Mother and son love

It was late at night, and moonlight streamed in through the window. I, who had already closed my eyes, suddenly opened them again, quietly climbed out of bed, and without putting on any clothes, grabbed the digital camera that was already on the bedside table. I tiptoed out of the room, across the living room, and into the bedroom opposite.

I listened intently to the door for a while, and heard moaning sounds coming from inside. Excited, I gently pushed open the door and raised the camera.

On the Simmons bed in the bedroom, a middle-aged woman, wearing only a bra and with her panties pulled down to her knees, was vigorously kneading her high, full breasts through her bra with one hand, while the other hand was probing and digging into her vagina.

As I watched from outside the door, my penis hardened, my blood surging, almost uncontrollable. I desperately wanted to rush in and release my pent-up desire into that plump little hole. Fortunately, I was already used to this kind of thing, so I managed to suppress my desire and started snapping photos with my camera.

My name is Rong Bin, I'm eighteen years old. My father is the warden of a prison. Three years ago, my mother died in a plane crash, leaving my father and me to depend on each other.

Unexpectedly, two years ago, my father, who had never been interested in women, brought a woman named Xia Bing home and announced that she would be my stepmother from then on. That woman was twenty-five years old, with a curvaceous figure, very hot, with high, full breasts and a big, round, upturned buttocks. The first time I saw her, I almost got a nosebleed from anger.

I always thought this woman had seduced my father, but later, after hearing from Uncle Yang, who worked in the same prison as my father, I realized I was wrong.

It turned out that this woman's brother had been arrested for involvement with the underworld and sentenced to five years. They only had one son, but unfortunately, he was a good-for-nothing. The old man was so angry that his heart disease and diabetes flared up, and he was hospitalized. His mother also became somewhat mentally unstable. She had to take care of her father and mother, and also visit her brother in prison from time to time.

Her brother had been spoiled by their parents since childhood, never even washing a dish, and after growing up, he just drifted around in society and never did anything productive. Entering prison was a completely different experience, and not knowing how to get along with the other inmates, she suffered greatly. She had always felt sorry for her younger brother since childhood, a feeling that hadn't changed. Unable to bear seeing him go hungry in prison, she often brought him food to visit. Eventually, this caught the attention of Rong Long, the prison's local tyrant.

Taking advantage of his position, Rong Long showered her with attention. Unexpectedly, she remained unmoved, her heart as still as water. Frustrated, Rong Long devised a plan. He would casually mention to her that prisoners who behaved well in prison could have their sentences reduced, as certified by the warden. Those with exceptionally good behavior could serve their sentences at home, though they couldn't leave the city; otherwise, they were no different from ordinary people. After

several such mentions, she began to take note. Her father was still in the hospital receiving intravenous treatment, and although her mother's condition had improved slightly thanks to his careful care, the effect was minimal. The root of all this lay in her younger brother's imprisonment. If he could be released sooner, she believed that even if her parents' illnesses didn't improve immediately, their recovery would be just around the corner. So, the most crucial figure in securing her brother's reduced sentence was none other than Warden Rong Long.

She knew he had a slight interest in her; women, even if they didn't reciprocate someone's feelings, wouldn't openly admit it—it was too vain. Besides, this warden's affections could spare her brother much suffering. Therefore, although she didn't like him, she never rejected his advances. Now, needing his help, she was even less likely to be unhappy. Sometimes, she even had to suppress her feelings and feign compliance.

She thought it would end there. Unexpectedly, Warden Rong's ambitions lay elsewhere; he wanted everything from this woman. The outcome, of course, was predictable. How could a naive woman possibly stand a chance against Rong Long, the warden, in the incredibly complex world of prison? Moreover, Rong Long held a trump card: within the prison, he could decide her brother's fate—life or death. In prison, the warden was the supreme emperor.

Finally, the age-old tactic of coercion and enticement proved effective once again with Xia Bing. A month after her brother returned home to observe his behavior, she reluctantly became Rong Long's second wife.

A year ago, her brother was finally released from prison. She began to show her dissatisfaction with her nominal husband, constantly opposing him, especially regarding their sex life. Every time Rong Long made love, he felt that winning an Olympic gold medal would be easier than this. Yet, he was deeply in love with this nemesis, and out of necessity, he went to Germany for further studies, partly to avoid the torment, and partly hoping his beloved wife would change her mind. She, on the other hand, was perfectly happy with her carefree life.

Although she disliked her father, it didn't mean she was frigid. She was in the prime of her life, with the strongest libido, but she was also extremely proud, so although she found it unbearable, she would only relieve herself with her hand after I fell asleep each night, and didn't commit adultery. Of course, this gave me an opportunity.

One evening, instead of my usual routine of studying or surfing the internet alone in my room after dinner, I sat in the living room watching TV.

She came out of the kitchen after finishing her work and, seeing me, asked with a puzzled look, "What's wrong? Out of money again?"

Without waiting for my answer, she went straight to the bedroom to get some money, because in her mind, if I did that, it meant I was broke. I wouldn't stay in the living room unnecessarily, especially when my father wasn't home.

I quickly followed her into the bedroom. She took a wad of cash from the safe, counted it, and handed it to me. But when she noticed that I didn't leave after taking the money, she frowned and asked, "What's wrong? Not enough?"

