Seducing a mother is a skill that requires patience.

For the first ten years of my life, the word "mother" represented reliance and warmth. For the next ten, she became my slowly emerging sexual awakening. And in the last two years, my desire for my mother has reached an uncontrollable level.
My name is Xiao Fang, I'm 22 years old, a senior in college, about to graduate and enter the workforce. But right now, the thing I think about most every day isn't my studies or work, but how to get my mother to my bedside! I can't help it, this desire has become increasingly intense. At first, I considered many irrational plans: drugging, secretly filming and threatening, rape… but these are things I only read about in novels. If it really happened, the consequences would be completely uncontrollable. Through reading various incest forums and chatting with people who have had firsthand experience, I've concluded that to have incest with an elder, you first need to expose them to relevant resources, whether it's novels or movies on the subject. Only when they're exposed to such things will they start thinking about it. Based on this, I've devised a detailed plan for incest with my mother while I'm at school!
The plan started simply. First, I bought a high-level QQ account on Taobao—it had to be an old account with a long history of activity. Then, I collected photos of many men around my age through various channels, mostly downloaded from forums. They didn't have to be the same person, but if a photo showed a face or other distinctive features, it had to be taken by the same person. All of this was to enrich my alternate account and make it indistinguishable from the real thing! Not only photos, but also voice messages, daily updates, and a whole host of other things were collected and stored in a hidden folder on my computer. Everything was ready except for the final touch!
During the National Day holiday, since my school wasn't far from home, I called my mom to say I was coming home for the holiday. My dad was away on a business trip, and my mom, being home alone, was naturally very happy, saying she would cook me a feast. Besides the joy of going home, I also felt a little nervous, but mostly, I was hoping the plan would succeed! When I got home in the afternoon, I saw my mother busy in the kitchen as soon as I walked in. Seeing me, she rushed over for a hug, and seeing her chest swaying as she ran, I immediately wanted to pin her down on the table and let loose. But reason told me that this was a long and arduous plan! Dinner was indeed very plentiful, so plentiful that even after stuffing myself, I only finished half. After dinner, my mother and I lay on the sofa chatting. She always talked about her studies, while I couldn't take my eyes off her chest… My mother lay on the chaise lounge, watching TV and chatting with me, while I nestled on the sofa opposite her, watching her. My mother hasn't changed much in the past few years, but her temperament has become increasingly mature and elegant. Unlike other women who become boisterous with age, she remains gentle, and every smile and gesture exudes wisdom. These past few years, my mom has stepped back from her frontline work and spends most of her time resting. We're not short of money, so her leisure time has become increasingly rich. She goes to the beauty salon on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, and to the gym and yoga studio on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays—it feels like she has a daily routine! I wholeheartedly support her because it makes her face more and more beautiful and her figure more and more captivating! I remember when I was a freshman in college, one time during a break, I secretly ran home without telling her, wanting to surprise her. When I secretly opened her bedroom door, I found my mom had just come home from dancing and was getting ready to change and take a shower. Before I could surprise her, she surprised me first, so I secretly peeked at her. That day, my mom was wearing tight black leggings, and perhaps because she thought they showed off her figure, she wore a short fabric skirt over them (somewhat like a ballet outfit), and a casual t-shirt on top. Mom first took off her skirt, then bent down to take off her socks. Her leggings were already very form-fitting, and bending over made her full buttocks even more prominent, even more alluring than if she were completely naked. Just watching the beginning made my penis hard, so I pulled them out and started masturbating while watching. Suddenly, I realized I couldn't see any panty lines. "Holy crap! Mom isn't wearing panties, is she?" I thought, getting more and more excited. I almost wanted to go inside and find out myself! Luckily, Mom didn't keep me waiting long and took off her pants herself. It turned out she was wearing a thong (later she told me that there were men with her at the aerobics class, and she bought thongs specifically to avoid others seeing panty lines from behind. But Mom! Not seeing panty lines is even more intriguing!). A thin string peeked between her two large, white buttocks, and the little bit of fabric in front couldn't hide her thick pubic hair at all; it looked like a plastic sheet covering a field, with a few strands always peeking out from the sides! I don't know if it was because of the excessive hair or because my mother's labia were very full, but when I looked through the door, her genitals seemed very swollen and hard. At this point, I was almost on the verge of ejaculation, but I really couldn't bear to enter saint mode so quickly, so I quickly tightened my anus a couple of times and continued to peek. By then, my mother had taken off her t-shirt and was unhooking her bra with her hands behind her back. As the hooks were unhooked, her full breasts sagged down like two blocks of tofu, swaying back and forth! My mother was already 48 years old, and because her breasts were really big (at least a D cup), they inevitably sagged a bit, but I felt that the degree of sag was just right. They didn't droop like her belly; they hung just right on her chest, like the female lead in the first Taboo movie, only not as exaggeratedly big. When she wore a bra, they looked big and firm, but without it, they had a completely different charm. Although her breasts were large, her nipples were small, like tiny red beans hanging from the tops of the large white steamed buns she ate as a child—round and firm, neither pink nor dark in color, appearing as an alluring deep red in the dimly lit bedroom. After undressing, her mother looked in the mirror for a while, observing the results of her workout. Then, she actually used both hands to lift her two heavy breasts and sway them! It felt like she was testing how heavy they were. Watching her serious mother strike a pose like a Western porn star, I couldn't control myself any longer and ejaculated all over my underwear! I then peeked at her showering for a while until she finished and was about to come out before quietly leaving and ringing the doorbell! Her mother was very surprised to see me when she opened the door, little did she know that the real surprise was actually in her son's underwear!
