My mother's and my diary

That day, I had dinner with classmates, so I didn't get home until after midnight.

Afraid of waking my mother, I tried to keep my voice down as I entered.

Passing by her room, I gently pushed the half-open door open a crack and found her still awake, engrossed in a book on the edge of the bed with the bedside lamp on. She had her back to the door, so she didn't notice me. I then quietly went back to my own room.

Back in my room, I habitually opened my locked secret drawer.

"Ah!" I discovered that the things in my drawer had been disturbed. For a long time, I knew exactly where everything I put inside was.

Now, not only were the positions slightly off, but something seemed to be missing. I immediately checked, and oh no… my diary… it’s gone.

What I called a hidden compartment was just a large wooden box where I kept my personal belongings since I was little. In elementary school, it was filled with comic books, but after I started reading pornographic books in junior high, I locked it up and made a deal with my mother that she couldn’t look at my private collection.

Over the years, I kept changing the contents of my collection. In high school, I accidentally saw my mother changing clothes, and from then on, I became obsessed with my mother’s body. In addition to collecting a considerable number of incest novels, books, videotapes, CDs, and my mother’s sexy thongs, I also wrote my sexual fantasies about my mother in my diary.

At first, I was furious and wanted to storm into my mother's room to confront her about breaking her promise. But as I calmed down, I thought, since things have come to this point, any reaction from me would only make things more awkward between us. I decided to pretend I didn't know and observe my mother's reaction first.

So I left my room and tiptoed to my mother's bedroom door. The light shining through the crack in the door showed that she was still reading, probably my diary filled with sexual confessions to her. I then quietly walked to the living room, opened and closed the front door, letting it make a sound to indicate that I had returned.

Just as I slammed the door shut, I noticed the light in my mother's room suddenly go out. I was even more certain that she was secretly reading my diary, so I deliberately went to her room, opened the door, and softly called her name.

"Mom..."

My mother was pretending to be asleep and didn't respond. I thought to myself, the diary is probably still hidden under the blanket.

I quietly went back to my room to get a change of clothes and went to the bathroom to shower. I usually shower for about twenty minutes, but actually, I didn't shower after entering the bathroom. I wanted to give my mother time to put the diary back, because I guessed she was probably worried that I would find it missing after showering, and if we waited until tomorrow, it might be too late.

I turned on the tap, making the sound of running water, and deliberately hummed a song to indicate I was taking a shower, while actually peeking through the bathroom crack to observe my mother's room. A moment later, sure enough, my mother tiptoed out of her room, carrying my diary. Only after she left my room and went back inside did I leave the bathroom and return to my own. The first thing I did, of course, was to open the hidden drawer to check. Sure enough, it was back, clearly put in a hurry, and placed upside down.

I didn't sleep much that night, my mind racing, wondering how to handle this situation. Obviously, Mom would pretend nothing happened. Although I didn't write in my Oedipus diary every day, it had grown into a thick volume over the years, especially after I went to university, when my infatuation with my mother's mature body reached an uncontrollable level. So, the diary was filled with how I secretly admired her from behind, how I adored her full breasts and high buttocks, even peeping at her showering, changing clothes, and masturbating with her panties.

I figured she probably hadn't finished reading, so I made a assumption that she might come back to get it again when I wasn't looking. To prove this, I put a hair on the spine of the diary and locked the drawer. If the hair wasn't there the next day, it meant she had touched it again. Only after everything was arranged did I go to sleep. But before drifting off to sleep, I came up with another daring plan.

The next day, as usual, my mother woke me up. There was nothing particularly unusual, except that she clearly hadn't slept all night; her eyes were bloodshot, and she kept yawning. After washing up, I went out to school.

I'm an only child; my father passed away when I was young. My mother took over my father's garment business at the age of twenty-five. Although she had no shortage of suitors over the past ten years, she never remarried, probably because she was afraid I wouldn't like them. Perhaps because of her long-term managerial role, which required her to socialize, my mother has always taken excellent care of her health; she doesn't look like she's almost forty at all.

Perhaps because I never had any sisters growing up, I was particularly dependent on my mother, but I never expected it would eventually turn into a mother complex.

Because of what happened yesterday, I couldn't concentrate on my studies all day. In the afternoon, I called my mother's company as usual, but the staff said she wasn't there. I guess she wanted to finish reading her diary yesterday, so she didn't go to work.

In the evening, when I got home, my mother was cooking.

"Mom, are you alright? Why didn't you go to work today?"

"Oh…Mom…I wasn't feeling well today…so…" My mother sounded a little awkward.

After showering, I eagerly went back to my room and opened the drawer. Sure enough, the hair from the book spine had fallen out; Mom had indeed come to get it again. Besides that, I noticed something else: the panties I kept from my mother suddenly became shiny and neatly folded into a stack. I picked them up and saw they were still slightly warm, as if they'd just come out of the dryer.

"How come…?" My mother had clearly washed the panties and instinctively folded them neatly.

Could it be… she didn't object to me using her panties for masturbation, and even seemed to tacitly approve?

So I made up my mind and officially began my plan. That night, I wrote in my diary:

"Mom, I don't know why, but I couldn't concentrate on class today. I kept thinking about you. I'm going crazy. I want to possess you. Give them to me! Mom, I want you." After writing that, I put a hair on top and locked it.

The next day, I deliberately woke up earlier than my mother, then let my erect penis protrude from my underwear before covering it with the sheet. A little while later, my mother got up too, and as usual, she pulled back the covers to wake me. I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep, hearing my mother walk towards me step by step, and sure enough, she pulled back the sheet. I closed my eyes and imagined her expression. Time passed second by second, and my mother didn't make any further movement. Five minutes later, I finally couldn't resist peeking through my cracks and found my mother staring blankly at my penis as if possessed.

I thought, "I succeeded," but this couldn't go on forever, so I deliberately turned over, and my mother, as if waking from a dream, hurriedly covered herself with the sheet.

"Xiao...Xiao Jun...wake up." My mother's voice was as soft as a mosquito's buzz. I couldn't help but chuckle to myself; how could anyone wake up like that?

I finally pretended to be sleepy and rolled over to wake up.

"Mom...good morning!"

"...Good...time...to get up." She seemed a little dazed.

I deliberately reached out to pull back the sheet. My mother saw this and hurriedly turned around, looking incredibly awkward. I felt it was cruel to tease my beloved mother like this, so I quickly got dressed.

That evening, I made an excuse to stay until after eight o'clock to give my mother some time to look at my diary.

When I got back, my mother was taking a shower. I quickly went back to my room and opened the hidden drawer. Sure enough, my mother had read my new confession.

Then I discovered a style of panty I'd never seen before among those. My heart pounded. I picked it up and took a closer look, and wow… it was a pair of almost completely transparent black mesh panties! Could it be… a gift from my mom? I was so excited I almost jumped for joy.

Not only did my mother condone my actions, but she also provided financial support, which was utterly absurd. I calmed down and carefully checked again to see if my mother had left any other clues. Later, I found a note inside the cover of my diary:

"Xiao Jun, Mom is conflicted. I hope you see this note, but I don't want you to see it too soon.

Sigh... Please forgive Mom for not intending to read your diary. You've been refusing to tell Mom if you have a girlfriend. I was hoping to find some things like love letters or photos in your room, but I didn't expect...

Sigh! Mom was really shocked after reading your diary. I never imagined that you wouldn't have a girlfriend because you had a crush on Mom. Xiao Jun, Mom isn't..." Old-fashioned, having remained a widow for so many years, she has never remarried. Besides wanting to take care of you wholeheartedly, Mom also has a selfish reason: she wants to keep you by her side forever. You mentioned in your diary that you have a mother complex, but isn't Mom also bound to her son?

Mom's heart is so troubled, Xiao Jun. If you see this letter, please pretend you don't know for now, okay? Mom isn't mentally prepared. Sweet dreams!

"P.S. You like Mom's underwear, Mom is so happy. Don't feel guilty or think there's something wrong with you. I think all men like women's underwear. The ones you collected are all old, so Mom is giving you a newer pair that has only been worn once. I hope you like it."

Reading Mom's reply, my excitement was indescribable.

When I left the room, Mom hadn't finished showering.

"Mom, are you done? I'm going to shower!"

"Okay, okay!" Mom said, walking out of the bathroom. The clothes she was wearing almost made me unable to look away.

It turned out Mom was only wearing a thin vest and white thongs, and with the wet droplets on her body, she was almost completely transparent. Her nipples were clearly visible through her thin shirt, and her panties, soaked through at the crotch, revealed her dark pubic hair. This was the first time I'd ever seen her dressed like this.

"Xiao Jun... don't look..."

My mother's face was flushed, I couldn't tell if it was from embarrassment or the lingering heat from her shower, or perhaps both! Before entering the bathroom, I gave my mother a knowing smile. My mother had already begun to adjust herself.

As I took off my clothes in the bathroom and was about to throw them into the laundry basket, I suddenly noticed a bright green lace panty lying conspicuously on top. It was so obvious that I could see a puddle of milky-white, sticky substance in the middle of the fabric without even bending down. To determine if it was detergent, I picked it up and smelled it. A faint, fishy odor wafted up. I realized my mother must have masturbated before I came back.

That puddle was, in fact, her vaginal fluid. It seemed as if my mother was deliberately displaying it for me to see. At that moment, I was completely certain that the change in our mother-son relationship was already on the verge of collapse; it was just a matter of who would fire the first shot.

After returning to the room, I took out the diary again, wanting to leave a few more words to my mother, but I found another note in the folder,

which said:

"Xiaojun, Mom wants to borrow the video tape on the top shelf from you. You put it in the video recorder. I will come out to watch it at twelve o'clock in the evening. However, you have to promise me not to come out. You can take it back tomorrow morning."

I looked at the video tape on the top shelf. There was a bunch of incomprehensible Japanese written on it. The only obvious thing was the four characters of the title: "Mother and Son Rape."

I think this is the second step of my mother's adjustment. I want to first understand the situation of mother-son adultery.

At twelve o'clock, I saw the TV in the living room was turned on, and my mother came out to watch it. I thought it was better to follow her wishes and not disturb her!

But I couldn't resist sneaking open the door and peeking in. I saw my mother wasn't wearing a bra, just a white pair of panties, leaning against the sofa, her breasts prominently displayed as she intently watched the TV.

After watching for a while, I went back to my room to sleep. I don't know how long I slept, but when I woke up it was already past three o'clock, and the living room TV light was off.

I went to the bathroom and couldn't resist going into my mother's room.

Wow! My mother was lying naked on the bed, her panties pulled down to her knees, a thick patch of black pubic hair sticking wetly to her inner thighs as if it had been soaked in water.

I never expected this videotape to have such a powerful effect. Facing my mother's beautiful body, I was already uncontrollably aroused. My penis stood erect against my will, and I was constantly calculating how to proceed. Now that I had sex with my mother, I believed she wouldn't say anything. I stood in front of the bed for a long time, watching my mother's breasts rise and fall with her breath. I couldn't help but reach out and gently stroke my mother's nipple.

"Mmm..." My mother made a soft hum, but didn't wake up. I became bolder and placed my entire palm on my mother's breast, kneading and stroking it up and down.

"Mmm...mmm..." My mother just kept making comfortable moans, still not opening her eyes. I thought to myself, maybe I'm acting too soon; Mom's defenses aren't completely down yet. But since she's been pretending, I might as well go all out!

So I became even more unrestrained in my caresses, kneading her breasts with one hand and stroking her pubic hair with the other.

"Mmm...ah...mmm...mmm...ah..." Mom's voice became more and more lewd, almost making me unable to resist lifting her legs and thrusting my penis hard into her vagina.

"Ah...ah...no...no...ah..." As I inserted my fingers into Mom's vagina, she moaned like a baby, but she wouldn't open her eyes.

Okay, I changed my approach. I pulled down my mother's panties, spread her legs, and since the light was too dim to see clearly, I simply turned on the main light. Wow! My mother's labia were slowly dripping with vaginal fluid. I climbed onto the bed, pressed my face against my mother's vulva, and used my tongue to pry open the cleft, licking my mother's clitoris incessantly.

