Conquering the beautiful nurse mom

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Me: Hornet, 15 years old, 165cm tall, 55kg, middle school student;
Mother: Wang Yan, 36 years old, 158cm tall, 43kg, nurse;
Father: Hu Bing, 40 years old, 175cm tall, 80kg, police officer.

Sighing softly as I looked at my report card, the thought of my mother's stern expression sent
chills down my spine. But there was nothing I could do. Lost in thought, I returned home. The

first thing I saw upon entering was my mother's icy face. Could it be? Had the teacher informed her of my
grades beforehand? It wasn't impossible, after all, this wasn't the first time something like this had happened.

"Mom, I'm home."

"So you finally come home? What happened to your grades this time? You failed everything! What's
going on ? Can't you use your time properly?" Time ticked by with Mom's scolding,
but it seemed like it wouldn't stop. I stood there, not daring to say a word, silently enduring
the storm of criticism until Dad came home and smoothed things over.

That's when it finally ended. Oh, and I forgot to introduce myself. Everyone calls me Brother Hu. I'm a second-year junior high student, kind
of a little bully at school. My mom is a nurse, and everyone calls her Nurse Wang. My father
is a policeman.

Dinner was conducted in this heavy atmosphere. I secretly glanced at Mom; her expression was still
as serious as ever. Dad didn't say anything, just ate quietly. I guess Dad was
too preoccupied with the case to deal with me. In the past, he would definitely have teamed up with Mom to scold me.

"I'm full."

"If you're full, go back to your room and study properly. Don't do anything else."

Lying in bed, I kept replaying the Japanese adult film I'd watched during the day in my mind. Actually, my grades
were usually okay, passing wasn't a problem, but lately I'd become obsessed with AV, which made me neglect my studies. Of course,
I couldn't let my mom know about this, or she'd beat me up.

Secretly thinking about this, I gradually fell asleep. In my dream, I dreamt of having sex with a woman,
both of us sweating profusely. The girl was moaning loudly as she was being penetrated. In this stimulating state
, I looked up at the girl's face—how could it be? It was my mom's face! I suddenly woke up,
and saw it was already 6 a.m. Oh well, time to get up and go to school.

All day long, my mind was filled with my mom's image—that loud moaning, that beautiful body. To be honest,
if my mom wasn't so serious all the time, she would actually be quite pretty. And so, I spent the rest of the day in a daze.

"I'm home." "What's this?" A roar followed my footsteps as I entered,
and then I felt something hit my face. Looking closer, I gasped
. It was the AV disc I'd borrowed from my classmate, Er Gou.

How could this be? I'd hidden it deep in my drawer, covered it with all sorts of random
things . Mom couldn't have found it, unless… the only possibility flashed through my mind.

My wild thoughts didn't last long before I felt a burning pain on my left cheek, accompanied by my mother's words
: "Go back to your room and reflect on your actions. You're not eating tonight. Think about it carefully." I said "Okay" and
went back to my room, locking the door behind me.

My mother was so awful! She hit me, ransacked my drawers, I had no privacy at all, and
my was miserable. A quote I'd seen on a forum suddenly popped into my head: "No matter her status,
no matter how high-minded she is, there's always a man who will make her submit. In bed, once you take off your clothes, you
're just a woman."

Yes, that's it. I'm going to fuck my mom. I'm going to make her grovel beneath me, and see if she'll still
be so arrogant in front of me. Not only that, I'm going to try SM with her to get revenge for the slap I gave her today
.

This is the first time I've started to see my strict mom as a woman, an ordinary woman, a
woman I can manipulate. But even though I think this way, turning my conservative, serious
mom into a slut, into my plaything, will probably be a very difficult path. Especially getting her
to accept incest, which is unacceptable to society, will be even more difficult.

It seems I need to plan carefully, think carefully about what to do next. As the saying goes, opportunity favors
the prepared mind, so of course I need to be prepared, otherwise I'll regret it when the opportunity comes.

That night, I used my phone to go to various forums and read some of the incest fantasies of the experts. Why fantasize
, not practice? Because in my eyes, these things can only happen in novels,
and are . For example, some mothers spread their legs as soon as their sons seduce them. I think my mom is more likely to
slap me twice.

Just as I was about to give up on my plan in despair, I suddenly came across a novel. It was about face
masks, about transforming into another person through a mask. That seemed like a good idea. I could use
a face mask to become a stranger my mother wouldn't recognize, and then target her. The chances of success might be higher,
since it would be easier to subdue her without her being her mother. Plus, knowing my mother well
, I might be able to exploit her personality and weaknesses to force her to submit (although I have absolutely no
idea ).

Seeing this hope made me feel much more relaxed. However, I checked the time; it was already past 11 pm. It was
so late! Time really flies when you're thinking. After stopping to think, I realized I was a little
hungry. I sneaked out to see if there was anything to eat. I peeked into my parents' room; the lights were
off, and no one seemed to be there. Then I heard the sound of water coming from the bathroom. My mind involuntarily conjured up
images of my mother's snow-white skin, bathing.

I shook my head, quickly slipped into the kitchen to find something to eat, and then sneaked back to my room. Looks like I need to start planning
this out. For my bright future, and for winning over my beautiful mother, I laughed and then drifted off to sleep.

The next day, I began to formulate my plan. The first thing I needed to do was buy a face mask. Speaking
of which, I really have to thank myself for being born in this era of the all-powerful Taobao; it was so easy to solve. However, to
achieve the best effect, I made many requests to the shop owner, and of course, paid the corresponding price.
However, when I received it, I realized that the price was absolutely worth it—but that's a story for later.

After settling on the mask, I began to formulate my plan. The plan was actually quite simple. Since my
mother was a nurse, she naturally worked night shifts, and she would go back to her single dormitory at the hospital in the middle of the night.
That would be my opportunity. Of course, I wasn't going to just blindly rush in. Because my mother had a
habit of drinking milk before bed, I could use that opportunity to slip a strong aphrodisiac into it, increasing the chances of success. If I
failed, I could just run away; my mother wouldn't know it was me.

If I succeeded the first time, how to get my mother to comply in the future would be a problem, but that wasn't
something I needed to worry about now. To lower my mother's guard, I decided to be a good boy from now on, which
would also increase the success rate.

That same day, I bought the aphrodisiac and some sex toys. These things basically used up
all savings, but if the plan succeeded, the price would be worth it.

The items arrived a few days later. I immediately tried the face mask, and when I put it on,
another . I had requested that the person on the mask have an ordinary appearance so they wouldn't be easily noticed. However, it was incredibly
lifelike; once worn, no one would realize there was another person inside the mask.

I also hid the other aphrodisiacs and adult products, making sure to conceal them even more carefully after the previous
incident . However, I was still a little unsure about the effects of the aphrodisiacs, so
I planned to test them first. Otherwise, if everything was prepared but the plan failed
due I would be devastated.

One Friday night, I finally found the perfect opportunity. That night, my parents were home, and
while everyone was watching TV, I secretly went to the kitchen and added the minimum amount I was instructed to to the milk.
After heating it up, I brought it out to my mother and said, "Mom, you've been working hard lately. Your son heated up some milk for you, so drink it."

"Oh, we didn't expect our son to be so thoughtful. Honey, drink it," my father chimed in.

Since deciding to carry out that plan, I had indeed become much more restrained, at least in front of my parents, appearing like a
well-behaved child, and my grades at school had even improved slightly. My mother probably thought I had become more obedient, attributing it
to the effect of her slap. Without giving anything else, my mother took the cup and drank it all in one gulp. She even thanked me.

Seeing that my mother had finished the milk, I said I was going back to
my room to study, a reason that made my mother happy and keep saying "good boy." So I went back to my room. Back in my room, I thought, "Good mom, your good son has
prepared a big gift for you this time; you're going to have a wonderful night." Actually, the most crucial reason for going back to my room was that
if the drug took effect while I was there, and she connected it to the milk, then my plan would be completely
ruined . If I wasn't there, my mother might think it was her fault, at least she wouldn't suspect me.

According to the instructions, the dosage given to my mother this time was relatively small, and the effects would take longer to appear,
which was what I was hoping for. I calculated the time and felt it was about right. I sneaked out of my room and found
my parents still watching TV. My mother's face was flushed, and she was pressed close to my father, seemingly
saying something. Because of the distance, I couldn't hear the exact words, but I guessed it was something.

Just as I was lost in my imagination, my mother suddenly pressed her red lips to my father's. Could it be that the drug
was so strong that my mother couldn't resist in the living room? This was unthinkable before.
The sounds of kissing, along with the TV, made my heart itch.

"Honey, let's go back to the room." "Mmm," my mother responded softly.

Watching them stand up, I quickly slipped back to my room, my heart pounding with nervousness
. Especially the way my mother looked after standing up, it was deeply etched in my mind.

My mother's face was flushed, her eyes were watery, her long hair was a little messy, and her clothes
were disheveled; the left collar of her shirt was clearly pulled down, and the bra strap was clearly visible. At that moment
, the only word that came to mind was "alluring." I never imagined my dignified, sophisticated, and serious mother could have such a feminine side.

My father's eyes were also fixed on her, as if he wanted to devour her whole. Was this
also had seen my mother like this? Filled with doubt, I truly
understood the power of the drug for the first time.

I pressed my ear against the door, listening for any sounds outside. "Bang!" I knew they had entered
the room.

I quickly slipped out of the room and went to my parents' door, only to find it tightly closed. I could faintly hear my mother
's moans and my father's heavy breathing.

I could hear them, but I couldn't see them
. I was so anxious, stamping my feet. What should I do? What should I do? I wanted to see what was happening inside.

As the saying goes, lust breeds boldness, and I actually reached for the doorknob. "Creak!" A sound rang out, not very loud, but it still sounded so out of place

in the quiet night . My throat tightened, and I froze, terrified by the noise. Looking back, I'm still shaken. If my parents had discovered my actions, my plan would have been much more uncertain, and I'd certainly have received a beating. However, the reward for this adventure was immense. The door was ajar, and I could finally glimpse the scene inside. Surprisingly, the door wasn't locked. To be honest, I'd tried peeping at my parents having sex before, but the door was always tightly closed and locked. The only evidence I could hear was my father's occasional sounds of pleasure coming from inside; I'd never heard my mother's voice. Clearly, this time, my parents were so aroused that they'd forgotten to lock the door, giving me, their son . My parents were lying on the bed, their clothes off, their two bodies, one black and one white, tightly embracing . Their lips were pressed together, and I could occasionally see their tongues exchanging. After a passionate kiss, the two finally calmed down. When their lips parted, a thin white line was clearly visible connecting them. The sight made my blood boil; I desperately wanted to rush in and take the father's place. Taking a deep breath, I tried to calm my desire. My gaze gradually returned to the room .

"Yan'er, give me a blowjob today. We've been married for over ten years, and you've never given me one."

"What nonsense are you talking about? It's so dirty for me to suck your pee-pee! You're just spouting nonsense."

Seeing Mom refuse Dad, I knew it was because I hadn't given her enough medication this time. The earlier
encounter had already satisfied her sexual desire, and her previously rational and conservative nature was gradually
returning.

However, knowing that Mom had never performed oral sex before, my previously calm heart began to stir again.
Mom your
little mouth will be yours to keep all to yourself. Dad, it seems you won't have that blessing in this life. Thinking of this, I almost
couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Come on, husband, you lie down properly. Let Yan'er serve you today."

Hearing this, Dad, who had been somewhat disappointed, suddenly became excited and quickly lay down on the bed. No way,
do they only know the missionary position for sex? What was wrong with Dad? I couldn't help but feel
a pang of sympathy for him.

While I was lost in thought, I saw Mom straddling Dad, her snow-white hands tightly
gripping his penis, her body slowly lowering down.

"Ah—it feels so good, Yan'er!"

"Mmm, Yan'er feels so good too."

Watching Mom's eyes tightly closed, desperately twisting her slender waist, her body moving up and down, I could see Dad's penis thrusting in and out of
her wet vagina.

"Husband, it feels so good, your cock is so amazing, ah, ah, Yan'er can't take it anymore, I'm going to be fucked to death.

Ah————"

"Hurry, wife, hurry, it feels so good, ah———— ah———— I can't take it anymore, I'm going to come."

"No, husband, wait a minute, Yan'er hasn't had enough yet, ah———— so good."

"I can't take it anymore, ah————" "Ah———— ah————" "

I'm sorry, wife, it felt so good, I couldn't help but ejaculate." "It's okay, husband."

Listening to my mother say this, I noticed from outside the door that there was a hint of regret between her brows, or you
could say dissatisfaction. But this discovery was good news for me. It seemed that my father often couldn't satisfy
my mother's needs, which increased my chances of success.

"Seriously, honey, you were amazing today." "What do you mean 'today'? Your wife
is amazing, okay?"

"Yes, yes, my dear wife is the best."

Listening to their affectionate banter in the room, the earlier unpleasantness seemed to have vanished. However, I knew that Mom's
desires had been building up, and they were bound to reach their limit. The release at that moment might be unexpected, something
I could use to my advantage.

I watched from the doorway for a while and saw that they were just exchanging sweet nothings and doing nothing else. Feeling bored, I
returned to my room. Speaking of which, since I started preparing for this plan, I've developed the habit of writing in my diary. However
, the content isn't about daily life, but rather factors that might influence the plan, such as Mom's
weaknesses , and so on.

Time passed day by day, and the preparations for my plan were complete. Through
observing Mom during this time, I also learned many of her weaknesses, which might be the key to my
success . Now, all I lack is an opportunity. An opportunity to take Mom down in one fell swoop. I think
that opportunity is coming soon.

I have a strong premonition that the opportunity will appear soon, and I must seize it. The plan must
succeed; failure is not an option. If it fails, I may lose the chance to have my mother forever.

Chapter Two: Initial Victory

More than half a month has passed since I tested the aphrodisiac on my mother, and my plan still
hasn't entered the practical stage. I always feel that there's something flaw in the plan, but I can't
quite pinpoint what it is. However, to be more cautious, I've slowed down the preparation time for execution,
because I want it to succeed on the first try.

In these past few days, my mother has become like before, always wearing a serious expression in front of me,
and her scolding has been almost non-stop. Although I've tried my best to control myself, I still make small mistakes, but
compared to before, it's a world of difference.

That day, I went home as usual. When it was time for dinner, I found my father wasn't there, so I casually asked,
"Mom, where's Dad?" "Your dad is working overtime today, he's not coming home. Hurry up and eat, then go study,"

my mother coldly replied. I had no choice but to quickly finish dinner and return to my room.

In my room, reflecting on the past few days, I felt that the mother who had been so wanton with Dad that night was a completely different person from the mother
standing before me . Since that incident, although I had secretly watched my parents make love,
it always felt like a chore, a hasty ending. Mom no longer moaned loudly like that night; in fact, she barely showed any expression during
the entire process, and afterwards, she didn't show any signs of unsatisfied desire. They would just
go to sleep quickly. After watching twice, I grew tired of it. However, I had a pretty good grasp of my parents' pattern of lovemaking:
only once or twice a week, and it felt somewhat like a chore.

At least that's how it was for Mom. As for whether Dad wanted to do it more often, or something like that, I
had no idea. Maybe he even discussed it with Mom and was rejected.

Could it be that Mom isn't interested in sex? Does she not have that strong a desire for sex? I couldn't help but think
this . This discovery wasn't good news for me. If my suspicions were true,
then the chances of my plan succeeding were almost zero. It was only then that I finally realized the flaws in this plan.

Yes, the plan's very foundation was to use drugs to make Mom controlled by her sexual desires, thus loosening
her grip on her sanity and giving me an opportunity. Given the current situation, Mom usually seemed so indifferent to sex; even if
she were truly aroused by the drugs, there was a high chance she could suppress her desires with reason.

That night, the scene I witnessed might simply have happened because Dad was there, and Mom's rationality was relaxed
. In other words, deep down, Mom is still a conservative woman, and she probably doesn't have much
of a positive , let alone indulging herself in front of strangers.

"Damn it!" I cried out inwardly. Why hadn't I thought of this? What should I do? Should I just give up
like ? To be honest, I'm still very unwilling to give up.

"Right, since Mom's sexual desire isn't as strong right now, I'll slowly cultivate
it , letting the dormant desire within her awaken. I must tear down Mom's cold facade,
I must completely conquer her, make her my sex slave, my toilet." Thinking this, a cold smile
slowly That's it, I have a plan.

The next day, I began preparations to awaken Mom's sexual desire. However, I was also very glad I hadn't
implemented the actual plan too early, because the probability of failure was too high. If I had,
I might be hiding under the covers crying right now, only able to drool over Mom's beautiful flesh without ever getting
a taste.

Actually, my method for awakening Mom's sexual desire was simple: using some aphrodisiacs
to slowly change her suppression of her libido. However, the dosage and timing of the medication were crucial. It had to be
when Dad wasn't home, otherwise, if Mom released all her sexual urges at once, she might
revert to her old ways the next day.

Regarding the control of the drug, I planned to experiment slowly. At first, I'd use just a tiny amount, enough to make Mom feel something
, and then gradually increase the dosage. The goal was to continuously intensify Mom's libido, etching the pleasure of sex into her
mind. Then I'd implement the second step

of my plan; it would be strange if it didn't succeed. With this in mind, I divided the plan into two phases: the cultivation phase and
the conquest phase. What happened after conquest would be considered later; once conquest was achieved, things
would likely be much easier.

So I began executing the plan. And wouldn't you know it, my luck was extraordinary; the first
opportunity came the very next day. That evening, during dinner, I learned that Dad
wouldn't be home because a new prisoner had been brought in and he would be interrogating him overnight.

After dinner, I secretly slipped into the kitchen and added a small amount of
aphrodisiac to the milk Mom was preparing for dinner. Then I returned to my room. To observe whether the dosage was appropriate, I kept a close
eye on everything happening in the living room.

In my drowsy state, I suddenly heard the sound of the refrigerator being opened from the kitchen. I tiptoed out
of the room. Hiding in a corner, I secretly observed my mother's every move. I saw her pick up the milk, and with
each gulp, she slowly drank it all. Watching the milky white milk slowly slide into
her mouth, I suddenly had a strange feeling, as if I had ejaculated a mouthful of my mother's semen, which she then
drank down without leaving a drop, and even showed an expression of "my son's semen tastes good." This scene almost made me
lose control .

Calm down, calm down, I told myself. Soon I would really be able to make my mother drink my semen like this
, and not only drink it, but I would also make her say it tastes good, fall in love with my semen, and beg me to drink it. Lost

in these wild thoughts, my mother had already left the kitchen. I quietly observed her, hoping to notice any
change in her. I saw her sitting on the sofa as usual, continuing to watch TV. I knew that this dose was
relatively small, and there was unlikely to be an immediate reaction, but it couldn't possibly have no effect at all, I thought,
and continued to observe. About ten minutes later, I noticed that my mother's face seemed a little red.
The weather , so it must be due to the medication.