PS: I've been reading erotic stories for years, but this is the first time I've written one myself! I hope everyone will give me feedback.
I lay on the sofa, getting more and more excited, and before I knew it, my penis was hard. Luckily, I was wearing loose clothing, so it wasn't too obvious. After chatting for a while, Mom went to wash the dishes, and I took the opportunity to grab her phone, log into QQ, add my alternate account as a friend, and then delete the friend request! I also browsed her photo album, looking for something exciting, but it was all pictures of her dancing with some older women. To be honest, even in a random group photo, Mom felt like she stood out from the crowd…
After adding her as a friend, I didn't immediately chat with her using my alternate account. I wanted to wait until she was interested in me and initiated a conversation, which would be crucial for my later plans! I already had a plan for how to get her attention. Earlier, while cooking, Mom accidentally got a lot of oil and vegetable juice stains on her clothes. These stains couldn't be removed with dish soap, and Mom tried washing them but gave up. That evening, after I got back to my room, I started searching online for ways to remove these stains, then copied and pasted the methods into my QQ space. Since Mom retired, she loves browsing WeChat Moments and QQ spaces, and she often shares inspirational quotes, so I was sure she would see my post. Sure enough, a little while later, my QQ notified me that "Seeing Flowers in the Fog" (my mom's online name) had liked my new post! This was probably the happiest like I'd ever received in my life, and the first step of my long journey had officially begun!
The next day, I saw my mom's pajamas hanging in the bathroom, the stains already cleaned. So I asked her, "Mom, how did you clean those clothes? Aren't they hard to wash?" My mom proudly replied, "A friend of mine posted an article about cleaning various stains on their social media yesterday, so I just learned it and put it to use!" From then on, whenever I knew what my mom needed or wanted, I would post related articles on my social media, and my mom would often like them or leave comments expressing her gratitude. After more than a month, I felt the time was right, so I posted a photo I had saved beforehand on my social media. The photo was slightly melancholic, accompanied by some pessimistic words, waiting for my mom to take the bait. Sure enough, my mom commented below, "What's there to be pessimistic about at such a young age?" I immediately replied, "It's hard to explain in a few words." A little while later, my mom messaged me privately.
Mom: Who are you?
Me: I don't know how we added each other...
Mom: Okay, I don't think I've seen you before in your photos.
I made up a name and gave a random city I lived in, trying to fool my mom by saying I was probably a stranger she'd added a long time ago. Mom easily stopped worrying about who I was and continued asking what was bothering me. I told her I was graduating soon and feeling lost about entering the workforce. Sure enough, this topic resonated with her. She told me her son was also graduating soon and often worried about the same things, advising me to face reality and not be overly ambitious. I was speechless; that was exactly what she always said to me… But for the sake of my plan, I patiently answered each question. That night, my mom and I talked for over two hours, far exceeding my expectations. Although the conversation mostly revolved around studies and work, it proceeded step by step according to my plan! In the days that followed, I called her "sister" and chatted with her frequently. Mom felt happy to have helped a young person and was very welcoming. She even told me that my posts on social media often helped her when she needed them most, and that we had a special connection! Hearing this made me incredibly happy. As we gradually became more familiar with each other, I started asking her for photos. At first, my mother sent me distant photos of herself dancing or group photos of many people from her phone. These weren't enough for me, but every time she sent me a photo, I showered her with compliments, using every beautiful word imaginable! My mother is a retired woman, and her husband is often away on business trips. Few men compliment her, let alone praise her in such varied ways as I do, so she really appreciated it. When I went home for winter break, I often chatted with my mother on a secondary account while secretly observing her expressions. Whenever I complimented her on her beauty, she would involuntarily smile. Perhaps if she looked in the mirror, she would be surprised at how charmingly she could smile!