I smiled and said, "No, it's just that I recently learned photography and took a few pictures. I wonder how they turned out? I wanted to ask you, Auntie, to take a look and tell me how they are." With a grin, I pulled a stack of photos from my pocket and handed them to her.

She took the photos with a puzzled look, probably wondering why I, who was usually so cold to her, was acting so strangely this time. She glanced at them, and her pretty face immediately turned red. She quickly looked at me, and seeing me staring at her with ill intent, her face flushed crimson as if it were about to bleed. She quickly lowered her head and frantically flipped through the photos with slightly trembling hands.

The more she looked at the photos, the more violently she trembled. There weren't many, only a dozen or so. She flipped through them, her voice trembling, and asked me, "These...these...things? Where did you get them?"

I smiled again, not answering her question directly, but instead asking, "Auntie, what do you think of these photos? They're not very good, are they? Mainly, the lighting is too weak, and the angles weren't carefully considered when taking them. However, I think that with practice, my photography skills will definitely improve. Then, I'll need Auntie's selfless help!" I said, using a double entendre.

Upon hearing my words, her body trembled violently, her large breasts bouncing up and down. It was evening, and she was lightly dressed, without a bra. Her breasts rippled beneath her thin shirt. Although it wasn't the first time I'd seen her, this sight still made my eyes glaze over, following the movement of her breasts, unable to look away; my penis bulged in my pants, hard as iron.

She was particularly sensitive at this moment, though she didn't look at me. She sensed my strange gaze and instinctively covered her chest with her hands. I watched her silently. The atmosphere in the room suddenly became strangely awkward. She seemed overwhelmed, her breathing becoming rapid. Although her hands covered most of her chest, her nervousness caused them to tremble with the bounce of her breasts. This indistinct exposure unintentionally fueled my desire, and my penis was already painfully hard.

However, I suppressed my lust and tried to keep my tone calm and natural, saying casually, "I've heard that your father is a skilled photographer, and I'd like to take these photos to him for his feedback. Auntie, what do you say?"

In an instant, her face turned from flushed to deathly pale, and she screamed, "No, you can't do this!" Seeing me calmly looking at her, her momentum immediately weakened, her pretty face turned blood red again, and she said weakly, "Xiao Bin, you can't do this."

I pretended to be surprised and said, "What? Is there a problem? Does Auntie think these photos are not good enough for Grandpa? That's true, but that's precisely why we need to let Grandpa see them! Let him give his opinion on these photos! Otherwise, how can my skills improve?"

She knew perfectly well that I was lying, but she had no words to refute me. But in her heart, she knew that if her father really saw these photos, she would definitely not want to live anymore. Everything else was secondary; given his father's stubborn, prideful nature, coupled with the heart disease and diabetes common in the elderly, he would almost certainly be driven to his death by anger.

If that happened, would he even be human? As a child, failing to be filial to his parents would... Heaven wouldn't forgive him either. No matter what, he absolutely couldn't let his father see these photos. Feeling as if he were holding these photos in his hands, a thought flashed through his mind, and he quickly clasped his hands together, ready to tear them to shreds.

An extremely inopportune voice rang out: "Tear them up. I have plenty of photos like these. Auntie can have as many as she wants. Hehe, but Auntie should be careful not to overwork herself. Otherwise, when Father comes back, who knows what will happen?"

Her hands froze in mid-air, a look of fear flashing in her eyes, clearly imagining the terrible consequences if her nominal husband found out she wasn't sexually insatiable. If her husband became enraged and told her parents, it would be the same as showing them the photos. With this thought, she knew that she absolutely couldn't let this matter find out from a third party; otherwise, the consequences would be unbearable.

She tried her best to calm herself down and said to me as gently as possible, "Xiaobin, give all these photos to Auntie. If you want to learn photography, Auntie can buy you a better digital camera. Then you can go to the countryside to take pictures. Wouldn't that be a better learning opportunity? Auntie can also give you some extra pocket money every month. What do you say?" I thought to myself: That should be enough, right? Although I comforted myself like this, I felt that things were far from as simple as I thought.

Sure enough, when she heard me say firmly, "No,"

she immediately asked anxiously, "What will it take for you to give these photos back to me? As long as you give these photos back to me, I'll do anything you ask, just give me the photos and negatives."

Hearing this, my tense mood immediately relaxed. That's exactly what I was waiting for, so I quickly pressed, "Really, I'll do anything?"

She looked up at me, seeing only a highly suspicious expression. Aside from that, she couldn't discern anything else. Although she had a vague feeling that something was amiss, she couldn't quite put her finger on it. Moreover, she never imagined that this boy, still so childishly calling her "Auntie," would have such filthy thoughts running through his mind. She assumed it was just a child's prank out of curiosity, something to get more pocket money and buy a few more things. Besides, she was already in a bind, so she could only grit her teeth and answer, "Of course."

I really wanted to burst out laughing; I hadn't expected this seemingly beautiful Aunt Bing to be so unsuspecting. Didn't she notice the strange, burning gaze I'd been giving her, especially lately? Didn't she know I often smelled her underwear and bra when she wasn't home? Could it be…

that the conspiracy went so easily? I felt uneasy. I cautiously looked at her, disbelievingly, and pressed her again, "Really anything?" I emphasized the word "anything."

