Why not succumb to mediocrity?

My mother and I walked hand in hand along the tree-lined avenue.

This road, built two years ago, is no different from a regular highway, except that instead of
sidewalks , it's lined with large trees. The trees aren't very wide, about ten meters across each side. If we were walking in the direction we were going
, a residential area lay behind the trees on the left, and a railway line on the right. This road is in a remote location, with
few vehicles passing by; it's mainly for the convenience of a small number of residents. However, it also benefits
elderly people who enjoy strolling, and as living standards have improved, young men and women with private cars have also benefited considerably—you know what I mean.

My mother insists on taking me for a walk here every day. I know she means well, but I really dislike it. There are two reasons:
first, the environment isn't very pleasant; trains rumble past occasionally, and even replacing the trees with flowerbeds only makes it
passable . Second, my mother is very beautiful, and it feels awkward to be led by her. If you ask why it feels awkward—
why isn't a walk with a beautiful woman satisfying? That's because you've never considered it from a son's perspective. Honestly, I'd rather my mother
were an ordinary-looking, nagging middle-aged woman, wearing shorts every day and forcing me to talk back to her.
That way , I'd happily hold her hand and go for walks; there'd be nothing shameful about it. But if that woman were my mother,
then I'd have to look at her differently.

My mother's full name is Zhou Huiyi. She was born into a scholarly family, the kind of traditional woman who was well-educated and reasonable (she
started as a pure and kind young girl, and only later became a woman). She was very beautiful in her youth, with
many , yet she was won over by my unremarkable father, which is quite unbelievable. My mother said that back then, my father would
write her letters and love poems every few days, and she was moved by his literary talent, which is why she married him. I chuckled, unable
to imagine that my father, a vulgar and uncouth businessman, could have any literary talent. To outsiders, my mother had a keen eye for business, and my
father's fortunes improved significantly after he turned thirty. While not exactly wealthy, he was probably the richest man in their neighborhood
(my mother loved the people and things there, so she didn't move to a better place). It was enviable, and my mother was
content . But as everyone knows, a successful businessman has his own thoughts and anxieties. Sometimes she would
weep alone, which broke my heart. But having received traditional "wife-and-child-care" education, she endured it all, focusing
all her attention on me, hoping I would succeed.

I found it strange that my mother was so beautiful, while my father was still philandering and often staying out all night. She
was 1.67 meters tall, and while she was slender in her youth, she was now fuller, just right, with
only .

She had large breasts; I'd secretly seen her bra—a D cup. When she wore tight pants,
you could see her round, full but not large buttocks. I don't know if her buttocks sagged; it's hard
to tell.

Her legs were long and shapely, her thighs full, her calves not particularly shapely, but for a middle-aged woman,
they were exceptional. She weighed 105 pounds, neither tall nor short, neither fat nor thin. What's most striking about my mother is her youthful appearance.
She's forty-four, yet possesses the youthful beauty of a thirty-four-year-old, but her demeanor clearly indicates she
's past middle age, calmly approaching fifty. Thirty-something women still harbor youthful desires, are very concerned with their
image and appearance, whether they are attractive, are restless, and prone to infidelity. Forty-something women are calm and serene, have
come to terms with life, dress casually (my mother isn't sloppy), and have a more generous air. My mother is like that; the only thing that
excites is my situation.

I'm currently a sophomore in university, but on leave. The reasons are simple and complex: poor grades (it's not easy to get into
a prestigious university), a breakup, and many other reasons. In short: I don't want to stay in school for now;
the farther away from that painful place, the better. After returning home in October, my mother showered me with affection, treating me like
a three-year- . Every evening, she would take me for a walk to help me recover.

I was very grateful to my mother, but it felt incredibly awkward. Just today, Aunt Zhang from the next building, who was walking her dog, saw
us spurred her big yellow dog over, saying enthusiastically, "Oh, Xiao Zhou, your son is growing more and more like you,
so handsome!..." My mother proudly replied, "This child is so good at studying, and you're getting more and more energetic too!

Yingying, come and say hello to Aunt Zhang." I had to smile and listen to them chat for ten minutes. Whenever I hear people complimenting my
resemblance to my mother, I feel shy and helpless (luckily, there aren't many neighbors, and not many people walk around). Strangers
always cast strange glances, as if saying, "What are these two doing, acting like a couple and a mother and son? Have they
no shame?" My mother can be shameless for my sake, but I can't. I'm only twenty years old, and being stared at like this every day feels
like being pricked by needles. My mother, however, is completely oblivious.

Today, my mother and I returned from our walk at eight o'clock. I dawdled over packing my things and went back to my room to play on
the computer for a while; it was already past nine. Just then, my mother called to me from the living room, "Yingying, Mom's going to shower first, you can shower later, okay?"

I snapped out of my daze and replied, "Okay, you shower first, don't worry about me!" But I put the computer on standby and headed to
the living room . Because I'd just seen some inappropriate content online, I was feeling restless and decided
to peek at my mother. But our bathroom was so well-designed that it didn't give me any chance to spy
. Even if I made an excuse to go to the bathroom, my mother would definitely not let me in. So I waited on the sofa in the living room, turned on
the TV , and waited to catch a glimpse of my mother's beautiful figure emerging from the bath. The TV was showing "If You Are the One," and Meng Fei's rambling
was annoying me, but what annoyed me even more was the sound of water in the bathroom. Why did women take so long to shower? Twenty minutes later, the door
creaked

open, and with a burning heart, I casually looked in—and damn it, it was blindingly bright!

My mother's shoulder-length hair was loose, and she was gathering it behind her head with both hands, which
completely exposed her two large breasts. Her pajamas were made of gauze cotton, opaque but very thin, and her two nipples were clearly visible against the fabric, seemingly
saluting me. I dared not look any longer; if she knew I was looking at her like that, she would surely get angry and go back to change, and then I would
n't be able to see them.

I turned my gaze to the television and said, "Finished washing? Too slow." As I spoke, I glanced at her casually
and added, "Mom, you're getting more and more beautiful, like a lotus emerging from the water!" I finally couldn't hold back and said it out loud.

My mother glared at me: "You brat! You've learned to talk back to your mother! Humph!" I
chuckled . Reading what I've described so far, you might think my mother is a Lin Daiyu-like figure; she may
have truly had a touch of timidity and literary talent in her youth, but twenty years later, she has become a modern, ordinary
, "noble" woman. If she were still as beautiful as Daiyu, my father would have been furious long ago.

My mom said, "Go wash up! Be careful not to use my things by mistake again." I saw her watching TV, and my gaze quickly
swept over her. Two small, white, alluring buds of flesh were exposed from her low-cut round neckline. My lower body was already swollen and aroused.

"I'll wash up after I finish watching this, before bed," I said.

"Okay, whatever."

My mom sat down not far from me. I could smell her faint fragrance, and with a casual glance, I saw
her breasts peeking out from under her pajamas. Luckily, she was wearing long pants; if her beautiful legs were exposed, I couldn't guarantee I would still have self-control. My

mother tidied her hair, leaned back on the sofa watching TV, and said to me, "There are grapes in the fridge, go get them and eat them
!" I inwardly cursed. My erect penis was like a bayonet pressing against my shorts; if I stood up, wouldn't I be
completely exposed ? I stood up, turned sideways, pretending to be reluctant to leave the TV program, and walked towards the fridge facing the TV, finally
escaping unscathed. While getting things from the fridge, I took the opportunity to give my mom's nipples a good slap on
the back. Sigh, grapes, I have a bag full of dozens at my disposal, but I only want
the two I want to keep by my side.

I soaked the grapes in a basin, took them back, and continued watching TV. My mom suddenly asked, "You really enjoy watching this
dating show?"

I said, "So-so. The host is quite interesting."

"What's going on between you and your girlfriend?"

I was startled; Mom really wanted to ask that. I hadn't told my mom the specific reason for my leave of absence,
only that I was feeling down and needed to relax, and briefly mentioned my girlfriend. Sure enough, my mother took it to heart.

"It's nothing, that's how it is in college these days. People come and go, they meet again and again," I said dismissively.

“Sigh, children grow up and become independent. You used to tell me everything you cared about. Now that you're older and have more on your mind, you don't
tell me, which makes me anxious.”

I could hear the sadness in my mother's voice, and she even seemed to be choking up. I didn't care about her beautiful chest or pretty
face, and quickly said, “Mom, don't worry, it's nothing, I'll tell you, I'll tell you!”

I leaned closer to her (with ill intentions) and said, “It's just that little thing about dating,
I just happened to run into it early.”

“What happened?”

“My girlfriend cheated on me and fell for someone else.”

My mother said “Oh” and continued, “How long have you been dating?”

I really didn't want to talk about this, because I really liked that girl, and being cheated on naturally left a scar on my heart.
So I said impatiently, "Mom, stop asking. It's just a normal thing. I don't even want to talk about it, so please don't either
. Let's watch TV!"

My mother said she wouldn't mention it, but out of concern, she still brought up the topic every few sentences: "Yingying, relationship issues are
n't trivial. Some people keep it bottled up inside, and their illness gets worse. Others face it head-on, confront
the problem directly, and although it's painful, they can definitely get through it. Don't you agree?"

I felt a little upset by what she said, remembering how good I was to my girlfriend, how she used to pamper me, and tears
welled up in my eyes. My mother kept talking to me, urging me to confide in her,
but I stared straight at the TV, not hearing a word the program was saying.

“Mom’s been through this, I understand your pain. Remember, child, you won’t
succeed until you’ve faced unbearable hardship. People are forged through trials and tribulations; suffering now
will benefit .”

Even with my rebellious nature, Mom’s words finally broke me down in tears. I thought of my girlfriend’s heartlessness, my
indifferent roommate, all the setbacks at school, the lonely nights I spent drinking alone, and then I remembered how much Mom cared for
me, how someone still loved me—I was deeply moved. Seeing me cry was more painful for Mom than her own suffering. She sat down beside me,
wrapped her arms around my shoulders, and pulled me into her embrace, saying, “It’s okay, Mom’s here…”

I felt like I’d been struck by lightning. I felt something soft against my right arm, and my sadness lessened considerably. Upon closer
inspection, I realized it was Mom’s unbraced breast. Actually, those things had already taken their toll, and I was
almost , but the overwhelming temptation made me burst into tears in Mom’s arms. The emotions I had been building up
were deeply felt, making my sobs all the more poignant. I pressed my face against my mother's left breast, my nose pressed firmly against her enormous nipple, occasionally
lightly touching it with my lips, as if I were in paradise. My mother, of course, had no idea of my wicked intentions. Her heart
ached terribly, and she kept patting my back to comfort me: "Cry, it'll be alright if you cry. Mom's here, don't be afraid...

"

The fragrance of my mother's body filled my nostrils, and I was thoroughly enjoying the sight of her soft, large breasts. My penis was already
rock hard again, but I still had reason; I was just holding my mother tightly and confiding in her. After crying for a while, my tears
dried, and I could no longer pretend. I wanted to say something, but I didn't know how. So I looked up at my mother and
called out, "Mom..."

My mother was still patting my back. Hearing me speak, she looked at me too. Seeing her eyes filled with tears, I said, "Mom
, don't be sad. Your son won't be discouraged. I'll definitely find you a better daughter-in-law in the future."

"Yes, Mom isn't sad. Mom can endure everything else, but it's you who have been wronged..." As she spoke, tears fell again.

My heart skipped a beat. Mom's words clearly had a hidden meaning. I asked urgently, "Mom, has Dad wronged you again?

Is he cheating on you with other women again?"

Mom pushed me away, wiping away her tears, and said, "What nonsense are you talking about! Don't say such hurtful things!"

"I'm not going to acknowledge this father of mine anymore!"

"Your father has it tough too. He has to socialize every day, and he has to put on a smiling face for everyone. He doesn't come home, but it's all for
us . Everything we have now was earned by your father. You can't say such things about your father!" Mom was very angry.

"Mom! He doesn't come home because he has other women!" I shouted.

"Don't talk nonsense!" Mom was really angry and yelled at me. She stood up, took a breath, calmed herself down, and
said, "Go wash up! Don't play on the computer anymore, Mom's going to bed." After saying that, she went to the kitchen, washed her face, and
went back to the bedroom.

I stood there alone, my mind in turmoil. I wish my mother was just an ordinary middle-aged woman; actually, I just
wished for an ordinary, unremarkable family of my own. Dad is away from home all year round, and Mom is always crying alone. This house doesn't feel like a home at all
. If my mother were an ordinary woman and my father were just an ordinary worker, even without much
money, I wouldn't complain. A happy and harmonious family would be enough!

Now I have no sex drive at all. After showering, I went back to my bedroom, turned off the computer, and went to bed. But
I couldn't fall asleep; my mind was filled with images of my mother crying. As the saying goes, a child is the apple of their mother's eye; my mother loved me dearly.
More important than myself, I love my mother dearly. She's the symbol of my family; if she's sad, the house is
shrouded in gloom; if she collapses, the family falls apart. This proud and arrogant woman allowed my father
to run rampant outside, all for me, for her son to have a complete family. Otherwise, with her looks and charm, and countless suitors
, she would have divorced and remarried long ago. I hate my father and love my mother dearly. My

mind is a jumbled mess, filled with countless thoughts, even imagining myself pinning my father to the ground and beating him. I open my eyes and
check my phone; it's already past 1 a.m. I sit up, trying to clear my head and stop thinking, but my mind is beyond my
control , constantly conjuring up the worst possible scenarios of family breakdown. I'm incredibly worried about my mother; she must be secretly
crying, perhaps even keeping a large bottle of sleeping pills by her bedside! I fumble for the light switch, open the door, and head towards my parents' bedroom. I

gently press my knee against my mother's door, but hear nothing. This terrifies me even more. Could Mom have really
committed suicide by overdosing on the pills? So I try to gently push the door open; it's unlocked. The moonlight filtering through the curtains was already quite dim, and
I could only see my mother turned to the side, facing inwards. I tiptoed, feeling my way forward, until I finally reached the bed.
Because of the darkness, I couldn't see my mother's face clearly, so I carefully stepped onto the bed, slowly approached, and knelt beside her face
, looking closely to make sure she was alright. What I saw next was enough to make my heart explode.

My mother was lying on her side, tears still streaming from the corners of her eyes. The dim light
completely , revealing a face that, while not perfect, could captivate countless men, quietly blooming and exuding a delicate
fragrance. Because of the pressure from her arms, her breasts were almost bursting out of her nightgown, with a large expanse of
snow-white flesh exposed on her right breast. The pale areola was half hidden inside and half provocatively exposed, instantly
igniting . I dared not look any longer, cursing inwardly, "Damn! Such perfect breasts belong to that idiot Dad!"
I prepared to tiptoe out of bed.

Unexpectedly, my mother moved her arm, groaned, and groggily sat up, propping
herself , shaking her head as if to clear her head. I was startled, and in a moment of quick thinking, sat down and said, "Mom,
I'm afraid you..." But I stammered, unable to finish the sentence.

My mother looked at me sleepily, paused for a moment, then pounced on me, hugging me tightly,
saying in a coquettish tone, "You're finally back! I missed you so much!" She then kissed my lips. The room was dimly lit, and I
was backlit, so she mistook me for my father. My mind went completely blank. I had never intended to do anything
monstrous when I came, but instinct made me involuntarily open my mouth and entwine my tongue with hers. In my dazed state, my hands
reached for my mother's large breasts, grasping their softness through her thin clothing, almost moved to tears. Without the support of
my arms , we both fell onto the bed. Mom kept kissing me; she seemed completely absorbed in the kissing, her tongue
constantly nibbling at mine, licking my teeth, and occasionally escaping from my mouth to lick my nose. Mom's
breath was clean, with a faint sweetness—probably the legendary salivary amylase. I was a little out of breath,
so I grabbed her breasts and pushed her away.

Mom said, "You really enjoy sleeping with other women? Am I that bad?" She sighed and
rolled off me.

How could I give up now? I roared and pounced on her, pressing down on her incredibly soft body. I don't like
kissing on the lips , so I attacked her neck and earlobes, my hands slipping under her pajamas and grabbing her large breasts.

Mom breathed softly, "Slow down, it hurts." How could I agree? Before, there was only clothing between us; now, skin to skin, zero-distance
contact , it felt so good I wanted to shout "Mom!" After a while of groping, I was satisfied. I kissed her from her neck to her collarbone, all the way down,
listening to her soft moans. I slipped under her clothes and greedily nibbled on her large breasts. After the left, I nibbled on the right, sucking on
the nipple, leaving her big white rabbits dripping with juice. Mom laughed at me from above, "Old man, so impatient!
Why didn't you do this sooner!" She even patted my back. With her breasts occupied by my mouth, my hands moved to her buttocks and thighs. My left hand
slipped inside her pants and grabbed half of Mom's buttocks, almost bringing tears to my eyes. Damn, her breasts were
so soft, and her buttocks were so smooth! So I continued to knead them. My right hand
wandered . The feel wasn't as good as her breasts and buttocks, but it was still full and firm. Even better, after my right hand had rubbed
her thighs enough, I reached for her bulging vulva. As soon as I touched it, Mom let out a soft "hmm," which sent a shiver down my spine. So,
accompanied by this ethereal melody, I slipped my hand inside her panties and went
straight . Although I'd only made love a few times, I was quite adept and easily found my sanctuary. My fingers slid over her labia majora and
slipped a little inside. Mom shuddered, her legs clamping tightly around my hand, not quite preventing me from going further, but rather from
leaving.

She was panting heavily, and I could already feel the moisture seeping out. So, I used my index finger to tease her, pressing the tender flesh inside and
flicking her already erect clitoris. Mom immediately became wildly aroused, her whole body burning hot, especially
when my right hand flicked her clitoris. She cried out several times, her legs almost crushing my hand. I thought, it seems Mom's boudoir has been lonely and
parched for a long time; it's truly a pity for such a beautiful woman.

I always like to have plenty of foreplay so that we can both get into the mood immediately upon penetration.
Seeing that Mom was almost ready, I pulled my right hand down and pulled down my underwear, revealing my penis, ready to take her. But
before I could even pull my hand away, Mom, already impatient, said in a daze, "Don't go... um,
yes, don't use your hand, use your penis to fuck me." I was shocked. I never expected my dignified mother to say such a thing.
Just now I had only said "playing with women," and she was already furious. I was stunned for a moment. Mom took the initiative, getting
up and pinning me down, taking off her shirt and trousers, straddling me, saying, "Let me serve
you well today, so you won't keep thinking about other women!" I broke out in a cold sweat. Now, sitting on me, her two
large breasts trembled on her chest, her soft, smooth buttocks pressing against my penis. But if she looked closely, she
would definitely see my face, and realize that the person beneath her wasn't her husband, but her son! Mom looked down, found my
penis , examined it carefully, and said, "It's so hard today, and seems even bigger than usual. Hmm, you miss home, don't you? Sweetie,
I'll take you home." She then parted her labia with her left hand and guided my penis as she sat down. My mind went blank; I only
felt my penis entering a soft, smooth, and powerful paradise. Mom's vagina was tightly gripping me, pressed against me, and
I could clearly feel every tender piece of flesh inside. The moment my penis slid into her vagina, I gripped the sheets tightly, my whole body...
My focus was on my glans, savoring the warmth my mother was giving me. After she sat down, she let out a long sigh,
then closed her eyes and began to move up and down, stroking me. I breathed a sigh of relief, but remained too afraid to move,
lest she open her eyes and see the truth. I stared intently at her; in the dim moonlight, she looked like a celestial being descended to earth.
Her head was tilted back, bobbing up and down, her breasts rising and falling with the waves. Her hands pressed against my lower abdomen, her full buttocks slapping against
my groin, the coolness of her buttocks contrasting with the heat of her vagina.

"Mmm...ah..." my mother moaned softly. I desperately wanted to reach out and touch her breasts, to rub
her buttocks , but I dared not. This lack of distraction made my glans incredibly sensitive, and combined with
the intense stimulation before me, after less than forty strokes, a heat surged between my legs, my body stiffened, and I ejaculated.

I ejaculated several times, feeling that although it was my shortest, it was definitely my most pleasurable
sexual experience (my first time, I usually only ejaculated after seventy or eighty thrusts). Both of us were covered in sweat and stood motionless. I sensed my mother
might open her eyes, so I braced myself up to hug her. Unexpectedly, Mom got off me, squatted down
beside and touched my penis, saying, "Old Luo, why are you so quick today? Haven't been home in so long, are you too excited?"

She never looked at me, and I froze, terrified.

Mom slapped my thigh and continued, "You're satisfied, but I'm not. I can't let you off the hook!" Then she
knelt down, opened her mouth, and took my already limp penis into her mouth.

Damn! Oral sex! Oral sex after I'd already ejaculated! I'd only ever read about submissive heroines in novels
cleaning a man's penis after he'd ejaculated, but I never imagined such bliss would happen to me. (Mom wasn't
cleaning my penis, of course; she wanted to help me regain my virility. I was puzzled as to why my usually dignified mother was so
… well… wanton. Was she just too horny? Or was this the legendary "noble lady off the bed, slut in bed"?)

Mom's tongue teased my glans, probing my urethral opening with its tip, and I immediately became hard again. Mom,
while holding my penis with her hand, used her mouth to stroke it, mumbling, "Mmm… mmm… pretty fast."

I'd never experienced such treatment before. Mom's oral skills were superb; she took care of every part of my penis, from the shaft to the glans,
licking and probing, making me feel like my soul was leaving my body. I barely managed to lift my head and saw, in the blur, a beautiful woman kneeling on the bed,
her hair loose, her large, white buttocks raised, her soft breasts swaying, her head licking my
penis up and down. Heaven on earth, nothing could compare.

Suddenly, Mom licked my glans with her tongue. I shuddered and involuntarily cried out, "Ah! Mom...
"

This startled me. Mom looked up in surprise and whispered, "What!?" I nervously
shifted back, knowing I'd been caught. Mom slowly climbed to the head of the bed and turned on the chandelier. Instantly, the room was
bright as day. Mom was completely naked, one hand still on the light switch, the other on the bed. Her large, peach-shaped breasts hung down
her chest, her two pink nipples standing shyly erect (it's rare to see her nipples still pink at middle age).
Her pubic hair was a mess, covered in my semen and her vaginal fluids. Her flushed
face instantly turned deathly pale, and she said, "You...you..."

I don't know where I got the courage (from a wolfish heart and lustful audacity), I rushed to the bedside and hugged my mother tightly, kissing
her neck, saying, "Mom, don't be afraid...no one knows about us."

My mother was pushed onto the bed by me, pounding her fists wildly, shouting, "Let go! Get out! You beast!...Even your mother
..." She pushed me away forcefully, and I was indeed pushed away a little, but this time my face was right in front of hers.
While I was kneading her big breasts, I said, "I just wanted to see you, afraid you would be sad and something bad would happen. You treated me
like your father, but you took the initiative..."

My mother still pushed and hit me forcefully, saying, "I'm your mother! You beast! This is incest! If
people find out, how will we have any face left?"

"It's already incestuous! I just ejaculated, it's already happened, so don't worry. Mom, give me one more time!"

I excitedly kissed her face, my hands constantly kneading her big breasts, while my penis searched for an entrance,
thrusting everywhere.

But my mother was clamped tightly, and I couldn't get in.

"Get out! I'll count to three, and if you don't get out, we'll sever our mother-son relationship tomorrow!" she
said with difficulty, her hands gripping my shoulders.

How could I possibly get out! "I won't! You'll still be my mother, and also my wife. I won't marry anyone else; I'll
only live with you." After saying that, I removed her hands and started biting and sucking on her breasts.

Mom was heartbroken, but she still resisted fiercely. She flailed her arms and legs, trying to kick me away, which only
made things easier for me. I seized the opportunity, and with a few twists, I separated her legs, my little brother and sister
just a step apart. Mom knew that things had reached the most critical moment; if I went in, there would be no going back. She
struggled to her feet and slapped me hard across the face with her right hand, shouting, "You beast! If you want me to still be your mother,
get out now!"

I was seeing stars from the slap, and a surge of anger rose within me. I used all my strength, moving my hands from her breasts to her crotch, aiming
my penis and thrusting forward.

Mom grabbed my arm and cried, "No!" My first thrust failed; the head of my penis touched her clitoris.
She immediately let out a soft moan and then pinched and twisted my arm—a sign of her weakness. I
endured the pain, aimed at the opening, and shoved the head of my penis inside. A ring of tender flesh tightly enveloped my glans, the pleasure making me want to
swear. I slowly pushed my penis in, fully experiencing the wetness and tightness of Mom's vagina.
As , Mom stopped hitting me, her eyes fixed on me, breathing heavily, as if in despair at impending death,
or perhaps expectant of me, repeatedly whispering, "No, no, no." I pushed in two-thirds of the way, my heart pounding with excitement, and
I couldn't help but thrust my hips forward, plunging it all the way in. Our pubic bones pressed together; the hairy outside felt incredibly comfortable, and
Mom's vaginal muscles gripped my penis tightly, making it even more stimulating. But actually, the physical pleasure all came from the mind;
what drove me wild was that lying beneath me, my beautiful and dignified mother with my penis inside her vagina. Influenced by erotic
novels had fantasized about my mother's body countless times, but moral constraints and my love and respect for her kept me
from acting on them. Now, my mother, naked from the waist down, legs spread open, lay on the bed, making love to me—the scene was even more beautiful than my previous fantasies
.

My hands returned to her two irresistible breasts, thrusting in and out a couple of times, an indescribable pleasure. At this moment,
my mother had given up resisting, turning her head away from me. Suddenly, two clear tears rolled down her cheeks, striking my heart.

A jolt of fear washed over me, and a wave of regret washed over me, but I didn't stop thrusting. I leaned down and kissed my mother's neck, saying,
"Mom, I love you, I love you."

My mother said listlessly, "If you leave now, it's not too late, otherwise it will really be too late."

Suddenly, my mother came to her senses and, with a strength she didn't know she possessed, pushed my shoulder hard. I almost pushed her away,
using one hand to grab her hand that was pushing me, and the other hand to press on her breast to prevent her from getting up, while my lower body thrust even more violently.

My mother was clearly experiencing pleasure, moaning a few times, but she still kept pushing and hitting me. While kneading her large breasts, I
said, "Mom, my father wasn't good to you, but I'm good to you, I... I'll make it up to you." "

Get out... um... ah... get away, you... bastard... ah... I don't have a
son like you... um... ah." My mother was already panting, waves of pleasure surging through her body.

At this moment, my mother stopped pinching and hitting me, but just pushed my shoulders with both hands, not letting me get close to her. I could only
caress her breasts, which wasn't enough, so I pushed her hands away, bent down to kiss her mouth, and at the same time, my
lower was pounding against my mother, who was like a small boat on waves. Mom turned her head to the right, closed her eyes to avoid my
kisses, but still kept moaning.

I felt slightly annoyed, straightened up, grabbed her waist, and thrust a few times with great force. Normally, I
would only dare to use these thrusts when I was about to ejaculate, but I had already ejaculated once, so my stamina had increased. Now I was hard and long-lasting,
full of confidence , truly the best state I had ever been in. Mom didn't expect me to suddenly exert force, turned her head and looked at me in fear, panting and
saying, "No...no...ah!...no...I...I...ah..."

Looking at Mom's large breasts rolling like waves and her coy resistance, I felt that I would be willing to die at this moment.
I held her waist tightly with both hands and thrust into her with all my might, my penis, covered in white foam, pounding hard and fast. Mom's vaginal
muscles writhed and contracted with each thrust, so tight that my soul almost left my body.

Mom was being pounded so hard she felt like she was falling apart. Her legs were wrapped tightly around my waist, clinging to me, but
she kept saying, "No...no...you beast...no...I..."

I suddenly stopped and said, "Mom, what did you say? You want me to stop?" (I'm really heavily
influenced .)

Mom, in a daze, said, "Don't stop, don't stop...don't—" Suddenly realizing what was happening, she yelled at me, "Get out!"

