cheap. I'm being serious..."

"Mom, I'm being serious. I like women like that,"

I'd occasionally say. Back home, Dad was always out and about. Only Mom was there with me. Later, we went to the provincial capital, and I was alone. Now, thankfully, Mom's by my side; she's all I have left…

My plan to woo Mom has gone surprisingly smoothly. Mom and I are gradually becoming more and more like a couple, rather than mother and son. Of course, this is also because Mom didn't have many friends before, and then she was suddenly abandoned by those around her. Plus, we're together day and night, which is why things have progressed so quickly. And indeed, I've become the only person left by Mom's side.

Now, everything is ready; all that's left is sex. Mom, just wait for my final showdown. I'm waiting for the right moment to take the last step. The final assault will begin in the first week after school starts...

Finally, school starts, because I have to go to school. Of course, I have to leave Mom during the day. A person has two legs to walk on. I need to appease my "first wife" (in my mind, I already consider Mom my first wife), and of course, I need to appease my "second wife" too. I neglected my little sex slave for the entire summer vacation. So, every day after school, we'd find a secluded corner for a half-day of tender moments. Of course, it would only be kissing and touching, nothing more. Because I need to save my energy. To sink Mom's ship in one fell swoop.

After spending a summer together day and night, I'm not used to Mom leaving. But there's nothing I can do. I have to go to school. So, our nightly meetings have become exceptionally intimate.

Saturday arrived, and that day I dragged my mom's hand to Guanyin Mountain, the most famous mountain in the provincial capital, for a relaxing stroll. There's a well-known "Couple's Road" on the mountain. My

mom and I walked hand-in-hand along the road. Every now and then, we'd see a couple embracing at a corner. I put my arm around my mom and pointed to a stone chair. The chair was well-hidden, hidden behind the trees.

"Mom, look. What's that…?"

Mom looked and saw it was an abandoned condom. There seemed to be some liquid inside…

"You're naughty…" Mom pushed me…

I secretly pointed to a couple in the distance.

"Mom, what's naughty about it? They just went up the mountain to pray to Guanyin after they were done, for Guanyin to grant them a child…"

And so, my mom and I spent the whole day on Guanyin Mountain. As dusk approached, we finally returned to the city. Mom suggested we eat out before going home. I firmly objected, saying I was covered in sweat and needed to shower first. Mom couldn't persuade me otherwise and had to agree.

Back at the door, I opened it, turned around, and hugged Mom tightly, gently kissing her cheek.

"Mom… don't come in yet. Wait for me at the door, I'll call you when I call you."

"Don't worry about me, be good, listen to me…"

It was late, just as the streetlights were coming on. Mom couldn't see inside the house from the doorway; it was too dark. She could only wait curiously at the door, occasionally wanting to peek out, but she resisted.

After a while, a sliver of light came from inside. Then I heard my son call out,

"Mom, come in!"

Curious, Mom walked into the house and saw me standing in the entryway. She took a couple more steps and was stunned.

There were two candles lit on the dining table. The candlelight flickered, illuminating two neatly arranged sets of Western-style cutlery. I picked up the remote and pressed it. Soft music began to play. Then I knelt down on one knee, extended my hand…

"Miss Li Chunmei, would you like to have dinner with me?"

Mom was momentarily stunned and stood there motionless.

"Son, what's going on here?" I asked softly.

"I called the Western restaurant at Printemps in Paris and asked them to help with the decorations. Do you like it?"

Then, I repeated,

"Miss Li Yumei, would you like to have dinner with me?"

My mother blushed slightly and placed her hand in mine. I took her hand and led her to the table. I pulled out a chair and, very gentlemanly, invited her to sit down.

We drank red wine, supposedly from Bordeaux, and ate veal steaks cooked by a French chef. I looked tenderly into my mother's eyes and we started chatting softly. We talked about the couples we saw on the street that day, and about my plan to take my mother on a trip for two...

The steaks had been cooked for a while and were a little overcooked. But neither my mother nor I noticed. Soft music, soft whispers, dim lighting. Who wouldn't want to say something that spoils the mood?

