My naughty mother when I was in Taipei

As I was watching my newly downloaded HD version of Ip Man: The Prequel, my phone vibrated a few times on the table before falling into the trash can under the table. I cursed under my breath and quickly picked it up to see who was disturbing my break. A woman's voice came from the other end of the line, asking, "Have you eaten yet? What are you doing now?" Yes, if it were before, I would have immediately replied, "Honey~ what are you doing?" Unfortunately, that bitch ran off with someone driving a new Mazda 3. At least I have two nice cars.

But one is an old Audi, and the other is a bicycle I use for school…

Damn it, a man's ambition should be to see the world. At least I save energy and carbon emissions by cycling, which is my small contribution to the planet. The person

on the other end of the phone was my mom. I originally lived in Yilan, which is known as "beautiful mountains, beautiful water, and boring." Screw your boringness! If you're so boring, why the hell do all these tourists come? It's fine if the Hsuehshan Tunnel is blocked, but won't the trash be taken away by itself? My mom opened a noodle shop and even hired a foreign worker to help. It's not exactly delicious, but there are always crowds of people coming and no trash being taken away.

Back when I wasn't studying in Taipei, every weekend, a bunch of brainless out-of-town customers would bring in drinks, but they wouldn't take them away. There were four big red characters outside saying "No Outside Food Allowed." I really wanted to ask, "Are you fucking unable to read Chinese? Or are you fucking colorblind?"

Damn it, I could only curse in my heart. In business, harmony brings wealth, and money will naturally come. So I just kept collecting drink cans, cursing in my mind again and again, "Fuck you!" as I looked at the handmade beverage shops next door, and next door, and next door.

I really wanted to deliver all the collected beverage cans to his house for free, and say, "I advocate for resource recycling and reuse. Protecting the environment is everyone's responsibility, so I've 'removed the film, rinsed, and dried' all your beverage cups, and even 'flattened them for free' to save space.

I originally wanted you to come to my house to collect them, but since I'm being a good person and want to go all the way, I'll give you a discount today. The cost is originally five dollars per cup, but considering we're all doing our part for nature, I'll give you a discount: three dollars per cup, cash only, no drinks exchange.

There are three big bags here today; take them in and count them yourself. There might be another bag later, and I'll come back to collect the money then. That's all, bye."

I listened to the phone call and asked my mother what was wrong. She said her foreign worker's contract had been signed, so she wanted to temporarily close the shop for a few days and also wanted to come to Taipei for a visit.

She asked if her mother could squeeze into the apartment. Looking at my not-so-big suite, I felt reluctant, but I hadn't seen my mother for half a year, so I agreed.

That day, my mother took the train north, and I personally met her at Taipei Station. But then, damn it, it started pouring rain, making us wait at the station for a while. When the rain subsided, I quickly hopped on my old Dijon, packed my mother's luggage in plastic bags, and headed straight for the Taipei suite.

As the saying goes, "When it rains, it pours."

That's right, just one alleyway away, suddenly the sky split open and a waterfall started pouring down, soaking my mom and me to the bone before we rushed upstairs.

I stood at the door for a moment, telling my mother which way was the toilet so she could go in and take a hot shower first. I, however, was dripping wet, looking like a drowned rat, so I just stood on the stairs letting the water drip in, staring out the window pretending to be a melancholic hunk.

My roommate across the hall, like me, was a college student who sometimes brought his girlfriend back to his room for the night. His girlfriend's moans got louder and louder during sex, and I'd even get hard watching Ip Man. As I watched, I started imagining myself as the young Ip Man, wildly fucking some high-ranking official's daughter, wearing a fitted cheongsam, her ass swaying, accompanied by the moans from across the hall. So I stopped watching Ip Man and started watching porn.

I'm actually quite mischievous; I like playing pranks, and I'm always talking nonsense—not at all like someone from a supposedly high-class, civilized place like Taipei.

One time, the guys across the hall started having sex again, so loudly that the apartment at the end of our corridor could hear it. My friends from the rooms to my left and right came out.

I was wearing a suit jacket and holding a megaphone, the kind used for club recruitment. If I didn't have one, I was prepared to shout until I was hoarse. I told a few of my friends to stand behind me. I figured the moaning was about right, and the final sprint was almost over.

Amidst a series of loud "Ahhh~~ Ahhh" moans, I saw some people peeking out of the hallway. Suddenly, I banged on the door and yelled through a megaphone, "You thugs inside, stop struggling! Come out and surrender immediately! If you refuse, we'll break down the door right now. Don't blame us for using force. Countdown, five, four, three..." The door opened a crack, and my friend blushed and said, "Damn it, stop messing around." I pointed the megaphone at his face and said, "I'll yell at your mother's mother! The noise level in this room is over the standard decibel level. You should be grateful I'm telling you this. When the police come knocking, they'll think you're raping an innocent woman and drag you naked into their car. That won't look good."

"Damn... I know, you all better leave now, the other guests will hear us." He slammed the door shut, and the hallway erupted in laughter. Everyone went back to their rooms amidst the jeers. Fifteen minutes later, all that could be heard was a woman yelling, "So embarrassing! I'm never coming back!" followed by a door slamming shut. It's been a while since we've heard anything like that.

Actually, you can't really blame my friend; these student-only apartments are notoriously bad at soundproofing.

Just then, my mother opened the door and called to me, "You're done showering~ Come on in!" I rushed in, not bothering to hide anything from her, stripped naked, threw all my clothes in the laundry basket, grabbed a shirt and underwear, and went to shower. At that moment, I completely failed to notice my mother's gaze.

After showering, I came out shirtless and saw my mother sitting at my computer desk. She was wearing one of my black shirts, which looked even bigger because she's petite. She was also wearing shorts, revealing her milky-white thighs and her toenails, which were painted. The sight

stirred some wicked thoughts within me. I thought of my slut, who knows how many times I've slept with her. We've been broken up for a month now, and I've almost forgotten what it feels like to have sex with a woman.

Now that my mother was in my room, I suddenly felt a semi-erect erection. I quickly sat on the bed, put on my shirt, and covered my penis with the hem of my shirt to make it less noticeable. Then I started chatting with my mother.

I said to my mother, "Today I'll sleep on the floor, you can sleep on the bed.

Also, don't go looking for porn on my hard drive. Your son is studying computer science. If you can find it, I'll jump off the building and stab myself fourteen times in the underworld, hating myself for all the years I've worked so hard on, only to have it all opened by my mother. I'll be too ashamed to face my professors." My mother covered her mouth and laughed, saying, "Your mouth is still the same as always, always talking nonsense. Tell me honestly, which girl did you bully this time?"

Let me describe the layout of my room. As you enter, to the left is the bed. It's not big, but even though we're poor, it has a quilt, mattress, and pillows. Directly in front of the bed is my desk, where I diligently study… and also use it for researching and acquiring knowledge. To the right of the desk are a small TV, a bookshelf, a clothes rack, and a bunch of other odds and ends. Further to the right of the desk is the toilet/bathroom.

My mother then turned to the edge of the bed, crossed her legs, and rested her lower leg against the edge.

I looked at my mother's crotch area through her shorts, squeezed my lips, and swallowed hard.

Afterwards, I took my mother to a night market to experience the unbearably crowded night markets of Taipei. We had a late-night snack, and when we got back, my mother watched the small TV next to her desk while I browsed articles. I didn't dare to go online or download any videos, fearing that my mother might see my webpage and find a picture of an adult film actress on the cover—that would be terrible.

It was quite late, and my mother's biological clock had long since stopped. After she got into bed, she said, "Don't stay up so late. Come up and squeeze in with me tonight."

I thought it was a good idea; the floor was cold, and we were mother and son anyway, so sleeping together wouldn't be a problem.

My mother and I were shoulder to shoulder. I asked if she wanted to turn off the light. She said "Mmm," and then the room was completely dark except for a sliver of light coming through the crack in the door. I could smell my mother's hair, her body odor, and the alluring scent of a mature woman in the air. I turned to my right and realized that my mother was facing away from me. I couldn't sleep all night.

My penis was hard, and my body was hot. I decided to wait until later, until my mother was asleep, and then sneak into the bathroom to masturbate.

My mother's breathing was even, and the scent was very enticing. Although I had those incestuous thoughts, my mother was from a rural family and had rarely talked about sex since I was little, probably because of the simple and honest customs of her generation.

I suppressed my lust and silently chanted, "Great Compassionate Guanyin Bodhisattva, Blessed Mary, you are full of grace! The Lord is with you, Namo Shakyamuni Buddha, Amitabha, may this decree sever the demon in my heart, Amen..." After I realized I had almost finished chanting the names of all the deities I knew, my Soviet-made AK-47-sized penis was still erect.