"Ah...ah...ah...good...good..." My mother finally couldn't help but say "good." So I worked even harder, using my tongue to tease her, and reached up with both hands to tightly grasp and knead her breasts.

Ten minutes later, Mom's body suddenly stiffened, her buttocks lifted up, then slammed down—she had climaxed. Her vagina trembled incessantly, each tremor releasing a gush of fluid, soon soaking the entire sheet.

Mom was satisfied, but I was in a terrible state; a burning desire still hadn't subsided. Finally, I reluctantly kissed Mom's lips and went back to my room to sleep.

I was awakened by some caresses. I checked my watch—7:00 AM. Looking down, I saw Mom sitting by the bed, one of her hands holding my penis.

"Xiao Jun...no...don't wake up...you...you're still dreaming, understand? You're having a sweet dream." I understood what my mother meant, so I closed my eyes again, letting her do as she pleased.

What a beautiful weekend morning!

My mother kept stroking my penis with her hand, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, teasing me until I almost couldn't resist picking her up and having sex with her.

After a while, I secretly opened my eyes and saw that my mother had closed her eyes instead, looking completely intoxicated. Then she rubbed her cheek against my penis, and finally I saw her slowly stick out her tongue and start licking the glans, then she opened her mouth and took my entire penis into her mouth.

Wow! What a comfortable feeling! My mother's mouth was like a suction cup, sucking up and down.

"Suck...suck..." The sounds of sucking continued from my mother's mouth.

A moment later, she took my testicles into her mouth, sucking in and out, left and right. After a few minutes, I couldn't hold back any longer. While my mother was sucking my penis again, I ejaculated into her mouth.

I heard a gulp as she swallowed it, then licked the area around my penis clean before turning and leaving.

When I got up, I found the diary lying open on the desk, and my mother had written a note on a new page.

"Yesterday's video was really good, but that mother and son were so foolish in the end. Nobody knew, so why did they commit suicide? All that talk about ethics and morality is just self-deception. Don't you think so? If I were that mother, I'd change my name, take my beloved son, and run away to somewhere no one knows me!"

"Mom's going to work. Come back early at noon; Mom has a birthday present for you."

It seems Mom's thinking is even more open-minded than mine; she's already planned her escape route, so I don't need to worry about anything.

But what is Mom up to? What present is she going to give me? I can't figure it out.

Finally, noon arrived, and I rushed home.

As I entered, I saw Mom's high heels; she'd come home early.

As I passed my mother's room, I saw a note on the door that read, "Xiao Jun, come in, the gift is in the room."

I pushed open the door and was startled to see a woman reclining inside, wearing a bikini-like top and bottom, looking at me with seductive eyes. For a moment, I thought my mother had found a woman for me, but upon closer inspection, this shapely beauty was none other than my mother.

My mother had put on makeup and styled her hair.

"Xiao Jun, don't you recognize your mother?"

"No... Mom... you... are so beautiful... so beautiful..." I stammered.

"Xiaojun, come here to Mom."

"Mom..."

"Xiaojun, do you like this lingerie? I bought it for you this morning!"

"Mom, I like it. I like anything Mom wears."

"Heh...you little devil...tell me...do you want Mom?"

"Want...want Mom what?" I didn't understand for a moment.

"Oh! Stop pretending, bullying Mom." Mom pouted and started acting coquettishly like a little girl.

"Mom, I really don't know! What gift are you going to give me?" I decided to tease her.

"Okay! You...want...Mom's...body?" Mom became bolder and bolder.

"I want it so badly."

"Then... what are you waiting for? Hurry up and... open your present!" Mom chided me again.

"Present... present? Where is it, Mom?"

"Silly, Mom is... is... your present."

I couldn't hold back any longer and rushed forward to hug Mom tightly, kissing her lips.

"Mmm..." Mom immediately put her tongue into my mouth and swirled it around.

My hands weren't idle either; through her semi-transparent bright red bra, I kneaded Mom's breasts.

"Mmm... mmm..." This kiss lasted for almost five minutes before I pulled away from Mom's lips.

"Xiao Jun... come... Mom wants you... to hug me..." Mom took the initiative to hug me tightly, kissing my entire face.

I slipped my hand inside my mother's panties, which were only held together by a ribbon, and stroked her pubic hair.

"Xiao Jun, come... smell it." My mother knelt up, wanting me to smell her genitals.

"Wow... smells so good..." A faint, sweet fragrance wafted in.

"Mom sprayed perfume especially for you!"

I then pushed my mother down again, lifted her legs, and bit open the ribbon of her panties. The panties fell to one side, exposing my mother's entire vulva. I took it into my mouth and continued to lick her labia and clitoris in the same way I had made her climax last night, before thrusting my tongue into her vagina.

"Ah... ah... so good... Xiao Jun... your tongue... so good... ah..." My mother moaned with pleasure again.

"Mmm...ah...Xiao Jun...my little husband...Mom...it feels so good...faster...Mom wants it...faster..." Mom was already somewhat lost in the moment.

I couldn't help but take off all my clothes, and when I finally took off my underwear, my penis sprang out.

"Ah...Jun...it's so thick...yesterday...it didn't seem this big..."

"Does Mom like it?" I guided it closer to Mom's vagina.

"I like it...Mom likes it...faster...come on...put it in...put it in the

vagina you've been fantasizing about for so many years, Mom's vagina..." My long-held fantasies had finally come true, and my excitement had reached my penis.

I gently rubbed the head of my penis back and forth against Mom's vagina, which was overflowing with lustful fluid.

"Good son...stop teasing Mom...put it in...put it in quickly..."

I took a deep breath and suppressed my desire. Ignoring her words, he continued rubbing against her vaginal opening.

"Xiao Jun... dear son... good son... no... good husband... Mom can't take it anymore... put it in... from now on... Mom will let you put it in every day... okay?... "

"Mom, you said it yourself! You can't back out!"

"Yes... it's what Mom wanted... I like it when my son puts it in... from now on... I'll let you... put it in every day..."

"Mom, don't say 'put it in,' say 'fuck,' it's more exciting."

"Okay... fuck... hurry up... fuck Mom... let Xiao Jun... your dear son fuck you..."

Seeing that it was almost over, I stopped teasing her.

With a "plop," my entire penis was inserted into my mother's vagina.

"Ah...it hurts...it hurts...gently...slowly...don't move...good son...Mom hasn't been penetrated...hasn't been done in over ten years, it's so tight inside...you have to be gentle..."

So I held back, leaving my penis still inside Mom's vagina, then lifted her upper body and sucked on her breasts. Mom's breasts seemed quite sensitive; even a light touch would cause her whole body to tremble. After a while...

"Jun...we can do it now...Mom's so wet down there...so itchy...let's do it..."

So I lifted Mom's legs onto my shoulders and started thrusting. So beautiful, so wonderful, Mom's body is truly a masterpiece.

"Ah...ah...so good...my dear son...Mom is so beautiful...so beautiful...you're fucking me so good...I regret...not reading your diary a day earlier...otherwise...I would have fucked you long ago..." "

Sizzle...sizzle...sizzle..." With my vigorous thrusting, the lustful fluids in Mom's vagina and Mom's moans made a beautiful sound.

"Mmm...mmm...ah...Xiao Jun...son...dear husband...Mom is yours now...so good...the feeling of incest is so exciting...Xiao Jun...what do you say...ah...how does it feel to fuck your own mother...is it beautiful...or not beautiful..."

"Mom...son feels so good...fucking your own mother...so good...how do you feel...being penetrated by your own son...with his penis...into the place that gave birth to him...?"

"So...beautiful...the beauty of flying to heaven...so exciting...ah...faster...fuck me again...I've wasted over ten years of my life...ah...husband...dear husband...Mom wants to marry you...okay...okay...ah...every day...I want you...to fuck my pussy...okay..."

"Mom... I don't want... I don't want you to marry me... We want to be mother and son forever... Mother and son having sex... Son having sex with mother... This feeling... is so good..."

"Ah... Yes... Yes... I don't want to marry... you... I don't want to call you husband... I want to call you my dear son... My dear son having sex with my dear mother... Oh... This is so good... Do it... son... my precious son... You're making me... almost die... I can't take it anymore... It's too exciting... Hurry... Charge... Mom's coming... Hurry... Come out with Mom... Ah... Ah..."

Mom let out a long cry, her body tensed up, and I immediately relaxed, ejaculating at the same time, shooting deep into Mom's vagina.

After Mom's vagina stopped contracting, I gently pulled out my penis. I could only see thin streams of fluid flowing from her vaginal opening as I withdrew.

My mother still had her eyes closed, enjoying the afterglow of her orgasm. I got up and picked her up.

"Good son, what are you trying to do!"

"Mom, I just wanted to take my gift back to my room," I teased her.

"Hmph...you're so naughty..." Mom said coquettishly, then let me hug her.

Back in the room, the two of us lay naked on the bed, caressing each other.

I think perhaps both of us harbored a hidden expectation of the pleasure of forbidden incest, a desire that, once the mask of worldly morality was torn away, would flow like a river bursting its banks.

I took out the hidden box and retrieved all the secret items. Since the secret was no longer a secret, I thought I'd let it become our shared secret! But Mom had a different opinion.

"Jun, Mom has thought it through. Our happiness lies in that secret pleasure. Once that secret is gone, and we're no longer interacting in the same way as before, it will lose its novelty over time. Besides, if we get used to being intimate, it will be hard for people to find out once we leave this house, because even the best disguise can't hide the desire in our eyes.

Mom is a company executive, and it's not good for people to suspect us too early. Mom wants you to promise that we won't change our usual lifestyle. Mom promises you... every day... Mom won't back out. But for a man, having sex every day isn't good for his health in the long run. Besides, Mom needs you forever, not just temporarily. Do you understand?"

"This... okay! I'll do whatever you say." I thought about what my mother said and realized it made sense.

"Also, you can leave your collection there for now! I'd like to see those books and videotapes too, so you can leave them on your desk. If you like my underwear, you can put them with the ones in my closet now. You can move them all over, and I can come to your room to change when I need to. Actually, I have some secret collections that you won't find, but don't worry, you'll see them one by one eventually. And isn't that more interesting? As for your diary, it's almost finished. I bought a new one. Wait a minute."

With that, my mother went back to her room and got a new diary. The design was quite exquisite, with the cover and back cover inlaid with beautifully grained teak. I could only see a heart carved on the cover, with the words "Intimate Diary" written on it.

"Starting today, let's use this diary to pass on our secrets, okay? Just put it on the desk, and Mom will leave you a message every day before going to work."

"Mom, I love you." I couldn't help but hug my mother and kiss her passionately.

"Xiao Jun, you have to keep our promise!"

"I will, Mom, I promise you, but..."

"But what?"

"Today doesn't count, starting tomorrow." After I finished speaking, I impatiently lifted my mother's legs, pressed them against her body, and raised my penis to insert it.

"Wait...wait a minute, Xiao Jun, don't rush! Come on, Mom has a suggestion." My mother said, getting up and taking out the "mother-son incest" videotape from my hidden compartment.

"Come here!" Mom gave me a playful, charming smile, then pulled my hand and led me out of the room into the living room. She put the videotape into the VCR and pressed the remote to start playing. From her many small gestures, the usually dignified, mature, and composed manager seemed to have suddenly transformed into a quirky and mischievous little woman.

I couldn't help but feel a little curious about her.

"Xiao Jun, let's watch it together, Mom wants to watch it again." We sat naked on the sofa. The videotape depicted an incestuous relationship between a mother and son that occurred during the month the husband was away on business abroad. It started with the son peeping at his mother while she showered and changed clothes. Then one night, while she was asleep, he raped her. During the rape, the mother, overcome with lust, took the initiative, actively cooperating with his thrusts and constantly changing positions, even teaching him sexual techniques.

At the beginning of the video, the mother was already stroking my penis, but her eyes remained fixed on the screen. When the video showed the mother turning over, kneeling on the bed, and raising her hips, asking her son to penetrate her from behind, the mother also got up and knelt on the sofa, raising her hips to reveal her hairy vulva.

"Come on, Xiao Jun, do it too."

I immediately understood, and with a "plop," I inserted my penis into my mother's vagina.

"Ah...ah...good...son...Mom feels so...comfortable...I guessed right...this position...is truly wonderful...ah...so stimulating..."

