Mom was one step ahead.

Chapter
1: Forced by Helplessness

One summer afternoon, I was taking a nap in my room when suddenly a scream came from my mother's room. I rushed to her room, and as soon as I entered, something hit me hard on the back of the head. By the time I realized there was someone else hiding behind the door, I had already lost consciousness… I

don't know how long I was unconscious. When I slowly woke up, I felt a terrible pain in the back of my head. As I reached out to touch it, I discovered that my hands and feet were tightly bound with rope, and I couldn't move at all. I looked up… My mother, like me, was unable to move her limbs. Beside her stood a man with a headscarf covering his head, only his eyes visible, who was glaring menacingly around the room.

When my mother saw me wake up, she thanked God excitedly, while the man nonchalantly brandished the knife in his hand.

"What do you want? If you want money, take whatever you want from the house, but don't hurt my mother."

"Haha, ridiculous! I searched your house thoroughly, and there's nothing of value. We're in this line of work, taking money is one thing, but you have nothing. How can I just leave like this?"

The thug turned to look at my mother lying on the ground, letting out a sinister laugh. A sudden sense of foreboding washed over me. He lowered his head, reaching out to touch my mother's cheek, making her tremble with fear.

"Stop! Don't touch my mother..."

"So what if I do? Come and hit me!"

My mother was terrified. She wanted to escape, but where could she run to? A puddle of yellowish water gradually spread on the floor where my mother lay, and I realized that she had been so frightened that she had even lost control of her bladder.

"No...don't hurt me...I beg you..."

"Alright, alright. Since you're begging me, I'm not heartless. So, let your son suffer for you." After saying that, he turned and walked towards me, still fiddling with his butterfly knife.

"No! Please don't hurt my son!"

"This puts me in a difficult position. I'm in a terrible mood today and I have to vent my anger on someone. You say you won't hurt me, but I can't hurt your son either. I can't hurt myself, can I?"

My mother was frantic and didn't know what to do. But seeing that the thug wouldn't give up and was holding a knife to hurt me, she had no choice but to agree to whatever the thug asked.

"Don't... don't hurt my son... hurt me instead..."

"No..."

Suddenly, I was kicked hard in the waist. The pain almost made me faint. At this moment, even if I wanted to scream, I couldn't make a sound. I could only watch helplessly as the thug approached my mother step by step. My mother's eyes showed panic, and her whole body trembled. The thug mercilessly forced my mother face down onto the bed, forcibly removing her skirt and underwear, and then reached under her crotch to grope her genitals...

"Wow! Such a tender and plump pussy... You can't even tell that this is a pussy that has given birth..."

The thug spread my mother's legs, and from my angle, I could clearly see that my mother's genitals were covered with thick, curly pubic hair, which was covered with urine. The more the thug looked, the more excited he became. He spread his mother's labia with his left hand and slowly inserted his middle finger into her vagina with his right, thrusting in and out... thrusting in and out...

"Haha... you said you didn't want it, look, your juices are all over the bed."

While thrusting his finger in and out, the thug took off his pants. But at that moment, he suddenly screamed, "No... no way! At this very moment... I can't get hard." His eyes flashed with malice. The thug, who was about to violate his mother, couldn't get an erection. He kicked his mother off the bed in anger. His mother rolled to my side and nodded to me, indicating that she was relieved that she hadn't been violated further.

"No, I have to make you lose your virginity today, otherwise I won't be able to quell my resentment... You! You take my place! I want to see you and your son perform."

The thug pointed a knife at my nose, fantasizing that I should take his place, insisting that we, mother and son, commit incest. How could I possibly agree to his absurd request?

"Aren't you afraid I'll kill you?"

"Kill me if you want, I'll be a hero again in eighteen years."

Seeing my resolve, the thug turned to my mother and threatened, "You've got guts, but your old mother might not agree to let you die."

"You! If you don't have some passionate lovemaking with your son, and make me happy, don't blame me for stabbing a few holes in your son!"

My mother was in a terrible predicament. She had never considered having a relationship with her son, but a gleaming knife was pressed against my neck. With just a little force, my life would be in danger. My mother sighed and tilted her head back, saying: "Put the knife down! I'll do whatever you want."

The thug loosened the ropes binding the mother's hands and feet, and sat down alone to watch the incestuous scene between mother and son that was about to unfold.

"Take off your clothes first. I don't want to see any clothes on you."

The mother's lower body was already naked. At the thug's request, she first took off her top, and then removed all my clothes.

"Mom...please don't! I'd rather die than let you..."

"Stop talking, son...it's all fate. Just do as I say this time! I can't let you get hurt."

"Look, how touching, such great maternal love. Well then, why don't you give him a blowjob first!"

My mother held my scrotum in one hand and picked up my penis with the other, putting it in her mouth. In an instant, I felt my penis being enveloped by my mother's warm, smooth lips and tongue. A strong suction pulled my penis in, and I involuntarily thrust my body forward. Instantly, my mother's entire face was pressed against my crotch. I could

even clearly feel the breath from my mother's nose blowing on my pubic hair...that feeling...

was so...comfortable.

Under my mother's rhythmic sucking, my penis rapidly became erect, which filled me with shame. How could I have such lewd thoughts in front of my mother, who was being forced to perform oral sex on me? But my mother's small mouth was truly intoxicating; with each suck, my penis swelled further, eventually almost reaching her throat. Urged on

by the thugs, my mother increased the speed of her sucking. I could only see my lustful penis constantly moving in and out of my mother's mouth, a tingling sensation traveling from the head of my penis to my brain. I knew I was about to ejaculate.

"Mom...stop...I...I can't...I'm going to cum..."

"Don't stop, let it shoot into your mouth, and swallow every last drop."

A thick liquid shot out from my body. At the same time, my mother's movements stopped. I could only hear a "gurgling" sound coming from her throat. She really swallowed every last drop of my semen before slowly spitting my limp penis out of her mouth.

"Very good, you're such an obedient mother."

"I've done everything you asked, shouldn't you let us go now?"

"What a joke, the game has only just begun. Look, your son's penis is soft again. I want you to masturbate in front of him until it gets hard again."

"You...you're a devil..."

"I've never been a good person. Anyway, if you do anything to my utter dissatisfaction, I'll cut off one of your son's fingers first. I want to see how many fingers he has left to use."

My mother looked at me helplessly, her face flushing red and then pale. I lowered my head in embarrassment, not daring to look her in the eye.

"Child, look up at your mother. Now that things have come to this, we both need to be brave."

When I looked up, my mother was sitting directly in front of me, her legs spread wide open, one hand cupping and kneading her breast, the other hand pressing against her genitals and rubbing her clitoris.

This was the first time I had ever seen a woman masturbate, but I never imagined that the object of her attention would be my own mother. To rekindle my desire, my mother not only deliberately displayed her private parts in front of me, but also made many obscene and lewd gestures for me to enjoy. I looked at my mother, her eyes tightly closed, her face displaying an expression of intense hunger. Even I, her own son, couldn't help but be moved.

Her pair of snow-white, full breasts were bruised and red from her own kneading. I even noticed that her two raisin-like nipples were erect from engorgement, and a clear secretion was seeping from her genitals, staining her fingers. At that moment, I couldn't tell whether my mother's joyful and intoxicated expression was a realistic performance to save my life, or whether she was unconsciously basking in the pleasure of arousing her own desires.

I felt a wave of dizziness, followed by a dry mouth, a flushed face, and palpitations. I knew I was about to reach the edge of resistance. If it weren't for the ropes binding me, I would have already rushed forward, regardless of who the other person was. To me, all I saw was a woman, a body brimming with lust. I wanted to have sex with her, to plunge my penis deep into her core, and then ejaculate every last drop of my semen into her thirsty cavity…

My mother squinted at my genitals, noticing that my penis had become erect again within minutes. She was both surprised and embarrassed, after all, she had used her own body to arouse her son's lust. I imagine she must have felt conflicted at that moment, unsure whether to feel gratified by her allure or ashamed of her lewd behavior.

"Young man, you're really something, regaining your virility in just a few minutes. Mom's not bad either, look at the slutty energy you have when you masturbate, if I weren't feeling unwell today, I would have fucked you to death, you slut. Now, you're in for a treat, my good son... Kid, it's your turn."