I reached out and grabbed Mom's breast tightly with my left hand, kneading it incessantly. My right hand reached between Mom's legs, using my
ultimate move against women (not very skillful, of course, learned from pornography and erotic novels), pressing, twisting, and rubbing Mom's
erect clitoris, while simultaneously thrusting harder.

If Mom had been suppressing her pleasure and moaning softly before, now she was screaming out loud: "Ah...ah...no...
don't...you're killing me...I'm going to die...I'm going to come...ah..."

My left hand continued to grip her breast tightly, the flesh overflowing between my fingers. Normally, Mom would have cried out in pain long ago.

My right hand kept twisting and rubbing her clitoris, teasing that little bean. I stared intently at Mom, thrusting in and out forcefully. Mom
stared intently at me, repeatedly shouting, "You bastard...you want me...you want...me...ah...it feels so good...it feels
so good...I'm going to come...I...I...I really can't...it feels so good--"

My face was flushed, I thrusting desperately, feeling my penis go numb. Mom's vaginal muscles gripped my penis tightly,
the friction of the glans sending signals to my brain, which I tried my best to suppress.

I roared, "Mom! Does it feel good?!" At the same time, I pushed forward with all my might, making a slapping sound,
wishing I could stuff myself all the way in.

Suddenly, Mom gripped my left arm tightly with both hands, gazing at me with ecstasy: "No...don't make me climax...ah
...so good...so good...fuck me to death...fuck me every day...fuck me...climax..."

Suddenly, her whole body tensed, her nails digging into my arm, and she screamed, "Ah--" I felt like I was being crushed .
My vagina was already overflowing, but I still felt a gush of fluid gushing out, her vaginal muscles contracting incessantly, tightly embracing my
penis.

Mom's dazed expression lasted for over twenty seconds. I stopped thrusting, waiting for her to relax, and said, "Mom,
I love you."

She said weakly, "Get...get away..."

"Mom, you climaxed, but I haven't ejaculated yet." I started thrusting again, but slowly and lightly
.

Mom smoothed her disheveled hair with her hand, then lay still, letting me do as I pleased. Her breasts were covered in my
scratches, her face was as red as an apple, her eyes half-closed, lost in passion. For her, it would be worth dying for. I
gradually increased my speed, and soon Mom opened her eyes, regaining her spirits. However, as she opened her eyes, two
lines of tears rolled down her forehead. She said, "You rascal...you rascal..."

I said, "Mom, your son is your lover from a past life."

"Yingying, tell me...ah...do you love Mom?...Oh..." She looked at me earnestly, suppressing her
pleasure.

"Love, of course I love you. I'll love you for the rest of my life," I said.

"Then can you lift Mom up?" She suddenly smiled.

I was stunned for a moment, then overjoyed. This was my favorite position. I leaned down, letting Mom hug
my neck. I grabbed her full, smooth buttocks with both hands and lifted her up.

Mom's breasts pressed tightly against my chest, her vagina wrapped around my penis, fully inserted. She whispered in my ear,
"Now we have no gap, move."

I hummed in agreement and began thrusting, gripping her buttocks. My mother's nipples rubbed against my chest, her buttocks were
in my hands, her vagina tightly enveloped me, and now it was even yielding to me; I was blissfully in heaven.

The thrusting gradually quickened, and my mother breathed softly. I was driven mad with lust, gripping my mother's buttocks tightly, lifting and
lowering them , pounding hard with all my might. Mom immediately gasped like the first time, but said, "Ah...
so good...so beautiful...so beautiful...I'm going to die today...twice...ah...so beautiful...good boy...Mom
loves you..."

I shouted, "Mom! I love you too!"

Mom didn't answer me, just gasped, "Ah...ah...ah...woo woo...mmm..."

I suddenly stopped and said, "Mom, I want to suck your breasts."

Mom said, "Don't stop, keep going, keep going." At the same time, she freed one hand to grab her left breast and lift it up.
I lowered my head and chewed on Mom's fragrant breast flesh. After a few bites, I said, "Mom, I want to keep sucking, don't
let go." Mom said anxiously, "Move faster, I won't let go. You can eat as much as you want." I sucked on Mom's nipple and
kept sucking, while at the same time, I started to thrust hard below. I glanced up and only saw Mom with her head down, confused.
She stared at me, her eyes filled with desire, babbling incoherently. My feelings were already incredibly
intense , so I opened my mouth wide and bit down on my mother's breast, swallowing a large chunk of flesh. My teeth clenched the flesh, and my tongue
licked the nipple incessantly. My penis swelled to its maximum, and I thrust rapidly. Unlike the first time, I didn't care about my mother's pleasure; I
just fucked her with all my might, trying to reach orgasm as quickly as possible.

Thump thump thump thump thump thump—

"Good son... let... let Mom orgasm... It feels so good... You're so amazing... I... I'm going to orgasm...

"

I didn't utter a sound, all my strength concentrated in my hips. My mother rose and fell on top of me, her vaginal muscles rolling in and out.

I felt I was about to ejaculate, and I thrust even more violently.

My mother said intermittently, her voice trembling with tears, "So... so good... Mom loves you... You're fucking me to death—"

As she spoke, my mother suddenly bit my shoulder, whimpering. At the same time, a gush of vaginal fluid gushed out,
her vaginal muscles tightly gripping my penis.

I screamed "Ahhhhhh!" as Mom squeezed me so tightly my soul almost left my body, my penis shooting like a machine gun.

My legs stiffened, almost cramping, and Mom was still biting my shoulder. I whispered, "Mom, it hurts."

Mom released her grip and rested her head on my shoulder. I felt weak all over and fell forward, pinning Mom to the bed.

A moment of silence followed; I was immersed in bliss, while Mom was immersed in agony.

Suddenly, Mom cried, wiping away her tears as she said, "Get up! Get out!"

I stubbornly lay on her chest, sucking on one of her nipples, and said, "I won't leave, Mom, I love you!" Mom
gently stroked my hair and said tenderly, "Mom loves you too, but we can't do this. The mistake has already
been made, so we can only try our best to forget it. You've already gotten what you wanted, haven't you? Forget it... child..."

"No, Mom, I can't forget!"

Mom suddenly said sternly, "You're not allowed in this room anymore, understand? You're not allowed to touch me anymore! Get out!"

I was startled and stood up, saying, "Mom, you just said you wanted me to fuck you every day! Why are you like this now?"

Mom was furious, stood up and pushed me out, crying, "Get out! You beast! Don't ever come into this room again!"

I was pushed out of the room and looked back. Mom, her large, red and white breasts swaying, my
semen dripping down her thighs, looked at me, her voice softening again: "Starting tomorrow, I'll still be your mother, and you'll still be my son. Forget
today . Otherwise, I'll kill myself." She slammed the door shut.

I knocked: "Mom, don't be upset. I won't make you angry anymore. Don't do anything rash!"

Mom said from the other side of the door: "Don't worry, Mom, I'm fine. Let me be alone for a while. Starting tomorrow, everything
will be normal."

I returned to my bedroom dejectedly, reflecting on what had just happened.

Chapter Two:

I returned to my bedroom and checked the time; it was already 2:30. So, I had been with Mom for almost an hour and a half
. Thinking back to my previous sex with my girlfriend, it never lasted more than half an hour. Although I ejaculated twice this time, it
was still a bit too vigorous. I stroked my limp penis and muttered to myself, "You've got all the good things in the world.
Tell me to repay me?" The intense visual stimulation and immense pleasure lingered in my mind. I
guessed Mom wasn't asleep yet; she was probably crying. But she said she was fine and wouldn't let me see her, so
there was no problem. What about tomorrow? Could we really only be mother and son from now on, and not have this kind of relationship?

I was conflicted. I knew it was wrong; if people found out, my mother would be ashamed, and my promising
future would be ruined. But I was still a 20-year-old, hot-blooded young man. How could I resist the temptation of my mother's
mature voluptuous body? In the past, I might have indulged my fantasies by secretly watching her, but
after this intense experience, I knew that my relationship with my mother would inevitably be complicated. Even if I could
control myself, there would be a huge wall between us.

Having released my pent-up desire, I quickly fell asleep.

The next day, I woke up refreshed. I went out of my bedroom and saw breakfast laid out on the table. My mother was sitting on
the sofa , lost in thought, her eyes red and swollen, clearly having not slept all night. I felt sorry for her and went over to her, saying
, "Mom, didn't you sleep well? Yesterday, I was so sorry..." "Nothing happened yesterday! Don't overthink it!" my mother
said sternly. Seeing her like this, I stopped talking and ate in silence. Sigh, women are so fickle. Yesterday she was so eager,
even cooperating with me in the end, and now she's resisting so fiercely. I once heard a saying: only desire controls a woman;
satisfy her and you are her master. Didn't Mom satisfy her yesterday? Impossible. Her current behavior shows she's still
heavily bound by traditional moral values. Thoughts are the hardest things to resolve; there's no way to change that.

Neither Mom nor I spoke again, and we finished our meal in silence. Dad gave the family enough money, so Mom became
a typical housewife, no longer showing her face in public. Her daily leisure time consisted of reading, watching TV, or
exercising . When I came home, I didn't just play around. I set myself a study schedule. Because
I've loved reading and writing since childhood, and have a small dream of becoming a writer, I spend several hours every day practicing writing—essays, poems,
and mostly, novel ideas. Life had been like this for the past few days: Mom entertained herself,
cooking and grocery shopping. I would occasionally go shopping with her, but most of the time she was at her desk, or at
the gym or basketball court. Now I desperately want to spend more time with my mother and gain her approval.

"Mom, remember to call me when you go grocery shopping. I want to see what snacks they have."

Mom didn't look at me, she was clearing the dishes herself, saying, "Tell me what you want to eat, I'll buy it for you."

"I can't think of anything right now, just go there and see what's good."

"I don't want to go with you now, just tell me what to eat." Mom was surprisingly blunt.

I said, "Mom, didn't you say everything was normal yesterday? Why don't you want to go to the market with me? You
usually beg and plead with me to go."

Mom looked up, sobbing, and said, "Don't force me, okay? Can't you leave me alone? Do you have to drive me
to my death to be happy?" Her voice was soft, but she was clearly extremely sad.

I immediately panicked and quickly said, "Okay, okay! I won't go, I'll stay home by myself. Mom, don't cry."

After Mom left, I used the living room sofa as a punching bag and vented my anger. I honestly don't know where the road ahead
leads. My beautiful fantasy is that my mother and I will get along "happily," but the reality is likely to be the worst—
a cold and distant relationship between mother and son, just like now. My deep affection for my mother tells me that even if we can't have a physical
relationship, I must restore things to how they were before, so that she can be a real mother and have an obedient and well-behaved son.

The afternoon continued in the same manner; several attempts to talk to her were unsuccessful. I pinned my hopes on the evening walk,
as she had promised, and if she refused even that, it would be too much for her to break her promise. After dinner,
I cautiously said, "Mom, it's time for your walk."

"I'm not going, I'm a little tired," Mom said.

If I got angry now, or said she had broken her promise, it would only make things worse. Having already planned it out, I
said, "Mom, if you don't want me to go, I won't go with you. You can go for a walk by yourself. If it's my fault that
you can't even go for a walk, then I'll be a sinner for all time."

Mom seemed somewhat moved, and she said softly, "Okay, don't worry about me. Go have fun by yourself."

A little after seven, Mom indeed went out; it seemed she really didn't want to be in the same room as me. I got dressed and
put on my shoes , and set off two minutes after she left, following behind at a distance. It was already mid-October, and the weather
was quite cold. Although Mom was a rather traditional person, she was very proud of her figure and often wore rather
daring clothes. The "boldness" I'm referring to might seem ordinary to you—at most, it's just regular black stockings and
a knee-length skirt. She rarely wears low-cut tops because her ample bosom would cause her to expose herself with the slightest bend. Mom is quite casual about
her clothes , often just picking something to wear. In previous Octobers, she'd mostly wear summer clothes,
perhaps with a coat over them. But today, she was completely covered up. It's easy to guess why; since
I woke up this morning, I haven't seen any skin except for her hands and neck.

Even so, I couldn't help but salivate. Her pink casual pants clung tightly to her full hips and thighs (Mom
doesn't own a single pair of loose-fitting pants; those are the kind older women wear). Her calves weren't particularly slender to begin with,
but under the pants, combined with her round buttocks and firm thighs, her curves were surprisingly perfect. I couldn't help but
regret focusing all my attention on Mom's breasts yesterday instead of taking a good look at her perfect hips and thighs. I admit,
I have a slight breast fetish. Mom was wearing a white, tight-fitting pullover. Today, when I saw her high,
trembling , I kept chanting "Amitabha" in my mind. Actually, if she wore a loose t-shirt, even a little bit of her breasts showing
wouldn't have aroused me so much. But the thought of those large breasts I so freely played with yesterday, now completely hidden behind
her clothes, made me itch like a cat scratching. It's true what they say: a wife is not as good as a concubine, a concubine is not as good as a secret affair, and a secret affair is not as good as something unattainable. Now Mom is wearing
a thin top outside; I guess she's buttoned it up, otherwise, those bouncing rabbits would give
many old men taking a stroll a nosebleed, something they haven't seen in years.

We usually walk to the small garden at the other end of the road and then return the same way. Now we're halfway between my house and the
garden , so Mom can't avoid me even if she wants to. So I tiptoed up to her and
said in a serious, respectful tone, "Mom, it's getting dark early now, and things could get dangerous. I'm worried about bad people, so I came to walk
with you."

Mom was surprised, and her expression showed a hint of gratitude, but then she said coldly, "Go back. I want to be
alone."

I said, "Then I'll follow you from a distance and come up if you're in danger." I backed down, knowing that Mom
wouldn't actually do that; having me follow her would only annoy her more.

Mom still coldly said, "No! You..."

Just then, a strange man walked towards us and struck up a conversation with Mom: "Sister Zhou, you're here again
? Haven't seen you in a while. And this is... Oh, your son, right?" Seeing that the opportunity was perfect, I quickly grabbed Mom's hand and said to the man, "
Hello, my name is Luo Ying." Then I asked Mom, "Mom, who is this?"

Mom smiled and said, "Call him Brother Yang. Hey, Little Yang, you won't mind if my son calls you brother, you're
only a dozen years older than him."

The man was about ten centimeters shorter than me, not very old but bald, wearing gold-rimmed glasses. He looked refined,
but I couldn't help but feel a sense of sleazy about him. He smiled and said, "No, no! It's only right. Your son calls me brother,
and I call you sister, so I think you're actually your son's sister. When you walk around like this, no one would guess
you have a son!"

I was furious. This bastard actually said my mother didn't have a son, what did he take me for? Most importantly, his
flattery of my mother was clearly malicious; his eyes kept glancing at her ample breasts, and while he pretended
to be a respectable gentleman, he was obviously a shameless lecher. I called out "Brother Yang" and listened to their conversation. "Brother Yang" kept praising
us , saying my mother was beautiful and had a good temperament, and that I was tall and handsome. After asking about my schooling, he praised me even more,
saying that good schools meant a bright future, and so on. I was used to hearing this kind of talk since I was a child, and I felt disgusted by him. I really wanted to grab my mother's hand
and leave.

My mother chatted with him for a few more minutes, but she was clearly getting impatient, so she interrupted him and said goodbye. After walking a few steps,
my mother tried to pull her hand away from mine, but I held on tightly. My mother said coldly, "Let go." I said
, "Why should I let go? What's wrong with a son and mother holding hands and taking a walk?" My mother tried to pull away several times but to no avail.
She didn't dare to make any big movements on the street, so she could only hold my hand and walk slowly beside me.

Seeing that my plan had succeeded, I began the next step of my rescue plan—to resume normal conversation with my mother and
open our hearts to each other. I asked, "Who was that guy just now?"

"Someone from the building next door, I don't really know him. I've forgotten when I met him."

"That guy looks like a thug, he's up to no good, Mom, you should stay away from him."

"And you're not a thug? You're up to no good? Do you know how much pain Mom is in?" Mom suddenly
turned and glared at me fiercely.

After our previous conversations, I knew that if I blamed Mom (it was true she was too horny
and mistook me for Dad), she would be even angrier. If I brought up the fact that I had brought her to orgasm twice and she even actively
cooperated with me, begging me to have sex with her every day, she would be furious, even wanting to die. Ultimately, she
believes herself to be a virtuous traditional woman, and doing such a thing is unforgivable, shattering her self-perceived
image . If I were to rub salt in the wound now, I'd be a complete fool.

“Mom, let bygones be bygones. Let’s pretend it never happened. Every family has its own troubles, and everyone
faces unexpected difficulties. But if we just bear with it and persevere, it will pass. What good will this cold war do? We should
talk more, like before; that would make things easier.”

Mom listened without saying a word, but seemed moved.

I continued, “We can discuss the future later. Let’s focus on the present and not let difficulties defeat us. Cheer
up, Mom.” Mom didn’t catch the unspoken meaning of “we can discuss the future later.” She remained silent for a long time.
Suddenly she burst into tears. I quickly pulled her into my arms and said, "Mom, don't cry. There are so many people on the road, it's not good.
Let's talk in the garden ahead, okay?"

Mom obediently raised her head, smoothed her hair, took a breath, and walked forward with me as if nothing had happened. I held Mom's hand
tightly , and couldn't help but think how beastly my previous thoughts had been. As long as Mom was happy,
what did it matter if I lost my penis?

The so-called small garden was just a relatively large grove of trees, a few flower beds, and a pavilion. The elderly
liked to cool off in the pavilion, and since it was late autumn, there weren't many people. Mom and I walked into the grove of trees
in the garden. It was almost dark, there was no wind, and it was quiet. There was only a pair of middle school students
cuddling together in the grove. I stopped and hugged Mom: "Mom, don't be sad, even the biggest difficulties will disappear. I'm here, don't be afraid."

Mom started sobbing again. A woman's tears really come so easily. I could only pat her back and
keep saying meaningless words of comfort. Mom cried on my shoulder for a while, choking out, "Mom knows...
it's not all... your fault... I also have... responsibility... I was so... shameless... sob sob
... shameless..."

I quickly said, "No, Mom, you're the greatest. In my heart, you've always been the most perfect, the best person."

Indeed, Mom was the most perfect person, not only in spirit but also in body.

Mom continued, "I know you look down on... look down on... Mom... yesterday I was like that... you must
... look down on me."

"No, I've never looked down on you, not before, and not ever since." I wanted to say, don't think like that
, women are all like that when they're in love, there's nothing shameful about it, but I held back.

"Sob sob sob... yesterday I was like that... I had no face to live... in the end I don't even know... how... I ended up
like that..."

Mom was heartbroken, and I felt guilty too. The mother-son relationships depicted in erotic novels are too unrealistic. Only when such a thing really happens in a
family can one know how much pressure and pain a mother has to endure. Mom's crying
subsided a bit, and her speech became more normal: "Actually... I've long felt that life has lost its meaning. You know, with your dad
like that, I used to love him so much, but now that he's gone, I feel like I've lost half of myself. I'm most afraid of losing you
. If you look down on me and don't want me anymore, I'll die right now."

I patted my chest and said firmly, "I, Luo Ying, swear to God I will always love Mom, always be by her side,
and stay with her until death!"

Mom was very moved: "Yes, with my son here, I have a purpose in life, and I'm not afraid of anything.
Whatever , it doesn't matter if he dies."

I said, "I won't leave you! Mom, don't worry." I kissed her on the cheek.

Mom pushed me, but not very hard; it was more like a playful pout. She said seriously, "From now on, we'll just have a normal
mother-son relationship. You absolutely can't think of anything else. If I let you fall into depravity, I'd be worse off than dead! I
live . I don't care if I get sick or suffer, as long as you're well, you must be upright."

I asked, "Mom, are you sick?"

Seeing my concern, Mom finally smiled a little. "No, I was just giving an example. I'm perfectly healthy.
I just wanted to say that I live for you, and everything I do is for your good."

I misunderstood Mom's words. If she were living for me, she would have given me her health. This grove was deserted
and pitch black. If I could have a wild time with Mom here, I wouldn't have wasted my life. I mentally
slapped , trying to get back on track.

"Mom, I live for you too. I want you to be well too." My words had a hidden meaning.

Mom was very touched. She reached out and gently stroked my face and hair, her eyes full of love.

"Child, let's go home. Your concern for me is what makes me happiest."

I nodded, took Mom's hand, and walked back. My lower body was throbbing with desire, and I still wanted to hint at it: "Mom,
no matter what, your son will never look down on you. You'll always be my beloved mother. Your son will always be by your side."

Mom smiled like a peach blossom and said, "Yes, Mom is so happy."

Then, we went home hand in hand with mixed feelings. Mom was happy, but I felt a little lost.

Chapter Three:

I finally restored a normal relationship with Mom, and I was very fortunate. However, after only two days,
I became dissatisfied with this relationship. That night, I experienced immense satisfaction. For the next two days, although I still swallowed my saliva when I saw Mom, it was
just normal fantasies as before. But on the third day, my libido surged, stronger than ever before.

I started to feel restless, but I dared not make any obvious moves, let alone force myself on her.

I would hint at it from time to time, but Mom basically didn't understand. If she understood a word or two, she would either ignore it or
glare at me and scold me. Actually, I think Mom is quite interested. Every time I hint at it, her
eyes seem to well up with tears when she looks at me. There's no doubt she'll never forget those two orgasms, and
her feelings for me now are definitely not those of an ordinary son. It's just that those damned feudal ideas are too deeply ingrained.

I've read a lot of articles online, including erotic novels specifically about how to seduce one's mother. Although
most are purely erotic fantasies, some of the methods are actually quite effective. I've also read many more scientific
books, mostly on psychology—after all, to catch the thief, catch the king; winning hearts is key. I don't have any grand plan; I'll take it step by step
and leave the rest to fate.

I've stopped hinting or verbally teasing my mother. Instead, I often put on a restless, anxious, and
uneasy . When my mother asks me what's wrong, what's on my mind, I hesitate and refuse to tell her.

And I started exposing myself in front of my mother. Before, she was indifferent, but now,
when I come out of the shower wearing only my underwear (I masturbate in the bathroom until my penis is semi-erect, stuffing the underwear in but
not creating a tent), she scolds me sternly:

"Put your clothes on! What kind of behavior is this?!"

I dry my hair with a towel while facing her, my narrow briefs completely
revealing the outline of my semi-erect penis, large patches of pubic hair provocatively sticking out.

"What's wrong, Mom? It's just the two of us at home, no outsiders. I just finished showering and I'm hot."

"I may be your mother, but I'm still a woman. You know this is indecent! Put your clothes on!" Mom's
face is flushed. I see her trying to look into my eyes, but she can't help but steal a glance at my
genitals. Her face turns even redder, and she's even angrier, seemingly knowing what I'm thinking, but definitely finding it hard to say.

"Nothing happened before, now so much trouble!" I say irritably, turning and walking towards the bedroom.

It wasn't that I was particularly obedient to my mother, but under her gaze, I couldn't help but get an erection. My penis
quickly pitched a large tent, and from the side, the thick base of my penis was already visible. At this moment, I couldn't go too far;
I knew that haste makes waste. As I walked away, I glanced back at my mother. She was staring intently at my genitals
. She looked at me and then immediately turned her head to watch TV, without saying a word. I was overjoyed. I knew that although my mother was traditional, at
this age, it was impossible for her not to be driven by desire. I really had to thank my father, who hadn't been home for a long time. Go
out and play with other women; I'll take care of Mom for you.

The next morning, I deliberately left my bedroom door wide open, lay sprawled on the bed, my underwear askew, my penis
pointing angrily to the sky. My mother called me three times, but I didn't answer. Finally, she couldn't help but come into my room to call me. I
had my eyes closed and didn't know what was going on. I could only hear my mother take a few steps and then stop, then remain motionless for a long time. I
guessed that my mother must be staring intently at my erect penis, so I got even harder. My penis is medium to
large size, about 15 or 16 centimeters, but the glans is quite large. Although I'm fair-skinned, my penis is rather dark, with the glans being a dark purplish-
black. I felt like ten seconds had passed, but I still hadn't heard Mom move. My penis was so hard
it felt like it was going to burst, and I could even feel fluid seeping from the urethral opening. A few more seconds passed, and I couldn't hold back any longer (
being unable to move was truly like an eternity). I mumbled a few words, turned over, and opened my eyes. I saw Mom standing there, her face as red as a
boiled shrimp, completely still, her hands tightly gripping a rag. When she saw me get up, she angrily
yelled at me, "Get up! You're as lazy as a pig! Have you no shame?" Then she turned and quickly ran away.

I laughed inwardly. What did being lazy like a pig have to do with being shameless? I felt like I really had hope, and I was
incredibly happy.

Mom started deliberately avoiding me. Except for meals when we were together, she didn't bother me at other times and did her
own thing (before, Mom always wanted to be with me, go shopping, talk, watch TV, and was very clingy). I deliberately found
excuses to enter her room, like asking if I'd washed a certain piece of clothing. Of course, I always went in wearing only my underwear.

Mom would always blush and yell at me, but she was helpless. I derived immense
psychological pleasure from this behavior; teasing my mother and having sex with her were two completely different feelings.

Finally, a few days later, the situation changed. After showering, I shamelessly stood in front of Mom,
my penis fully erect as I came out. The past few days of shameless behavior had thickened my skin. Just as I was about to
speak to Mom, she called out sternly,

"Come here!"

I was taken aback. Fine, I'll go over then; that suited me perfectly. So, I swaggered over, my erect penis strutting
around. Mom was sitting on the sofa. I walked up to her, looking at her voluptuous figure, and my penis hardened even more.

She was still wearing that tight sweater, but no matter how she tried to cover it up, she couldn't hide
the fact that she had a pair of large breasts, which only excited me more. She was wearing casual shorts, the kind that go down to the knee like men's. I was
curious why she wore them (you probably rarely see women dressed like that), but they weren't bad-looking. With a good figure,
even if she didn't want to look good, she could still be captivating. Now even my face was red. Mom was sitting on the sofa, less than half a meter away from me .
I put my penis in front of her face, as if she was going to give me oral sex. I was incredibly audacious.

Seeing this, Mom slapped my thigh hard and yelled, "Have you no shame! Sit down!" pointing
to the side.

I chuckled and sat down.

Mom took a pair of my shorts from beside her, staring straight ahead without even looking at me, and said, "Put them on!"

"Mom, it's hot! It's indoors, not outside. I just took a shower, and you want me to sweat again?"

"Are you going to wear them or not!" Mom's voice was stern.

I jumped in fright and quickly pulled on my shorts, my rock-hard penis still making a bulge. After

putting them on, I grinned and said, "Mom, what's up? Is there anything I can do for you?"

Mom remained silent, seemingly organizing her thoughts, as if she wanted to say something but hesitated. I knew Mom wouldn't completely reject me, because although she came from a scholarly family, she wasn't particularly ignorant or conservative. I had seen some books on
her computer , all banned books, such as D.H. Lawrence's *Sons and Lovers* and Junichi Watanabe's *Paradise Lost*. I knew *Paradise Lost* was just a rather daring romance novel, but I didn't know what * Sons and Lovers* was. A quick online search revealed a shocking truth: Mom was so open-minded, reading such books (who knows if she actually read them). Thinking about it, it makes sense; the more you read, the more open-minded you become, while the conservative ones are mostly those ignorant older folks. Therefore, I was itching to seize this rare opportunity. After a while, she finally spoke, sighing softly, and said, "Mom knows what you're thinking." I thought she was going to scold me and then set a rule about dressing properly in the house. Unexpectedly, she got straight to the point, and I was momentarily at a loss for words. Should I vehemently deny it? Or should I be bold and honest with her? Mom continued, "Yingying, do you understand Mom?" I was confused and stammered. "Although Mom is a woman, I've always been more proud than a man." "Yes, Mom, you're beautiful, so it's understandable that you're a little proud." Mom didn't answer me, but continued, "I never tell anyone what's on my mind. Not even your grandparents, your uncles, or your aunts. I just want everyone to know that I'm doing well, that I'm happy, and that they to worry. Your father is cheating on me, and I say I'm tolerating it for your sake, but actually, it's also because I can't let go of my pride. If others knew that your father disliked me, or that I divorced him, then I would lose all my dignity. What others think of your mother is very important to her." I hummed in agreement, not understanding what she was trying to say. "I've endured all these years. Outsiders see your mother as happy, but I've cried my eyes out. After you went to university in another city, I was left alone in this empty house, and I felt like dying. You know, a forty-year-old woman may seem indifferent, but what she craves most is friends, companionship." She paused, then said, "Actually... to put it bluntly, I also hope to be loved, I'm afraid of loneliness. You... do you understand?" Mom bit her lip, avoiding my gaze. I understood her meaning perfectly, my heart churning. Was I about to succeed? "Mom, I understand, I'll stay with you, I'll love you." "No! No!" Mom looked flustered. "What I mean is, Mom... sigh, I know you've had experience with that ... you should understand that at my age, I'm very lonely and can't resist temptation. But..."