After about two or three glasses of wine, a blush rose on Mom's face. She became more talkative. It wasn't easy; there was a little stimulant in the wine. Tonight, darling, I'm going to make you high. Of course, I'll make myself high too. Being a "godmother" isn't easy; how can I do it without getting her high?

After a few more glasses of red wine, Mom was already a little tipsy. I thought, the time is about right. I stood up and reached out my hand to Mom again.

"Miss Li Yumei, would you like to dance with me?"

Then, we gently embraced. We swayed slowly to the rhythm of the music in the lobby. Mom's face rested on my shoulder. I whispered in her ear.

Every morning when I wake up, I see your back as you cook, and I miss you…

When I go shopping with you, holding your hand, I miss you…

Anyway, I'm gently recounting the past month. The days we spent together. I hug my mother's waist, my hand gently stroking her. Sometimes, I say a few words, then lightly kiss her face…

Finally, I hug my mother tightly. Standing still, I keep kissing my mother's face, murmuring,

"Mom, I love you…"

My mother seems a little overwhelmed at this moment. The effects of the red wine and the stimulant have taken hold. Coupled with the sweet words just now, and my fatal tenderness.

I lift my mother's face and kiss her lips. My mother turns her head away, but her arms are still holding me. I turned my mother's face back to me and kissed her deeply. My tongue darted in, but she clenched her teeth tightly. I continued kissing her passionately, then released her face. My hands began to caress her body.

She still clenched her teeth, clinging to my waist. One hand touched her buttocks, the other her high, firm breasts. My mother grabbed my hand,

"No... um..."

My tongue finally slipped inside. My tongue swirled wildly. Over a month's worth of pent-up emotions surged forth. My hands began to roam freely over my mother's body. Buttocks, waist, breasts...

My mother struggled and twisted desperately.

"No...no, let Mom go, no..."

At the height of Mom's struggle, I suddenly hugged her tightly. In a calm voice, I said, "Mom!!!!!!!!!"

Hearing this, Mom immediately calmed down. I looked quietly into her eyes. Slowly, word by word, I said,

"We have nothing left, only each other; nothing is left but you and me; we can only spend one lifetime together, only like this, we can't be separated anymore. Give it to me."

Mom seemed to collapse instantly. She hugged me tightly, and I hugged her back. We fell onto the sofa behind us. We kissed passionately.

I kissed and caressed her, gently taking off her clothes. This time, Mom didn't resist. She readily complied with my commands. Soon, Mom was only wearing a pink pair of underwear.

After kissing her for a while, I looked directly into her eyes.

"Honey, it's your turn to help me take them off."

Mom gently helped me remove my t-shirt and jeans.

I hugged Mom and whispered,

"You're a gift from heaven, honey. I'm going to unwrap the gift."

"Mmm..." Mom turned her head away.

I easily pulled off both my and Mom's underwear, my glans pressing against her vulva. Then I turned Mom's face towards me and kissed her forehead. I looked into her bright, sparkling eyes. Then I lowered my hips.

"Ah..." Mom's buttocks rose with my downward rhythm. Our bodies pressed tightly together. I entered her deeply.

Finally inside, my body didn't move. Quietly feeling the softness of Mom's body. Feeling my penis being wrapped tightly in a warm embrace—so tight. I gently kissed Mom's face. "Mom..."

Mom turned her head to look at me.

"You're so tight down there..."

Mom pushed me away, then immediately turned her head away again...

I gently pulled my penis out, and I could hear Mom's heavy breathing. Then I thrust it in again...

Mom's body rose and fell with my rhythm. I held her close, one hand squeezing her breast. My breathing was heavy. Mom's head was tilted back, her mouth slightly open…

My pace quickened. Mom's nails gripped my back tightly. As I thrust in and out, I whispered in her ear,

"...Mom…Mom…it feels so good…"

"...Don't scream…"

"...I'm going to scream, you're my mom, I'm fucking you, I'm fucking my mom…"

Mom turned her head, twisting my arms around me. Her eyes were tightly closed. She clenched her teeth, silent, enduring my thrusts. One thrust, another, and another…

Suddenly, I plunged down. "...Ah…" Mom couldn't help but cry out. Then, straightening up, I lifted my mother's two thighs, placing her long, white legs on my shoulders. Her hands slid off my shoulders and rested on the sofa. This position wasn't easy to exert force in, so I thrust my hips forward. My penis plunged deep inside, feeling some resistance. It went in very deep.