The thug cut the rope binding me, but the butterfly knife in his hand never left my mother's neck. He threatened me that if I made any move to resist, my mother's life would be in danger. I looked at my mother helplessly, and she was looking at me with desperate eyes. She nodded at me, as if to tell me that saving my life was the most important thing.

"Mom... what should I do...?"

"Just listen to him! It's no use saying anything now."

"Very well, since Mom has already served her son, now it's the son's turn to honor his mother. You, kneel down and lick your mother's penis. If you can't lick her until she's overflowing with lustful juices, watch out for your dog's life!" My

mother sat on the edge of the bed and beckoned to me, then slightly spread her legs, pulled my right hand over and pressed it against the tangled pubic hair on her vulva, telling me to lick that spot and not to mind that it was dirty, that saving my life was the priority.

"Mom... Mom's... it's not dirty at all... I'm sorry to trouble you..."

My mother nodded, and I knelt between her legs, reaching out to spread her legs apart so that my head could easily bury itself inside. The first thing that caught my eye was the thick, curly pubic hair on my mother's vulva. Each hair was sparse and thin, growing loosely on her slightly protruding labia majora, which were dark brown, a stark contrast to the snow-white skin of her inner thighs. From the cleft of her pubic flesh, two thin labia minora peeked outwards, covered with a layer of clear secretion, resembling snail meat.

This was the first time in my life I had observed a woman's genitals so closely, but at that moment, my desire outweighed my curiosity. Like a starving traveler seeing a delicious meal, I wanted nothing more than to devour it.

I boldly stuck out my tongue and licked back and forth along the cleft of my mother's vulva. The vulva, indeed, is a woman's most sensitive area. After only a few gentle licks, my mother trembled as if electrocuted. I probed her vagina further with my tongue, and she let out moans, spreading her legs even wider.

With her legs spread, her vulva was more clearly visible. The assailant kept shouting that he couldn't see it and told my mother to lift her legs onto the bed. This put my mother in a squatting position, holding her legs in place with her hands, her lower body naturally protruding. Her previously tightly closed labia were now slightly parted, revealing a small opening about the size of a finger. My mother pointed to a slightly raised spot above her labia minora, telling me that licking that spot would make her wet more quickly. Sure enough, after a few flicks of my tongue, my mother's love juices gushed out like a flood, making a "splashing" sound as my tongue licked them.

"Kid, your old lady swallowed every last drop of your semen, now don't let your mother's juices go to waste, lick them dry, suck them dry."

I opened my mouth wide, covering my mother's entire vulva, sucking up large mouthfuls of her love juices. My mother seemed extremely excited; judging from her expression, she seemed to have forgotten her situation, actually clamping her legs around my neck, holding my head tightly with her hands, and thrusting her lower body forward desperately. My face was pressed tightly against her vulva, unable to move, even having difficulty breathing. Finally, at the thug's shout, we were separated.

"It seems your relationship has improved quite a bit, and I've become your benefactor, haha!"

I glanced at my mother, who kept her head down and remained silent. She was like a walking corpse, obeying the thugs' every word without any resistance. I felt a pang of sadness, but there was nothing I could do.

"Have you rested enough? Now it's time for the main event. Son, you've already licked the place where you were born. Now, I want your little brother to come in and sit for a bit. That way, you two can become even closer."

I looked at my mother without saying anything. At the same time, my mother shifted her gaze to my face, a bitter smile appearing on her lips, but she didn't say anything more, as if telling me, "Child, just do it!"

"Mom... I... I can't... I can't..."

My mother gently stroked my cheeks with her hands, wiping away the tears from the corners of my eyes, giving me a gentle smile, and without waiting for my consent, she lay down on the bed.

"Child, close your eyes, imagine the girl you've longed for is lying on the bed, and then...and then...

Mom will help you. Let Mom bear all the sins!"

Before this moment, I was still a virgin. Forget about techniques, I didn't even know where to begin, let alone that the other person was my own mother. What should I do? My penis was erect, and my mother on the bed was spreading her legs, waiting for my arrival. My hesitation made the thug impatient. He slowly walked to the bedside, grabbed my mother's soft breasts, and told me that if I didn't do it, my mother's beautiful breasts would have several ugly scars.

"Don't touch my mom, I'll do it."

I gently pressed down on my mother and hugged her. My mother whispered in my ear, reminding me what to do. Guided by my mother, I lifted her buttocks slightly to expose her vulva for easy intercourse. My mother guided my penis to the entrance of her vagina with her hand and raised her lower body to meet it. My body sank down, and my thick penis slid effortlessly into my mother's vagina. My mother's vagina was warm and elastic, tightly enveloping my entire penis. With a few gentle thrusts, my mother's legs opened and closed in rhythm with my movements.

"Child... just be your... Mom... Mom can take it..."

I never knew making love could be such a wonderful thing. From the moment my penis entered my mother's vagina, I even forgot that the woman in front of me was the mother who gave me life and raised me. I wanted to moan ecstatically and thrust wildly, but I knew that was wrong. At least in this situation, I couldn't show the slightest bit of pleasure.

During penetration, I stole a glance at my mother. Her eyes were tightly closed, her lips pursed in a mixture of pain and pleasure, her facial muscles contorted, making it difficult to discern her true feelings. I silently continued thrusting, the only sounds the heavy breathing of the two of us, and the "plop plop" sounds of penetration. My mother seemed to want to say something, but she stubbornly held back.

"Mom...are you...alright...?"

"I'm fine...don't stop...be careful...the villains...they might harm you..."

Having just experienced my mother's oral skills, which had already left me tingling, now that I was exploring her secret garden, it was a thousand times more pleasurable than her mouth. I thrust faster and faster, and my mother's movements became more intense. She wrapped her arms around my waist, her legs arching high in the air with each thrust. The more frantically I pumped, the louder my mother's moans grew. In this way, my panting, my mother's moans, and the jarring sounds of the bed shaking intertwined into a beautiful and splendid symphony of sex, until I poured the last drop of hot semen onto my mother's vulva, bringing it to a close...

As I slowly withdrew my limp penis from my mother's vagina, a thick stream of semen gushed from her slightly parted vulva. I felt both ashamed and proud. Looking at my expressionless mother, I could only say that what's done is done, and the facts can never be changed.

Chapter Two: The Ambiguous

Situation The assailant was gone. I grabbed the phone to call the police, but my mother quickly stopped me.

"Why won't you let me call the police?"

"What's the use of calling the police? The assailant didn't take a single penny from the house

, and he didn't even actually assault me. What's the point of calling the police? Besides, in the end, it wasn't the assailant who assaulted me, but..." Before she could finish, my mother went to her room alone, leaving behind a mess. I stared at the stain on the sheets, recalling everything that had just happened. It had come so fast, so suddenly, as if it were all a dream.

For several days afterward, my mother locked herself in her room. I knew she was deeply affected, and I didn't know how to comfort her. My mother wouldn't mention what had happened that day, but I desperately wanted to know what she was thinking after experiencing it.

For the past few days, my mother and I have been filled with anxiety, unable to sleep at night. Lying alone in bed, my mind races. Looking at the clock on the wall, it's already two in the morning… Suddenly, the light in my mother's room came on. I heard her get up, and driven by curiosity, I tiptoed to her door. Peeking through the crack, I saw my mother sitting at her dressing table with her back to me, combing her waist-length hair, and humming a cheerful tune.

I was completely bewildered. My mother had been avoiding me these past few days, and I thought she must be saddened by what happened that day. Why would she be humming a happy song alone in the middle of the night?

Erdai and I were drinking buddies we met in junior high. Although he was always aimless, he was a very loyal friend, which is why we quickly became sworn brothers, hanging out together every day doing silly things.

One day, Erdai came to visit. My mother greeted him very warmly. After seeing my mother, Erdai's expression changed. After entering my room, Erdai excitedly grabbed me, saying I was a lucky guy.

"Erdai, are you out of your mind?"

"Wow! Your mom is so beautiful! If you hadn't told me, I would have really thought she was your older sister."

"So what if my mom is beautiful? She's still my mom."

Erdai's lips curled into a strange smile, and he whispered mysteriously in my ear.

"Actually, I've had a really novel plan for a long time, but it requires two people to execute, so I haven't been able to get started yet. We're sworn brothers, and I trust you. You have to help me this time to fulfill my long-held wish. Of course, I won't let you down."

"What is it? Stop being so mysterious."