After confirming that this dosage would indeed affect my mother's body, I returned to
my to rest. Lying in bed, I kept thinking about what to do next and
areas where the plan needed improvement. And so, I drifted off to sleep.

In the following days, I continued to find opportunities to give my mother the medication, not every day
, of course, otherwise anyone would become suspicious.

Since I always chose times when my father wasn't home, he would return around the next day
. By then, my mother would have already gone to work, and when she came home, the medication would have worn off, and rationality would have taken over
her mind, so she would be as indifferent as usual.

But tonight was different. "I'm home, Mom, Mom, I'm home," I called several times, but there was no
response. I felt a little strange. Could it be that my mother hadn't come home yet? With questions in mind, I pushed open the door and
found my mother home, sitting on the sofa. The TV wasn't on, and she looked listless and listless.
I knew the time was almost right.

Actually, while drugging my mother to arouse her, I secretly installed a mini
camera to monitor them. Through this surveillance, I discovered my efforts were working. Although
my mother seemed normal for the first few days, after a few days, she started actively pursuing
my father, something he usually did. I knew my mother was fundamentally changing, even if she herself didn't realize it.

However, perhaps my luck was just too incredible, because my father was exhausted from work lately,
so he either rushed through things or rejected my mother's advances. I could clearly
see her dissatisfaction and anxiety on the screen. After several rejections, whether out of pride or something else, my mother stopped
actively pursuing me and instead endured it.

For the next few days after discovering this, I was overjoyed. Sexual desire is like
a raging flood; it can only be channeled, not suppressed. Otherwise, once the dam breaks, it's uncontrollable.

Looking at my mother, I felt I could start preparing for my next plan. I walked closer to the sofa and nudged
her.

"Ah—son, when did you get back? Why didn't you say anything?"

"I told you I was back, but Mom doesn't seem to have heard me."

"Oh, I see. Maybe I'm too tired from work these past few days. I'll go
cook dinner ."

Watching my mother get up and go to the kitchen to cook, I thought to myself. Mom, Mom, this is
because of your unsatisfied desires. Sadly, Mom is completely unaware.

At dinner, Dad announced some important news: starting next week, he would be
going overseas for a month-long training program. Hearing this, I could clearly feel Mom's
sudden disappointment.

"You have to be careful there."

"I know, don't worry, honey. It's not the first time. Be careful yourself, and our son too."
"You'd better listen to Mom, and take good care of her, or I'll deal with you when I get back."

"Don't worry, Dad, just go to your training. I'll definitely listen to Mom and take good care of
her ."

I secretly thought to myself, of course I'll take good care of Mom, and use my penis to give her a good time, making her feel like she
's in heaven.

Although I thought this, I didn't show it on my face. Mom looked at me and suddenly smiled, probably because
she thought my recent behavior had been quite good. But I didn't care about her thoughts anymore.
Because no matter how strict or cold she was, her days of being under my control were numbered.

After dinner, I went to my room early. My parents did the same, going to their
bedroom . I thought they must have a lot to talk about tonight. Would they make love like crazy tonight?

With all these questions in mind, I... I checked the webcam and found they were just hugging. Judging from their lip
movements, they were probably whispering sweet nothings. Mom's face was flushed, which was quite adorable. Seeing her
constantly rubbing her feet, I knew she was definitely aroused. However, what puzzled me
was that they were just talking and not making love. So I quickly plugged in my headphones and turned the volume up to the maximum

to hear what they were saying . Sounds started coming in. I'd turned it on at just the right time. I heard Dad say to Mom , "I really don't feel safe leaving such a beautiful wife at home. Don't you dare cheat on me, haha." "You rascal, you're getting more and more indecent as you get older! What are you saying? And you, you shouldn't be fooling around outside. " " They talked and laughed. No wonder Mom didn't take the initiative to make love; she was hiding her sexual desire so her husband could focus on his training. What a good wife," I thought to myself. But Mom, Mom, what you're doing is exactly what I wanted. If you hadn't been holding back and had released it, maybe there would have been a chance to turn things around. But now, you're clearly almost out of control, yet you're still forcing it. How could I not take you this time, after all the help God has given me? In the days before Dad went on his business trip, I didn't drug Mom again, although..." Dad wasn't home sometimes either. But I was afraid that if Mom couldn't resist, I'd lose out. My dear Mom, you must hold back these next few days, control your desires, and wait for me to unlock your potential, I thought to myself. At the same time, I decided that after Dad left, I would start my plan and try to completely conquer this beauty, Mom, before he returned . Finally, the Sunday before Dad left arrived. Mom and I went to the airport to see him off. Before leaving, Dad said to Mom affectionately, "Take good care of yourself while I'm gone." "Yes, you too." Looking at them, a pang of jealousy welled up inside me for some reason . " Dad, oh Dad," I thought, "I think this is the last time you'll get this kind of response. I guess you'll never have that chance again. " Back home, without Dad's presence, Mom seemed a little disappointed, but I was bursting with excitement. Of course, I couldn't show it. "Son," she said, "Mom's on night shift tomorrow. Make yourself something to eat then, don't stay up too late, and do your homework, understand?" Suddenly, my mother's stern voice rang out. Judging from her tone, she seemed to be in a bad mood. As the saying goes, women who suppress their sexual desire for too long are prone to restlessness, and it was certainly true. However, I felt no displeasure; on the contrary, I was unusually excited. I decided that tomorrow would be the day I started this plan, and once I did, there would be no turning back. That night, I went to bed early because tomorrow would be the day that would change the course of my and my mother's lives, and it was the first step towards achieving my goal. I had to take this step well. So , after checking that all the props I would need for tomorrow night were intact, I began to conserve my energy for tomorrow. The next day, as soon as school was over, I rushed home. After checking the house, I found that my mother was indeed not there. There was a note on the table, roughly saying that she had to work tonight and wouldn't be coming home, and the groceries were all... I prepared the food and placed it on the table; it was ready to eat after heating it up. That was the gist of it. I quickly finished dinner, tidied up, and rushed into my room. I put on the face mask, looked at myself in the mirror, and was very satisfied. I named Zhang Feng, also known as Brother Feng. It's very similar to my real name, the purpose being to make my mother more accepting of incest; after all, similar names make it easier to be accepted. I checked the time; it was only 6 PM, still some time before the planned time. However, I was restless staying at home, so I packed my gear and headed to the hospital where my mother worked. Because my mother's hospital was a rural hospital, there weren't many patients, and there weren't many emergency cases at night. The shifts were generally uneventful, just for handling emergencies. So, the usual schedule was 1- Two nurses were on duty. Oh no! What if Mom is on duty with another nurse today? What if she doesn't go home to sleep tonight? What if the other person interferes during my plan? Thinking about this, I cursed myself for being so stupid. I guess I was just driven by lust ; I didn't even think of something this simple. So I secretly sneaked into Mom's office to peek at the duty roster. My luck was incredible! This week, except for today when Mom was on duty alone, there were always two nurses on duty. I saw a note saying " family matters." Apparently, the hospital where Mom works arranges for nurses to work in pairs to avoid the danger of nurses being alone at night. Since even God is helping me, how could I not succeed? I thought to myself. The hospital wasn't crowded in the evening, but since I had another purpose, I couldn't walk openly in the hospital to avoid being remembered. It would be even worse if my mother saw me. I finally reached the outside of my mother's duty room, used the copied key to enter, and surveyed tonight's battlefield . The room was small. Opening the refrigerator, I found more than one carton of milk, so I took the extra , leaving one carton. Then, I injected the aphrodisiac into it with a syringe— the maximum dose, of course, without harming my health. I stuffed my toolbox under the bed, carrying only the tools I might need initially. I secretly placed the video camera in a hidden spot to record everything that happened tonight, but the footage...

The angle was completely unaffected by the concealed location.

After preparing everything, I left the room. Before leaving, I deliberately tampered with the door lock so it
wouldn't lock properly, making it easier for me to act later. If I used the key to open the door, it would definitely
arouse my mother's suspicion, which was not what I wanted. Of course, I wanted the plan to be as perfect as possible.

I quietly hid in the bushes, patiently waiting for my mother to appear. Time passed by,
and I grew increasingly nervous. Finally, a familiar figure appeared in my sight—
it was my mother. She was wearing a nurse's uniform and cap, walking quietly towards me. Seeing this, my little
brother jumped up.

Following my mother upstairs, I said, "Huh? Why isn't the door locked? I remember
locking it when I left." Hearing my mother's questioning voice, I thought to myself, "Of course, it's your precious son's doing."

I watched as Mom went inside and closed the door. No matter how hard she tried, the door would open easily.
After a while, I heard a thud as a chair hit the door. It seemed Mom had given up; even though I'm not fully developed yet, I could easily push it open with a
chair .

I stood nervously outside. It was exactly 11 PM, and all around was silent. Since this was
the duty room, and Mom was the only one on duty today, there was no one else around, only a
gentle breeze. A dark and windy night—perfect for committing a crime.

I pressed myself against the doorway, listening intently for any sounds from inside, hoping to seize the perfect opportunity. "Sigh—"

A sigh came from inside, followed by the sound of someone getting up and opening the refrigerator. "Huh—?" Mom
seemed surprised to find the milk missing. But a few cartons of milk were normal; this was the duty room,
not our home. Who knows, someone might have taken it, so I wasn't too worried.

"Glug, glug—" The sound of milk going down my throat reached my ears
. My heart raced, and my face flushed red; I was clearly too nervous.

I quickly took a deep breath to calm myself. Looking at the time, I knew that since I'd given
a large dose, Mom would have a strong reaction in no more than five minutes. The time seemed about right. I
pressed myself against the door and, sure enough, heard moans coming from inside. The drug had taken effect; judging by the
sounds, the chances of Mom controlling her desire were practically zero.

Just as I was about to burst in and take Mom, an idea flashed into my mind.

"Knock, knock, knock—" I knocked on the door. "Who is it?" Mom's
voice was different from her usual calm and authoritative voice; it was trembling, showing
how much she was struggling to resist her lust.

"It's me, Nurse Wang. I need to talk to you."

"Oh, just a moment, I'll be right there."

My mother didn't even ask what it was about. I didn't give my name and managed to get away with it. And even though it was so late,
she didn't try to excuse me by saying it was too late and we could talk tomorrow. It seems my mother's mind isn't what it usually is. The power of
lust is indeed strong.

A few minutes later, I heard the door open. Actually, the door wasn't locked
at I did it intentionally to test the drug's effectiveness. But to my surprise, the drug
was so effective.

Opening the door, I saw my mother's hair was disheveled, her clothes were a little messy, and a button on her collar was
undone . If someone looked down, they'd definitely see a lot of skin. Looking at my mother's flushed face, I
calmed myself down and finally prepared to take that step.

"Nurse Wang, what's wrong? Your face is so red. Are you sick?" I said as I entered
the room.

"Ah, it's nothing, Auntie's fine. Is there anything wrong, little one?" Seeing a childish face,
a face that looked like a middle school student, just like her son, the mother's last bit of wariness vanished. In her memory,
what could a middle school student possibly do? But this thought would soon disappear, and
what would replace it, only the mother herself probably knew.

I didn't answer the mother's question, but instead reached out and touched her forehead. The moment I touched her forehead,
I clearly felt the mother's body tremble slightly.

"Auntie's lying, your forehead is so hot, and you said you're not sick."

"Auntie's really fine, don't worry. By the way, little one, what's your name?"

"My name is Zhang Feng, Auntie."

"Zhang Feng, that's so similar to my son's name."

Seeing that the mother had actually forgotten what she had asked me to do, and was even marveling at my name
, I couldn't help but laugh. It seemed that the mother's mind was really confused today. My original plan
to force myself on her changed. I thought it would be more fun to conquer my mother slowly, starting from the basics
rather than forcibly forcing her to submit. I figured that would be more effective. So, I decided to conquer not only my mother's body but also
her soul .

"Auntie, are you really alright? Lie down quickly. You must be tired. I'll go get a
towel ."

Without waiting for a reply, I pulled my mother to the bedside and forced her to lie down. Since
I meant well, she was too embarrassed to say anything, so she just lay there.

Watching me get the towel, she murmured, "Zhang Feng, if our little Feng were
half , I'd be perfectly content."

I placed the towel on my mother's forehead, thinking, "I'll show you how sensible and
filial your mother soon enough."

"Auntie, you're so beautiful! If my mom were still here—she'd be just as beautiful as you."

"Oh? What happened to your mom?"

"She passed away when I was very young."

I looked into my mom's eyes; they seemed to be welling up with tears. It seemed her maternal love was about to overflow.

Without a word, I kissed her on the lips. My mom looked at me in surprise.

"It's so nice to see you, Auntie."

So it was the child expressing joy. What's wrong with me today? My mom shook her head.

"Auntie, let me give you a massage."

"No, thank you, I can't accept that." "

Auntie, you don't need to be so polite. I've always wanted to massage my mom, but I haven't had the chance." I deliberately lowered my voice.
"I'll trouble you then," I said.

Sure enough, this trick always worked on my mother now. "Then I'll have to trouble you." Looking at my mother lying on
the bed, I was overjoyed. It seemed the plan was going even better than I'd imagined.

I climbed onto my mother's bed, sat on her, and began to massage her, focusing on her sensitive areas that would arouse her. "Ah, ah, ah—it feels so good! You're amazing!" "Auntie must be tired lately. Let me massage your feet too; that will feel even better." "Okay, okay, thank you." Seeing that my mother's speech was becoming incoherent, I knew her rationality was practically zero. I could take her now, but to make things more enjoyable, I didn't. Holding one of my mother's small feet, the silky feel of her stockings filled me with secret pleasure as I continuously stimulated the acupoints on her foot. "Ah, ah, ah—it feels so good!" A louder sound than before came from my mother's mouth, without any restraint. "Feels good, Auntie, isn't Feng amazing?" "Mmm, so amazing, Feng, Auntie feels so good!" Mom was completely unaware of what she was saying, just going along with what I was saying. If anyone heard this, they would definitely think nothing but lewdness. I kept massaging Mom's little feet, feeling her body tremble, and seeing her legs spread open in excitement, with obvious wetness between them. "Auntie's sweating so much, let me help you take it off, otherwise you'll definitely catch a cold." "Mmm, ah—okay, okay, thank you." I turned Mom over, looking at her tightly closed eyes, the beads of sweat on her forehead, her rosy cheeks, she was indescribably cute. One, two, three—I slowly untied Mom's nurse's uniform and gently pulled it down. To my surprise, Mom even cooperated by raising her arms. My hands touched Mom's back and unhooked her bra. Two white little rabbits sprang out. This was the first time I'd observed my mother's breasts so closely; they were flawless, indescribably beautiful. My hand instinctively grasped one of them. "Ah—" Clearly, the stimulation from her breasts was far more intense than anything else; my mother actually cried out loudly. Her breasts changed shape constantly in my hands. All I could hear were my mother's loud moans—it was incredibly stimulating. Seeing that my mother didn't try to stop me at all, but was instead fully enjoying it all, I took one of her breasts into my mouth and suckled it greedily. Faced with wave after wave of sudden, intense stimulation, my mother could only moan loudly; she made no other movements. "Auntie's breasts are so delicious!" "Ah, ah—really? Are they really that delicious?" "Of course! They're the best breasts I've ever had. Auntie, can I have them every day?" "Ah, ah, ah, I'm so embarrassed, ah, ah—" Seeing that Mom still had some sense of reason, I slid my hand between her legs. Sure enough, even through her socks and panties, I could feel the wet, slippery fluid. Through her panties, I gently poked her vulva with my finger, which was accompanied by another pleasant moan. "Auntie, your panties seem wet. You'll catch a cold wearing them like this. Let me take them off for you." I asked, feigning ignorance, though I was really looking forward to how Mom would answer. "Ah, ah, Auntie feels so good. Feng, could you please take off my panties for me?" For some reason, I felt that Mom's face turned even redder when she said this. Did Mom know what I was doing and deliberately make me take them off? Was Mom already that thirsty? But I didn't care about any of that. I pulled my mother's panties and stockings down to her ankles, revealing a wet, throbbing vulva. Looking at her naked body, I felt an indescribable excitement. How long had I waited for this moment? Thankfully, my wish had finally come true. I knelt between my mother's legs, inhaling deeply, a faint, pungent scent filling my nostrils. My mother seemed to sense something, opening her eyes and asking, "Feng, what are you doing?" Hearing her voice, I knew her mind was still hazy, unable to think clearly. I couldn't give her a chance to catch her breath, or I might exhaust myself. I ignored her words, gently touching her vulva with the tip of my tongue. "Ah, ah—good, so good." I glanced at my mother and saw her eyes were closed again, focused on enjoying herself. So I did n't hold back, licking her labia majora and minora with my tongue, even inserting it inside her vagina. Her vaginal fluids flowed out like a raging Yellow River. I hurriedly caught them, sucking on the slightly smelly, slightly salty fluid as if it were the most delicious thing in the world. Perhaps my mother had never experienced such stimulation before; her head swayed constantly, and her moans grew louder and louder. Suddenly, I felt my mother's legs clamp tightly around my head, her toes pointed taut . A stream of fluid hit my face; my mother had actually orgasmed from my sucking. "Auntie, is it good?" "Ah, ah—Auntie feels so good." "Auntie, you peed all over my face, how are you going to make it up to me?" I said this deliberately, trying to hurt my mother's pride. "Ah, I'm sorry, Feng, Auntie doesn't know what happened." "Auntie, it's so itchy, can you lick it for me?" I pulled down my pants, revealing my already erect penis. I felt my mother's eyes suddenly widen, and I heard her swallow. Before Mom could answer, I grabbed her head, pressed my penis against her mouth, and tried to insert it. Mom initially resisted, but quickly opened her mouth. A warm sensation instantly enveloped me, and I almost ejaculated. After getting used to it, I grabbed Mom 's hair and began thrusting repeatedly. While enjoying Mom's oral sex, I thought to myself, "See, Dad? Mom's virgin mouth, preserved , has been conquered by your son. Mom's mouth feels so good. But Dad, I miss you..."

You definitely won't get to enjoy this kind of service, because soon your wife, my mother, will become my
personal property.

"Ah, ah—it feels so good, Auntie, lick it with your tongue, suck it with your mouth, Auntie."

"Mmm—mmm—" Mom obediently started sucking with her little mouth, and the stimulating feeling was
incredibly wonderful.

While playing with Mom's breasts, I slowly enjoyed Mom's oral sex service, thrusting again and again
. Several times I felt like I was penetrating Mom's throat, which made Mom cough violently. But I
didn't stop there. Instead, I grabbed Mom's head and thrust even more vigorously.

A stream of saliva flowed from the corner of Mom's mouth. Because her mouth was occupied by my penis, all I could hear was
Mom making muffled sounds.