"But I'm your mother, I can't do that. If I do, even if others don't know, I'll despise
myself.

The most important thing for a person is self-respect and self-love. I've suffered so much for over twenty years, all to preserve
the last bit of self-respect. If... if I do that, I'll lose even that last bit of self-respect. I'll really die."

I didn't know how to answer for a moment.

"If you keep acting so improperly, seducing your mother, she won't be able to resist the temptation. One day she might really do
something heinous, really, sigh... So, please don't force me, okay? Let's be like before, happily getting along.
Let's each keep to our own roles and not cross this line." "Mom pleaded.

My mind raced, trying to understand what she meant. Mom wanted us to live peacefully, so she
could still be a beautiful, enviable mother, and I could still be an obedient son. But could it really last
? Mom might be able to control her desires, but I absolutely couldn't. If my future life consisted of constantly oscillating between
morality and lust, it would be unbearable. It would be better to change this hateful constraint on Mom's self-esteem and moral values.

Yes, values and dignity can be changed, but the lust that comes from the body cannot.

I pretended to be downcast and pained, lowering my head: "Mom, I... I can't control myself..."

Mom sighed and said, "I know, twenty is when a boy's desires are strongest. You need to find more
meaningful things to do, to distract yourself. I see you usually write articles, read books, and play sports, which are all quite good. Think less about these
things."

I stammered, "That... that won't work either... If reading more books can suppress it, then it's not like I can't
control it . I really can't help it, Mom..."

Mom said embarrassedly, "Then find a girlfriend, and you can take a year off from school." " Find a girlfriend here first .
If it goes well, great. We can get married here. If it doesn't, Mom won't blame you. Just be nice to the girl and don't
do "

I never expected Mom to suggest I find a girlfriend to satisfy my sexual desires, and even said it didn't have to be a serious relationship. Wasn't that just suggesting I
find a casual sex partner? I said, feeling wronged, "Even if I have a girlfriend, she might not let me have sex with her... Girls these days
are very calculating. They'll spend your money without question, but whether they actually do it is another matter. I can't force them."

Mom lowered her head and said softly, "Then... then what should I do? I definitely can't let you go to a brothel, right? You have to give up on me
. I'm not going to let you get away with this."

I was very angry, and my tone was rapid: "Mom, actually, everything was fine before! It's just that after we did it that day, I
started having all sorts of wild thoughts. I couldn't control myself. Now all I can think about is you. I can't
concentrate on my studies! I just went into your room to check if you were okay that day, but... but you hugged me. Now I
can't do anything. I can't study! I can't work! I guess it will be like this forever!" "

Mom started crying: 'I... I'm so unlucky... How could such a shameful thing happen to me
...'

She turned to me: 'Yingying, men have to go through trials and tribulations to achieve great things. Let's
work together to get through this difficult time, okay? You need a healthy soul, a good job, and
a future. Don't give up on yourself, okay?'

I whispered: 'Mom, I have a way.'

Mom asked happily: 'What way?'

I stood up abruptly, took a few steps, turned back and said: 'I'll cut off this damn thing, and that'll be the end of it.' I
strode towards the kitchen.

Mom ran over and hugged me, crying: 'Yingying! Don't be silly! Good child! Come back, come back!' Mom
's breasts pressed tightly against my back, rubbing slightly with her sobs, almost crushing my soul.

I turned around, hugged Mom, and thrust my erect penis into her lower abdomen, crying emotionally: 'Mom, I
really can't hold back!'" "I don't know what to do! I'm not a saint, how could I not miss you!"

Mother and son embraced and wept bitterly. I pressed my chest against my mother's breasts, my penis bending
under , almost breaking off.

After a while, my mother sensed something was wrong and tried to escape my bear hug, but I held her tightly. She had no choice but to turn to the side,
avoiding the harassment of my penis.

"Good boy... let go... let go of Mom."

"Mom, maybe... maybe I should just have it cut off, or have surgery. That way I won't have to
get married, I can stay with you for the rest of my life." I was truly willing to sacrifice myself.

"No! No way! You can't do anything stupid!" My mother was terrified.

I released my mother, took off my shorts, and my penis sprang out, spinning a few times in the air. "Then I'll
be hard every day! I can't do anything! Maybe... maybe you can help me get it out."

"Get away!" My mother turned around and shouted, "Put on your clothes! Did you forget what Mom just said? Are you trying
to kill Mom?" “

Mom, no need… just help me with your hand, that way you won’t lose your virginity. I… I won’t have to keep thinking about this
all the time !”

“No!” Mom said firmly. “I… I…”

I cried out, “Then I’ll just cut it off.” I turned and walked towards the kitchen.

Mom immediately came over and hugged my waist, saying, “Okay! Okay! Mom will listen to you! It’s all Mom’s fault! I’ll atone for it!
Please don’t do anything foolish!”

I turned back and hugged Mom, saying, “Thank you! Mom, I love you!” Then I went to kiss her lips.

But Mom turned her head away and said, “No! I… I’ll only help you… nothing else!
Don’t even think about it!”

I thought, Mom is really stupid, well, actually, she’s so in love that she’s lost her mind. I took advantage of Mom
’s love and felt a little guilty. But the thought of getting Mom’s little hand service made me extremely excited. I pulled Mom’s hand and placed it
on my erect penis, saying, “Mom, help me.” "

Mom pulled her hand away, but I held it firmly. She said, 'Not here, let's go to the sofa.'

I thought, what difference does it make where we go? So I led Mom to the sofa, took off all my clothes and threw them
aside , sitting naked, and said to Mom, 'Come on.'

Mom hummed in agreement and sat down next to me. She took a breath, closed her eyes, and carefully reached out her hand
to grasp my penis. I instantly felt a surge of heat. When I had forced Mom's hand onto my penis earlier, I hadn't
felt anything. Now, Mom was taking the initiative, her small hand just right, grasping the base of my penis. I felt her hand
was even hotter than my penis, it was indescribably wonderful. I said, 'Mom, move a little, otherwise how will I come?' Mom didn't say anything, but began to gently stroke up and down. I immediately felt like I was in paradise. The important thing wasn't my penis.

"

It wasn't my hand, but the owner of that hand—a beautiful woman with strong self-respect and a noble character—who was also my own mother.
Seeing all this gave me a tremendous sense of conquest.

Soon, fluid began to seep from my penis, flowing onto my mother's hand. She felt it, stopped, and asked,
"Why...why haven't you ejaculated yet?"

I laughed and said, "Mom, this rapid, forceful motion isn't enough for the glans, so go for a slow pace. At this rate, I won't be able
to finish in two hours."

My mother frowned: "Don't use those dirty words with me! Otherwise, I'll leave right now!" I immediately said okay, really
afraid she'd just leave. My

mother started to speed up. Because my penis was leaking so much precum, the friction decreased, making it easier for her to masturbate, and
I felt even better. My mother went faster and faster; it seemed she really wanted to make me ejaculate sooner, but how could I give up so easily?

Just as I felt I was about to ejaculate, I grabbed my mother's hand and said, "Mom, it hurts! You're going too fast,
you'll bleed if you keep going."

My mother opened her eyes and looked at me: "You told me to hurry up." She involuntarily glanced at my engorged
penis, then immediately turned her head away without saying a word.

I chuckled inwardly, wanting to tease her. At this moment, my mother said, "My hand is so sore,
let's rest for ." My mother's hand was red and covered in my semen, wet and slippery. I said, "Mom, I'm sorry to trouble you
, thank you."

"Hmm, as long as you don't do anything stupid."

Seeing how accommodating my mother was, I couldn't help but push my luck: "Mom, I feel... I can't come like this...
I won't come even if I do it all night..."

My mother lowered her head and asked softly, "Then what should I do?"

"How about... how about you use your mouth to help me?" I was uneasy, really not knowing if this would anger my
mother and make her give up.

"No way!" Mom was indeed very angry. "Don't push your luck! Making me do such a dirty thing!
Do I have any shame?"

I thought, "Wasn't it dirty when you offered to suck my semen-covered penis the other day?" Now, Mom is
the supplier and I'm the customer, so I had to compromise:

"Then I really can't come out like this. Your son's abilities are different from ordinary people. There's no way. Then, could you take
off your shirt and let me see your breasts? That way, I'll definitely come out quickly."

"That still won't do! Making a mother undress her son is too shameless!"

Shame on her! Mom knows her pride. If something makes her feel that her self-esteem has been hurt or that she has lost face, then it's
pretty much over. I said, "Then if you don't take off your clothes, I... I'll put my hand inside your clothes and touch your
breasts. That way, I won't take off your clothes or use my mouth. Is that okay? I always touched your breasts when we were little, so
it's not too much to ask now!"

"You dare!" Mom still refused.

"Then you can masturbate all night! What I just said is about the minimum I can ejaculate. If you
don't want to I'll get surgery if I really can't hold it in anymore. Anyway, I still have 40,000 yuan in my account, which should
be enough!"

Seeing how determined I was, Mom thought for a while and said, "Mom will agree to this once. You'll have to
figure it out !"

I was overjoyed and said, "Mom, come closer." Mom did as she said, and she put her hand inside
her clothes , twisted it a couple of times, and actually unhooked her bra. I was stunned. I hadn't thought it would be this good. I thought
that rubbing her breasts through her bra was the limit of what Mom could accept. I didn't expect her to do this, and I couldn't help but feel happy.

Watching Mom unhook her bra, then put her hand back inside her clothes and twist her body to take the bra out completely, this
childlike action of hers exuded a mature and steady temperament. Before Mom had taken the bra out completely,
I couldn't help but reach out my hand. Mom shouted, "Get away!" I didn't dare to make any rash moves.

She moved closer, closed her eyes again, and began to slowly stroke my penis. Seeing
her submissive demeanor, my desire surged. My hands trembled as I reached around her back with my right hand to hug her waist,
then slipped under her clothes to her right breast. My left hand quickly grasped her left breast, and in my excitement, I vigorously kneaded it
a few times.

She frowned and groaned a few times, but didn't say a word. Her face was as red as burning coals; the heat emanating from her breasts
almost burned my hands. She sat there, motionless, except for her left hand rapidly stroking my penis
. After a few vigorous rubs, I began to slowly and carefully savor her breasts. These two pairs of large
breasts were just the right size; each one required almost two hands to hold, but not so large as to sag.
Soft and elastic, smooth and plump, the nipples stood erect shyly in my palms. I pinched and
twisted the nipples with both hands simultaneously.

Mom cried out, but immediately suppressed it, biting her lip tightly, and her small hand moved the penis
even faster . Her face and neck were flushed red; I knew she was definitely aroused. I continued to skillfully and vigorously
knead her large breasts. Mom finally couldn't help but moan a few more times. I said, "Mom, have your breasts always been this big? So smooth
and soft, and they don't sag. That's amazing!"

Mom turned around and glared at me, her face flushed, and said, "Stop talking nonsense!"

I gently pinched her nipple, and her body tensed. She trembled and turned around, saying, "You...you..." but
couldn't get the words out.

“Mom, talk to me, I can get out faster. I really love your big breasts. How come they
haven't sagged at your age, they're still so perky?”

Mom was clearly a little infatuated. She lowered her head, and I couldn't tell if she was talking to herself or to me, “Hmm…
you're such a lucky guy…such nice breasts…hmm…your dad doesn't want them…”

“My dad is so stupid, how could there be such nice breasts outside? I really don't know why God is so
good to you, giving you such a pair of nice breasts.”

“Nonsense! It has nothing to do with God…ah!” I had been kneading her breasts, and now I flicked Mom's
nipples . She couldn't help but moan, and then said, “It has nothing to do with God…Mom's breasts weren't
this big before, and your dad didn't like them, so I ate breast-enhancing foods every day, and I also got massages, and I did yoga to lose weight. But…
he still didn't come back…you're the lucky one.”

I knew it, breasts that have been maintained and exercised for more than ten years, how could they not be top-notch? I rubbed him a few more times and asked
, "Then what else did you do for Dad?"

"Hmph... He said it wasn't fun with me... He didn't want to... I even went a long way to buy
some porn DVDs to watch, and later I learned how to do it online, just to make him happier... He didn't want to use condoms, so I got
an IUD, but..."

A pang of sadness struck me. Mom truly loved Dad deeply. Such a proud and self-assured person, learning such obscene and
vulgar things—it would be a lie to say there wasn't love. Suddenly, Mom snapped out of it, her hand
jerking off hard before stopping. She turned and said, "Don't talk nonsense! Do it if you want! If you don't, I'm leaving now!"

"Okay! Mom, don't be angry, I won't say anything more!" I couldn't help but chuckle inwardly.

Mom started stroking again, and I continued to feast my hands. Soon, both Mom and I were moaning.
I felt I was about to ejaculate; Mom was aroused by my touch. Not satisfied, I asked, "Mom,
what cup size are your breasts?"

Mom said, "Um…D…I'm a little embarrassed to buy bras…"

"I really want to eat them, Mom, can I have a bite?"

"Pah! Dream on! I won't give you any…um…letting you touch them is already a favor!"

Mom's coquettish words, like a young girl's, instantly excited me, bringing me to the brink of climax. I
grabbed Mom's waist, lifted her up, and made her sit on my lower abdomen. My hands quickly returned to their original position, continuing to fondle her
breasts . Mom was terrified, thinking I was going to force myself on her, and shouted, "You! What are you doing!"

I hurriedly said, "Mom, this feels better. Hurry up, don't stop, I'm about to come!"

Mom nodded frantically, using both hands to stroke me. I felt Mom's firm, full
buttocks sitting on me, and although it was a little suffocating, my eyes were close to her buttocks covered by thin shorts.
The visual impact of her large buttocks excited me even more.

But then Mom seemed tired, and her stroking slowed down. I didn't care about that. I used my left hand
to grab Mom's small hand and quickly stroked my penis, while my right hand vigorously rubbed her breasts. After a dozen seconds, I knew my time was coming.

So I pinched Mom's nipple hard, and she screamed in pain. With her scream, I
reached my peak and ejaculated streams of semen.

I lay weakly on the sofa, utterly exhausted from the pleasure. My right hand was still holding Mom's breast, but my left hand
couldn't resist giving her big buttocks a squeeze. Mom quickly stood up, turned around, and slapped me, yelling, "You
bastard! Why did you pinch me! It hurts!" I said with concern, "Mom, I'm sorry, I was just too excited. Are you alright?"

At that moment, Mom forgot her dignity, lifted her clothes, and carefully examined her right breast. I stared in astonishment
at her red and white breast; the nipple was intact and stood erect in the wind. Mom scolded me, "Look! It's all red from rubbing!

Why did you pinch it? Don't you know you shouldn't pinch a woman's nipples!" I immediately pounced on her, brushed her hand away, and sucked on
her nipple , mumbling, "Mom, let me suck it to reduce the swelling!"

Mom pushed me away forcefully, slapped me again, and shouted, "Get out! Don't expect me to do this for you again!"

She stormed towards the bedroom, but turned back at the door, pointing to the semen on the floor and coffee table, saying, "
Clean this up!"

I looked at the messy room, touched my swollen face, and finally fixed my gaze on my limp penis, thinking, "
I've given you another pleasure, how will you repay me?"

Chapter Four:

I woke up early, feeling refreshed. I thought, having a good mother is really different;
you might not find one more fortunate than me out of a million. First, you need a voluptuous and beautiful mother (voluptuous is very important, especially to me
), and your mother has to be willing to help you, even have sex with you. There are many hidden issues involved,
such as the relationship between your father and mother, and whether your mother is lonely. Is my mother a traditional woman who sticks to her principles
, or is she a woman whose thinking isn't exactly open-minded but not absolutely conservative either? I am lucky, without a doubt.

After last night's immense happiness (having my mother help me ejaculate was already very stimulating, though not as exciting as having sex),
my emotions calmed down after the release, and my rationality returned.

So, I started to think again about whether all of this was right, whether it was good for me and my mother. Perhaps we comforted
each , and we were happy in secret. But what about later?
What will happen after I get married? Twenty years from now, how will my mother, in her sixties, and I, in my forties, view the past? I am a
person with many thoughts and concerns. Because I think so much, I enjoy writing, and because of this, I was overwhelmed by school
and went home to recuperate. Usually, I will think about something for a long time, until my scalp tingles. This time,
I quickly concluded: I can't suppress my sexual desire, so I might as well not suppress it. It's that simple.

My mother was walking back and forth between the kitchen and the living room in her slippers. She had almost finished making breakfast and would probably
wake me up soon. I figured repeating the same trick was pointless, so I took off my underwear, my penis still erect, and walked straight out of the room,
saying, "Mom, did you sleep well?" I stretched to refresh myself.

Mom turned around, startled, and then yelled, "Don't be so shameless! Go back and get
dressed!"

I said, "Mom, it's not my fault, you know, morning erections? I can't help it. If I can't even
get hard in the morning, how will your son find a wife?" I smiled and walked towards the bathroom. Mom didn't say anything, her face flushed, and
silently set out breakfast. She must be conflicted, struggling between desire and self-respect. Yesterday she served me
very well, but my rubbing of her breasts left her feeling unsatisfied; she definitely didn't sleep well. I wonder if Mom has a masturbation
habit. Sigh, it's better to accept her son sooner rather than later; everyone will be happy.

I urinated in the bathroom, extremely pleased with myself. Suddenly, the bathroom door creaked open, startling me. (Our house
has a strange layout: the toilet is inside the bathroom, but it's in its own room at the very back,
with a window and a door separating it from the shower area. This design seems intended to allow odors to escape through the window
without entering other rooms or disturbing those showering. But it always feels odd.)

I thought it was Mom, eager to come in and have some fun, and I was overjoyed. But when the bathroom door
opened it was my dad! He was wearing a shirt and trousers, smelling slightly of alcohol, but he was perfectly sober. He looked at me and said,
"Oh, what a coincidence, I just got back and found my son in the bathroom."

I was puzzled and asked, "What's so coincidental about that?"

"I was just checking to see if you've grown taller, if you're a grown man now. And look, not bad, not bad,
you're quite the rising star." He looked at my throbbing penis.

I couldn't help but laugh and said, "Shall we have a size contest? Let's see if the old man is still as strong as the young one, or if the young man surpasses the old one?"

"No way, your dad's almost fifty. You can get up so easily, but it takes me a lot of effort. Get out
of here, it's my turn!"

I think it would be better if you were impotent. No, if he were impotent and didn't go out and play around with women, my relationship with Mom
would probably be over. I still wish you good health, old man, and that you're even more cunning with age. I was about to open the bathroom door and go out when
Dad suddenly said, "Why are you naked? Your mom is still in the living room."

I was startled and said, "I was a little groggy just now. Could you get me some underwear?"

"Forget it, we're all family, we've all seen each other before. Just turn to the side and let her see your butt,
don't let her take too much advantage."

I said okay and went out. I opened the bathroom door and, to my surprise, Mom was standing guard at the door, looking
worried if she was afraid Dad would find out something. I pulled Mom aside, my erection standing tall, and said,
"It's okay, he doesn't know anything. Let's steal as much as we can, and make him furious!"

Mom actually hummed in agreement, seemingly very anxious and distracted. She suddenly saw me grinning at her with my erect penis
, gave me a hard slap on the butt, and yelled, "Go inside and get dressed! Your dad's coming out!"

I rubbed my butt and said, "Mom, that felt good, want a few more?" Mom then noticed she'd
slapped my butt. She shoved me hard and said, "Go inside!" I figured Dad would be out soon,
so I went into the bedroom, turned back and gave Mom a suggestive smile. She was looking at me too, seemingly at my butt.
I was secretly pleased, turned to face her, and started flirting with my erect penis, throwing her seductive glances. Mom was furious, glared at me, and then
turned away.

I turned and went back to my room, feeling relieved. "Hmph," I thought, "what's the use of Dad coming back? His thing can't compare to mine! He
can go play with his other women outside!"

I thought Dad would just come back for a short while (he always does this), but today he stayed until
the afternoon. Finally, I couldn't help myself (his presence would naturally bother Mom and me), and said, "Dad, don't leave today
, it's been so long since you've been home." Dad said, "I wasn't planning on leaving anyway, don't worry, I'll be home at least until noon tomorrow. Let's
have a couple of drinks later." Damn, that wasn't the answer I wanted. I wanted to hear him say, "No, I have work to do, I
came back to see you guys, and then I'll go back to work for you."

Dad didn't leave that night, and neither Mom nor I mentioned the walk. After dinner, Mom cleaned up the dishes, I
went to my room to read, and Dad leisurely watched TV, just like any ordinary family. But none of the three people in this house were ordinary.
The older man liked to play around with women, the younger man was devoted to his mother, and the woman was struggling. Although
Mom had already helped me yesterday, for some reason, my desire was still very strong today. I
couldn't concentrate on my book for a while, so I went to play on the computer, and what I did online goes without saying. But watching wasn't enough. I secretly
saw Dad engrossed in watching TV (I don't know what was on that was so captivating), and casually walked into
the kitchen. Mom was washing dishes. I pinched her bottom and said, "Mom, I can't go on anymore. Can you do it
one more time ?"

Mom almost threw the bowl at me. She said fiercely, "I already said yesterday that was the last time!"

I wondered, did Mom really say that? Besides, nine times out of ten, what women say is unreliable. So I said, "Mom,
you're being so irresponsible. You did it for me once, and now I want it even more, but you won't do it for me anymore.
Isn't that torture?"

Mom simply said, "Get out of here!"

I said, "Mom, you can just use your hands, it doesn't take much effort."

Mom finished washing all the dishes, piled them up, and looked at me, saying, "Your dad is so bold at home! Do you want to live?

Aren't you afraid your dad will beat you to death?"

I laughed, "He can steal outside but I can't steal at home? Mom, tell me when you're taking a shower, I'll
go to the bathroom beforehand."

Mom coldly said, "Don't even think about it."

After what happened yesterday, I really felt that Mom had accepted me, she was just too shy to admit it right now, and
I believed that it wouldn't be long before I could have her under my control. I reached out and squeezed my mother's breasts; they were soft and elastic, truly
exquisite . However, the clothes and bra obscured the full sensation. I said, "Mom, can you bear to see your son burning with lust
? You..."

Before I could finish, my mother pushed me away forcefully, glaring at me and saying, "That was never right!
I was confused yesterday! Now that your father is home, how dare you be so bold?"

I laughed and said, "Well, it's fine as long as my father isn't home, right? Mom, you're so thoughtful."

Suddenly, I realized something and hurriedly asked, "Mom, are you going to...do it with my father tonight? Is that why you're
neglecting me, the younger generation?"

My mother's face immediately flushed red, and she ignored me as she walked back to the living room.

Just as I thought, damn it! My mother is such a beauty; after so long without her, she's bound to crave her. How could
this old bastard not have a good time before leaving after finally coming home? Doesn't he worry about bringing
back any diseases? If my mother catches one and then passes it on to me, that would be a real problem! No, no! They're husband and wife,
so it's only natural for them to have sex. If he always comes home to satisfy Mom, I'll have no chance at all.

But as the son with the least power in the family, I can only wait and see.

As the saying goes, opportunities are created, and lazy people can't blame their bad luck. I knew Mom
wouldn't warn me, her scheming son, so I kept my bedroom door open, observing my parents
' every move.

Dad was still watching TV in the living room, occasionally talking to Mom. Mom came out of their bedroom,
already changed into her pajamas, and went to take a shower. She glanced at me as she passed, but quickly turned away
, pretending nothing was wrong. This wasn't a friendly reminder; Mom was definitely very unhappy with my lewd
behavior. But how could I let such a good opportunity slip by? I ran out of the bathroom, rushed in before Mom, and
shouted , "I can't hold it anymore! I can't hold it anymore! Let me use the toilet!"

Unexpectedly, Mom stopped and said, "You go first, I'll shower later!"

Sure enough! My plan was ruined. I had no choice but to grit my teeth and squat on the toilet for a while.

Unexpectedly, Dad said, "What are you waiting for! Go wash up! Aren't you cold outside?" That old rascal does have
his good points ; I guess he couldn't wait to do *that* with Mom! Mom hesitated for a moment, then finally came in.

It turned out that although the toilet and bathroom were in the same room, the bathroom was a separate little room,
separated by a frosted glass door. The family wasn't so secretive; I was squatting on the toilet next to her, and Mom was showering inside,
neither of us able to see the other through the frosted glass. If Mom had refused earlier, it would have seemed awkward, and Dad would have noticed.

After Mom locked the outer door, I hid in the bathroom. If Mom went in first and locked the door, I
wouldn't be able to play. Mom frowned at me, looking like she didn't know what to do. She said her favorite thing:
"How can you be so shameless?"

I grinned and said, "Mom, I had no choice. I couldn't resist. You help me and I'll leave, really!"

As I said this, I quickly took off my pants, revealing my already rock-hard penis.

Actually, I really couldn't resist at this point; I was definitely not lying to Mom. I couldn't resist; I couldn't resist having sex with her.

Mom was only wearing a thin pink and white nightgown. Although it wasn't transparent, the outline of her underwear was vaguely visible, making it
even more alluring. I knew Mom would absolutely not want to do "that" with me; to be precise, she
hadn't . So I didn't force her. Haste makes waste. If she could
masturbate me without feeling awkward, then mother-son pleasure wouldn't be far off.

Mom was very anxious, repeatedly saying no, and told me to get out of there immediately, or she would get angry. I said,
"Mom, let's finish this quickly and get it over with. If I stay any longer, Dad will get suspicious. The longer you drag this out
, the worse things will get. Do you want me to go out like this with a tent in my pants?" I pointed to my throbbing, erect penis.

Mom sighed, "What a mess!" She came over, grabbed my penis, and started stroking it, turning her back
to me. I said, "Wait a minute, let me take my pants off first!"

Mom muttered, "Why take your pants off! Didn't you say we should finish this quickly and get out of here?" I chuckled,
"It'll be easier if I take them off. My pants are so tight around my knees, it's uncomfortable." I quickly took off my pants and underwear, took Mom's
hand, and placed it on my penis. I said, "Let's begin, Mom." Then I rubbed Mom's buttocks with one hand and touched her
breasts with the other.

Mom was startled and dodged me, saying, "Don't touch me! I'll get it done for you!" I
said helplessly, "Then Mom, you can try for an hour. Don't blame me if you can't finish. What if Dad thinks something happened between us and barges in
?"

Mom got angry: "Then don't try!"

I actually had the upper hand now. Although I was also afraid that Dad would find out, I wasn't nearly as afraid as Mom.

So I took the opportunity to say, "Mom, don't be angry. It's just that we have to deal with the circumstances! Dad came back today,
otherwise you wouldn't be in such a predicament. You're going to take a shower anyway, so take everything off now! Maybe I won't touch you and you can still
ejaculate ."

Mom said, "Don't touch me, understand?" Mom glared at me warily. I nodded quickly,
secretly Dealing with women is actually quite easy.