Without hesitation, she readily replied, "Anything. Tell me, what do you want?"

Only then did I realize that my "dear" Aunt Bing hadn't even considered that possibility. Perhaps in her eyes, I was still that stubborn little boy who refused to call her "Mom" when she first married into the family. Still that playful teenager who only knew about counter-terrorism! Although her lack of wariness towards me made my plan easier to implement, it seemed that if I brought it up directly, she would likely only have two reactions: faint or pass out.

It appeared I had to change my plan.

So, amidst her tension, fear, anxiety, and unease, I uttered something that shocked her yet was also subtly expected. "I want Aunt Xia to let me take a few more photos." After saying this, I stared intently at her face, not missing a single expression.

The extreme shock caused my stepmother to momentarily lose her composure, then she looked at me with a strange expression—a strange look, not shock, not anger, but rather a kind of sorrow, as if my request had been entirely anticipated by her.

She seemed unsure, her eyes fixed on me, as if seeking a definite answer.

Her gaze made me uneasy, my legs trembling. I already had a guilty conscience, and besides, if she firmly disagreed, I had no choice. Could I really do as I said and show those photos to my father and her family? I couldn't bear the shame!

My only hope now was that she believed I would show those photos to my father and her family if she didn't listen to me.

No, I couldn't back down. I was now in a bind. If I retreated now, I might never have another chance. With her on guard, she certainly wouldn't let me succeed. Besides, maybe this gamble would still have a chance of success?

As the saying goes, lust emboldens a man. Thinking of her exquisite expression, alluring figure, and seductive voice during masturbation, his heart stirred again. His previously limp penis rose once more, and he stared intently at his stepmother, unblinking. For a moment,

Xia Bing felt as if she were about to faint. Her long-held premonition had finally come true. It turned out that this nominal son wasn't just after a few coins. His target was her, yet why didn't she feel anger? And although she felt shocked—no, to be precise, disappointed—as if his demands disappointed her, as if she wasn't satisfied with them.

Suddenly, the image of Rong Bin's erect penis flashed into her mind, and her body seemed to heat up. She suddenly realized she wasn't satisfied with his demands; what demands would she be satisfied with?

An idea flashed into her mind, and with it, her body trembled. A gush of nectar suddenly spurted from her private parts, and a powerful wave of pleasure washed over her. It was even more intense than the orgasm she experienced with Rong Long, even more ecstatic.

As the pleasure gradually subsided, Xia Bing's senses slowly returned. When she realized what she had just been thinking and the shameful changes her body had undergone, she was overcome with shame and almost instinctively screamed, "No, you are my son! How could you make such a request of me?"

This statement contained little of a refusal and was mostly an attempt to cover up her embarrassment.

So what I saw was: after a while, my stepmother's body trembled strangely, her pretty face turning crimson, but only for a moment. Then, as if suddenly waking up, she screamed, "No, you are my son! How could you make such a request of me?" Hearing

her scream, I actually breathed a sigh of relief. Thankfully, it wasn't unexpected. If my stepmother had continued to confront me with that same expression, I don't know how long I could have held out.

I sneered, "Son, when have you ever treated me as your son? What makes you think you can be my mother? What right do you have? You're nothing but a slut who sells her soul and body to achieve her own goals."

Don't think that doing this for your family is an excuse. Even if it's for your family, there are other ways besides using your body. How is what you're doing different from prostitutes? Prostitutes offer themselves to clients for money; and you, you're doing it for your so-called family.

Although your purpose may seem noble and your starting point lofty, perhaps it's out of desperation, in essence, your actions are no different from the money-for-sex transactions between prostitutes and their clients. You're both using your body to achieve your goals.

Moreover, if you do it for your family today, you could do it for your friends tomorrow, or for money, power, or anything else, selling your lewd body in the same way. Xia Bing

's face turned deathly pale. My words had struck her right where it hurt. She had always told herself she was forced to marry Rong Long for her family's sake.

She had no choice, and it wasn't her fault. But Rong Bin's words shattered her carefully constructed castle. She realized that what she thought was an invincible fortress was so fragile. Her reasons were utterly absurd and laughable.

Yes, she didn't have to use her body as a condition for her brother's parole! She could have used money; her family wasn't short of money. Although she said she was doing it for her parents, was she really, as Rong Bin claimed, a wanton woman, a prostitute?

I die... I stared intently at my stepmother's face, and when I saw the despair flash in her eyes, a sudden pang of pity gripped my heart. She had always been hardworking and devoted since marrying into our family, completely ending the two years of neglect and slovenliness my father and I had endured after my mother's death. Our home was always spotless, clean and tidy.

Moreover, she never chatted with the neighbor's housewives; when she had nothing to do, she was always alone... I'm just listening to music. Although she's quiet and reserved, she's still a virtuous wife and loving mother. Besides, she was forced to marry her father because of his abuse of power. It's already quite commendable that she didn't make a scene like others.