After thrusting for several tens of minutes, I suddenly felt an electric current flow into my brain, and then my ejaculation was released .
Streams of semen rushed into Mom's throat. I felt Mom trying to break free and spit out the semen
. But I wouldn't let her have her way. I pressed my mother's head down firmly, forcing her to swallow it
, but because there was so much semen, some still dripped down her chin.

After putting her down, I looked at her disheveled hair, the red marks on her breasts from my forceful kneading, and the sheets soaked
with her vaginal fluid. My mother lay limply on the bed,
panting heavily. Although she had already orgasmed several times, the flush on her face hadn't faded; instead, it looked even more
vibrant.

Looking at her beautiful body on the bed, my penis unconsciously hardened again. Now came
the main event . Mom, you're about to become my woman.

Thinking this, I pressed my body against hers, my lips tightly kissing her small mouth, my tongue
searching for the most beautiful taste. Whether it was because she was too tired or her desire hadn't diminished, our tongues soon
intertwined.

I adjusted my body, pressing my penis against her vagina. As Mom was lost in the kiss,
I thrust my hips forward, my penis breaking through all the barriers and entering her body.

"Stop! No!" Mom suddenly opened her eyes, forcefully pulling her mouth away and
screaming. I knew Mom had realized what was happening; her last line of defense had been breached.

I knew that although her lust was still high, her strong sense of reason had taken over.

This was it; to completely conquer Mom, this step was crucial.

I ignored her screams and continued my piston-like movements. Mom's body trembled violently,
her hands trying to break free and pull my penis out. But I wouldn't let
her have her way so easily. While holding her hands down, I continued thrusting in and out of her
vagina . As time passed, I felt more and more fluid inside, and I could no longer feel
the resistance. Mom's resistance gradually lessened, whether from exhaustion or
the n't tell.

But none of that mattered to me. All I needed to do now was to fuck this woman beneath me until
she was completely submissive, to ignite her desire. That would make my future actions much easier.

So, I used various thrusting techniques I'd learned from AVs, like nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one,
to stimulate . My hands gripped her breasts tightly, thrusting forcefully. My
mother, her hands already freed, covered her mouth tightly, trying hard not to make a sound.

Seeing my mother's adorable expression of wanting to moan but refusing to, my lust was completely aroused, and
my movements became increasingly vigorous. "Dad, look at your lovely wife, I'm fucking her to the point of ecstasy, haha!"

I thought to myself, my lower body moving without pause. "Let's see how long you can hold out!"
I gripped her already erect nipples tightly with both hands, and suddenly accelerated my thrusting. Caught off guard by this sudden
acceleration, my mother couldn't help but make a sound. Once the restraint was broken, what
followed was an uncontrollable frenzy.

"Ah, ah, so comfortable, so comfortable—"

Seeing that my actions had worked, a cold smile involuntarily appeared on her lips.

"Auntie, is it comfortable—"

"Mmm, mmm, so comfortable, Auntie feels so comfortable—"

"Auntie, I accidentally peed my thing down there and it suddenly felt so comfortable after it went in.
When I tried to pull it out, it felt even more comfortable after moving around. Auntie, what are we doing?"

"This—Auntie doesn't know, ah—Auntie is too embarrassed to say, ah—"

"Tell me, Auntie, Xiaofeng wants to know." While saying this, she thrust a few times forcefully, and
her lower body made even heavier thumping sounds.

"Ah—be gentle, Xiaofeng, Auntie said, ah—Auntie said, ah—Xiaofeng and Auntie are making love,
ah—"

After saying this, Mom's whole body convulsed again. Under the dual stimulation of body and words,
Mom climaxed again. However, Mom reached her climax, but I hadn't, so my movements didn't slow down at all.

"Xiaofeng, stop! Auntie, Auntie can't take it anymore! Ah—it feels so good, Auntie's going to be fucked to death by Xiaofeng
!"

Hearing the word "fuck" from my dignified and virtuous mother for the first time sent a jolt of excitement through me. It seemed
my mother's libido was gradually awakening.

"Auntie, Xiaofeng seems to want to keep sucking Auntie's breasts and doing this with Auntie, is that okay?"

"Ah—ah—Xiaofeng, ah—no, ah—we can't do this, ah—
Auntie will be letting down her husband, she'll be letting down her son, ah—"

That slut, still so stubborn! I'll see how long she can hold out. I cursed inwardly. Now
I was going to gamble, betting that my mother was truly completely conquered by lust, and that her stubbornness was just a subconscious act, something morally
forbidden. After a few more forceful thrusts, I suddenly pulled my penis out of my mother's cunt. My mother, suddenly losing
the feeling of fullness in her lower body, cried out in surprise. Then she looked at me.

Her eyes were filled with lust, and the last shred of clarity vanished the moment my penis was removed.

"I'm sorry, Auntie, I didn't know it was wrong to do this. Xiaofeng won't do it anymore." As I said this, I
pretended to get up and leave.

Seeing this, Mom panicked. Disregarding her status as an elder, she grabbed me and pushed me onto the bed, grabbing
my penis and shoving it into her vagina.

"Ah, so good—ah—" Mom groaned the moment my penis entered.
Then , she sat on top of me, her body rising and falling, the sounds of our bodies slapping together
echoing.

Looking at her long hair swaying in the air, her breasts trembling, her flushed face, and
her eyes filled with desire, I couldn't believe this was the same mother I used to know—the serious, conservative mother.
But I knew that Mom was completely conquered by lust. I couldn't guarantee what would happen when she woke up tomorrow,
but at least tonight, she wouldn't turn back. I secretly marveled at the power of the aphrodisiac.

"Hmm? What's wrong, Auntie? Didn't you say we shouldn't do this?" I asked, feigning confusion.

"Ah—so good—yes, it's okay—Xiaofeng, ah—Auntie didn't say it's not allowed."

"So that means I can do this with Auntie anytime from now on?" As I said this, I estimated that at the
same time my mother's buttocks were about to fall, I forcefully thrust my penis into her clitoris.

"Ah—ah—that's right, ah—Xiaofeng can do it whenever he wants, ah—"

"Can do what, Auntie?"

"Can make love with Auntie anytime, ah—"

"Anytime, anywhere, Auntie."

"Ah—yes, as long as Xiaofeng wants, ah—anytime, anywhere, ah—can
make love with Auntie, ah—"

"Auntie, Xiaofeng loves you to death." After saying that, I cooperated with my mother's movements, thrusting my penis forcefully.

"Auntie, Auntie, ah—I love you the most too, ah—Xiaofeng."

I found that my mother was now incoherent. Her long-accumulated desires had been completely
unleashed . After getting the answer I wanted, I didn't hold back and made love with my mother to my heart's content.

That night, I tried various positions, making my mother scream repeatedly. She completely
let loose, abandoning her former aloofness and coldness, becoming a wild beast driven only by lust.

I ejaculated five times before stopping, my penis still throbbing with pain. My mother fared even
worse; after we finished, she lay motionless on the bed, covered in my semen. If I hadn't
seen her still-heavy chest, I would have thought something terrible had happened to her. Looking at my mother lying on the bed
, I felt an indescribable joy. Mom, from today onwards, you are my woman.

Looking at the time, it was almost 4 a.m., and my mother seemed to be asleep. I dressed, took the
prepared props—of course, I didn't forget the camera—and left the duty room. Before leaving,
I left a note for my mother on the desk.

It basically said that today was very comfortable, that she had agreed to have sex anytime, and that I looked forward to
being with her again.

I closed the door, and the sky was already beginning to lighten, as if celebrating my victory. Today went
so smoothly, without even needing any tools, which was beyond my expectations. But the real show is just beginning. My
dear mother, I think my life will be much more colorful from now on.

Although my mother and I had sex, it was mostly due to the effects of aphrodisiacs that she succumbed. Once she
sobered up she was the same as before. The road to conquering her is still long,
and today I only completed the first step. But this first step is incredibly important, like a stepping stone. Without this first step,
nothing that follows will exist.

Stay tuned for Chapter

Three: Gradual Progress.

Because I barely slept last night, I felt a wave of sleepiness washing over me at school during the day. My mind
kept replaying my mother's wanton figure from last night, her perfect body. Thinking about it, my penis involuntarily
hardened. However, there was also a slight pain.

But without this feeling, I couldn't believe that everything last night was real; it felt like a dream.

I actually had sex with my mom, and I even did it to her like that. I finally saw a
completely .

I wondered how she would be today. She worked the night shift last night, so she should be resting at home today. Would she call the police?
Would she tell anyone? Would she call my dad to discuss it? A long string of questions flooded my mind
. What should I do if she called the police? I spent the whole day lost in these hypothetical scenarios, while also
eagerly anticipating the end of school to see how my mom was doing. For the first time, time seemed to drag on. Finally, school was over, and I rushed home

as fast as I could . "Mom, I'm home." "Hmm, you're home quite early today. Go to your room and do your homework." My mom's cold voice came from beside me. I didn't react for a moment, as if everything last night was a dream, and everything had returned to normal . I shook my head to make sure I wasn't dreaming. "Go do your homework! Are you deaf or something? Didn't you hear me?" Seeing that I hadn't moved for a while, I heard that familiar scolding voice again. "Oh, okay, I'll do my homework right away," I quickly replied, snapping out of my daze, and hurried towards my room. What was going on? Full I walked along, pondering. Before entering my room, I glanced at where my mother was, and finally noticed that she was different than before. At least her gait was a little strange today; her legs seemed to be constantly apart, and her walk wasn't as steady as usual. After entering the room, I chuckled. It seemed like I'd been too rough last night, and her vagina was swollen from all that. I was in such a rush last night that I hadn't really observed her properly. It seemed my mother wanted to pretend last night's events never happened. Having released her sexual desire last night, her rationality had returned, which was why she was acting like this again. However, through this, I at least learned the following: First: My mother didn't call the police. Second, Mom didn't tell anyone; she just wanted to bear it all herself. Third, Mom wanted to forget what happened last night, to treat it as just a fleeting dream. But now, I'm finally relieved, knowing that Mom is prepared to shoulder everything herself for the sake of her reputation.

"Okay, then I'm even more relieved that things won't be exposed." Mom, oh Mom, although you want to completely forget what happened last night
, can you really forget? My dear Mom, I'm always by your side, and I'll slowly lead you
into the abyss.

For the next few days, I didn't contact Mom using Zhang Feng's identity, firstly because I hadn't planned my
next move, and secondly because I needed to give Mom some breathing room. But Dad has only been gone for a month, so
I don't have much time left. I must take action this weekend.

Through these few days of observation, I found that Mom is now exactly the same as before, still so
serious and conservative. Her walking posture has gradually returned to normal; it seems she must have applied some anti-inflammatory
medicine.

Friday arrived in the blink of an eye. Since it was the weekend, Mom didn't say much to me when I got home. Watching
Mom busy in the kitchen, I gradually became captivated.

"Mom, what are we having for dinner tonight?"

"Your favorite sweet and sour pork ribs."

Mom seemed very happy, so I couldn't help but ask, "Mom, why are you so happy today? Is something
good?"

"I haven't received any calls from your teacher reporting you this week, so Mom is going to reward you."

Hearing this, I couldn't help but feel a black line appear on my forehead. How bad was I before? Now, just because
the teacher didn't tattle on me can make Mom this happy. But I also think it might be because another
version of me hasn't contacted Mom this week, making her feel that the matter is over. This won't do, Mom.

I took out the new phone I had prepared. This phone is specifically for contacting Mom. Of course, the number
is also brand new and not registered under my real name. I sent Mom a text message: "Auntie, Xiaofeng misses you
so much. Can you spend time with Xiaofeng tomorrow?" I pressed send, and immediately Mom's phone rang.

"Mom, your phone is ringing. It seems there's a message."

"Really? Bring it to me."

"Okay."

Mom took the phone from my hand. After seeing the message, I clearly felt Mom's body tremble and
her eyes flicker.

"Mom, who texted me?" I asked casually.

"Ah, it's my colleague. She asked me to go shopping with her tomorrow."

"Oh, I see. So, I'm going out tomorrow?"

"Yes, okay. Don't stay here, you're bothering me while I'm cooking."

"Okay."

As I left the kitchen, I clearly sensed the tension in my mother's voice when I asked her
the question trembling. Since she made up the shopping story, she
'd definitely go out tomorrow to avoid arousing my suspicion. Whether she'd keep the appointment, I didn't know.

*Beep beep beep* My phone suddenly rang. Looking closely, I saw it was my mother replying, but
it was just one word, "Okay."

I thought my mother must be thinking about that night. A stranger can't
enter , and I knew that, of course. From her reply, I knew she
was starting to be wary of me.

I knew what tomorrow's meeting would be like without even thinking about it—a lecture from my mother, telling me
how wrong I was, and so on. My mother had a long list of scolding words;
I already knew them all too well.

"It's a deal then, Auntie, meet at xxx amusement park at 8 o'clock tomorrow." I quickly replied with
a message.

Seeing my mother's nervous expression after receiving the message, she looked around, and only after not seeing me did she confidently
read the message. After reading it, I clearly noticed her surprised expression, as if she didn't understand.

I think she probably originally thought this invitation was for some kind of intimate encounter, but it turns out I
invited her to the amusement park. All her scolding words were useless now. It seems being a child really
has its advantages ; facing my seemingly innocent self, my mother seems completely helpless.

Early Saturday morning, "Son, Mom's meeting up with a colleague for shopping, I'm leaving now."

"Okay, be careful on your way."

Looking at my mother's outfit today, it was the same as usual, nothing special, except that she was going to the amusement park
, so she was dressed in something comfortable and sporty. Anyone with eyes could see that this outfit wasn't for
shopping. Could it be that my mother was caught off guard by this sudden invitation and didn't think things through?

"Forget it, why think so much? I quickly started preparing, and it took me a full half hour to get
everything ready. Looking at the time, it was almost 8 o'clock. Judging from Mom's expression, she should have arrived
by now, so I rushed out to keep my appointment.

When I got to the amusement park, I saw Mom already standing at the entrance, holding two tickets in her hand.
They looked like a combo ticket; it seemed Mom had everything prepared.

"Auntie, I'm sorry I'm late," I said, panting as I ran over.

"It's alright, Auntie just got here too," Mom said
softly .

Actually, I wasn't faking my panting; I was practically jumping and running when I realized I was going to be late,
so this was natural.

"Thank you, Auntie," Mom said, momentarily speechless at my innocent smile.

"Alright, let's go in."

"Yeah, I'm going to have a blast today! I was so tired last week because of the competition."

"Wow, I didn't realize Xiaofeng was so good." My mom was intrigued by what I said and
subconsciously categorized me as a top student. But I noticed a hint of disappointment on her face. Could it be that
Mom was comparing me to this imaginary person? Honestly, I'm already
struggling ; competitions are just a pipe dream. No wonder Mom looked like that.

"Yeah, yeah, that's why I haven't even had time to contact my favorite auntie."

Mom chuckled. "Xiaofeng's got such a sweet tongue."

"No way, I'm just telling the truth."

"Okay, Auntie believes you. It's not Xiaofeng's fault. Auntie will play with Xiaofeng today."

"Really? Auntie, Xiaofeng is so happy!"

Seeing my innocent expression, a smile spread across Mom's face. It seems I've finally managed to put Mom's
guard down for now. I couldn't help but feel a sense of relief.

We spent the whole morning happily at the amusement park, trying out many of the rides.
To be honest, I really had a lot of fun. In my memory, Mom had never taken me out to play like this before
. Thinking about it, I couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy for the person I'd imagined. But it only lasted a moment
.

Time flew by, and it was already 11:30. It was almost lunchtime, and we were both sweating profusely, so
we sat down on our chairs, exhausted.

"Xiaofeng, what do you want for lunch? Auntie will treat you."

"Really? Auntie, I'm so happy! Actually, I'm not picky about food. Just being able to eat with Auntie
makes me happy."

Hearing my sweet words, Mom's face lit up with a smile. Sure enough, women
are powerless against sweet talk. Thinking about my honest dad, sweet talk is a rare
thing for him.

"Xiaofeng, come with Auntie, Auntie will take you to eat something delicious." With that, Mom took my hand and
led me towards the restaurant, reminding me as we walked, "Hold Auntie's hand tightly, don't get lost."

"Okay, Auntie."

Holding Mom's soft little hand, I couldn't help but start daydreaming again. No, I had to restrain myself
; I couldn't let Mom find out my true thoughts. But honestly, seeing me, who was taller than Mom,
talking like a child, still left me speechless.

The place we ate was a high-end coffee shop; the atmosphere was incredibly romantic.
I had never been to a place like this before.

"Come on, Xiaofeng, order whatever you like."

"Auntie, please order for me. I love everything you order."

"Oh, you're on a sweet note today, aren't you?"

"No, Auntie's teasing me again."

Mom ordered a children's meal for me with a big smile, and then we ate and chatted. During this time, I
complimented Mom several times, and seeing her constantly laughing at my antics, I felt incredibly proud. Honestly,
Mom laughed a lot today; it seems I'm slowly being accepted by her. However, this acceptance
is completely different from a woman accepting a man.

"Auntie, Auntie, let's go see a movie together this afternoon. Xiaofeng heard from his classmates that there's a really good
movie playing recently."

"Really? Then let's go see it together, Xiaofeng."

"Yay! That's great!" I exclaimed happily. Seeing how happy I was, Mom's
face also beamed with a smile. I noticed that Mom's smile seemed to have increased significantly today, and her usual seriousness towards me
had completely disappeared. It seems Mom's seriousness in front of me is just to show me her maternal authority, I thought to myself.

Today I chose a romantic movie, the gist of which is about a husband who neglects his wife, making her
unhappy, but she silently endures it for the sake of the family, only to have her husband leave her in the end.

Looking at Mom's serious expression, could it be that Mom and Dad's relationship isn't as close as I thought? No way,
they were so close when I saw them off. But seeing Mom's somewhat forlorn expression, I thought there
must that I don't know about. This is a big discovery, and I need to find out how. Maybe this is
a breakthrough. I made this my top priority.

But thinking about it, Dad only called Mom once this week, and it was
for a very short time. I don't know what they talked about. It seems I need to install a phone at home to investigate.

The movie ended quickly, and we left the theater. Mom maintained her forlorn
expression the whole way, not saying a word. Of course, I didn't say anything either. I checked the time; it was already past 4 o'clock.

"Feng, Auntie's feeling a bit tired, so I'll head home now."

"Oh, then I'll see Auntie off."

"Thank you, Feng, it's alright, Auntie can get home by herself."

"Then be careful on your way home, Auntie."

Mom forced a smile and nodded at me. Watching her departing figure, I felt a little lonely and desolate.

My purpose today was to get Mom to accept me and lower her guard, but I didn't expect to get
an unexpected reward—that there was a rift between my parents that I wasn't aware of.

Oh no, I was too preoccupied with my thoughts; I need to get Mom home before she does. So I rushed home, only to find Mom
wasn't back yet, and quickly went into my room. I'd only rested for a few minutes when I heard Mom open the door. That was
close! I almost found out I wasn't home.