Before I knew it, my mother and I had been chatting for two months, and our relationship had become very harmonious. However, I never said anything disrespectful to my mother on QQ, not even a slightly risqué joke. This was all to lay the groundwork for what was to come. One evening, my mother finished showering and returned to her room, preparing to close the door, change clothes, and apply lotion! Suddenly, a brilliant idea struck me. I asked her on QQ if she was there, Mom. She quickly replied, "Yes! What's up?" I asked, "What are you doing?" Mom said, "Guess!!"
I said, "How about this, let's send each other a selfie right now and see what we're doing." So I immediately sent a picture of myself at the gym, showing only my physique and not my face! Then I eagerly awaited Mom's reply! I knew that Mom always applies body lotion after showering, so she'd probably be completely naked at that time. It was impossible for her to take a picture of me completely naked now, but even if she were dressed, she definitely wouldn't be wearing too much! Five minutes later, Mom sent the photo. It was a picture she took in front of her vanity mirror, her hair still wet from a shower, wearing pajamas. The photo only showed her collarbone, almost a close-up. It was definitely the first time Mom had ever had a man take a picture of her right after a shower, so her expression was slightly shy, with a blush on her fair skin—very alluring. This time, after seeing the photo, I didn't just compliment her on her beauty, I also called her sexy! This flattered Mom. From her voice message, I could sense she was deliberately suppressing her slightly excited emotions. Of course, this time, I only touched on it briefly, but I had already planted a seed in her heart. I will carefully nurture it, and it will surely blossom into an incestuous flower in the near future!
As I chatted more and more with Mom using my alternate account, she became less reserved than before. We talked about work, relationships, and life in general! Mom often complained online that her husband was away for long periods, and she sometimes felt bored. I would jokingly ask her if she was bored or just lonely! My mom no longer scolds me as seriously as she used to when I make these kinds of jokes.
Over the past few months of chatting, I've sensed a change in her mindset. Before, when she lived alone, although she had a rich social life, she felt empty inside. Now, I've entered her heart, though she doesn't know that the person on the internet is actually her biological son!
We still frequently exchange photos on QQ. To lower her guard, I ask for photos at various times. Sometimes it's of her dancing, sometimes shopping, or before bed—just casual snapshots of her daily life. My mom is increasingly willing to send photos now, taking selfies in all sorts of poses, which makes me very happy. After praising her in the photos, I also offer clothing suggestions, ostensibly to make her look younger and prettier. Actually, these are the kinds of clothes I want her to wear—like bodycon skirts for shopping, tight-fitting workout clothes for yoga, and even her pajamas. I suggest she wear something more stylish so she can maintain a youthful mindset!
At first, Mom just laughed it off, but she couldn't resist my relentless pursuit and bought a few new outfits. Not long after, she messaged me on QQ, saying, "When I go out in my new clothes, people keep staring at me. I didn't realize I was so attractive!" I secretly thought to myself, with Mom's large breasts and full hips, she's already quite eye-catching unless she's wearing her usual baggy sportswear. Now, with the clothes I styled for her, it's no wonder she gets so many stares!
Having tasted success, Mom started buying new clothes frequently, sometimes sending me photos on WeChat. I'd ask her on WeChat why she was buying so many new clothes, while simultaneously continuing to encourage her on QQ as her confidante. This dual role was incredibly exciting. Through my encouragement, Mom became increasingly attractive, both in her style and in her daily life. She often thanked me on QQ, saying she was very lucky to know me and that I made her more womanly!
At this point, I was convinced that a large part of my mother's emotions had been channeled into me, a stranger on QQ. This emotion wasn't the marital love she felt for my father, nor the affection of an elder for a younger generation; it was a woman's long-suppressed passion!
As time passed, the New Year was approaching, and schools had begun their winter break. Although my mother's style of dress was influenced by my guidance, and I had seen her photos several times, my heart still pounded when I saw her in person!
A pair of fitted pajama pants outlined her full hips and shapely thighs in an exceptionally alluring way. The panty lines peeking out revealed that my mother's hips were so large that the panties couldn't fully cover them. She wore a light-colored, fitted short-sleeved top decorated with small, openwork flowers, through which I could vaguely see her black underwear (my mother used to only wear the most ordinary white or beige underwear).
My mother had been watching me since I entered the room, as if waiting for my evaluation of her new look. I swallowed hard and gave my mother the highest praise. Watching her happily go to cook, and then looking at my hard-on... seduce Mom really takes patience!
After dinner, I went back to my room to play games and chatted with Mom on QQ. Mom messaged me saying, "My son came home today and his eyes lit up when he saw my new outfit." I teased, "That's because you're so charming, you've even bewitched your own son." Mom sent a knocking emoji and said, "I'm almost 50, how can I attract a younger man!"
At this point, I felt the time was right, so I replied, "Don't lose confidence because of your age. You're really charming, at least you've captivated my heart!" After sending the message, I was also very nervous because this was a test of my plans over the past few months. I secretly... I peeked into my bedroom and peeked at my mother's expression as she sat in the living room.