"...Ah..." my mother let out another soft cry. Her head turned upwards, her eyes beginning to open slightly. Her long eyelashes trembled as she gazed dreamily at the exposed floorboards...

I wrapped my arms around my mother's thighs, my palms kneading the insides of her thighs. My mother's skin was so delicate. People say fair skin hides three flaws, and while skin tone is certainly important... But the key was the feel—smooth and elastic. My mother's skin possessed all three of those qualities. My hand gripped her thigh, feeling her skin cling to my palm; she was truly exquisite.

Gradually, my thrusts became faster and faster. My mother's body, which had started with gentle undulations, now swelled with desire. Finally, I thrust all the way in at once. Then my glans twitched rhythmically; I was about to ejaculate. I collapsed onto my mother's body, sealing her mouth with mine. My tongue swirled frantically. My mother responded passionately. My semen sprayed all over her body.

For a long time, we held each other tightly. I kissed my mother's hair. I whispered in her ear,

"Mom, you're my mother, you're my woman. My mother for life, my woman for life. I want you, I want you for life. I'll fuck you, I'll do it with you for life… Your man is me…" "

…I'm your son, the son you gave birth to… A husband can abandon his wife, but a son can't abandon his mother. I want to do it with you, Mom. You're mine, you'll be mine for life…"

My mother didn't say anything. She hugged me tightly. Tightly, tightly…

We hugged for a long time, until the candles on the dining table burned out. The room was plunged into darkness. My mother and I were still embracing. The room was quiet, only the sound of our breathing could be heard.

I stood up and turned on the main light. The living room suddenly lit up, and Mom immediately covered her face. "...No...don't turn on the lights."

I poured two glasses of red wine and handed them to Mom. "Here, have a drink, calm down..."

Mom took the wine and drank it all in one gulp. I poured another glass, then turned around and began to scrutinize Mom.

Mom stared blankly at the ceiling, her long hair spilling onto the sofa. Her sideburns were messily plastered to her forehead. Her high chest heaved violently; Mom's emotions seemed far from calm. Two long, white legs, one draped over the sofa, the other on the floor. Her pubic area was thick and dark. The semen I had just ejaculated inside her was starting to leak out, wetting the sofa.

I handed the wine to my mother again, then squeezed onto the sofa. Our bodies were pressed together once more. I held the wine in one hand and embraced her with the other. I kissed her hair, silent.

My mother's head rested on my arm, her hand gently stroking my strong chest. After a long while, my mother finally spoke.

"You bastard!"

"Yeah!"

"You're such a bastard!"

"Yeah!"

"What are you going to do now..." Mom's voice trembled slightly, almost tearful.

"What can you do? Be my woman, what else can you do? Do you want another man?"

"I'm your mother..." "

So what if I'm your mother? Mom, you're only 32, aren't you? You left Dad, you'll have to remarry sooner or later. Marrying someone else is worse than marrying me. At least I won't leave you."

She lightly hit me.

"Stop being silly, I'm serious!"

"Mom, I'm serious. I want you to give me sons. Many, many sons."

Mom calmed down. She paused and said, "Son, you have other women outside, don't you?" This time, she didn't ask if I had a girlfriend. Instead, she asked if I had other women.

I thought for a moment and honestly said, "Yes." Mom fell silent; it seemed all her men were like that. I didn't say anything either, my hands kneading her breasts, shaping them in various ways. Mom was destined to be my woman. She couldn't escape, she could never escape. She was destined to moan beneath me, destined to bear my children.

"What is she like?" Mom asked. I talked about Xiaoling, about Xiaoling's mother. I talked about the sex I started in middle school.

After listening to my story, Mom was silent. After a long while, she said softly, "You're just as much of a bastard as your father."