"Son, Mom's a little tired, I'm going to rest now. Eat whatever you like for dinner, don't worry about me."

Then I heard the bedroom door close, followed by the sound of it locking. Mom's definitely up to something; it seems
choosing the movie today was definitely the right decision.

I lay in bed, quietly waiting for night to fall. At night, I would pretend to be Zhang Feng and comfort
my mother , hoping to get some information out of her. Why choose night? Because nighttime is when people are most likely to feel
lonely, and it's also when a woman with a heavy heart is most likely to reveal her true feelings.

Time passed second by second, and the sky gradually darkened. Suddenly, I remembered I hadn't removed the camera I installed in
my parents' bedroom. I quickly turned it on to see what my mother was doing. As the camera turned on,
my mother's image appeared on the screen.

Oh, so my mother was sleeping. Did she start sleeping as soon as I got home? Thinking about today
, aside from the afternoon, the morning's crazy fun had definitely exhausted her. Plus, the movie in the afternoon
brought back some unpleasant memories, leaving her physically and mentally exhausted. So, it makes sense that she fell asleep as soon as she got

home. But then a dilemma arose: should I just watch my mother sleep and give up on tonight
's offensive, or should I put in more effort to solidify my position in her heart? Actually, I knew
the answer without even thinking.

I clutched my phone tightly in my hand. Looking at the time, it was only a little past 5. I couldn't wait any longer and finally sent
my mom a message to ask how she was doing.

Although her phone rang, it didn't disturb her deep sleep at all; she seemed
truly exhausted. But looking at my sleeping mother, another plan popped into my head. This is the kind of plan
boys usually use to win over girls. Yes, I'm going to treat my mom like a girl I'm pursuing
, and try to win her over. I'll let her feel the sweetness that has long since faded in her marriage.

So every 10 minutes I sent my mom a text message, such as: "Auntie, what's wrong?

Are you feeling unwell?" "Auntie, why aren't you replying to my texts? Do you dislike Xiaofeng?" "Auntie, what's wrong? Xiaofeng is so
worried about you." These were all expressions of concern.

More than two hours passed, and it was past 7 pm, but looking at my mom,
she showed no sign of waking up. Of course, I didn't care. The more I texted,
the more touched my mom would be. I thought maybe she hadn't been loved like this in a long time, but that was just a possibility.

Time quickly passed to past 10 pm. I'd lost count of how many texts I'd sent.
Looking at the time, I felt it was about time to call my mom. I was looking forward to seeing her
reaction to all those caring texts, so I could better understand my place in her heart
. Because if it was a text from a boy I disliked, no matter how many I texted, it probably wouldn't move her; it would only generate more
resentment.

I dialed my mom's number. Watching my mother, woken by the phone call, slowly open her eyes,
still . It took her a while to answer.

"Hello! Who is this?" A lazy voice reached my ears.

"Auntie, what's wrong? Are you alright?" I asked, feigning concern.

"Hmm?" Seeing my mother sit up, trying to clear her head, I quickly
said,

"Auntie, you seemed really listless this afternoon. I was so worried about you. I texted you, but you didn't reply.
What happened, Auntie?"

"Ah, it's Xiaofeng. You said you sent me a lot of messages?"

"Yes, I was worried about you, Auntie. I was afraid you weren't feeling well again, or maybe you disliked Xiaofeng
."

"Ah! How could that be? How could Auntie dislike Xiaofeng?"

My mother was now fully awake. Her movements showed she was indeed reading my text messages
. After seeing over 30 messages of greetings and comfort, I clearly felt a difference in her eyes. They seemed a little
misty. I thought perhaps she was genuinely touched. It seemed my position in her heart was gradually rising
.

"I'm so sorry, Xiaofeng, Auntie was sleeping just now. I'm sorry I didn't see your text message."

"Oh, I see. Did I disturb Auntie's rest? I'm so sorry, Auntie. I was just... I was
really worried about you, afraid something might have happened to you."

"How could you? How could Xiaofeng disturb Auntie's rest? Actually, Auntie just woke up too, so
please don't mind. Thank you for caring so much."

"Hehe, I see. I'm relieved that Auntie is alright."

Seeing my mother lie and say she just woke up to please me made me incredibly happy. It seems Mom has
taken the bait . Now it's just a matter of cultivating our relationship. I need to get moving. But now that her heart is open
, the rest will be much easier.

To test my mom further, I casually said, "Auntie, Xiaofeng is so worried about you and wants to see you.
Could you come out for a walk with Xiaofeng?"

Mom didn't answer immediately. Looking at her, I could tell she was having a huge internal struggle. After a while, she said, "
Okay , then Xiaofeng, can you wait for Auntie at the entrance of XX Park?"

"Okay, I'll see you in a bit, Auntie."

We hung up the phone. Good heavens, so late at night, and I actually managed to get Mom to go out!
I never even dared to imagine this outcome. It's clear that my position in Mom's heart is constantly rising.

I saw Mom go to the dressing table and start getting ready. So late at night, not only did she go out for a walk with a boy,
but she also deliberately dressed up. Mom, it seems you're not far from falling in love with me.

While Mom was getting ready, of course I wasn't idle either. I immediately transformed into another version of myself and turned
off the camera. A few minutes later, I heard Mom's voice.

"Son, I have something urgent to attend to at the hospital and need to go out. Go to sleep early, don't wait for me."

"Okay, Mom, be careful on the road."

Seeing my mother leave, I quickly followed, arriving at our meeting place before her—
or so I thought. When I got to the park entrance, I found my mother hadn't arrived yet, and I breathed a sigh of relief
. Keeping a girl waiting too long can easily annoy her, a major taboo in dating.

After a short while, I saw my mother's figure slowly appear in the darkness.

"Ah, Xiaofeng, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting." Seeing me, my mother greeted me with a smile.

"No, I just got here too."

Looking at my mother standing before me, I saw her long, flowing hair,
wearing light foundation, and noticeable lipstick. It was clear she had prepared carefully before coming out.

I was overjoyed. In just one day, my mother had dressed up so meticulously to see me—this
was a huge breakthrough!

However, I was so stunned by my mother's beauty that I stood there dumbfounded, not moving an inch.

After a while, my mother seemed to notice my strange behavior.

"What are you looking at? Why are you staring like that?"

Her melodious voice pulled me back to reality, and I realized my lapse in composure.

"Auntie, you look so beautiful tonight."

"What, do you mean Auntie wasn't pretty before?"

"No, no, Auntie has always been beautiful. You're the most beautiful I've ever seen."

"Pfft, I was just teasing you! Besides, Auntie is over 30. Auntie is old."

"How could that be? When I first saw Auntie, I thought she was at most 20." Here, I emphasized "the first
day. " Sure enough

, when my mother heard "the first day," her face turned bright red. I think she must have remembered
the passion of that night.

"You just know how to make Auntie happy."

Seeing my mother's shy expression, she was incredibly cute. If outsiders saw this, they would definitely think they were a
couple whispering sweet nothings. Seeing that my mother didn't immediately change her expression because of that night, I felt that things were starting to look promising
. If I hadn't directly rejected that night, winning
my mother .

"How long are we going to stand here?" my mother asked, tilting her head and smiling.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Auntie."

Then we walked side by side down the street. I told my mom jokes from time to time to make her laugh, and
her giggles filled the air. To further gain her trust, I
kept telling her funny stories from school, half true and half false, of course. I had prepared this "homework" to please her
well in advance.

My mom and I didn't communicate much, so her knowledge of school mostly came from
phone calls telling her how I'd gotten into trouble. Driven by curiosity, she listened attentively to my stories,
occasionally offering a few words of praise, at which point I would look quite embarrassed.

Our walk lasted for over half an hour.

"That's great, Auntie! Finally, I see you smiling happily again!"

"Huh?" My mom's eyes widened, looking at me with a puzzled expression.

"I was really worried when I saw Auntie leave looking so listless during the day. She didn't reply to my texts
, and I thought something had happened to her. Thankfully, she's recovered now, hehe."

"So, Xiaofeng was worried about Auntie, that's why he said he wanted to come out?"

"Of course!" I answered without hesitation.

"Xiaofeng, thank you," Mom said, her eyes reddening and glistening with tears.

Everyone knew my actions tonight had been effective, and my goal was almost achieved.

"Auntie, did Xiaofeng say or do something wrong? Did he upset you and even make you
cry?" I asked nervously, feigning unease.

"No, no, Auntie is just touched and happy."

"Oh, that's good, hehe." Seeing my innocent expression, I noticed
a , but of course, I wasn't so narcissistic as to think I'd charmed her with just this one time. And so, we continued walking down the street. The streets were deserted, with only a few joggers

occasionally in the distance. The dim streetlights illuminated our path, and a gentle breeze made it feel incredibly comfortable. Having such a beautiful woman beside me made me feel very at ease. I tried to take my mother's hand, and a soft sensation washed over me. I saw her pause, her eyes flickering for a fleeting moment, but only for a split second. If I hadn't been carefully observing her every move, I might not have noticed. My mother didn't say anything about me taking her hand; she simply let me hold it, and we continued chatting as we walked along the avenue. Unlike the noisy environment of the daytime, the city was much quieter at night . It was the first time I'd walked so late at night, and I felt very relaxed. No wonder there were so , I thought to myself. Actually, I had originally wanted to ask my mother what was wrong with my father, what had happened between them that made her so heartbroken after watching a movie. However, I knew it wasn't the right time to ask today. We'd already gained so much; it would be a huge loss . Everything needs to be done in moderation, like eating—you have to take it one bite at a time, one day at a time. Trying to eat a week's worth in one day will definitely lead to disastrous consequences. I understood this principle well, so even though I was incredibly curious, I held back. For the sake of final victory, I must continue to work hard. The clock struck twelve, and we realized how much time had passed. "Oh, it's so late! I'm so sorry, Xiaofeng, for keeping Auntie company so late." "Don't mention it! I asked Auntie to come keep me company, how did it become 'keeping Auntie company'? Don't worry about it, Auntie." "Pfft, you're so good with words, Xiaofeng, have you ever tasted honey?" "No, I'm just telling the truth." "Auntie understands. Then Auntie will take you home first." Seeing my mother say this, I panicked. Wasn't this about to expose my lie? Luckily, I had considered this possibility beforehand and had prepared many ways to deal with different situations. "No need for that, Auntie, let me take you home." "Hmm?" "It's so late, it's dangerous for a beautiful woman like you to walk alone on the street." "Pfft, you're talking nonsense again. Well then, let's part ways here." "Oh, Auntie, do you not want me to know where I live?" I deliberately lowered my head, saying disappointedly. "No, Auntie's just worried that Xiaofeng will come home too late and your dad will worry." "Oh, I see. Then Auntie, you must take me to your house sometime!" I said, feigning excitement. "Okay, alright. Be careful on your way home, and don't wander around." "Okay, Auntie, be careful too. Goodbye, Auntie." "Goodbye, Xiaofeng." I turned and ran away, glancing at my mother out of the corner of my eye as I ran. I saw her stand there for a while, then sigh and turn away. Why did she sigh? Was it because she saw my thoughtfulness compared to my father's and felt disappointed? Or was it because she compared me to her son and noticed a gap? Or perhaps she had developed strange feelings for me and felt guilty? Only my mother knows the answer . I rushed home, and the first thing I did was remove the camera from my parents' bedroom. This thing, although it could help me better monitor my mother's movements and send out the best information at the best time. However, the risk was too great. If I were discovered, and people started to suspect the previous coincidences and connected them to the character I was pretending to be, it would be a huge loss. Although I knew the possibility of them connecting the dots was almost zero, the most likely outcome was that they would find me and give me a severe scolding, but since we had already gone this far, I didn't want to take any risks. If that happened, all my efforts would be wasted, and I couldn't bear that outcome. After doing everything, I went back to my room, turned off the light, and let my mother think I was already asleep. After a while, I heard the door open, knowing that my mother had come home. Listening to the sound, I felt my mother enter her room and then come out again. Then I heard the sound of running water, which stopped after a while, followed by the sound of the door closing.

Great, I didn't hear the washing machine. Looks like Mom hasn't washed her underwear yet, probably
because it's so late and she's worried about bothering the neighbors.

After a while, I tiptoed out of the room and into the bathroom, where I found
Mom's discarded underwear in the washing machine. I needed to confirm something, and in the dim moonlight, I found
what I was looking for: a dried puddle of water. It seems Mom did indeed experience
sexual arousal when we were together. Mom getting aroused when we're together—that's great news for me.

Everything seems to be going according to plan. I looked out the window, quietly thinking. It seems the time for reaping the rewards
is almost here. A little more effort, and I'll succeed. "Goodnight, Auntie,"
I texted Mom after returning to my bedroom.

"Goodnight, Xiaofeng," I received her reply almost instantly. It seems Mom had been
waiting for but it was too late to text me first. What a cute, silly woman. They say
women in love have low IQs; is Mom about to become one too? Even
when she's strong, aloof, and
superior in front of me , she's still so adorable and pitiful in front of the one she loves.

For the next few days, I frequently messaged my mother, telling her how much I missed her and how much I wanted to see her
. At first, she just told me to focus on my studies and not let her interfere with my studies, but after a few days,
she replied that she missed me too.

That night, naturally, we met again. I held my mother's hand as usual,
and this time she held mine naturally, without any discomfort. And it didn't feel like
a relationship between an elder and a younger person; it felt like a boy holding a girl's hand in love.

After walking for a while, we sat on a bench by the roadside, and I finally asked my mother why
she acted that way after watching that movie, and whether she had had some unpleasantness with my uncle.

My mother frowned deeply, but still told me the reason. It turns out that Mom had heard rumors before
that Dad was having affairs. At first, Mom didn't take it seriously, but
rumors, like fly droppings, always cause discomfort, and she couldn't bear hearing
them repeatedly .

Finally, one day, Mom couldn't hold back anymore and asked Dad. Of course, Dad was very angry when he heard this and
denied it outright. However, for some reason, Mom was very impulsive that day and kept questioning him, saying
things like ." Finally, Dad got angry, and after a big fight, he slammed the door and left, saying, "If
you want me to go out and find other women so badly, then I'll go find them," and then he left.

Mom cried a lot at home because of this. I was completely unaware of this whole thing. When I asked her, I
found out that it happened while I was traveling.

I asked Mom why she missed Uncle so much, how could Uncle do something to betray Auntie?
Mom blushed and said, "It's because when we have sex, it's always very quick. It feels like he's
always , that's why I get so little." After saying this, she blushed and buried her head in her clothes.

But speaking of which, Mom really misunderstood Dad. I do
know a little about why Dad ejaculates so quickly. But don't get me wrong, of course Dad didn't tell me; I overheard it. I
vaguely remember I was very young then, Mom wasn't home, and Dad's friend had invited him out to dinner. Dad, worried about leaving
me home alone, naturally took me along.

After a few drinks, they started talking about men's topics, completely disregarding my presence, perhaps
thinking I was too young to understand. I vaguely remember my uncle and dad's conversation going something like this:
"Good brother, your wife is so beautiful, you'd better satisfy her, or you might end up being cheated on."

"Are you looking for trouble? You know my fighting prowess, are you deliberately trying to provoke me? Besides, your
sister-in-law isn't the kind of person you think she is."

"Oh, look how confident you are."

"That's right, haha."

"Haha."

Coming back to my senses, I looked at my mother and found that she had raised her head, her expression very forlorn. This was my mother
's greatest pain, and I had personally dug it out. However, I would completely eliminate my mother's pain, which was
to replace my father and become the most important man in my mother's life. Then, all the previous pain would be nothing.

My mother was willing to tell me these things, which showed that she no longer regarded me as a child, but
as a man, someone she could confide in.

Looking at my mother, I suddenly pulled her into my arms. Faced with my sudden action, my mother was obviously
startled .

"Xiaofeng, you—" my mother asked me softly.

“Auntie, don’t worry, Xiaofeng won’t let you become like the heroine in the movie. Even if Uncle
doesn’t want you, Xiaofeng will always be with you, by your side. If you miss me, I’ll
come right away , because you’re my favorite person, so I won’t let you be sad or cry. I want you
to always be happy.” I said all this in one breath, sounding a little excited, but full
of sincerity.

“Xiaofeng, you—” After hearing my words, Mom’s reply was clearly choked with emotion.

Moved by my words, I held Mom’s head with one hand and hugged her waist with the other, pressing my
lips tightly to her small mouth. I saw Mom open her eyes wide, then close them.

Seeing this, I naturally knew what to do. My tongue touched Mom’s lips, and feeling her small mouth gradually
open, I thrust it into her mouth in one go. Our tongues intertwined tightly,
sucking on each other continuously. I hugged Mom tighter, and suddenly I felt two arms hug me tightly. I
knew this was Mom’s response to me.

Time ticked by, and our lips, pressed tightly together, slowly parted. Looking into my mother's watery
eyes and rosy cheeks, I said affectionately, "Auntie, I've liked
you from the first moment I saw you."

My mother didn't say anything, just smiled at me. We gazed at each other for a while, then my mother
suddenly said, "Oh, I'm sorry, Feng, Auntie has something to attend to, so I'll have to go back now."

Before I could reply, she turned and left, looking so hurried and flustered.
It sounded like I was running away.

"Auntie, you have to invite me to your house next time!" I
shouted .

"Okay," came my mother's reply from afar.

Watching my mother's retreating figure, I knew I had succeeded; I had almost conquered her
heart. My mother was afraid that staying with me would lead her to do something even more outrageous, which was why she fled.
Traditional a conservative personality were preventing her from taking another step forward.

But I wasn't worried about that, because I was just waiting for an opportunity, a chance. When that time came,
many things would fall into place naturally. Once she took that step, my mother would never be able to turn back, and my father
would truly lose this beautiful wife. Of course, I would avoid the terrible outcome of my parents' divorce.

But I remembered my real purpose very clearly: winning my mother's heart was only the first step. What

I really wanted to do was to train my mother to be my sex slave, my flesh toy.

"Hahaha—hahaha—" I laughed wildly at the empty street, a ferocious and terrifying
expression .

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This chapter is a transitional one, mostly without explicit content, but it serves as a setup for the second sexual encounter,
making it feel more realistic and less abrupt. The next chapter will recount an unexpected opportunity that led me to have sex with
my mother , this time while she was fully conscious. After this, my
relationship with my mother became more like that of real lovers.

This story will never involve cuckolding; it's purely a smut story. If you're expecting cuckolding
, you can skip this. If you really like cuckolding, I'll write another story, at least it won't
appear .

I've already conceived the general direction of this story. It's primarily for my own enjoyment, and if you like it
, I'll keep updating until the end. But don't ask what will happen later, haha, otherwise it'll lose
a lot of fun.

Finally, I hope you can tell me any ideas you have. I'll use them
if they might be useful later, or even better, in other stories I'm starting.