"I heard your parents divorced almost five years ago, and you've lived with your mother since you were little. Honestly, how do you feel about your mother?"

"A mother is a mother, what feelings could I have!"

"Stop pretending. We've known each other for a while now. Don't I know your reserved nature? If it were me, living with such a beautiful mother every day, it would be strange if I didn't have some inappropriate thoughts."

Hearing Er Dai's words, I was initially a little angry. Of all people to joke about, why did he have to joke about me and my mother? But I asked myself honestly, have I really never had any dirty thoughts about this beautiful mother since I was a child? In fact, long before I gradually understood matters between men and women, my mother had been the best object of my sexual fantasies.

To my mother, I was just a child, but to me, she was also a sexy woman. When it was hot, her slightly thin clothing and short skirts were enough to arouse my desire, let alone spending all day alone with her. Er Dai was absolutely right; it was true that I loved my mother, but deep down, her body was also a source of my desire. I was just ashamed to admit it in front of Er Dai.

"You said you have a strange idea, tell me about it!" I deliberately changed the subject, but my purpose was still to hear Er Dai's opinion.

"You've seen my older sister, what do you think of her looks?"

"Your older sister? To be honest, she's alright-looking, but her figure is amazing, especially those big breasts. Seeing them makes me want to… wait, you don't mean you want to…"

"That's right, no wonder she's my sworn sister, she gets it right away."

"Wait, this… this is incest! You're not serious, are you?!"

"Since I was little, I've had a wish: to one day sleep with my older sister. Every time I peeked at her taking a shower or going to the toilet, seeing her big, hairy penis, I couldn't help but want to rush in, pin her to the ground, and rape her, then thrust my dick into her hard..."

As he spoke, Er Dai got excited, picked up a large pillow in my room, and pretended to thrust into it. I could almost see Er Dai thrusting into his beautiful older sister. At the same time,

many disjointed fragments of the past inexplicably surfaced in my mind...

I remember once, my mother and I went to a small temple on a nearby mountain to worship the gods. On the way down the mountain, my mother suddenly had to urinate, but looking around, there wasn't a single place to hide, let alone a public toilet. In desperation, my mother had to ask me to keep watch while she took care of herself on the spot.

I turned away for a while, but I still couldn't hear my mother urinating. I thought it was because she had been holding it in for too long. Out of curiosity, I turned around to peek, but then my mother let out a "shh..." and a stream of golden liquid gushed out from between her legs, lasting for a full half minute.

Driven by curiosity, my eyes never left my mother's genitals. This was the first time I had ever seen my mother's beautiful vulva, and what impressed me even more was her embarrassed state while urinating.

After my mother finished urinating, she realized she had forgotten to bring toilet paper. Unable to find anything to use as a substitute, and seeing her genitals soaked from the spray, she knew she had to wipe herself. Reluctantly, she took off her underwear to use as toilet paper, hastily wiping herself before stuffing it into her pocket, adjusting her skirt, and straightening her clothes, acting as if nothing had happened.

But I witnessed everything from beginning to end. All the way home, only one thing kept running through my mind: my mother wasn't wearing anything under her skirt!

When I got home, I found the underwear my mother used to wipe her genitals in the pile of laundry in the bathroom. I secretly hid it and went back to my room. I savored my mother's underwear, carefully unfolding the rolled-up piece and smelling it intently, afraid of missing even a trace of her scent. Ironically, I had never known what "mother's scent" meant before that. I

only remember that after that incident, I became obsessed with my mother's underwear. My mother wasn't a flirtatious woman; on the contrary, she was conservative and reserved. This could be seen from the style of her underwear: simple designs and plain colors. Occasionally, she would have a few more sexy underwear, but she rarely took them out to change into. It seemed that she only chose a few more colorful underwear to match her clothes in the summer.

Even so, the faint fishy smell emanating from my mother's underwear

involuntarily reminded me of her wet, urine-soaked genitals...

Having masturbated with my mother's underwear for so many years, I've longed to actually have sex with her, but whenever I have incestuous thoughts, a strange sense of guilt washes over me. Besides, my mother isn't the kind of woman who does things casually; even if I wanted to seduce her, it would be a pipe dream.

"Hey, wake up, what are you daydreaming about?" Er Dai shook me forcefully, and I realized I had been lost in thought.

"By the way, is your plan really feasible?"

"Actually, you know without me saying it, you want to rape my older sister, or you want to sleep with your mother..."

"Pah! When did I say I wanted to sleep with..."

"Stop pretending, look at how distraught you were just now, anyone could see it."

I didn't argue further, just curious what kind of brilliant plan this idiot could come up with.

"The biggest obstacle is 'incest,' but if one day we are forced to violate each other under duress, would that still be called incest?" "

What nonsense are you spouting? What do you mean you have to abuse the other person? There's no such logic in this world."

"If a bad guy threatened you with a knife and said he'd kill you if your mom didn't let you have sex with him, would you do that to your mom who loves you like her own precious darling?"

I have to admit that even this idiot Erdai has his moments of clarity. This idea is truly brilliant. Not only can it fulfill his long-cherished wish, but afterwards, he might also be afraid of the incestuous affair being exposed and just accept his bad luck. There really are no side effects at all.

"You...are you really going to do this...?"

Er Dai nodded resolutely and said, "If you can't bring yourself to sleep with your mother, then help me sleep with my older sister first. After it's done, my big-breasted sister might even get some sex through you."

I think I was blinded by lust, and I don't know why I agreed to Er Dai's request. Perhaps deep down, I still longed to have sex with my mother. As for the question of incest, it was just an excuse for my cowardice.

Er Dai's sister was one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen. Not only was she beautiful, but her figure was also top-notch, especially her magnificent breasts, which were the envy of countless women and the object of many men's infatuation. No wonder Er Dai came up with such a crazy idea. Just think about my relationship with my mother, and you'll understand how Er Dai feels about his sister.

"So? Have you thought it over?"

"I don't think it's a good idea. What if your older sister insists on calling the police? If things get out, we'll be in big trouble."

Although I said that, I thought the idea was brilliant. It might not work on Er Dai's sister, but it would definitely work on my mother.

"Then let's deal with your mother first."

I thought and thought, but I couldn't make up my mind. How could I bring myself to do it to my mother?

"Don't think so much. Let's start with my older sister!"

Unable to resist Er Dai's repeated temptations, I finally agreed. Just as Er Dai had said, things went very smoothly. I pretended to be the bad guy and molested his beautiful older sister for about ten minutes, which really satisfied my urge to be a pervert. If I hadn't made a promise to Er Dai beforehand, I really might have been unable to control myself and wanted to "really" do bad things to his sister. The

next part of the story was Er Dai, who was acting pitiful. Although it was just acting, Er Dai's skilled sexual techniques were surprisingly good. However, I was a little puzzled by his sister's reaction. Did she really not care at all about being humiliated by her own brother? What I saw on her face was more shyness than fear.

Standing there, I felt like I'd just watched a spectacular erotic show, and I even wished I were the male lead. This only fueled my urge to harm my mother.

Surprisingly, things went smoothly. A few days later, when I saw the two siblings again, they were laughing and chatting, completely oblivious to the pain of being defiled. I kept wondering, after my mother and I had that kind of experience, would I end up like the two siblings?

"I promise you it will."

"So sure? What makes you so sure?"

"Don't ask so many questions, just trust me. Just look at me and my sister now. I'll let you in on a secret: ever since that day, my sister has actually been the one to propose to me."

"No idiot? I don't believe you."

Er Dai led me to his sister's room and rummaged through the trash can next to her bed. He found a wad of toilet paper, and inside was a used condom.

"This is what we left behind after we did it last night. The evidence is irrefutable. Now do you believe me?"

The condom in front of me forced me to believe Er Dai's words, but the only thing I didn't understand was, even if Er Dai and his sister could do it, it didn't mean my mom and I could. Why was Er Dai so confident?

Finally, amidst the raging chaos, I raped my mother. Just as Er Dai had said, her reaction was unusually calm; aside from her recent tendency to avoid me, there seemed to be nothing amiss. However, the situation where Er Dai and his sister could rekindle their relationship didn't happen to me.

This continued in this way; my mother didn't show any "special" or "abnormal" reaction, which only deepened my suspicions.

"There must be another reason," I thought to myself.