The white light from the screen revealed her blushing face. She was typing furiously, pausing after each line, then deleting and retyping it all. I could sense her inner conflict. After a few minutes, she seemed to muster the courage to send the message. I immediately checked my phone. "I'm so happy you said that. Actually, it's your thoughtfulness that makes me so charming!" The
short message didn't directly answer my confession, but as her son, I knew that for my mother to say something like that online to someone she'd never met was already a form of acceptance!
However, I couldn't be too explicit on QQ, so we exchanged a few compliments and then started talking about other things. Before going to bed that night, I sent my mom a photo of myself working out—a close-up of my abs and V-line. Everyone knows the V-line extends all the way to the genitals. Although I didn't show my penis in the photo, some pubic hair was visible!
This was also a test. Five minutes later, my mom replied with a photo. The lighting in the photo was dim; you could tell only the lamp on the dressing table was on. My mom was by the bed, holding her phone and taking a full-body photo in front of the mirror. Because of the lighting and the distance, the details weren't very clear, but my mom was only wearing a bikini in the photo. My mom, who used to only wear workout clothes, was now sending lingerie photos online! I felt like the day when my mom was at my feet was just around the corner!
These past few days, I've been thinking about how to make my mom, who's become so open now, become even more lewd! After much thought, I decided to seduce her into texting! That day, I told my mom I was going to a friend's house and wouldn't be home that night. Actually, I booked a hotel room, logged onto QQ, and started planning for the day. I chatted casually with my mom first, then gradually started talking about some private topics. I asked her, "Don't be angry, I have a question for you, but I heard that women in their 30s are like wolves, and in their 40s like tigers. Is that true?"
My mom replied, "Haha, what about someone like me who's almost 50?"
I sent a mischievous emoji and said, "At 50, you can suck up dirt!"
My mom said, "-_-||, then I'd be a vacuum cleaner!"
I said, "Haha, not really. Do you ever have a strong urge?"
My mom said, "Sometimes, a little."
I said, "So how do you deal with it? Masturbation?"
My mom said, "This is getting too explicit. Let's not talk about this!"
I said, "No, it's nighttime, so we have to talk about something more intimate."
My mom said, "What do you want to talk about?" "
I just want to know, sister, how do you usually take care of your physiological needs?"
Mom replied, "How else can I take care of them? I usually just hold it in. Sometimes I wash my genitals with water while showering, which feels quite nice!"
So Mom masturbates while showering. After learning this secret, I asked, "What do you think about when you masturbate?"
At first, Mom told me she didn't think about anything, but of course I didn't believe that. After some pleading and enticement, Mom finally told me that she actually liked strong men. I quickly asked, "Do you ever think about me when you masturbate?"
Mom sent a shy emoji and said, "The photos you sent me later were quite tempting, and a few times I was thinking about those photos..."
I never expected that my reserved mom would like muscular men. This was like a windfall. So I immediately went to the hotel bathroom, took off my clothes, took a picture of myself in the mirror showing my penis and abs, carefully checked that the photo didn't reveal any personal information, and sent it to Mom.
After a while, Mom sent me two seductive emojis, saying I should take more pictures. So I took a few more from different angles, but I didn't take a close-up of my penis, afraid of being recognized when I fucked her later. Mom was already aroused, so I asked her, "Are you touching yourself now, sister?"
Mom said, "Yes! You've aroused me!"
I said, "What aroused you?" Mom said, "
Down there! Down there's so much water!"
I said, "Take a picture for me."
Mom sent a close-up of her vagina. I could recognize it from the sheets; it was Mom's bed. It was the first time I'd seen Mom's vagina, and I was speechless with excitement. My penis was so hard it felt like it was about to explode. Her labia were thick and quite dark in color; after all, she was almost fifty. Just as Mom said, her vagina was secreting a lot of fluid, wetting the nearby pubic hair.
I then asked Mom to take a few more pictures, citing poor lighting.
A while later, Mom sent a few more pictures. One showed her using her fingers to separate her labia, revealing the pink flesh inside. Another showed her inserting her middle finger into her vagina; she was clearly very excited, her clitoris was very erect. Finally, Mom sent a close-up of her breasts; her nipples were firm and rosy. She probably didn't want her breasts to look too saggy, so she used one arm to support her two heavy, hanging breasts. It was the first time she'd had a man take these kinds of pictures, and Mom was so shy that her neck turned completely red.
I texted Mom, "You're so alluring, I really want to put my cock in your hole, sucking your nipples while fucking you!"
Mom replied, "I think it's so exciting too, I feel like doing it with you right now!"
I told Mom, "Then let's have some text-based sex, masturbating while venting through text!" "
Okay, I'll try it. I'm really pent up right now too."