Okay, that's enough rambling. I hope you all enjoy this story.

Chapter 1

: Character List (of the Seeds)

Me: Wasp, 15 years old, 165cm tall, 55kg, middle school student.
Mother: Wang Yan, 36 years old, 158cm tall, 43kg, nurse.
Father: Hu Bing, 40 years old, 175cm tall, 80kg, police officer.

Sighing softly, looking at the report card in my hand, I
shuddered at the thought of my mother's stern expression when I got home. But there was nothing I could do. Thinking this, I returned home.

As soon as I entered, I saw my mother's icy face. Could it be? Did the teacher inform her about
the grades beforehand? Thinking about it, it wasn't impossible; after all, this wasn't the first time something like this had happened.

"Mom, I'm home."

"So you finally come home? What happened to your grades this time? You failed everything! What's
going on ? Can't you use your time properly?" Time ticked by with Mom's scolding,
but it seemed like it wouldn't stop. I stood there, not daring to say a word, silently enduring
the storm of criticism until Dad came home and smoothed things over.

That's when it finally ended. Oh, and I forgot to introduce myself. Everyone calls me Brother Hu. I'm a second-year junior high student, kind
of a little bully at school. My mom is a nurse, and everyone calls her Nurse Wang. My father
is a policeman.

Dinner was conducted in this heavy atmosphere. I secretly glanced at Mom; her expression was still
as serious as ever. Dad didn't say anything, just ate quietly. I guess Dad was
too preoccupied with the case to deal with me. In the past, he would definitely have teamed up with Mom to scold me.

"I'm full."

"If you're full, go back to your room and study properly. Don't do anything else."

Lying in bed, I kept replaying the Japanese adult film I'd watched during the day in my mind. Actually, my grades
were usually okay, passing wasn't a problem, but lately I'd become obsessed with AV, which made me neglect my studies. Of course,
I couldn't let my mom know about this, or she'd beat me up.

Secretly thinking about this, I gradually fell asleep. In my dream, I dreamt of having sex with a woman,
both of us sweating profusely. The girl was moaning loudly as she was being penetrated. In this stimulating state
, I looked up at the girl's face—how could it be? It was my mom's face! I suddenly woke up,
and saw it was already 6 a.m. Oh well, time to get up and go to school.

All day long, my mind was filled with my mom's image—that loud moaning, that beautiful body. To be honest,
if my mom wasn't so serious all the time, she would actually be quite pretty. And so, I spent the rest of the day in a daze.

"I'm home." "What's this?" A roar followed my footsteps as I entered,
and then I felt something hit my face. Looking closer, I gasped
. It was the AV disc I'd borrowed from my classmate, Er Gou.

How could this be? I'd hidden it deep in my drawer, covered it with all sorts of random
things . Mom couldn't have found it, unless… the only possibility flashed through my mind.

My wild thoughts didn't last long before I felt a burning pain on my left cheek, accompanied by my mother's words
: "Go back to your room and reflect on your actions. You're not eating tonight. Think about it carefully." I said "Okay" and
went back to my room, locking the door behind me.

My mother was so awful! She hit me, ransacked my drawers, I had no privacy at all, and
my was miserable. A quote I'd seen on a forum suddenly popped into my head: "No matter her status,
no matter how high-minded she is, there's always a man who will make her submit. In bed, once you take off your clothes, you
're just a woman."

Yes, that's it. I'm going to fuck my mom. I'm going to make her float under my crotch and see if she can still
be so arrogant in front of me. Not only that, I'm going to give my mom a BDSM experience to get revenge for the slap I gave her today
.

This was the first time I began to see my strict mother as a woman, an ordinary woman, a
woman I could manipulate. However, even with this thought, turning my conservative, serious
mother into a harlot, into my plaything, would be a very difficult path. Especially getting her
to accept incest, something societally unacceptable, would be even more challenging.

It seemed I needed to plan carefully, to think about what to do next. As the saying goes, opportunity favors
the prepared mind, so of course I had to be prepared, otherwise I'd regret it when the opportunity came.

That night, I used my phone to go to various forums and read some of the incest fantasies. Why
fantasies, not real-life examples? Because in my eyes, these only existed in novels and
were . For example, some mothers would open their legs at the slightest provocation from their sons; I thought my mother would more likely
slap me.

Just when I was about to give up on my plan in despair, I suddenly came across a novel about human masks
, about transforming into another person through a mask. That's a good idea. I can use
a face mask to transform myself into a stranger my mother doesn't recognize, and then make my move on her. The chances of success might be higher that way,
since 's easier to subdue her without her being her mother. Plus, knowing my mother well
, I might be able to exploit her personality and weaknesses to force her into submission (although I have absolutely no
idea ).

Seeing a glimmer of hope, I felt much more relaxed. But then I checked the time—it was already past 11 pm
! Time really flies when you're thinking. After stopping to think, I realized I was a little
hungry. I sneaked out to see if there was anything to eat. I peeked into my parents' room; the lights were
off, and no one seemed to be there. Then I heard the sound of water coming from the bathroom. My mind involuntarily conjured up
images of my mother's snow-white skin, bathing.

I shook my head, quickly slipped into the kitchen to find something to eat, and then sneaked back to my room. Looks like I need to plan
this carefully, for my bright future, and for winning over my beautiful mother. After a good laugh, I drifted off to sleep.

The next day, I started making plans. The first thing I needed to do was buy a face mask. Speaking
of which, I'm really grateful to live in this era of Taobao; it was so easy to solve. However, to
achieve the best results, I made several requests to the seller, which, of course, came at a price.
But when I received it, I realized that the price was absolutely worth it—but that's another story.

After securing the mask, I began to formulate my plan. The plan was actually quite simple. Since my
mother is a nurse, she often works night shifts. She goes back to her single dormitory at the hospital in the middle of the night,
which is my opportunity to strike. Of course, I wasn't going to just barge in blindly. Because my mother has a
habit of drinking milk before bed, I could use that opportunity to slip a strong aphrodisiac into it, increasing the chances of success. Even
if I failed, I could just run away; my mother wouldn't know it was me.

If I succeeded the first time, how to get my mother to comply in the future would be another problem, but that wasn't
something I needed to worry about now. To lower my mother's guard, I decided to be a good girl from now on, which
would also increase my chances of success.

That same day, I bought aphrodisiacs and some sex toys. These items basically drained
all savings, but if the plan succeeded, the price would be worth it.

The items arrived a few days later. I immediately tried the face mask. Wearing it,
another . I requested the mask's character to have an ordinary appearance so it wouldn't be easily noticeable. However, it was incredibly
lifelike; no one would suspect there was another person inside the mask.

I also hid the other aphrodisiacs and adult toys, carefully concealing them this time, given the previous
incident . However, I was still a little unsure about the aphrodisiac's effectiveness, so
I planned to test it first. Otherwise, if everything was prepared but the plan failed
due I'd be devastated.

One Friday night, I finally found the perfect opportunity. That night, both my parents were home. While everyone was
watching TV, I secretly went to the kitchen and added the minimum amount of milk I was told to add.
After heating it up, I brought it to my mother and said, "Mom, you've been working hard lately. I warmed up some milk for you, so drink it."

"Oh, I didn't expect our son to be so thoughtful. Honey, drink it quickly," my father chimed in.

Since deciding to carry out that plan, I had indeed become much more restrained, at least in front of my parents, I seemed like
a good boy, and my grades at school had improved slightly. My mother probably thought I had become more obedient
because of the slap I had given her. Without giving her any other reason, my mother took the cup and drank it all in one gulp. She even thanked me.

Seeing that my mother had finished the milk, I said I was going back to my room to study. This excuse made my mother happy and kept
saying how good I was. So I went back to my room. After returning to my room, I thought to myself, "Good mom, your good son has
prepared a big gift for you this time. You are going to have a wonderful night." The most crucial reason for returning to my room was that
if the drug took effect while I was there, and she connected it to the milk, my plan would be completely
ruined . If I wasn't there, Mom would probably think it was her fault, at least not me.

According to the instructions, the dosage given to Mom this time was smaller, so the effects would take longer,
which was what I was hoping for. I timed it carefully and felt it was about right. I sneaked out of my room and found
my parents still watching TV. Mom's face was flushed, and she was pressed close to Dad, seemingly
saying something. Because of the distance, I couldn't hear the details, but I guessed it was something.

Just as I was indulging in my imagination, Mom suddenly pressed her lips to Dad's. Could it be?
Was so strong that Mom couldn't resist in the living room? This was unthinkable before.
The sounds of kissing, accompanied by the TV, made my heart itch.

"Honey, let's go back to the room." "Mmm," Mom responded softly.

Seeing them stand up, I quickly slipped back to my room, my heart pounding with nervousness
. The image of my mother standing up, in particular, was deeply etched into my mind.

Her face was flushed, her eyes were watery, her long hair was slightly disheveled, and her clothes...
Her clothes were somewhat disheveled; the left collar was clearly pulled down, and the bra strap was clearly visible. At that moment
, only the word "alluring" came to mind. I never imagined that my dignified, sophisticated, and serious mother could have such a feminine side.

My father's eyes were also fixed on her, as if he wanted to devour her whole. Was this
also had seen my mother like this? Filled with doubt, I truly
understood the power of the drug for the first time.

I then pressed my ear against the door, listening to the sounds outside. "Bang!" I knew they had entered
the room.

I quickly slipped out of the room and went to my parents' door, only to find it tightly closed. I could faintly hear my mother
's moans and my father's heavy breathing from inside.

I could hear them, but couldn't see them. I was so anxious outside, stamping my feet. What should I do? What should I do? I wanted to see
what was happening inside.

As the saying goes, lust breeds boldness, and I actually reached for the doorknob.

A creaking sound, though not loud, still seemed
so out of place in the quiet night.

My throat tightened, and I froze, terrified by the sound.

Thinking back, I felt a chill; if my parents had discovered my actions, my plan would have been much
more uncertain, and a beating would have been inevitable.

However, the reward for this adventure was immense. The door was ajar, and I could
finally glimpse the scene inside. Surprisingly,

the door wasn't locked. To be honest, I'd tried peeping at my parents
making love before, but the door was always tightly closed and locked. The only evidence I could hear was
my father's occasional sounds of pleasure coming from inside; I'd never heard my mother's voice.

Clearly, this time, my parents were so aroused that they'd forgotten to lock the door, giving me, their
son .

My parents lay on the bed, their clothes off, their two bodies, one black and one white, tightly
embracing . Their lips were pressed tightly together, and occasionally their tongues could be seen exchanging.

After a while of kissing, the two of them finally calmed down, and when their lips separated, a thin white
line was clearly visible, connecting them. This scene made my blood boil, and I wished I could rush in and take my father's
place.

After taking a deep breath, I tried my best to calm my desire. My gaze gradually returned to
the room .

"Yan'er, give me a blowjob today. We've been married for over ten years, and you've never given me one."

"What nonsense are you talking about? It's so dirty for me to suck your pee-pee. You're just

spouting nonsense." Seeing my mother refuse my father, I knew it was because I hadn't given her enough drugs this time. The previous
rounds of kissing had already released a lot of her sexual desire, and her original rationality and conservative nature were gradually
returning.

However, knowing that my mother had never performed oral sex before, my previously calm heart began to stir again.
Mother , oh Mother, you can give your virginity to your son. Your son will make you scream that your penis is delicious. Of course, your
little mouth will be monopolized by your son, Dad. It seems you won't have that blessing in this life. Thinking of this, I almost
couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Come on, husband, you lie down properly. Let Yan'er serve you today."

Hearing this, Dad, who was originally a little disappointed, suddenly became excited and quickly lay down on the bed. No way,
do they only use the male-on-top method for sex? What's wrong with Dad? I couldn't help but feel
a little sorry for him.

While I was lost in thought, I saw Mom already straddling Dad, her snow-white jade hands tightly
gripping Dad's penis, her body slowly sitting down.

"Ah—it feels so good, Yan'er."

"Mmm, Yan'er feels so good too."

Watching Mom close her eyes tightly, desperately twisting her slender waist, her body moving up and down, I saw Dad's penis going in and out of
Mom 's pussy.

"Husband, it feels so good, your cock is so amazing, ah, ah, Yan'er can't take it anymore, I'm going to be fucked to death.

Ah————"

"Hurry, wife, hurry, it feels so good, ah———— ah———— I can't take it anymore, I'm going to come."

"No, husband, wait a minute, Yan'er hasn't had enough yet, ah———— so good."

"I can't take it anymore, ah————" "Ah———— ah————" "

I'm sorry, wife, it felt so good, I couldn't help but ejaculate." "It's okay, husband."

Listening to my mother say this, I noticed from outside the door that there was a hint of regret between her brows, or you
could say dissatisfaction. But this discovery was good news for me. It seemed that my father often couldn't satisfy
my mother's needs, which increased my chances of success.

"Seriously, honey, you were amazing today." "What do you mean 'today'? Your wife
is amazing, okay?"

"Yes, yes, my dear wife is the best."

Listening to their affectionate banter in the room, the earlier unpleasantness seemed to have vanished. However, I knew that Mom's
desires had been building up, and they were bound to reach their limit. The release at that moment might be unexpected, something
I could use to my advantage.

I watched from the doorway for a while and saw that they were just exchanging sweet nothings and doing nothing else. Feeling bored, I
returned to my room. Speaking of which, since I started preparing for this plan, I've developed the habit of writing in my diary. However
, the content isn't about daily life, but rather factors that might influence the plan, such as Mom's
weaknesses , and so on.

Time passed day by day, and the preparations for my plan were complete. Through
observing Mom during this time, I also learned many of her weaknesses, which might be the key to my
success . Now, all I lack is an opportunity. An opportunity to take Mom down in one fell swoop. I think
that opportunity is coming soon.

I have a strong premonition that the opportune moment will arrive soon, and I must seize it. The plan must
succeed; failure is not an option. If it fails, I might lose the chance to have my mother forever.

Chapter Two: Initial Victory

More than half a month has passed since I tested the aphrodisiac on my mother, and my plan still
hasn't entered the practical stage. I always feel that there's something flawed in this plan. What exactly is it?
I wasn't entirely sure, but to be on the safe side, I slowed down the execution of my plan
, wanting to succeed on the first try. These past few days, Mom had reverted to her old ways, always wearing a stern expression and constantly scolding

me . Although I tried to control myself, I still made small mistakes, though nothing compared to before. That day, I came home as usual. When it was time for dinner, I noticed Dad wasn't there, so I casually asked , "Mom, where's Dad?" "Your dad's working overtime today, he's not coming home. Hurry up and eat, then go study," Mom coldly replied. I had no choice but to quickly finish my dinner and return to my room. In my room, reflecting on the past few days, I realized that the Mom who was so wanton with Dad that night was a completely different person from the Mom I saw . Since that incident, although I'd secretly watched my parents make love, it always felt like a chore, a rushed affair. Mom didn't moan loudly like she did that night. Not only that, she barely showed any reaction during the entire process, and afterwards, she didn't show any signs of unsatisfied desire. They just went to sleep quickly. After watching twice, I grew tired of it. However, I had a pretty good grasp of my parents' pattern of sex: only once or twice a week, and it felt somewhat like a chore. At least that's how it was for Mom. As for whether Dad wanted to do it more often, or something like that, I didn't know. Maybe he even discussed it with Mom and was rejected. Did Mom not have any interest in sex? Did she not have that strong a desire for sex? I couldn't help but think this . This discovery wasn't good news for me. If my guess was correct, then the chances of the plan succeeding were almost zero. Only now did I finally realize the flaws in the plan. Yes, the fundamental basis of this plan was to use drugs to make Mom dominated by sexual desire, thus loosening her mind , giving me an opportunity. Judging from the current situation, given how indifferent Mom usually is to sex, even if she were truly aroused by the aphrodisiac, there's a high chance she could suppress her desires with reason. That night, it was probably just that Dad was there, and Mom's rationality relaxed, leading to what I witnessed. In other words, deep down, Mom is still a conservative woman, probably not very fond , let alone indulging herself in front of strangers. "Damn it!" I cried out inwardly. Why didn't I think of this? What should I do? Should I just give up? To be honest, I'm still very unwilling to give up. That's it! Since Mom's feelings about sex aren't so strong right now, I'll slowly cultivate her sexual desire , letting the dormant desire within her slowly awaken. I must tear down Mom's cold facade, I must completely conquer her, making her my sex slave, my toilet seat. Thinking this, a cold smile slowly That's it, I have a plan. The next day, I began preparations to awaken Mom's sexual desire. However, I'm also very glad I didn't implement that concrete plan too early, because the probability of failure would have been too high. If I had, I might be crying in bed right now, only able to drool over my mother's beautiful body without ever getting a taste of her. Actually, my method for developing my mother's libido is quite simple: using some aphrodisiacs to gradually change her suppression of her sexual desire. However, the dosage and timing of the medication are very important. It must be done when my father isn't home, otherwise, if my mother releases her sexual urges all at once, she might revert to her original state the next day. I plan to control the medication slowly, starting with just a little bit, just enough for my mother to feel something , and then gradually increasing the dosage. I want to continuously strengthen my mother's libido, to etch the pleasure of sex into her mind, and then I'll implement the second step of the plan. It would be strange if it didn't succeed. Thinking this through, I divided my plan into two phases: the first phase was the cultivation phase, and the second phase was the conquest phase. What to do after the conquest would be decided later; once the conquest was complete, things would likely be much simpler. So I began executing the plan. And wouldn't you know it, my luck was truly exceptional; the first opportunity came the very next day. That evening, during dinner, I learned that my father wouldn't be home because a new prisoner had been brought in and he would be interrogating him overnight. After dinner, I secretly slipped into the kitchen and added a small amount of aphrodisiac to the milk my mother was preparing for the evening. Then I returned to my room. To observe whether the dosage was appropriate, I kept a close eye on everything happening in the living room. In my drowsy state, I suddenly heard the sound of the refrigerator being opened in the kitchen. I tiptoed out of my room and hid in a corner, secretly observing my mother's every move. I saw her pick up the milk and, with a series of gulps, slowly drink it all. Watching the milky white milk slowly slide into my mother's mouth, I suddenly had a strange feeling. I imagined I had ejaculated a mouthful of semen into her, which she then drank down completely, even showing an expression of delight at how delicious her son's semen tasted. This scene almost made me lose control . "Calm down, calm down," I told myself. Soon I would really be able to make my mother drink my semen like that , and not only drink it, but I would make her say it tasted good, fall in love with my semen, and beg me to drink it. Lost in these wild thoughts, my mother had already left the kitchen. I quietly observed her, hoping to notice any changes in her. She sat on the sofa as usual, continuing to watch TV. I knew the dosage this time was relatively small, so there probably wouldn't be an immediate reaction, but surely there would be some effect, I thought, continuing to observe. After about ten minutes, I noticed my mother's face seemed to have turned a little red. The weather , so it must be due to the drug's effects. After confirming that this dosage would indeed have an effect on my mother's body, I returned to my to rest. Lying in bed, I kept thinking about what I needed to do next and how the plan needed improvement. Then I drifted off to sleep. In the days that followed, I kept looking for opportunities to give my mother her medication—not every day , of course, otherwise anyone would become suspicious. Since I always chose times when my father wasn't home, he would return almost the next day.