Should I really ruin her already unhappy life for my own selfish reasons? For a moment, I even wanted to say, "No, I was just joking. Now, I'll give you the photo." The words

were on the tip of my tongue, but I swallowed them back. I had been planning this for days, and success was within reach. Was I really going to give up?

The thought of her alluring figure, her plump vulva, her high breasts, and her round, pert buttocks burned like a fire within me, impossible to extinguish.

I was torn, my conscience and evil locked in a constant struggle.

"Forget it," my conscience said, but another voice immediately countered, "You've been planning this for days. Are you really going to give up like this?" "

She's already unhappy since marrying Father, why ruin her life that's just started to improve? Besides, when you were sick, wasn't she the one who took care of you day and night? You recovered quickly, but she lost a lot of weight! She's been so good to you, how can you bear to mistreat her?"

"She's unhappy, that's why she needs your care! She doesn't have sex with Father because she hates him, she takes care of herself every day. But the books say that this will severely damage her body in the long run. She needs you to quell her lust. Father owes her enough, let yourself repay some of his debts." "

At this thought, she seemed to have found a reason for herself. She let out a long sigh, lifting her head from her contemplation, only to unexpectedly meet a pair of anxious eyes.

Xia Bing was also in a state of utter confusion, unsure of what to do. Logically, she should have firmly refused. But today, she didn't know what possessed her; her mind was filled with absurd thoughts she'd never considered before, and she kept unconsciously thinking of Rong Bin standing in front of her. Her heart pounded, and her mind was in turmoil.

Seeing that Rong Bin remained silent for a long time, her heart..." Something was strange, it seemed, even a hint of blame. She couldn't help but steal a quick, furtive glance at the boy opposite her.

That single glance was enough to hold her gaze. Rong Bin's eyes were unfocused, staring blankly at the ceiling, muttering something unintelligible. Slowly, his head drooped lower and lower, and his once-straight posture seemed unsteady, trembling slightly. As he lowered his head, Xia Bing, with her uniquely feminine sensitivity, sensed that Rong Bin was caught in a contradiction.

He... What was so difficult to decide? Xia Bing unconsciously put herself in Rong Bin's shoes. Suddenly, Xia Bing's delicate body trembled; she knew why Rong Bin was conflicted. He was conflicted about whether or not to continue with the conditions he had just proposed.

Thinking of this, besides happiness and relief, Xia Bing felt a lingering melancholy deep within her heart. Moreover, her happiness wasn't about finally being free from the worries about the photos; it seemed she was happy for Rong Bin.

Yes! She was relieved for Rong Bin, relieved that he had finally matured. She was relieved that he still cared for her. But besides happiness, there was also a tinge of reluctance. Why the reluctance? The answer was obvious. Xia Bing blushed again, shaking her head vigorously, trying to banish this absurd thought.

Unintentionally, her gaze fell on Rong Bin, who was still looking down. As if he possessed some kind of magic, that shameful thought vanished instantly, replaced by a concerned look in her eyes, a hint of pain flashing within them. She could almost feel his inner conflict, his internal struggle.

"What do I want him to do? Right now, my mind is blank, only focused on how to ease his pain. Ugh, if I make him not hesitate, wouldn't that mean I... ugh... what's wrong with me today!" "

While I was thinking wildly, I didn't realize that Rong Bin, who had lowered his head just now, had raised his head. Unable to prevent it, the two of them looked into each other's eyes. Xia Bing's pretty face turned red for no reason, and a trace of shyness flashed in her eyes, and she was trying to avoid his gaze.

In a panic, she met him again unexpectedly, and she quickly lowered her head, her heart pounding. She felt that there was a narrow smile in the other person's eyes. His hateful eyes seemed to be able to see through his own heart. Xia Bing was even more flustered. He was twisting his clothes unconsciously with his hands, and his face was as red as a persimmon.

People are probably like this when they want to do something. No matter how ridiculous, how absurd, or how unbelievable it is, we can do it. Find a reason that you think is reasonable and sufficient.

As for me, although what I was thinking about was how to get my stepmother into bed, this outrageous act, I could still find a reason that I thought was sufficient: Her daily masturbation is harmful to her health; our family owes her too much, so let me repay some of it on behalf of my father; she's unhappy, so let me bring her happiness!

Although these reasons seem absurd and unbelievable in retrospect, at the time, I felt there was no better reason. Similarly, there was no better solution.

I raised my head, gazing at the lovely woman opposite me—my stepmother. Smiling gently, I said, "Aunt Xia, come, lie down on the bed. Let me take some good pictures of you." Xia

Bing visibly trembled upon hearing this. She suddenly looked up, and to my surprise, I found her face streaked with tears. I stared at her, momentarily panicked, unsure what to do. Although I had planned what to do if she cried, when the moment came, all my pre-planned methods were useless.

Threats, sweet words, gentle coaxing, intimidation—all were rendered useless. I stood there, frozen, staring at her.

We just stared at each other like that. Suddenly, she cried out in a hoarse voice, "No, this can't be! This is incest, it'll be punished by heaven! I don't want those photos anymore, do whatever you want with them!" Then she turned over and lay on the bed, bursting into tears.

The situation took a sharp turn for the worse, and the sudden change made me even more panicked. I stood there, staring blankly at her back, which was heaving with sobs, and for a moment I couldn't say a word.