The situation remained unresolved, and this predicament was causing me immense mental and physical anguish. I couldn't help but ask Er Dai for his opinion, but he always nonchalantly told me, "Women's minds are actually very difficult to fathom."

For a month, every night, I saw the light in my mother's room stay on until 3 a.m. Finally, I couldn't bear it any longer and mustered the courage to barge into my mother's bedroom.

"Mom... are you asleep?"

"Oh! You're here! What are you standing there for? Come into the room!"

My mother didn't seem surprised at all, as if she had been waiting for me all along.

"You've come at the right time. Mom wants to have a good talk with you." My mother didn't even ask why I came, as if she already knew what I wanted to ask her.

We sat on the edge of the bed, close together. Since "that" incident, we hadn't been able to sit this close together. My mother wanted to speak, but hesitated several times. I just waited patiently for her.

"You know... how hard it was for me to raise you all by myself."

"Mom... I'm sorry... that day... I..."

"Mom doesn't blame you at all. In fact, Mom doesn't care at all."

"I did something bad to Mom..."

"It was unavoidable, Mom knows, you don't need to feel too guilty. On the contrary, as a mother, it's very embarrassing to do something for my son, but I don't regret it at all."

My mother's tone didn't sound like that of a woman who had been humiliated by her son.

"I'm sorry to have made you suffer... Mom..."

My mother hesitated for a moment, a blush appeared on her face, and she didn't dare to look me in the eye, only stealing glances at me from the corner of her eye.

"Perhaps you think these shouldn't come from a mother's mouth, but... I still want to tell you... I... have been a widow for fifteen years since your father passed away. For these fifteen years, I've remained chaste, not because I'm some kind of paragon of virtue, but because I've always felt... even if I were to give myself away, it should be to someone worthy of my trust..."

"I've broken my mother's chastity for fifteen years, I... I deserve to die!"

The mother shook her head again: "Actually, I've long had someone I liked, but... the timing wasn't right for me, so I've been waiting... waiting for him... waiting for the right time."

"You have an ideal person in your heart? I've never heard you mention it before? I've never seen you interact with other men."

"Yes, perhaps it was just a twist of fate that Mom fell in love with a man she shouldn't have. My heart is in turmoil and pain, but none of that matters anymore, because I've made the right choice." "

I don't understand...you mean...you've already given yourself to that man?"

"Don't you understand? You wicked thing!"

My mother's words were like a bolt from the blue! The man my mother was talking about was me!

Yes, I hadn't misheard; my mother was talking about me. This was utterly ridiculous—a mother who loved her own son, only to be tricked and raped by him! If I had known this would happen, why would I have gone through all that trouble to act out this whole charade with Er Dai?

My mother buried her face in the blankets in embarrassment, while I, still reeling from the shock, couldn't quite process what had happened.

So it turns out I was the person my mother loved most, and the man she waited for for fifteen years as a widow was also me. Rather than saying I raped my mother, it would be more accurate to say I simply did what my mother wanted.

My mother's body leaned against the bed, her figure appearing exceptionally graceful under her thin, sexy nightgown. Since my mother had confessed her feelings to me without reservation, what was there for me to hold back? I also burrowed into the covers, facing my mother.

My mother's rapid, warm breaths kept spraying onto my face. I couldn't see her expression from under the covers, which only deepened the space for my imagination. I slowly pulled my mother's body into my arms, and when her breasts pressed tightly against my chest, I realized that my mother wasn't wearing a bra at all. Her engorged nipples were as hard as two small marbles.

"Mom... I love you so much... Let's love each other well!"

"Mom, I... have been yours for a long time... I'm so happy, my little darling has finally grown up, he's a grown man now. My fifteen years of hard work and waiting haven't been in vain."

"Actually, I... have always wanted to... be with you, Mom... Mom has always been my idol."

"Idols are unattainable. I'd rather be your lover."

"Yes! From now on, I'll be Mom's lover for life. Then... shouldn't lovers do what they love?"

"Hehe!" My mother finally managed a laugh from the awkward situation, easing the serious atmosphere. "What's the rush? Didn't I already say... I'm already yours?"

Chapter Three: The Truth

For several days, my mother and I didn't leave the house at all. Only one thing occupied our minds: "Making love." We

made love non-stop, tightly entwined from dawn till dusk. We used every imaginable position to inject my seemingly inexhaustible semen into my mother's already depleted vagina.

My mother and I, one a virgin who had never tasted the pleasures of the world, the other a resentful woman who had suppressed her desires for fifteen years, were a perfect match, like dry wood meeting a raging fire, unable to stop. When we got tired of making love, we ate bread and instant noodles in bed; when we were sweaty, we went into the bathroom to shower together, and then had sex with her again in the bathtub; finally, when we were exhausted, we hugged each other naked in bed to keep warm. My big penis, except when I urinated, never left my mother's tender vagina.

After ejaculating for the third time tonight, my penis was so painful that it couldn't get hard again in a short time. My mother gently sucked on my limp penis with her little mouth, licking the white semen off the glans bit by bit.

"Baby, you're so amazing! Mommy's pussy is all red and swollen from all that fucking, it even hurts to pee. But I've come so many times, I feel like I'm in heaven."

"Let me lick Mommy's pussy too!"

My mother's vulva was red and swollen, and her labia minora were everted after several days of continuous fucking, her clitoris was clearly visible, the most sensitive spot on my mother's body. I teased her clitoris with the tip of my tongue, and my mother convulsed as if she had been electrocuted.

Seeing my mother's blissful expression, I couldn't help but pounce on her again, but my penis really couldn't get erect anymore, so I could only use my fingers to thrust in and out of her vagina.

"Oh... baby... Mommy... really can't take it anymore... let Mommy rest for a bit..."

My mother's pussy gushed out a lot of vaginal fluid, and my whole palm was quickly soaked.

"You said no... look... you're really wet now..."

I thought to myself as I played with my mother's vulva: Now that things have come to this, is it still necessary to hide the fact that I planned to rape her that day? But if I don't say anything, I feel terrible.

My mother, who was originally enjoying my "fingering," noticed my movements were sometimes slow and sometimes fast, and that I seemed to be deep in thought. She took the initiative to push my hand away and pulled my fingers out of her vulva.

"My little darling, is something on your mind? Is it related to Mommy? Tell me."

"Mom... if... I have done some... excessive things in the past, will you forgive me?"

My mother smiled and gently stroked my cheek with a kind expression. She seemed to know what I wanted to say.

"If Mom had done anything wrong to you, would you forgive her?"

"Mom...why do you say that?"

"Don't you find it strange? Er Dai has come to our house so many times, how could I not recognize him?"

"What! Mom...you know about this..."

"Sigh...it's time to tell the truth. Actually, I not only know Er Dai, but I also know his mother."

"You even know his mother? And why didn't you...that day..."

"You didn't expose your trick? Where did this come from..."

"Could it be that Mom pretended not to know you because she wanted to go along with it, knowing we were deliberately planning to abuse you?"

"You're only half right. This whole thing was actually arranged by me long ago. Er Dai is just an actor."

"How...how could this be...it was clearly me..."

"Three months ago, I went to Er Dai's house to discuss something with his mother. I didn't find her, but I unexpectedly discovered something."

"Let me guess...it must be Er Dai and his sister..."

"That's right, just as you guessed. I accidentally stumbled upon Er Dai and his sister making love wildly in their room, almost to the point of oblivion, not even noticing someone else outside. Having not made love for over a decade, to be honest, watching the two siblings make love aroused my desire as well, and your image immediately flashed into my mind… The siblings before me, in my eyes, felt like you and me…"

"Just as I was lost in my sexual fantasy, the siblings finally noticed me. They knew I had seen everything, and there was no hiding. Er Dai and his sister had been having incestuous relations behind their mother's back for over three years, and now that I'd discovered it, they were terrified I would tell their mother, so they begged me to keep it a secret. A sudden idea struck me…"

"Mom actually used Er Dai and his sister to stage a sex scene for me. No wonder when Er Dai was raping his sister, she didn't resist at all. Then Er Dai encouraged me to do the same to Mom..." "You know what happened next." "

After all that, I thought I was plotting against Mom, but it turns out Mom plotted against me!"

"You... are you angry...?"

"More than angry! I'm about to explode! I'm going to teach you a lesson!"