"No, it's not the same."

"How is it different?"

"You're just his wife; wives can be replaced. You're my mother; mothers can't be replaced."

"Go away. What kind of mother am I?"

"This is a cursed fate. Mom! Accept it. Dad can abandon you, but I can't. Because I'm your son. In the future, I might get married, but you'll be the one to manage it for me. Because you're my first wife."

It was absurd logic, but at that moment, Mom believed it.

Mom closed her eyes, two tears streaming down her cheeks.

I licked away her tears. One hand embraced her, the other caressed her body. Slowly moving downwards, teasing her clitoris.

Finally, Mom hugged me tightly. The mosquito's buzzing sound said, "Want..."

I laughed at myself, lifting my mother's chin. I said, "Mom. Say 'son's husband'

." My mother, taking the bait, completely let go, calling out incessantly.

"Son, husband. Do it to Mom. Mom will give you a son. Do it to Mom. Give it to Mom!"

My mother and I began our second round of battle. This time, my mother completely let go. She moaned loudly in rhythm with me, calling out "son's husband," "do it to me," and so on.

That night, my mother gave me her heart and body. She became mine. Of course, later, my mother told me that she actually knew about my little actions from the beginning, but she had always tolerated me. The day Xiaoling and I went to a hotel, she smelled perfume on me. So she began to have a strong sense of crisis. So she ignored my little actions. But my mother also had concerns; after all, it was incest. In the end, my words, "A wife can be replaced, but a mother cannot," moved her. After all, she had nothing left. Only me. Thinking back, I was able to seduce my mother because my mother seduce me.

From that day on, my mother was reborn. She lost a man, but gained another. During the month my mother and I were together, we made love several times almost every night. My mother seemed to have very little sexual experience; at first, she only knew missionary. Meeting such a pure, mature married woman, and moreover, my beloved mother who gave me life and raised me... Just thinking about this made me feel like I had taken an aphrodisiac.

At home, I stipulated that Mom could only wear loose, short nightgowns. No underwear was allowed. This was so I could have sex anytime. After each time, I liked to interrogate Mom and Dad about their lovemaking in detail. At first, Mom always refused to talk. Later, she would vividly describe her sexual history every time. Each story would arouse my more intense sexual harassment.

To please Mom, I did something. I sent my little brother—the one who worked alongside Dad—to follow Dad's new woman. They discovered she was with one of his trusted henchmen. As a result, Dad buried the man alive. The mistress, after being beaten, also miscarried. But he wasn't kicked out of the house because his father was proud and didn't want others to know he'd been cuckolded (actually, the biggest cuckoldry was inflicted on him by his son, a novice). The woman was still kept at home, but she was frequently beaten. From then on, his father became paranoid, distrusting all his subordinates. I also returned home and started taking over his business.

When my mother heard the news, she was very excited. That night, she was incredibly gentle, melting my heart. Afterwards, she lay on top of me, tracing circles on my chest with her fingers. Suddenly she said, "Son, from now on, all your women will be under your mother's control. Right?"

I exhaled a puff of smoke and said, "Of course."

"I'm your woman, you'll want me for life, right?"

"Yes!"

"Or, why don't you take your grandma, aunt, and other women too!"

"Cough..."

I choked on my smoke.

"They don't treat me like a daughter, sister, or older sister, so I don't care about them either..."

You could say my mom's family is full of beautiful women and handsome men. But their character is terrible. My mom started dating my dad when she was 16. A large part of it was because my grandparents were greedy. My uncle is also a very handsome man, so he cheated on a beautiful woman. They even had a pretty daughter. She's still in the second year of junior high. My aunt is six years younger than my mother and looks very much like her. She's a slut and frequently changes men.

How to describe my maternal grandfather's family? Greedy. Very greedy. Almost all their relatives and friends have been cheated by them. Now they have almost no friends. But because my family is wealthy, my maternal grandfather's family is doing alright. My maternal grandmother does yoga almost every day; she's just over fifty, but looks like a woman in her thirties.

The most crucial thing is that my maternal grandfather passed away two years ago. It was due to excessive drinking and alcohol poisoning.