I decided to secretly get up, go to the bathroom to get a mouthwash cup, fill it with cold water, and pour it to extinguish my lustful thoughts about my mother. I immediately thought, "Damn, I didn't expect the water to be so cold." After repeating it two or three times, along with chanting the "Heart-Cleansing Mantra," it finally subsided. By this time, I was exhausted from being tormented by my erect penis.

Just as I was drifting off to sleep, a saying came to mind that really hit the nail on the head: "There are three unbearable external things in the world: the first is 'not being able to pee,' the second is 'not being able to sleep,' and the third is 'not being able to ejaculate.'" Sigh... even though I only saw it online, it's damn apt.

When I woke up in the morning, it was almost noon. My mother got up, washed up, grabbed a key, went out for a walk, and bought some things before coming back.

As I ate the fried dough sticks and scallion pancakes my mother had bought, I knew immediately which shop they were from. I said to my mother, "Is this soy milk from Yonghe Soy Milk across from the park?" My mother laughed and said, "You know that too? Looks like you know the neighborhood well. It's about time you took me for a stroll around Taipei City." I took a bite of the fried dough stick and said, "Of course I know. Which Yonghe Soy Milk shop in the world can fry such simple fried dough sticks so badly? They're almost burnt. It's unprecedented and will never be repeated. Amazing!"

In the afternoon, as promised, I took my mother to some trendy places. You know, what woman doesn't love clothes and shopping? So we strolled around department stores like Taipei 101, SOGO, and E-Die. Why did I choose these places? First, to enjoy the air conditioning; second, it wasn't a holiday, so it was less crowded.

Then in the evening, we took a walk in Tamsui Old Street. My mother wore a black dress today, which fit her well and accentuated her shapely figure.

I've been studying in Taipei for six months now, and I haven't seen my mother's face in six months. I didn't expect her to become so stylish. I wonder who influenced her; could it be that she has a man outside? Holy crap, if that's really the case, I'll go back right now and sever that adulterer's tendons, then tell him the saying, "He who commits adultery with another man's wife will have his own wife committed adultery with him." I'll fuck his wife in front of him, and even fuck his wife's mother. Damn it, how dare he hit on my mother without even finding out who her son is? After mentally condemning the adulterer, I coaxed my mother into revealing her thoughts by asking, "Mom, is this a new dress?" My mother smiled and said, "No, I bought it with the neighbors. Does it look good?" I stopped and stared at my mother, saying, "Hmm... the dress is alright... but," my mother said, "What? Does the dress really not look good?" I looked my mother up and down and said, "The dress is bad, really not good... it's all black..." My mother's face fell, and she said disappointedly, "But... it was Ah Mei who picked it out for me, the Ah Mei from the beauty salon." Oh, so it was those neighbors from the beauty salon. No wonder my mother knows how to dress. You become like those you associate with. I patted my mother's shoulder; her disappointment was written all over her face.

No wonder. Coming from a rural background, she naturally wanted to dress up nicely for Taipei. Now, her son had dampened her spirits; it's no wonder she was disappointed.

I hugged my mother tightly and said, "The clothes really aren't nice… but Mom, you're beautiful and have a great figure. Even in black, you radiate light, haha." My mother then broke into a laugh, "Long time no see! You smooth talker, how many girls have you charmed with that sweet tongue?" I knew I couldn't let my girlfriend continue this conversation, so I took my mother's hand and headed to the restaurant.

We came here specifically for seafood. Where were we? Oh, speaking of that black dress, my mother's two beautiful shoulders were exposed, and she was probably wearing a seamless bra, with a slight glimpse of her soft cleavage. However, there was a gold braided decoration around her cleavage. My mother wore a pair of off-white stockings and white high heels with gold heels and gold floral patterns around the toe. Those shoes were really beautiful, and they looked even better with my mother's slender feet and beautiful legs.

My mother had her long hair tied up in a bun, with three or four strands hanging down in the air, which added to the beauty. My mother's face wasn't exactly stunningly beautiful, but it was at least fair and clean, with a little light makeup and a touch of rose-red lip gloss.

I thought if I wore heavy makeup, people might mistake me for my older sister.

During dinner, I chatted casually with my mother, and eventually, the conversation turned to her morning routine. Seeing her shy expression, I knew she was hiding something.

I straightened my back and said, "Mom, honesty is the best policy. Tell me the truth, what happened when I was asleep this morning?" My mother chuckled and said, "Oh, my dear husband, it's not that I don't want to tell you, it's just that I'm afraid you won't like it." Wow, I know my mother's dressing style is getting younger, but even her way of speaking is so witty! I deliberately acted a bit fierce and said, "You audacious slut Qi Qin... no, I mean, what exactly did you see back then? Was it Chang Wei beating Lai Fu, kicking that dog to death with one kick, and saying he was born with superhuman strength?" My mother watched Channel 4 with me since she was little, so she naturally understood these movies.

My mother said shyly, "Reporting to my lord, what happened this morning was a small matter, but last night... that was a big deal..." Upon hearing "the night before last," I almost spat out my mouthful of juice. I quickly drank some orange juice, sneezed, and said, "Mom~ what exactly happened to me last night?" My mother said, "Reporting to my lord..." I hurriedly said, "Okay, okay, I give up, my good daughter, quickly tell me what I did last night?" My mother smiled sweetly and said, "There are too many people here, let's talk when we get back."

Leaving me completely bewildered, my mind raced, but I couldn't figure out what I had done.

Finally home, I pestered my mother relentlessly, but her answers were all evasive. It wasn't until I stopped her from taking a shower that she shyly admitted, "I didn't sleep well last night. I kept falling asleep and waking up, then falling asleep again. This

morning, when I tried to get out of bed, your big thing was sticking out of my underwear.

How could I not be embarrassed?" I thought to myself, "Didn't the calming mantra work?" But this was in the morning. What about last night? Could it be? I did something I shouldn't have done to my mother?

Damn, I've heard of sleepwalking, but I've never heard of sleepwalking raping someone. I was stunned and said, "Mom, last night... I didn't touch your body, did I?" My mother was sitting on the edge of my bed at this moment, and she raised an eyebrow and said, "Touched you? Not only did you touch me, you also took advantage of me all night." I was so scared that I almost knelt down. Such a heinous act, according to ancient law, incest would result in being drowned in a pig cage for seven days and seven nights, then having ten women seduce you in front of you, making you hard for forty-nine days, and then squeezing you until you were exhausted for eighty-one days. In the end, you would die from exhaustion, your whole body would be skin and bones, and your penis would be rubbed raw and bleeding profusely, and they still wouldn't let you go. Thinking of this, a bead of cold sweat appeared on my forehead and flowed down to the tip of my nose.

But then I had a sudden thought, thank goodness we live in a civilized society. For the first time, I felt so grateful to be a modern person.

I asked my mother, "Mom... tell me exactly how I bullied you." My mother blushed even more and said shyly, "Your thing kept me up all night, and you were even talking in your sleep and hugging my waist. I was sleeping with my back to you, and I don't know who you were dreaming about, but you mistook me for your girlfriend. You kept... kept rubbing your thing against my butt, and you even rubbed my... my... breasts..." After saying that, my mother blushed and hurriedly went to take a shower.

I was left standing there dumbfounded, thinking, "What the hell? I tried to suppress my desires with this 'water-drenching-the-penis-fire, reciting the 'purifying mantra,' and it turned out I was only experiencing pleasure in my dream.

Ugh, I should have just done it myself. This is killing me."

Tonight, I decided to sleep on the floor to avoid bothering my mother again. This time, I slept on my stomach, pressing my penis against the cold floor, and listened to the Heart Sutra MP3 player, determined to fight off the lustful demons within me.

My mother then tried to chat with me, saying, "Come up and sleep, Mom won't blame you, hurry up." How could I possibly accept that? I was fully prepared.

I said, "Mom, don't worry, I promise I won't let you sleep a wink again. Sleep soundly tonight." My mother reached out and grabbed my hand, saying, "Get up, quick. This is my order. No resistance, no talking back, no saying no, understand?" Seeing that my mother was determined, I unplugged the MP3 player and put it aside, using the opportunity of not touching my mother's body as a cover to begin my resistance against this battle of fantasies about my mother in bed. The operation was codenamed "Bed Mission." My

mother said, "What are you doing? Am I a plague or a virus, hiding so far away? Come closer. You're my son. Are you afraid I'll eat you up?" Hmm... very good. This "Bed Mission" broke down in less than five seconds. My shoulder was pressed against my mother's soft, fragrant shoulder, and my mother started chatting with me, talking about my affairs, including my studies and my girlfriend.

I realized I'd accidentally let slip about my girlfriend, so my mother asked, "Did you bully her?" I laughed and said, "What kind of bullying? Was it at night or during the day?" My mother patted me and giggled, "What do you mean by day or night, huh..." I said, "Mom, I bullied her both day and night. You need to be clear about it, otherwise I don't know how to answer."