Mom was really wary of me. She turned to the side, probably because she couldn't bring herself to undress in front of me, but
she was also worried about me with her back to her. Mom frowned and glanced at me, then told me not to touch her, and then grabbed her pajamas
and lifted them up . My heart was struck by lightning. Her calves, previously half-covered, were the first to be revealed, followed by her
full porcelain-like thighs. From my angle, her thighs and buttocks formed a perfect arc. Her buttocks
were only half-covered by white cotton panties, the other half of her soft, white flesh protruding charmingly. Of course, the most prominent feature was
my mother's large breasts. Both breasts defied the confinement of her bra, exposing half of their plump flesh. The bright
bathroom lights further accentuated their smooth, white flesh.

I exclaimed softly, "Mom, you're so beautiful! You're like a fairy!" My mother scolded me, embarrassed and angry, "Stop
talking nonsense , come here, and get out of here when you're done!" I said, "You should take everything off! I probably still won't
be able to ejaculate like this, and what if I accidentally ejaculate on your panties?"

My mother said, "Then close your eyes!" I obediently closed my eyes, but obedience didn't mean compliance. I
squinted my eyes and saw Mom unhooking her bra behind her back, revealing two smooth, flawless, peach-shaped breasts
. I couldn't resist opening my eyes immediately to take a closer look. Mom didn't care about anything else; she quickly took off her bra, bent down, and pulled down
her panties. Her two large breasts swayed, and her nipples seemed about to drip water (of course, this was just my imagination).
As Mom spread her legs to take off her panties, I lewdly bent down and looked down, luckily catching a glimpse of the fleshy cleft hidden deep in the forest.

My penis had reached its hardest point. Mom finished taking off her clothes, came over, and pinched my chest hard,
saying, "You really tricked me to death!" Then she turned her back to me, grasped my penis, and began to stroke it. Instantly,
I felt like I was in heaven.

Mom's buttocks were white, big, and firm, almost on par with her breasts (vertical comparison). I swallowed
hard (I didn't dare reach out, I figured Mom would run away immediately), and said, "Mom, your butt is so beautiful,
so white and big. How come you didn't notice how big it was when you were dressed?"

"Stop talking nonsense, I'm making a fool of myself doing this with you!" I turned my head and saw Mom
with her eyes closed , her face flushed.

Mom was moving quickly, and at this rate she'd probably ejaculate soon. I used the same trick, crying out in pain, and held
Mom's hand so she could move it slowly.

"Mom, I want to touch your butt."

"No! Don't push your luck!"

"I want to come quickly too, what if Dad gets suspicious?"

This really hit Mom where it hurt, and she fell silent. Seeing her acquiescence, I trembled and touched her
buttocks . The first feeling was that they were soft, smooth, and warm. I rubbed them a couple of times, and they were very elastic. Stimulated by this
, my penis got harder and twitched upwards. Mom was startled and looked back at me in surprise
, but didn't say anything and continued moving.

I said, "Mom, I want to rub your breasts too." Before Mom could answer, my right hand decisively climbed onto her soft, large breasts.

Mom didn't say anything, but sped up her stroking; she really wanted me to come quickly.

I said, "Mom, slow down, it hurts, you won't be able to come!" Mom obediently slowed down. But Mom
's silence annoyed me; the stimulation I got from talking to her was no less than from rubbing her breasts or buttocks.

"Mom, are your breasts really a D cup? I think they're bigger than a D." Mom still didn't say a word.

I pinched Mom's nipple and twisted it a few times, and Mom immediately let out a soft moan, turning around to glare at me fiercely: "If you want to
touch, then touch, but don't mess around!"

I smiled amicably and said, "Won't this make you feel better too? I can't just think about my own enjoyment, right,
Mom?"

"No! Just come out already!" After saying that, she immediately sped up her stroking.

My right hand continued to pinch her nipple, while my left hand reached inward from her buttocks, carefully touching her anus. Mom didn't
interrupt me, she just kept stroking me quickly, but under my attack from both sides, her desire rose and she started
to breathe softly.

Seeing that Mom was aroused, I boldly reached my left hand into her vagina, inserting two fingers. Mom
gasped , "No!" Her legs trembled, and her vagina gripped my fingers tightly.

Although it was just my fingers, it still made my blood rush with excitement. But fortune and misfortune are intertwined; in the midst of immense excitement,
I couldn't control myself and ejaculated.

I was dumbfounded. Mom, seeing that I had finished, chuckled and turned to me, saying, "Alright,
now you can go out."

I was extremely unwilling and said, "No! Mom, I can do it again. I wasn't satisfied just now, give me
one more time." Then I started masturbating to get hard again.

Mom was furious: "How can you go back on your word! You're like a little hooligan! Get out of here!"

I said, "Mom, don't shout, Dad will hear. I didn't go back on my word, you just pinched my finger and
I accidentally ejaculated. It wasn't enjoyable at all, being so unprepared. It won't take
long , if we keep dragging this out, Dad

will really get suspicious." Mom was both amused and exasperated to see me blaming her. She clenched her fist tightly,
looking furious, then pinched my chest again, saying, "How could you be such a bastard!" That pinch was really powerful
; I almost screamed, but it also stimulated me to get an erection again. I pointed at my slowly rising erection and said,
"Mom, hurry up, it's up again!"

Mom had no choice but to continue the previous scene, turning her back to me, reaching out to touch my thigh,
then finding my penis, and stroking it again. The soft touch was truly amazing; soon my erection was back
in full force, even harder than before.

Mom sighed, "Child, I've actually come to terms with it. What I'm doing might be considered shameful, but it
's not incest. As long as you feel better, I can accept what I'm doing."

I quickly thanked her, "Mom, thank you. Slow down, it hurts a little." Because of the semen and
the copious amount of vaginal fluid from my penis, both my penis and Mom's hands were covered in white foam from friction. With the lubricant, Mom masturbated
quickly. Although I had already ejaculated once and wouldn't finish immediately, I still wanted to slowly savor the feeling of Mom's small hands.

Mom slowed down and continued, "You're my only son now. Your relationship troubles make me feel
even worse than your father neglecting me. So, I'm enduring it to make you feel better. But don't do this too often, it's bad for your
health."

I thought, "Mom's saying nice things, but she can't control herself. She reacted so strongly when I touched her nipples
." I suddenly realized that while listening to Mom, my hands had been idle. So I quickly put my hands back down, left hand
on her buttocks right hand on her breasts.

Mom glanced back at me, gave a wry smile, and said, "You're such a scoundrel. Keep your hands there and don't move
. Behave yourself. I... I can live with myself." Mom was still terrified of incest, her body trembling slightly, and her
voice weak.

I lowered my head to examine the buttocks I longed to penetrate, then peeked at the breasts I drooled over every day, unsure
which I loved more. To be honest, compared to the breasts of a twenty-year-old girl, Mom's breasts weren't as
firm. If my ex-girlfriend's breasts were small balls (a metaphor, of course, not that big), then
Mom's breasts were more like cotton. They were like peaches hanging on a tree, beautifully shaped, soft and delicate to the touch.
Although they weren't very elastic, they were perfect for burying your face in them to breathe or to nibble on those big peaches (of course,
breast sex was even better). Mom's breasts had lost the vitality of a young girl, but her buttocks were absolutely first-rate, you could say top-notch. I
'm a selfish person and rarely care about my mom's life, so I don't know what kind of exercise she uses to maintain such
an excellent buttocks! (I've heard that frequent sex can make your butt bigger and firmer, but I believe Mom is naturally beautiful or
got it through other methods...) I remember I could grab half of my girlfriend's butt with one hand, but I was absolutely
powerless against my mom. I spread my hands wide, grabbed Mom's buttocks, and kneaded them hard, as if I wanted to squeeze out water.

Finally, I couldn't resist and slapped Mom's buttocks hard.

Mom didn't move!

I looked up and saw Mom's face was red. She turned her head to the side, her eyes secretly glancing at my big penis, which was covered in
white foam, as were her hands, which were stroking it vigorously. She whispered, "Don't mess around... hurry up... hurry up and come out...

"

In this situation, even if Mom let me fuck her, I wouldn't want to. You know, a woman taking the initiative can indeed
excite , but being too proactive often makes a man uncomfortable. Playing hard to get is what men like, but what I like even more
is watching Mom clearly want it, yet desperately suppressing her desire and sacrificing herself for me—a contradictory process.

I felt it was unfair to make her serve a thick cock while she received nothing in return
. Suddenly, I remembered she was supposed to be with Dad tonight. So I leaned close to Mom's ear and asked, "Mom, are you going
to do it with Dad later?"

Mom blushed even more and scolded me, "Don't talk nonsense! Why do you ask all sorts of questions! Hurry up and finish what you're doing and get out of here, it's
been almost ten minutes!"

I chuckled, pinched her nipple a few times with my right hand, and Mom trembled, moaning softly, "Ah...", her buttocks sticking back
, unsatisfied. I quickly inserted my left hand into her vagina, gently thrusting in and out. Because my arm wasn't long enough, it was difficult and I
didn't feel like I was getting anywhere, but Mom reacted strongly, moaning softly intermittently. Surprisingly, she spread
her legs to make it easier for me to move!

I thought women are truly fucking lustful creatures! I immediately unleashed my finger skills, alternating between kneading her breasts and nipples, while arching
my back and thrusting into her vagina at the fastest speed I could. Mom desperately tried to suppress her moans, bracing herself against the wall with her left hand
while her right hand rapidly stroked my penis. At that speed, I felt I was on the verge of ejaculation again. Actually, I could
hold on a little longer, but taking more than ten minutes to poop wasn't really acceptable (I'm not a constipated middle-aged man), so
I stopped holding back and hoped to give Mom an orgasm as well.

"Mom, are you comfortable now?" I asked gruffly.

"No…don't talk nonsense…ah…ah ah…" Mom's position was too alluring; she slightly parted her legs,
sticking out her big white buttocks with her back to her son, head down, gritting her teeth and moaning softly. If I were to penetrate her now, she might not refuse.

"Mom, am I good at it?" I rapidly thrust in and out with my middle and ring fingers, occasionally slowing down to stimulate
her clitoris with my index finger.

Mom was drenched in sweat; she lost her mind: "Good…not bad…"

"How's Dad's technique? Did he make me orgasm?"

"Ah…ah…ah ah…" Mom didn't answer me.

“Mom, tell me. Last time I made myself orgasm twice. Did you enjoy it?”

“Get lost…don’t talk nonsense…”

“Mom, did you enjoy it…”

“Mmm, pretty…ah…”

“Mom, my dad isn’t as good to you as I am. You do it with my dad but not with me.”

“Your dad is…ah…”

“My dad doesn’t love you, you might as well be my wife!” I said.

“I love your dad.” Mom said very firmly.

My heart ached, and anger surged. Jealousy made me lose my mind. I desperately thrust my fingers into Mom’s vagina and
vigorously rubbed her breasts. Under her rapid stroking, I felt like I was about to ejaculate. So I stopped thrusting, pinched her clitoris with
my thumb and and rubbed it, while my right hand pinched her nipple and pulled it upwards—completely ignoring whether Mom cried out in pain. Thud
thud, my groin went sore, and I straightened my back and ejaculated.

“Ah--” Mom screamed and fell down, while I was ejaculating, I pulled my hand back and continued stroking, seeking
pleasure, letting Mom lie panting on the cold tile floor.

Mom (like a female dog) was lying on the ground, the reflection of her large buttocks almost blinding me, making me masturbate even faster.

She slowly got up, leaning against the wall, and said to me, "You bastard... I told you not to pinch my nipples last time,
why did you pinch them again? And this time... and..."

As she spoke, her eyes were fixed on my still-stroking, limp penis. I excitedly said, "Mom,
did you just have an orgasm? You had an orgasm and you're blaming me?"

Mom's face turned bright red, and she shoved me fiercely, saying, "Go wash up and get out! It's been so long!"

I was startled, thinking that it was indeed true, and I hoped nothing bad would happen. I quickly rinsed myself off,
put on pants, and left. As I was leaving, I suddenly hugged Mom and lay on her chest to nurse (a breast fetish). Mom was caught off guard,
hitting and scolding me. I gave her a flirtatious wink and said goodbye to my lustful mother.

Chapter Five.

When Dad saw me come out, he frowned and asked, "Why did it take so long? Did you take a dump or eat poop?"

I smiled sheepishly and said casually, "I've been feeling a bit dry and have some internal heat these past few days. My legs were numb from squatting
." My legs were indeed very numb. Maintaining that position for so long made my back ache. It seems being too tall
isn't good either.

Dad laughed, beckoned me over, put his arm around my neck and pressed me down to sit, then looked me over carefully: "Look at your
face, so clean and clear, no pimples, where's the heat? Did all the heat go down there?"

I said, "I used to only get pimples occasionally, but I'm way past puberty now."

Dad nodded: "Hmm, hmm. Very good, very good, you're looking more and more like me. You little rascal, you don't know, when you
were little everyone said you looked like your mother, and I was so jealous. But you have to be careful not to get any more heat, illnesses often
start from heat. You don't know, a colleague of mine went blind because of constipation from heat."

I was very surprised and immediately asked, "How could that be? How could heat cause blindness?"

Dad smiled dismissively: "It's hilarious! That old guy was always putting on airs, and he ended up retiring because of it. He
has a terrible temper; when he's constipated and can't poop, he strains and strains, which causes his blood pressure to spike and
blinds him."

I couldn't help but laugh and said, "Yeah, yeah, that old guy is really unlucky. I need to be careful. You be careful too."

Dad patted my shoulder and stood up, stretching his limbs. "Now that I think about it, I really do need to
poop . You do your thing, I'm going to the toilet."

I had a sudden inspiration and chimed in, "Okay, okay, I'll watch TV. I'll keep watch for you; those pretty girls on TV won't
run away!"

Dad slapped me, called me a little rascal, and walked away. I didn't know if Dad was really going to the toilet or going to
the shower in my footsteps; I only knew that this was a golden opportunity that I couldn't miss. I went back to my room
, took out my phone, and saw that it still had 80% battery left, so I breathed a huge sigh of relief. Then I turned on the recorder,
set the recording time to two hours and automatic saving, and ran into my parents' bedroom to place it behind the bedside table—
naturally, I had to move the table a bit. Mom's actions earlier had already revealed that there was going to be a fight tonight, and given her personality,
the door was naturally tightly closed. Although Dad was generous and easygoing, he couldn't be indifferent to this matter—even
the most careless parents wouldn't leave the door open for their son to watch a live broadcast. The house was well soundproofed, and although I
could hear a shout or two while peering through the locked door, it was still unappealing—so I simply gave up and looked for another way.

With the arrangements complete, I felt smug about my cleverness; getting into a prestigious university isn't just about hard work, I do have some
intelligence !

I left the bedroom, and then, on a whim, ran to the bathroom door to listen for any activity—was Dad
really imitating me?

Sure enough! I heard a woman scolding, "You old lecher!" followed by a loud slapping sound, then a man
laughing a few times before the small black door suddenly opened.

My dad and I stared at each other in silence. Water dripped from his right hand onto the floor, clearly from when he'd taken
advantage of my mom earlier—I couldn't tell if it was her buttocks or her breasts. I felt a mix of amusement and nervousness, stammering,
"I...I..." Then, I blurted out, "I just wanted to see how your relationship was going, nothing more
! Looks good, I'm very pleased as your son."

My dad took two steps forward and kicked me in the butt, the pain making me want to curse. But he didn't seem
angry, just laughing and scolding, "You little brat, don't mess with me. Even if your old man saw you, it wouldn't matter,
you're all grown up now. But your mom wouldn't stand it, she'd be so ashamed she'd die of anger. Remember this, if you ever do
that again, I'll beat you up for your mom!"

I nodded frantically, forcing a smile, "Yes, yes, I wouldn't dare, as long as you two have a good relationship, as long as you have a
good relationship!" But inside, I was uneasy. Why did they spend so little time together, and why did my mom often cry, yet
their relationship so good?难道这就是小别胜新婚？刚才老妈被我用手指作弄的时候也动情地说
“我爱你爸”，她是绝对爱我的（母子的爱），真的深爱老爸吗？

爸点头，瞇笑着说：“滚回去玩吧，出来揍死你。我和你妈好久不见，要做
点促进感情的事。”说完又踹我一觉，将我踢回自己的卧室。

我都替他羞，老妈怎么会喜欢这么个老不正经？竟跟儿子提他们要做爱，好
歹我也懂得甚至做过甚至和老妈做过……

我尴尬地笑笑，关上卧室门，心里此起彼伏波涛汹涌。不过这一切都要等到
明天才能揭晓，心急如焚……

When I woke up, my three-year-old daughter had already reached marriageable age, her bottom red from the sun. Last night, I was so excited and
lost in thought that I didn't fall asleep until almost midnight. I got out of bed in my underwear and saw my mother cooking in the kitchen. I quickly
sneaked into my parents' bedroom, grabbed my phone, and ran back to my spot without even looking at it.

My mom heard me and asked, "Are you up? Yingying? Yingying?"

I was a little annoyed that my mom called me by my nickname and said impatiently, "Mom, I'm twenty now! Don't
call me that anymore, it's embarrassing if people hear it. I'll play on the computer for a while, then wash my face."

My mom hummed in response. I suddenly remembered and asked, "Dad's gone? Went to work?"

"Yeah, went to work."

"When will he be back?"

"I don't know."

I heard the sadness in my mom's voice, so I didn't ask any more questions, and I didn't dare to say anything flirtatious or inappropriate. I turned on
the computer, connected my phone (which was dead) to the PC, and exported a two-hour audio file. I
admire my own ingenuity in obtaining this 100+ megabyte audio file without lifting a finger.

I put on my headphones, turned on the audio, and it was a bit blurry with a lot of static. Fast forward thirty minutes, and
it's very quiet with very little static, because the TV in the living room is off, and I'm doing my own thing in my room. I only heard
Dad say:

"Xiaohui, you have a great figure, come here and let me see if your breasts have gotten bigger again?...Tsk tsk, so soft."

"Hmph! Do you know what I regret most?" came Mom's voice.

"What? Did you not do it with me sooner, and had to wait until I got married to take your virginity? Well, it's good
to enjoy yourself , back then I couldn't hold back if I didn't have sex every day, I was so strong!"

"Who were you with back then, having someone else behind my back?" Mom's voice was gloomy.

"Don't misunderstand, don't misunderstand. Your husband only had one right hand back then. Seeing such a
beautiful but not being able to touch her was so frustrating, haha!"

"Hmph! My biggest regret is not realizing you were such a frivolous thing sooner. I was
completely . Looking at you now, how could you have imagined you used to talk like a scholar from a TV drama
?! Me too, you've influenced me to be like this!"

"That was all to pursue you! Would you be happy if I spoke seriously now? Would you find it interesting? Come, come,
my wife ! Let's play together like mandarin ducks, flying wing to wing!"

"I didn't say it was that interesting, but you're so frivolous! It's alright now, but before, you'd... you'd tease me in front of our son
, you're shameless!"

"You mean that time we ate together before? Hey, I think you had the best time. I didn't even get to eat properly. My right hand was holding
chopsticks and I couldn't even pick up any food, and my left hand was covered in water. But I have to say, your water tasted better than the soup!"

I was shocked. It seemed that one day during a meal, Dad had been teasing Mom in front of me, and I
hadn't noticed anything amiss.

"Pah! If I had known you were like this before, I definitely wouldn't have been with you!"

"Well, I'm already with you, so what can I do? Oh, you're so wet! Even wetter than last time. Are these
tears or tears of excitement? Let me taste them."

Then Mom's moans, accompanied by some background noise, continued for five minutes, with Dad only occasionally saying something like, "Was it good?
" I blushed, thinking that Dad was really willing to sacrifice for Mom. Should I give Mom oral sex?

She'd have to let me.

At that moment, Mom's voice came from the living room, telling me to go eat. Although I didn't want to leave, I had only listened
for 40 minutes, and there was still a long time. It would be better to eat lunch first and then continue. I went to the living room and saw my mother in a red
top and red pants, her breasts and buttocks prominent. Her clothes were conservative, but the colors and shapes were incredibly sexy. Her face was slightly flushed,
a bead of , and her earrings shone like stars. She didn't speak to me, but the corners of her mouth were upturned—she was very happy,
clearly satisfied.

I wolfed down my food, finishing quickly. I didn't listen to what my mother said, nor did I care about her expression. The recording was indeed
very captivating.

Continuing:

My mother suddenly screamed, "Ah—!" followed by my father saying, "How was it, Xiaohui? Not bad, right?
Look, you've already ejaculated after only a short time. Good taste!"

"Who knows how you practiced outside! Don't call me Xiaohui!"

My mother calmly discussed my father's affair! I was utterly bewildered.

"That woman has a disease down there, I never let her lick it, at most I'll just touch it with my hand. I don't even want to touch it, it
's a bunch of white stuff, disgusting! Unlike my wife, she's healthy, and her juices smell amazing! What?
What should I call her if not Xiao Hui? Xiao Yi? Are you taking advantage of me?" Mom suddenly yelled again, probably because Dad had suddenly attacked and
poked her with his hand or something.

"Hmph! Who knows if you licked her or not? You've never done this outside, how come you're so familiar with her as soon as you get home? I find
you disgusting now."

"It's all about feelings. I have no feelings for her, so of course I wouldn't lick her. I love you so much, even if I don't know how to lick,
I'll still make you feel like you're in heaven if I just nibble on you! Come on, it's your turn to do it to me, I'll enjoy it too."

After a moment of silence, Mom said, "No, I feel disgusted."

"You're not sick, I just had a checkup the day before yesterday! Look at my abs! I always wear condoms outside, don't worry. Okay,
Huihui , how about I lick you again?"

"Pah! You have abs?"

There was a moment of silence, with only some noise, probably because Mom bent down and gave in to Dad.

Dad said again, "Mmm, really good, the most beautiful woman in the world is giving me oral sex. These breasts, mmm, I'm
impressed. If any celebrity had such beautiful and soft breasts, I'd sell my company to support her."

"Hmph! You should take care of the family first."

"Yes, yes, I'll deal with you, you little slut, first! Hahaha!"

Then Mom yelled "No!", followed by more panting and noises, then a long period of creaking bed
and moaning.

"You bastard, wear a condom! I think you're dirty!"

"Auntie thinks her nephew is dirty? Don't joke around, you were licking so diligently just now, you licked all the filth off. You
're not sick, don't worry!"

"Ah...ah..."

"How's it going? Your husband's still got it, huh--..."

"Ah--don't be so rough...it hurts a little..."

"Hmm, looks like I haven't taken care of you in a while, your pussy's getting tighter and tighter."

"Ah...don't say such nasty things...ah...okay..."

"How's it going, husband?"

"So...comfortable..."

"Come on, baby, come up there and play for a bit, I'll rest."

"Ah--deep...a little deep..."

"Who told you to sit down so suddenly? You've made a mess of it."

"Mmm...ah..."

"I'm increasingly impressed by your tits, mmm, they're fucking amazing. Just for that, I have to
give you a good beating."

"Ah-ah-you--"

"How was it, wife? Did you do a good job?"

"Good...I...I love you, husband..."

"I love you too..."

Then came another twenty minutes of animalistic mating. I couldn't see their positions, couldn't see Mom's tits and buttocks,
but I got a huge stimulation from their language. If it weren't for the noise, and the fact that Mom had helped me
come , I really couldn't resist taking my turn with him while Mom was moaning. I admire Dad's stamina. As a middle-aged man,
he doesn't have a beer belly, he's charming (outside) but not serious (at home), and it's rare that he can still maintain such
sexual prowess , which is admirable.

After a while of panting, they finally stopped.

"How's it going, Huihui? How did your husband do? How many orgasms did you have?"

"No orgasms!"

"Well, you're making such a racket even though you didn't have an orgasm. Judging from your performance, I guess you had two."

"Yeah, I guess twice. Not bad."

"Of course you're good! Who am I? I'm Luo Tieqiang! A man who doesn't please his wife is no man!"

"You should please your mistress first!"

"Sigh, you bring this up again. We agreed not to... I'm only doing this for you guys..."

Dad continued, "You've seen that woman, can she compare to you? She's the kind of woman you wouldn't even touch if you stripped her naked and threw her on the street
."

Mom interjected, "Her ass is bigger than mine, and you just like patting asses!"

"Hehe, she's just fat. Huihui, don't be jealous. I know you're upset, try to understand your husband.

We've been through so much together."

Mom remained silent, and Dad continued, "We've been through thick and thin for over twenty years. Sigh... Besides our
parents, you and our son are the only ones in my heart. We'll take good care of our parents; they don't ask for much,
they just want us to be happy. You, my precious darling, have endured so much for me all these years, and I'm
so grateful. But we're getting old, all we want is stability. But Luo Ying hasn't graduated from university yet, and
I still need to pave the way for him. You know how tough it is in today's society. Luo Ying University is a good university, but
graduates are everywhere. Right? What advantage does he have? The bigger the company, the better his opportunities. I
'll save up some money for him, and that'll be more insurance. Even if his career doesn't go well in the future, he'll still have a stable home to come back to."

Mom said, "Don't kiss me... I..."

"I'll kiss you!"

"Huihui, don't cry, good days are coming soon!"

"I... sob... I always think my life is miserable... actually... the hardest thing is... you..."

"Don't cry, don't cry, it's okay... I'm in a great mood as soon as I get home, I wish I could kiss my son and me, but I'm afraid he'll think
I'm a pervert. I get scared when you cry, don't cry, we're doing fine now."

"Yeah, I don't want to cry either..."

"Huihui, actually... I...

" "What's wrong with you...

" "Nothing, go to sleep.

" "Tell me, or you won't be able to sleep."

"I just want to confess, I want to say I love you. Hehe."

"Yeah... I love you too."

"I'm going to wash up, my face is all messed up."

"Don't wash, yours is messed up down there too. Let's just cuddle and sleep, I like it when we're all sticky, it feels good."

"Disgusting, pervert... kissing me again... um..."

"Huihui, go to sleep, we'll do it again tomorrow morning, I promise I'll give you a big dose of semen."

"Get lost!"

"Come on, go to sleep."

"Um..."

If it weren't for the sounds of foreigners' guns and cannons, the Chinese would really think they were the masters of the world. If aliens don't
come to Earth to make a call, these tycoons with checks and luxury cars will really think they're the masters of the universe. I never
thought about how happy I was, nor did I ever think about what this family or society was like. I didn't know
why Mom said "I love you, Dad" so emotionally, nor did I know why Dad would laugh and joke
around with me whenever he saw me.

The headphones were filled with static, my hands held the hem of my clothes that had been crumpled for so long, there was no sound in my ears,
my palms were sweaty, my eyes were dry but my heart was crying. My lower body was already weak, and I had no strength left.

First came the simple yet intense emotion of a son. Every parent in the world is the best parent;
they express the same love in different ways. Farmers toil in the fields or go out to work to support their children's education.

Cultured intellectuals teach by example, hoping their children will reach heights they never reached. My
father is a businessman; he works hard to run his company, paving the way and providing insurance for me, in his words. My
mother was a housewife, but also a well-educated woman. She taught me to look at pictures, read books, and listen to
music from the age of two. As I grew up, she cooked and did laundry for me, saving every moment she could for my studies. They were truly
the most ordinary parents, because any ordinary parent would probably love their son this much.

They sacrificed so much for me; Mom said she lived for me, and they both truly lived for me. Dad
worked hard in business, and it seemed he needed to maintain an ambiguous
relationship . I understand; Dad isn't a business genius like Jack Ma. He has brains, but he needs stable relationships
to sustain his business. That woman might be the daughter of a high-ranking official, or the sister of an even bigger boss. Dad is
a proud man who deeply loves Mom, and for my sake, he forces himself to eat moldy, rotten apples every day.

What followed was guilt. I consider myself unrestrained and full of personality, but in reality, I'm an unfilial son. I once
wanted to pin Dad to the ground and beat him up because he wronged Mom. I constantly crave to possess my mother's body,
and I still do.

My parents have sacrificed so much for me, yet I harbor such beastly thoughts. Even the most heinous character in a book
would be ashamed to die.

I pulled down my pants, looking at my limp penis, torn and agonizing. Should I continue my evil ways, or
suppress my desires and stop bothering my mother? If I choose the latter, will I succeed? Can I control this immense desire?

What kind of person am I, really?