The mother on the TV screen moaned wildly, and my mother also cried out incessantly, their lewdness intertwined into an indescribable scene. This stimulation was truly extraordinary.

"Ah...ah...sizzle...sizzle...ah...ah...sizzle...sizzle..."

"Mom...you're so amazing...how...why did you come up with this...idea...so amazing...so good..."

Then the mother on the screen turned to the side, raising her right leg and placing it on her son, whose penis entered from the side.

"Mom...come..." I also changed positions, but the sofa wasn't wide enough, so I simply raised my mother's right leg directly on the floor.

With a "plop," I re-inserted into my mother's vagina.

"Ah...ah...um...Jun...this position...is so beautiful...ah...sizzle...sizzle...my dear son...I love it so much...good...I'm going to fuck you to death..."

"Mom...you're so good...so slutty...I like it...are you comfortable..."

"Ah...um...Mom feels good...Mom feels so good...it feels so good to be fucked by my dear son...faster...again..."

Because of the position, it wasn't suitable for rapid thrusting. Just then, the mother and son on the screen switched back to the normal position, and I promptly lifted my mother's other leg, placing both on my shoulders, and began to thrust violently.

"Okay... ah... Mom wants... son... Mom wants... fuck me... faster... faster... ah... ah..."

At this moment, following the TV drama, I picked up my mother and she wrapped her legs around my waist. I stood up and thrust into her vagina while she was suspended in the air.

"Ah... ah... sizzle... sizzle... dear son... the videotape wasn't... it wasn't lying... it feels so good... ah... Mom's vagina... almost... almost can't take it anymore... ah... God... son... Mom is flying... it feels like flying... ah... God... almost... almost coming... ah... ah... it's... coming... I'm giving it to you... dear son..."

Mom came, and I stopped thrusting. Mom's legs were still tightly wrapped around my waist. The mother and son on TV seemed to have finished earlier than us; the scene had changed.

"Good son, can you put Mom down now?" I gently put her down and gently withdrew my penis.

"Ah... gently... gently... um..." Her vagina was quite sensitive after her orgasm.

"Mom, was it good?"

"Jun, Mom felt great, thank you!" Mom kissed me.

"Mom, my little slutty mom, your moans are so exciting! I feel so satisfied."

"But you haven't ejaculated yet?"

"Mom, actually, my pleasure is in the process of having sex with you, not the end, you understand? Otherwise, I could just masturbate, why do I need sex?"

"Really? As long as you're truly satisfied."

"Mom, honestly, you really haven't had sex in over ten years? How do you have so many sexual ideas?"

"Silly boy! Why would Mom lie to you? Of course! Mom is doing business and socializing outside. There are always many big bosses pursuing me, but whenever I get close to those well-dressed men with greasy hair, no matter how much cologne they put on, I can always smell their stench. And no matter how they try to hide it, they can't hide their lecherous looks. Mom feels disgusted when she sees them, but for the sake of business, I still have to socialize with them. Sigh!"

"Mom, I'm really sorry for putting you through this." I kissed my mother's hair lovingly.

"Jun, for over ten years, Mom has relied on masturbation to satisfy her needs. However, only today did I fully realize that masturbation and real intercourse are worlds apart. You know what? It's not that Mom has a lot of ideas, it's just that Mom also relies on sexual fantasies to achieve orgasm."

"Oh! So... who do you usually fantasize about?"

"Oh dear! You little devil, why are you asking Mom this!" Mom started acting coquettish again.

"Tell me, I want to know." I also tried to tease her.

"Um... I can tell you... but... I'm scared... I'm scared..."

"Scared of what? Tell me, I promise I won't eat you."

"No... it's not that... it's just... sigh... okay... I originally wanted to keep a little secret, but never mind, maybe... maybe... it's fate... Okay, Xiao Jun, when I saw the contents of your diary, actually... actually, I wasn't shocked, but happy, so excited I didn't know what to do. Because... because when you were in junior high, one time I accidentally saw your... your penis, and I was shocked. I didn't expect you to be only fourteen, and that thing was already so big. I couldn't help but masturbate in my room."

"Mom... you mean... the object of your sexual fantasies is me... you're lying!"

"You're such an idiot. The first time you masturbated with my underwear, you ejaculated all over it and put it back without cleaning it properly. Didn't you notice that it was your own intimate clothing? And another time you slept in my underwear and forgot to take it off. When I woke you up in the morning, I found that the lace on the underwear was torn. The next day, you thought you had gotten away with it and put it back. You're such an idiot."

After her mother exposed her embarrassing moments from puberty, she was speechless.

"Mom initially thought it was just a natural phenomenon of puberty in boys. In the years that followed, I was busy with my career and didn't pay much attention. Even if a few pairs of underwear were missing occasionally, I didn't think much of it, assuming it would be fine after puberty. But after reading your diary that day, I realized that your love for me hadn't changed; in fact, it had become even stronger, and it rekindled my...sexual fantasies about you. Actually, ever since that time I fantasized about you raping me and had an orgasm, I've gotten used to you. I think about you all the time. If you don't believe me, I'll show you something, and you'll understand."

Mom said, stroking my penis again. "Until yesterday, it was the second time I saw your penis, and it's even thicker and bigger than it was in junior high." "

Mom, from now on, we won't need to masturbate anymore, right?"

"Of course, with a son who loves me so much, who's so... good at... penetration, I don't need to rely on my hands or fantasies to satisfy myself." Mom said, taking my penis into her mouth.

"Mom... wait... wait... what did you say you were going to show me?"

"Wait a minute." Mom released my penis and went into her room.

I usually only rummaged through the closet where Mom kept her bras and panties; I never knew she had so many secrets. A moment later, Mom came out, carrying three books.

"Sigh! Xiao Jun, we're a match made in heaven, guess what these are?"

I immediately guessed—a diary, Mom's diary... Could it be... Oh my god! Could such a thing be true?

"Xiao Jun, you've only written one book, but Mom has written three over the years. Don't you think we're a perfectly in sync?"

I randomly flipped to one of the books; the date was from my freshman year of college. It read:

"Xiao Jun, Mom came again last night. Your big, thick thing shoved hard into Mom's little hole. Oh, so beautiful. Mom so wished this wasn't a fantasy, but real..."

I then flipped to another, newer book, dated just last week, which read:

"Xiaojun, you said you don't have a girlfriend, but Mom doesn't believe you. You're such a good catch, Mom doesn't believe you don't have a girlfriend. Mom is so jealous, so reluctant to let you go. Mom loves you. Will you look down on Mom? Think Mom has psychological problems? Mom is so afraid you'll find out, but I also want you to know. Come and hug Mom! Mom loves you madly, Mom is willing to give you my body..." "I've already given it to you. I'm waiting for you. I really hope that one day you'll come in, take off your mother's clothes, and just like I've always wanted, use your penis to possess me, possess my mother, rape my mother, and insert it into my little hole..."

Reading this, I looked up at my mother. Her face was flushed, shy yet full of affection, her eyes alluring as she looked at my reaction. Our mother-son understanding had reached such a level that no more words were needed. I lifted my mother's chin, and she immediately closed her eyes. I kissed her moist, luscious lips.

"Mmm...sizzle...mmm...sizzle..."

My mother's tongue passionately entered my mouth and stirred, then she sucked my tongue into her mouth. Her hands and legs were tightly wrapped around my body.

"Mmm...mmm...mmm...huff..." Being kissed passionately by my mother was a completely different feeling from kissing her myself. I fully felt my mother's love and desire.

This kiss lasted for nearly ten minutes before my mother reluctantly pulled away from my lips, but it also reignited our desire.

We didn't say anything more. We exchanged a glance, and Mom rolled over and lay face down on the examination pillow, raising her buttocks and spreading her legs so I could see her pink vulva more clearly. It was so beautiful, so beautiful, a fresh and tender pinkish-white, unlike the dark and unsightly vulvas in pornographic pictures. Mom's pubic hair was soft, thick, and felt as comfortable as lush green grass. I lowered my head, mesmerized, to kiss and lick it. Just as Mom could no longer hold back, I held her full buttocks and, with a "plop," inserted my penis into her dripping vulva.

That day, my mother and I had sex repeatedly. She climaxed again and again. Because she told me it was my safe period, I recklessly ejaculated into her vagina, the scalding heat washing over her uterus, the place that had nurtured me. Her bold, lewd moans seemed never to cease, uttering every obscene word she knew. With my encouragement, it became even more lewd.

This woman, my own mother, my completely liberated sexual partner—I was certain in my heart that the ultimate sexual pleasure was all here. What more could I ask for than a celestial beauty?

Our sexual intercourse lasted until 10 PM. We were almost completely drained of our fluids; the sofa, the floor, and our bed were all stained with the marks of our debauchery. My bed was especially covered with pubic hair that had fallen out after our intense intercourse.

After having some snacks, we fell asleep in each other's arms.

The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes the next morning was a full, round bottom, wearing a tight pink thong that clung tightly to the bulging flesh in the middle, a deep slit forming in the center. "Oh…Mom…Good…Morning…" My mother was straddling me, sucking on my penis, which was how she woke me.

"Mmm…Good…child…mmm…" My mother said, then took it back into her mouth.

I let my mother do as she pleased, only reaching out to bring her ample buttocks towards my face, and starting to lick the slit through her panties.

"Mom...didn't you say...starting today...we'll go back to our normal way of getting along?"

"Mom forgot today is Sunday. From now on, Sundays are no longer on our promise. Holidays belong to us. Okay?" My mother rolled over and lay on top of me.

"Of course!" I couldn't be happier.

It was another beautiful morning, and we had another frenzied sexual encounter before eating breakfast.

We tidied up the house that day, and my mother moved all her underwear to my room. Then we played a game. My mother strung several long ropes in my room and called me out.

A while later, they called me in. As soon as I entered the room, I was captivated by the spectacular sight before me. My mother had hung up all her panties, one by one. I counted—at least a hundred different kinds, all brightly colored and sexy. My mother has so many quirky ideas, and this was just one of many ways she added spice to our relationship.

I learned from her that these were part of her company's business.

I only knew her company imported and exported garments, but I never imagined they included women's underwear. No wonder she had so many fancy lingerie pieces.

After my mother's explanation, I finally understood the huge difference between these few pieces of fabric. The underwear my mother wore was all high-quality material, ranging in price from hundreds to thousands of yuan per piece. The red bra she bought for me yesterday cost over eight thousand yuan! I curiously touched it repeatedly, comparing it with other similar underwear, and realized that the difference in feel was truly immense; no matter how much I rubbed it, it wouldn't wrinkle.

Actually, my mother had a hidden purpose in explaining all this to me, which I didn't discover until the next morning.

While introducing the underwear, my mother even acted as a model, wearing each piece for me to see. When she asked me to try on the texture, I was caressing her while feeling it myself. That feeling was truly intoxicating.

That day, apart from my mother constantly changing her panties and bras, we were almost completely naked together. My mother, afraid that I would get tired of looking at her body later, and also to maintain the seductive pleasure, always kept a set of underwear on. Actually, I quite agreed with my mother's view; the allure of being partially exposed is definitely more stimulating than being completely naked.

Later, my mother kept one set to wear, and put away the rest, folding them neatly one by one. The bras and panties were arranged in more than a dozen stacks and placed on my bookshelf. But what puzzled me was that she had numbered each stack with 1…2…3…4…5….. When I asked her why, she playfully only said two words, "Secret…Secret."

Before going to sleep, we had passionate sex again before going to our respective rooms.

The next day, we both kept our promise. After Mom woke me up, I went to work as usual.

After I finished washing up and was about to leave, I suddenly remembered my new secret with Mom…my diary. After Mom revealed her secret diary to me yesterday, she said:

"Jun, from now on, we'll use that new diary as our secret. Mom has promised you, every day... I'll give it to you... I'll give it to you... Oh! I can't say it! You understand, that's good. But Mom is also worried that you'll have sex with Mom every day, and your body won't be able to handle it. Women are different from men; if a man's sperm count is low, his energy won't be good either. Besides... Mom really enjoys the feeling of your warm semen entering Mom's body. From now on, every month Mom will write my menstrual cycle on your calendar. During my safe period, you can ejaculate without worry." Inside Mom's... little hole, but you'll need to wear a condom during ovulation. Mom can't get pregnant yet. In a few years, after Mom closes her business, we'll move far away from this city, and once everything is settled, Mom won't be afraid anymore, okay? But it's inconvenient for Mom to buy you condoms, so you'll have to buy them yourself, buy a lot and keep some on hand.