My mother's voice became even more shy. She playfully punched my shoulder with her small fist and said, "Is that alright? I think it should be once in a while." I turned to face my mother, smelling her fragrance, and said, "Mother, guess how many days and how many times I can have sex?" My mother turned to face me and said, "No guessing, no guessing. You're so good at getting information out of me." I secretly reached out and touched my mother's delicate hand and said, "Then, Mom, how many days and how many times do you hope I can have sex? Just guess, it's just for fun."

My mother then thought for a moment and said, "Three days... no, you're young, so it's once every two days." I deliberately made an exaggerated expression and said, "Wow... Mom, you're really as shrewd as Liu Bowen, comparable to Zhuge Liang who borrowed the east wind!" My mother laughed and said, "Stop pretending. I knew I was wrong as soon as I heard you say that." I deliberately turned my face towards my mother's face, feeling her breath on my face and the breath exhaled from her lips. I whispered, "Mom, tell me honestly, how many days and how many times do you hope I can have sex? There's a reward if you guess right."

My mother said coquettishly, "Oh dear~ If you insist I say it, then I'll say it.

If it could be once every night, that would be amazing." I pulled my mouth close to my mother's ear and said, "Guess one right, guess the other wrong." My mother asked suspiciously, "Which one is right, and which one is wrong?" I said mysteriously, "Every day is true, once is false... I need at least three times a day, hehe." After saying that, I breathed a warm breath on my mother's ear. My mother tickled and said, "Nonsense, how can that be?" I said, "There's still a reward for guessing half right, and the reward is..." I kissed my mother's neck and said, "Originally it was for the mouth, but this time it's for the neck after guessing half." My mother got up and patted my chest lightly with both hands and said, "You even dare to tease your mother, you child, really... hehe."

I hurriedly said, "Wow, the person who received the reward isn't satisfied? Is there no justice? Is there no law?" My mother looked at me with a smile and said, "You...you're bullying me."

After this flirting, my so-called "motherly mission" was long forgotten. I flirted with my mother as if she were my woman, and my body, which had been holding back its erection for a month, was already burning with desire. My mother asked, "How long has it been since you broke up?" I simply hugged my mother and said, "A month, and I haven't touched a woman for a month..."

At this moment, my mother was lying on her side facing me, with her left side and me on her right, her left side against the wall and me on the bedside.

I kept pressing my face against my mother's, rubbing my nose against hers. My left hand first wrapped around her waist, then moved up to caress her beautiful back and neck. Her breathing grew heavier. I gently brought my lips to hers, touched them, and kissed her, saying, "Mom... this morning I said your clothes weren't pretty, but I was just teasing you, just playing around. You're not angry, are you?" My mother said shyly, "Angry? I'd be furious already. You're so impetuous, I've always known what people your age are thinking..."

My left hand slid down her back. Although there was only a thin nightgown, a dress-like garment, her skin felt very smooth and had a nice texture. It seemed she had received good treatment at a beauty salon.

I slid my hand down her buttocks, then her thighs, and finally her calves, placing her entire thigh on mine. I said, "Mom, tell me, what do I want to do right now?" My mother said shyly, "If I don't say, I'll be bullying my own family." I kissed her chin and said, "Then, Mom, are you willing to let me bully you?" My mother didn't say anything at this point, but her breathing became rapid and heavy.

I got up, spread my mother's legs apart, threw the quilt on the floor, and turned on a bedside nightlight. My mother lay on the bed, half-covering her face with her hands, and said, "Are you really going to do this?" I pressed my body against my mother, pulled her hands apart, and looked at her face. My mother's long hair was spread on the pillow, her sheer nightgown revealed her black bra, and she was wearing a black lace triangle panty. Her dark blue sheer nightgown revealed her fragrant shoulders and beautiful legs, which made my penis hard.

I first gave my mother a deep kiss on her lips and said, "If you don't want to, I'll stop." My mother turned her face to the side, not daring to look me directly, and said, "Have you been holding back for a long time?" I gently kissed my mother's lips, the tip of her nose, her forehead, her ears, her neck, and her breasts. I kissed my mother until her eyes were half open and her gaze was hazy. I said, "If you don't want to today, I'm going to tease you anyway." My mother then chuckled and said, "You little rascal, you've been planning this all along, you've got me figured out." I pulled down the shoulder straps of my mother's nightgown and said, "I'm sorry, I was just looking at you, Mom..." After saying that, I had already pulled my mother's nightgown off her legs. My mother's black bra covered her two breasts, and the deep cleavage in the middle indicated that her breasts were not small. My mother tried to close her thighs, but I blocked them with my body.

My mother stretched out her right hand to cover her private parts, while her left arm protected her breasts, concealing her snow-white nipples. She snorted, "I...what about me?" I pulled her left hand away from her chest, then pulled her right hand up with my right, lifting both her hands upwards. I used my left hand to press down on her hands. My mother's armpits were clean-shaven.

I licked her armpit and said, "Mother, don't you want me to tease you a little?" My mother flinched from the lick and said, "You use this method to trick girls into bed?"

I put my arms around my mother's back and unhooked her bra. My mother covered her bra with her hands, unwilling to expose her nipples. I pressed my penis against the crotch of her panties and said, "Does it take this long to trick a girl into bed? I only flirt with you like this, Mom. Don't you want me to bully you tonight?" After saying that, I took off my black bra, and two snow-white breasts jumped out, shaped like teardrops. Although they were only C-cups, surprisingly, they were slightly perky and not sagging.

I ran my hands up my mother's hips, cupping the lower edge of her breasts and starting to knead them. My mother tilted her chin back and gasped, "What... are you... bullying... me?" Her voice was sweet and shy. I began to savor her nipples with my tongue, first licking the areola in circles, then tapping the nipple with the tip of my tongue. My left hand kneaded her left breast, and finally, I took a deep breath and began to roughly and forcefully knead and suckle her breast, using both my hands and mouth, making my mother let out moans from her nose and throat. As I licked, I said, "I won't stop until you clearly say whether you want me to bully you."

My mother's face was already flushed, and she touched my back with both hands, saying, "You're so embarrassing! You've teased me like this, how could I not want to?" I put my hands under my mother's armpits, pressing my chest against her breasts, and swayed my body up and down, kneading her breasts with my upper body and rubbing my penis against her vulva with my lower body.

Facing my mother, I looked deeply into her eyes and said, "Mom, I find you so beautiful. I'm afraid I'll hurt you tonight." My mother wrapped her arms around my neck and laughed, saying, "You've got that kind of skill? You've made me all hot and bothered. Honestly, how many girls have you done this to?"

I sucked hard on her sweet lips, our tongues entwining in my mother's mouth. She closed her eyes, responding to my sucking, from a gentle kiss to a frenzied inhale. I slowly swayed my hips, her waist rubbing against my penis. During

the kiss, I freed my right hand and pulled down her black lace panties. I released her lips and said, "I only love you, Mom. I want you to be my lover, okay?" My mother raised her left leg, letting me take off her panties, and said, "Lover, lover, your mother was always your lover in your past life, ha."

I stood up, got out of bed, rolled down the blinds on the window, and turned towards my mother's head. She got up and helped me take off my underwear, and my penis sprang out. My mother stared intently at my penis and said, "It really has grown." She covered her mouth and smiled.

I said, "Mom, how big do you mean by 'grown up'?" I turned my mother over, into a 69 position, woman on top. My mother said shyly, "How should I know? But this position is really embarrassing."

My mother's vulva was in front of me. I started to use my fingers to spread her labia, first playing with the entrance, stimulating the clitoris, then inserting my fingers to probe the vaginal walls, but not too deep.

While my mother was still enjoying the way I was playing with her tender vagina, I nudged my penis with my hips and said, "Mom, your private parts are so beautiful, can you suck them for me?" Only then did my mother grasp my penis and begin to stroke it.

Being stroked by my own mother was very different, unlike any of the girls I had been with before.

I felt that my penis was being stroked skillfully in my mother's hands; she wouldn't stroke it too fast and make me uncomfortable, nor would she grip it at the same rhythm and speed like a robot.

I called out, "Mom, can I use my mouth?" My mother replied, "You're so clever and resourceful." Before she finished speaking, I squeezed her buttocks with both hands and pressed down, widening her legs slightly. My tongue then licked her vulva from bottom to top, all the way to her anus. Her beautiful buttocks, feeling loose and numb from the licking, trembled slightly as she said, "You child...you're just bullying me..."

As I sucked the vaginal fluid that was beginning to flow from her vagina, my penis was also being sucked incessantly in my mother's mouth, whether she was licking the glans with her tongue or holding it in her hand and rotating it while blowing on it.