I recorded a short video of myself masturbating in front of the bathroom mirror. In the ten-second video, I was masturbating as fast as I could in front of the mirror, and then I sent it to my mom with the text saying that I wanted to fuck her as fast and hard as this!
My mom replied, "Your pussy is so hard! I can't take it if you do it so fast!"
After I taught my mom how to send short videos, she recorded one for me too. In the video, she massaged her genitals with her hands, first rubbing her clitoris a few times, then using two fingers to tease her labia. As her labia opened and closed, the vaginal fluid secreted by my mom actually blew back into a bubble, looking incredibly lewd!
I was so stimulated that I couldn't control myself anymore and ejaculated all over the hotel wall. I took a picture of it and sent it to her, asking, "Are you there yet, sister?"
After a while, my mom replied, "I'm there too. You ejaculated so much!"
I teased, "Nothing compares to your vaginal fluid!" After a few more tender words, we said goodnight to each other. I slept soundly that night, having many erotic dreams. The first thing I did when I woke up in the morning was to greet my mother, "Sister, are you up yet?
How did you sleep last night?" My mother replied quickly, "I'm up, I slept very well!" I then asked, "How was your nightly chat?" My mother said, "Thinking about it now, it feels like a dream. I've never been like this before. I'm so lewd."
After reading this, I immediately comforted her, "How can this be considered lewd? We didn't do anything. We just released our passion for each other! Put aside everything else and answer me one question: Did you find last night exciting?"
My mother said, "It was definitely exciting. I haven't experienced an orgasm in a long time! But I have a husband and a son, and I always feel like this isn't right!"
I said, "Don't worry, I will never take the initiative to contact you, and I will never affect your family. You are a very charming woman, but no one knows how to appreciate it. I really hope that we can continue to have this passion forever!" I
kept trying to comfort my mother, using her orgasms as an example, emphasizing that it was a manifestation of her desire for passion. This finally helped her let go of her inner constraints. In the days that followed, I often had text-based sex with her, sometimes three or four times a week. At first, my mother didn't use a single swear word, replacing all verbs with the single word "do." I told her that text-based sex should be uninhibited, the more uninhibited, the more enjoyable.
Gradually, my mother herself began to enjoy the feeling of using swear words during text-based sex, often saying things like, "Come fuck me quickly," or "My pussy is so itchy." Seeing her becoming more and more open, I sped up the pace, no longer limiting ourselves to ordinary text-based sex, but starting to have video sex (of course, without showing our faces). Once a woman decides to completely let go, her level of lust far exceeds what others can imagine.
Once, during a video call, my mom suddenly said she needed to get something. A little while later, she returned to the computer with a peeled cucumber and told me that just using her fingers felt incomplete; it was more pleasurable to actually insert it. This really startled me. Watching her insert the cucumber into her vagina, moaning intoxicatingly, I felt an urge to rush home and rape her! I had already trained my mom into a proper slut. Although in real life she was still a virtuous wife and mother, I knew now was my chance to shine in real life!
In another chat, I asked my mom if, besides muscular men, she preferred young, muscular men. My mom answered without hesitation, "Of course!" So I suggested, "We've already done our usual online sex several times. How about something more exciting?"
My mom asked curiously, "How can it be exciting?" I said, "Let's add an identity. You happen to like young men, and I'm particularly fond of older women. How about I call you 'Mom' during sex?" After hearing this,
Mom replied with a series of sweating emojis, saying, "What kind of game is this? We're certainly old enough to be mother and son, but I already have a son, and he's the same age as you. Isn't that weird?"
I said, "What's weird about it? I just find this kind of relationship incredibly exciting, and you're so beautiful, maybe your own son thinks the same way I do!"
Mom said, "Don't talk nonsense. Using this kind of relationship for online sex is fine, but if something like that actually happened, I'd be so ashamed!"
I didn't keep arguing with Mom about this issue, but instead guided her to start online sex. This time, Mom reached orgasm faster than ever before, and afterwards she said that every time she called my son, she thought of her own son, feeling both shy and excited!
From then on, when we did online sex, Mom and I always acted as mother and son, and our words became increasingly lewd. We were both immersed in this virtual relationship, but I knew that before long, it would all become reality!
Chapter Five
Since I started using a secondary account to have text-based sex with my mother on QQ, her sexual openness has increased exponentially, as if she's about to unleash all the passion she's suppressed for decades! To get my mother to have a relationship with me in real life as soon as possible, I went to great lengths. At first, we just texted each other as mother and son, then I filmed her masturbating, and later I had her buy the
kind of mask many internet celebrities wear for masquerade balls (the kind they wear in topless videos) and have her perform very lewd masturbation for me during nude chats… Every time I suggested something new, my mother hesitated, but when she tried something new, she became irresistibly excited. My conservative mother has gone further and further down the path of desire!