Mom leaves messages in our diaries every day; you'll know what to do when you read the messages."

Thinking of what Mom said, I quickly went back to my room and opened the diary on the table. On a new page, it read:

"Jun, for your health's sake, Mom has a challenge for you. From now on, Mom will leave you a riddle every day, like a treasure hunt. You'll have to solve the riddle according to the instructions in the message. Only if you solve it will Mom give you her body. If you can't solve it or the time is up, it doesn't count..."

Reading this, I truly admired my mother. Managing a company for so many years is no ordinary feat. She has many ideas, and they're always unexpected. More importantly, she makes our sex life incredibly exciting. I couldn't help but sigh, if every couple in the world had half of my mother's fun, how could there be any unhappy couples! To have a woman like my mother, what more could a husband ask for?

I continued reading.

"...Okay, today's riddle is—Northern Hemisphere, 75; Southern Hemisphere, 18—that's it, my dear son, go treasure hunting!"

Good heavens! What is this? North latitude? South latitude? East longitude? West longitude? But even if there are coordinates, there's no map like this! I racked my brains, still unable to figure it out when I left.

During my lunch break, I reviewed yesterday's events again, hoping to find some clues. Mom is so cunning, what kind of riddle is this!

Suddenly, I had an idea.

In the afternoon, I couldn't wait to go home and see Mom's masterpiece from yesterday—rows of bras and panties labeled with numbers. "Northern Hemisphere" refers to the bras on top, 75 is the fifth item in the seventh row, "Southern Hemisphere" refers to the panties on the bookshelf below, and 18 is the eighth item in the first row.

Sure enough, I first took out the fifth bra in the seventh row. Inside was a note that read:

"21:00"

The time has been found. Then I took out the eighth panty in the first row, an extremely provocative black lace panty. Inside was also a note that read:

"Do you like this panty? Mom will wear it for you. Kitchen."

Mom wants me to bring this panty to the kitchen at nine o'clock tonight.

When Mom came home, I pretended to be anxious, glancing at her for help every now and then at the dinner table. Mom still didn't break her promise, but while clearing the dishes, she gently pinched my nose and said, "Silly!"

Finally, it was almost nine o'clock. I saw Mom go into the kitchen, put the briefs in her pocket, and then follow her in. As soon as I entered the kitchen, I said, "Mom, I'm so hungry, is there anything to eat?"

I saw the joy on Mom's face when she saw me go in turn turn into disappointment.

"Okay, you wait outside, I'll cook something for you." Mom's voice even sounded very frustrated. Just as Mom turned around to turn on the stove, I took out the panties, hugged her from behind, and showed them to her.

"Oh! You teased your mother...you deliberately teased me...you're so naughty..." Mom said with a delighted and coquettish tone.

"Mom, you're so clever, how could your son be stupid!"

"Jun...Mom has faith in you, but...you're so naughty! You teased me all night, making me worry."

"Who told you to give such a strange question? Okay, you keep your word!" I handed the panties to Mom.

Mom then took off her clothes one by one in front of me, and put on the black lace panties.

After a period of caressing, I turned my mother around, pulled her panties down to her thighs, spread her legs, and, holding my penis, inserted it into her vagina from behind with a "plop".

"Ah...my dear son...Mom loves you so much...so smart...no wonder you're...ah...you're Mom's biological son...mmm...do it...the mystery is solved...Mom is...my dear son's...pussy...ah...pussy is so beautiful...ah...my dear son...your penis is so thick...so long...ah...it's inside...ah...you're making Mom feel so good...ah...ah...do it...do it hard on Mom...Mom loves it when you do it to me..."

After a while, we changed from standing to Mom kneeling on the floor tiles. After a while, I carried Mom to the sink and thrust hard.

In this way, Mom and I completed another sexual intercourse full of fun and pleasure.

Before bed, I was filled with anticipation, looking forward to another climax the next day.

It was in this challenging and exciting atmosphere that my son and I enjoyed making love every day.

Of course, it wasn't like that every day. Sometimes when she wasn't feeling well or was too tired from work, although she would still test me as promised, I would pretend I couldn't guess the answers so she could rest. My mother, of course, understood and was touched by my tenderness and consideration. The deep love between us, mother and son, had long since transcended the typical romantic love between a man and a woman.

However, I truly admire my mother's endless stream of ideas; sometimes simple, sometimes difficult, but she always puts in a lot of effort to add spice to life. For example, once she only wrote "ice" in her diary. I found an ice cube tray in the freezer, melted all the small ice cubes inside, and found a note written in an oil-based pen in one of the cubes. It read:

"These ice cubes aren't enough to extinguish the burning desire between mother and son. Mom needs you. 10 PM, Mom will be waiting for you in the room."

A more difficult instance made me quite applaud. For example, once my mother wrote in her diary:

"x-1023
00:56:38".

I was completely baffled. What does x-1023 mean? Is 00:56:38 a time? 12:56:38 AM? Impossible. I still have to decipher x-1023 first.

I eventually found a videotape titled "Adulterous Mother" among a pile of videotapes on my bookshelf, drawn by the word "x." The tape's number was x-1023, so 00:56:38 must be the playback time. I rewound the tape and sped it up. The numbers on the tape spun rapidly until I paused at 00:56:38. The subtitle on the screen read:

"After dinner, Mom is waiting for you in the room. Come on!"

It was a scene in the video where the mother was proposing to her son.

These kinds of puzzle games made me feel willing to solve them even if I couldn't, and the pleasure after solving them was even greater.

There was even a time when I solved the puzzle right before the time was up. That time, my mother's message only contained the two letters "pc." Naturally, I immediately thought of a computer, so as soon as I got home, I turned on the computer to look for the answer. However, after searching through all the erotic pictures and articles I had collected, I still couldn't find it. Then I thought of searching by date; perhaps my mother had created a new text file and hidden it in that directory. So I locked the dates to the most recent days, but I was afraid my mother would change the dates after typing it.

Finally, I found one, but it was a directory, not a file, named "myde." I excitedly opened it, only to find a bunch of subdirectories starting with "a." After looking through them all, I realized that only the "ars" directory had anything; the others were empty. I thought to myself, my mother must have created countless layers of subdirectories, but the answer was finally about to appear. I finally opened the last directory called irty, and there was a text file inside.

I finally cracked it, but when I opened the text file, I saw the words:

"Good luck! Almost there!"

Good heavens! What is this?!

I tried again to find clues, but still to no avail. I couldn't help but curse Microsoft's Win95 system. I jumped to DOS and searched again. After going through each directory one by one without finding anything, I suddenly noticed a string of text on the screen:

c:mydearsonmomwantyoufuckmeinbathroomatseven-thirty.

A thought struck me. I copied it down and went back to Win95, because Win95 allows you to set the case of directories, but you can't see that in DOS. So I put all the entries together, and the result was:

c:mydearsonmomwantyoufuckmeinbathroomats7-3irty

. Separating them, it became:

my dear son. mom want you fuck me in the bathroom, at seven-thirty.

Genius! Mom is truly a genius.

Just then, I realized it was exactly 7:30. Mom had playfully patted my head and said

"Go for it!" before going in.

I immediately stripped off my clothes, pushed open the bathroom door, and found Mom sitting fully clothed beside the bathtub, smiling at me.

"Fun, isn't it!" Mom said mischievously.

"Mom, you little devil!" I picked her up and started undressing her.

"Child, would you help Mom take a bath?"

"Okay!" After I undressed my mother, I started lathering her entire body with soap, and then I also lathered my erect penis with soap.

After I finished lathering, without saying a word, I held my mother's plump buttocks and inserted my penis into her vagina from behind, and began to thrust.

"Ah... um... ah..." My mother held onto the bathtub with both hands, and occasionally turned her head, looking at me affectionately with seductive eyes.

"Ah... Jun... good son... are you... helping Mom wash... bathe... or washing Mom's pussy like this..." After only a few thrusts, lots of foam came out of Mom's pussy with each in-and-out motion, and soon our genitals were almost completely covered in soap bubbles.

"Ah... Jun... is it okay?... Mom... is ready... ready... ah..."

I understood what Mom meant; we had seen this scene together in a novel.

The son, in the bathroom, used a soap-covered penis to insert into Mom's anus for anal sex.

I knew Mom had been eager to try it, wanting to know what it felt like.

"Mom, you have to be patient!" Mom wanted to give me her anus, perhaps as another way of expressing love. Every woman wants to give her first time to the person she loves most.

I pulled my penis out of her vagina and lifted it up, gently pressing it against her anus.

"Coming... Mom..." I used the head of my penis, lubricated by the soap, to gently push it in.

"Ah... It hurts... It hurts so much... Stop... Stop for a moment..." Mom screamed in pain.

I stopped immediately, but actually only the head of my penis went in.

"Mom, seeing how uncomfortable you are, let's not do it anymore, okay?" I said, about to pull out.

"No...good son...it's okay...it's just like a girl's first time...it'll be over in a bit...besides...Mom really wants to give her first time...and every time after that...to my most beloved son...take your time...Mom will be patient...come on...slowly push it in again..."

Okay! Since Mom said so, I slowly pushed forward again.

"Hmm...ah...ah...gently...gently..." Mom was trying her best to endure.

I thought to myself, maybe this is like tearing a Salonpas, the slower you tear, the more painful it is, so I pushed hard without thinking.

"Ah...Jun...you're bad..." My penis was completely inside Mom's anus.

This feeling of being tightly surrounded by flesh walls is really very comfortable. A little while later…

“Jun…Mom finally gave you her first time…Mom will always be yours…Are you comfortable?”

“Mom, I feel very comfortable, but I don’t want you to suffer like this.”

“No…Come on…Try thrusting…Mom’s a little itchy down there…”

So I started thrusting.

“Hmm…Hmm…Mom…I’m starting to feel it…Ah…A little numb…But…Ah…It feels good…Ah…Strange…Son…Your penis is inside Mom’s ass…But…Mom’s vagina…Feels so good…Ah…”

As I thrust in and out, I inserted my fingers into my mother's vagina, kneading her clitoris.

"Ah...so...so beautiful...good son...this feeling...is so stimulating...oh my god...Jun...Mom...both of my holes...you've fucked them all...ah...ah...son...dear son...Mom's going crazy...you're so good...you're so good at fucking..."

After thrusting for a while, I suddenly pulled out and then inserted my fingers into my mother's vagina again.

"Ah... Jun... don't you like Mom's... new pussy...?"

"Mom... I love it to death... but you have two pussy now... I have to feed both... it's fair..."

"Ah... um... you really are my dear son... Mom loves you... dear mother loves dear son... no... no... it's dear mother's... pussy loves dear son's cock inside... ah... ah... so beautiful..."

My penis moved back and forth between the two pussy holes, sometimes inside the top, sometimes inside the bottom. I fucked Mom until she almost fainted.

Finally, I thrust with all my might and ejaculated into Mom's vagina.

"Ah... I'm coming... Mom gave it to you..." Mom also reached orgasm at the same time.

Our sex life, thanks to my mother's meticulous efforts in creating spice, has become increasingly sweet rather than tedious. Because of this careful adjustment, even when we go out together, nothing seems amiss. My mother often praises me after we return, making it easy for me to have sex with her without needing to figure it out.

We have no plans to elope and get married. Firstly, our tacit understanding has prevented any suspicion, and secondly, my mother says that once we're married, we'll no longer be mother and son, but husband and wife. We both enjoy the thrill of incestuous sex, which defies societal norms. Therefore, having sex under the guise of mother and son is more exciting than a marital relationship. We both love this thrill, and we both have incestuous blood flowing through our veins.

Later, during summer vacation, we planned a month-long trip. As for this trip, how we had wild sex on the beach at a famous scenic spot in Taiwan at night, how I lifted my mother's skirt and penetrated her in a train toilet during a certain off-peak hour, and how we left traces of our mother-son love in various hotels and guesthouses—that's another story…

That day, I had dinner with classmates, so I didn't get home until after midnight.