It was daytime, and Mom had already gone to work. When she came home, the effects of the medication had worn off, and rationality took over
her mind, so she became as indifferent as usual.

But tonight was different. "I'm home, Mom, Mom, I'm home," I called several times
, but Mom didn't respond. I felt something was strange. Could it be that Mom hadn't come home yet? With this question in mind, I pushed open the door and
found Mom at home, sitting on the sofa. The TV wasn't on, and she looked listless and listless.
I knew the time was almost right.

Actually, when I was drugging Mom to arouse her libido, I secretly installed a mini
camera to monitor them. Through the surveillance, I found that my efforts were working. Although
Mom seemed no different from usual for the first few days, after a few days, she started to actively pursue Dad, whereas before it was usually
Dad who initiated. I knew that Mom was beginning to change fundamentally, even though she herself didn't realize it.

However, I don't know if my luck was just too incredible, but Dad has been so busy with work lately
that he either ended things hastily or rejected Mom when she tried to seduce him. I could clearly see my mother's dissatisfaction and anxiety on the screen
. After being rejected several times, whether out of pride or something else, she stopped
actively seeking intimacy and instead endured it on her own.

For the next few days after discovering this, I was overjoyed. Sexual desire is like
a raging flood; it can only be channeled, not suppressed, otherwise, once the dam breaks, it's uncontrollable.

Looking at my mother, I felt I could begin my next plan. I approached the sofa and nudged
her.

"Ah—son, when did you get back? Why didn't you say anything?"

"I told you I was back, but it seems like Mom didn't hear me."

"Oh, I see. Maybe I've been too busy at work these past few days, and I'm too tired. Wait a minute, I'll go
cook dinner ."

Watching my mother get up and go to the kitchen to cook, I thought to myself. Mother, Mother, this is
because of your unsatisfied desire, and sadly, she's completely oblivious.

At dinner, Dad announced some important news: starting next week, he would be
going overseas for a month-long training program. Upon hearing the news, I could clearly sense my mother's
sudden disappointment.

"You'd better be careful over there."

"I know, don't worry, honey, it's not the first time. Be careful yourself too, and son,
you have to listen to your mother, take good care of her, or I'll deal with you when I get back."

"Don't worry, Dad, just go to your training. I'll definitely listen to Mom and take good care of
her ."

In my heart, I secretly thought, of course I'll take good care of Mom, take good care of her with my penis, make her feel like she's
in heaven.

Although I thought this, I didn't show it on my face. My mother looked at me and suddenly smiled, probably because
she thought my recent behavior had been quite good, but I didn't care about her thoughts anymore.
Because no matter how strict or cold she was, her days of being under my control were not far off.

After dinner, I went to my room early. My parents also went to
their bedroom . I thought they must have a lot to talk about tonight. Would they make love like crazy tonight?

With many questions in mind, I checked the webcam and found that the two of them were just hugging
. Judging from their lip movements, they were probably whispering sweet nothings. My mother's face was flushed, which was quite adorable. Seeing her
constantly rubbing her feet, I knew she was definitely aroused. However, what puzzled me
was that they were only talking and not making love.

So I quickly plugged in my headphones and turned the volume up to
the maximum to hear what they were saying. I started hearing sounds. I had turned it on at the perfect time. I heard my father say to my mother,
"I really don't feel safe leaving such a beautiful wife at home. Don't you dare cheat on me, haha."

"You rascal, you're getting more and more indecent as you get older. What are you saying? And you, you shouldn't be fooling around outside."
They laughed as they talked.

No wonder my mother didn't actively pursue love; she was hiding her desires so her husband
could focus on his training. What a good wife, I thought to myself.

But, Mom, oh Mom. What you did is exactly what I wanted. If you hadn't
been holding back and had released it, maybe there would still have been a chance to turn things around. But now, you're clearly almost out of control,
yet you're still forcing it. How could I not take you this time, after all the help God has given me?

In the days leading up to Dad's business trip, I didn't drug Mom anymore, even though Dad wasn't home occasionally.
But I was afraid that if Mom couldn't hold back in the end, then I would have lost out. My dear Mom, you
must hold back these next few days, hold back your sexual desire, and wait for me to develop you, I thought to myself.

At the same time, I decided to start my plan after Dad left, and try to completely conquer this beauty, Mom, before Dad
returned .

Finally, the Sunday that Dad was leaving arrived. Mom and I went to the airport to see him off. Before leaving,
Dad said to Mom affectionately, "Take good care of yourself while I'm gone." "Yes, you too."

Looking at them, for some reason, a wave of jealousy welled up inside me. Dad, oh Dad. I think this is
the last time you'll get this kind of response; I doubt you'll ever have another chance.

Back home, without Dad, Mom seemed a little disappointed, but I was
bursting with excitement. Of course, I couldn't show it.

"Son, Mom's on night shift tomorrow. Make yourself something to eat,
do do your homework, understand?" Mom's stern voice suddenly rang out. Judging from her tone, she seemed
to be in a bad mood.

As the saying goes, women who suppress their sexual desire for too long become restless, and it's absolutely true. But I wasn't
unhappy at all; on the contrary, I was extremely excited. I'd decided—tomorrow! Tomorrow I'd start carrying out this plan, and
once I did, there would be no turning back.

That night, I went to bed early because tomorrow would be the day that changed the course of my and Mom's lives,
the first step towards achieving my goal, and I had to take it well. So, after checking that
all the props I needed for tomorrow night were in good working order, I started to conserve my energy for tomorrow.

The next day, as soon as school was over, I rushed home. After checking the house, I found that my mother was indeed not there.
There was a note on the table, roughly saying that she had to work that night and wouldn't be coming home. The food was all cooked and on the table; I just
needed to heat it up. That was the gist of it. I quickly finished dinner, tidied up, and rushed into
my room.

I put on a face mask, looked at myself in the mirror, and was very satisfied. I
named Zhang Feng, also known as Brother Feng. It was very similar to my real name, the purpose of which was to make
incest more natural for my mother. After all, similar names are easier to accept. I checked the time; it was only 6 p.m.,
still some time before the planned time. However, I was restless staying at home, so I packed my gear and headed to the hospital where
my mother worked.

Because my mother's hospital was a rural hospital, there weren't many patients, and there weren't many emergency
cases at night. The shifts were generally uneventful, just for handling emergencies. So, usually, only 1-2
nurses were on duty.

Oh no! What if Mom's on duty with another nurse today? What if she doesn't go home to sleep tonight?
What if someone else interferes during my plan? Thinking about this, I cursed myself for being so stupid. My lustful
mind was completely clouded; I couldn't even think of something this simple.

So, I secretly sneaked into Mom's office to peek at the duty roster. My luck was incredible! This
week, except for today when Mom was on duty alone, all the other days it was two nurses. I saw a note saying "
family matters." Apparently, the hospital where Mom works arranges for nurses to work
in pairs to avoid danger if they're alone at night.

Since even fate is on my side, how could I fail?
I thought to myself. The hospital wasn't crowded in the evening, but since I had another purpose,
I couldn't walk openly in the hospital to avoid being remembered. It would be even worse if Mom saw me.

Finally, I arrived outside Mom's duty room, used the duplicated key to enter, and surveyed tonight's
battlefield . The room was small. Opening the refrigerator, I found more than one carton of milk, so I took the extra
, leaving only one. Then, I injected the aphrodisiac into it with a syringe—
the maximum dose possible, of course, without compromising my health.

I stuffed my toolbox under the bed, carrying only a few tools I might need initially.

I secretly placed a camera in a concealed location to record everything that happened tonight, though
the angle of the shot was unaffected by the concealed location.

After preparing everything, I left the room. Before leaving, I deliberately tampered with the door lock so it
wouldn't lock properly, making it easier for me to act later. Using a key to open the door would definitely
arouse my mother's suspicion, which was something I wanted. Of course, I wanted the plan to be as perfect as possible.

I quietly hid in the bushes, patiently waiting for my mother to appear. Time passed slowly,
and I grew increasingly nervous. Finally, a familiar figure appeared in my sight—
it was my mother. I saw Mom, dressed in a nurse's uniform and cap, walk quietly in. Seeing this, my penis
immediately sprang to attention.

Following her upstairs, I exclaimed, "Huh? Why isn't the door locked? I remember
locking it when I left!" Hearing her questioning voice, I thought to myself, "Of course, it's your precious son's doing."

I watched Mom go inside and close the door, but no matter how hard she tried, it would open with a single push.
After a while, I heard a thud from a chair hitting the door. It seemed Mom had given up; even though I'm not fully developed yet, I could easily push it open with a
chair .

I stood nervously outside. It was exactly 11 PM, and all around was silent. Since this was
the duty room, and Mom was the only one on duty today, there was no one else around, only a
gentle breeze. A dark and windy night—perfect for a crime.

I pressed myself against the doorway, listening intently for any sounds from inside, ready to seize the perfect opportunity. "Sigh—"

A sigh came from inside the house, followed by the sound of someone getting up and opening the refrigerator. "Huh—?"
It seemed Mom was surprised to find the milk was missing. But a few missing cartons of milk wasn't unusual; this was the duty room,
not our home. Who knows, someone might have taken it, so I wasn't too worried.

"Glug, glug—" The sound of milk going down her throat reached my ears. At that moment, I
felt my heart race and my face turn red. I guess I was too nervous.

I quickly took a deep breath to calm my tense emotions. Looking at the time, since I had given her
a large dose this time, Mom would definitely have a strong reaction in less than 5 minutes. The time was about right. I
pressed myself against the door and, sure enough, heard moans coming from inside. It seemed the drug was taking effect. Judging from
the sounds, the chances of Mom controlling her desire this time were practically zero.

Just as I was about to break down the door and take Mom down, an idea suddenly flashed into my mind.

"Knock knock knock—" I knocked on the door. "Who is it?" My mother's voice came from inside the house, but
it was different from her usual calm and authoritative voice; it was trembling, showing
how hard she was struggling to resist her sexual desire.

"It's me, Nurse Wang. I need to talk to you."

"Ah, just a moment, I'll be right there."

My mother didn't even ask what it was about. I didn't even give my name, and she just brushed it off. It was so late,
yet she didn't try to excuse me by saying it was too late and we could talk tomorrow. It seemed my mother's mind wasn't as sharp as usual. It seemed the power of
sexual desire was indeed strong.

After waiting for a few minutes, I heard the door open. Actually, the door wasn't locked
at intentionally, mainly to test the drug's effectiveness. But to my surprise, the drug
was so effective.

Opening the door, I saw my mother's hair was disheveled, her clothes were a little messy, and a button on her collar was
undone . If someone looked down from above, they would definitely see a lot of skin. Looking at my mother's flushed face, I
calmed myself down and finally prepared to take that step.

"Nurse Wang, what's wrong? Your face is so red, are you sick?" I said as I entered
the room.

"Ah, nothing, Auntie's fine. Is there anything I can help you with, little one?" Seeing a child's face...
A face like her son's, that of a middle school student, made the mother's last bit of wariness vanish
. In her memory, what could a middle school student possibly do? But this thought would soon disappear, and
what would replace it, only the mother herself probably knew.

I didn't answer her question, but instead reached out and touched her forehead. The moment I touched her forehead,
I clearly felt her body tremble.

"Auntie's lying, your forehead is so hot, and you said you weren't sick."

"Auntie's really fine, don't worry. By the way, little one, what's your name?"

"My name is Zhang Feng, Auntie."

"Zhang Feng, oh, that's so similar to my son's name."

Seeing that the mother had completely forgotten what she had asked me about, and was now marveling at my name
, I found it amusing. It seemed her mind was truly muddled today. My original plan to
force myself changed; I thought conquering her slowly would be more fun, starting from the basics
rather than forcibly submitting. That's how it was; I would conquer not only her body, but also
her soul .

"Auntie, are you really alright? Lie down quickly, you must be tired. You lie down first, I'll go get a
towel ."

Without waiting for a reply, I pulled my mother to the bedside and forced her to lie down. Since
I meant well, she didn't say anything and just lay there.

Watching me get the towel, she murmured, "Zhang Feng, if our little Feng were
half , I'd be content."

I placed the towel on her forehead, thinking, "I'll show you how sensible and
filial .

" "Auntie, you're so beautiful. If my mother were still here—she would be just as beautiful as you."

"Oh, what happened to your mother?"

"She passed away when I was very young."

Looking into her eyes, I saw they were almost misty; her maternal love was about to overflow.

Without a word, I kissed her on the lips. She looked at me in surprise.

"I'm so happy to see Auntie!"

It was the child expressing her joy. What's wrong with me today? Mom shook her head.

"Auntie, let me give you a massage."

"No need, I couldn't possibly."

"Auntie, you don't need to be so polite. I've always wanted to massage Mom but haven't had the chance." I deliberately
lowered my voice.

Sure enough, this trick always works on Mom now. "Then I'll trouble you." Looking at Mom lying
on the bed, I was overjoyed. It seemed the plan was going even better than I imagined.

I climbed onto Mom's bed, sat on her, and began to massage her, focusing on
her sensitive areas that would arouse her.

"Ah, ah, ah—it feels so good! You're amazing!"

"Auntie must be tired lately. Let me massage your feet too, that will feel even better."

"Okay, okay, thank you."

Seeing that Mom's speech was becoming incoherent, I knew her rationality was practically zero.
I could take her now, but to make things more enjoyable, I didn't.

Holding my mother's small foot in my hand, the silky feel of the stockings filled me with secret pleasure as I continuously
stimulated the acupoints on her foot.

"Ah, ah, ah—so comfortable." A louder sound came from my mother's mouth than before, without any
restraint.

"Comfortable, isn't it, Auntie? Feng is amazing

, isn't he?" "Yes, Feng is amazing, Auntie feels so good."

My mother was completely unaware of what she was saying, simply echoing my words. If anyone
heard this, they would only perceive it as lewdness.

I continued massaging my mother's small foot, feeling her body tremble, and seeing
the obvious wetness between her legs as she opened them with excitement.

"Auntie is sweating a lot, let me help you take them off, otherwise you'll definitely catch a cold."

"Mmm, ah—okay, okay, thank you."

I turned my mother over, looking at her tightly closed eyes, the beads of sweat on her forehead, and her rosy
cheeks, she was indescribably adorable.

One, two, three—I slowly unbuttoned my mother's nurse's uniform and gently pulled it down.
To my surprise, my mother even cooperated by raising her arms. My hands reached her back and unhooked
her bra. Two small, white breasts sprang out.

This was the first time I had observed my mother's breasts so closely; they were flawless and indescribably beautiful. My hands
involuntarily grasped her breasts.

"Ah—"

Clearly, the stimulation from her breasts was far more intense than other stimuli, and my mother actually cried out loudly. Her
breasts changed shape constantly in my hands. I heard my mother's loud moans, it was indescribably
stimulating. Seeing that my mother didn't stop me at all, but was enjoying it all to the fullest,

I took her breast into my mouth and sucked on it with gusto. Faced with the sudden waves of
stimulation, my mother could only moan loudly and made no other movements.

"Auntie's milk is so delicious!"

"Ah, ah—really? Is it really that delicious?"

"Of course! It's the best milk I've ever had. Auntie, can I have it every day?"

"Ah, ah, that's so embarrassing, ah, ah—"

Seeing that Mom still had some sense of reason, I slid my hand between her legs. Sure enough,
even through her socks and underwear, I could feel the wet, slippery vaginal fluid.

Through her underwear, I gently poked her vulva with my finger, which was accompanied by another pleasant
moan.

"Auntie, your underwear seems wet. You'll catch a cold wearing it like this. Let me take it off for you." I
asked, feigning ignorance, but I was actually looking forward to how Mom would answer.

"Ah, ah, Auntie feels so good. Feng, could you please help Auntie take off her underwear?"

For some reason, I felt that my mother's face turned even redder when she said this. Did my mother
know what I was doing and deliberately make me take it off? Was my mother so thirsty that she was already like this? But I
didn't care about all that.

I pulled my mother's panties and stockings down to her ankles, revealing a wet, throbbing vulva.
Looking at her naked body, I felt an indescribable excitement. How long had I waited for this moment? Thankfully, my
wish had finally come true.

I knelt between my mother's legs, inhaling deeply, a faint, pungent scent filling my nostrils. My mother
seemed to sense something, opening her eyes and asking, "Feng, what are you doing?"

Hearing her voice, I knew her mind was still hazy, unable to think clearly. I couldn't
give her a chance to catch her breath, or I might exhaust myself.

I ignored her words, gently touching her vulva with the tip of my tongue.

"Ah, ah—good, so good."

I glanced at my mother and saw her eyes were closed again, focused on enjoying herself. So I did
n't hold back, licking her labia majora and minora with my tongue, even inserting it inside her vagina. Her vaginal fluids
flowed out like a raging Yellow River. I hurriedly caught them, sucking on the slightly smelly, slightly salty fluid
as if it were the most delicious thing in the world.

Perhaps my mother had never experienced such stimulation before; her head swayed constantly, and her moans grew louder and
louder. Suddenly, I felt my mother's legs clamp tightly around my head, her toes pointed taut
. A stream of fluid hit my face; my mother had actually orgasmed from my sucking.

"Auntie, is it good?"

"Ah, ah—Auntie feels so good."

"Auntie, you peed all over my face, how are you going to make it up to me?" I said this deliberately, trying to hurt
my mother's pride.

"Ah, I'm sorry, Feng, Auntie doesn't know what happened."

"Auntie, it's so itchy, can you lick it for me?"

I pulled down my pants, revealing my already erect penis. I felt my mother's eyes suddenly widen,

and I heard her swallow.

Before Mom could answer, I grabbed her head, pressed my penis against her mouth, and tried to
insert it. Mom initially resisted, but quickly opened her mouth. A warm
sensation instantly enveloped me, and I almost ejaculated. After getting used to it, I grabbed Mom
's hair and began thrusting repeatedly.

While enjoying Mom giving me oral sex, I thought to myself, "See? Dad, Mom's virgin mouth,
preserved , has been conquered by your son. Mom's mouth feels so good. But Dad, I think you
'll never get to enjoy this service, because soon your wife, my mother, will become my
possession.

" "Ah, ah—it feels so good, Auntie, lick it with your tongue, suck it with your mouth, Auntie."

"Mmm—mmm—" Mom obediently began to suck with her mouth, and the stimulating feeling was
incredibly wonderful.

While fondling my mother's breasts, I slowly enjoyed her oral sex, thrusting repeatedly
. Several times, I felt my penis penetrate her throat, causing her to cough violently. But I
didn't stop; instead, I grabbed her head and thrust even more vigorously.