This 69 position brought both of us to the peak of sexual stimulation.

I figured that was about enough. Any longer and I'd be sucked until I exploded. My mother could get so wet and have multiple orgasms, but I couldn't. I could only manage three shots in a row, and after that, the bullets I shot were all watery, with no consistency. They only made my penis hurt a little.

I pushed my mother's buttocks forward and climbed up from between her legs. I squeezed her breast with my right hand and cupped her lower abdomen with my left. I moved her body towards the bottom of the bed so that her back was facing me.

I squeezed my mother's fleshy buttocks with both hands and said, "Mom... now is the real time to bully you? Let me tell you first, the soundproofing isn't good, so don't scream too loudly." I rubbed the head of my penis against my mother's vulva. My mother supported herself with her hands on the ground, letting her breasts hang in the air, and said without looking, "It's hot... it's itchy... even like this, you're still bullying Mom..."

I touched her vulva with my hand; it felt very wet. I pushed my penis into her vaginal walls, and my mother let out a soft moan, "Mmm... Ah..." I moved my hips slowly, afraid that my mother's vulva would be in pain at first because of such a large penetration. I kept my penis inside her vulva, pressed my chest against my mother's back, kneaded her breasts with both hands, and kissed the back of her ear, laughing, "Now guess how big it is? Am I teasing my mother?" My mother was already breathing heavily. She simply pulled up a pillow and rested her head on it, saying, "You're so naughty, I won't guess..." I began to move my penis slowly, thrusting in and out of her tender vulva with small movements and a slow speed.

I straightened my upper body, held my mother's hips with both hands, and thrust suddenly, making my mother groan.

I began to rhythmically sway my hips. As the speed and force increased, my mother's beautiful buttocks and my thighs made a "slap slap slap" sound, and her honey pot kept leaking lustful fluid, her flesh walls constantly squeezing my penis. I said, "Mom, your private parts are really amazing... No girl has ever been as amazing as you." I reached out my right hand and grabbed my mother's left hand, pulling her upper body up.

I wanted my mother to look at me. My mother twisted her upper body a little, and I looked at my mother's left breast, which kept swaying up and down in front of my face with my thrusts. My mother's face was even more adorable.

There seemed to be a tear in the corner of my mother's eye. Perhaps it had been too long since she had sex. Her eyes were red from the pain, making her even more pitiful.

My mother sobbed, "Why aren't you listening to slow down? Why are you going so fast?" I slowed down, turned my mother over, and spread her legs wide like a frog. This time, I rubbed against her vulva and said, "Mom...have you not had sex in a long time?"

My mother shyly kissed me first and said, "You know your dad walks fast, and the noodle business at home is busy. He's exhausted every day when he gets home. How can I have time to...do it myself?" I caressed my mother's whole body with both hands, sucking on her toes and saying, "Mom~you...haven't you had any intimacy with a man?" My mother struggled against my sucking because her feet were itchy from being licked and said, "You naughty son, what nonsense are you talking about? I'm very chaste..." I hugged my mother and whispered in her ear... Duo licked her lips and said, "Mom is so good. I remember some of the neighbor customers looked at you strangely when they came to the shop. Did they bully you?" My mother wrapped her legs around my waist, her vulva rubbing against my penis. She laughed and said, "Those people have the desire but not the courage. Even if they dared, I wouldn't want them. Besides, there's a bad guy on top of me right now, bullying me." I straightened my glans and began to have shallow intercourse at the entrance, only using the glans to enter. My mother, who was itching, frowned. She was burning with desire all over her body, and her head was spinning.

I laughed and said, "Mom, I'm not a bad person, I'm your precious son." I thrust in and out, making my mother writhe and twist her genitals, wishing I could take in more.

My mother said angrily, "If you're naughty, I'll get angry!" Suddenly, I thrust my cervix forward, causing my mother to grit her teeth, leaving a half-circle of teeth marks on her shoulder.

I started thrusting, almost shaking the entire dilapidated wooden bed apart. I was genuinely afraid that if I did it halfway down and the bed collapsed, the downstairs would call the police, and I would really be making a fool of myself.

I fucked my mother relentlessly, releasing the pent-up semen of the past month, my desire for women, and the tender, feminine beauty of my mother, which drove me wild with desire. I fucked her until she dared not scream, her body drenched in fragrant sweat from the pleasure.

The wooden bed groaned and moaned. I looked into my mother's eyes and said, "Mom... I want everything from you. Will you be my lover from now on?" My mother's almond-shaped eyes were half-open, and her cherry lips were slightly parted as she said, "I'm still your mother. Be good. If you want it, Mom can let you... Ah." With a powerful thrust, a slam, and a penetration, my mother arched her back, straightened her legs, and raised her beautiful buttocks an inch higher. Her private parts trembled and released a stream of lustful fluid. My penis and the sheets beneath were covered in her love juice.

After my mother calmed down a bit, I hugged her and kissed her, saying, "Promise me, from now on I'll call you 'Mom' when we're out, and 'Baby' in private, okay?" As I thrust my hips again, my mother couldn't hold back and moaned loudly.

Her soft breasts swayed up and down with each thrust of my missionary position. My mother said shyly, "I'll do as you say...son." The more I thrust, the more comfortable I felt. My penis was slippery and sticky inside her wet vagina. I laughed and said, "Still calling me 'son'? Call me 'husband'." My mother gasped, "You naughty...I won't say it."

I stopped thrusting, and when my mother saw that I wasn't moving, I said, "My beautiful darling, my wife, if you don't say that, you're not my sweetheart." My mother pouted and said, "Husband... darling." I said, "Mom, you're so good... hehe." Only then did my mother realize that I had teased her again. She said shyly and angrily, "You're just teasing me..." I laughed twice, kissed my mother's lips, and started to move my hips faster, making my mother's vagina stretch open and moan. I saw that the moans were getting louder and louder.

I didn't care what others thought. Looking at the woman in front of me, I felt an overwhelming sense of pleasure. With the tightness of my mother's vagina, my glans felt a tingling sensation. I covered my mother's mouth with my hand and thrust my glans deep inside her.

My body trembled, my penis quivering inside her, and a thick stream of semen gushed out.

I held my mother close, waiting for our breathing to catch up. We looked at each other and smiled.

After a period of tenderness in bed, my mother and I took a shower and slept in each other's arms until the next morning.

My mother kept saying that I had exhausted her all night, and that her back and waist were aching all day. I, on the other hand, was idly caressing her beautiful buttocks, kissing her lips and saying, "Going back this afternoon? So soon." My mother said it had been three days already, and if I didn't go back to open the shop, who would support me? I laughed and said, "Then what am I going to do about missing my precious wife?" My mother nudged me with her elbow and said, "You still have to talk? Go home and find her yourself, hmph."

After graduating from university this year, I transferred to National Ilan University. My mother asked why I gave up Taipei, and I said, "I wanted to help Mom with her work; I didn't want to see her working so hard all by herself." I then patted my mother's waist, and she giggled, saying, "You always have such a mouth, half-truths. Everyone knows you're up to no good, haha." I whispered in my mother's ear, "I'll tell you a secret, actually I came to see my darling wife. Did you see her there?" I smiled shyly and said, "I didn't see her. I don't know who you're talking about." I put my hands on my mother's lower back and pressed my penis against her buttocks, saying, "She'll appear in my room tonight. If she doesn't appear, then she's in her room. Don't tell anyone, okay? Because she's my beautiful wife, and I don't want anyone to know. Understand?" My mother turned away from me and leaned against the living room chair, saying, "I don't understand who you're talking about. There's no such person here."

I picked my mother up in a princess carry and said, "Isn't she right in front of me? Hehe." My mother said, "You've got the wrong person, ah..." After that, I closed my mother's bedroom door, and we had another round of playful teasing.

My relationship with my mother is more like that of two friends who tease each other. My mother's mischief and my lovable silliness make me love everything about her even more. I'm willing to stay with my mother forever, never to be separated.

**This piece took me quite a while to type, and it's my first time trying to present the plot through dialogue. Perhaps there aren't many sex scenes, but it's the type of writing I enjoy.

I've always liked writing light and fun articles. This piece came to me suddenly. The conversations between mother and son, and the protagonist's distinctly Taiwanese accent, are all in a teasing tone that I really like. I also put a lot of effort into the flirtatious dialogue between mother and son.

Unfortunately, I didn't finish it well because my shoulder started hurting again, so I had to end it hastily, which is a real shame.

If you all enjoyed this article, I'll see if I have the time to create a series. Unfortunately, this one is ending here for now. I'll consider a new format in another post; I don't want my style to remain unchanged. Finally, thank you for reading. If you felt a slight smile while reading, it means I've grown a little more. Thank you all.