Afraid of waking my mother, I tried to keep my voice down when I entered.

Passing by my mother's room, I gently pushed the half-open door open a crack and found that she wasn't asleep yet, sitting engrossed in reading on the edge of the bed with the bedside lamp on. She had her back to the door, so she didn't notice me. I quietly went back to my room.

Once inside, I habitually opened my locked secret drawer.

"Ah!" I discovered that the things in my drawer had been disturbed. For a long time, I knew exactly where everything I put inside was.

Now, not only were the positions different, but something seemed to be missing. I immediately checked—oh no… my diary… was gone.

My so-called secret drawer was just a large wooden box I'd kept as a personal item since childhood. In elementary school, it held comic books, but after I started reading pornographic books in middle school, I locked it and made a deal with my mother that she couldn't look at my personal collection.

Over the years, I constantly changed the contents of my collection. After high school, I accidentally saw my mother changing clothes, and from then on

, I became obsessed with her body. Besides collecting a considerable number of incest novels, books, videotapes, DVDs, and my mother's sexy thongs, I also wrote my sexual fantasies about her in my diary. At first, I was furious and wanted to storm into my mother's room to confront her about breaking her promise. But as I calmed down, I thought, since things have come to this, any reaction from me would only make our relationship more awkward. I decided to pretend I didn't know and observe my mother's reaction first.

So I left the room and tiptoed to my mother's door. The light shining through the crack in the door told me she was still reading, probably my diary filled with sexual confessions to her. I quietly walked to the living room, opening and closing the front door to let it make a sound, indicating my return.

Just as I slammed the door shut, I noticed the light in my mother's room suddenly go out. I was even more certain that my mother was secretly reading my diary, so I deliberately went to her room, opened the door, and softly called her name.

"Mom..."

My mother was pretending to be asleep and didn't respond. I thought to myself, the diary is probably still hidden under the blanket.

I quietly went back to my room to get a change of clothes and then went to the bathroom to shower. My showers usually take about twenty minutes, but actually, I didn't shower immediately. I wanted to give my mom time to put the diary back, because I guessed she was worried I'd find it missing after my shower, and it might be too late by tomorrow.

I turned on the tap to make the water run and deliberately hummed a song to indicate I was showering, but actually, I was peeking through the bathroom window at my mom's room. A moment later, sure enough, my mom tiptoed out of her room, carrying my diary. Only after she came out of my room and went back to her own did I leave the bathroom and return to my own room. The first thing I did, of course, was to check the hidden drawer. Sure enough, it was back, obviously put in a hurry,

and even its place was upside down. I didn't sleep much that night, my mind racing, trying to figure out how to handle this. Obviously, Mom would pretend nothing had happened, and although I didn't write in my Oedipus diary every day, it had become quite thick over the years. Especially after I went to university, my infatuation with my mother's mature body had reached an uncontrollable level. So, what I wrote in the diary was all about how I secretly admired my mother from behind, how I adored her full breasts, her high buttocks, even peeping at her showering, changing clothes, and masturbating with her panties, etc.

I thought she probably hadn't finished reading it yet, so I made a assumption that she might come back to get it again when I wasn't looking. To prove it, I placed a hair on the spine of my diary and locked the drawer. If the hair wasn't there the next day, it meant she had come back to touch it. I only went to sleep after everything was arranged. But before drifting off to sleep, I came up with another daring plan.

The next day, as usual, my mother woke me up. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, except that she clearly hadn't slept all night; her eyes were bloodshot, and she kept yawning. After washing up, I went to school.

I'm an only child. My father passed away when I was young, and my mother took over his clothing business at the age of twenty-five. Although she had no shortage of suitors over the past decade, she never remarried, probably because she was afraid I wouldn't like them. Perhaps due to her long-term managerial role and the need to socialize, she has always maintained her health very well; she doesn't look almost forty at all.

Perhaps because I never had any sisters growing up, I'm particularly dependent on my mother, but I never expected it would eventually turn into a mother complex.

Because of what happened yesterday, I couldn't concentrate on my classes all day. In the afternoon, I called my mother's company as usual, but they said she wasn't there. I think she probably wanted to finish reading the diary she hadn't finished yesterday, so she didn't go to work.

In the evening, when I got home, my mother was cooking.

"Mom, are you alright? Why didn't you go to the office today?"

"Oh…Mom…I wasn't feeling well today…so…" My mother seemed a little uneasy.

After showering, I eagerly went back to my room and opened the drawer. Sure enough, the hair from the book spine had fallen out; Mom had indeed come to get it again. Besides that, I noticed something else: the panties I kept from my mother suddenly became shiny, and they were neatly folded and stacked. I picked them up; they were still slightly warm, as if they had just been taken out of the dryer.

"How come..." Mom had obviously washed all those panties, and unconsciously folded them neatly using a woman's instinct.

Could it be… that she doesn't object to me using her panties to masturbate, and even seems to tacitly approve?

So I made up my mind and officially began my plan. That night, I wrote in my diary:

"Mom, I don't know why, but I couldn't concentrate on class today. I kept thinking about you. I'm going crazy. I want to possess you. Give it to me! Mom, I want you." After writing it, I put a hair on the diary and locked it.

The next day, I deliberately woke up earlier than my mother, then let my erect penis protrude from my underwear, and covered it with the sheet. After a while, my mother also got up, and as usual, she lifted my blanket to wake me. I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep, hearing my mother walk towards me step by step, and then, sure enough, she pulled off my sheet. I closed my eyes and imagined her expression at that moment. Time ticked by, and Mom didn't make a move. Five minutes passed, and I finally couldn't resist peeking through my cracks. I found her staring blankly at my penis as if possessed.

I thought, "Success!" But this couldn't go on forever, so I deliberately rolled over. Mom seemed to wake up from a dream and hurriedly pulled the sheet over herself.

"Xiao...Xiao Jun...wake up." Mom's voice was as soft as a mosquito's buzz. I couldn't help but chuckle to myself; how could anyone wake up like that?

In the end, I pretended to be sleepy and rolled over to wake up.

"Mom...good morning!"

"...Good...time...to get up." She seemed still not quite there.

I deliberately lifted the sheet, and when Mom saw me do this, she hurriedly turned around, looking incredibly awkward. I felt it was cruel to tease my beloved mother like this, so I quickly put my clothes back on.

That evening, I made an excuse to stay until after 8 PM to give Mom some time to look at my diary.

When I got back, Mom was taking a shower. I quickly went back to my room and opened the hidden drawer. Sure enough, Mom had read my new confession.

I also noticed a style of panty I'd never seen before. My heart pounded. I picked it up and looked at it closely—wow… it was an almost completely transparent black mesh panty! Could it be… a gift from Mom? I was so excited I almost jumped for joy.

Not only did my mother condone my actions, but she also provided financial support, which was utterly absurd. I calmed down and carefully checked again to see if my mother had left any other clues. Later, I found a note inside the cover of my diary:

"Xiao Jun, Mom is conflicted. I hope you see this note, but I don't want you to see it too soon.

Sigh... Please forgive Mom for not intending to read your diary. You've been refusing to tell Mom if you have a girlfriend. I was hoping to find some things like love letters or photos in your room, but I didn't expect...

Sigh! Mom was really shocked after reading your diary. I never imagined that you wouldn't have a girlfriend because you had a crush on Mom. Xiao Jun, Mom isn't..." Old-fashioned, having remained a widow for so many years, she has never remarried. Besides wanting to take care of you wholeheartedly, Mom also has a selfish reason: she wants to keep you by her side forever. You mentioned in your diary that you have a mother complex, but isn't Mom also bound to her son?

Mom's heart is so troubled, Xiao Jun. If you see this letter, please pretend you don't know for now, okay? Mom isn't mentally prepared. Sweet dreams!

"P.S. You like Mom's underwear, Mom is so happy. Don't feel guilty or think there's something wrong with you. I think all men like women's underwear. The ones you collected are all old, so Mom is giving you a newer pair that has only been worn once. I hope you like it."

Reading Mom's reply, my excitement was indescribable.

When I left the room, Mom hadn't finished showering.

"Mom, are you done? I'm going to shower!"

"Okay, okay!" Mom said, walking out of the bathroom. The clothes she was wearing almost made me unable to look away.

It turned out Mom was only wearing a thin vest and white thongs, and with the wet droplets on her body, she was almost completely transparent. Her nipples were clearly visible through her thin shirt, and her panties, soaked through at the crotch, revealed her dark pubic hair. This was the first time I'd ever seen her dressed like this.

"Xiao Jun... don't look..."

My mother's face was flushed, I couldn't tell if it was from embarrassment or the lingering heat from her shower, or perhaps both! Before entering the bathroom, I gave my mother a knowing smile. My mother had already begun to adjust herself.

As I took off my clothes in the bathroom and was about to throw them into the laundry basket, I suddenly noticed a bright green lace panty lying conspicuously on top. It was so obvious that I could see a puddle of milky-white, sticky substance in the middle of the fabric without even bending down. To determine if it was detergent, I picked it up and smelled it. A faint, fishy odor wafted up. I realized my mother must have masturbated before I came back.

That puddle was, in fact, her vaginal fluid. It seemed as if my mother was deliberately displaying it for me to see. At that moment, I was completely certain that the change in our mother-son relationship was already on the verge of collapse; it was just a matter of who would fire the first shot.

After returning to the room, I took out the diary again, wanting to leave a few more words to my mother, but I found another note in the folder,

which said:

"Xiaojun, Mom wants to borrow the video tape on the top shelf from you. You put it in the video recorder. I will come out to watch it at twelve o'clock in the evening. However, you have to promise me not to come out. You can take it back tomorrow morning."

I looked at the video tape on the top shelf. There was a bunch of incomprehensible Japanese written on it. The only obvious thing was the four characters of the title: "Mother and Son Rape."

I think this is the second step of my mother's adjustment. I want to first understand the situation of mother-son adultery.

At twelve o'clock, I saw the TV in the living room was turned on, and my mother came out to watch it. I thought it was better to follow her wishes and not disturb her!

But I couldn't resist sneaking open the door and peeking in. I saw my mother wasn't wearing a bra, just a white pair of panties, leaning against the sofa, her breasts prominently displayed as she intently watched the TV.

After watching for a while, I went back to my room to sleep. I don't know how long I slept, but when I woke up it was already past three o'clock, and the living room TV light was off.

I went to the bathroom and couldn't resist going into my mother's room.

Wow! My mother was lying naked on the bed, her panties pulled down to her knees, a thick patch of black pubic hair sticking wetly to her inner thighs as if it had been soaked in water.

I never expected this videotape to have such a powerful effect. Facing my mother's beautiful body, I was already uncontrollably aroused. My penis stood erect against my will, and I was constantly calculating how to proceed. Now that I had sex with my mother, I believed she wouldn't say anything. I stood in front of the bed for a long time, watching my mother's breasts rise and fall with her breath. I couldn't help but reach out and gently stroke my mother's nipple.

"Mmm..." My mother made a soft hum, but didn't wake up. I became bolder and placed my entire palm on my mother's breast, kneading and stroking it up and down.

"Mmm...mmm..." My mother just kept making comfortable moans, still not opening her eyes. I thought to myself, maybe I'm acting too soon; Mom's defenses aren't completely down yet. But since she's been pretending, I might as well go all out!

So I became even more unrestrained in my caresses, kneading her breasts with one hand and stroking her pubic hair with the other.

"Mmm...ah...mmm...mmm...ah..." Mom's voice became more and more lewd, almost making me unable to resist lifting her legs and thrusting my penis hard into her vagina.

"Ah...ah...no...no...ah..." As I inserted my fingers into Mom's vagina, she moaned like a baby, but she wouldn't open her eyes.

Okay, I changed my approach. I pulled down my mother's panties, spread her legs, and since the light was too dim to see clearly, I simply turned on the main light. Wow! My mother's labia were slowly dripping with vaginal fluid. I climbed onto the bed, pressed my face against my mother's vulva, and used my tongue to pry open the cleft, licking my mother's clitoris incessantly.