It was late at night, and moonlight streamed in through the window. I, who had already closed my eyes, suddenly opened them again, quietly climbed out of bed, and without putting on any clothes, grabbed the digital camera that was already on the bedside table. I tiptoed out of the room, across the living room, and into the bedroom opposite.

I listened intently to the door for a while, and heard moaning sounds coming from inside. Excited, I gently pushed open the door and raised the camera.

On the Simmons bed in the bedroom, a middle-aged woman, wearing only a bra and with her panties pulled down to her knees, was vigorously kneading her high, full breasts through her bra with one hand, while the other hand was probing and digging into her vagina.

As I watched from outside the door, my penis hardened, my blood surging, almost uncontrollable. I desperately wanted to rush in and release my pent-up desire into that plump little hole. Fortunately, I was already used to this kind of thing, so I managed to suppress my desire and started snapping photos with my camera.

My name is Rong Bin, I'm eighteen years old. My father is the warden of a prison. Three years ago, my mother died in a plane crash, leaving my father and me to depend on each other.

Unexpectedly, two years ago, my father, who had never been interested in women, brought a woman named Xia Bing home and announced that she would be my stepmother from then on. That woman was twenty-five years old, with a curvaceous figure, very hot, with high, full breasts and a big, round, upturned buttocks. The first time I saw her, I almost got a nosebleed from anger.

I always thought this woman had seduced my father, but later, after hearing from Uncle Yang, who worked in the same prison as my father, I realized I was wrong.

It turned out that this woman's brother had been arrested for involvement with the underworld and sentenced to five years. They only had one son, but unfortunately, he was a good-for-nothing. The old man was so angry that his heart disease and diabetes flared up, and he was hospitalized. His mother also became somewhat mentally unstable. She had to take care of her father and mother, and also visit her brother in prison from time to time.

Her brother had been spoiled by their parents since childhood, never even washing a dish, and after growing up, he just drifted around in society and never did anything productive. Entering prison was a completely different experience, and not knowing how to get along with the other inmates, she suffered greatly. She had always felt sorry for her younger brother since childhood, a feeling that hadn't changed. Unable to bear seeing him go hungry in prison, she often brought him food to visit. Eventually, this caught the attention of Rong Long, the prison's local tyrant.

Taking advantage of his position, Rong Long showered her with attention. Unexpectedly, she remained unmoved, her heart as still as water. Frustrated, Rong Long devised a plan. He would casually mention to her that prisoners who behaved well in prison could have their sentences reduced, as certified by the warden. Those with exceptionally good behavior could serve their sentences at home, though they couldn't leave the city; otherwise, they were no different from ordinary people. After

several such mentions, she began to take note. Her father was still in the hospital receiving intravenous treatment, and although her mother's condition had improved slightly thanks to his careful care, the effect was minimal. The root of all this lay in her younger brother's imprisonment. If he could be released sooner, she believed that even if her parents' illnesses didn't improve immediately, their recovery would be just around the corner. So, the most crucial figure in securing her brother's reduced sentence was none other than Warden Rong Long.

She knew he had a slight interest in her; women, even if they didn't reciprocate someone's feelings, wouldn't openly admit it—it was too vain. Besides, this warden's affections could spare her brother much suffering. Therefore, although she didn't like him, she never rejected his advances. Now, needing his help, she was even less likely to be unhappy. Sometimes, she even had to suppress her feelings and feign compliance.

She thought it would end there. Unexpectedly, Warden Rong's ambitions lay elsewhere; he wanted everything from this woman. The outcome, of course, was predictable. How could a naive woman possibly stand a chance against Rong Long, the warden, in the incredibly complex world of prison? Moreover, Rong Long held a trump card: within the prison, he could decide her brother's fate—life or death. In prison, the warden was the supreme emperor.

Finally, the age-old tactic of coercion and enticement proved effective once again with Xia Bing. A month after her brother returned home to observe his behavior, she reluctantly became Rong Long's second wife.

A year ago, her brother was finally released from prison. She began to show her dissatisfaction with her nominal husband, constantly opposing him, especially regarding their sex life. Every time Rong Long made love, he felt that winning an Olympic gold medal would be easier than this. Yet, he was deeply in love with this nemesis, and out of necessity, he went to Germany for further studies, partly to avoid the torment, and partly hoping his beloved wife would change her mind. She, on the other hand, was perfectly happy with her carefree life.

Although she disliked her father, it didn't mean she was frigid. She was in the prime of her life, with the strongest libido, but she was also extremely proud, so although she found it unbearable, she would only relieve herself with her hand after I fell asleep each night, and didn't commit adultery. Of course, this gave me an opportunity.

One evening, instead of my usual routine of studying or surfing the internet alone in my room after dinner, I sat in the living room watching TV.

She came out of the kitchen after finishing her work and, seeing me, asked with a puzzled look, "What's wrong? Out of money again?"

Without waiting for my answer, she went straight to the bedroom to get some money, because in her mind, if I did that, it meant I was broke. I wouldn't stay in the living room unnecessarily, especially when my father wasn't home.

I quickly followed her into the bedroom. She took a wad of cash from the safe, counted it, and handed it to me. But when she noticed that I didn't leave after taking the money, she frowned and asked, "What's wrong? Not enough?"