Chapter One

My mother and I walked hand in hand along the tree-lined avenue.

This road, built two years ago, is no different from a regular highway, except that instead of
sidewalks , it's lined with large trees. The trees aren't very wide, about ten meters across each side. If we were walking in the direction we were going
, a residential area lay behind the trees on the left, and a railway line on the right. This road is in a remote location, with
few vehicles passing by; it's mainly for the convenience of a small number of residents. However, it also benefits
elderly people who enjoy strolling, and as living standards have improved, young men and women with private cars have also benefited considerably—you know what I mean.

My mother insists on taking me for a walk here every day. I know she means well, but I really dislike it. There are two reasons:
first, the environment isn't very pleasant; trains rumble past occasionally, and even replacing the trees with flowerbeds only makes it
passable . Second, my mother is very beautiful, and it feels awkward to be led by her. If you ask why it feels awkward—
why isn't a walk with a beautiful woman satisfying? That's because you've never considered it from a son's perspective. Honestly, I'd rather my mother
were an ordinary-looking, nagging middle-aged woman, wearing shorts every day and forcing me to talk back to her.
That way , I'd happily hold her hand and go for walks; there'd be nothing shameful about it. But if that woman were my mother,
then I'd have to look at her differently.

My mother's full name is Zhou Huiyi. She was born into a scholarly family, the kind of traditional woman who was well-educated and reasonable (she
started as a pure and kind young girl, and only later became a woman). She was very beautiful in her youth, with
many , yet she was won over by my unremarkable father, which is quite unbelievable. My mother said that back then, my father would
write her letters and love poems every few days, and she was moved by his literary talent, which is why she married him. I chuckled, unable
to imagine that my father, a vulgar and uncouth businessman, could have any literary talent. To outsiders, my mother had a keen eye for business, and my
father's fortunes improved significantly after he turned thirty. While not exactly wealthy, he was probably the richest man in their neighborhood
(my mother loved the people and things there, so she didn't move to a better place). It was enviable, and my mother was
content . But as everyone knows, a successful businessman has his own thoughts and anxieties. Sometimes she would
weep alone, which broke my heart. But having received traditional "wife-and-child-care" education, she endured it all, focusing
all her attention on me, hoping I would succeed.

I found it strange that my mother was so beautiful, while my father was still philandering and often staying out all night. She
was 1.67 meters tall, and while she was slender in her youth, she was now fuller, just right, with
only .

She had large breasts; I'd secretly seen her bra—a D cup. When she wore tight pants,
you could see her round, full but not large buttocks. I don't know if her buttocks sagged; it's hard
to tell.

Her legs were long and shapely, her thighs full, her calves not particularly shapely, but for a middle-aged woman,
they were exceptional. She weighed 105 pounds, neither tall nor short, neither fat nor thin. What's most striking about my mother is her youthful appearance.
She's forty-four, yet possesses the youthful beauty of a thirty-four-year-old, but her demeanor clearly indicates she
's past middle age, calmly approaching fifty. Thirty-something women still harbor youthful desires, are very concerned with their
image and appearance, whether they are attractive, are restless, and prone to infidelity. Forty-something women are calm and serene, have
come to terms with life, dress casually (my mother isn't sloppy), and have a more generous air. My mother is like that; the only thing that
excites is my situation.

I'm currently a sophomore in university, but on leave. The reasons are simple and complex: poor grades (it's not easy to get into
a prestigious university), a breakup, and many other reasons. In short: I don't want to stay in school for now;
the farther away from that painful place, the better. After returning home in October, my mother showered me with affection, treating me like
a three-year- . Every evening, she would take me for a walk to help me recover.

I was very grateful to my mother, but it felt incredibly awkward. Just today, Aunt Zhang from the next building, who was walking her dog, saw
us spurred her big yellow dog over, saying enthusiastically, "Oh, Xiao Zhou, your son is growing more and more like you,
so handsome!..." My mother proudly replied, "This child is so good at studying, and you're getting more and more energetic too!

Yingying, come and say hello to Aunt Zhang." I had to smile and listen to them chat for ten minutes. Whenever I hear people complimenting my
resemblance to my mother, I feel shy and helpless (luckily, there aren't many neighbors, and not many people walk around). Strangers
always cast strange glances, as if saying, "What are these two doing, acting like a couple and a mother and son? Have they
no shame?" My mother can be shameless for my sake, but I can't. I'm only twenty years old, and being stared at like this every day feels
like being pricked by needles. My mother, however, is completely oblivious.

Today, my mother and I returned from our walk at eight o'clock. I dawdled over packing my things and went back to my room to play on
the computer for a while; it was already past nine. Just then, my mother called to me from the living room, "Yingying, Mom's going to shower first, you can shower later, okay?"

I snapped out of my daze and replied, "Okay, you shower first, don't worry about me!" But I put the computer on standby and headed to
the living room . Because I'd just seen some inappropriate content online, I was feeling restless and decided
to peek at my mother. But our bathroom was so well-designed that it didn't give me any chance to spy
. Even if I made an excuse to go to the bathroom, my mother would definitely not let me in. So I waited on the sofa in the living room, turned on
the TV , and waited to catch a glimpse of my mother's beautiful figure emerging from the bath. The TV was showing "If You Are the One," and Meng Fei's rambling
was annoying me, but what annoyed me even more was the sound of water in the bathroom. Why did women take so long to shower? Twenty minutes later, the door
creaked

open, and with a burning heart, I casually looked in—and damn it, it was blindingly bright!

My mother's shoulder-length hair was loose, and she was gathering it behind her head with both hands, which
completely exposed her two large breasts. Her pajamas were made of gauze cotton, opaque but very thin, and her two nipples were clearly visible against the fabric, seemingly
saluting me. I dared not look any longer; if she knew I was looking at her like that, she would surely get angry and go back to change, and then I would
n't be able to see them.

I turned my gaze to the television and said, "Finished washing? Too slow." As I spoke, I glanced at her casually
and added, "Mom, you're getting more and more beautiful, like a lotus emerging from the water!" I finally couldn't hold back and said it out loud.

My mother glared at me: "You brat! You've learned to talk back to your mother! Humph!" I
chuckled . Reading what I've described so far, you might think my mother is a Lin Daiyu-like figure; she may
have truly had a touch of timidity and literary talent in her youth, but twenty years later, she has become a modern, ordinary
, "noble" woman. If she were still as beautiful as Daiyu, my father would have been furious long ago.

My mom said, "Go wash up! Be careful not to use my things by mistake again." I saw her watching TV, and my gaze quickly
swept over her. Two small, white, alluring buds of flesh were exposed from her low-cut round neckline. My lower body was already swollen and aroused.

"I'll wash up after I finish watching this, before bed," I said.

"Okay, whatever."

My mom sat down not far from me. I could smell her faint fragrance, and with a casual glance, I saw
her breasts peeking out from under her pajamas. Luckily, she was wearing long pants; if her beautiful legs were exposed, I couldn't guarantee I would still have self-control. My

mother tidied her hair, leaned back on the sofa watching TV, and said to me, "There are grapes in the fridge, go get them and eat them
!" I inwardly cursed. My erect penis was like a bayonet pressing against my shorts; if I stood up, wouldn't I be
completely exposed ? I stood up, turned sideways, pretending to be reluctant to leave the TV program, and walked towards the fridge facing the TV, finally
escaping unscathed. While getting things from the fridge, I took the opportunity to give my mom's nipples a good slap on
the back. Sigh, grapes, I have a bag full of dozens at my disposal, but I only want
the two I want to keep by my side.

I soaked the grapes in a basin, took them back, and continued watching TV. My mom suddenly asked, "You really enjoy watching this
dating show?"

I said, "So-so. The host is quite interesting."

"What's going on between you and your girlfriend?"

I was startled; Mom really wanted to ask that. I hadn't told my mom the specific reason for my leave of absence,
only that I was feeling down and needed to relax, and briefly mentioned my girlfriend. Sure enough, my mother took it to heart.

"It's nothing, that's how it is in college these days. People come and go, they meet again and again," I said dismissively.

“Sigh, children grow up and become independent. You used to tell me everything you cared about. Now that you're older and have more on your mind, you don't
tell me, which makes me anxious.”

I could hear the sadness in my mother's voice, and she even seemed to be choking up. I didn't care about her beautiful chest or pretty
face, and quickly said, “Mom, don't worry, it's nothing, I'll tell you, I'll tell you!”

I leaned closer to her (with ill intentions) and said, “It's just that little thing about dating,
I just happened to run into it early.”

“What happened?”

“My girlfriend cheated on me and fell for someone else.”

My mother said “Oh” and continued, “How long have you been dating?”

I really didn't want to talk about this, because I really liked that girl, and being cheated on naturally left a scar on my heart.
So I said impatiently, "Mom, stop asking. It's just a normal thing. I don't even want to talk about it, so please don't either
. Let's watch TV!"

My mother said she wouldn't mention it, but out of concern, she still brought up the topic every few sentences: "Yingying, relationship issues are
n't trivial. Some people keep it bottled up inside, and their illness gets worse. Others face it head-on, confront
the problem directly, and although it's painful, they can definitely get through it. Don't you agree?"

I felt a little upset by what she said, remembering how good I was to my girlfriend, how she used to pamper me, and tears
welled up in my eyes. My mother kept talking to me, urging me to confide in her,
but I stared straight at the TV, not hearing a word the program was saying.

“Mom’s been through this, I understand your pain. Remember, child, you won’t
succeed until you’ve faced unbearable hardship. People are forged through trials and tribulations; suffering now
will benefit .”

Even with my rebellious nature, Mom’s words finally broke me down in tears. I thought of my girlfriend’s heartlessness, my
indifferent roommate, all the setbacks at school, the lonely nights I spent drinking alone, and then I remembered how much Mom cared for
me, how someone still loved me—I was deeply moved. Seeing me cry was more painful for Mom than her own suffering. She sat down beside me,
wrapped her arms around my shoulders, and pulled me into her embrace, saying, “It’s okay, Mom’s here…”

I felt like I’d been struck by lightning. I felt something soft against my right arm, and my sadness lessened considerably. Upon closer
inspection, I realized it was Mom’s unbraced breast. Actually, those things had already taken their toll, and I was
almost , but the overwhelming temptation made me burst into tears in Mom’s arms. The emotions I had been building up
were deeply felt, making my sobs all the more poignant. I pressed my face against my mother's left breast, my nose pressed firmly against her enormous nipple, occasionally
lightly touching it with my lips, as if I were in paradise. My mother, of course, had no idea of my wicked intentions. Her heart
ached terribly, and she kept patting my back to comfort me: "Cry, it'll be alright if you cry. Mom's here, don't be afraid...

"

The fragrance of my mother's body filled my nostrils, and I was thoroughly enjoying the sight of her soft, large breasts. My penis was already
rock hard again, but I still had reason; I was just holding my mother tightly and confiding in her. After crying for a while, my tears
dried, and I could no longer pretend. I wanted to say something, but I didn't know how. So I looked up at my mother and
called out, "Mom..."

My mother was still patting my back. Hearing me speak, she looked at me too. Seeing her eyes filled with tears, I said, "Mom
, don't be sad. Your son won't be discouraged. I'll definitely find you a better daughter-in-law in the future."

"Yes, Mom isn't sad. Mom can endure everything else, but it's you who have been wronged..." As she spoke, tears fell again.

My heart skipped a beat. Mom's words clearly had a hidden meaning. I asked urgently, "Mom, has Dad wronged you again?

Is he cheating on you with other women again?"

Mom pushed me away, wiping away her tears, and said, "What nonsense are you talking about! Don't say such hurtful things!"

"I'm not going to acknowledge this father of mine anymore!"

"Your father has it tough too. He has to socialize every day, and he has to put on a smiling face for everyone. He doesn't come home, but it's all for
us . Everything we have now was earned by your father. You can't say such things about your father!" Mom was very angry.

"Mom! He doesn't come home because he has other women!" I shouted.

"Don't talk nonsense!" Mom was really angry and yelled at me. She stood up, took a breath, calmed herself down, and
said, "Go wash up! Don't play on the computer anymore, Mom's going to bed." After saying that, she went to the kitchen, washed her face, and
went back to the bedroom.

I stood there alone, my mind in turmoil. I wish my mother was just an ordinary middle-aged woman; actually, I just
wished for an ordinary, unremarkable family of my own. Dad is away from home all year round, and Mom is always crying alone. This house doesn't feel like a home at all
. If my mother were an ordinary woman and my father were just an ordinary worker, even without much
money, I wouldn't complain. A happy and harmonious family would be enough!

Now I have no sex drive at all. After showering, I went back to my bedroom, turned off the computer, and went to bed. But
I couldn't fall asleep; my mind was filled with images of my mother crying. As the saying goes, a child is the apple of their mother's eye; my mother loved me dearly.
More important than myself, I love my mother dearly. She's the symbol of my family; if she's sad, the house is
shrouded in gloom; if she collapses, the family falls apart. This proud and arrogant woman allowed my father
to run rampant outside, all for me, for her son to have a complete family. Otherwise, with her looks and charm, and countless suitors
, she would have divorced and remarried long ago. I hate my father and love my mother dearly. My

mind is a jumbled mess, filled with countless thoughts, even imagining myself pinning my father to the ground and beating him. I open my eyes and
check my phone; it's already past 1 a.m. I sit up, trying to clear my head and stop thinking, but my mind is beyond my
control , constantly conjuring up the worst possible scenarios of family breakdown. I'm incredibly worried about my mother; she must be secretly
crying, perhaps even keeping a large bottle of sleeping pills by her bedside! I fumble for the light switch, open the door, and head towards my parents' bedroom. I

gently press my knee against my mother's door, but hear nothing. This terrifies me even more. Could Mom have really
committed suicide by overdosing on the pills? So I try to gently push the door open; it's unlocked. The moonlight filtering through the curtains was already quite dim, and
I could only see my mother turned to the side, facing inwards. I tiptoed, feeling my way forward, until I finally reached the bed.
Because of the darkness, I couldn't see my mother's face clearly, so I carefully stepped onto the bed, slowly approached, and knelt beside her face
, looking closely to make sure she was alright. What I saw next was enough to make my heart explode.

My mother was lying on her side, tears still streaming from the corners of her eyes. The dim light
completely , revealing a face that, while not perfect, could captivate countless men, quietly blooming and exuding a delicate
fragrance. Because of the pressure from her arms, her breasts were almost bursting out of her nightgown, with a large expanse of
snow-white flesh exposed on her right breast. The pale areola was half hidden inside and half provocatively exposed, instantly
igniting . I dared not look any longer, cursing inwardly, "Damn! Such perfect breasts belong to that idiot Dad!"
I prepared to tiptoe out of bed.

Unexpectedly, my mother moved her arm, groaned, and groggily sat up, propping
herself , shaking her head as if to clear her head. I was startled, and in a moment of quick thinking, sat down and said, "Mom,
I'm afraid you..." But I stammered, unable to finish the sentence.

My mother looked at me sleepily, paused for a moment, then pounced on me, hugging me tightly,
saying in a coquettish tone, "You're finally back! I missed you so much!" She then kissed my lips. The room was dimly lit, and I
was backlit, so she mistook me for my father. My mind went completely blank. I had never intended to do anything
monstrous when I came, but instinct made me involuntarily open my mouth and entwine my tongue with hers. In my dazed state, my hands
reached for my mother's large breasts, grasping their softness through her thin clothing, almost moved to tears. Without the support of
my arms , we both fell onto the bed. Mom kept kissing me; she seemed completely absorbed in the kissing, her tongue
constantly nibbling at mine, licking my teeth, and occasionally escaping from my mouth to lick my nose. Mom's
breath was clean, with a faint sweetness—probably the legendary salivary amylase. I was a little out of breath,
so I grabbed her breasts and pushed her away.

Mom said, "You really enjoy sleeping with other women? Am I that bad?" She sighed and
rolled off me.

How could I give up now? I roared and pounced on her, pressing down on her incredibly soft body. I don't like
kissing on the lips , so I attacked her neck and earlobes, my hands slipping under her pajamas and grabbing her large breasts.

Mom breathed softly, "Slow down, it hurts." How could I agree? Before, there was only clothing between us; now, skin to skin, zero-distance
contact , it felt so good I wanted to shout "Mom!" After a while of groping, I was satisfied. I kissed her from her neck to her collarbone, all the way down,
listening to her soft moans. I slipped under her clothes and greedily nibbled on her large breasts. After the left, I nibbled on the right, sucking on
the nipple, leaving her big white rabbits dripping with juice. Mom laughed at me from above, "Old man, so impatient!
Why didn't you do this sooner!" She even patted my back. With her breasts occupied by my mouth, my hands moved to her buttocks and thighs. My left hand
slipped inside her pants and grabbed half of Mom's buttocks, almost bringing tears to my eyes. Damn, her breasts were
so soft, and her buttocks were so smooth! So I continued to knead them. My right hand
wandered . The feel wasn't as good as her breasts and buttocks, but it was still full and firm. Even better, after my right hand had rubbed
her thighs enough, I reached for her bulging vulva. As soon as I touched it, Mom let out a soft "hmm," which sent a shiver down my spine. So,
accompanied by this ethereal melody, I slipped my hand inside her panties and went
straight . Although I'd only made love a few times, I was quite adept and easily found my sanctuary. My fingers slid over her labia majora and
slipped a little inside. Mom shuddered, her legs clamping tightly around my hand, not quite preventing me from going further, but rather from
leaving.

She was panting heavily, and I could already feel the moisture seeping out. So, I used my index finger to tease her, pressing the tender flesh inside and
flicking her already erect clitoris. Mom immediately became wildly aroused, her whole body burning hot, especially
when my right hand flicked her clitoris. She cried out several times, her legs almost crushing my hand. I thought, it seems Mom's boudoir has been lonely and
parched for a long time; it's truly a pity for such a beautiful woman.

I always like to have plenty of foreplay so that we can both get into the mood immediately upon penetration.
Seeing that Mom was almost ready, I pulled my right hand down and pulled down my underwear, revealing my penis, ready to take her. But
before I could even pull my hand away, Mom, already impatient, said in a daze, "Don't go... um,
yes, don't use your hand, use your penis to fuck me." I was shocked. I never expected my dignified mother to say such a thing.
Just now I had only said "playing with women," and she was already furious. I was stunned for a moment. Mom took the initiative, getting
up and pinning me down, taking off her shirt and trousers, straddling me, saying, "Let me serve
you well today, so you won't keep thinking about other women!" I broke out in a cold sweat. Now, sitting on me, her two
large breasts trembled on her chest, her soft, smooth buttocks pressing against my penis. But if she looked closely, she
would definitely see my face, and realize that the person beneath her wasn't her husband, but her son! Mom looked down, found my
penis , examined it carefully, and said, "It's so hard today, and seems even bigger than usual. Hmm, you miss home, don't you? Sweetie,
I'll take you home." She then parted her labia with her left hand and guided my penis as she sat down. My mind went blank; I only
felt my penis entering a soft, smooth, and powerful paradise. Mom's vagina was tightly gripping me, pressed against me, and
I could clearly feel every tender piece of flesh inside. The moment my penis slid into her vagina, I gripped the sheets tightly, my whole body...
My focus was on my glans, savoring the warmth my mother was giving me. After she sat down, she let out a long sigh,
then closed her eyes and began to move up and down, stroking me. I breathed a sigh of relief, but remained too afraid to move,
lest she open her eyes and see the truth. I stared intently at her; in the dim moonlight, she looked like a celestial being descended to earth.
Her head was tilted back, bobbing up and down, her breasts rising and falling with the waves. Her hands pressed against my lower abdomen, her full buttocks slapping against
my groin, the coolness of her buttocks contrasting with the heat of her vagina.

"Mmm...ah..." my mother moaned softly. I desperately wanted to reach out and touch her breasts, to rub
her buttocks , but I dared not. This lack of distraction made my glans incredibly sensitive, and combined with
the intense stimulation before me, after less than forty strokes, a heat surged between my legs, my body stiffened, and I ejaculated.

I ejaculated several times, feeling that although it was my shortest, it was definitely my most pleasurable
sexual experience (my first time, I usually only ejaculated after seventy or eighty thrusts). Both of us were covered in sweat and stood motionless. I sensed my mother
might open her eyes, so I braced myself up to hug her. Unexpectedly, Mom got off me, squatted down
beside and touched my penis, saying, "Old Luo, why are you so quick today? Haven't been home in so long, are you too excited?"

She never looked at me, and I froze, terrified.

Mom slapped my thigh and continued, "You're satisfied, but I'm not. I can't let you off the hook!" Then she
knelt down, opened her mouth, and took my already limp penis into her mouth.

Damn! Oral sex! Oral sex after I'd already ejaculated! I'd only ever read about submissive heroines in novels
cleaning a man's penis after he'd ejaculated, but I never imagined such bliss would happen to me. (Mom wasn't
cleaning my penis, of course; she wanted to help me regain my virility. I was puzzled as to why my usually dignified mother was so
… well… wanton. Was she just too horny? Or was this the legendary "noble lady off the bed, slut in bed"?)

Mom's tongue teased my glans, probing my urethral opening with its tip, and I immediately became hard again. Mom,
while holding my penis with her hand, used her mouth to stroke it, mumbling, "Mmm… mmm… pretty fast."

I'd never experienced such treatment before. Mom's oral skills were superb; she took care of every part of my penis, from the shaft to the glans,
licking and probing, making me feel like my soul was leaving my body. I barely managed to lift my head and saw, in the blur, a beautiful woman kneeling on the bed,
her hair loose, her large, white buttocks raised, her soft breasts swaying, her head licking my
penis up and down. Heaven on earth, nothing could compare.

Suddenly, Mom licked my glans with her tongue. I shuddered and involuntarily cried out, "Ah! Mom...
"

This startled me. Mom looked up in surprise and whispered, "What!?" I nervously
shifted back, knowing I'd been caught. Mom slowly climbed to the head of the bed and turned on the chandelier. Instantly, the room was
bright as day. Mom was completely naked, one hand still on the light switch, the other on the bed. Her large, peach-shaped breasts hung down
her chest, her two pink nipples standing shyly erect (it's rare to see her nipples still pink at middle age).
Her pubic hair was a mess, covered in my semen and her vaginal fluids. Her flushed
face instantly turned deathly pale, and she said, "You...you..."

I don't know where I got the courage (from a wolfish heart and lustful audacity), I rushed to the bedside and hugged my mother tightly, kissing
her neck, saying, "Mom, don't be afraid...no one knows about us."

My mother was pushed onto the bed by me, pounding her fists wildly, shouting, "Let go! Get out! You beast!...Even your mother
..." She pushed me away forcefully, and I was indeed pushed away a little, but this time my face was right in front of hers.
While I was kneading her big breasts, I said, "I just wanted to see you, afraid you would be sad and something bad would happen. You treated me
like your father, but you took the initiative..."

My mother still pushed and hit me forcefully, saying, "I'm your mother! You beast! This is incest! If
people find out, how will we have any face left?"

"It's already incestuous! I just ejaculated, it's already happened, so don't worry. Mom, give me one more time!"

I excitedly kissed her face, my hands constantly kneading her big breasts, while my penis searched for an entrance,
thrusting everywhere.

But my mother was clamped tightly, and I couldn't get in.

"Get out! I'll count to three, and if you don't get out, we'll sever our mother-son relationship tomorrow!" she
said with difficulty, her hands gripping my shoulders.

How could I possibly get out! "I won't! You'll still be my mother, and also my wife. I won't marry anyone else; I'll
only live with you." After saying that, I removed her hands and started biting and sucking on her breasts.

Mom was heartbroken, but she still resisted fiercely. She flailed her arms and legs, trying to kick me away, which only
made things easier for me. I seized the opportunity, and with a few twists, I separated her legs, my little brother and sister
just a step apart. Mom knew that things had reached the most critical moment; if I went in, there would be no going back. She
struggled to her feet and slapped me hard across the face with her right hand, shouting, "You beast! If you want me to still be your mother,
get out now!"

I was seeing stars from the slap, and a surge of anger rose within me. I used all my strength, moving my hands from her breasts to her crotch, aiming
my penis and thrusting forward.

Mom grabbed my arm and cried, "No!" My first thrust failed; the head of my penis touched her clitoris.
She immediately let out a soft moan and then pinched and twisted my arm—a sign of her weakness. I
endured the pain, aimed at the opening, and shoved the head of my penis inside. A ring of tender flesh tightly enveloped my glans, the pleasure making me want to
swear. I slowly pushed my penis in, fully experiencing the wetness and tightness of Mom's vagina.
As , Mom stopped hitting me, her eyes fixed on me, breathing heavily, as if in despair at impending death,
or perhaps expectant of me, repeatedly whispering, "No, no, no." I pushed in two-thirds of the way, my heart pounding with excitement, and
I couldn't help but thrust my hips forward, plunging it all the way in. Our pubic bones pressed together; the hairy outside felt incredibly comfortable, and
Mom's vaginal muscles gripped my penis tightly, making it even more stimulating. But actually, the physical pleasure all came from the mind;
what drove me wild was that lying beneath me, my beautiful and dignified mother with my penis inside her vagina. Influenced by erotic
novels had fantasized about my mother's body countless times, but moral constraints and my love and respect for her kept me
from acting on them. Now, my mother, naked from the waist down, legs spread open, lay on the bed, making love to me—the scene was even more beautiful than my previous fantasies
.

My hands returned to her two irresistible breasts, thrusting in and out a couple of times, an indescribable pleasure. At this moment,
my mother had given up resisting, turning her head away from me. Suddenly, two clear tears rolled down her cheeks, striking my heart.

A jolt of fear washed over me, and a wave of regret washed over me, but I didn't stop thrusting. I leaned down and kissed my mother's neck, saying,
"Mom, I love you, I love you."

My mother said listlessly, "If you leave now, it's not too late, otherwise it will really be too late."

Suddenly, my mother came to her senses and, with a strength she didn't know she possessed, pushed my shoulder hard. I almost pushed her away,
using one hand to grab her hand that was pushing me, and the other hand to press on her breast to prevent her from getting up, while my lower body thrust even more violently.

My mother was clearly experiencing pleasure, moaning a few times, but she still kept pushing and hitting me. While kneading her large breasts, I
said, "Mom, my father wasn't good to you, but I'm good to you, I... I'll make it up to you." "

Get out... um... ah... get away, you... bastard... ah... I don't have a
son like you... um... ah." My mother was already panting, waves of pleasure surging through her body.

At this moment, my mother stopped pinching and hitting me, but just pushed my shoulders with both hands, not letting me get close to her. I could only
caress her breasts, which wasn't enough, so I pushed her hands away, bent down to kiss her mouth, and at the same time, my
lower was pounding against my mother, who was like a small boat on waves. Mom turned her head to the right, closed her eyes to avoid my
kisses, but still kept moaning.

I felt slightly annoyed, straightened up, grabbed her waist, and thrust a few times with great force. Normally, I
would only dare to use these thrusts when I was about to ejaculate, but I had already ejaculated once, so my stamina had increased. Now I was hard and long-lasting,
full of confidence , truly the best state I had ever been in. Mom didn't expect me to suddenly exert force, turned her head and looked at me in fear, panting and
saying, "No...no...ah!...no...I...I...ah..."

Looking at Mom's large breasts rolling like waves and her coy resistance, I felt that I would be willing to die at this moment.
I held her waist tightly with both hands and thrust into her with all my might, my penis, covered in white foam, pounding hard and fast. Mom's vaginal
muscles writhed and contracted with each thrust, so tight that my soul almost left my body.

Mom was being pounded so hard she felt like she was falling apart. Her legs were wrapped tightly around my waist, clinging to me, but
she kept saying, "No...no...you beast...no...I..."

I suddenly stopped and said, "Mom, what did you say? You want me to stop?" (I'm really heavily
influenced .)

Mom, in a daze, said, "Don't stop, don't stop...don't—" Suddenly realizing what was happening, she yelled at me, "Get out!"