Saliva dribbled from the corner of her mouth. With my penis filling her mouth, all I could hear
were muffled sounds.

After several minutes of thrusting, I suddenly felt a jolt of electricity flow through my brain, and then my ejaculation resumed. Streams
of semen gushed into my mother's throat. I felt her trying to struggle, trying to spit out the semen
. But I wouldn't let her. I pressed her head down firmly, forcing her to swallow
. However, because there was so much semen, some still dripped from the corner of her mouth.

After putting my mother down, I looked at her disheveled hair, the red marks on her breasts from my forceful
kneading , and the sheets soaked with her vaginal fluids. Mom lay limply on the bed,
panting heavily. Although she had already climaxed several times, the flush on her face hadn't faded; instead, it appeared even more
vibrant.

Looking at her beautiful body on the bed, my penis unconsciously hardened again.
The main event . Mom, you're about to become my woman.

Thinking this, I pressed my body against hers, my lips tightly kissing her small mouth, my tongue
searching for the most exquisite taste. Whether it was from exhaustion or undiminished desire, our
tongues quickly intertwined.

I adjusted my body, pressing my penis against her vagina. As Mom was lost in the kiss,
I thrust my hips forward, my penis breaking through all the barriers and entering her body in one go.

"Stop! No—" Mom suddenly opened her eyes, forcefully pulling her mouth away from mine,
shouting loudly. I knew Mom had realized it; her last line of defense had been breached.

I knew that at this moment, although her lust was still high, her strong sense of reason had taken over her mind.

This was it, this was the crucial step to completely conquer Mom.

Ignoring her cries, I continued my piston-like movements. Mom's body trembled violently,
her hands struggling desperately, trying to break free and pull my penis out. But I wouldn't let
her have her way so easily. While holding her hands down, I thrust my penis in and out of her
vagina . As time went on, I felt more and more fluid in her vagina, and I could no longer feel any
resistance. Mom's resistance gradually lessened, whether from exhaustion or a renewed
surge .

But that was irrelevant to me. What I needed to do now was to fuck this woman beneath me until
she was completely submissive, to ignite her desire completely, which would make my future actions much easier.

So, I used various thrusting techniques I had learned from AVs, such as nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one, to
stimulate Mom. I gripped her breasts tightly with both hands, thrusting forcefully.
Mom, whose hands were now free, covered her mouth tightly with her hands, trying her best not to make a sound.

Seeing my mother's adorable expression, wanting to moan but holding back, my lust was completely aroused, and
my movements became increasingly vigorous. "Dad, look at your lovely wife, she's being fucked to the point of ecstasy by me, haha!"

I thought to myself, my lower body moving without pause. Let's see how long you can last.
His hands tightly gripped her already erect nipples, and his penis suddenly began to thrust faster. Caught off guard by this sudden
acceleration, the mother couldn't help but make a sound. Once the restraint was broken, what
followed was an uncontrollable frenzy.

"Ah, ah, so good, so good—"

Seeing that my actions had worked, a cold smile crept onto his lips.

"Auntie, is it good—"

"Mmm, mmm, so good, Auntie feels so good—"

"Auntie, I accidentally peed inside, and it suddenly felt so good.
When I tried to pull it out, it felt even better after moving around a bit. Auntie, what are we doing?"

"This—Auntie doesn't know, ah—Auntie is too embarrassed to say, ah—"

"Tell me, Auntie, Xiaofeng wants to know." He said this while thrusting forcefully a few more times, and
his lower body made even heavier thumping sounds.

"Ah—gentle, Xiaofeng, Auntie said, ah—Auntie said, ah—Xiaofeng and Auntie are making love,
ah—"

As she said this, Mom's whole body convulsed again. Under the dual stimulation of body and words,
Mom climaxed again. However, Mom had reached her climax, but I hadn't, so my movements didn't slow down at all.

"Xiaofeng, stop, Auntie, Auntie can't take it anymore, ah—it feels so good, Auntie is going to be fucked to death by Xiaofeng
."

Hearing the word "fuck" from my dignified and virtuous mother for the first time, I couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. It seemed
Mom's sexual desire was gradually awakening.

"Auntie, it seems like Xiaofeng will keep eating Auntie's breasts and doing this kind of thing with Auntie, is that okay?"

"Ah—ah—Xiaofeng, ah—no, ah—we can't do this kind of thing, ah—
Auntie will be sorry to her husband, she will be sorry to her son, ah—"

You slut, still being stubborn at this point, let's see how long you can hold out, I cursed inwardly. Now
I'm going to take a gamble, betting that Mom has truly been completely conquered by lust, and that her stubbornness is just a subconscious act, something morally
forbidden. After a few more forceful thrusts, I suddenly pulled my penis out of Mom's cunt. Mom, suddenly losing
the feeling of fullness in her lower body, cried out in surprise. Then she looked at me.

Her eyes were filled with lust, and the last trace of clarity disappeared as my penis was removed.

"I'm sorry, Auntie, I didn't know that doing this kind of thing was wrong, Xiaofeng won't do it anymore." Saying this, I
pretended to get up and leave. Seeing this, Mom panicked, disregarding her status as an elder, she grabbed me and pressed me onto the bed, reaching out to grab my penis and

shoving it into her cunt. "Ah, so good—ah—" Mom groaned the moment my penis entered. Then , she sat on top of me, her body rising and falling rhythmically, the sounds of our bodies slapping together echoing. Looking at her long hair swaying in the air, her breasts heaving, her flushed face, and her eyes filled with desire, I couldn't believe this was the same mother I used to know—the serious, conservative mother. But I knew that at this moment, Mom was completely conquered by lust. I couldn't guarantee what would happen when she woke up tomorrow, but at least tonight, Mom wouldn't look back. I secretly marveled at the power of the aphrodisiac. "Hmm? What's wrong, Auntie? Didn't Auntie say we couldn't do this?" I asked, feigning confusion. "Ah—so good—um, it's okay—Xiaofeng, ah—Auntie didn't say we couldn't." "So that means I can do this with Auntie whenever I want from now on?" As I said this , I thrust my penis forcefully into Mom's clitoris, anticipating her buttocks falling. “Ah—ah—that’s right, ah—Xiaofeng can do it whenever he wants, ah—” “What can you do, Auntie?” “You can make love with Auntie anytime, ah—” “Anytime, anywhere, Auntie?” “Ah—yes, as long as Xiaofeng wants, ah—anytime, anywhere, ah—you can make love with Auntie, ah—” “Auntie, Xiaofeng loves you to death.” After saying that, I cooperated with my mother’s thing, thrusting my penis forcefully. “Auntie, Auntie, ah—you love, ah—Xiaofeng the most too.” I found that my mother was now incoherent. Her long-accumulated desires were completely unleashed . After getting the answer I wanted, I didn’t hold back and made love with my mother to my heart’s content. That night I tried all kinds of positions, making my mother scream repeatedly. That night, my mother could be said to have completely indulged herself, abandoning her original aloofness and coldness. She became a beast that only knew how to seek sexual desire. That night I ejaculated five times before stopping, and even my penis felt a throbbing pain at the end. Mom, of course , fared even worse; after we finished, she lay motionless on the bed, covered in my semen. If I hadn't seen her still-heavy chest, I would have thought something terrible had happened to her. Looking at Mom lying on the bed, I felt an indescribable joy. Mom, from today onwards, you are my woman. Looking at the time, it was almost 4 a.m., and Mom seemed to be asleep. I got dressed, took the props I had prepared, and of course, didn't forget the camera, before leaving the duty room . Before leaving, I left a note for Mom on the desk. It basically said that today was very comfortable, that Auntie had agreed to make love anytime, and that I was looking forward to being with Auntie again. I closed the door, and the sky was already beginning to lighten, as if celebrating my victory. Today went so smoothly, without even needing any tools, which I hadn't expected. But the real show was just beginning. My dear Mom, I think my life from now on will be much more colorful. Although my mother and I had sexual relations, it was mostly due to the effects of aphrodisiacs that she succumbed. Once she sobered up she was the same as before. The road to conquering her is still long; today's achievement was merely the first step. But this first step is incredibly important, like a stepping stone. Without this first step, nothing that follows will exist. Stay tuned for Chapter Three: Gradual Progress. Because I barely slept last night, I felt a wave of sleepiness washing over me at school during the day. My mind kept replaying my mother's wanton figure from last night, her perfect body. Thinking about it made my penis involuntarily...

My penis got hard. But there was a slight pain along with it.

Without that feeling, I wouldn't have believed that last night was real; it felt like a dream.

I actually had sex with my mother, and I even did it to her like that. I finally saw a
completely .

I wondered how she would be today. She worked the night shift last night and should be resting at home. Would she call the police?
Would she tell anyone? Would she call my father to discuss it? A
long What should I do if she called the police? I spent the whole day lost in these hypothetical scenarios, while also
eagerly awaiting the end of school to see how my mother was doing.

For the first time, time seemed to drag on. Finally, school was over, and I rushed
home.

"Mom, I'm home."

"Hmm, you're home quite early today. Go to your room and do your homework." My mother's cold
voice came from beside me.

I didn't react for a moment, as if everything last night was a dream, and everything had returned to normal
. I shook my head to make sure I wasn't dreaming.

"Go do your homework! Are you deaf or something? Didn't you hear me?"

Seeing that I hadn't moved for a while, I heard that familiar scolding voice again.

"Oh, okay, I'll do my homework right away,"

I quickly replied, snapping out of my daze, and hurried towards my room. What was going on?
Full I walked along, pondering. Before entering my room, I glanced at where my mother was, and finally
noticed that she was different than before. At least her gait was a little strange today; her legs seemed to be constantly
apart, and her walk wasn't as steady as usual.

After entering the room, I chuckled. It seemed like I'd been too rough last night, and her vagina was swollen
from all that. I was in such a rush last night that I hadn't really observed her properly.

It seemed my mother wanted to pretend last night's events never happened. Having released her sexual desire last night, her
rationality had returned, which was why she was acting like this again.

However, through this, I at least learned the following: First: My mother didn't call the police.

Secondly, Mom didn't tell anyone; she just wanted to bear it all herself.

Thirdly, Mom wanted to forget what happened last night, to treat it as just a fleeting dream.

But now, I'm finally relieved. Knowing that Mom is prepared to
shoulder , I'm even more reassured that the matter won't be exposed. Mom, oh Mom, although you want to completely forget what happened last night
, can you really forget? My dear Mom, I'm always by your side, and I'll eventually let you slowly
walk into the abyss.

For the next few days, I didn't contact Mom using Zhang Feng's identity because firstly, I hadn't planned my
next move, and secondly, I needed to give Mom some breathing room. But Dad has only been gone for a month, so
I don't have much time left. I must take action this weekend.

Through these few days of observation, I've found that Mom is now exactly the same as before—still so
serious and conservative. Her gait has gradually returned to normal; it seems she must have applied some anti-inflammatory
medicine to her vagina.

Friday arrived in the blink of an eye. Since it was the weekend, Mom didn't scold me much when I got home. Watching
her busy figure in the kitchen, I gradually became captivated.

"Mom, what are we having for dinner tonight?"

"Your favorite sweet and sour pork ribs."

Mom seemed very happy, so I couldn't help but ask, "Mom, why are you so happy today? Is something
good?"

"I haven't received any calls from your teacher reporting you this week, so Mom is going to reward you."

Hearing this, I couldn't help but feel a black line appear on my forehead. How bad was I before? Now, just the fact that
the teacher didn't tattle on me can make Mom so happy. But I also thought it might be because another
version of me hadn't contacted Mom this week, making her think the matter was over. This won't do, Mom.

I took out the new phone I had prepared. This phone was specifically for contacting Mom, and of course, the number
was brand new and unregistered. I sent Mom a text message: "Auntie, Xiaofeng misses you
so much. Can you spend time with Xiaofeng tomorrow?" I pressed send, and immediately Mom's phone rang.

"Mom, your phone's ringing. Looks like there's a message."

"Really? Bring it to me."

"Okay."

Mom took the phone from me. After seeing the message, I clearly felt her body tremble slightly, and
her eyes flicker.

"Mom, who sent the text?" I asked casually.

"Ah, it's Mom's colleague. They asked Mom to go shopping tomorrow."

"Oh, I see. So, Mom's going out tomorrow?"

"Yes, okay. Don't stay here, you're bothering Mom while she's cooking."

"Okay."

Walking out of the kitchen, I clearly felt the tension Mom had when I asked; even
her voice trembled slightly. But since she made up the shopping story, she
'd definitely go out tomorrow to avoid arousing my suspicion. Whether she'd keep the appointment, I didn't know.

*Beep beep beep* My phone suddenly rang. Looking closely, I saw it was Mom replying, but
it was just one word, "Okay."

I thought Mom must be thinking about that night. A stranger couldn't
enter ; of course, I knew that. From my mother's reply, I knew she was
now wary of me.

I knew without a doubt what tomorrow's meeting would be
like done wrong, and so on. My mother had an endless supply of scolding phrases;
I was already well aware of them.

"Okay, Auntie, it's settled then. Meet at xxx amusement park at 8 am tomorrow," I quickly replied
.

Seeing my mother's tense expression after receiving the message, and noticing I wasn't there, she looked around with relief
. After reading the message, I clearly saw her bewildered expression, as if she didn't understand.

I figured she'd initially thought this invitation was for some kind of intimate encounter, but it turned out I'd
invited her to the amusement park. All her scolding was now useless. It seems kids really do have...
The good thing is, facing my seemingly innocent self, Mom seems completely helpless.

Early Saturday morning, "Son, Mom's meeting up with a colleague for shopping, I'm leaving now."

"Okay, be careful on your way."

Looking at Mom's outfit today, it was the same as usual, nothing special, except she was going to an amusement park
, so it was something more practical for sports. Anyone with eyes could tell from that outfit, how could she be going
shopping? Could it be that Mom was caught off guard by this sudden invitation and didn't think things through?

Oh well, why think so much? I quickly started getting ready, it took me a full half hour to get
everything ready. Looking at the time, it wasn't long until 8 o'clock, and judging from Mom's appearance, she should have arrived
by now. I hurriedly ran out to keep the appointment.

When I arrived at the amusement park, I saw Mom already standing at the entrance, holding two tickets in her hand,
and they looked like a combo ticket. It seemed Mom had everything prepared.

"Auntie, I'm sorry I'm late." I ran over breathlessly.

"It's alright, Auntie just got here too." Seeing me sweating profusely and looking nervous, Mom said
softly .

Actually, I wasn't faking it; I was practically running and jumping because I was going to be late,
so this was the natural state.

"Thank you, Auntie." Faced with my innocent smile, Mom was momentarily speechless.

"Alright, let's go in."

"Yeah, I'm going to have a blast today! I was exhausted last week because of the competition."

"Wow, I didn't realize Xiaofeng was so excellent." Mom was captivated by what I said,
subconsciously categorizing me as a top student. However, I noticed a slight disappointment in Mom's expression. Could it be that
Mom was comparing me to this imaginary person? But honestly, just passing all the tests was already a feat; competitions were practically
impossible . No wonder Mom looked like that.

"Yes, yes, that's why I haven't even had time to contact my favorite auntie."

Mom chuckled. "Xiaofeng's got such a sweet tongue."

"No way, I'm just telling the truth."

"Okay, Auntie believes you now, it's not Xiaofeng's fault. Auntie will play with Xiaofeng today."

"Really? Auntie, Xiaofeng is so happy!"

Seeing my innocent expression, Mom's face lit up with a smile. It seemed I had finally put Mom's
guard down for the time being, and I couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

We spent the whole morning happily at the amusement park, trying out many rides.
To be honest, I really had a lot of fun. In my memory, Mom had never taken me out to play like this before
. Thinking about it, I couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy for the character I had imagined. But it only lasted a moment
.

Time flew by, and it was 11:30. It was almost lunchtime, and we were both sweating profusely,
so we sat down on our chairs, exhausted.

"Xiaofeng, what do you want for lunch? Auntie will treat you."

"Really? Auntie, I'm so happy! Actually, I'm not picky about food. I
'm just happy to eat with Auntie."

Hearing my sweet words, Mom's face lit up with a smile. Sure enough, women
are powerless against sweet talk. Thinking of my honest father, sweet words are rarely uttered by him
.

"Then come with Auntie, Xiaofeng. Auntie will take you to eat something delicious." After saying that, Mom took my hand and
walked towards the restaurant, reminding me as we walked, "Hold Auntie's hand tightly, don't get lost."

"Okay, Auntie."

Holding Mom's soft little hand, I couldn't help but start daydreaming again. No, I had to restrain myself
. I couldn't let Mom find out my true thoughts. But to be honest, seeing me, who was taller than Mom, talking
like a child, still left me speechless.

We ate at a high-end coffee shop with a very romantic atmosphere;
I'd never been to a place like this before.

"Come on, Xiaofeng, order whatever you like."

"Auntie, order for me! I love everything you order."

"Oh, you're so sweet today!"

"No, Auntie's teasing me again."

Mom, all smiles, ordered a children's meal for me. We ate and chatted, and I
complimented Mom several times. Seeing her laugh, I felt incredibly proud. Honestly,
Mom laughed a lot today; it seems I'm slowly being accepted by her. But it
's completely different from a woman accepting a man.

"Auntie, Auntie, let's go see a movie this afternoon! Xiaofeng heard from a classmate that there's a really good
movie playing."

"Really? Then let's go, Xiaofeng!"

"Yay! Great!" I exclaimed happily. Seeing how happy I was, Mom's
face also beamed with a smile. I noticed that her smile seemed to last a lot today, and her usual seriousness towards me
was completely gone. It seems her seriousness in front of me was just a way to show me her maternal authority, I thought to myself.

Today I chose a romantic movie; the plot is about a husband who neglects his wife, making her
unhappy, but she silently endures it for the sake of the family, only to have her husband leave her in the end.

Looking at Mom's serious expression, could it be that Mom and Dad's relationship isn't as close as I thought? No way,
they were so close when I saw them off. But seeing Mom's somewhat forlorn expression, I thought, there
must I don't know about. This is a big discovery; I need to find a way to figure it out. Maybe this is
a breakthrough. I made this my top priority.

But thinking about it, Dad only called Mom once this week, and it was
very short. I don't know what they talked about. It seems I need to install a landline at home to investigate.

The movie ended quickly, and we left the theater. My mother maintained a forlorn
expression the whole way, not saying a word. Of course, I didn't say anything either. I checked the time; it was already past 4 o'clock.

"Feng, Auntie feels a little tired, so I'll head home now."

"Oh, then I'll see Auntie home."

"Thank you, Feng, it's alright, Auntie can go home by herself."

"Auntie, be careful on your way home."

Mom forced a smile and nodded at me. Watching her departing figure, I felt a little lonely and desolate.

My purpose today was to get Mom to accept me and lower her guard, but I didn't expect to get
an unexpected reward: there was a rift between my parents that I wasn't aware of.