I smiled and said, "No, it's just that I recently learned photography and took a few pictures. I wonder how they turned out? I wanted to ask you, Auntie, to take a look and tell me how they are." With a grin, I pulled a stack of photos from my pocket and handed them to her.

She took the photos with a puzzled look, probably wondering why I, who was usually so cold to her, was acting so strangely this time. She glanced at them, and her pretty face immediately turned red. She quickly looked at me, and seeing me staring at her with ill intent, her face flushed crimson as if it were about to bleed. She quickly lowered her head and frantically flipped through the photos with slightly trembling hands.

The more she looked at the photos, the more violently she trembled. There weren't many, only a dozen or so. She flipped through them, her voice trembling, and asked me, "These...these...things? Where did you get them?"

I smiled again, not answering her question directly, but instead asking, "Auntie, what do you think of these photos? They're not very good, are they? Mainly, the lighting is too weak, and the angles weren't carefully considered when taking them. However, I think that with practice, my photography skills will definitely improve. Then, I'll need Auntie's selfless help!" I said, using a double entendre.

Upon hearing my words, her body trembled violently, her large breasts bouncing up and down. It was evening, and she was lightly dressed, without a bra. Her breasts rippled beneath her thin shirt. Although it wasn't the first time I'd seen her, this sight still made my eyes glaze over, following the movement of her breasts, unable to look away; my penis bulged in my pants, hard as iron.

She was particularly sensitive at this moment, though she didn't look at me. She sensed my strange gaze and instinctively covered her chest with her hands. I watched her silently. The atmosphere in the room suddenly became strangely awkward. She seemed overwhelmed, her breathing becoming rapid. Although her hands covered most of her chest, her nervousness caused them to tremble with the bounce of her breasts. This indistinct exposure unintentionally fueled my desire, and my penis was already painfully hard.

However, I suppressed my lust and tried to keep my tone calm and natural, saying casually, "I've heard that your father is a skilled photographer, and I'd like to take these photos to him for his feedback. Auntie, what do you say?"

In an instant, her face turned from flushed to deathly pale, and she screamed, "No, you can't do this!" Seeing me calmly looking at her, her momentum immediately weakened, her pretty face turned blood red again, and she said weakly, "Xiao Bin, you can't do this."

I pretended to be surprised and said, "What? Is there a problem? Does Auntie think these photos are not good enough for Grandpa? That's true, but that's precisely why we need to let Grandpa see them! Let him give his opinion on these photos! Otherwise, how can my skills improve?"

She knew perfectly well that I was lying, but she had no words to refute me. But in her heart, she knew that if her father really saw these photos, she would definitely not want to live anymore. Everything else was secondary; given his father's stubborn, prideful nature, coupled with the heart disease and diabetes common in the elderly, he would almost certainly be driven to his death by anger.

If that happened, would he even be human? As a child, failing to be filial to his parents would... Heaven wouldn't forgive him either. No matter what, he absolutely couldn't let his father see these photos. Feeling as if he were holding these photos in his hands, a thought flashed through his mind, and he quickly clasped his hands together, ready to tear them to shreds.

An extremely inopportune voice rang out: "Tear them up. I have plenty of photos like these. Auntie can have as many as she wants. Hehe, but Auntie should be careful not to overwork herself. Otherwise, when Father comes back, who knows what will happen?"

Her hands froze in mid-air, a look of fear flashing in her eyes, clearly imagining the terrible consequences if her nominal husband found out she wasn't sexually insatiable. If her husband became enraged and told her parents, it would be the same as showing them the photos. With this thought, she knew that she absolutely couldn't let this matter find out from a third party; otherwise, the consequences would be unbearable.

She tried her best to calm herself down and said to me as gently as possible, "Xiaobin, give all these photos to Auntie. If you want to learn photography, Auntie can buy you a better digital camera. Then you can go to the countryside to take pictures. Wouldn't that be a better learning opportunity? Auntie can also give you some extra pocket money every month. What do you say?" I thought to myself: That should be enough, right? Although I comforted myself like this, I felt that things were far from as simple as I thought.

Sure enough, when she heard me say firmly, "No,"

she immediately asked anxiously, "What will it take for you to give these photos back to me? As long as you give these photos back to me, I'll do anything you ask, just give me the photos and negatives."

Hearing this, my tense mood immediately relaxed. That's exactly what I was waiting for, so I quickly pressed, "Really, I'll do anything?"

She looked up at me, seeing only a highly suspicious expression. Aside from that, she couldn't discern anything else. Although she had a vague feeling that something was amiss, she couldn't quite put her finger on it. Moreover, she never imagined that this boy, still so childishly calling her "Auntie," would have such filthy thoughts running through his mind. She assumed it was just a child's prank out of curiosity, something to get more pocket money and buy a few more things. Besides, she was already in a bind, so she could only grit her teeth and answer, "Of course."

I really wanted to burst out laughing; I hadn't expected this seemingly beautiful Aunt Bing to be so unsuspecting. Didn't she notice the strange, burning gaze I'd been giving her, especially lately? Didn't she know I often smelled her underwear and bra when she wasn't home? Could it be…

that the conspiracy went so easily? I felt uneasy. I cautiously looked at her, disbelievingly, and pressed her again, "Really anything?" I emphasized the word "anything."