I reached out and grabbed Mom's breast tightly with my left hand, kneading it incessantly. My right hand reached between Mom's legs, using my
ultimate move against women (not very skillful, of course, learned from pornography and erotic novels), pressing, twisting, and rubbing Mom's
erect clitoris, while simultaneously thrusting harder.

If Mom had been suppressing her pleasure and moaning softly before, now she was screaming out loud: "Ah...ah...no...
don't...you're killing me...I'm going to die...I'm going to come...ah..."

My left hand continued to grip her breast tightly, the flesh overflowing between my fingers. Normally, Mom would have cried out in pain long ago.

My right hand kept twisting and rubbing her clitoris, teasing that little bean. I stared intently at Mom, thrusting in and out forcefully. Mom
stared intently at me, repeatedly shouting, "You bastard...you want me...you want...me...ah...it feels so good...it feels
so good...I'm going to come...I...I...I really can't...it feels so good--"

My face was flushed, I thrusting desperately, feeling my penis go numb. Mom's vaginal muscles gripped my penis tightly,
the friction of the glans sending signals to my brain, which I tried my best to suppress.

I roared, "Mom! Does it feel good?!" At the same time, I pushed forward with all my might, making a slapping sound,
wishing I could stuff myself all the way in.

Suddenly, Mom gripped my left arm tightly with both hands, gazing at me with ecstasy: "No...don't make me climax...ah
...so good...so good...fuck me to death...fuck me every day...fuck me...climax..."

Suddenly, her whole body tensed, her nails digging into my arm, and she screamed, "Ah--" I felt like I was being crushed .
My vagina was already overflowing, but I still felt a gush of fluid gushing out, her vaginal muscles contracting incessantly, tightly embracing my
penis.

Mom's dazed expression lasted for over twenty seconds. I stopped thrusting, waiting for her to relax, and said, "Mom,
I love you."

She said weakly, "Get...get away..."

"Mom, you climaxed, but I haven't ejaculated yet." I started thrusting again, but slowly and lightly
.

Mom smoothed her disheveled hair with her hand, then lay still, letting me do as I pleased. Her breasts were covered in my
scratches, her face was as red as an apple, her eyes half-closed, lost in passion. For her, it would be worth dying for. I
gradually increased my speed, and soon Mom opened her eyes, regaining her spirits. However, as she opened her eyes, two
lines of tears rolled down her forehead. She said, "You rascal...you rascal..."

I said, "Mom, your son is your lover from a past life."

"Yingying, tell me...ah...do you love Mom?...Oh..." She looked at me earnestly, suppressing her
pleasure.

"Love, of course I love you. I'll love you for the rest of my life," I said.

"Then can you lift Mom up?" She suddenly smiled.

I was stunned for a moment, then overjoyed. This was my favorite position. I leaned down, letting Mom hug
my neck. I grabbed her full, smooth buttocks with both hands and lifted her up.

Mom's breasts pressed tightly against my chest, her vagina wrapped around my penis, fully inserted. She whispered in my ear,
"Now we have no gap, move."

I hummed in agreement and began thrusting, gripping her buttocks. My mother's nipples rubbed against my chest, her buttocks were
in my hands, her vagina tightly enveloped me, and now it was even yielding to me; I was blissfully in heaven.

The thrusting gradually quickened, and my mother breathed softly. I was driven mad with lust, gripping my mother's buttocks tightly, lifting and
lowering them , pounding hard with all my might. Mom immediately gasped like the first time, but said, "Ah...
so good...so beautiful...so beautiful...I'm going to die today...twice...ah...so beautiful...good boy...Mom
loves you..."

I shouted, "Mom! I love you too!"

Mom didn't answer me, just gasped, "Ah...ah...ah...woo woo...mmm..."

I suddenly stopped and said, "Mom, I want to suck your breasts."

Mom said, "Don't stop, keep going, keep going." At the same time, she freed one hand to grab her left breast and lift it up.
I lowered my head and chewed on Mom's fragrant breast flesh. After a few bites, I said, "Mom, I want to keep sucking, don't
let go." Mom said anxiously, "Move faster, I won't let go. You can eat as much as you want." I sucked on Mom's nipple and
kept sucking, while at the same time, I started to thrust hard below. I glanced up and only saw Mom with her head down, confused.
She stared at me, her eyes filled with desire, babbling incoherently. My feelings were already incredibly
intense , so I opened my mouth wide and bit down on my mother's breast, swallowing a large chunk of flesh. My teeth clenched the flesh, and my tongue
licked the nipple incessantly. My penis swelled to its maximum, and I thrust rapidly. Unlike the first time, I didn't care about my mother's pleasure; I
just fucked her with all my might, trying to reach orgasm as quickly as possible.

Thump thump thump thump thump thump—

"Good son... let... let Mom orgasm... It feels so good... You're so amazing... I... I'm going to orgasm...

"

I didn't utter a sound, all my strength concentrated in my hips. My mother rose and fell on top of me, her vaginal muscles rolling in and out.

I felt I was about to ejaculate, and I thrust even more violently.

My mother said intermittently, her voice trembling with tears, "So... so good... Mom loves you... You're fucking me to death—"

As she spoke, my mother suddenly bit my shoulder, whimpering. At the same time, a gush of vaginal fluid gushed out,
her vaginal muscles tightly gripping my penis.

I screamed "Ahhhhhh!" as Mom squeezed me so tightly my soul almost left my body, my penis shooting like a machine gun.

My legs stiffened, almost cramping, and Mom was still biting my shoulder. I whispered, "Mom, it hurts."

Mom released her grip and rested her head on my shoulder. I felt weak all over and fell forward, pinning Mom to the bed.

A moment of silence followed; I was immersed in bliss, while Mom was immersed in agony.

Suddenly, Mom cried, wiping away her tears as she said, "Get up! Get out!"

I stubbornly lay on her chest, sucking on one of her nipples, and said, "I won't leave, Mom, I love you!" Mom
gently stroked my hair and said tenderly, "Mom loves you too, but we can't do this. The mistake has already
been made, so we can only try our best to forget it. You've already gotten what you wanted, haven't you? Forget it... child..."

"No, Mom, I can't forget!"

Mom suddenly said sternly, "You're not allowed in this room anymore, understand? You're not allowed to touch me anymore! Get out!"

I was startled and stood up, saying, "Mom, you just said you wanted me to fuck you every day! Why are you like this now?"

Mom was furious, stood up and pushed me out, crying, "Get out! You beast! Don't ever come into this room again!"

I was pushed out of the room and looked back. Mom, her large, red and white breasts swaying, my
semen dripping down her thighs, looked at me, her voice softening again: "Starting tomorrow, I'll still be your mother, and you'll still be my son. Forget
today . Otherwise, I'll kill myself." She slammed the door shut.

I knocked: "Mom, don't be upset. I won't make you angry anymore. Don't do anything rash!"

Mom said from the other side of the door: "Don't worry, Mom, I'm fine. Let me be alone for a while. Starting tomorrow, everything
will be normal."

I returned to my bedroom dejectedly, reflecting on what had just happened.

Chapter Two:

I returned to my bedroom and checked the time; it was already 2:30. So, I had been with Mom for almost an hour and a half
. Thinking back to my previous sex with my girlfriend, it never lasted more than half an hour. Although I ejaculated twice this time, it
was still a bit too vigorous. I stroked my limp penis and muttered to myself, "You've got all the good things in the world.
Tell me to repay me?" The intense visual stimulation and immense pleasure lingered in my mind. I
guessed Mom wasn't asleep yet; she was probably crying. But she said she was fine and wouldn't let me see her, so
there was no problem. What about tomorrow? Could we really only be mother and son from now on, and not have this kind of relationship?

I was conflicted. I knew it was wrong; if people found out, my mother would be ashamed, and my promising
future would be ruined. But I was still a 20-year-old, hot-blooded young man. How could I resist the temptation of my mother's
mature voluptuous body? In the past, I might have indulged my fantasies by secretly watching her, but
after this intense experience, I knew that my relationship with my mother would inevitably be complicated. Even if I could
control myself, there would be a huge wall between us.

Having released my pent-up desire, I quickly fell asleep.

The next day, I woke up refreshed. I went out of my bedroom and saw breakfast laid out on the table. My mother was sitting on
the sofa , lost in thought, her eyes red and swollen, clearly having not slept all night. I felt sorry for her and went over to her, saying
, "Mom, didn't you sleep well? Yesterday, I was so sorry..." "Nothing happened yesterday! Don't overthink it!" my mother
said sternly. Seeing her like this, I stopped talking and ate in silence. Sigh, women are so fickle. Yesterday she was so eager,
even cooperating with me in the end, and now she's resisting so fiercely. I once heard a saying: only desire controls a woman;
satisfy her and you are her master. Didn't Mom satisfy her yesterday? Impossible. Her current behavior shows she's still
heavily bound by traditional moral values. Thoughts are the hardest things to resolve; there's no way to change that.

Neither Mom nor I spoke again, and we finished our meal in silence. Dad gave the family enough money, so Mom became
a typical housewife, no longer showing her face in public. Her daily leisure time consisted of reading, watching TV, or
exercising . When I came home, I didn't just play around. I set myself a study schedule. Because
I've loved reading and writing since childhood, and have a small dream of becoming a writer, I spend several hours every day practicing writing—essays, poems,
and mostly, novel ideas. Life had been like this for the past few days: Mom entertained herself,
cooking and grocery shopping. I would occasionally go shopping with her, but most of the time she was at her desk, or at
the gym or basketball court. Now I desperately want to spend more time with my mother and gain her approval.

"Mom, remember to call me when you go grocery shopping. I want to see what snacks they have."

Mom didn't look at me, she was clearing the dishes herself, saying, "Tell me what you want to eat, I'll buy it for you."

"I can't think of anything right now, just go there and see what's good."

"I don't want to go with you now, just tell me what to eat." Mom was surprisingly blunt.

I said, "Mom, didn't you say everything was normal yesterday? Why don't you want to go to the market with me? You
usually beg and plead with me to go."

Mom looked up, sobbing, and said, "Don't force me, okay? Can't you leave me alone? Do you have to drive me
to my death to be happy?" Her voice was soft, but she was clearly extremely sad.

I immediately panicked and quickly said, "Okay, okay! I won't go, I'll stay home by myself. Mom, don't cry."

After Mom left, I used the living room sofa as a punching bag and vented my anger. I honestly don't know where the road ahead
leads. My beautiful fantasy is that my mother and I will get along "happily," but the reality is likely to be the worst—
a cold and distant relationship between mother and son, just like now. My deep affection for my mother tells me that even if we can't have a physical
relationship, I must restore things to how they were before, so that she can be a real mother and have an obedient and well-behaved son.

The afternoon continued in the same manner; several attempts to talk to her were unsuccessful. I pinned my hopes on the evening walk,
as she had promised, and if she refused even that, it would be too much for her to break her promise. After dinner,
I cautiously said, "Mom, it's time for your walk."

"I'm not going, I'm a little tired," Mom said.

If I got angry now, or said she had broken her promise, it would only make things worse. Having already planned it out, I
said, "Mom, if you don't want me to go, I won't go with you. You can go for a walk by yourself. If it's my fault that
you can't even go for a walk, then I'll be a sinner for all time."

Mom seemed somewhat moved, and she said softly, "Okay, don't worry about me. Go have fun by yourself."

A little after seven, Mom indeed went out; it seemed she really didn't want to be in the same room as me. I got dressed and
put on my shoes , and set off two minutes after she left, following behind at a distance. It was already mid-October, and the weather
was quite cold. Although Mom was a rather traditional person, she was very proud of her figure and often wore rather
daring clothes. The "boldness" I'm referring to might seem ordinary to you—at most, it's just regular black stockings and
a knee-length skirt. She rarely wears low-cut tops because her ample bosom would cause her to expose herself with the slightest bend. Mom is quite casual about
her clothes , often just picking something to wear. In previous Octobers, she'd mostly wear summer clothes,
perhaps with a coat over them. But today, she was completely covered up. It's easy to guess why; since
I woke up this morning, I haven't seen any skin except for her hands and neck.

Even so, I couldn't help but salivate. Her pink casual pants clung tightly to her full hips and thighs (Mom
doesn't own a single pair of loose-fitting pants; those are the kind older women wear). Her calves weren't particularly slender to begin with,
but under the pants, combined with her round buttocks and firm thighs, her curves were surprisingly perfect. I couldn't help but
regret focusing all my attention on Mom's breasts yesterday instead of taking a good look at her perfect hips and thighs. I admit,
I have a slight breast fetish. Mom was wearing a white, tight-fitting pullover. Today, when I saw her high,
trembling , I kept chanting "Amitabha" in my mind. Actually, if she wore a loose t-shirt, even a little bit of her breasts showing
wouldn't have aroused me so much. But the thought of those large breasts I so freely played with yesterday, now completely hidden behind
her clothes, made me itch like a cat scratching. It's true what they say: a wife is not as good as a concubine, a concubine is not as good as a secret affair, and a secret affair is not as good as something unattainable. Now Mom is wearing
a thin top outside; I guess she's buttoned it up, otherwise, those bouncing rabbits would give
many old men taking a stroll a nosebleed, something they haven't seen in years.

We usually walk to the small garden at the other end of the road and then return the same way. Now we're halfway between my house and the
garden , so Mom can't avoid me even if she wants to. So I tiptoed up to her and
said in a serious, respectful tone, "Mom, it's getting dark early now, and things could get dangerous. I'm worried about bad people, so I came to walk
with you."

Mom was surprised, and her expression showed a hint of gratitude, but then she said coldly, "Go back. I want to be
alone."

I said, "Then I'll follow you from a distance and come up if you're in danger." I backed down, knowing that Mom
wouldn't actually do that; having me follow her would only annoy her more.

Mom still coldly said, "No! You..."

Just then, a strange man walked towards us and struck up a conversation with Mom: "Sister Zhou, you're here again
? Haven't seen you in a while. And this is... Oh, your son, right?" Seeing that the opportunity was perfect, I quickly grabbed Mom's hand and said to the man, "
Hello, my name is Luo Ying." Then I asked Mom, "Mom, who is this?"

Mom smiled and said, "Call him Brother Yang. Hey, Little Yang, you won't mind if my son calls you brother, you're
only a dozen years older than him."

The man was about ten centimeters shorter than me, not very old but bald, wearing gold-rimmed glasses. He looked refined,
but I couldn't help but feel a sense of sleazy about him. He smiled and said, "No, no! It's only right. Your son calls me brother,
and I call you sister, so I think you're actually your son's sister. When you walk around like this, no one would guess
you have a son!"

I was furious. This bastard actually said my mother didn't have a son, what did he take me for? Most importantly, his
flattery of my mother was clearly malicious; his eyes kept glancing at her ample breasts, and while he pretended
to be a respectable gentleman, he was obviously a shameless lecher. I called out "Brother Yang" and listened to their conversation. "Brother Yang" kept praising
us , saying my mother was beautiful and had a good temperament, and that I was tall and handsome. After asking about my schooling, he praised me even more,
saying that good schools meant a bright future, and so on. I was used to hearing this kind of talk since I was a child, and I felt disgusted by him. I really wanted to grab my mother's hand
and leave.

My mother chatted with him for a few more minutes, but she was clearly getting impatient, so she interrupted him and said goodbye. After walking a few steps,
my mother tried to pull her hand away from mine, but I held on tightly. My mother said coldly, "Let go." I said
, "Why should I let go? What's wrong with a son and mother holding hands and taking a walk?" My mother tried to pull away several times but to no avail.
She didn't dare to make any big movements on the street, so she could only hold my hand and walk slowly beside me.

Seeing that my plan had succeeded, I began the next step of my rescue plan—to resume normal conversation with my mother and
open our hearts to each other. I asked, "Who was that guy just now?"

"Someone from the building next door, I don't really know him. I've forgotten when I met him."

"That guy looks like a thug, he's up to no good, Mom, you should stay away from him."

"And you're not a thug? You're up to no good? Do you know how much pain Mom is in?" Mom suddenly
turned and glared at me fiercely.

After our previous conversations, I knew that if I blamed Mom (it was true she was too horny
and mistook me for Dad), she would be even angrier. If I brought up the fact that I had brought her to orgasm twice and she even actively
cooperated with me, begging me to have sex with her every day, she would be furious, even wanting to die. Ultimately, she
believes herself to be a virtuous traditional woman, and doing such a thing is unforgivable, shattering her self-perceived
image . If I were to rub salt in the wound now, I'd be a complete fool.

“Mom, let bygones be bygones. Let’s pretend it never happened. Every family has its own troubles, and everyone
faces unexpected difficulties. But if we just bear with it and persevere, it will pass. What good will this cold war do? We should
talk more, like before; that would make things easier.”

Mom listened without saying a word, but seemed moved.

I continued, “We can discuss the future later. Let’s focus on the present and not let difficulties defeat us. Cheer
up, Mom.” Mom didn’t catch the unspoken meaning of “we can discuss the future later.” She remained silent for a long time.
Suddenly she burst into tears. I quickly pulled her into my arms and said, "Mom, don't cry. There are so many people on the road, it's not good.
Let's talk in the garden ahead, okay?"

Mom obediently raised her head, smoothed her hair, took a breath, and walked forward with me as if nothing had happened. I held Mom's hand
tightly , and couldn't help but think how beastly my previous thoughts had been. As long as Mom was happy,
what did it matter if I lost my penis?

The so-called small garden was just a relatively large grove of trees, a few flower beds, and a pavilion. The elderly
liked to cool off in the pavilion, and since it was late autumn, there weren't many people. Mom and I walked into the grove of trees
in the garden. It was almost dark, there was no wind, and it was quiet. There was only a pair of middle school students
cuddling together in the grove. I stopped and hugged Mom: "Mom, don't be sad, even the biggest difficulties will disappear. I'm here, don't be afraid."

Mom started sobbing again. A woman's tears really come so easily. I could only pat her back and
keep saying meaningless words of comfort. Mom cried on my shoulder for a while, choking out, "Mom knows...
it's not all... your fault... I also have... responsibility... I was so... shameless... sob sob
... shameless..."

I quickly said, "No, Mom, you're the greatest. In my heart, you've always been the most perfect, the best person."

Indeed, Mom was the most perfect person, not only in spirit but also in body.

Mom continued, "I know you look down on... look down on... Mom... yesterday I was like that... you must
... look down on me."

"No, I've never looked down on you, not before, and not ever since." I wanted to say, don't think like that
, women are all like that when they're in love, there's nothing shameful about it, but I held back.

"Sob sob sob... yesterday I was like that... I had no face to live... in the end I don't even know... how... I ended up
like that..."

Mom was heartbroken, and I felt guilty too. The mother-son relationships depicted in erotic novels are too unrealistic. Only when such a thing really happens in a
family can one know how much pressure and pain a mother has to endure. Mom's crying
subsided a bit, and her speech became more normal: "Actually... I've long felt that life has lost its meaning. You know, with your dad
like that, I used to love him so much, but now that he's gone, I feel like I've lost half of myself. I'm most afraid of losing you
. If you look down on me and don't want me anymore, I'll die right now."

I patted my chest and said firmly, "I, Luo Ying, swear to God I will always love Mom, always be by her side,
and stay with her until death!"

Mom was very moved: "Yes, with my son here, I have a purpose in life, and I'm not afraid of anything.
Whatever , it doesn't matter if he dies."

I said, "I won't leave you! Mom, don't worry." I kissed her on the cheek.

Mom pushed me, but not very hard; it was more like a playful pout. She said seriously, "From now on, we'll just have a normal
mother-son relationship. You absolutely can't think of anything else. If I let you fall into depravity, I'd be worse off than dead! I
live . I don't care if I get sick or suffer, as long as you're well, you must be upright."

I asked, "Mom, are you sick?"

Seeing my concern, Mom finally smiled a little. "No, I was just giving an example. I'm perfectly healthy.
I just wanted to say that I live for you, and everything I do is for your good."

I misunderstood Mom's words. If she were living for me, she would have given me her health. This grove was deserted
and pitch black. If I could have a wild time with Mom here, I wouldn't have wasted my life. I mentally
slapped , trying to get back on track.

"Mom, I live for you too. I want you to be well too." My words had a hidden meaning.

Mom was very touched. She reached out and gently stroked my face and hair, her eyes full of love.

"Child, let's go home. Your concern for me is what makes me happiest."

I nodded, took Mom's hand, and walked back. My lower body was throbbing with desire, and I still wanted to hint at it: "Mom,
no matter what, your son will never look down on you. You'll always be my beloved mother. Your son will always be by your side."

Mom smiled like a peach blossom and said, "Yes, Mom is so happy."

Then, we went home hand in hand with mixed feelings. Mom was happy, but I felt a little lost.

Chapter Three:

I finally restored a normal relationship with Mom, and I was very fortunate. However, after only two days,
I became dissatisfied with this relationship. That night, I experienced immense satisfaction. For the next two days, although I still swallowed my saliva when I saw Mom, it was
just normal fantasies as before. But on the third day, my libido surged, stronger than ever before.

I started to feel restless, but I dared not make any obvious moves, let alone force myself on her.

I would hint at it from time to time, but Mom basically didn't understand. If she understood a word or two, she would either ignore it or
glare at me and scold me. Actually, I think Mom is quite interested. Every time I hint at it, her
eyes seem to well up with tears when she looks at me. There's no doubt she'll never forget those two orgasms, and
her feelings for me now are definitely not those of an ordinary son. It's just that those damned feudal ideas are too deeply ingrained.

I've read a lot of articles online, including erotic novels specifically about how to seduce one's mother. Although
most are purely erotic fantasies, some of the methods are actually quite effective. I've also read many more scientific
books, mostly on psychology—after all, to catch the thief, catch the king; winning hearts is key. I don't have any grand plan; I'll take it step by step
and leave the rest to fate.

I've stopped hinting or verbally teasing my mother. Instead, I often put on a restless, anxious, and
uneasy . When my mother asks me what's wrong, what's on my mind, I hesitate and refuse to tell her.

And I started exposing myself in front of my mother. Before, she was indifferent, but now,
when I come out of the shower wearing only my underwear (I masturbate in the bathroom until my penis is semi-erect, stuffing the underwear in but
not creating a tent), she scolds me sternly:

"Put your clothes on! What kind of behavior is this?!"

I dry my hair with a towel while facing her, my narrow briefs completely
revealing the outline of my semi-erect penis, large patches of pubic hair provocatively sticking out.

"What's wrong, Mom? It's just the two of us at home, no outsiders. I just finished showering and I'm hot."

"I may be your mother, but I'm still a woman. You know this is indecent! Put your clothes on!" Mom's
face is flushed. I see her trying to look into my eyes, but she can't help but steal a glance at my
genitals. Her face turns even redder, and she's even angrier, seemingly knowing what I'm thinking, but definitely finding it hard to say.

"Nothing happened before, now so much trouble!" I say irritably, turning and walking towards the bedroom.

It wasn't that I was particularly obedient to my mother, but under her gaze, I couldn't help but get an erection. My penis
quickly pitched a large tent, and from the side, the thick base of my penis was already visible. At this moment, I couldn't go too far;
I knew that haste makes waste. As I walked away, I glanced back at my mother. She was staring intently at my genitals
. She looked at me and then immediately turned her head to watch TV, without saying a word. I was overjoyed. I knew that although my mother was traditional, at
this age, it was impossible for her not to be driven by desire. I really had to thank my father, who hadn't been home for a long time. Go
out and play with other women; I'll take care of Mom for you.

The next morning, I deliberately left my bedroom door wide open, lay sprawled on the bed, my underwear askew, my penis
pointing angrily to the sky. My mother called me three times, but I didn't answer. Finally, she couldn't help but come into my room to call me. I
had my eyes closed and didn't know what was going on. I could only hear my mother take a few steps and then stop, then remain motionless for a long time. I
guessed that my mother must be staring intently at my erect penis, so I got even harder. My penis is medium to
large size, about 15 or 16 centimeters, but the glans is quite large. Although I'm fair-skinned, my penis is rather dark, with the glans being a dark purplish-
black. I felt like ten seconds had passed, but I still hadn't heard Mom move. My penis was so hard
it felt like it was going to burst, and I could even feel fluid seeping from the urethral opening. A few more seconds passed, and I couldn't hold back any longer (
being unable to move was truly like an eternity). I mumbled a few words, turned over, and opened my eyes. I saw Mom standing there, her face as red as a
boiled shrimp, completely still, her hands tightly gripping a rag. When she saw me get up, she angrily
yelled at me, "Get up! You're as lazy as a pig! Have you no shame?" Then she turned and quickly ran away.

I laughed inwardly. What did being lazy like a pig have to do with being shameless? I felt like I really had hope, and I was
incredibly happy.

Mom started deliberately avoiding me. Except for meals when we were together, she didn't bother me at other times and did her
own thing (before, Mom always wanted to be with me, go shopping, talk, watch TV, and was very clingy). I deliberately found
excuses to enter her room, like asking if I'd washed a certain piece of clothing. Of course, I always went in wearing only my underwear.

Mom would always blush and yell at me, but she was helpless. I derived immense
psychological pleasure from this behavior; teasing my mother and having sex with her were two completely different feelings.

Finally, a few days later, the situation changed. After showering, I shamelessly stood in front of Mom,
my penis fully erect as I came out. The past few days of shameless behavior had thickened my skin. Just as I was about to
speak to Mom, she called out sternly,

"Come here!"

I was taken aback. Fine, I'll go over then; that suited me perfectly. So, I swaggered over, my erect penis strutting
around. Mom was sitting on the sofa. I walked up to her, looking at her voluptuous figure, and my penis hardened even more.

She was still wearing that tight sweater, but no matter how she tried to cover it up, she couldn't hide
the fact that she had a pair of large breasts, which only excited me more. She was wearing casual shorts, the kind that go down to the knee like men's. I was
curious why she wore them (you probably rarely see women dressed like that), but they weren't bad-looking. With a good figure,
even if she didn't want to look good, she could still be captivating. Now even my face was red. Mom was sitting on the sofa, less than half a meter away from me .
I put my penis in front of her face, as if she was going to give me oral sex. I was incredibly audacious.

Seeing this, Mom slapped my thigh hard and yelled, "Have you no shame! Sit down!" pointing
to the side.

I chuckled and sat down.

Mom took a pair of my shorts from beside her, staring straight ahead without even looking at me, and said, "Put them on!"

"Mom, it's hot! It's indoors, not outside. I just took a shower, and you want me to sweat again?"

"Are you going to wear them or not!" Mom's voice was stern.

I jumped in fright and quickly pulled on my shorts, my rock-hard penis still making a bulge. After

putting them on, I grinned and said, "Mom, what's up? Is there anything I can do for you?"

Mom remained silent, seemingly organizing her thoughts, as if she wanted to say something but hesitated. I knew Mom wouldn't completely reject me, because although she came from a scholarly family, she wasn't particularly ignorant or conservative. I had seen some books on
her computer , all banned books, such as D.H. Lawrence's *Sons and Lovers* and Junichi Watanabe's *Paradise Lost*. I knew *Paradise Lost* was just a rather daring romance novel, but I didn't know what * Sons and Lovers* was. A quick online search revealed a shocking truth: Mom was so open-minded, reading such books (who knows if she actually read them). Thinking about it, it makes sense; the more you read, the more open-minded you become, while the conservative ones are mostly those ignorant older folks. Therefore, I was itching to seize this rare opportunity. After a while, she finally spoke, sighing softly, and said, "Mom knows what you're thinking." I thought she was going to scold me and then set a rule about dressing properly in the house. Unexpectedly, she got straight to the point, and I was momentarily at a loss for words. Should I vehemently deny it? Or should I be bold and honest with her? Mom continued, "Yingying, do you understand Mom?" I was confused and stammered. "Although Mom is a woman, I've always been more proud than a man." "Yes, Mom, you're beautiful, so it's understandable that you're a little proud." Mom didn't answer me, but continued, "I never tell anyone what's on my mind. Not even your grandparents, your uncles, or your aunts. I just want everyone to know that I'm doing well, that I'm happy, and that they to worry. Your father is cheating on me, and I say I'm tolerating it for your sake, but actually, it's also because I can't let go of my pride. If others knew that your father disliked me, or that I divorced him, then I would lose all my dignity. What others think of your mother is very important to her." I hummed in agreement, not understanding what she was trying to say. "I've endured all these years. Outsiders see your mother as happy, but I've cried my eyes out. After you went to university in another city, I was left alone in this empty house, and I felt like dying. You know, a forty-year-old woman may seem indifferent, but what she craves most is friends, companionship." She paused, then said, "Actually... to put it bluntly, I also hope to be loved, I'm afraid of loneliness. You... do you understand?" Mom bit her lip, avoiding my gaze. I understood her meaning perfectly, my heart churning. Was I about to succeed? "Mom, I understand, I'll stay with you, I'll love you." "No! No!" Mom looked flustered. "What I mean is, Mom... sigh, I know you've had experience with that ... you should understand that at my age, I'm very lonely and can't resist temptation. But..."