My passionate online relationship with my mom continued for almost half a year (the reason it took so long was because the second semester of school started, and I had to go back to school to plan my graduation). She now trusts me completely, thanks to the rules we established: 1. Never meet in real life; 2. Never show your face or reveal personal information during online sex; 3. Never interfere with each other's lives in any way (actually, these three rules are entirely one-sided towards her...). I have never violated these rules online, so my mom feels that I am a principled, trustworthy, and perfect lover who can bring her endless passion!
I also used this to entice my mom to fulfill many of my shameless requests. Once, when we were having a nude chat, I suddenly wanted to tease her, so I said, "Godmother (that's what I call her when we have online sex using my alternate account), I fuck your pussy every day, let me wipe your asshole today!" After
hearing this, my mom cursed me for being a pervert who liked such a dirty place, then turned around, squatted on the chair, stuck her butt out in front of the camera, and asked me, "You stinky son!" "Do you want to put your dick in this hole?"
Although the light was dim, I could still see her pink anus opening and closing. My mother's promiscuity resulted in me spraying a screen full of thick semen! So, my mother often played some perverted little games with me. For example, I wouldn't let her wear underwear when shopping, and then she would perform masturbation for me in the mall's changing room.
Or she would video chat with me and then practice yoga naked for me! But I never let her expose herself in public, because she was not only my online godmother, but also my real-life mother, and she didn't want anyone other than me to enjoy her private parts.
The end of the semester was approaching, and I was about to graduate. Thinking about living under the same roof with my mother for a long time, I finally began my most important plan. When chatting with her online, I often intentionally or unintentionally asked about her son. My mother told me that her son was about to graduate, and I asked, "What hobbies does your son have?"
My mother replied, "My son also loves fitness, and I feel he's just as good as you." "
I jokingly said, 'Looks like you've been spying on your own son quite a bit!'
My mother used a smacking emoji and said, 'Is there such a thing as spying between a mother and son?
I just saw it all by accident.' Since we were already at this point, I seized the opportunity to ask her, 'When you call me "son" during our online sex and nude chats, do you ever think about your own son?'
My mother trusts me completely now, so she didn't hide anything from me and told me, 'Sometimes when I'm calling him that, I think of my own son. He's young, handsome, and has a great physique. But after a while, it feels really strange, after all, he's my own son!'
From my mother's answer, I grasped two key points: First, the long period of online sex between my mother and me, posing as mother and son, had created a certain desire in her for a relationship with her own son. Second, she still had concerns about ethics and morality!" Having seen through these two points, I addressed the root of the problem. First, I jokingly told her, "Having sex with my fake online son is definitely not as satisfying as being intimate with your real son in real life."
Then, without waiting for her reply, I pretended to be serious and said, "Godmother, do you know why I'm so obsessed with mother-son relationships? Because I met a woman online before, and she told me she'd slept with her own son!"
After sending the message, my mother immediately replied, "Really?"
Seeing how quickly she replied and without commenting on my joke, I became even more confident. So I replied, "Of course it's true. Although that woman deleted me later, what she said is absolutely true!"
My mother asked, "How did they, mother and son, end up together?" Seeing
how interested my mother was, I made up a story for her. Of course, the story was based on incestuous novels from online forums. I told my mother, "I don't remember the specific details, but the general idea is that the woman had been divorced from her husband for a long time and raised her child alone. So, she dressed very casually at home and never wore underwear. But as her child grew older, she noticed that her son's gaze towards her was becoming increasingly strange. She thought she should be more careful at home, but for some reason, she continued to act that way. Gradually, she discovered that her son was masturbating in front of her underwear and frequently downloaded incestuous pornographic videos. However, this didn't disgust her; instead, she found it exciting. Later, this mother would sometimes deliberately seduce her son. Finally, one night, she couldn't suppress her desire any longer, so she went to her son's room and said that her room was hot, and they slept together. There, they naturally had sex, and from then on, it was unstoppable!"
After I sent this story to my mother, she read it for a while and then asked me many questions about the details. I just made it up and lied to her. Finally, I messaged my mom saying, "Anyway, that woman told me that the feeling of having sex with her own son is unparalleled. The only things to be careful about are the initial approach and keeping it a secret!"
So, my mom and I chatted online for over an hour about this topic. This chat felt even more exciting than texting, not just in terms of physical pleasure, but also in the thrill and excitement I felt inside. I believe my mom felt the same way!
Four years of university life have come to an end! Leaving the dorm with a huge pile of luggage, I felt reluctant to leave, but also excited about the future. My dad took leave to come home because of my graduation, and the three of us enjoyed a rare month together. We went on a road trip and a vacation! My dad and I kept praising my mom for her increasingly sophisticated taste, which made her very happy. My dad even asked her why she suddenly became so good at dressing up, and my mom shamelessly said it was because of her friends! Mom, your so-called friends are your future sons who will be fucking you!