Without hesitation, she readily replied, "Anything. Tell me, what do you want?"

Only then did I realize that my "dear" Aunt Bing hadn't even considered that possibility. Perhaps in her eyes, I was still that stubborn little boy who refused to call her "Mom" when she first married into the family. Still that playful teenager who only knew about counter-terrorism! Although her lack of wariness towards me made my plan easier to implement, it seemed that if I brought it up directly, she would likely only have two reactions: faint or pass out.

It appeared I had to change my plan.

So, amidst her tension, fear, anxiety, and unease, I uttered something that shocked her yet was also subtly expected. "I want Aunt Xia to let me take a few more photos." After saying this, I stared intently at her face, not missing a single expression.

The extreme shock caused my stepmother to momentarily lose her composure, then she looked at me with a strange expression—a strange look, not shock, not anger, but rather a kind of sorrow, as if my request had been entirely anticipated by her.

She seemed unsure, her eyes fixed on me, as if seeking a definite answer.

Her gaze made me uneasy, my legs trembling. I already had a guilty conscience, and besides, if she firmly disagreed, I had no choice. Could I really do as I said and show those photos to my father and her family? I couldn't bear the shame!

My only hope now was that she believed I would show those photos to my father and her family if she didn't listen to me.

No, I couldn't back down. I was now in a bind. If I retreated now, I might never have another chance. With her on guard, she certainly wouldn't let me succeed. Besides, maybe this gamble would still have a chance of success?

As the saying goes, lust emboldens a man. Thinking of her exquisite expression, alluring figure, and seductive voice during masturbation, his heart stirred again. His previously limp penis rose once more, and he stared intently at his stepmother, unblinking. For a moment,

Xia Bing felt as if she were about to faint. Her long-held premonition had finally come true. It turned out that this nominal son wasn't just after a few coins. His target was her, yet why didn't she feel anger? And although she felt shocked—no, to be precise, disappointed—as if his demands disappointed her, as if she wasn't satisfied with them.

Suddenly, the image of Rong Bin's erect penis flashed into her mind, and her body seemed to heat up. She suddenly realized she wasn't satisfied with his demands; what demands would she be satisfied with?

An idea flashed into her mind, and with it, her body trembled. A gush of nectar suddenly spurted from her private parts, and a powerful wave of pleasure washed over her. It was even more intense than the orgasm she experienced with Rong Long, even more ecstatic.

As the pleasure gradually subsided, Xia Bing's senses slowly returned. When she realized what she had just been thinking and the shameful changes her body had undergone, she was overcome with shame and almost instinctively screamed, "No, you are my son! How could you make such a request of me?"

This statement contained little of a refusal and was mostly an attempt to cover up her embarrassment.

So what I saw was: after a while, my stepmother's body trembled strangely, her pretty face turning crimson, but only for a moment. Then, as if suddenly waking up, she screamed, "No, you are my son! How could you make such a request of me?" Hearing

her scream, I actually breathed a sigh of relief. Thankfully, it wasn't unexpected. If my stepmother had continued to confront me with that same expression, I don't know how long I could have held out.

I sneered, "Son, when have you ever treated me as your son? What makes you think you can be my mother? What right do you have? You're nothing but a slut who sells her soul and body to achieve her own goals."

Don't think that doing this for your family is an excuse. Even if it's for your family, there are other ways besides using your body. How is what you're doing different from prostitutes? Prostitutes offer themselves to clients for money; and you, you're doing it for your so-called family.

Although your purpose may seem noble and your starting point lofty, perhaps it's out of desperation, in essence, your actions are no different from the money-for-sex transactions between prostitutes and their clients. You're both using your body to achieve your goals.

Moreover, if you do it for your family today, you could do it for your friends tomorrow, or for money, power, or anything else, selling your lewd body in the same way. Xia Bing

's face turned deathly pale. My words had struck her right where it hurt. She had always told herself she was forced to marry Rong Long for her family's sake.

She had no choice, and it wasn't her fault. But Rong Bin's words shattered her carefully constructed castle. She realized that what she thought was an invincible fortress was so fragile. Her reasons were utterly absurd and laughable.

Yes, she didn't have to use her body as a condition for her brother's parole! She could have used money; her family wasn't short of money. Although she said she was doing it for her parents, was she really, as Rong Bin claimed, a wanton woman, a prostitute?

I die... I stared intently at my stepmother's face, and when I saw the despair flash in her eyes, a sudden pang of pity gripped my heart. She had always been hardworking and devoted since marrying into our family, completely ending the two years of neglect and slovenliness my father and I had endured after my mother's death. Our home was always spotless, clean and tidy.

Moreover, she never chatted with the neighbor's housewives; when she had nothing to do, she was always alone... I'm just listening to music. Although she's quiet and reserved, she's still a virtuous wife and loving mother. Besides, she was forced to marry her father because of his abuse of power. It's already quite commendable that she didn't make a scene like others.

Should I really ruin her already unhappy life for my own selfish reasons? For a moment, I even wanted to say, "No, I was just joking. Now, I'll give you the photo." The words

were on the tip of my tongue, but I swallowed them back. I had been planning this for days, and success was within reach. Was I really going to give up?