"Ah...ah...ah...good...good..." My mother finally couldn't help but say "good." So I worked even harder, using my tongue to tease her, and reached up with both hands to tightly grasp and knead her breasts.

Ten minutes later, Mom's body suddenly stiffened, her buttocks lifted up, then slammed down—she had climaxed. Her vagina trembled incessantly, each tremor releasing a gush of fluid, soon soaking the entire sheet.

Mom was satisfied, but I was in a terrible state; a burning desire still hadn't subsided. Finally, I reluctantly kissed Mom's lips and went back to my room to sleep.

I was awakened by some caresses. I checked my watch—7:00 AM. Looking down, I saw Mom sitting by the bed, one of her hands holding my penis.

"Xiao Jun...no...don't wake up...you...you're still dreaming, understand? You're having a sweet dream." I understood what my mother meant, so I closed my eyes again, letting her do as she pleased.

What a beautiful weekend morning!

My mother kept stroking my penis with her hand, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, teasing me until I almost couldn't resist picking her up and having sex with her.

After a while, I secretly opened my eyes and saw that my mother had closed her eyes instead, looking completely intoxicated. Then she rubbed her cheek against my penis, and finally I saw her slowly stick out her tongue and start licking the glans, then she opened her mouth and took my entire penis into her mouth.

Wow! What a comfortable feeling! My mother's mouth was like a suction cup, sucking up and down.

"Suck...suck..." The sounds of sucking continued from my mother's mouth.

A moment later, she took my testicles into her mouth, sucking in and out, left and right. After a few minutes, I couldn't hold back any longer. While my mother was sucking my penis again, I ejaculated into her mouth.

I heard a gulp as she swallowed it, then licked the area around my penis clean before turning and leaving.

When I got up, I found the diary lying open on the desk, and my mother had written a note on a new page.

"Yesterday's video was really good, but that mother and son were so foolish in the end. Nobody knew, so why did they commit suicide? All that talk about ethics and morality is just self-deception. Don't you think so? If I were that mother, I'd change my name, take my beloved son, and run away to somewhere no one knows me!"

"Mom's going to work. Come back early at noon; Mom has a birthday present for you."

It seems Mom's thinking is even more open-minded than mine; she's already planned her escape route, so I don't need to worry about anything.

But what is Mom up to? What present is she going to give me? I can't figure it out.

Finally, noon arrived, and I rushed home.

As I entered, I saw Mom's high heels; she'd come home early.

As I passed my mother's room, I saw a note on the door that read, "Xiao Jun, come in, the gift is in the room."

I pushed open the door and was startled to see a woman reclining inside, wearing a bikini-like top and bottom, looking at me with seductive eyes. For a moment, I thought my mother had found a woman for me, but upon closer inspection, this shapely beauty was none other than my mother.

My mother had put on makeup and styled her hair.

"Xiao Jun, don't you recognize your mother?"

"No... Mom... you... are so beautiful... so beautiful..." I stammered.

"Xiaojun, come here to Mom."

"Mom..."

"Xiaojun, do you like this lingerie? I bought it for you this morning!"

"Mom, I like it. I like anything Mom wears."

"Heh...you little devil...tell me...do you want Mom?"

"Want...want Mom what?" I didn't understand for a moment.

"Oh! Stop pretending, bullying Mom." Mom pouted and started acting coquettishly like a little girl.

"Mom, I really don't know! What gift are you going to give me?" I decided to tease her.

"Okay! You...want...Mom's...body?" Mom became bolder and bolder.

"I want it so badly."

"Then... what are you waiting for? Hurry up and... open your present!" Mom chided me again.

"Present... present? Where is it, Mom?"

"Silly, Mom is... is... your present."

I couldn't hold back any longer and rushed forward to hug Mom tightly, kissing her lips.

"Mmm..." Mom immediately put her tongue into my mouth and swirled it around.

My hands weren't idle either; through her semi-transparent bright red bra, I kneaded Mom's breasts.

"Mmm... mmm..." This kiss lasted for almost five minutes before I pulled away from Mom's lips.

"Xiao Jun... come... Mom wants you... to hug me..." Mom took the initiative to hug me tightly, kissing my entire face.

I slipped my hand inside my mother's panties, which were only held together by a ribbon, and stroked her pubic hair.

"Xiao Jun, come... smell it." My mother knelt up, wanting me to smell her genitals.

"Wow... smells so good..." A faint, sweet fragrance wafted in.

"Mom sprayed perfume especially for you!"

I then pushed my mother down again, lifted her legs, and bit open the ribbon of her panties. The panties fell to one side, exposing my mother's entire vulva. I took it into my mouth and continued to lick her labia and clitoris in the same way I had made her climax last night, before thrusting my tongue into her vagina.

"Ah... ah... so good... Xiao Jun... your tongue... so good... ah..." My mother moaned with pleasure again.

"Mmm...ah...Xiao Jun...my little husband...Mom...it feels so good...faster...Mom wants it...faster..." Mom was already somewhat lost in the moment.

I couldn't help but take off all my clothes, and when I finally took off my underwear, my penis sprang out.

"Ah...Jun...it's so thick...yesterday...it didn't seem this big..."

"Does Mom like it?" I guided it closer to Mom's vagina.

"I like it...Mom likes it...faster...come on...put it in...put it in the

vagina you've been fantasizing about for so many years, Mom's vagina..." My long-held fantasies had finally come true, and my excitement had reached my penis.

I gently rubbed the head of my penis back and forth against Mom's vagina, which was overflowing with lustful fluid.

"Good son...stop teasing Mom...put it in...put it in quickly..."

I took a deep breath and suppressed my desire. Ignoring her words, he continued rubbing against her vaginal opening.

"Xiao Jun... dear son... good son... no... good husband... Mom can't take it anymore... put it in... from now on... Mom will let you put it in every day... okay?... "

"Mom, you said it yourself! You can't back out!"

"Yes... it's what Mom wanted... I like it when my son puts it in... from now on... I'll let you... put it in every day..."

"Mom, don't say 'put it in,' say 'fuck,' it's more exciting."

"Okay... fuck... hurry up... fuck Mom... let Xiao Jun... your dear son fuck you..."

Seeing that it was almost over, I stopped teasing her.

With a "plop," my entire penis was inserted into my mother's vagina.

"Ah...it hurts...it hurts...gently...slowly...don't move...good son...Mom hasn't been penetrated...hasn't been done in over ten years, it's so tight inside...you have to be gentle..."

So I held back, leaving my penis still inside Mom's vagina, then lifted her upper body and sucked on her breasts. Mom's breasts seemed quite sensitive; even a light touch would cause her whole body to tremble. After a while...

"Jun...we can do it now...Mom's so wet down there...so itchy...let's do it..."

So I lifted Mom's legs onto my shoulders and started thrusting. So beautiful, so wonderful, Mom's body is truly a masterpiece.

"Ah...ah...so good...my dear son...Mom is so beautiful...so beautiful...you're fucking me so good...I regret...not reading your diary a day earlier...otherwise...I would have fucked you long ago..." "

Sizzle...sizzle...sizzle..." With my vigorous thrusting, the lustful fluids in Mom's vagina and Mom's moans made a beautiful sound.

"Mmm...mmm...ah...Xiao Jun...son...dear husband...Mom is yours now...so good...the feeling of incest is so exciting...Xiao Jun...what do you say...ah...how does it feel to fuck your own mother...is it beautiful...or not beautiful..."

"Mom...son feels so good...fucking your own mother...so good...how do you feel...being penetrated by your own son...with his penis...into the place that gave birth to him...?"

"So...beautiful...the beauty of flying to heaven...so exciting...ah...faster...fuck me again...I've wasted over ten years of my life...ah...husband...dear husband...Mom wants to marry you...okay...okay...ah...every day...I want you...to fuck my pussy...okay..."

"Mom... I don't want... I don't want you to marry me... We want to be mother and son forever... Mother and son having sex... Son having sex with mother... This feeling... is so good..."

"Ah... Yes... Yes... I don't want to marry... you... I don't want to call you husband... I want to call you my dear son... My dear son having sex with my dear mother... Oh... This is so good... Do it... son... my precious son... You're making me... almost die... I can't take it anymore... It's too exciting... Hurry... Charge... Mom's coming... Hurry... Come out with Mom... Ah... Ah..."

Mom let out a long cry, her body tensed up, and I immediately relaxed, ejaculating at the same time, shooting deep into Mom's vagina.

After Mom's vagina stopped contracting, I gently pulled out my penis. I could only see thin streams of fluid flowing from her opening as I withdrew.

My mother still had her eyes closed, savoring the afterglow of her orgasm. I got up and picked her up.

"Good son, what are you doing?"

"Mom, I just want to take my present back to my room," I teased her.

"Hmph...you're so naughty..." my mother whimpered, then let me carry her.

Back in our room, we lay naked on the bed, caressing each other.

I thought perhaps both of us harbored a hidden, pleasurable anticipation of incestuous sex, a desire that, once the mask of societal morality was torn away, would flow like a river bursting its banks.

I took out the hidden box and retrieved all the secrets. Since the secret was no longer a secret, I thought I'd let it become our shared secret! But Mom had a different opinion.

"Jun, Mom has thought it through. Our happiness lies in that secret pleasure. Once that secret is gone, and we're no longer interacting in the same way as before, it will lose its novelty over time. Besides, if we get used to being intimate, it will be hard for people to find out once we leave this house, because even the best disguise can't hide the desire in our eyes.

Mom is a company executive, and it's not good for people to suspect us too early. Mom wants you to promise that we won't change our usual lifestyle. Mom promises you... every day... Mom won't back out. But for a man, having sex every day isn't good for his health in the long run. Besides, Mom needs you forever, not just temporarily. Do you understand?"

"This... okay! I'll do whatever you say." I thought about what my mother said and realized it made sense.

"Also, you can leave your collection there for now! I'd like to see those books and videotapes too, so you can leave them on your desk. If you like my underwear, you can put them with the ones in my closet now. You can move them all over, and I can come to your room to change when I need to. Actually, I have some secret collections that you won't find, but don't worry, you'll see them one by one eventually. And isn't that more interesting? As for your diary, it's almost finished. I bought a new one. Wait a minute."

With that, my mother went back to her room and got a new diary. The design was quite exquisite, with the cover and back cover inlaid with beautifully grained teak. I could only see a heart carved on the cover, with the words "Intimate Diary" written on it.

"Starting today, let's use this diary to pass on our secrets, okay? Just put it on the desk, and Mom will leave you a message every day before going to work."

"Mom, I love you." I couldn't help but hug my mother and kiss her passionately.

"Xiao Jun, you have to keep our promise!"

"I will, Mom, I promise you, but..."

"But what?"

"Today doesn't count, starting tomorrow." After I finished speaking, I impatiently lifted my mother's legs, pressed them against her body, and raised my penis to insert it.

"Wait...wait a minute, Xiao Jun, don't rush! Come on, Mom has a suggestion." My mother said, getting up and taking out the "mother-son incest" videotape from my hidden compartment.

"Come here!" Mom gave me a playful, charming smile, then pulled my hand and led me out of the room into the living room. She put the videotape into the VCR and pressed the remote to start playing. From her many small gestures, the usually dignified, mature, and composed manager seemed to have suddenly transformed into a quirky and mischievous little woman.

I couldn't help but feel a little curious about her.

"Xiao Jun, let's watch it together, Mom wants to watch it again." We sat naked on the sofa. The videotape depicted an incestuous relationship between a mother and son that occurred during the month the husband was away on business abroad. It started with the son peeping at his mother while she showered and changed clothes. Then one night, while she was asleep, he raped her. During the rape, the mother, overcome with lust, took the initiative, actively cooperating with his thrusts and constantly changing positions, even teaching him sexual techniques.

At the beginning of the video, the mother was already stroking my penis, but her eyes remained fixed on the screen. When the video showed the mother turning over, kneeling on the bed, and raising her hips, asking her son to penetrate her from behind, the mother also got up and knelt on the sofa, raising her hips to reveal her hairy vulva.

"Come on, Xiao Jun, do it too."

I immediately understood, and with a "plop," I inserted my penis into my mother's vagina.

"Ah...ah...good...son...Mom feels so...comfortable...I guessed right...this position...is truly wonderful...ah...so stimulating..."