I thought of my maternal grandmother, aunt, and uncle's charming faces. My penis suddenly became erect. Pressing against my mother, my mother kissed my belly, and I slowly moved downwards. Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through my penis as my mother bit me. Then she gave me a seductive look.

"Just thinking about it makes me hard, you... don't..."

Before I could finish, I pinned her down on the sofa...

The rest is simple. My uncle and aunt swindled a large sum of money from my mother, claiming it was for business. But they were all talk and no action, and ended up losing it all. Then, I borrowed a large sum of money from someone at exorbitant interest rates for my uncle, and that was lost too. With no other option, my uncle had to flee to another city to avoid trouble, abandoning my grandmother, aunt, and other relatives. But as soon as he left, I had them all killed.

My grandmother and aunt are now constantly harassed by gangsters demanding repayment. Their house is covered in red paint. They even threatened to force them to sell their bodies to pay off their debts.

Left with no other choice, Grandma had to call Mom for help. When Mom answered, she coldly said, "Come up and talk to me yourself."

One evening, Grandma arrived. That night, I stayed inside. Mom greeted Grandma in the living room. Mom was wearing a sexy nightgown, completely naked underneath. She crossed her legs, her two white thighs spread wide.

Grandma sensed something was wrong, but she couldn't care less. Upon seeing her, she burst into tears, her face streaked with snot, "Daughter, I'm so sorry. But you can't leave me alone..."

She wailed for a long time, but Mom remained silent. Grandma was exhausted. She could only manage a dry laugh as she looked at Mom.

Suddenly, Mom stood up and walked over to Grandma. She pinched Grandma's breast and called out, "...Mom..."

in a very sweet voice. I heard this in my room, and my penis immediately became hard.

"I didn't realize you had such a good figure! Your breasts are so firm, men always like that."

Grandma was stunned. She didn't know what to say. But she wanted her daughter to help, and she didn't dare to resist. She could only endure it.

While praising Grandma's figure, Mom casually took off Grandma's coat. I could see through the crack in the door that Grandma was naked from the waist up. She was only wearing a suit skirt, the kind that reached her knees. Her two snow-white legs were crossed awkwardly. With her arms crossed over her chest, she said to Mom with great embarrassment, "Daughter, I'm sorry. It's understandable that you hate me. But we are mother and daughter after all. You can't just stand by and watch me die."

Mom sat back down on the sofa with ease. She took a sip of coffee and looked at Grandma with a smile. "Mom, we're family. How can I not save her? But I can't save her..."

Grandma panicked and suddenly knelt down, her hands on Mom's knees.

"Daughter, please forgive Mom..."

I saw Grandma's breasts. The nipples were a little dark, but the breasts were large, and importantly, they weren't sagging. I endured it, waiting for Mom's signal.

Mom smiled but didn't say anything. One hand pinched Grandma's breast, and the other reached under Grandma's skirt. Grandma didn't dare move and could only let Mom do as she pleased.

My mother said in a sweet voice, "Mom...it's nothing. I'll talk to the baby when he gets back. It's nothing. Come on, let's chat. Mom, we haven't talked in ages."

Then she leaned over her grandmother and suckled at her breast. While sucking, she started pulling at her grandmother's skirt. Her grandmother didn't dare move. Soon, my mother was completely naked. She hugged my mother, twisting her body, dodging my mother's hands, saying, "Daughter, it's my fault...I don't mind whatever you do to me..."

In the end, the two women hugged each other. Soon, my mother's clothes were also stripped off and thrown on the ground. I thought it was enough, so I walked out of the room naked. I shouted, "Mom, what are you doing? Grandma hasn't come in so long, aren't you going to treat her well?"

Grandma was twisting her body, and when she saw me, her eyes widened, and she was at a loss. Mom was still clinging to Grandma, turning her head, and said, "You naughty boy, you're only coming now? Your grandma's all wet."

I went over and hugged Mom. Grandma looked at her naked daughter and grandson. She was stunned for a moment. At this point, she knew what had happened. But it was too shocking. She didn't know what to do.