As I was watching my newly downloaded HD version of Ip Man: The Prequel, my phone vibrated a few times on the table before falling into the trash can under the table. I cursed under my breath and quickly picked it up to see who was disturbing my break. A woman's voice came from the other end of the line, asking, "Have you eaten yet? What are you doing now?" Yes, if it were before, I would have immediately replied, "Honey~ what are you doing?" Unfortunately, that bitch ran off with someone driving a new Mazda 3. At least I have two nice cars.

But one is an old Audi, and the other is a bicycle I use for school…

Damn it, a man's ambition should be to see the world. At least I save energy and carbon emissions by cycling, which is my small contribution to the planet. The person

on the other end of the phone was my mom. I originally lived in Yilan, which is known as "beautiful mountains, beautiful water, and boring." Screw your boringness! If you're so boring, why the hell do all these tourists come? It's fine if the Hsuehshan Tunnel is blocked, but won't the trash be taken away by itself? My mom opened a noodle shop and even hired a foreign worker to help. It's not exactly delicious, but there are always crowds of people coming and no trash being taken away.

Back when I wasn't studying in Taipei, every weekend, a bunch of brainless out-of-town customers would bring in drinks, but they wouldn't take them away. There were four big red characters outside saying "No Outside Food Allowed." I really wanted to ask, "Are you fucking unable to read Chinese? Or are you fucking colorblind?"

Damn it, I could only curse in my heart. In business, harmony brings wealth, and money will naturally come. So I just kept collecting drink cans, cursing in my mind again and again, "Fuck you!" as I looked at the handmade beverage shops next door, and next door, and next door.

I really wanted to deliver all the collected beverage cans to his house for free, and say, "I advocate for resource recycling and reuse. Protecting the environment is everyone's responsibility, so I've 'removed the film, rinsed, and dried' all your beverage cups, and even 'flattened them for free' to save space.

I originally wanted you to come to my house to collect them, but since I'm being a good person and want to go all the way, I'll give you a discount today. The cost is originally five dollars per cup, but considering we're all doing our part for nature, I'll give you a discount: three dollars per cup, cash only, no drinks exchange.

There are three big bags here today; take them in and count them yourself. There might be another bag later, and I'll come back to collect the money then. That's all, bye."

I listened to the phone call and asked my mother what was wrong. She said her foreign worker's contract had been signed, so she wanted to temporarily close the shop for a few days and also wanted to come to Taipei for a visit.

She asked if her mother could squeeze into the apartment. Looking at my not-so-big suite, I felt reluctant, but I hadn't seen my mother for half a year, so I agreed.

That day, my mother took the train north, and I personally met her at Taipei Station. But then, damn it, it started pouring rain, making us wait at the station for a while. When the rain subsided, I quickly hopped on my old Dijon, packed my mother's luggage in plastic bags, and headed straight for the Taipei suite.

As the saying goes, "When it rains, it pours."

That's right, just one alleyway away, suddenly the sky split open and a waterfall started pouring down, soaking my mom and me to the bone before we rushed upstairs.

I stood at the door for a moment, telling my mother which way was the toilet so she could go in and take a hot shower first. I, however, was dripping wet, looking like a drowned rat, so I just stood on the stairs letting the water drip in, staring out the window pretending to be a melancholic hunk.

My roommate across the hall, like me, was a college student who sometimes brought his girlfriend back to his room for the night. His girlfriend's moans got louder and louder during sex, and I'd even get hard watching Ip Man. As I watched, I started imagining myself as the young Ip Man, wildly fucking some high-ranking official's daughter, wearing a fitted cheongsam, her ass swaying, accompanied by the moans from across the hall. So I stopped watching Ip Man and started watching porn.

I'm actually quite mischievous; I like playing pranks, and I'm always talking nonsense—not at all like someone from a supposedly high-class, civilized place like Taipei.

One time, the guys across the hall started having sex again, so loudly that the apartment at the end of our corridor could hear it. My friends from the rooms to my left and right came out.

I was wearing a suit jacket and holding a megaphone, the kind used for club recruitment. If I didn't have one, I was prepared to shout until I was hoarse. I told a few of my friends to stand behind me. I figured the moaning was about right, and the final sprint was almost over.

Amidst a series of loud "Ahhh~~ Ahhh" moans, I saw some people peeking out of the hallway. Suddenly, I banged on the door and yelled through a megaphone, "You thugs inside, stop struggling! Come out and surrender immediately! If you refuse, we'll break down the door right now. Don't blame us for using force. Countdown, five, four, three..." The door opened a crack, and my friend blushed and said, "Damn it, stop messing around." I pointed the megaphone at his face and said, "I'll yell at your mother's mother! The noise level in this room is over the standard decibel level. You should be grateful I'm telling you this. When the police come knocking, they'll think you're raping an innocent woman and drag you naked into their car. That won't look good."

"Damn... I know, you all better leave now, the other guests will hear us." He slammed the door shut, and the hallway erupted in laughter. Everyone went back to their rooms amidst the jeers. Fifteen minutes later, all that could be heard was a woman yelling, "So embarrassing! I'm never coming back!" followed by a door slamming shut. It's been a while since we've heard anything like that.

Actually, you can't really blame my friend; these student-only apartments are notoriously bad at soundproofing.

Just then, my mother opened the door and called to me, "You're done showering~ Come on in!" I rushed in, not bothering to hide anything from her, stripped naked, threw all my clothes in the laundry basket, grabbed a shirt and underwear, and went to shower. At that moment, I completely failed to notice my mother's gaze.

After showering, I came out shirtless and saw my mother sitting at my computer desk. She was wearing one of my black shirts, which looked even bigger because she's petite. She was also wearing shorts, revealing her milky-white thighs and her toenails, which were painted. The sight

stirred some wicked thoughts within me. I thought of my slut, who knows how many times I've slept with her. We've been broken up for a month now, and I've almost forgotten what it feels like to have sex with a woman.

Now that my mother was in my room, I suddenly felt a semi-erect erection. I quickly sat on the bed, put on my shirt, and covered my penis with the hem of my shirt to make it less noticeable. Then I started chatting with my mother.

I said to my mother, "Today I'll sleep on the floor, you can sleep on the bed.

Also, don't go looking for porn on my hard drive. Your son is studying computer science. If you can find it, I'll jump off the building and stab myself fourteen times in the underworld, hating myself for all the years I've worked so hard on, only to have it all opened by my mother. I'll be too ashamed to face my professors." My mother covered her mouth and laughed, saying, "Your mouth is still the same as always, always talking nonsense. Tell me honestly, which girl did you bully this time?"

Let me describe the layout of my room. As you enter, to the left is the bed. It's not big, but even though we're poor, it has a quilt, mattress, and pillows. Directly in front of the bed is my desk, where I diligently study… and also use it for researching and acquiring knowledge. To the right of the desk are a small TV, a bookshelf, a clothes rack, and a bunch of other odds and ends. Further to the right of the desk is the toilet/bathroom.

My mother then turned to the edge of the bed, crossed her legs, and rested her lower leg against the edge.

I looked at my mother's crotch area through her shorts, squeezed my lips, and swallowed hard.

Afterwards, I took my mother to a night market to experience the unbearably crowded night markets of Taipei, and we had a late-night snack. When we got back, my mother watched the small TV next to her desk, while I browsed articles, afraid to go online or download videos, lest she see my webpage and find a picture of an adult film actress on the cover—that would be terrible! It

was quite late, and my mother's biological clock was already exhausted. After she got into bed, she said, "Don't stay up so late. Come up and squeeze in with me tonight."

I thought, "Okay, the floor is cold, and we're mother and son anyway, it won't hurt if we sleep together."

My mother and I were shoulder to shoulder. I asked, "Should we turn off the light?" My mother said "Mmm," and then the room went completely dark, with only a sliver of light shining through the crack in the door. I could smell the fragrance of my mother's hair, her body, and the alluring scent of a mature woman in the air. I turned to my right and realized that my mother was facing away from me. I couldn't sleep all night.

My lower body was hard, and my body was hot. I decided to wait until later, until my mother was asleep, and then sneak into the bathroom to masturbate.

My mother's breathing was even, and the fragrance was very alluring. Although I had those incestuous thoughts, my mother was, after all, from a rural family, and she rarely talked about sex from a young age, probably because of the simple and honest customs of her time.

I suppressed my lust and silently chanted, "Great Compassionate Guanyin Bodhisattva, Blessed Mary, you are full of grace! The Lord is with you, Namo Shakyamuni Buddha, Amitabha, may this decree sever the demon in my heart, Amen..." After I realized I had almost finished chanting the names of all the deities I knew, my Soviet-made AK-47-sized penis was still erect.