So, after the truth came out, I endured the pain in my penis and fiercely fucked my mother's swollen, tender cunt. As punishment for being deceived…

Chapter One: Forced by Helplessness

One summer afternoon, I was taking a nap in my room when suddenly, a scream came from my mother's room. I rushed to her room, and as soon as I entered, I was hit hard on the back of the head by an unknown object. By the time I realized there was another person hiding behind the door, I had already lost consciousness…

I don't know how long I was unconscious. When I slowly woke up, I felt a terrible pain in the back of my head. As I reached out to touch it, I found that my hands and feet were tightly bound with rope, and I couldn't move at all. I looked up… My mother, like me, was unable to move her limbs. Beside her stood a man with a headscarf covering his head, only his eyes visible, who was glaring menacingly around the room.

When my mother saw me wake up, she thanked God excitedly, while the man nonchalantly brandished the knife in his hand.

"What do you want? If you want money, take whatever you want from the house, but don't hurt my mother."

"Haha, ridiculous! I searched your house thoroughly, and there's nothing of value. We're in this line of work, taking money is one thing, but you have nothing. How can I just leave like this?"

The thug turned to look at my mother lying on the ground, letting out a sinister laugh. A sudden sense of foreboding washed over me. He lowered his head, reaching out to touch my mother's cheek, making her tremble with fear.

"Stop! Don't touch my mother..."

"So what if I do? Come and hit me!"

My mother was terrified. She wanted to escape, but where could she run to? A puddle of yellowish water gradually spread on the floor where my mother lay, and I realized that she had been so frightened that she had even lost control of her bladder.

"No...don't hurt me...I beg you..."

"Alright, alright. Since you're begging me, I'm not heartless. So, let your son suffer for you." After saying that, he turned and walked towards me, still fiddling with his butterfly knife.

"No! Please don't hurt my son!"

"This puts me in a difficult position. I'm in a terrible mood today and I have to vent my anger on someone. You say you won't hurt me, but I can't hurt your son either. I can't hurt myself, can I?"

My mother was frantic and didn't know what to do. But seeing that the thug wouldn't give up and was holding a knife to hurt me, she had no choice but to agree to whatever the thug asked.

"Don't... don't hurt my son... hurt me instead..."

"No..."

Suddenly, I was kicked hard in the waist. The pain almost made me faint. At this moment, even if I wanted to scream, I couldn't make a sound. I could only watch helplessly as the thug approached my mother step by step. My mother's eyes showed panic, and her whole body trembled. The thug mercilessly forced my mother face down onto the bed, forcibly removing her skirt and underwear, and then reached under her crotch to grope her genitals...

"Wow! Such a tender and plump pussy... You can't even tell that this is a pussy that has given birth..."

The thug spread my mother's legs, and from my angle, I could clearly see that my mother's genitals were covered with thick, curly pubic hair, which was covered with urine. The more the thug looked, the more excited he became. He spread his mother's labia with his left hand and slowly inserted his middle finger into her vagina with his right, thrusting in and out... thrusting in and out...

"Haha... you said you didn't want it, look, your juices are all over the bed."

While thrusting his finger in and out, the thug took off his pants. But at that moment, he suddenly screamed, "No... no way! At this very moment... I can't get hard." His eyes flashed with malice. The thug, who was about to violate his mother, couldn't get an erection. He kicked his mother off the bed in anger. His mother rolled to my side and nodded to me, indicating that she was relieved that she hadn't been violated further.

"No, I have to make you lose your virginity today, otherwise I won't be able to quell my resentment... You! You take my place! I want to see you and your son perform."

The thug pointed a knife at my nose, fantasizing that I should take his place, insisting that we, mother and son, commit incest. How could I possibly agree to his absurd request?

"Aren't you afraid I'll kill you?"

"Kill me if you want, I'll be a hero again in eighteen years."

Seeing my resolve, the thug turned to my mother and threatened, "You've got guts, but your old mother might not agree to let you die."

"You! If you don't have some passionate lovemaking with your son, and make me happy, don't blame me for stabbing a few holes in your son!"

My mother was in a terrible predicament. She had never considered having a relationship with her son, but a gleaming knife was pressed against my neck. With just a little force, my life would be in danger. My mother sighed and tilted her head back, saying: "Put the knife down! I'll do whatever you want."

The thug loosened the ropes binding the mother's hands and feet, and sat down alone to watch the incestuous scene between mother and son that was about to unfold.

"Take off your clothes first. I don't want to see any clothes on you."

The mother's lower body was already naked. At the thug's request, she first took off her top, and then removed all my clothes.

"Mom...please don't! I'd rather die than let you..."

"Stop talking, son...it's all fate. Just do as I say this time! I can't let you get hurt."

"Look, how touching, such great maternal love. Well then, why don't you give him a blowjob first!"

My mother held my scrotum in one hand and picked up my penis with the other, putting it in her mouth. In an instant, I felt my penis being enveloped by my mother's warm, smooth lips and tongue. A strong suction pulled my penis in, and I involuntarily thrust my body forward. Instantly, my mother's entire face was pressed against my crotch. I could

even clearly feel the breath from my mother's nose blowing on my pubic hair...that feeling...

was so...comfortable.

Under my mother's rhythmic sucking, my penis suddenly became erect, which made me feel ashamed. How could I have such lewd thoughts in front of my mother who was being forced to perform oral sex on me? But my mother's little mouth was so enchanting. With each suck, my penis swelled up a bit more, and in the end, it almost reached my mother's throat.

Urged on by the thugs, my mother quickened her sucking pace. I could only see my lustful penis constantly moving in and out of her mouth. A tingling sensation traveled from the head of my penis to my brain, and I knew I was about to ejaculate.

"Mom...stop...I...I can't...I'm going to come..."

"Don't stop, let it shoot into your mouth, and swallow every last drop."

A thick liquid shot out from my body. At the same time, my mother's movements stopped. I could only hear gurgling sounds coming from her throat. She really swallowed every last drop of my semen before slowly spitting my limp penis out of her mouth.

"Very good, you're such an obedient mother."

"I've done everything you asked, now you can let us go, right?"

"What a joke, the game has only just begun. Look, your son's thing is soft again. I want you to masturbate in front of him until it gets hard again." "

You...you're a devil..."

"I've never been a good person. Anyway, if you do anything to my liking, I'll cut off one of your son's fingers first. I want to see how many fingers he has left."

My mother looked at me helplessly, her face turning pale and then red. I lowered my head shyly, not daring to look my mother in the eye.

"Child, look up at your mother. Now that things have come to this, we both need to be brave."

When I looked up, my mother was already sitting directly in front of me, her legs spread wide open, one hand cupping and kneading her breast, the other hand pressing against her genitals and rubbing her clitoris.

This was the first time I had ever seen a woman masturbate, but I never expected the object to be my own mother. To rekindle my desire, my mother not only deliberately displayed her private parts in front of me, but also made many obscene and lewd gestures for me to enjoy. I looked at my mother, her eyes tightly closed, her face showing an extremely thirsty expression, which even I, her own son, couldn't help but feel aroused.

A pair of snow-white, plump breasts, bruised and red from my mother's own kneading, I even noticed that her two raisin-like nipples were erect from engorgement, and a clear secretion seeped from her genitals, staining her fingers. At this moment, I could no longer tell whether my mother's joyful and intoxicated expression was a realistic performance to save my life, or whether she was unconsciously arousing her own desires and enjoying herself.

I felt a wave of dizziness, followed by dry mouth, flushed face, and palpitations. I knew I was about to reach the edge of resistance. If it weren't for these ropes binding me, I would have already rushed forward, regardless of who the other person was. To me, all I saw was a woman, a body brimming with lust. I wanted to have sex with her, to plunge my penis deep into her core, and then ejaculate every last drop of my semen into her thirsty cavity…

My mother squinted at my genitals, noticing that my penis had become erect again within minutes. She was both surprised and embarrassed, after all, she had used her own body to arouse her son's lust. I imagine she must have felt conflicted at that moment, unsure whether to feel gratified by her allure or ashamed of her lewd behavior.

"Young man, you're really something, regaining your virility in just a few minutes. Mom's not bad either, look at the slutty energy you have when you masturbate, if I weren't feeling unwell today, I would have fucked you to death, you slut. Now, you're in for a treat, my good son... Kid, it's your turn."