"But I'm your mother, I can't do that. If I do, even if others don't know, I'll despise
myself.

The most important thing for a person is self-respect and self-love. I've suffered so much for over twenty years, all to preserve
the last bit of self-respect. If... if I do that, I'll lose even that last bit of self-respect. I'll really die."

I didn't know how to answer for a moment.

"If you keep acting so improperly, seducing your mother, she won't be able to resist the temptation. One day she might really do
something heinous, really, sigh... So, please don't force me, okay? Let's be like before, happily getting along.
Let's each keep to our own roles and not cross this line." "Mom pleaded.

My mind raced, trying to understand what she meant. Mom wanted us to live peacefully, so she
could still be a beautiful, enviable mother, and I could still be an obedient son. But could it really last
? Mom might be able to control her desires, but I absolutely couldn't. If my future life consisted of constantly oscillating between
morality and lust, it would be unbearable. It would be better to change this hateful constraint on Mom's self-esteem and moral values.

Yes, values and dignity can be changed, but the lust that comes from the body cannot.

I pretended to be downcast and pained, lowering my head: "Mom, I... I can't control myself..."

Mom sighed and said, "I know, twenty is when a boy's desires are strongest. You need to find more
meaningful things to do, to distract yourself. I see you usually write articles, read books, and play sports, which are all quite good. Think less about these
things."

I stammered, "That... that won't work either... If reading more books can suppress it, then it's not like I can't
control it . I really can't help it, Mom..."

Mom said embarrassedly, "Then find a girlfriend, and you can take a year off from school." " Find a girlfriend here first .
If it goes well, great. We can get married here. If it doesn't, Mom won't blame you. Just be nice to the girl and don't
do "

I never expected Mom to suggest I find a girlfriend to satisfy my sexual desires, and even said it didn't have to be a serious relationship. Wasn't that just suggesting I
find a casual sex partner? I said, feeling wronged, "Even if I have a girlfriend, she might not let me have sex with her... Girls these days
are very calculating. They'll spend your money without question, but whether they actually do it is another matter. I can't force them."

Mom lowered her head and said softly, "Then... then what should I do? I definitely can't let you go to a brothel, right? You have to give up on me
. I'm not going to let you get away with this."

I was very angry, and my tone was rapid: "Mom, actually, everything was fine before! It's just that after we did it that day, I
started having all sorts of wild thoughts. I couldn't control myself. Now all I can think about is you. I can't
concentrate on my studies! I just went into your room to check if you were okay that day, but... but you hugged me. Now I
can't do anything. I can't study! I can't work! I guess it will be like this forever!" "

Mom started crying: 'I... I'm so unlucky... How could such a shameful thing happen to me
...'

She turned to me: 'Yingying, men have to go through trials and tribulations to achieve great things. Let's
work together to get through this difficult time, okay? You need a healthy soul, a good job, and
a future. Don't give up on yourself, okay?'

I whispered: 'Mom, I have a way.'

Mom asked happily: 'What way?'

I stood up abruptly, took a few steps, turned back and said: 'I'll cut off this damn thing, and that'll be the end of it.' I
strode towards the kitchen.

Mom ran over and hugged me, crying: 'Yingying! Don't be silly! Good child! Come back, come back!' Mom
's breasts pressed tightly against my back, rubbing slightly with her sobs, almost crushing my soul.

I turned around, hugged Mom, and thrust my erect penis into her lower abdomen, crying emotionally: 'Mom, I
really can't hold back!'" "I don't know what to do! I'm not a saint, how could I not miss you!"

Mother and son embraced and wept bitterly. I pressed my chest against my mother's breasts, my penis bending
under , almost breaking off.

After a while, my mother sensed something was wrong and tried to escape my bear hug, but I held her tightly. She had no choice but to turn to the side,
avoiding the harassment of my penis.

"Good boy... let go... let go of Mom."

"Mom, maybe... maybe I should just have it cut off, or have surgery. That way I won't have to
get married, I can stay with you for the rest of my life." I was truly willing to sacrifice myself.

"No! No way! You can't do anything stupid!" My mother was terrified.

I released my mother, took off my shorts, and my penis sprang out, spinning a few times in the air. "Then I'll
be hard every day! I can't do anything! Maybe... maybe you can help me get it out."

"Get away!" My mother turned around and shouted, "Put on your clothes! Did you forget what Mom just said? Are you trying
to kill Mom?" “

Mom, no need… just help me with your hand, that way you won’t lose your virginity. I… I won’t have to keep thinking about this
all the time !”

“No!” Mom said firmly. “I… I…”

I cried out, “Then I’ll just cut it off.” I turned and walked towards the kitchen.

Mom immediately came over and hugged my waist, saying, “Okay! Okay! Mom will listen to you! It’s all Mom’s fault! I’ll atone for it!
Please don’t do anything foolish!”

I turned back and hugged Mom, saying, “Thank you! Mom, I love you!” Then I went to kiss her lips.

But Mom turned her head away and said, “No! I… I’ll only help you… nothing else!
Don’t even think about it!”

I thought, Mom is really stupid, well, actually, she’s so in love that she’s lost her mind. I took advantage of Mom
’s love and felt a little guilty. But the thought of getting Mom’s little hand service made me extremely excited. I pulled Mom’s hand and placed it
on my erect penis, saying, “Mom, help me.” "

Mom pulled her hand away, but I held it firmly. She said, 'Not here, let's go to the sofa.'

I thought, what difference does it make where we go? So I led Mom to the sofa, took off all my clothes and threw them
aside , sitting naked, and said to Mom, 'Come on.'

Mom hummed in agreement and sat down next to me. She took a breath, closed her eyes, and carefully reached out her hand
to grasp my penis. I instantly felt a surge of heat. When I had forced Mom's hand onto my penis earlier, I hadn't
felt anything. Now, Mom was taking the initiative, her small hand just right, grasping the base of my penis. I felt her hand
was even hotter than my penis, it was indescribably wonderful. I said, 'Mom, move a little, otherwise how will I come?' Mom didn't say anything, but began to gently stroke up and down. I immediately felt like I was in paradise. The important thing wasn't my penis.

"

It wasn't my hand, but the owner of that hand—a beautiful woman with strong self-respect and a noble character—who was also my own mother.
Seeing all this gave me a tremendous sense of conquest.

Soon, fluid began to seep from my penis, flowing onto my mother's hand. She felt it, stopped, and asked,
"Why...why haven't you ejaculated yet?"

I laughed and said, "Mom, this rapid, forceful motion isn't enough for the glans, so go for a slow pace. At this rate, I won't be able
to finish in two hours."

My mother frowned: "Don't use those dirty words with me! Otherwise, I'll leave right now!" I immediately said okay, really
afraid she'd just leave. My

mother started to speed up. Because my penis was leaking so much precum, the friction decreased, making it easier for her to masturbate, and
I felt even better. My mother went faster and faster; it seemed she really wanted to make me ejaculate sooner, but how could I give up so easily?

Just as I felt I was about to ejaculate, I grabbed my mother's hand and said, "Mom, it hurts! You're going too fast,
you'll bleed if you keep going."

My mother opened her eyes and looked at me: "You told me to hurry up." She involuntarily glanced at my engorged
penis, then immediately turned her head away without saying a word.

I chuckled inwardly, wanting to tease her. At this moment, my mother said, "My hand is so sore,
let's rest for ." My mother's hand was red and covered in my semen, wet and slippery. I said, "Mom, I'm sorry to trouble you
, thank you."

"Hmm, as long as you don't do anything stupid."

Seeing how accommodating my mother was, I couldn't help but push my luck: "Mom, I feel... I can't come like this...
I won't come even if I do it all night..."

My mother lowered her head and asked softly, "Then what should I do?"

"How about... how about you use your mouth to help me?" I was uneasy, really not knowing if this would anger my
mother and make her give up.

"No way!" Mom was indeed very angry. "Don't push your luck! Making me do such a dirty thing!
Do I have any shame?"

I thought, "Wasn't it dirty when you offered to suck my semen-covered penis the other day?" Now, Mom is
the supplier and I'm the customer, so I had to compromise:

"Then I really can't come out like this. Your son's abilities are different from ordinary people. There's no way. Then, could you take
off your shirt and let me see your breasts? That way, I'll definitely come out quickly."

"That still won't do! Making a mother undress her son is too shameless!"

Shame on her! Mom knows her pride. If something makes her feel that her self-esteem has been hurt or that she has lost face, then it's
pretty much over. I said, "Then if you don't take off your clothes, I... I'll put my hand inside your clothes and touch your
breasts. That way, I won't take off your clothes or use my mouth. Is that okay? I always touched your breasts when we were little, so
it's not too much to ask now!"

"You dare!" Mom still refused.

"Then you can masturbate all night! What I just said is about the minimum I can ejaculate. If you
don't want to I'll get surgery if I really can't hold it in anymore. Anyway, I still have 40,000 yuan in my account, which should
be enough!"

Seeing how determined I was, Mom thought for a while and said, "Mom will agree to this once. You'll have to
figure it out !"

I was overjoyed and said, "Mom, come closer." Mom did as she said, and she put her hand inside
her clothes , twisted it a couple of times, and actually unhooked her bra. I was stunned. I hadn't thought it would be this good. I thought
that rubbing her breasts through her bra was the limit of what Mom could accept. I didn't expect her to do this, and I couldn't help but feel happy.

Watching Mom unhook her bra, then put her hand back inside her clothes and twist her body to take the bra out completely, this
childlike action of hers exuded a mature and steady temperament. Before Mom had taken the bra out completely,
I couldn't help but reach out my hand. Mom shouted, "Get away!" I didn't dare to make any rash moves.

She moved closer, closed her eyes again, and began to slowly stroke my penis. Seeing
her submissive demeanor, my desire surged. My hands trembled as I reached around her back with my right hand to hug her waist,
then slipped under her clothes to her right breast. My left hand quickly grasped her left breast, and in my excitement, I vigorously kneaded it
a few times.

She frowned and groaned a few times, but didn't say a word. Her face was as red as burning coals; the heat emanating from her breasts
almost burned my hands. She sat there, motionless, except for her left hand rapidly stroking my penis
. After a few vigorous rubs, I began to slowly and carefully savor her breasts. These two pairs of large
breasts were just the right size; each one required almost two hands to hold, but not so large as to sag.
Soft and elastic, smooth and plump, the nipples stood erect shyly in my palms. I pinched and
twisted the nipples with both hands simultaneously.

Mom cried out, but immediately suppressed it, biting her lip tightly, and her small hand moved the penis
even faster . Her face and neck were flushed red; I knew she was definitely aroused. I continued to skillfully and vigorously
knead her large breasts. Mom finally couldn't help but moan a few more times. I said, "Mom, have your breasts always been this big? So smooth
and soft, and they don't sag. That's amazing!"

Mom turned around and glared at me, her face flushed, and said, "Stop talking nonsense!"

I gently pinched her nipple, and her body tensed. She trembled and turned around, saying, "You...you..." but
couldn't get the words out.

“Mom, talk to me, I can get out faster. I really love your big breasts. How come they
haven't sagged at your age, they're still so perky?”

Mom was clearly a little infatuated. She lowered her head, and I couldn't tell if she was talking to herself or to me, “Hmm…
you're such a lucky guy…such nice breasts…hmm…your dad doesn't want them…”

“My dad is so stupid, how could there be such nice breasts outside? I really don't know why God is so
good to you, giving you such a pair of nice breasts.”

“Nonsense! It has nothing to do with God…ah!” I had been kneading her breasts, and now I flicked Mom's
nipples . She couldn't help but moan, and then said, “It has nothing to do with God…Mom's breasts weren't
this big before, and your dad didn't like them, so I ate breast-enhancing foods every day, and I also got massages, and I did yoga to lose weight. But…
he still didn't come back…you're the lucky one.”

I knew it, breasts that have been maintained and exercised for more than ten years, how could they not be top-notch? I rubbed him a few more times and asked
, "Then what else did you do for Dad?"

"Hmph... He said it wasn't fun with me... He didn't want to... I even went a long way to buy
some porn DVDs to watch, and later I learned how to do it online, just to make him happier... He didn't want to use condoms, so I got
an IUD, but..."

A pang of sadness struck me. Mom truly loved Dad deeply. Such a proud and self-assured person, learning such obscene and
vulgar things—it would be a lie to say there wasn't love. Suddenly, Mom snapped out of it, her hand
jerking off hard before stopping. She turned and said, "Don't talk nonsense! Do it if you want! If you don't, I'm leaving now!"

"Okay! Mom, don't be angry, I won't say anything more!" I couldn't help but chuckle inwardly.

Mom started stroking again, and I continued to feast my hands. Soon, both Mom and I were moaning.
I felt I was about to ejaculate; Mom was aroused by my touch. Not satisfied, I asked, "Mom,
what cup size are your breasts?"

Mom said, "Um…D…I'm a little embarrassed to buy bras…"

"I really want to eat them, Mom, can I have a bite?"

"Pah! Dream on! I won't give you any…um…letting you touch them is already a favor!"

Mom's coquettish words, like a young girl's, instantly excited me, bringing me to the brink of climax. I
grabbed Mom's waist, lifted her up, and made her sit on my lower abdomen. My hands quickly returned to their original position, continuing to fondle her
breasts . Mom was terrified, thinking I was going to force myself on her, and shouted, "You! What are you doing!"

I hurriedly said, "Mom, this feels better. Hurry up, don't stop, I'm about to come!"

Mom nodded frantically, using both hands to stroke me. I felt Mom's firm, full
buttocks sitting on me, and although it was a little suffocating, my eyes were close to her buttocks covered by thin shorts.
The visual impact of her large buttocks excited me even more.

But then Mom seemed tired, and her stroking slowed down. I didn't care about that. I used my left hand
to grab Mom's small hand and quickly stroked my penis, while my right hand vigorously rubbed her breasts. After a dozen seconds, I knew my time was coming.

So I pinched Mom's nipple hard, and she screamed in pain. With her scream, I
reached my peak and ejaculated streams of semen.

I lay weakly on the sofa, utterly exhausted from the pleasure. My right hand was still holding Mom's breast, but my left hand
couldn't resist giving her big buttocks a squeeze. Mom quickly stood up, turned around, and slapped me, yelling, "You
bastard! Why did you pinch me! It hurts!" I said with concern, "Mom, I'm sorry, I was just too excited. Are you alright?"

At that moment, Mom forgot her dignity, lifted her clothes, and carefully examined her right breast. I stared in astonishment
at her red and white breast; the nipple was intact and stood erect in the wind. Mom scolded me, "Look! It's all red from rubbing!

Why did you pinch it? Don't you know you shouldn't pinch a woman's nipples!" I immediately pounced on her, brushed her hand away, and sucked on
her nipple , mumbling, "Mom, let me suck it to reduce the swelling!"

Mom pushed me away forcefully, slapped me again, and shouted, "Get out! Don't expect me to do this for you again!"

She stormed towards the bedroom, but turned back at the door, pointing to the semen on the floor and coffee table, saying, "
Clean this up!"

I looked at the messy room, touched my swollen face, and finally fixed my gaze on my limp penis, thinking, "
I've given you another pleasure, how will you repay me?"

Chapter Four:

I woke up early, feeling refreshed. I thought, having a good mother is really different;
you might not find one more fortunate than me out of a million. First, you need a voluptuous and beautiful mother (voluptuous is very important, especially to me
), and your mother has to be willing to help you, even have sex with you. There are many hidden issues involved,
such as the relationship between your father and mother, and whether your mother is lonely. Is my mother a traditional woman who sticks to her principles
, or is she a woman whose thinking isn't exactly open-minded but not absolutely conservative either? I am lucky, without a doubt.

After last night's immense happiness (having my mother help me ejaculate was already very stimulating, though not as exciting as having sex),
my emotions calmed down after the release, and my rationality returned.

So, I started to think again about whether all of this was right, whether it was good for me and my mother. Perhaps we comforted
each , and we were happy in secret. But what about later?
What will happen after I get married? Twenty years from now, how will my mother, in her sixties, and I, in my forties, view the past? I am a
person with many thoughts and concerns. Because I think so much, I enjoy writing, and because of this, I was overwhelmed by school
and went home to recuperate. Usually, I will think about something for a long time, until my scalp tingles. This time,
I quickly concluded: I can't suppress my sexual desire, so I might as well not suppress it. It's that simple.

My mother was walking back and forth between the kitchen and the living room in her slippers. She had almost finished making breakfast and would probably
wake me up soon. I figured repeating the same trick was pointless, so I took off my underwear, my penis still erect, and walked straight out of the room,
saying, "Mom, did you sleep well?" I stretched to refresh myself.

Mom turned around, startled, and then yelled, "Don't be so shameless! Go back and get
dressed!"

I said, "Mom, it's not my fault, you know, morning erections? I can't help it. If I can't even
get hard in the morning, how will your son find a wife?" I smiled and walked towards the bathroom. Mom didn't say anything, her face flushed, and
silently set out breakfast. She must be conflicted, struggling between desire and self-respect. Yesterday she served me
very well, but my rubbing of her breasts left her feeling unsatisfied; she definitely didn't sleep well. I wonder if Mom has a masturbation
habit. Sigh, it's better to accept her son sooner rather than later; everyone will be happy.

I urinated in the bathroom, extremely pleased with myself. Suddenly, the bathroom door creaked open, startling me. (Our house
has a strange layout: the toilet is inside the bathroom, but it's in its own room at the very back,
with a window and a door separating it from the shower area. This design seems intended to allow odors to escape through the window
without entering other rooms or disturbing those showering. But it always feels odd.)

I thought it was Mom, eager to come in and have some fun, and I was overjoyed. But when the bathroom door
opened it was my dad! He was wearing a shirt and trousers, smelling slightly of alcohol, but he was perfectly sober. He looked at me and said,
"Oh, what a coincidence, I just got back and found my son in the bathroom."

I was puzzled and asked, "What's so coincidental about that?"

"I was just checking to see if you've grown taller, if you're a grown man now. And look, not bad, not bad,
you're quite the rising star." He looked at my throbbing penis.

I couldn't help but laugh and said, "Shall we have a size contest? Let's see if the old man is still as strong as the young one, or if the young man surpasses the old one?"

"No way, your dad's almost fifty. You can get up so easily, but it takes me a lot of effort. Get out
of here, it's my turn!"

I think it would be better if you were impotent. No, if he were impotent and didn't go out and play around with women, my relationship with Mom
would probably be over. I still wish you good health, old man, and that you're even more cunning with age. I was about to open the bathroom door and go out when
Dad suddenly said, "Why are you naked? Your mom is still in the living room."

I was startled and said, "I was a little groggy just now. Could you get me some underwear?"

"Forget it, we're all family, we've all seen each other before. Just turn to the side and let her see your butt,
don't let her take too much advantage."

I said okay and went out. I opened the bathroom door and, to my surprise, Mom was standing guard at the door, looking
worried if she was afraid Dad would find out something. I pulled Mom aside, my erection standing tall, and said,
"It's okay, he doesn't know anything. Let's steal as much as we can, and make him furious!"

Mom actually hummed in agreement, seemingly very anxious and distracted. She suddenly saw me grinning at her with my erect penis
, gave me a hard slap on the butt, and yelled, "Go inside and get dressed! Your dad's coming out!"

I rubbed my butt and said, "Mom, that felt good, want a few more?" Mom then noticed she'd
slapped my butt. She shoved me hard and said, "Go inside!" I figured Dad would be out soon,
so I went into the bedroom, turned back and gave Mom a suggestive smile. She was looking at me too, seemingly at my butt.
I was secretly pleased, turned to face her, and started flirting with my erect penis, throwing her seductive glances. Mom was furious, glared at me, and then
turned away.

I turned and went back to my room, feeling relieved. "Hmph," I thought, "what's the use of Dad coming back? His thing can't compare to mine! He
can go play with his other women outside!"

I thought Dad would just come back for a short while (he always does this), but today he stayed until
the afternoon. Finally, I couldn't help myself (his presence would naturally bother Mom and me), and said, "Dad, don't leave today
, it's been so long since you've been home." Dad said, "I wasn't planning on leaving anyway, don't worry, I'll be home at least until noon tomorrow. Let's
have a couple of drinks later." Damn, that wasn't the answer I wanted. I wanted to hear him say, "No, I have work to do, I
came back to see you guys, and then I'll go back to work for you."

Dad didn't leave that night, and neither Mom nor I mentioned the walk. After dinner, Mom cleaned up the dishes, I
went to my room to read, and Dad leisurely watched TV, just like any ordinary family. But none of the three people in this house were ordinary.
The older man liked to play around with women, the younger man was devoted to his mother, and the woman was struggling. Although
Mom had already helped me yesterday, for some reason, my desire was still very strong today. I
couldn't concentrate on my book for a while, so I went to play on the computer, and what I did online goes without saying. But watching wasn't enough. I secretly
saw Dad engrossed in watching TV (I don't know what was on that was so captivating), and casually walked into
the kitchen. Mom was washing dishes. I pinched her bottom and said, "Mom, I can't go on anymore. Can you do it
one more time ?"

Mom almost threw the bowl at me. She said fiercely, "I already said yesterday that was the last time!"

I wondered, did Mom really say that? Besides, nine times out of ten, what women say is unreliable. So I said, "Mom,
you're being so irresponsible. You did it for me once, and now I want it even more, but you won't do it for me anymore.
Isn't that torture?"

Mom simply said, "Get out of here!"

I said, "Mom, you can just use your hands, it doesn't take much effort."

Mom finished washing all the dishes, piled them up, and looked at me, saying, "Your dad is so bold at home! Do you want to live?

Aren't you afraid your dad will beat you to death?"

I laughed, "He can steal outside but I can't steal at home? Mom, tell me when you're taking a shower, I'll
go to the bathroom beforehand."

Mom coldly said, "Don't even think about it."

After what happened yesterday, I really felt that Mom had accepted me, she was just too shy to admit it right now, and
I believed that it wouldn't be long before I could have her under my control. I reached out and squeezed my mother's breasts; they were soft and elastic, truly
exquisite . However, the clothes and bra obscured the full sensation. I said, "Mom, can you bear to see your son burning with lust
? You..."

Before I could finish, my mother pushed me away forcefully, glaring at me and saying, "That was never right!
I was confused yesterday! Now that your father is home, how dare you be so bold?"

I laughed and said, "Well, it's fine as long as my father isn't home, right? Mom, you're so thoughtful."

Suddenly, I realized something and hurriedly asked, "Mom, are you going to...do it with my father tonight? Is that why you're
neglecting me, the younger generation?"

My mother's face immediately flushed red, and she ignored me as she walked back to the living room.

Just as I thought, damn it! My mother is such a beauty; after so long without her, she's bound to crave her. How could
this old bastard not have a good time before leaving after finally coming home? Doesn't he worry about bringing
back any diseases? If my mother catches one and then passes it on to me, that would be a real problem! No, no! They're husband and wife,
so it's only natural for them to have sex. If he always comes home to satisfy Mom, I'll have no chance at all.

But as the son with the least power in the family, I can only wait and see.

As the saying goes, opportunities are created, and lazy people can't blame their bad luck. I knew Mom
wouldn't warn me, her scheming son, so I kept my bedroom door open, observing my parents
' every move.

Dad was still watching TV in the living room, occasionally talking to Mom. Mom came out of their bedroom,
already changed into her pajamas, and went to take a shower. She glanced at me as she passed, but quickly turned away
, pretending nothing was wrong. This wasn't a friendly reminder; Mom was definitely very unhappy with my lewd
behavior. But how could I let such a good opportunity slip by? I ran out of the bathroom, rushed in before Mom, and
shouted , "I can't hold it anymore! I can't hold it anymore! Let me use the toilet!"

Unexpectedly, Mom stopped and said, "You go first, I'll shower later!"

Sure enough! My plan was ruined. I had no choice but to grit my teeth and squat on the toilet for a while.

Unexpectedly, Dad said, "What are you waiting for! Go wash up! Aren't you cold outside?" That old rascal does have
his good points ; I guess he couldn't wait to do *that* with Mom! Mom hesitated for a moment, then finally came in.

It turned out that although the toilet and bathroom were in the same room, the bathroom was a separate little room,
separated by a frosted glass door. The family wasn't so secretive; I was squatting on the toilet next to her, and Mom was showering inside,
neither of us able to see the other through the frosted glass. If Mom had refused earlier, it would have seemed awkward, and Dad would have noticed.

After Mom locked the outer door, I hid in the bathroom. If Mom went in first and locked the door, I
wouldn't be able to play. Mom frowned at me, looking like she didn't know what to do. She said her favorite thing:
"How can you be so shameless?"

I grinned and said, "Mom, I had no choice. I couldn't resist. You help me and I'll leave, really!"

As I said this, I quickly took off my pants, revealing my already rock-hard penis.

Actually, I really couldn't resist at this point; I was definitely not lying to Mom. I couldn't resist; I couldn't resist having sex with her.

Mom was only wearing a thin pink and white nightgown. Although it wasn't transparent, the outline of her underwear was vaguely visible, making it
even more alluring. I knew Mom would absolutely not want to do "that" with me; to be precise, she
hadn't . So I didn't force her. Haste makes waste. If she could
masturbate me without feeling awkward, then mother-son pleasure wouldn't be far off.

Mom was very anxious, repeatedly saying no, and told me to get out of there immediately, or she would get angry. I said,
"Mom, let's finish this quickly and get it over with. If I stay any longer, Dad will get suspicious. The longer you drag this out
, the worse things will get. Do you want me to go out like this with a tent in my pants?" I pointed to my throbbing, erect penis.

Mom sighed, "What a mess!" She came over, grabbed my penis, and started stroking it, turning her back
to me. I said, "Wait a minute, let me take my pants off first!"

Mom muttered, "Why take your pants off! Didn't you say we should finish this quickly and get out of here?" I chuckled,
"It'll be easier if I take them off. My pants are so tight around my knees, it's uncomfortable." I quickly took off my pants and underwear, took Mom's
hand, and placed it on my penis. I said, "Let's begin, Mom." Then I rubbed Mom's buttocks with one hand and touched her
breasts with the other.

Mom was startled and dodged me, saying, "Don't touch me! I'll get it done for you!" I
said helplessly, "Then Mom, you can try for an hour. Don't blame me if you can't finish. What if Dad thinks something happened between us and barges in
?"

Mom got angry: "Then don't try!"

I actually had the upper hand now. Although I was also afraid that Dad would find out, I wasn't nearly as afraid as Mom.

So I took the opportunity to say, "Mom, don't be angry. It's just that we have to deal with the circumstances! Dad came back today,
otherwise you wouldn't be in such a predicament. You're going to take a shower anyway, so take everything off now! Maybe I won't touch you and you can still
ejaculate ."

Mom said, "Don't touch me, understand?" Mom glared at me warily. I nodded quickly,
secretly Dealing with women is actually quite easy.