The mother on the TV screen moaned wildly, and my mother also cried out incessantly, their lewdness intertwined into an indescribable scene. This stimulation was truly extraordinary.

"Ah...ah...sizzle...sizzle...ah...ah...sizzle...sizzle..."

"Mom...you're so amazing...how...why did you come up with this...idea...so amazing...so good..."

Then the mother on the screen turned to the side, raising her right leg and placing it on her son, whose penis entered from the side.

"Mom...come..." I also changed positions, but the sofa wasn't wide enough, so I simply raised my mother's right leg directly on the floor.

With a "plop," he thrust back into his mother's vagina.

"Ah...ah...um...Jun...this position...is so beautiful...ah...sizzle...sizzle...my dear son...I love it...good...you're fucking me to death..."

"Mom...you're so amazing...so slutty...son likes it...are you comfortable..."

"Ah...um...Mom feels good...Mom feels so good...it feels so good to be fucked by my dear son...faster...again..."

Because of the position, it wasn't suitable for rapid thrusting. Just then, the mother and son on the screen switched back to the normal position, so I promptly lifted my mother's other leg, placing both legs on my shoulders, and began thrusting violently.

"Good... ah... Mom wants... son... Mom wants... fuck me... faster... faster... ah... ah..."

At this moment, following the TV drama, I picked my mother up completely, and she wrapped her legs around my waist. I stood up and thrust into my mother's vagina while suspended in the air.

"Ah...ah...sizzle...sizzle...my dear son...the videotape wasn't...it wasn't lying...it feels so good...ah...Mom's pussy...it's...it can't take it anymore...ah...oh my god...son...Mom's flying...it feels like I'm flying...ah...oh my god...it's...it's coming...ah...ah...it's...it's coming...it's for you...my dear son..."

Mom climaxed, and I stopped thrusting. Mom's legs were still tightly wrapped around my waist. The mother and son on TV seemed to have finished earlier than us; the scene had changed.

"Good son, can you put Mom down now?" I gently put her down and gently pulled out my penis.

"Ah...gently...gently...um..." Her pussy was very sensitive after the orgasm.

"Mom, is it good?"

"Jun, Mom feels great, thank you!" Mom kissed me.

"Mom, you little slut, your moans are so exciting! I feel so satisfied."

"But, you haven't ejaculated yet?"

"Mom, actually, my pleasure is in the process of having sex with you, not the end, you understand? Otherwise, masturbation would be enough, why do we need sex?"

"Really? As long as you're truly satisfied."

"Mom, honestly, you haven't had sex in over ten years? How do you have so many sexual ideas?"

"Silly boy! Why would Mom lie to you? Of course! Mom is doing business and socializing outside. There are always many big bosses pursuing me, but whenever I get close to those well-dressed men with greasy hair, no matter how much cologne they put on, I can always smell their stench. And no matter how they try to hide it, they can't hide their lecherous looks. Mom feels disgusted when she sees them, but for the sake of business, I still have to socialize with them. Sigh!"

"Mom, I'm really sorry for putting you through this." I kissed my mother's hair lovingly.

"Jun, for over ten years, Mom has relied on masturbation to satisfy her needs. However, only today did I fully realize that masturbation and real intercourse are worlds apart. You know what? It's not that Mom has a lot of ideas, it's just that Mom also relies on sexual fantasies to achieve orgasm."

"Oh! So... who do you usually fantasize about?"

"Oh dear! You little devil, why are you asking Mom this!" Mom started acting coquettish again.

"Tell me, I want to know." I also tried to tease her.

"Um... I can tell you... but... I'm scared... I'm scared..."

"Scared of what? Tell me, I promise I won't eat you."

"No... it's not that... it's just... sigh... okay... I originally wanted to keep a little secret, but never mind, maybe... maybe... it's fate... Okay, Xiao Jun, when I saw the contents of your diary, actually... actually, I wasn't shocked, but happy, so excited I didn't know what to do. Because... because when you were in junior high, one time I accidentally saw your... your penis, and I was shocked. I didn't expect you to be only fourteen, and that thing was already so big. I couldn't help but masturbate in my room."

"Mom... you mean... the object of your sexual fantasies is me... you're lying!"

"You're such an idiot. The first time you masturbated with my underwear, you ejaculated all over it and put it back without cleaning it properly. Didn't you notice that it was your own intimate clothing? And another time you slept in my underwear and forgot to take it off. When I woke you up in the morning, I found that the lace on the underwear was torn. The next day, you thought you had gotten away with it and put it back. You're such an idiot."

After her mother exposed her embarrassing moments from puberty, she was speechless.

"Mom initially thought it was just a natural phenomenon of puberty in boys. In the years that followed, I was busy with my career and didn't pay much attention. Even if a few pairs of underwear were missing occasionally, I didn't think much of it, assuming it would be fine after puberty. But after reading your diary that day, I realized that your love for me hadn't changed; in fact, it had become even stronger, and it rekindled my...sexual fantasies about you. Actually, ever since that time I fantasized about you raping me and had an orgasm, I've gotten used to you. I think about you all the time. If you don't believe me, I'll show you something, and you'll understand."

Mom said, stroking my penis again. "Until yesterday, it was the second time I saw your penis, and it's even thicker and bigger than it was in junior high." "

Mom, from now on, we won't need to masturbate anymore, right?"

"Of course, with a son who loves me so much, who's so... good at... penetration, I don't need to rely on my hands or fantasies to satisfy myself." Mom said, taking my penis into her mouth.

"Mom... wait... wait... what did you say you were going to show me?"

"Wait a minute." Mom released my penis and went into her room.

I usually only rummaged through the closet where Mom kept her bras and panties; I never knew she had so many secrets. A moment later, Mom came out, carrying three books.

"Sigh! Xiao Jun, we're a match made in heaven, guess what these are?"

I immediately guessed—a diary, Mom's diary... Could it be... Oh my god! Could such a thing be true?

"Xiao Jun, you've only written one book, but Mom has written three over the years. Don't you think we're a perfectly in sync?"

I randomly flipped to one of the books; the date was from my freshman year of college. It read:

"Xiao Jun, Mom came again last night. Your big, thick thing shoved hard into Mom's little hole. Oh, so beautiful. Mom so wished this wasn't a fantasy, but real..."

I then flipped to another, newer book, dated just last week, which read:

"Xiaojun, you said you don't have a girlfriend, but Mom doesn't believe you. You're such a good catch, Mom doesn't believe you don't have a girlfriend. Mom is so jealous, so reluctant to let you go. Mom loves you. Will you look down on Mom? Think Mom has psychological problems? Mom is so afraid you'll find out, but I also want you to know. Come and hug Mom! Mom loves you madly, Mom is willing to give you my body..." "I've already given it to you. I'm waiting for you. I really hope that one day you'll come in, take off your mother's clothes, and just like I've always wanted, use your penis to possess me, possess my mother, rape my mother, and insert it into my little hole..."

Reading this, I looked up at my mother. Her face was flushed, shy yet full of affection, her eyes alluring as she looked at my reaction. Our mother-son understanding had reached such a level that no more words were needed. I lifted my mother's chin, and she immediately closed her eyes. I kissed her moist, luscious lips.

"Mmm...sizzle...mmm...sizzle..."

My mother's tongue passionately entered my mouth and stirred, then she sucked my tongue into her mouth. Her hands and legs were tightly wrapped around my body.

"Mmm...mmm...mmm...huff..." Being kissed passionately by my mother was a completely different feeling from kissing her myself. I fully felt my mother's love and desire.

This kiss lasted for nearly ten minutes before my mother reluctantly pulled away from my lips, but it also reignited our desire.

We didn't say anything more. We exchanged a glance, and Mom rolled over and lay face down on the examination pillow, raising her buttocks and spreading her legs so I could see her pink vulva more clearly. It was so beautiful, so beautiful, a fresh and tender pinkish-white, unlike the dark and unsightly vulvas in pornographic pictures. Mom's pubic hair was soft, thick, and felt as comfortable as lush green grass. I lowered my head, mesmerized, to kiss and lick it. Just as Mom could no longer hold back, I held her full buttocks and, with a "plop," inserted my penis into her dripping vulva.

That day, my mother and I had sex repeatedly. She climaxed again and again. Because she told me it was my safe period, I recklessly ejaculated into her vagina, the scalding heat washing over her uterus, the place that had nurtured me. Her bold, lewd moans seemed never to cease, uttering every obscene word she knew. With my encouragement, it became even more lewd.

This woman, my own mother, my completely liberated sexual partner—I was certain in my heart that the ultimate sexual pleasure was all here. What more could I ask for than a celestial beauty?

Our sexual intercourse lasted until 10 PM. We were almost completely drained of our fluids; the sofa, the floor, and our bed were all stained with the marks of our debauchery. My bed was especially covered with pubic hair that had fallen out after our intense intercourse.

After having some snacks, we fell asleep in each other's arms.

The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes the next morning was a full, round bottom, wearing a tight pink thong that clung tightly to the bulging flesh in the middle, a deep slit forming in the center. "Oh…Mom…Good…Morning…" My mother was straddling me, sucking on my penis, which was how she woke me.

"Mmm…Good…child…mmm…" My mother said, then took it back into her mouth.

I let my mother do as she pleased, only reaching out to bring her ample buttocks towards my face, and starting to lick the slit through her panties.

"Mom...didn't you say...starting today...we'll go back to our normal way of getting along?"

"Mom forgot today is Sunday. From now on, Sundays are no longer on our promise. Holidays belong to us. Okay?" My mother rolled over and lay on top of me.

"Of course!" I couldn't be happier.

It was another beautiful morning, and we had another frenzied sexual encounter before eating breakfast.

We tidied up the house that day, and my mother moved all her underwear to my room. Then we played a game. My mother strung several long ropes in my room and called me out.

A while later, they called me in. As soon as I entered the room, I was captivated by the spectacular sight before me. My mother had hung up all her panties, one by one. I counted—at least a hundred different kinds, all brightly colored and sexy. My mother has so many quirky ideas, and this was just one of many ways she added spice to our relationship.

I learned from her that these were part of her company's business.

I only knew her company imported and exported garments, but I never imagined they included women's underwear. No wonder she had so many fancy lingerie pieces.

After my mother's explanation, I finally understood the huge difference between these few pieces of fabric. The underwear my mother wore was all high-quality material, ranging in price from hundreds to thousands of yuan per piece. The red bra she bought for me yesterday cost over eight thousand yuan! I curiously touched it repeatedly, comparing it with other similar underwear, and realized that the difference in feel was truly immense; no matter how much I rubbed it, it wouldn't wrinkle.

Actually, my mother had a hidden purpose in explaining all this to me, which I didn't discover until the next morning.

While introducing the underwear, my mother even acted as a model, wearing each piece for me to see. When she asked me to try on the texture, I was caressing her while feeling it myself. That feeling was truly intoxicating.

That day, apart from my mother constantly changing her panties and bras, we were almost completely naked together. My mother, afraid that I would get tired of looking at her body later, and also to maintain the seductive pleasure, always kept a set of underwear on. Actually, I quite agreed with my mother's view; the allure of being partially exposed is definitely more stimulating than being completely naked.

Later, my mother kept one set to wear, and put away the rest, folding them neatly one by one. The bras and panties were arranged in more than a dozen stacks and placed on my bookshelf. But what puzzled me was that she had numbered each stack with 1…2…3…4…5….. When I asked her why, she playfully only said two words, "Secret…Secret."

Before going to sleep, we had passionate sex again before going to our respective rooms.

The next day, we both kept our promise. After Mom woke me up, I went to work as usual.

After I finished washing up and was about to leave, I suddenly remembered my new secret with Mom…my diary. After Mom revealed her secret diary to me yesterday, she said:

"Jun, from now on, we'll use that new diary as our secret. Mom has promised you, every day... I'll give it to you... I'll give it to you... Oh! I can't say it! You understand, that's good. But Mom is also worried that you'll have sex with Mom every day, and your body won't be able to handle it. Women are different from men; if a man's sperm count is low, his energy won't be good either. Besides... Mom really enjoys the feeling of your warm semen entering Mom's body. From now on, every month Mom will write my menstrual cycle on your calendar. During my safe period, you can ejaculate without worry." Inside Mom's... little hole, but you'll need to wear a condom during ovulation. Mom can't get pregnant yet. In a few years, after Mom closes her business, we'll move far away from this city, and once everything is settled, Mom won't be afraid anymore, okay? But it's inconvenient for Mom to buy you condoms, so you'll have to buy them yourself, buy a lot and keep some on hand.