The thug cut the rope binding me, but the butterfly knife in his hand never left my mother's neck. He threatened me that if I made any move to resist, my mother's life would be in danger. I looked at my mother helplessly, and she was looking at me with desperate eyes. She nodded at me, as if to tell me that saving my life was the most important thing.

"Mom... what should I do...?"

"Just listen to him! It's no use saying anything now."

"Very well, since Mom has already served her son, now it's the son's turn to honor his mother. You, kneel down and lick your mother's penis. If you can't lick her until she's overflowing with lustful juices, watch out for your dog's life!" My

mother sat on the edge of the bed and beckoned to me, then slightly spread her legs, pulled my right hand over and pressed it against the tangled pubic hair on her vulva, telling me to lick that spot and not to mind that it was dirty, that saving my life was the priority.

"Mom... Mom's... it's not dirty at all... I'm sorry to trouble you..."

My mother nodded, and I knelt between her legs, reaching out to spread her legs apart so that my head could easily bury itself inside. The first thing that caught my eye was the thick, curly pubic hair on my mother's vulva. Each hair was sparse and thin, growing loosely on her slightly protruding labia majora, which were dark brown, a stark contrast to the snow-white skin of her inner thighs. From the cleft of her pubic flesh, two thin labia minora peeked outwards, covered with a layer of clear secretion, resembling snail meat.

This was the first time in my life I had observed a woman's genitals so closely, but at that moment, my desire outweighed my curiosity. Like a starving traveler seeing a delicious meal, I wanted nothing more than to devour it.

I boldly stuck out my tongue and licked back and forth along the cleft of my mother's vulva. The vulva, indeed, is a woman's most sensitive area. After only a few gentle licks, my mother trembled as if electrocuted. I probed her vagina further with my tongue, and she let out moans, spreading her legs even wider.

With her legs spread, her vulva was more clearly visible. The assailant kept shouting that he couldn't see it and told my mother to lift her legs onto the bed. This put my mother in a squatting position, holding her legs in place with her hands, her lower body naturally protruding. Her previously tightly closed labia were now slightly parted, revealing a small opening about the size of a finger. My mother pointed to a slightly raised spot above her labia minora, telling me that licking that spot would make her wet more quickly. Sure enough, after a few flicks of my tongue, my mother's love juices gushed out like a flood, making a "splashing" sound as my tongue licked them.

"Kid, your old lady swallowed every last drop of your semen, now don't let your mother's juices go to waste, lick them dry, suck them dry."

I opened my mouth wide, covering my mother's entire vulva, sucking up large mouthfuls of her love juices. My mother seemed extremely excited; judging from her expression, she seemed to have forgotten her situation, actually clamping her legs around my neck, holding my head tightly with her hands, and thrusting her lower body forward desperately. My face was pressed tightly against her vulva, unable to move, even having difficulty breathing. Finally, at the thug's shout, we were separated.

"It seems your relationship has improved quite a bit, and I've become your benefactor, haha!"

I glanced at my mother, who kept her head down and remained silent. She was like a walking corpse, obeying the thugs' every word without any resistance. I felt a pang of sadness, but there was nothing I could do.

"Have you rested enough? Now it's time for the main event. Son, you've already licked the place where you were born. Now, I want your little brother to come in and sit for a bit. That way, you two can become even closer."

I looked at my mother without saying anything. At the same time, my mother shifted her gaze to my face, a bitter smile appearing on her lips, but she didn't say anything more, as if telling me, "Child, just do it!"

"Mom... I... I can't... I can't..."

My mother gently stroked my cheeks with her hands, wiping away the tears from the corners of my eyes, giving me a gentle smile, and without waiting for my consent, she lay down on the bed.

"Child, close your eyes and imagine the girl you've longed for lying in bed, and then...and then...

Mom will help you. Let Mom bear all the blame!"

Before this moment, I was still a virgin. Forget about techniques, I didn't even know where to begin, let alone that the other woman was my own mother. What should I do? My penis was erect, and my mother on the bed had her legs spread wide, waiting for my arrival. My hesitation made the assailant impatient. He slowly walked to the bedside, grabbed my mother's soft breasts, and told me that if I didn't act soon, my mother's beautiful breasts would have several ugly scars.

"Don't touch my mom, I'll do it."

I gently pressed down on my mother and hugged her. My mother whispered in my ear, reminding me what to do. Guided by my mother, I lifted her buttocks slightly to expose her vulva for easy intercourse. My mother guided my penis to the entrance of her vagina with her hand and raised her lower body to meet it. My body sank down, and my thick penis slid effortlessly into my mother's vagina. My mother's vagina was warm and elastic, tightly enveloping my entire penis. With a few gentle thrusts, my mother's legs opened and closed in rhythm with my movements.

"Child... just be your... Mom... Mom can take it..."

I never knew making love could be such a wonderful thing. From the moment my penis entered my mother's vagina, I even forgot that the woman in front of me was the mother who gave me life. I wanted to moan ecstatically and thrust wildly, but I knew that was wrong. At least in this situation, I couldn't show any pleasure.

During the thrusting, I secretly glanced at my mother. I saw that her eyes were tightly closed, her lips pursed as if in pain and pleasure, and the muscles on her face were somewhat clenched. It was hard to tell what she was feeling at that moment. I silently thrust my penis in and out, and all I could hear were the heavy breathing of the two of us and the "plop plop" sounds of the thrusting. My mother seemed to want to say something, but she still held back.

"Mom...are you...alright...?"

"I'm fine...don't stop...be careful...the thugs...they might harm you..."

I had just experienced my mother's oral skills, which had already made my whole body go numb. Now, I was exploring my mother's secret garden, which was thousands of times faster and more beautiful than my mother's little mouth. I thrust faster and faster, and my mother's movements became more intense. She wrapped her arms around my waist, her legs arching high in the air with each thrust. The more frantically I pumped, the louder my mother's moans grew. In this way, my panting, my mother's moans, and the jarring sounds of the bed shaking intertwined into a beautiful and splendid symphony of sex, until I poured the last drop of hot semen onto my mother's vulva, bringing it to a close...

As I slowly withdrew my limp penis from my mother's vagina, a thick stream of semen gushed from her slightly parted vulva. I felt both ashamed and proud. Looking at my expressionless mother, I could only say that what's done is done, and the facts can never be changed.

Chapter Two: The Ambiguous

Situation The assailant was gone. I grabbed the phone to call the police, but my mother quickly stopped me.

"Why won't you let me call the police?"

"What's the use of calling the police? The assailant didn't take a single penny from the house

, and he didn't even actually assault me. What's the point of calling the police? Besides, in the end, it wasn't the assailant who assaulted me, but..." Before she could finish, my mother went to her room alone, leaving behind a mess. I stared at the stain on the sheets, recalling everything that had just happened. It had come so fast, so suddenly, as if it were all a dream.

For several days afterward, my mother locked herself in her room. I knew she was deeply affected, and I didn't know how to comfort her. My mother wouldn't mention what had happened that day, but I desperately wanted to know what she was thinking after experiencing it.

For the past few days, my mother and I have been filled with anxiety, unable to sleep at night. Lying alone in bed, my mind races. Looking at the clock on the wall, it's already two in the morning… Suddenly, the light in my mother's room came on. I heard her get up, and driven by curiosity, I tiptoed to her door. Peeking through the crack, I saw my mother sitting at her dressing table with her back to me, combing her waist-length hair, and humming a cheerful tune.

I was completely bewildered. My mother had been avoiding me these past few days, and I thought she must be saddened by what happened that day. Why would she be humming a happy song alone in the middle of the night?

Erdai and I were drinking buddies we met in junior high. Although he was always aimless, he was a very loyal friend, which is why we quickly became sworn brothers, hanging out together every day doing silly things.

One day, Erdai came to visit. My mother greeted him very warmly. After seeing my mother, Erdai's expression changed. After entering my room, Erdai excitedly grabbed me, saying I was a lucky guy.

"Erdai, are you out of your mind?"

"Wow! Your mom is so beautiful! If you hadn't told me, I would have really thought she was your older sister."

"So what if my mom is beautiful? She's still my mom."

Erdai's lips curled into a strange smile, and he whispered mysteriously in my ear.

"Actually, I've had a really novel plan for a long time, but it requires two people to execute, so I haven't been able to get started yet. We're sworn brothers, and I trust you. You have to help me this time to fulfill my long-held wish. Of course, I won't let you down."

"What is it? Stop being so mysterious."