I decided to secretly get up, go to the bathroom to get a mouthwash cup, fill it with cold water, and pour it to extinguish my lustful thoughts about my mother. I immediately thought, "Damn, I didn't expect the water to be so cold." After repeating it two or three times, along with chanting the "Heart-Cleansing Mantra," it finally subsided. By this time, I was exhausted from being tormented by my erect penis.

Just as I was drifting off to sleep, a saying came to mind that really hit the nail on the head: "There are three unbearable external things in the world: the first is 'not being able to pee,' the second is 'not being able to sleep,' and the third is 'not being able to ejaculate.'" Sigh... even though I only saw it online, it's damn apt.

When I woke up in the morning, it was almost noon. My mother got up, washed up, grabbed a key, went out for a walk, and bought some things before coming back.

As I ate the fried dough sticks and scallion pancakes my mother had bought, I knew immediately which shop they were from. I said to my mother, "Is this soy milk from Yonghe Soy Milk across from the park?" My mother laughed and said, "You know that too? Looks like you know the neighborhood well. It's about time you took me for a stroll around Taipei City." I took a bite of the fried dough stick and said, "Of course I know. Which Yonghe Soy Milk shop in the world can fry such simple fried dough sticks so badly? They're almost burnt. It's unprecedented and will never be repeated. Amazing!"

In the afternoon, as promised, I took my mother to some trendy places. You know, what woman doesn't love clothes and shopping? So we strolled around department stores like Taipei 101, SOGO, and E-Die. Why did I choose these places? First, to enjoy the air conditioning; second, it wasn't a holiday, so it was less crowded.

Then in the evening, we took a walk in Tamsui Old Street. My mother wore a black dress today, which fit her well and accentuated her shapely figure.

I've been studying in Taipei for six months now, and I haven't seen my mother's face in six months. I didn't expect her to become so stylish. I wonder who influenced her; could it be that she has a man outside? Holy crap, if that's really the case, I'll go back right now and sever that adulterer's tendons, then tell him the saying, "He who commits adultery with another man's wife will have his own wife committed adultery with him." I'll fuck his wife in front of him, and even fuck his wife's mother. Damn it, how dare he hit on my mother without even finding out who her son is? After mentally condemning the adulterer, I coaxed my mother into revealing her thoughts by asking, "Mom, is this a new dress?" My mother smiled and said, "No, I bought it with the neighbors. Does it look good?" I stopped and stared at my mother, saying, "Hmm... the dress is alright... but," my mother said, "What? Does the dress really not look good?" I looked my mother up and down and said, "The dress is bad, really not good... it's all black..." My mother's face fell, and she said disappointedly, "But... it was Ah Mei who picked it out for me, the Ah Mei from the beauty salon." Oh, so it was those neighbors from the beauty salon. No wonder my mother knows how to dress. You become like those you associate with. I patted my mother's shoulder; her disappointment was written all over her face.

No wonder. Coming from a rural background, she naturally wanted to dress up nicely for Taipei. Now, her son had dampened her spirits; it's no wonder she was disappointed.

I hugged my mother tightly and said, "The clothes really aren't nice… but Mom, you're beautiful and have a great figure. Even in black, you radiate light, haha." My mother then broke into a laugh, "Long time no see! You smooth talker, how many girls have you charmed with that sweet tongue?" I knew I couldn't let my girlfriend continue this conversation, so I took my mother's hand and headed to the restaurant.

We came here specifically for seafood. Where were we? Oh, speaking of that black dress, my mother's two beautiful shoulders were exposed, and she was probably wearing a seamless bra, with a slight glimpse of her soft cleavage. However, there was a gold braided decoration around her cleavage. My mother wore a pair of off-white stockings and white high heels with gold heels and gold floral patterns around the toe. Those shoes were really beautiful, and they looked even better with my mother's slender feet and beautiful legs.

My mother had her long hair tied up in a bun, with three or four strands hanging down in the air, which added to the beauty. My mother's face wasn't exactly stunningly beautiful, but it was at least fair and clean, with a little light makeup and a touch of rose-red lip gloss.

I thought if I wore heavy makeup, people might mistake me for my older sister.

During dinner, I chatted casually with my mother, and eventually, the conversation turned to her morning routine. Seeing her shy expression, I knew she was hiding something.

I straightened my back and said, "Mom, honesty is the best policy. Tell me the truth, what happened when I was asleep this morning?" My mother chuckled and said, "Oh, my dear husband, it's not that I don't want to tell you, it's just that I'm afraid you won't like it." Wow, I know my mother's dressing style is getting younger, but even her way of speaking is so witty! I deliberately acted a bit fierce and said, "You audacious slut Qi Qin... no, I mean, what exactly did you see back then? Was it Chang Wei beating Lai Fu, kicking that dog to death with one kick, and saying he was born with superhuman strength?" My mother watched Channel 4 with me since she was little, so she naturally understood these movies.

My mother said shyly, "Reporting to my lord, what happened this morning was a small matter, but last night... that was a big deal..." Upon hearing "the night before last," I almost spat out my mouthful of juice. I quickly drank some orange juice, sneezed, and said, "Mom~ what exactly happened to me last night?" My mother said, "Reporting to my lord..." I hurriedly said, "Okay, okay, I give up, my good daughter, quickly tell me what I did last night?" My mother smiled sweetly and said, "There are too many people here, let's talk when we get back."

Leaving me completely bewildered, my mind raced, but I couldn't figure out what I had done.

Finally home, I pestered my mother relentlessly, but her answers were all evasive. It wasn't until I stopped her from taking a shower that she shyly admitted, "I didn't sleep well last night. I kept falling asleep and waking up, then falling asleep again. This

morning, when I tried to get out of bed, your big thing was sticking out of my underwear.

How could I not be embarrassed?" I thought to myself, "Didn't the calming mantra work?" But this was in the morning. What about last night? Could it be? I did something I shouldn't have done to my mother?

Damn, I've heard of sleepwalking, but I've never heard of sleepwalking raping someone. I was stunned and said, "Mom, last night... I didn't touch your body, did I?" My mother was sitting on the edge of my bed at this moment, and she raised an eyebrow and said, "Touched you? Not only did you touch me, you also took advantage of me all night." I was so scared that I almost knelt down. Such a heinous act, according to ancient law, incest would result in being drowned in a pig cage for seven days and seven nights, then having ten women seduce you in front of you, making you hard for forty-nine days, and then squeezing you until you were exhausted for eighty-one days. In the end, you would die from exhaustion, your whole body would be skin and bones, and your penis would be rubbed raw and bleeding profusely, and they still wouldn't let you go. Thinking of this, a bead of cold sweat appeared on my forehead and flowed down to the tip of my nose.

But then a thought crossed my mind: thank goodness we live in a civilized society. For the first time, I felt so grateful to be a modern person.

I asked my mother, "Mom... how exactly did I tease you? Tell me quickly!" My mother blushed even more and said shyly, "Your thing was on top of me all night, and you were even talking in your sleep, hugging my waist. I was sleeping with my back to you, and I don't know who you were dreaming about, but you mistook me for your girlfriend, and kept... kept rubbing your thing against my butt, and even rubbed my... my... breasts..." After saying that, my mother blushed and hurriedly went to take a shower.

I was left standing there dumbfounded. I thought to myself, "Damn it, is this some kind of joke? I tried to control my desires with this 'water-to-fire' technique, reciting the 'heart-clearing mantra,' and it turns out the pleasure was in my dream.

Ugh, I should have just done it myself. This is really bad."

Tonight I decided to sleep on the floor to avoid bothering my mother again. This time, I slept face down, pressing my penis against the cold floor, and listened directly to the MP3 player playing the Heart Sutra, determined to resist the lustful demons within me.

My mother then tried to talk to me, saying, "Come up and sleep, Mom won't blame you, hurry up." How could I possibly accept that? I was already fully prepared.

I said, "Mom, don't worry, I promise I won't keep you up all night again. Sleep peacefully tonight." My mother reached out and grabbed my hand, saying, "Get up, hurry up, this is Mom's order. No resistance, no talking back, no more 'no,' understand?" Seeing that my mother was determined, I unplugged the MP3 player and placed it beside me, using the opportunity of not touching my mother's body as a buffer, to begin my battle against this lustful fantasy in bed, codenamed "Bed Mission."

My mother said, "What are you doing? Am I a plague or a virus, why are you hiding so far away? Come closer, you're my son, are you afraid I'll eat you up?" Hmm... very well, this "bedroom mission" fell apart in less than five seconds. My shoulder was pressed against my mother's soft, fragrant shoulder, and my mother started chatting with me, talking about my affairs, including my studies and my girlfriend.

I realized I had accidentally let slip about my girlfriend, so my mother asked, "So, have you been bullying her?" I laughed and said, "What kind of bullying? Was it at night or during the day?" My mother patted me and giggled, "What do you mean by day and night, hehe..." I said, "Mom, I bully her both day and night, you need to be clear, otherwise I don't know how to answer?"