During this month, I would occasionally log onto my alternate account to check on my mom, telling her that I had just graduated and was busy looking for a job, so I wasn't online much. My mom would reply a day or two later, saying that her son had also graduated and was back, and her husband was on vacation, so she was busy and couldn't chat as often! Finally, Dad is going on another business trip, this time abroad for an even longer period. After Mom reluctantly saw him off (Mom's love for Dad is still quite simple, but in terms of passion...), this house officially became just the two of us! I first logged into my alternate account and chatted with Mom for a while. That night, we had some online sex as a warm-up, and then I slowly steered the conversation back to our real mother-son relationship. I asked Mom, "Your husband is gone, and it's just you and your son alone at home.
While your son is sleeping in his room, you're calling out to him while masturbating in front of me. How does that feel?" Mom replied with a string of shy emojis.
I pressed my advantage, saying, "Don't tell me you never thought about seducing your son like a prostitute to have sex with you?!"
My words were vulgar, but I knew the vulgarer the words, the more arousing Mom's lust would be. Sure enough, Mom replied, "I'm afraid my son won't want to be the customer."
I said, "Godmother, to be honest, at this age, you're absolutely top-notch!" "And nowadays, young people are especially fond of familiar faces, I'm guessing your son has feelings for you too! Do you dare to give it a try?"
Mom said, "How do you suggest I try? I can't go too far, what if it's not like what you say, how can I face my son then!"
I said, "It definitely won't be anything too perverted from the start, how about this! Tomorrow at home, change into a slightly thicker set of pajamas, and don't wear a bra. Pick one out now, just enough to let a little bit of skin see through! If your son is interested in you too, he'll often peek at you."
Mom replied "okay," and then started picking out pajamas. In the end, we settled on a beige cotton set, a bit thick, a winter style. When Mom wore it, two small nipples protruded slightly, and because she wasn't wearing a bra, from the side, you could see the slightly sagging shape of her two large breasts. Mom was a little worried that without a bra, it would be too obvious if she moved even slightly.
I, on the other hand, was very satisfied. I said to her, "Godmother, we've been having online romance for almost half a year, this is the first time you've tried to seduce your own son, don't you think it's exciting?" Sure enough, Mom agreed to wear the dress after hearing that. I told her again, "
Tomorrow you must act naturally, don't be shy, and don't let your son see you observing him, otherwise even if he has the desire, you'll scare him out of his wits!" After giving her a thousand and one instructions, Mom and I agreed to report back the next day!
The next morning, as soon as I opened my eyes, I thought about the feast for my eyes that day, and my "fist" was already raised early. After calming myself down for a while, I got up and went to wash up as if nothing had happened. When I opened the door, I saw Mom brushing her teeth. She was holding a toothbrush in the mirror with one hand on her hip and the other on her hip. Her loose pajamas made her full, teardrop-shaped breasts look even softer, and the nipple on her chest was really eye-catching.
Although I knew she would be dressed like this today, seeing her in person still made my heart race. My eyes were like they were being drawn to a magnet, fixed on that small patch of land on Mom's chest.
Anyway, my goal today was to show I was attracted to my mom, so I didn't hold back at all. After greeting her, I kept staring at her chest! My mom was helpless; she wanted to remind me, but I had already told her online last night to pretend she didn't know anything, so she could only awkwardly brush her teeth in front of the mirror.
You can imagine, a beautiful woman wearing only pajamas and no bra, standing there brushing her teeth, her breasts swaying slightly with each movement of her hand. And standing next to her is her own son, his eyes completely absorbed in admiring his mother's volley of large breasts!
My mom finally finished the longest brushing of her life, and said to me with feigned composure, "I'm going to make breakfast," before leaving the bathroom, leaving me alone to savor the moment! After breakfast, I told my mom I was going to go to the job fair, but actually I just found a quiet place to log into my alternate account, found my mom, and said hello. She quickly replied.
I said, "Godmother, did you wear a bra this morning?" "Mom: 'I'm not wearing any.' I asked, 'How was the effect? Did your son have a nosebleed?' Mom replied, 'He didn't have a nosebleed, but he did have a physical reaction.' Then she told me about what happened that morning.
I was speechless. I did get an erection in the bathroom that morning, but I was wearing pajama bottoms, and I had my hand in the pocket of my pajama bottoms, pressing down on my hard penis. I didn't expect her to notice. Ugh, it's all because my penis is too big…!
I said to my mom, 'See! I told you, your son is full of desire for you.' Mom said, 'Well! I think it's because it was the first time I dressed like this, so he was a little surprised. Besides, don't you men usually have morning erections? It probably has nothing to do with what I was wearing.' My first plan failed, so I came up with another idea and told my mom, 'Why don't you try it again? If the first time was a coincidence, then the second and third time it's inevitable!'