Mom was really wary of me. She turned to the side, probably because she couldn't bring herself to undress in front of me, but
she was also worried about me with her back to her. Mom frowned and glanced at me, then told me not to touch her, and then grabbed her pajamas
and lifted them up . My heart was struck by lightning. Her calves, previously half-covered, were the first to be revealed, followed by her
full porcelain-like thighs. From my angle, her thighs and buttocks formed a perfect arc. Her buttocks
were only half-covered by white cotton panties, the other half of her soft, white flesh protruding charmingly. Of course, the most prominent feature was
my mother's large breasts. Both breasts defied the confinement of her bra, exposing half of their plump flesh. The bright
bathroom lights further accentuated their smooth, white flesh.

I exclaimed softly, "Mom, you're so beautiful! You're like a fairy!" My mother scolded me, embarrassed and angry, "Stop
talking nonsense , come here, and get out of here when you're done!" I said, "You should take everything off! I probably still won't
be able to ejaculate like this, and what if I accidentally ejaculate on your panties?"

My mother said, "Then close your eyes!" I obediently closed my eyes, but obedience didn't mean compliance. I
squinted my eyes and saw Mom unhooking her bra behind her back, revealing two smooth, flawless, peach-shaped breasts
. I couldn't resist opening my eyes immediately to take a closer look. Mom didn't care about anything else; she quickly took off her bra, bent down, and pulled down
her panties. Her two large breasts swayed, and her nipples seemed about to drip water (of course, this was just my imagination).
As Mom spread her legs to take off her panties, I lewdly bent down and looked down, luckily catching a glimpse of the fleshy cleft hidden deep in the forest.

My penis had reached its hardest point. Mom finished taking off her clothes, came over, and pinched my chest hard,
saying, "You really tricked me to death!" Then she turned her back to me, grasped my penis, and began to stroke it. Instantly,
I felt like I was in heaven.

Mom's buttocks were white, big, and firm, almost on par with her breasts (vertical comparison). I swallowed
hard (I didn't dare reach out, I figured Mom would run away immediately), and said, "Mom, your butt is so beautiful,
so white and big. How come you didn't notice how big it was when you were dressed?"

"Stop talking nonsense, I'm making a fool of myself doing this with you!" I turned my head and saw Mom
with her eyes closed , her face flushed.

Mom was moving quickly, and at this rate she'd probably ejaculate soon. I used the same trick, crying out in pain, and held
Mom's hand so she could move it slowly.

"Mom, I want to touch your butt."

"No! Don't push your luck!"

"I want to come quickly too, what if Dad gets suspicious?"

This really hit Mom where it hurt, and she fell silent. Seeing her acquiescence, I trembled and touched her
buttocks . The first feeling was that they were soft, smooth, and warm. I rubbed them a couple of times, and they were very elastic. Stimulated by this
, my penis got harder and twitched upwards. Mom was startled and looked back at me in surprise
, but didn't say anything and continued moving.

I said, "Mom, I want to rub your breasts too." Before Mom could answer, my right hand decisively climbed onto her soft, large breasts.

Mom didn't say anything, but sped up her stroking; she really wanted me to come quickly.

I said, "Mom, slow down, it hurts, you won't be able to come!" Mom obediently slowed down. But Mom
's silence annoyed me; the stimulation I got from talking to her was no less than from rubbing her breasts or buttocks.

"Mom, are your breasts really a D cup? I think they're bigger than a D." Mom still didn't say a word.

I pinched Mom's nipple and twisted it a few times, and Mom immediately let out a soft moan, turning around to glare at me fiercely: "If you want to
touch, then touch, but don't mess around!"

I smiled amicably and said, "Won't this make you feel better too? I can't just think about my own enjoyment, right,
Mom?"

"No! Just come out already!" After saying that, she immediately sped up her stroking.

My right hand continued to pinch her nipple, while my left hand reached inward from her buttocks, carefully touching her anus. Mom didn't
interrupt me, she just kept stroking me quickly, but under my attack from both sides, her desire rose and she started
to breathe softly.

Seeing that Mom was aroused, I boldly reached my left hand into her vagina, inserting two fingers. Mom
gasped , "No!" Her legs trembled, and her vagina gripped my fingers tightly.

Although it was just my fingers, it still made my blood rush with excitement. But fortune and misfortune are intertwined; in the midst of immense excitement,
I couldn't control myself and ejaculated.

I was dumbfounded. Mom, seeing that I had finished, chuckled and turned to me, saying, "Alright,
now you can go out."

I was extremely unwilling and said, "No! Mom, I can do it again. I wasn't satisfied just now, give me
one more time." Then I started masturbating to get hard again.

Mom was furious: "How can you go back on your word! You're like a little hooligan! Get out of here!"

I said, "Mom, don't shout, Dad will hear. I didn't go back on my word, you just pinched my finger and
I accidentally ejaculated. It wasn't enjoyable at all, being so unprepared. It won't take
long , if we keep dragging this out, Dad

will really get suspicious." Mom was both amused and exasperated to see me blaming her. She clenched her fist tightly,
looking furious, then pinched my chest again, saying, "How could you be such a bastard!" That pinch was really powerful
; I almost screamed, but it also stimulated me to get an erection again. I pointed at my slowly rising erection and said,
"Mom, hurry up, it's up again!"

Mom had no choice but to continue the previous scene, turning her back to me, reaching out to touch my thigh,
then finding my penis, and stroking it again. The soft touch was truly amazing; soon my erection was back
in full force, even harder than before.

Mom sighed, "Child, I've actually come to terms with it. What I'm doing might be considered shameful, but it
's not incest. As long as you feel better, I can accept what I'm doing."

I quickly thanked her, "Mom, thank you. Slow down, it hurts a little." Because of the semen and
the copious amount of vaginal fluid from my penis, both my penis and Mom's hands were covered in white foam from friction. With the lubricant, Mom masturbated
quickly. Although I had already ejaculated once and wouldn't finish immediately, I still wanted to slowly savor the feeling of Mom's small hands.

Mom slowed down and continued, "You're my only son now. Your relationship troubles make me feel
even worse than your father neglecting me. So, I'm enduring it to make you feel better. But don't do this too often, it's bad for your
health."

I thought, "Mom's saying nice things, but she can't control herself. She reacted so strongly when I touched her nipples
." I suddenly realized that while listening to Mom, my hands had been idle. So I quickly put my hands back down, left hand
on her buttocks right hand on her breasts.

Mom glanced back at me, gave a wry smile, and said, "You're such a scoundrel. Keep your hands there and don't move
. Behave yourself. I... I can live with myself." Mom was still terrified of incest, her body trembling slightly, and her
voice weak.

I lowered my head to examine the buttocks I longed to penetrate, then peeked at the breasts I drooled over every day, unsure
which I loved more. To be honest, compared to the breasts of a twenty-year-old girl, Mom's breasts weren't as
firm. If my ex-girlfriend's breasts were small balls (a metaphor, of course, not that big), then
Mom's breasts were more like cotton. They were like peaches hanging on a tree, beautifully shaped, soft and delicate to the touch.
Although they weren't very elastic, they were perfect for burying your face in them to breathe or to nibble on those big peaches (of course,
breast sex was even better). Mom's breasts had lost the vitality of a young girl, but her buttocks were absolutely first-rate, you could say top-notch. I
'm a selfish person and rarely care about my mom's life, so I don't know what kind of exercise she uses to maintain such
an excellent buttocks! (I've heard that frequent sex can make your butt bigger and firmer, but I believe Mom is naturally beautiful or
got it through other methods...) I remember I could grab half of my girlfriend's butt with one hand, but I was absolutely
powerless against my mom. I spread my hands wide, grabbed Mom's buttocks, and kneaded them hard, as if I wanted to squeeze out water.

Finally, I couldn't resist and slapped Mom's buttocks hard.

Mom didn't move!

I looked up and saw Mom's face was red. She turned her head to the side, her eyes secretly glancing at my big penis, which was covered in
white foam, as were her hands, which were stroking it vigorously. She whispered, "Don't mess around... hurry up... hurry up and come out...

"

In this situation, even if Mom let me fuck her, I wouldn't want to. You know, a woman taking the initiative can indeed
excite , but being too proactive often makes a man uncomfortable. Playing hard to get is what men like, but what I like even more
is watching Mom clearly want it, yet desperately suppressing her desire and sacrificing herself for me—a contradictory process.

I felt it was unfair to make her serve a thick cock while she received nothing in return
. Suddenly, I remembered she was supposed to be with Dad tonight. So I leaned close to Mom's ear and asked, "Mom, are you going
to do it with Dad later?"

Mom blushed even more and scolded me, "Don't talk nonsense! Why do you ask all sorts of questions! Hurry up and finish what you're doing and get out of here, it's
been almost ten minutes!"

I chuckled, pinched her nipple a few times with my right hand, and Mom trembled, moaning softly, "Ah...", her buttocks sticking back
, unsatisfied. I quickly inserted my left hand into her vagina, gently thrusting in and out. Because my arm wasn't long enough, it was difficult and I
didn't feel like I was getting anywhere, but Mom reacted strongly, moaning softly intermittently. Surprisingly, she spread
her legs to make it easier for me to move!

I thought women are truly fucking lustful creatures! I immediately unleashed my finger skills, alternating between kneading her breasts and nipples, while arching
my back and thrusting into her vagina at the fastest speed I could. Mom desperately tried to suppress her moans, bracing herself against the wall with her left hand
while her right hand rapidly stroked my penis. At that speed, I felt I was on the verge of ejaculation again. Actually, I could
hold on a little longer, but taking more than ten minutes to poop wasn't really acceptable (I'm not a constipated middle-aged man), so
I stopped holding back and hoped to give Mom an orgasm as well.

"Mom, are you comfortable now?" I asked gruffly.

"No…don't talk nonsense…ah…ah ah…" Mom's position was too alluring; she slightly parted her legs,
sticking out her big white buttocks with her back to her son, head down, gritting her teeth and moaning softly. If I were to penetrate her now, she might not refuse.

"Mom, am I good at it?" I rapidly thrust in and out with my middle and ring fingers, occasionally slowing down to stimulate
her clitoris with my index finger.

Mom was drenched in sweat; she lost her mind: "Good…not bad…"

"How's Dad's technique? Did he make me orgasm?"

"Ah…ah…ah ah…" Mom didn't answer me.

“Mom, tell me. Last time I made myself orgasm twice. Did you enjoy it?”

“Get lost…don’t talk nonsense…”

“Mom, did you enjoy it…”

“Mmm, pretty…ah…”

“Mom, my dad isn’t as good to you as I am. You do it with my dad but not with me.”

“Your dad is…ah…”

“My dad doesn’t love you, you might as well be my wife!” I said.

“I love your dad.” Mom said very firmly.

My heart ached, and anger surged. Jealousy made me lose my mind. I desperately thrust my fingers into Mom’s vagina and
vigorously rubbed her breasts. Under her rapid stroking, I felt like I was about to ejaculate. So I stopped thrusting, pinched her clitoris with
my thumb and and rubbed it, while my right hand pinched her nipple and pulled it upwards—completely ignoring whether Mom cried out in pain. Thud
thud, my groin went sore, and I straightened my back and ejaculated.

“Ah--” Mom screamed and fell down, while I was ejaculating, I pulled my hand back and continued stroking, seeking
pleasure, letting Mom lie panting on the cold tile floor.

Mom (like a female dog) was lying on the ground, the reflection of her large buttocks almost blinding me, making me masturbate even faster.

She slowly got up, leaning against the wall, and said to me, "You bastard... I told you not to pinch my nipples last time,
why did you pinch them again? And this time... and..."

As she spoke, her eyes were fixed on my still-stroking, limp penis. I excitedly said, "Mom,
did you just have an orgasm? You had an orgasm and you're blaming me?"

Mom's face turned bright red, and she shoved me fiercely, saying, "Go wash up and get out! It's been so long!"

I was startled, thinking that it was indeed true, and I hoped nothing bad would happen. I quickly rinsed myself off,
put on pants, and left. As I was leaving, I suddenly hugged Mom and lay on her chest to nurse (a breast fetish). Mom was caught off guard,
hitting and scolding me. I gave her a flirtatious wink and said goodbye to my lustful mother.

Chapter Five.

When Dad saw me come out, he frowned and asked, "Why did it take so long? Did you take a dump or eat poop?"

I smiled sheepishly and said casually, "I've been feeling a bit dry and have some internal heat these past few days. My legs were numb from squatting
." My legs were indeed very numb. Maintaining that position for so long made my back ache. It seems being too tall
isn't good either.

Dad laughed, beckoned me over, put his arm around my neck and pressed me down to sit, then looked me over carefully: "Look at your
face, so clean and clear, no pimples, where's the heat? Did all the heat go down there?"

I said, "I used to only get pimples occasionally, but I'm way past puberty now."

Dad nodded: "Hmm, hmm. Very good, very good, you're looking more and more like me. You little rascal, you don't know, when you
were little everyone said you looked like your mother, and I was so jealous. But you have to be careful not to get any more heat, illnesses often
start from heat. You don't know, a colleague of mine went blind because of constipation from heat."

I was very surprised and immediately asked, "How could that be? How could heat cause blindness?"

Dad smiled dismissively: "It's hilarious! That old guy was always putting on airs, and he ended up retiring because of it. He
has a terrible temper; when he's constipated and can't poop, he strains and strains, which causes his blood pressure to spike and
blinds him."

I couldn't help but laugh and said, "Yeah, yeah, that old guy is really unlucky. I need to be careful. You be careful too."

Dad patted my shoulder and stood up, stretching his limbs. "Now that I think about it, I really do need to
poop . You do your thing, I'm going to the toilet."

I had a sudden inspiration and chimed in, "Okay, okay, I'll watch TV. I'll keep watch for you; those pretty girls on TV won't
run away!"

Dad slapped me, called me a little rascal, and walked away. I didn't know if Dad was really going to the toilet or going to
the shower in my footsteps; I only knew that this was a golden opportunity that I couldn't miss. I went back to my room
, took out my phone, and saw that it still had 80% battery left, so I breathed a huge sigh of relief. Then I turned on the recorder,
set the recording time to two hours and automatic saving, and ran into my parents' bedroom to place it behind the bedside table—
naturally, I had to move the table a bit. Mom's actions earlier had already revealed that there was going to be a fight tonight, and given her personality,
the door was naturally tightly closed. Although Dad was generous and easygoing, he couldn't be indifferent to this matter—even
the most careless parents wouldn't leave the door open for their son to watch a live broadcast. The house was well soundproofed, and although I
could hear a shout or two while peering through the locked door, it was still unappealing—so I simply gave up and looked for another way.

With the arrangements complete, I felt smug about my cleverness; getting into a prestigious university isn't just about hard work, I do have some
intelligence !

I left the bedroom, and then, on a whim, ran to the bathroom door to listen for any activity—was Dad
really imitating me?

Sure enough! I heard a woman scolding, "You old lecher!" followed by a loud slapping sound, then a man
laughing a few times before the small black door suddenly opened.

My dad and I stared at each other in silence. Water dripped from his right hand onto the floor, clearly from when he'd taken
advantage of my mom earlier—I couldn't tell if it was her buttocks or her breasts. I felt a mix of amusement and nervousness, stammering,
"I...I..." Then, I blurted out, "I just wanted to see how your relationship was going, nothing more
! Looks good, I'm very pleased as your son."

My dad took two steps forward and kicked me in the butt, the pain making me want to curse. But he didn't seem
angry, just laughing and scolding, "You little brat, don't mess with me. Even if your old man saw you, it wouldn't matter,
you're all grown up now. But your mom wouldn't stand it, she'd be so ashamed she'd die of anger. Remember this, if you ever do
that again, I'll beat you up for your mom!"

I nodded frantically, forcing a smile, "Yes, yes, I wouldn't dare, as long as you two have a good relationship, as long as you have a
good relationship!" But inside, I was uneasy. Why did they spend so little time together, and why did my mom often cry, yet
their relationship so good?难道这就是小别胜新婚？刚才老妈被我用手指作弄的时候也动情地说
“我爱你爸”，她是绝对爱我的（母子的爱），真的深爱老爸吗？

爸点头，瞇笑着说：“滚回去玩吧，出来揍死你。我和你妈好久不见，要做
点促进感情的事。”说完又踹我一觉，将我踢回自己的卧室。

我都替他羞，老妈怎么会喜欢这么个老不正经？竟跟儿子提他们要做爱，好
歹我也懂得甚至做过甚至和老妈做过……

我尴尬地笑笑，关上卧室门，心里此起彼伏波涛汹涌。不过这一切都要等到
明天才能揭晓，心急如焚……

When I woke up, my three-year-old daughter had already reached marriageable age, her bottom red from the sun. Last night, I was so excited and
lost in thought that I didn't fall asleep until almost midnight. I got out of bed in my underwear and saw my mother cooking in the kitchen. I quickly
sneaked into my parents' bedroom, grabbed my phone, and ran back to my spot without even looking at it.

My mom heard me and asked, "Are you up? Yingying? Yingying?"

I was a little annoyed that my mom called me by my nickname and said impatiently, "Mom, I'm twenty now! Don't
call me that anymore, it's embarrassing if people hear it. I'll play on the computer for a while, then wash my face."

My mom hummed in response. I suddenly remembered and asked, "Dad's gone? Went to work?"

"Yeah, went to work."

"When will he be back?"

"I don't know."

I heard the sadness in my mom's voice, so I didn't ask any more questions, and I didn't dare to say anything flirtatious or inappropriate. I turned on
the computer, connected my phone (which was dead) to the PC, and exported a two-hour audio file. I
admire my own ingenuity in obtaining this 100+ megabyte audio file without lifting a finger.

I put on my headphones, turned on the audio, and it was a bit blurry with a lot of static. Fast forward thirty minutes, and
it's very quiet with very little static, because the TV in the living room is off, and I'm doing my own thing in my room. I only heard
Dad say:

"Xiaohui, you have a great figure, come here and let me see if your breasts have gotten bigger again?...Tsk tsk, so soft."

"Hmph! Do you know what I regret most?" came Mom's voice.

"What? Did you not do it with me sooner, and had to wait until I got married to take your virginity? Well, it's good
to enjoy yourself , back then I couldn't hold back if I didn't have sex every day, I was so strong!"

"Who were you with back then, having someone else behind my back?" Mom's voice was gloomy.

"Don't misunderstand, don't misunderstand. Your husband only had one right hand back then. Seeing such a
beautiful but not being able to touch her was so frustrating, haha!"

"Hmph! My biggest regret is not realizing you were such a frivolous thing sooner. I was
completely . Looking at you now, how could you have imagined you used to talk like a scholar from a TV drama
?! Me too, you've influenced me to be like this!"

"That was all to pursue you! Would you be happy if I spoke seriously now? Would you find it interesting? Come, come,
my wife ! Let's play together like mandarin ducks, flying wing to wing!"

"I didn't say it was that interesting, but you're so frivolous! It's alright now, but before, you'd... you'd tease me in front of our son
, you're shameless!"

"You mean that time we ate together before? Hey, I think you had the best time. I didn't even get to eat properly. My right hand was holding
chopsticks and I couldn't even pick up any food, and my left hand was covered in water. But I have to say, your water tasted better than the soup!"

I was shocked. It seemed that one day during a meal, Dad had been teasing Mom in front of me, and I
hadn't noticed anything amiss.

"Pah! If I had known you were like this before, I definitely wouldn't have been with you!"

"Well, I'm already with you, so what can I do? Oh, you're so wet! Even wetter than last time. Are these
tears or tears of excitement? Let me taste them."

Then Mom's moans, accompanied by some background noise, continued for five minutes, with Dad only occasionally saying something like, "Was it good?
" I blushed, thinking that Dad was really willing to sacrifice for Mom. Should I give Mom oral sex?

She'd have to let me.

At that moment, Mom's voice came from the living room, telling me to go eat. Although I didn't want to leave, I had only listened
for 40 minutes, and there was still a long time. It would be better to eat lunch first and then continue. I went to the living room and saw my mother in a red
top and red pants, her breasts and buttocks prominent. Her clothes were conservative, but the colors and shapes were incredibly sexy. Her face was slightly flushed,
a bead of , and her earrings shone like stars. She didn't speak to me, but the corners of her mouth were upturned—she was very happy,
clearly satisfied.

I wolfed down my food, finishing quickly. I didn't listen to what my mother said, nor did I care about her expression. The recording was indeed
very captivating.

Continuing:

My mother suddenly screamed, "Ah—!" followed by my father saying, "How was it, Xiaohui? Not bad, right?
Look, you've already ejaculated after only a short time. Good taste!"

"Who knows how you practiced outside! Don't call me Xiaohui!"

My mother calmly discussed my father's affair! I was utterly bewildered.

"That woman has a disease down there, I never let her lick it, at most I'll just touch it with my hand. I don't even want to touch it, it
's a bunch of white stuff, disgusting! Unlike my wife, she's healthy, and her juices smell amazing! What?
What should I call her if not Xiao Hui? Xiao Yi? Are you taking advantage of me?" Mom suddenly yelled again, probably because Dad had suddenly attacked and
poked her with his hand or something.

"Hmph! Who knows if you licked her or not? You've never done this outside, how come you're so familiar with her as soon as you get home? I find
you disgusting now."

"It's all about feelings. I have no feelings for her, so of course I wouldn't lick her. I love you so much, even if I don't know how to lick,
I'll still make you feel like you're in heaven if I just nibble on you! Come on, it's your turn to do it to me, I'll enjoy it too."

After a moment of silence, Mom said, "No, I feel disgusted."

"You're not sick, I just had a checkup the day before yesterday! Look at my abs! I always wear condoms outside, don't worry. Okay,
Huihui , how about I lick you again?"

"Pah! You have abs?"

There was a moment of silence, with only some noise, probably because Mom bent down and gave in to Dad.

Dad said again, "Mmm, really good, the most beautiful woman in the world is giving me oral sex. These breasts, mmm, I'm
impressed. If any celebrity had such beautiful and soft breasts, I'd sell my company to support her."

"Hmph! You should take care of the family first."

"Yes, yes, I'll deal with you, you little slut, first! Hahaha!"

Then Mom yelled "No!", followed by more panting and noises, then a long period of creaking bed
and moaning.

"You bastard, wear a condom! I think you're dirty!"

"Auntie thinks her nephew is dirty? Don't joke around, you were licking so diligently just now, you licked all the filth off. You
're not sick, don't worry!"

"Ah...ah..."

"How's it going? Your husband's still got it, huh--..."

"Ah--don't be so rough...it hurts a little..."

"Hmm, looks like I haven't taken care of you in a while, your pussy's getting tighter and tighter."

"Ah...don't say such nasty things...ah...okay..."

"How's it going, husband?"

"So...comfortable..."

"Come on, baby, come up there and play for a bit, I'll rest."

"Ah--deep...a little deep..."

"Who told you to sit down so suddenly? You've made a mess of it."

"Mmm...ah..."

"I'm increasingly impressed by your tits, mmm, they're fucking amazing. Just for that, I have to
give you a good beating."

"Ah-ah-you--"

"How was it, wife? Did you do a good job?"

"Good...I...I love you, husband..."

"I love you too..."

Then came another twenty minutes of animalistic mating. I couldn't see their positions, couldn't see Mom's tits and buttocks,
but I got a huge stimulation from their language. If it weren't for the noise, and the fact that Mom had helped me
come , I really couldn't resist taking my turn with him while Mom was moaning. I admire Dad's stamina. As a middle-aged man,
he doesn't have a beer belly, he's charming (outside) but not serious (at home), and it's rare that he can still maintain such
sexual prowess , which is admirable.

After a while of panting, they finally stopped.

"How's it going, Huihui? How did your husband do? How many orgasms did you have?"

"No orgasms!"

"Well, you're making such a racket even though you didn't have an orgasm. Judging from your performance, I guess you had two."

"Yeah, I guess twice. Not bad."

"Of course you're good! Who am I? I'm Luo Tieqiang! A man who doesn't please his wife is no man!"

"You should please your mistress first!"

"Sigh, you bring this up again. We agreed not to... I'm only doing this for you guys..."

Dad continued, "You've seen that woman, can she compare to you? She's the kind of woman you wouldn't even touch if you stripped her naked and threw her on the street
."

Mom interjected, "Her ass is bigger than mine, and you just like patting asses!"

"Hehe, she's just fat. Huihui, don't be jealous. I know you're upset, try to understand your husband.

We've been through so much together."

Mom remained silent, and Dad continued, "We've been through thick and thin for over twenty years. Sigh... Besides our
parents, you and our son are the only ones in my heart. We'll take good care of our parents; they don't ask for much,
they just want us to be happy. You, my precious darling, have endured so much for me all these years, and I'm
so grateful. But we're getting old, all we want is stability. But Luo Ying hasn't graduated from university yet, and
I still need to pave the way for him. You know how tough it is in today's society. Luo Ying University is a good university, but
graduates are everywhere. Right? What advantage does he have? The bigger the company, the better his opportunities. I
'll save up some money for him, and that'll be more insurance. Even if his career doesn't go well in the future, he'll still have a stable home to come back to."

Mom said, "Don't kiss me... I..."

"I'll kiss you!"

"Huihui, don't cry, good days are coming soon!"

"I... sob... I always think my life is miserable... actually... the hardest thing is... you..."

"Don't cry, don't cry, it's okay... I'm in a great mood as soon as I get home, I wish I could kiss my son and me, but I'm afraid he'll think
I'm a pervert. I get scared when you cry, don't cry, we're doing fine now."

"Yeah, I don't want to cry either..."

"Huihui, actually... I...

" "What's wrong with you...

" "Nothing, go to sleep.

" "Tell me, or you won't be able to sleep."

"I just want to confess, I want to say I love you. Hehe."

"Yeah... I love you too."

"I'm going to wash up, my face is all messed up."

"Don't wash, yours is messed up down there too. Let's just cuddle and sleep, I like it when we're all sticky, it feels good."

"Disgusting, pervert... kissing me again... um..."

"Huihui, go to sleep, we'll do it again tomorrow morning, I promise I'll give you a big dose of semen."

"Get lost!"

"Come on, go to sleep."

"Um..."

If it weren't for the sounds of foreigners' guns and cannons, the Chinese would really think they were the masters of the world. If aliens don't
come to Earth to make a call, these tycoons with checks and luxury cars will really think they're the masters of the universe. I never
thought about how happy I was, nor did I ever think about what this family or society was like. I didn't know
why Mom said "I love you, Dad" so emotionally, nor did I know why Dad would laugh and joke
around with me whenever he saw me.

The headphones were filled with static, my hands held the hem of my clothes that had been crumpled for so long, there was no sound in my ears,
my palms were sweaty, my eyes were dry but my heart was crying. My lower body was already weak, and I had no strength left.

First came the simple yet intense emotion of a son. Every parent in the world is the best parent;
they express the same love in different ways. Farmers toil in the fields or go out to work to support their children's education.

Cultured intellectuals teach by example, hoping their children will reach heights they never reached. My
father is a businessman; he works hard to run his company, paving the way and providing insurance for me, in his words. My
mother was a housewife, but also a well-educated woman. She taught me to look at pictures, read books, and listen to
music from the age of two. As I grew up, she cooked and did laundry for me, saving every moment she could for my studies. They were truly
the most ordinary parents, because any ordinary parent would probably love their son this much.

They sacrificed so much for me; Mom said she lived for me, and they both truly lived for me. Dad
worked hard in business, and it seemed he needed to maintain an ambiguous
relationship . I understand; Dad isn't a business genius like Jack Ma. He has brains, but he needs stable relationships
to sustain his business. That woman might be the daughter of a high-ranking official, or the sister of an even bigger boss. Dad is
a proud man who deeply loves Mom, and for my sake, he forces himself to eat moldy, rotten apples every day.

What followed was guilt. I consider myself unrestrained and full of personality, but in reality, I'm an unfilial son. I once
wanted to pin Dad to the ground and beat him up because he wronged Mom. I constantly crave to possess my mother's body,
and I still do.

My parents have sacrificed so much for me, yet I harbor such beastly thoughts. Even the most heinous villain in a book
would be ashamed to die.

I pulled down my pants, looking at my limp penis, torn and agonizing. Should I continue my evil ways, or
suppress my desires and stop bothering my mother? If I choose the latter, will I succeed? Can I control this immense desire?

What kind of person am I, really?

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