Mom ignored her, pouted her little mouth, "Son, Mommy wants..."

and then gave me a long kiss that lasted a minute. I got excited and was just about to make a move. My mother stopped me, giving me a seductive look. She said, "Son, don't rush. Let Grandma serve Mom first, and then..."

...Slap...

Grandma received a heavy slap across the face. My mother grabbed Grandma's hair and slammed her face onto the sofa. "You old slut, you've finally met your match..."

Grandma couldn't make a sound, only groaned.

Then, my mother slapped her again. "Slut, lick me..."

Grandma hesitated; today's events were too bizarre.

I kicked Grandma in the buttocks. "Hurry up, or you're not finished today..."

Grandma was scared; she knew our family was involved in that kind of business. She could only kneel on the ground, suppressing her tears as she licked my mother's vulva.

Looking from behind, I noticed that Grandma's vagina resembled Mom's. It had a dense thicket of hair, and her vulva was a bit dark, but very plump. I reached out and probed a few times. Grandma didn't dare resist, continuing to lick.

Meanwhile, Mom, her face tilted back, began to moan. I couldn't resist any longer and slowly lifted Grandma's buttocks. Holding my penis, I aimed it at her vaginal opening and gently rubbed it. Grandma probably knew she wouldn't get through today. She didn't dare resist, only lifting her buttocks and waiting.

"Plop!" My penis slid in all at once. Grandma had been teased by Mom earlier and was already wet and slippery. I inserted it easily. They were truly mother and daughter; even their vaginas were similarly tight. After inserting, it felt like my penis was being bitten by tiny mouths. I couldn't help but cry out.

Soon, I ejaculated for the first time.

Grandma knelt listlessly on the carpet, staring blankly at her grandson who had just raped her. Her daughter also knelt on the carpet, her mouth only containing the thing that had just come out of her body.

I stroked my mother's head, smiling at Grandma,

"Grandma, you're amazing, at your age... Although you're not quite as good as Mom, you're still irresistible. I really suspect Grandpa really did die of alcohol poisoning... on your belly, didn't he..."

Grandma's will was weak, and she quickly succumbed. She accepted the fact that she had become her grandson's mistress and accepted my mother's training. My mother, who had been docile for decades, seemed to suddenly unleash the dark side of her heart. She relentlessly trained Grandma for a week. I trained my grandmother into a bitch I could sleep with anytime.

Then, a week after my grandmother's fall, my aunt, cousin, and other female relatives followed suit. At this time, bad news came from home. My father had a stroke. When I got home, I found him lying on the floor. The mistress who stole my mother's man was naked, handcuffed to a chair. Her thighs were spread wide, her vulva still pink. There were several cigarette burn scars on her inner thighs.

I had someone take my father to the hospital; it was definitely a stroke. Even if it wasn't a stroke, I wanted to make him have one. And my stepmother and I spent a lewd night together.

…………………………

A year has passed. It has been a painful yet joyful year. After my father suffered a stroke, many of his loyal henchmen began to establish their own factions, raising their own banners and declaring themselves kings. I, however, only had a portion of the men I had taken over from my father. But I didn't rush into anything. I temporarily withdrew from the underworld, honestly engaging in legitimate business while secretly supporting the infighting among the various factions. I also secretly reconnected with my father's old connections in the government. When these factions were weakened, I stepped in to clean up the mess, finally reunifying the small town. I became the town's unofficial mayor.

In that year, I gathered all my women together: Xiaoling and her daughter, my junior high school homeroom teacher, and so on.

It was a year of surprises. I unified both the legitimate and criminal worlds in the small town and even successfully broke the tradition of the Liu family having only one son for three generations. Because in that year, my teacher, aunt, and Xiaoling's mother all got pregnant, and even my maternal grandmother got pregnant. When my mother heard the news, she seemed to go crazy. She desperately tried to have sex with me, but she lost again. She lost to the mother of my father's mistress from back then. Haha, I've brought my father's mistress's mother into the room too. But not long after, my mother finally got pregnant. The test showed it was a boy...

Looking back now, my happy sex life really did start with my mother.

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