"I heard your parents divorced almost five years ago, and you've lived with your mother since you were little. Honestly, how do you feel about your mother?"

"A mother is a mother, what feelings could I have!"

"Stop pretending. We've known each other for a while now. Don't I know your reserved nature? If it were me, living with such a beautiful mother every day, it would be strange if I didn't have some inappropriate thoughts."

Hearing Er Dai's words, I was initially a little angry. Of all people to joke about, why did he have to joke about me and my mother? But I asked myself honestly, have I really never had any dirty thoughts about this beautiful mother since I was a child? In fact, long before I gradually understood matters between men and women, my mother had been the best object of my sexual fantasies.

To my mother, I was just a child, but to me, she was also a sexy woman. When it was hot, her slightly thin clothing and short skirts were enough to arouse my desire, let alone spending all day alone with her. Er Dai was absolutely right; it was true that I loved my mother, but deep down, her body was also a source of my desire. I was just ashamed to admit it in front of Er Dai.

"You said you have a strange idea, tell me about it!" I deliberately changed the subject, but my purpose was still to hear Er Dai's opinion.

"You've seen my older sister, what do you think of her looks?"

"Your older sister? To be honest, she's alright-looking, but her figure is amazing, especially those big breasts. Seeing them makes me want to… wait, you don't mean you want to…"

"That's right, no wonder she's my sworn sister, she gets it right away."

"Wait, this… this is incest! You're not serious, are you?!"

"Since I was little, I've had a wish: to one day sleep with my older sister. Every time I peeked at her showering or going to the bathroom, seeing her big, hairy penis, I couldn't resist the urge to rush in, pin her to the ground, and rape her, then thrust my cock into her hard..."

As he spoke, Er Dai got excited, grabbed a large pillow from my room, and pretended to thrust into it. I could almost see Er Dai thrusting into his shapely older sister. At the same time,

many disjointed fragments of the past inexplicably surfaced in my mind...

I remember once, my mother and I went to a small temple on a nearby mountain to worship the gods. On the way down the mountain, my mother suddenly had to urinate, but looking around, there wasn't a single place to hide, let alone a public toilet. In desperation, my mother had to ask me to stand guard while she relieved herself on the spot.

I turned away for a while, but I still couldn't hear my mother urinating. I thought it was because she had been holding it in for too long. Out of curiosity, I turned around to peek, but then my mother let out a "shh..." and a stream of golden liquid gushed out from between her legs, lasting for a full half minute.

Driven by curiosity, my eyes never left my mother's genitals. This was the first time I had ever seen my mother's beautiful vulva, and what impressed me even more was the embarrassing state she was in while urinating.

After my mother finished urinating, she realized she had forgotten to bring toilet paper. Unable to find anything to use as a substitute, and seeing her genitals soaked from the spray, she knew she had to wipe herself. Reluctantly, she took off her underwear to use as toilet paper, hastily wiping herself before stuffing it into her pocket, adjusting her skirt, and straightening her clothes, acting as if nothing had happened.

But I witnessed everything from beginning to end. All the way home, only one thing kept running through my mind: my mother wasn't wearing anything under her skirt!

When I got home, I found the underwear my mother used to wipe her genitals in the pile of laundry in the bathroom. I secretly hid it and went back to my room. I savored my mother's underwear, carefully unfolding the rolled-up piece and smelling it intently, afraid of missing even a trace of her scent. Ironically, I had never known what "mother's scent" meant before that. I

only remember that after that incident, I became obsessed with my mother's underwear. My mother wasn't a flirtatious woman; on the contrary, she was conservative and reserved. This could be seen from the style of her underwear: simple designs and plain colors. Occasionally, she would have a few more sexy underwear, but she rarely took them out to change into. It seemed that she only chose a few more colorful underwear to match her clothes in the summer.

Even so, the faint fishy smell emanating from my mother's underwear

involuntarily reminded me of her wet, urine-soaked genitals...

Having masturbated with my mother's underwear for so many years, I've longed to actually have sex with her, but whenever I have incestuous thoughts, a strange sense of guilt washes over me. Besides, my mother isn't the kind of woman who does things casually; even if I wanted to seduce her, it would be a pipe dream.

"Hey, wake up, what are you daydreaming about?" Er Dai shook me forcefully, and I realized I had been lost in thought.

"By the way, is your plan really feasible?"

"Actually, you know without me saying it, you want to rape my older sister, or you want to sleep with your mother..."

"Pah! When did I say I wanted to sleep with..."

"Stop pretending, look at how distraught you were just now, anyone could see it."

I didn't argue further, just curious what kind of brilliant plan this idiot could come up with.

"The biggest obstacle is 'incest,' but if one day we are forced to violate each other under duress, would that still be called incest?" "

What nonsense are you spouting? What do you mean you have to abuse the other person? There's no such logic in this world."

"If a bad guy threatened you with a knife and said he'd kill you if your mom didn't let you have sex with him, would you do that to your mom who loves you like her own precious darling?"

I have to admit that even this idiot Erdai has his moments of clarity. This idea is truly brilliant. Not only can it fulfill his long-cherished wish, but afterwards, he might also be afraid of the incestuous affair being exposed and just accept his bad luck. There really are no side effects at all.

"You...are you really going to do this...?"

Er Dai nodded resolutely and said, "If you can't bring yourself to sleep with your mother, then help me sleep with my older sister first. After it's done, my big-breasted sister might even get some sex through you."

I think I was blinded by lust, and I don't know why I agreed to Er Dai's request. Perhaps deep down, I still longed to have sex with my mother. As for the question of incest, it was just an excuse for my cowardice.

Er Dai's sister was one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen. Not only was she beautiful, but her figure was also top-notch, especially her magnificent breasts, which were the envy of countless women and the object of many men's infatuation. No wonder Er Dai came up with such a crazy idea. Just think about my relationship with my mother, and you'll understand how Er Dai feels about his sister.

"So? Have you thought it over?"

"I don't think it's a good idea. What if your older sister insists on calling the police? If things get out, we'll be in big trouble."

Although I said that, I thought the idea was brilliant. It might not work on Er Dai's sister, but it would definitely work on my mother.

"Then let's deal with your mother first."

I thought and thought, but I couldn't make up my mind. How could I bring myself to do it to my mother?

"Don't think so much. Let's start with my older sister!"

Unable to resist Er Dai's repeated temptations, I finally agreed. Just as Er Dai had said, things went very smoothly. I pretended to be the bad guy and molested his beautiful older sister for about ten minutes, which really satisfied my urge to be a pervert. If I hadn't made a promise to Er Dai beforehand, I really might have been unable to control myself and wanted to "really" do bad things to his sister. The

next part of the story was Er Dai, who was acting pitiful. Although it was just acting, Er Dai's skilled sexual techniques were surprisingly good. However, I was a little puzzled by his sister's reaction. Did she really not care at all about being humiliated by her own brother? What I saw on her face was more shyness than fear.

Standing there, I felt like I'd just watched a spectacular erotic show, and I even wished I were the male lead. This only fueled my urge to harm my mother.

Surprisingly, things went smoothly. A few days later, when I saw the two siblings again, they were laughing and chatting, completely oblivious to the pain of being defiled. I kept wondering, after my mother and I had that kind of experience, would I end up like the two siblings?

"I promise you it will."

"So sure? What makes you so sure?"

"Don't ask so many questions, just trust me. Just look at me and my sister now. I'll let you in on a secret: ever since that day, my sister has actually been the one to propose to me."

"No idiot? I don't believe you."

Er Dai led me to his sister's room and rummaged through the trash can next to her bed. He found a wad of toilet paper, and inside was a used condom.

"This is what we left behind after we did it last night. The evidence is irrefutable. Now do you believe me?"

The condom in front of me forced me to believe Er Dai's words, but the only thing I didn't understand was, even if Er Dai and his sister could do it, it didn't mean my mom and I could. Why was Er Dai so confident?

Finally, amidst the turmoil, I raped my mother. Just as Er Dai had said, her reaction was unusually calm; aside from her recent tendency to avoid me, there seemed to be nothing amiss. However, the situation where Er Dai and his sister could rekindle their relationship didn't happen to me.

This continued, with my mother showing no "special" or "abnormal" reaction, which only deepened my suspicions.

"There must be another reason," I thought to myself.