The thought of her alluring figure, her plump vulva, her high breasts, and her round, pert buttocks burned like a fire within me, impossible to extinguish.

I was torn, my conscience and evil locked in a constant struggle.

"Forget it," my conscience said, but another voice immediately countered, "You've been planning this for days. Are you really going to give up like this?" "

She's already unhappy since marrying Father, why ruin her life that's just started to improve? Besides, when you were sick, wasn't she the one who took care of you day and night? You recovered quickly, but she lost a lot of weight! She's been so good to you, how can you bear to mistreat her?"

"She's unhappy, that's why she needs your care! She doesn't have sex with Father because she hates him, she takes care of herself every day. But the books say that this will severely damage her body in the long run. She needs you to quell her lust. Father owes her enough, let yourself repay some of his debts." "

At this thought, she seemed to have found a reason for herself. She let out a long sigh, lifting her head from her contemplation, only to unexpectedly meet a pair of anxious eyes.

Xia Bing was also in a state of utter confusion, unsure of what to do. Logically, she should have firmly refused. But today, she didn't know what possessed her; her mind was filled with absurd thoughts she'd never considered before, and she kept unconsciously thinking of Rong Bin standing in front of her. Her heart pounded, and her mind was in turmoil.

Seeing that Rong Bin remained silent for a long time, her heart..." Something was strange, it seemed, even a hint of blame. She couldn't help but steal a quick, furtive glance at the boy opposite her.

That single glance was enough to hold her gaze. Rong Bin's eyes were unfocused, staring blankly at the ceiling, muttering something unintelligible. Slowly, his head drooped lower and lower, and his once-straight posture seemed unsteady, trembling slightly. As he lowered his head, Xia Bing, with her uniquely feminine sensitivity, sensed that Rong Bin was caught in a contradiction.

He... What was so difficult to decide? Xia Bing unconsciously put herself in Rong Bin's shoes. Suddenly, Xia Bing's delicate body trembled; she knew why Rong Bin was conflicted. He was conflicted about whether or not to continue with the conditions he had just proposed.

Thinking of this, besides happiness and relief, Xia Bing felt a lingering melancholy deep within her heart. Moreover, her happiness wasn't about finally being free from the worries about the photos; it seemed she was happy for Rong Bin.

Yes! She was relieved for Rong Bin, relieved that he had finally matured. She was relieved that he still cared for her. But besides happiness, there was also a tinge of reluctance. Why the reluctance? The answer was obvious. Xia Bing blushed again, shaking her head vigorously, trying to banish this absurd thought.

Unintentionally, her gaze fell on Rong Bin, who was still looking down. As if he possessed some kind of magic, that shameful thought vanished instantly, replaced by a concerned look in her eyes, a hint of pain flashing within them. She could almost feel his inner conflict, his internal struggle.

"What do I want him to do? Right now, my mind is blank, only focused on how to ease his pain. Ugh, if I make him not hesitate, wouldn't that mean I... ugh... what's wrong with me today!" "

While I was thinking wildly, I didn't realize that Rong Bin, who had lowered his head just now, had raised his head. Unable to prevent it, the two of them looked into each other's eyes. Xia Bing's pretty face turned red for no reason, and a trace of shyness flashed in her eyes, and she was trying to avoid his gaze.

In a panic, she met him again unexpectedly, and she quickly lowered her head, her heart pounding. She felt that there was a narrow smile in the other person's eyes. His hateful eyes seemed to be able to see through his own heart. Xia Bing was even more flustered. He was twisting his clothes unconsciously with his hands, and his face was as red as a persimmon.

People are probably like this when they want to do something. No matter how ridiculous, how absurd, or how unbelievable it is, we can do it. Find a reason that you think is reasonable and sufficient.

As for me, although what I was thinking about was how to get my stepmother into bed, this outrageous act, I could still find a reason that I thought was sufficient: Her daily masturbation is harmful to her health; our family owes her too much, so let me repay some of it on behalf of my father; she's unhappy, so let me bring her happiness!

Although these reasons seem absurd and unbelievable in retrospect, at the time, I felt there was no better reason. Similarly, there was no better solution.

I raised my head, gazing at the lovely woman opposite me—my stepmother. Smiling gently, I said, "Aunt Xia, come, lie down on the bed. Let me take some good pictures of you." Xia

Bing visibly trembled upon hearing this. She suddenly looked up, and to my surprise, I found her face streaked with tears. I stared at her, momentarily panicked, unsure what to do. Although I had planned what to do if she cried, when the moment came, all my pre-planned methods were useless.

Threats, sweet words, gentle coaxing, intimidation—all were rendered useless. I stood there, frozen, staring at her.

We just stared at each other like that. Suddenly, she cried out in a hoarse voice, "No, this can't be! This is incest, it'll be punished by heaven! I don't want those photos anymore, do whatever you want with them!" Then she turned over and lay on the bed, bursting into tears.

The situation took a sharp turn for the worse, and the sudden change made me even more panicked. I stood there, staring blankly at her back, which was heaving with sobs, and for a moment I couldn't say a word.

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