Mom leaves messages in our diaries every day; you'll know what to do when you read the messages."

Thinking of what Mom said, I quickly went back to my room and opened the diary on the table. On a new page, it read:

"Jun, for your health's sake, Mom has a challenge for you. From now on, Mom will leave you a riddle every day, like a treasure hunt. You'll have to solve the riddle according to the instructions in the message. Only if you solve it will Mom give you her body. If you can't solve it or the time is up, it doesn't count..."

Reading this, I truly admired my mother. Managing a company for so many years is no ordinary feat. She has many ideas, and they're always unexpected. More importantly, she makes our sex life incredibly exciting. I couldn't help but sigh, if every couple in the world had half of my mother's fun, how could there be any unhappy couples! To have a woman like my mother, what more could a husband ask for?

I continued reading.

"...Okay, today's riddle is—Northern Hemisphere, 75; Southern Hemisphere, 18—that's it, my dear son, go treasure hunting!"

Good heavens! What is this? North latitude? South latitude? East longitude? West longitude? But even if there are coordinates, there's no map like this! I racked my brains, still unable to figure it out when I left.

During my lunch break, I reviewed yesterday's events again, hoping to find some clues. Mom is so cunning, what kind of riddle is this!

Suddenly, I had an idea.

In the afternoon, I couldn't wait to go home and see Mom's masterpiece from yesterday—rows of bras and panties labeled with numbers. "Northern Hemisphere" refers to the bras on top, 75 is the fifth item in the seventh row, "Southern Hemisphere" refers to the panties on the bookshelf below, and 18 is the eighth item in the first row.

Sure enough, I first took out the fifth bra in the seventh row. Inside was a note that read:

"21:00"

(Time found). Then I took out the eighth pair of panties in the first row, a very provocative black lace panty. Inside was another note that read:

"Do you like this panty? Mom will wear it for you. Kitchen."

Mom wanted me to bring this panty to the kitchen at 9 PM.

When Mom came back, I deliberately acted anxious, constantly glancing at her for help at the dinner table. Mom still didn't break her promise, but while clearing the dishes, she gently pinched my nose and said, "Silly!"

It was almost nine o'clock when I saw Mom go into the kitchen. I put the panties in my pocket and followed her in. As soon as I entered, I said, "Mom, I'm so hungry. Is there anything to eat?"

I saw the joy on Mom's face when she saw me go in turn turn into disappointment.

"Okay, you wait outside. I'll cook something for you." Mom's voice even sounded dejected. Just as Mom turned around to turn on the stove, I took out the panties, hugged her from behind, and showed them to her.

"Oh! You're teasing your mother... teasing me on purpose... you're so naughty..." Mom said with a mix of delight and playful annoyance.

"Mom, you're so clever, how could your son be stupid!"

"Jun... Mom has faith in you, but... you're so naughty! You teased me all night, making me worry."

"Who told you to give such a strange question? Okay, keep your word!" I handed the panties to my mother.

My mother took off her clothes one by one in front of me, and then put on the black lace panties.

After a while of caressing, I turned my mother around, pulled the panties down to her thighs, spread her legs, grasped my penis, and inserted it into my mother's vagina from behind with a "plop".

"Ah...my dear son...Mom loves you so much...so smart...no wonder you're...ah...you're Mom's biological son...mmm...do it...the mystery is solved...Mom is...my dear son's...pussy...ah...pussy is so beautiful...ah...my dear son...your penis is so thick...so long...ah...it's inside...ah...you're making Mom feel so good...ah...ah...do it...do it hard on Mom...Mom loves it when you do it to me..."

After a while, we changed from standing to Mom kneeling on the floor tiles. After a while, I carried Mom to the sink and thrust hard.

In this way, Mom and I completed another sexual intercourse full of fun and pleasure.

Before bed, I was filled with anticipation, looking forward to another climax the next day.

It was in this challenging and exciting atmosphere that my mother and I indulged in our daily lovemaking.

Of course, it wasn't truly every day. Sometimes when she wasn't feeling well or was too tired from work, although she would still test me as promised, I would pretend I couldn't guess the answers so she could rest. My mother, of course, understood and felt touched by my tenderness and consideration. Our deep love had long since transcended the ordinary sexual relationship between a man and a woman.

However, I truly admired my mother's endless stream of ideas; sometimes simple, sometimes difficult, but she always went to great lengths to spice up our lives. For example, once she only wrote "ice" in her diary. I found an ice cube tray in the freezer, melted all the small ice cubes inside, and found a note written in an oil-based pen in one of the cubes. It read:

"These ice cubes aren't enough to extinguish the burning desire between mother and son. Mom needs you. 10 PM, Mom will be waiting for you in the room."

A more difficult instance made me quite applaud. For example, once my mother wrote in her diary:

"x-1023
00:56:38".

I was completely baffled. What does x-1023 mean? Is 00:56:38 a time? 12:56:38 AM? Impossible. I still have to decipher x-1023 first.

I eventually found a videotape titled "Adulterous Mother" among a pile of videotapes on my bookshelf, drawn by the word "x." The tape's number was x-1023, so 00:56:38 must be the playback time. I rewound the tape and sped it up. The numbers on the tape spun rapidly until I paused at 00:56:38. The subtitle on the screen read:

"After dinner, Mom is waiting for you in the room. Come on!"

It was a scene in the video where the mother was proposing to her son.

These kinds of puzzle games made me feel willing to solve them even if I couldn't, and the pleasure after solving them was even greater.

There was even a time when I solved the puzzle right before the time was up. That time, my mother's message only contained the two letters "pc." Naturally, I immediately thought of a computer, so as soon as I got home, I turned on the computer to look for the answer. However, after searching through all the erotic pictures and articles I had collected, I still couldn't find it. Then I thought of searching by date; perhaps my mother had created a new text file and hidden it in that directory. So I locked the dates to the most recent days, but I was afraid my mother would change the dates after typing it.

Finally, I found one, but it was a directory, not a file, named "myde." I excitedly opened it, only to find a bunch of subdirectories starting with "a." After looking through them all, I realized that only the "ars" directory had anything; the others were empty. I thought to myself, my mother must have created countless layers of subdirectories, but the answer was finally about to appear. I finally opened the last directory called irty, and there was a text file inside.

I finally cracked it, but when I opened the text file, I saw the words:

"Good luck! Almost there!"

Good heavens! What is this?!

I tried again to find clues, but still to no avail. I couldn't help but curse Microsoft's Win95 system. I jumped to DOS and searched again. After going through each directory one by one without finding anything, I suddenly noticed a string of text on the screen:

c:mydearsonmomwantyoufuckmeinbathroomatseven-thirty.

A thought struck me. I copied it down and went back to Win95, because Win95 allows you to set the case of directories, but you can't see that in DOS. So I put all the entries together, and the result was:

c:mydearsonmomwantyoufuckmeinbathroomats7-3irty

. Separating them, it became:

my dear son. mom want you fuck me in the bathroom, at seven-thirty.

Genius! Mom is truly a genius.

Just then, I realized it was exactly 7:30. Mom had playfully patted my head and said

"Go for it!" before going in.

I immediately stripped off my clothes, pushed open the bathroom door, and found Mom sitting fully clothed beside the bathtub, smiling at me.

"Fun, isn't it!" Mom said mischievously.

"Mom, you little devil!" I picked her up and started undressing her.

"Child, would you help Mom take a bath?"

"Okay!" After I undressed my mother, I started lathering her entire body with soap, and then I also lathered my erect penis with soap.

After I finished lathering, without saying a word, I held my mother's plump buttocks and inserted my penis into her vagina from behind, and began to thrust.

"Ah... um... ah..." My mother held onto the bathtub with both hands, and occasionally turned her head, looking at me affectionately with seductive eyes.

"Ah... Jun... good son... are you... helping Mom wash... bathe... or washing Mom's pussy like this..." After only a few thrusts, lots of foam came out of Mom's pussy with each in-and-out motion, and soon our genitals were almost completely covered in soap bubbles.

"Ah... Jun... is it okay?... Mom... is ready... ready... ah..."

I understood what Mom meant; we had seen this scene together in a novel.

The son, in the bathroom, used a soap-covered penis to insert into Mom's anus for anal sex.

I knew Mom had been eager to try it, wanting to know what it felt like.

"Mom, you have to be patient!" Mom wanted to give me her anus, perhaps as another way of expressing love. Every woman wants to give her first time to the person she loves most.

I pulled my penis out of her vagina and lifted it up, gently pressing it against her anus.

"Coming... Mom..." I used the head of my penis, lubricated by the soap, to gently push it in.

"Ah... It hurts... It hurts so much... Stop... Stop for a moment..." Mom screamed in pain.

I stopped immediately, but actually only the head of my penis went in.

"Mom, seeing how uncomfortable you are, let's not do it anymore, okay?" I said, about to pull out.

"No...good son...it's okay...it's just like a girl's first time...it'll be over in a bit...besides...Mom really wants to give her first time...and every time after that...to my most beloved son...take your time...Mom will be patient...come on...slowly push it in again..."

Okay! Since Mom said so, I slowly pushed forward again.

"Hmm...ah...ah...gently...gently..." Mom was trying her best to endure.

I thought to myself, maybe this is like tearing a Salonpas, the slower you tear, the more painful it is, so I pushed hard without thinking.

"Ah...Jun...you're bad..." My penis was completely inside Mom's anus.

This feeling of being tightly surrounded by flesh walls is really very comfortable. A little while later…

“Jun…Mom has finally given you her first time…Mom will always be yours…Are you comfortable?”

“Mom, I’m very comfortable, but I don’t want you to suffer like this.”

“No…Come on…Try thrusting…Mom’s a little itchy down there…”

So I started thrusting.

“Hmm…Hmm…Mom…I’m starting to feel something…Ah…A little numb…But…Ah…It’s also a little comfortable…Ah…Strange…Son…Your penis is inside Mom’s ass…But…Mom’s vagina…Feels so good…Ah…”

As I thrust, I also inserted my fingers into Mom’s vagina and kneaded her clitoris.

"Ah...so...so beautiful...good son...this feeling...is so stimulating...oh my god...Jun...Mom...both of Mom's holes...you've fucked them all...ah...ah...son...dear son...Mom's going crazy...you're so good...you're so good at fucking..."

After thrusting for a while, I suddenly pulled out and then inserted it into my mother's vagina.

"Ah... Jun... don't you like Mom's... new pussy...?"

"Mom... I love it to death... but you have two pussy now... I have to feed both... it's fair..."

"Ah... um... you really are my dear son... Mom loves you... dear mother loves dear son... no... no... it's dear mother's... pussy loves dear son's cock inside... ah... ah... so beautiful..."

My penis moved back and forth between the two pussy holes, sometimes inside the top, sometimes inside the bottom. I fucked Mom until she almost fainted.

Finally, I thrust with all my might and ejaculated into Mom's vagina.

"Ah... I'm coming... Mom gave it to you..." Mom also reached orgasm at the same time.

Our sex life, thanks to my mother's meticulous efforts in creating spice, has become increasingly sweet rather than tedious. Because of this careful adjustment, even when we go out together, nothing seems amiss. My mother often praises me after we return, making it easy for me to have sex with her without needing to figure it out.

We have no plans to elope and get married. Firstly, our tacit understanding has prevented any suspicion, and secondly, my mother says that once we're married, we'll no longer be mother and son, but husband and wife. We both enjoy the thrill of incestuous sex, which defies societal norms. Therefore, having sex under the guise of mother and son is more exciting than a marital relationship. We both love this thrill, and we both have incestuous blood flowing through our veins.

Later, during summer vacation, we planned a month-long trip. As for this trip, how we had wild sex on the beach at a famous scenic spot in Taiwan one night, how I lifted my mother's skirt and penetrated her in a train restroom during a certain off-peak hour, and how we left traces of our mother-son love in various hotels and guesthouses—that's another story…

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