The situation remained unresolved, but this tormented me both physically and mentally. I couldn't help but ask Er Dai for his opinion, but he always nonchalantly told me, "A woman's mind is actually very difficult to fathom."

For a month, every night, I saw the light in my mother's room stay on until 3 a.m. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore and mustered the courage to barge into her bedroom.

"Mom...are you asleep?"

"Oh! You're here! What are you standing there for? Come in!"

My mother didn't seem surprised at all, as if she had been waiting for me.

"You've come at the right time. Mom wants to have a good talk with you." My mother didn't even ask why I was there; it was as if she already knew what I wanted to ask her.

We sat on the edge of the bed, close together. Since "that" incident, my mother and I had never been able to sit so close together. My mother wanted to speak, but hesitated several times. I just waited patiently for her.

"You know... how hard it was for your mother to raise you all by herself."

"Mom... I'm sorry... that day... I..."

"Mom doesn't blame you at all. In fact, Mom doesn't care at all."

"I... did something bad to Mom..."

"It was unavoidable, Mom knows. You don't need to feel too guilty. On the contrary, as a mother, being able to do something for my son, although it's very embarrassing, I don't regret it at all."

My mother's tone didn't sound like that of a woman who had been humiliated by her son.

"I'm sorry to have made you suffer... Mom..."

My mother hesitated for a moment, a blush appearing on her face. She didn't dare to look me in the eye, only stealing glances at me from the corner of her eye.

"Perhaps you think these shouldn't come from a mother's mouth, but... I still want to tell you... I... have been a widow for fifteen years since your father passed away. For these fifteen years, I've remained chaste, not because I'm some kind of paragon of virtue, but because I've always felt... even if I were to give myself away, it should be to someone worthy of my trust..."

"I've broken my mother's chastity for fifteen years, I... I deserve to die!"

The mother shook her head again: "Actually, I've long had someone I liked, but... the timing wasn't right for me, so I've been waiting... waiting for him... waiting for the right time."

"You have an ideal person in your heart? I've never heard you mention it before? I've never seen you interact with other men."

"Yes, perhaps it was just a twist of fate that Mom fell in love with a man she shouldn't have. My heart is in turmoil and pain, but none of that matters anymore, because I've made the right choice." "

I don't understand...you mean...you've already given yourself to that man?"

"Don't you understand? You wicked thing!"

My mother's words were like a bolt from the blue! The man my mother was talking about was me!

Yes, I hadn't misheard; my mother was talking about me. This was utterly ridiculous—a mother who loved her own son, only to be tricked and raped by him! If I had known this would happen, why would I have gone through all that trouble to act out this whole charade with Er Dai?

My mother buried her face in the blankets in embarrassment, while I, still reeling from the shock, couldn't quite process what had happened.

So it turns out I was the person my mother loved most, and the man she waited for for fifteen years as a widow was also me. Rather than saying I raped my mother, it would be more accurate to say I simply did what my mother wanted.

My mother's body leaned against the bed, her figure appearing exceptionally graceful under her thin, sexy nightgown. Since my mother had confessed her feelings to me without reservation, what was there for me to hold back? I also burrowed into the covers, facing my mother.

My mother's rapid, warm breaths kept spraying onto my face. I couldn't see her expression from under the covers, which only deepened the space for my imagination. I slowly pulled my mother's body into my arms, and when her breasts pressed tightly against my chest, I realized that my mother wasn't wearing a bra at all. Her engorged nipples were as hard as two small marbles.

"Mom... I love you so much... Let's love each other well!"

"Mom, I... have been yours for a long time... I'm so happy, my little darling has finally grown up, he's a grown man now. My fifteen years of hard work and waiting haven't been in vain."

"Actually, I... have always wanted to... be with you, Mom... Mom has always been my idol."

"Idols are unattainable. I'd rather be your lover."

"Yes! From now on, I'll be Mom's lover for life. Then... shouldn't lovers do what they love?"

"Hehe!" My mother finally managed a laugh from the awkward situation, easing the serious atmosphere. "What's the rush? Didn't I already say... I'm already yours?"

Chapter Three: The Truth

For several days, my mother and I didn't leave the house at all. Only one thing occupied our minds: "Making love." We

made love non-stop, tightly entwined from dawn till dusk. We used every imaginable position to inject my seemingly inexhaustible semen into my mother's already depleted vagina.

My mother and I, one a virgin who had never tasted the pleasures of the world, the other a resentful woman who had suppressed her desires for fifteen years, were a perfect match, like dry wood meeting a raging fire, unable to stop. When we got tired of making love, we ate bread and instant noodles in bed; when we were sweaty, we went into the bathroom to shower together, and then had sex with her again in the bathtub; finally, when we were exhausted, we hugged each other naked in bed to keep warm. My big penis, except when I urinated, never left my mother's tender vagina.

After ejaculating for the third time tonight, my penis was so painful that it couldn't get hard again in a short time. My mother gently sucked on my limp penis with her little mouth, licking the white semen off the glans bit by bit.

"Baby, you're so amazing! Mommy's pussy is all red and swollen from all that fucking, it even hurts to pee. But I've come so many times, I feel like I'm in heaven."

"Let me lick Mommy's pussy too!"

My mother's vulva was red and swollen, and her labia minora were everted after several days of continuous fucking, her clitoris was clearly visible, the most sensitive spot on my mother's body. I teased her clitoris with the tip of my tongue, and my mother convulsed as if she had been electrocuted.

Seeing my mother's blissful expression, I couldn't help but pounce on her again, but my penis really couldn't get erect anymore, so I could only use my fingers to thrust in and out of her vagina.

"Oh... baby... Mommy... really can't take it anymore... let Mommy rest for a bit..."

My mother's pussy gushed out a lot of vaginal fluid, and my whole palm was quickly soaked.

"You said no... look... you're really wet now..."

I thought to myself as I played with my mother's vulva: Now that things have come to this, is it still necessary to hide the fact that I planned to rape her that day? But if I don't say anything, I feel terrible.

My mother, who was originally enjoying my "fingering," noticed my movements were sometimes slow and sometimes fast, and that I seemed to be deep in thought. She took the initiative to push my hand away and pulled my fingers out of her vulva.

"My little darling, is something on your mind? Is it related to Mommy? Tell me."

"Mom... if... I have done some... excessive things in the past, will you forgive me?"

My mother smiled and gently stroked my cheek with a kind expression. She seemed to know what I wanted to say.

"If your mother had done something wrong to you, would you forgive her?"

"Mom...why do you say that?"

"Don't you find it strange? Er Dai has come to our house so many times, how could I not recognize him?"

"What! Mom...you know about this..."

"Sigh... it's time to tell the truth. Actually, I not only know Erdai, but I also know his mother."

"You even know his mother? And why didn't you... that day?"

"You didn't expose your trick? How do you even begin to explain this..."

"Could it be that your mother pretended not to know you because she wanted to go along with it, knowing that we were deliberately planning to assault you?"

"That's only half the story. This whole thing was actually arranged by me long ago. Erdai was just an actor."

"How... how could this be... it was clearly me..."

"Three months ago, I went to Erdai's house to discuss something with his mother. I didn't find her, but I unexpectedly discovered something."

"Let me guess...it must be Er Dai and his sister..."

"That's right, just as you guessed. I accidentally stumbled upon Er Dai and his sister making love wildly in their room, almost to the point of oblivion, not even noticing someone else outside. Honestly, after not having sex for over a decade, watching the two siblings make love aroused my desire as well. Immediately, your image flashed into my mind...the siblings before me, in my eyes, were you and me..."

"Just as I was lost in my sexual fantasies, the siblings finally discovered me. They knew I'd seen everything, and there was no hiding it. Erdai and his sister had been having incestuous relations behind their mother's back for over three years. Now that I'd found out, they were terrified I'd tell their mother, so they begged me to keep it a secret. A sudden idea struck me..." "

Mom actually used Erdai and his sister to stage a sex scene for me. No wonder when Erdai was raping his sister, she didn't resist at all. And then Erdai encouraged me to..." "You know what happened next." "

So, after all that, I thought I was plotting against Mom, but it turns out Mom plotted against me!"

"You...are you angry...?"

"I'm not just angry! I'm absolutely furious! I'm going to teach you a lesson!"

And so, after the truth came out, I endured the pain in my penis and fiercely fucked my mother's swollen, tender cunt, as the...

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