My mother's voice became even more shy. She playfully punched my shoulder with her small fist and said, "Is that alright? I think it should be once in a while." I turned to face my mother, smelling her fragrance, and said, "Mother, guess how many days and how many times I can have sex?" My mother turned to face me and said, "No guessing, no guessing. You're so good at getting information out of me." I secretly reached out and touched my mother's delicate hand and said, "Then, Mom, how many days and how many times do you hope I can have sex? Just guess, it's just for fun."

My mother then thought for a moment and said, "Three days... no, you're young, so it's once every two days." I deliberately made an exaggerated expression and said, "Wow... Mom, you're really as shrewd as Liu Bowen, comparable to Zhuge Liang who borrowed the east wind!" My mother laughed and said, "Stop pretending. I knew I was wrong as soon as I heard you say that." I deliberately turned my face towards my mother's face, feeling her breath on my face and the breath exhaled from her lips. I whispered, "Mom, tell me honestly, how many days and how many times do you hope I can have sex? There's a reward if you guess right."

My mother said coquettishly, "Oh dear~ If you insist I say it, then I'll say it.

If it could be once every night, that would be amazing." I pulled my mouth close to my mother's ear and said, "Guess one right, guess the other wrong." My mother asked suspiciously, "Which one is right, and which one is wrong?" I said mysteriously, "Every day is true, once is false... I need at least three times a day, hehe." After saying that, I breathed a warm breath on my mother's ear. My mother tickled and said, "Nonsense, how can that be?" I said, "There's still a reward for guessing half right, and the reward is..." I kissed my mother's neck and said, "Originally it was for the mouth, but this time it's for the neck after guessing half." My mother got up and patted my chest lightly with both hands and said, "You even dare to tease your mother, you child, really... hehe."

I hurriedly said, "Wow, the person who received the reward isn't satisfied? Is there no justice? Is there no law?" My mother looked at me with a smile and said, "You...you're bullying me."

After this flirting, my so-called "motherly mission" was long forgotten. I flirted with my mother as if she were my woman, and my body, which had been holding back its erection for a month, was already burning with desire. My mother asked, "How long has it been since you broke up?" I simply hugged my mother and said, "A month, and I haven't touched a woman for a month..."

At this moment, my mother was lying on her side facing me, with her left side and me on her right, her left side against the wall and me on the bedside.

I kept pressing my face against my mother's, rubbing my nose against hers. My left hand first wrapped around her waist, then moved up to caress her beautiful back and neck. Her breathing grew heavier. I gently brought my lips to hers, touched them, and kissed her, saying, "Mom... this morning I said your clothes weren't pretty, but I was just teasing you, just playing around. You're not angry, are you?" My mother said shyly, "Angry? I'd be furious already. You're so impetuous, I've always known what people your age are thinking..."

My left hand slid down her back. Although there was only a thin nightgown, a dress-like garment, her skin felt very smooth and had a nice texture. It seemed she had received good treatment at a beauty salon.

I slid my hand down her buttocks, then her thighs, and finally her calves, placing her entire thigh on mine. I said, "Mom, tell me, what do I want to do right now?" My mother said shyly, "If I don't say, I'll be bullying my own family." I kissed her chin and said, "Then, Mom, are you willing to let me bully you?" My mother didn't say anything at this point, but her breathing became rapid and heavy.

I got up, spread my mother's legs apart, threw the quilt on the floor, and turned on a bedside nightlight. My mother lay on the bed, half-covering her face with her hands, and said, "Are you really going to do this?" I pressed my body against my mother, pulled her hands apart, and looked at her face. My mother's long hair was spread on the pillow, her sheer nightgown revealed her black bra, and she was wearing a black lace triangle panty. Her dark blue sheer nightgown revealed her fragrant shoulders and beautiful legs, which made my penis hard.

I first gave my mother a deep kiss on her lips and said, "If you don't want to, I'll stop." My mother turned her face to the side, not daring to look me directly, and said, "Have you been holding back for a long time?" I gently kissed my mother's lips, the tip of her nose, her forehead, her ears, her neck, and her breasts. I kissed my mother until her eyes were half open and her gaze was hazy. I said, "If you don't want to today, I'm going to tease you anyway." My mother then chuckled and said, "You little rascal, you've been planning this all along, you've got me figured out." I pulled down the shoulder straps of my mother's nightgown and said, "I'm sorry, I was just looking at you, Mom..." After saying that, I had already pulled my mother's nightgown off her legs. My mother's black bra covered her two breasts, and the deep cleavage in the middle indicated that her breasts were not small. My mother tried to close her thighs, but I blocked them with my body.

My mother stretched out her right hand to cover her private parts, while her left arm protected her breasts, concealing her snow-white nipples. She snorted, "I...what about me?" I pulled her left hand away from her chest, then pulled her right hand up with my right, lifting both her hands upwards. I used my left hand to press down on her hands. My mother's armpits were clean-shaven.

I licked her armpit and said, "Mother, don't you want me to tease you a little?" My mother flinched from the lick and said, "You use this method to trick girls into bed?"

I put my arms around my mother's back and unhooked her bra. My mother covered her bra with her hands, unwilling to expose her nipples. I pressed my penis against the crotch of her panties and said, "Does it take this long to trick a girl into bed? I only flirt with you like this, Mom. Don't you want me to bully you tonight?" After saying that, I took off my black bra, and two snow-white breasts jumped out, shaped like teardrops. Although they were only C-cups, surprisingly, they were slightly perky and not sagging.

I ran my hands up my mother's hips, cupping the lower edge of her breasts and starting to knead them. My mother tilted her chin back and gasped, "What... are you... bullying... me?" Her voice was sweet and shy. I began to savor her nipples with my tongue, first licking the areola in circles, then tapping the nipple with the tip of my tongue. My left hand kneaded her left breast, and finally, I took a deep breath and began to roughly and forcefully knead and suckle her breast, using both my hands and mouth, making my mother let out moans from her nose and throat. As I licked, I said, "I won't stop until you clearly say whether you want me to bully you."

My mother's face was already flushed, and she touched my back with both hands, saying, "You're so embarrassing! You've teased me like this, how could I not want to?" I put my hands under my mother's armpits, pressing my chest against her breasts, and swayed my body up and down, kneading her breasts with my upper body and rubbing my penis against her vulva with my lower body.

Facing my mother, I looked deeply into her eyes and said, "Mom, I find you so beautiful. I'm afraid I'll hurt you tonight." My mother wrapped her arms around my neck and laughed, saying, "You've got that kind of skill? You've made me all hot and bothered. Honestly, how many girls have you done this to?"

I sucked hard on her sweet lips, our tongues entwining in my mother's mouth. She closed her eyes, responding to my sucking, from a gentle kiss to a frenzied inhale. I slowly swayed my hips, her waist rubbing against my penis. During

the kiss, I freed my right hand and pulled down her black lace panties. I released her lips and said, "I only love you, Mom. I want you to be my lover, okay?" My mother raised her left leg, letting me take off her panties, and said, "Lover, lover, your mother was always your lover in your past life, ha."

I stood up, got out of bed, rolled down the blinds on the window, and turned towards my mother's head. She got up and helped me take off my underwear, and my penis sprang out. My mother stared intently at my penis and said, "It really has grown." She covered her mouth and smiled.

I said, "Mom, how big do you mean by 'grown up'?" I turned my mother over, into a 69 position, woman on top. My mother said shyly, "How should I know? But this position is really embarrassing."

My mother's vulva was in front of me. I started to use my fingers to spread her labia, first playing with the entrance, stimulating the clitoris, then inserting my fingers to probe the vaginal walls, but not too deep.

While my mother was still enjoying the way I was playing with her tender vagina, I nudged my penis with my hips and said, "Mom, your private parts are so beautiful, can you suck them for me?" Only then did my mother grasp my penis and begin to stroke it.

Being stroked by my own mother was very different, unlike any of the girls I had been with before.

I felt that my penis was being stroked skillfully in my mother's hands; she wouldn't stroke it too fast and make me uncomfortable, nor would she grip it at the same rhythm and speed like a robot.

I called out, "Mom, can I use my mouth?" My mother replied, "You're so clever and resourceful." Before she finished speaking, I squeezed her buttocks with both hands and pressed down, widening her legs slightly. My tongue then licked her vulva from bottom to top, all the way to her anus. Her beautiful buttocks, feeling loose and numb from the licking, trembled slightly as she said, "You child...you're just bullying me..."

As I sucked the vaginal fluid that was beginning to flow from her vagina, my penis was also being sucked incessantly in my mother's mouth, whether she was licking the glans with her tongue or holding it in her hand and rotating it while blowing on it.