Oh no, I was too busy thinking. I had to get home before Mom got there. So I rushed home, only to find Mom
wasn't back yet, and quickly went to my room. I had only rested for a few minutes when I heard Mom open the door. That was
close! I almost found out I wasn't home.

"Son, Mom's a little tired. I'm going to rest now. You can eat whatever you want for dinner, don't worry about me."

After saying that, I heard the bedroom door close, followed by the sound of it locking. Mom is definitely up to something. It seems
choosing the movie today was really the right decision.

I lay in bed, quietly waiting for night to fall. When night comes, I'll go and comfort
Mom , and see if I can get anything out of her. Why choose nighttime? Because nighttime is when loneliness is most easily felt
, and it's also when a woman with a heavy heart is most likely to reveal her true feelings.

Time passed by, second by second, and the sky gradually darkened. Suddenly, I remembered that I hadn't removed the camera I installed in
my parents' bedroom. I quickly turned it on to see what my mother was doing. As the camera turned on,
my mother's figure appeared on the screen.

Oh, so my mother was sleeping. Did she start sleeping as soon as I got home? But thinking about today
, aside from the afternoon, the crazy fun in the morning had definitely exhausted her. Plus, the movie in the afternoon
brought back some unpleasant memories, leaving her physically and mentally exhausted. So, it makes sense that she fell asleep as soon as she got home.

But then a dilemma arose before me: should I just watch my mother sleep and give up on tonight
's offensive, or should I step up my efforts to solidify my position in her heart? Actually, I knew
what to do without even thinking.

I clutched my phone tightly in my hand. Looking at the time, it was only a little past 5 o'clock. I couldn't wait any longer and finally sent
my mother a message to ask how she was doing.

Although Mom's phone rang, it didn't disturb her deep sleep at all; she was
clearly exhausted. Looking at her sleeping mother, another plan popped into my head. This is the kind of plan
boys often use to win over girls. Yes, I'm going to treat Mom like a girl I'm pursuing
, and try to win her over. I'll let her feel the sweetness that has long faded in her marriage.

So, every 10 minutes, I sent Mom a text message, such as: "Auntie, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

"Auntie, why aren't you replying to my texts? Do you dislike Xiaofeng?" "Auntie, what's wrong? Xiaofeng is so
worried about you." These were all expressions of concern.

More than two hours passed, and it was past 7 o'clock, but looking at Mom,
she no sign of waking up. Of course, I didn't care. The more messages I sent, the
more touched Mom would be. I thought maybe Mom hadn't been loved like this in a long time, but that's just a guess.

Time flew by, and it was past 10 PM. I'd lost count of how many text messages I'd sent.
Looking at the time, I felt it was about time to call my mom. I was curious to see her
reaction to all those caring messages; it would help me better understand my place in her heart
. Because if it was a boy I disliked sending messages, no matter how many I sent, it wouldn't move her, it would only breed more
resentment.

I dialed my mom's number. On the screen, I saw her slowly open her eyes, awakened by the phone call,
but still looking confused. It took her a while to answer.

"Hello! Who is this?" a lazy voice reached my ears.

"Auntie, what's wrong? Are you alright?" I asked, feigning concern. "Hmm?" I quickly replied,

seeing my mom prop herself up and try to think. "Auntie, you suddenly seemed really down this afternoon. I was so worried about you. I texted you but you didn't reply. What happened, Auntie?" "Oh, it's Xiaofeng. You said you sent me a lot of messages?" "Yes, I was worried about you, Auntie. I was afraid you weren't feeling well again, or maybe you disliked Xiaofeng ." "Ah! How could that be? How could Auntie dislike Xiaofeng?" My mother was now fully awake. Judging from her actions, she was indeed reading my text messages. After seeing over 30 messages of greetings and comfort, I clearly felt a difference in her eyes. They seemed a little misty. I thought perhaps she was genuinely touched. It seems my place in her heart is gradually rising . "I'm so sorry, Xiaofeng, Auntie was sleeping just now. I'm sorry I didn't see your text message." "Oh, I see. Did I disturb Auntie's rest? I'm so sorry, Auntie. I was just... I was really worried about you, afraid something might have happened to you." "How could you? How could Xiaofeng disturb Auntie's rest? Actually, Auntie just woke up too, so please don't mind. Thank you for caring so much." "Hehe, I see. I'm relieved that Auntie is alright." Seeing my mother lie and say she just woke up to please me made me incredibly happy. It seems Mom has taken the bait . Now it's just a matter of cultivating our relationship. I need to get moving. But now that her heart is open , the rest will be much easier. To test my mom further, I casually said, "Auntie, Xiaofeng is so worried about you and wants to see you. Could you come out for a walk with Xiaofeng?" Mom didn't answer immediately. Looking at her, I could tell she was having a huge internal struggle. After a while, she said, " Okay , then Xiaofeng, can you wait for Auntie at the entrance of XX Park?" "Okay, I'll see you in a bit, Auntie." We hung up the phone. Good heavens, so late at night, and I actually managed to get Mom to go out! I never even dared to imagine this outcome. It's clear that my position in Mom's heart is constantly rising. I saw Mom go to the dressing table and start getting ready. So late at night, not only did she go out for a walk with a boy, but she also deliberately dressed up. Mom, it seems you're not far from falling in love with me. While Mom was getting ready, of course I wasn't idle either. I immediately transformed into another version of myself and turned off the camera. A few minutes later, I heard Mom's voice.

"Son, I have something urgent to attend to at the hospital and need to go out. Go to sleep early, don't wait for me."

"Okay, Mom, be careful on the road."

Seeing my mother leave, I quickly followed, arriving at our meeting place before her—
or so I thought. When I got to the park entrance, I found my mother hadn't arrived yet, and I breathed a sigh of relief
. Keeping a girl waiting too long can easily annoy her, a major taboo in dating.

After a short while, I saw my mother's figure slowly appear in the darkness.

"Ah, Xiaofeng, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting." Seeing me, my mother greeted me with a smile.

"No, I just got here too."

Looking at my mother standing before me, I saw her long, flowing hair,
wearing light foundation, and noticeable lipstick. It was clear she had prepared carefully before coming out.

I was overjoyed. In just one day, my mother had dressed up so meticulously to see me—this
was a huge breakthrough!

However, I was so stunned by my mother's beauty that I stood there dumbfounded, not moving an inch.

After a while, my mother seemed to notice my strange behavior.

"What are you looking at? Why are you staring like that?"

Her melodious voice pulled me back to reality, and I realized my lapse in composure.

"Auntie, you look so beautiful tonight."

"What, do you mean Auntie wasn't pretty before?"

"No, no, Auntie has always been beautiful. You're the most beautiful I've ever seen."

"Pfft, I was just teasing you! Besides, Auntie is over 30. Auntie is old."

"How could that be? When I first saw Auntie, I thought she was at most 20." Here, I emphasized "the first
day. " Sure enough

, when my mother heard "the first day," her face turned bright red. I think she must have remembered
the passion of that night.

"You just know how to make Auntie happy."

Seeing my mother's shy expression, she was incredibly cute. If outsiders saw this, they would definitely think they were a
couple whispering sweet nothings. Seeing that my mother didn't immediately change her expression because of that night, I felt that things were starting to look promising
. If I hadn't directly rejected that night, winning
my mother .

"How long are we going to stand here?" my mother asked, tilting her head and smiling.

"Oh, sorry, Auntie."

Then we walked side-by-side down the street. I told her jokes from time to time to cheer
her up, and her laughter filled the air. To further gain her trust, I
kept telling her funny stories from school, half true and half false—a lesson I
'd prepared well in advance.

My mother and I didn't communicate much, so her knowledge of school mostly came from
phone calls telling her how I'd gotten into trouble. Driven by curiosity, she listened attentively to my stories,
occasionally offering a few words of praise, at which point I'd act quite embarrassed.

Our walk had lasted for over half an hour.

"That's great, Auntie! I finally see you smiling happily again!"

"Huh?" My mother's eyes widened, looking at me with a puzzled expression.

"I was really worried when I saw Auntie leave looking so listless during the day. She didn't reply to my texts
, and I thought something had happened to her. Thankfully, she's recovered now, hehe."

"So, Xiaofeng was worried about Auntie, that's why he said he wanted to come out?"

"Of course!" I answered without hesitation.

"Xiaofeng, thank you," Mom said, her eyes reddening and glistening with tears.

Everyone knew my actions tonight had been effective, and my goal was almost achieved.

"Auntie, did Xiaofeng say or do something wrong? Did he upset you and even make you
cry?" I asked nervously, feigning unease.

"No, no, Auntie is just touched and happy."

"Oh, that's good, hehe." Seeing my innocent expression, I noticed
a , but of course, I wasn't so narcissistic as to think I'd charmed her with just this one time. And so, we continued walking down the street. The streets were deserted, with only a few joggers

occasionally in the distance. The dim streetlights illuminated our path, and a gentle breeze made it feel incredibly comfortable. Having such a beautiful woman beside me made me feel very at ease. I tried to take my mother's hand, and a soft sensation washed over me. I saw her pause, her eyes flickering for a fleeting moment, but only for a split second. If I hadn't been carefully observing her every move, I might not have noticed. My mother didn't say anything about me taking her hand; she simply let me hold it, and we continued chatting as we walked along the avenue. Unlike the noisy environment of the daytime, the city was much quieter at night . It was the first time I'd walked so late at night, and I felt very relaxed. No wonder there were so , I thought to myself. Actually, I had originally wanted to ask my mother what was wrong with my father, what had happened between them that made her so heartbroken after watching a movie. However, I knew it wasn't the right time to ask today. Today's gains were already substantial, and it would be a huge loss . Everything needs moderation, like eating; you have to eat one bite at a time, one day at a time. If you try to eat a week's worth in one day, the consequences will be dire. I understood this principle well, so even though I was incredibly curious, I held back. For the sake of final victory, I had to continue striving. The clock struck twelve, and we realized how much time had passed. "Ah, it's so late! I'm sorry, Xiaofeng, for keeping Auntie company so late." "Oh, it's nothing! Didn't I ask Auntie to keep me company? How did it become 'keeping Auntie company'? Don't worry about it, Auntie." "Pfft, you're so good with words, Xiaofeng. Have you ever tasted honey?" "No, I'm just telling the truth." " Auntie understands. Then Auntie will take you home first." Seeing my mother say this, I panicked. Wasn't this the beginning of my cover-up? But thankfully, I had prepared...

I had already considered this possibility and had prepared many solutions for different situations.

"No need for that, Auntie, let me take you home."

"Hmm?"

"It's so late, it's dangerous for a beautiful woman like you to walk alone on the street."

"Pfft, you're talking nonsense again. Well then, let's part ways here."

"Oh, is that so? Auntie, do you not want me to know where you live?" I deliberately lowered my head,
sounding disappointed.

"No, Auntie is just worried that Xiaofeng will be too late going home, and your father will worry."

"Oh, I see. Then Auntie must take me to your house sometime!" I
said, feigning excitement.

"Okay, alright, be careful on your way home, go straight home and don't wander around."

"Okay, Auntie, be careful too, goodbye Auntie."

"Goodbye, Xiaofeng."

I turned and ran off, glancing at my mother out of the corner of my eye as I ran. I saw her
stand there for a while, then sigh and turn to leave. Why did she sigh? Was it because she saw my thoughtfulness
compared to her father's and felt disappointed? Or was it because she compared me to her own son and discovered a gap between us? Or perhaps she
had developed strange feelings for me and felt uneasy about her conscience? Only the mother involved knows the answers
.

I rushed home, and the first thing I did was remove the camera installed in my parents' bedroom. This thing, while it
could help me better monitor my mother's actions and send out the best information at the best time, was also
too risky. If she found out, and if she became suspicious of the previous coincidences and
connected them with the person I was pretending to be, then it would be a huge loss.

Although I knew the possibility of making that connection was almost zero, the most likely outcome was that she would come to me
and give a severe scolding, but now that I had come this far, I didn't
want to take any risks, because if it happened, all my efforts would be in vain, and I absolutely couldn't bear that outcome.

After doing everything, I went back to my room, turned off the light, and let my mother think that I had already gone to sleep. After
a while, I heard the door open, knowing Mom had come home. Judging by the sound, I felt her go into
her room and then come out again. Then I heard running water, which stopped after a while,
followed by the sound of the door closing.

Great, no washing machine! Looks like Mom hasn't washed her underwear yet, probably
because it's late and she's worried about disturbing the neighbors.

A little while later, I tiptoed out of the room and went to the bathroom. I found
Mom . I needed to confirm something. In the dim moonlight, I found
what I was looking for: a dried puddle of water. It seemed Mom had indeed become
aroused while we were together. Mom getting aroused when we were together—that was great news for me.

Everything seemed to be going according to plan. I looked out the window, thinking quietly. It seemed the time for the harvest
was approaching. Soon, with a little more effort, I would succeed. "Goodnight, Auntie,"
I texted Mom after returning to my bedroom.

"Goodnight, Xiaofeng." I received my mother's reply almost instantly. It seemed she had been
waiting for my message, but it was too late to message me first. What a lovely, silly woman. They say women in love have low IQs, so is my mother about to become like that? Even if she's strong, aloof, and superior
in front of me, she 's still so adorable and pitiful in front of the one she loves. In the following days, I frequently messaged my mother, telling her how much I missed her and how much I wanted to see her . At first, she just told me to focus on my studies and not to let her interfere with my studies, but after a few days, she replied that she missed me too. That night, naturally, we met again. I held my mother's hand as usual, and this time she held my hand naturally, without any discomfort. And the feeling wasn't that of an elder and a younger person, but completely like a boy in love holding a girl's hand. After walking until we were tired, we sat on a bench by the roadside. I finally asked my mother why she acted that way after watching that movie, and whether she and my uncle had had some disagreement. My mother frowned deeply, but still told me the reason. It turned out that she had heard rumors that my father was having an affair. At first, she didn't think much of it, but rumors, like fly droppings, always make people uncomfortable, and she couldn't bear hearing them repeatedly . Finally, one day, she couldn't help but ask my father. He was naturally very angry and denied it outright. However, for some reason, my mother was very impulsive that day and kept questioning him, saying things ." Finally, my father got angry, and after a big argument, he slammed the door and left, saying before he left, "If you want me to go out and find other women so badly, then go ahead and find some," and then he left. My mother cried a lot at home because of this. I was completely unaware of this whole thing. Only after asking did I learn that it happened while I was traveling. I asked Mom why she missed Uncle so much. How could Uncle do something to betray Aunt? Mom blushed and said it was because he always came very quickly during sex, making her feel like he was always , which was why she only got so little. After saying this, she buried her face in her clothes, still blushing. But Mom really misunderstood Dad. I do know a little about why Dad ejaculates so quickly . But don't get me wrong, Dad didn't tell me; I overheard it. I vaguely remember I was very young then. Mom wasn't home, and Dad's friend had invited him out to dinner. Dad, worried about leaving me home alone, naturally took me along. After a few drinks, they started talking about men's topics, completely disregarding my presence. Perhaps they thought I was too young to understand. I vaguely remember my uncle and father's conversation going like this: "Good brother, your wife is so beautiful, you'd better satisfy her, or you might end up cheating on her." "Are you looking for trouble? You know my fighting prowess, are you deliberately trying to provoke me? Besides, your sister-in-law isn't the kind of person you think she is."

"Oh, look how confident you are."

"Of course, haha."

"Haha."

Coming back to my senses, I looked at my mother and found that she had raised her head, her expression very forlorn. This was
her greatest pain, and I had personally dug it out. However, I would completely eliminate her pain by
replacing my father and becoming the most important man in her life. Then, all the previous pain would be nothing.

My mother was willing to tell me these things, which showed that she no longer saw me as a child, but
as a man, someone she could confide in.

Looking at my mother, I suddenly pulled her into my arms. My mother was clearly
startled .

"Xiaofeng, you—" my mother asked softly.

"Auntie, don't worry, Xiaofeng won't make you like the heroine in the movie. Even if Uncle
doesn't want you, Xiaofeng will always be with you, by your side. If you miss me, I'll come right
away , because you're my favorite person, so I won't let you be sad or cry. I want you
to always be happy." I said all this in one breath, and I seemed a little excited, but it was full
of sincerity.

"Xiaofeng, you—" After hearing my words, my mother's reply was clearly choked with emotion.

Moved by my words, I held her head with one hand and wrapped my other arm around her waist, pressing my
lips tightly against hers. I saw her eyes widen, then close them.

Seeing this, I knew what to do. My tongue touched her lips, and as I felt her mouth gradually
open, I thrust it into her mouth in one go. Our tongues intertwined tightly,
sucking on each other. My arms tightened around her, and suddenly I felt two arms embrace me; I
knew this was my mother's response.

Time passed, and our lips slowly parted. Looking into her watery
eyes and rosy cheeks... I said affectionately, "Auntie, I've liked
you since the first moment I saw you."

Mom didn't say anything, just smiled at me. We gazed at each other for a while, then Mom
suddenly said, "Oh, I'm sorry, Feng, I have something to attend to, so I'll have to go back now."

Before I could reply, she turned and left, looking so hurried and flustered,
almost as if she were running away.

"Auntie, please invite me to your house next time!" I
shouted .

"Okay," came Mom's reply from afar.

Watching Mom's retreating figure, I knew I had succeeded; I had almost won her
heart. Mom was afraid that staying with me any longer would lead her to do something even more outrageous, which was why she fled.
Traditional a conservative personality were preventing her from taking another step forward.

But I wasn't worried about that, because I was just waiting for an opportunity, a chance. Then,
many things would fall into place naturally. Once she took that step, Mom would never be able to turn back, and Dad
would truly lose this beautiful wife. Of course, I would avoid the terrible outcome of my parents' divorce.

But I remember my true purpose very clearly: winning over my mother and gaining her heart was only the first step. What

I really wanted to do was train my mother to be my sex slave, my meat toy.

"Hahaha—hahaha—" I laughed wildly at the empty street, my face contorted in a terrifying
grimace .

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This is a transitional chapter, mostly without explicit content, but it serves as a setup for the second sexual encounter,
making it more realistic and less abrupt. The next chapter will tell of an unexpected opportunity that led me to have sex with
my mother , this time while she was fully conscious. After this, my
relationship with my mother became more like that of real lovers.

This story will never involve cuckolding; it's purely a smut story. If you're expecting cuckolding,
you can skip this. If you really like cuckolding, I'll write another story, at least it won't
appear .

I've already outlined the general direction of this article. It's basically just for my own amusement, so if you all like it
, I'll keep updating it until the end. But please don't ask what will happen later, haha, otherwise it'll lose
a lot of the fun.

Finally, I hope you can tell me any ideas you have. If they might be useful later, I'll use them.
If not, they might be useful in other articles I'm starting.

Okay, that's enough rambling. I hope you all enjoy this article.

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