This 69 position brought both of us to the peak of sexual stimulation.

I figured that was about enough. Any longer and I'd be sucked until I exploded. My mother could get so wet and have multiple orgasms, but I couldn't. I could only manage three shots in a row, and after that, the bullets I shot were all watery, with no consistency. They only made my penis hurt a little.

I pushed my mother's buttocks forward and climbed up from between her legs. I squeezed her breast with my right hand and cupped her lower abdomen with my left. I moved her body towards the bottom of the bed so that her back was facing me.

I squeezed my mother's fleshy buttocks with both hands and said, "Mom... now is the real time to bully you? Let me tell you first, the soundproofing isn't good, so don't scream too loudly." I rubbed the head of my penis against my mother's vulva. My mother supported herself with her hands on the ground, letting her breasts hang in the air, and said without looking, "It's hot... it's itchy... even like this, you're still bullying Mom..."

I touched her vulva with my hand; it felt very wet. I pushed my penis into her vaginal walls, and my mother let out a soft moan, "Mmm... Ah..." I moved my hips slowly, afraid that my mother's vulva would be in pain at first because of such a large penetration. I kept my penis inside her vulva, pressed my chest against my mother's back, kneaded her breasts with both hands, and kissed the back of her ear, laughing, "Now guess how big it is? Am I teasing my mother?" My mother was already breathing heavily. She simply pulled up a pillow and rested her head on it, saying, "You're so naughty, I won't guess..." I began to move my penis slowly, thrusting in and out of her tender vulva with small movements and a slow speed.

I straightened my upper body, held my mother's hips with both hands, and thrust suddenly, making my mother groan.

I began to rhythmically sway my hips. As the speed and force increased, my mother's beautiful buttocks and my thighs made a "slap slap slap" sound, and her honey pot kept leaking lustful fluid, her flesh walls constantly squeezing my penis. I said, "Mom, your private parts are really amazing... No girl has ever been as amazing as you." I reached out my right hand and grabbed my mother's left hand, pulling her upper body up.

I wanted my mother to look at me. My mother twisted her upper body a little, and I looked at my mother's left breast, which kept swaying up and down in front of my face with my thrusts. My mother's face was even more adorable.

There seemed to be a tear in the corner of my mother's eye. Perhaps it had been too long since she had sex. Her eyes were red from the pain, making her even more pitiful.

My mother sobbed and said, "Why are you going so fast? Slow down!" I slowed down, turned my mother over to face up, and spread her legs wide like a frog. This time, I rubbed against her vulva and said, "Mom... haven't you had sex in a long time?"

My mother shyly kissed me first, saying, "You know your dad walks fast, and the noodle business at home is so busy. He's exhausted every day when he gets home, how could he have time to... to do it himself..." I caressed my mother's whole body with both hands, sucking on her toes, saying, "Mom~ you... haven't you been intimate with any men?" My mother struggled against my sucking because her feet were itchy from being licked, saying, "You naughty son, what nonsense are you talking about? I'm very chaste..." I hugged my mother tightly, whispering in her ear... Duo licked her lips and said, "Mom is so good. I remember some of the neighbor customers looked at you strangely when they came to the shop. Did they bully you?" My mother wrapped her legs around my waist, her vulva rubbing against my penis. She laughed and said, "Those people have the desire but not the courage. Even if they dared, I wouldn't want them. Besides, there's a bad guy on top of me right now, bullying me." I straightened my glans and began to have shallow intercourse at the entrance, only using the glans to enter. My mother, who was itching, frowned. She was burning with desire all over her body, and her head was spinning.

I laughed and said, "Mom, I'm not a bad person, I'm your precious son." I thrust in and out, making my mother writhe and twist her genitals, wishing I could take in more.

My mother said angrily, "If you're naughty, I'll get angry!" Suddenly, I thrust my cervix forward, causing my mother to grit her teeth, leaving a half-circle of teeth marks on her shoulder.

I started thrusting, almost shaking the entire dilapidated wooden bed apart. I was genuinely afraid that if I did it halfway down and the bed collapsed, the downstairs would call the police, and I would really be making a fool of myself.

I fucked my mother relentlessly, releasing the pent-up semen of the past month, my desire for women, and the tender, feminine beauty of my mother, which drove me wild with desire. I fucked her until she dared not scream, her body drenched in fragrant sweat from the pleasure.

The wooden bed groaned and moaned. I looked into my mother's eyes and said, "Mom... I want everything from you. Will you be my lover from now on?" My mother's almond-shaped eyes were half-open, and her cherry lips were slightly parted as she said, "I'm still your mother. Be good. If you want it, Mom can let you... Ah." With a powerful thrust, a slam, and a penetration, my mother arched her back, straightened her legs, and raised her beautiful buttocks an inch higher. Her private parts trembled and released a stream of lustful fluid. My penis and the sheets beneath were covered in her love juice.

After my mother calmed down a bit, I hugged her and kissed her, saying, "Promise me, from now on I'll call you 'Mom' when we're out, and 'Baby' in private, okay?" As I thrust my hips again, my mother couldn't hold back and moaned loudly.

Her soft breasts swayed up and down with each thrust of my missionary position. My mother said shyly, "I'll do as you say...son." The more I thrust, the more comfortable I felt. My penis was slippery and sticky inside her wet vagina. I laughed and said, "Still calling me 'son'? Call me 'husband'." My mother gasped, "You naughty...I won't say it."

I stopped thrusting, and when my mother saw that I wasn't moving, I said, "My beautiful darling, my wife, if you don't say that, you're not my sweetheart." My mother pouted and said, "Husband... darling." I said, "Mom, you're so good... hehe." Only then did my mother realize that I had teased her again. She said shyly and angrily, "You're just teasing me..." I laughed twice, kissed my mother's lips, and started to move my hips faster, making my mother's vagina stretch open and moan. I saw that the moans were getting louder and louder.

I didn't care what others thought. Looking at the woman before me—my kind mother, my shy and beautiful wife, my mischievous lover—I felt an overwhelming pleasure. The tightness of my mother's vagina sent a tingling sensation through my glans. I covered her mouth with my hand and thrust my glans deep inside her.

My body trembled, my penis quivering inside her, and a thick stream of semen gushed out.

I held my mother, waiting for our breathing to catch up. We looked at each other and smiled.

After a period of tenderness in bed, my mother and I took a shower and slept in each other's arms until the next morning.

My mother kept saying that I had kept her up all night, and that her back and waist were aching all day. I, on the other hand, was idly stroking her beautiful buttocks, and kissing my mother's little mouth, I said, "Going back this afternoon? So soon." My mother said it had been three days already, and if I didn't go back to open the shop, who would support me? I laughed and said, "Then what am I going to do if I miss my precious wife?" My mother nudged me with her elbow and said, "Still talking? Go home and find her yourself, hmph."

After graduating from university this year, I transferred to National Ilan University. My mother asked why I gave up Taipei, and I said, "I wanted to help Mom with her work; I didn't want to see her working so hard all by herself." I then patted my mother's waist, and she giggled, saying, "You always have such a mouth, half-truths. Everyone knows you're up to no good, haha." I whispered in my mother's ear, "I'll tell you a secret, actually I came to see my darling wife. Did you see her there?" I smiled shyly and said, "I didn't see her. I don't know who you're talking about." I put my hands on my mother's lower back and pressed my penis against her buttocks, saying, "She'll appear in my room tonight. If she doesn't appear, then she's in her room. Don't tell anyone, okay? Because she's my beautiful wife, and I don't want anyone to know. Understand?" My mother turned away from me and leaned against the living room chair, saying, "I don't understand who you're talking about. There's no such person here."

I picked my mother up in a princess carry and said, "Isn't she right in front of me? Hehe." My mother said, "You've got the wrong person, ah..." After that, I closed my mother's bedroom door, and we had another round of playful teasing.

My relationship with my mother is more like that of two friends who tease each other. My mother's mischief and my lovable silliness make me love everything about her even more. I'm willing to stay with my mother forever, never to be separated.

**This piece took me quite a while to type, and it's my first time trying to present the plot through dialogue. Perhaps there aren't many sex scenes, but it's the type of writing I enjoy.

I've always liked writing light and fun articles. This piece came to me suddenly. The conversations between mother and son, and the protagonist's distinctly Taiwanese accent, are all in a teasing tone that I really like. I also put a lot of effort into the flirtatious dialogue between mother and son.

Unfortunately, I didn't finish it well because my shoulder started hurting again, so I had to end it hastily, which is a real shame.

If you all enjoyed this article, I'll see if I have the time to create a series. Unfortunately, this one is ending here for now. I'll consider a new format in another post; I don't want my style to remain unchanged. Finally, thank you for reading. If you felt a slight smile while reading, it means I've grown a little more. Thank you all.

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