After discussing it with my mom, we finally decided to have her change into a thinner pajama top to make her nipples more obvious!" I originally wanted her to change into a dress with a lower neckline, then deliberately bend over to show me her cleavage, but Mom refused. She was worried that if her son didn't actually have any special feelings for her that morning, it would be too shameless for her to deliberately expose herself!
I rushed home for lunch and almost had a nosebleed when I saw Mom. On QQ, I only asked her to change into a slightly thinner nightgown, but I didn't ask her to send me a picture. Unexpectedly, Mom changed into a white t-shirt! Everyone knows that while other colors might only show nipples, white is more than just that; it makes her nipples almost visible, and since Mom's nipples are slightly darker, the exposure was incredibly obvious.
I have to say, Mom has a real talent for seduction…everything she picks looks like this! Sitting at the table with my mom, I kept glancing at her breasts. She seemed to know I was watching, and whether intentionally or not, she suddenly reached for some food further away, her breasts naturally pressing against the table. Her soft breasts made her thin t-shirt even more transparent, and I could feel her nipples were about to burst forth! It was like something out of an AV! I never imagined I'd trained my mom so well online. After dinner, my
mom went to wash the dishes. The more I thought about what had just happened, the more aroused I became. I told myself I needed to give her a sexual advance, so I went to the kitchen and offered to help her wash the dishes. My mom, probably thinking I still wanted to peek at her, smiled shyly and said, "Okay, but your most important thing right now is to find a job." I declared confidently, "That's nothing! Once I earn money, I'll take you out to eat every day, and you won't have to wash dishes anymore!" My mom laughed happily, "You're not kidding?!" "
I shouted that I was not lying, and like a brother joking, I put one arm around my mother's neck, and the other hand naturally hung down and brushed across my mother's chest. When it passed my mother's left breast, my fingers unintentionally brushed back and forth against my mother's nipple."
I could feel my mother tremble slightly. Of course, for now, it was just a hint, so I casually said, "I'll treat you to dinner when I earn a salary. You can continue washing the dishes today." This joke eased her embarrassment, and amidst her playful teasing, I swaggered back to my bedroom for a nap! That evening, during a chat with my mother, she specifically brought up the matter. I repeatedly emphasized on my alternate account, "Godmother, this was definitely your son's deliberate act. He couldn't resist your temptation today and wanted to have some fun."
My mother was convinced by my assertive tone and messaged me, "I didn't expect that brat to actually feel the same way about me. No wonder he didn't find a girlfriend in college." I replied, "Godmother! I have to ask you seriously. Now that we've confirmed your son's feelings for you, do you want to continue tempting him and gradually have a relationship with him, or do you just want to spend your whole life just talking to me online?"
This question resulted in a long silence from my mother, and I didn't rush her. Ten minutes later, my mother replied with a message: "I would never have thought about this before, but now the seed has been planted in my heart." I almost cheered in the house. After so much effort, I had finally conquered my mother step by step! First, I got her to open up to me online, build mutual trust, and then, through online sleuths, made her increasingly promiscuous! Now, we've finally reached the final step, Mom! Wait for your own son to unlock your potential!
As mentioned above, through my relentless efforts on QQ using a secondary account, I finally induced my mother to start trying to seduce her own son in real life. In my excitement, I selflessly imparted all the inspiration I had gained from incestuous novels and movies over the years to my mother!
I personally prefer the kind of story where the mother uses familial affection as a cover, pretending to be nonchalant while actively seducing her son! So the advice I gave my mom on QQ was all similar, like having her deliberately wear revealing clothes and intentionally exposing her body when she's with her son! I also told her that as the seduction deepened, she should find out her son's sexual preferences and then make corresponding sexual innuendos. Until she had her son completely aroused, she should then initiate sexual relations with him. This way, neither of them would feel awkward, and it would be incredibly exciting! My mom agreed to everything. At that moment, I felt like a devil, meticulously planning this ethical drama. After finishing my conversation with my mom, I told her that I had found a job in another city and would be leaving in a couple of days. I knew I'd be busy at the new job and would have to live in a dormitory, so I probably wouldn't be able to chat with her online as often.
My mom was a little alarmed and said, "That won't do!" "Without your help, how can these plans be implemented?" I comforted her, "Don't worry, your son is already very aroused by you. Just do as I say, and with your charm, winning him over will be a piece of cake!" Actually, the main reason I didn't want to continue chatting with my mother online was that I wanted her to take the initiative. If I had to suggest everything to her beforehand, what would be the excitement?
And so, my blissful life officially began. My mother's clothing at home became simpler and simpler. A while ago she was wearing white t-shirts, but these past few days she's switched to tank tops. Her two large D-cup breasts were wrapped in a small tank top, which was even more alluring than if they were exposed. What's more, these were breasts that weren't restrained by a bra, swaying in front of me every day, which was really irresistible. Actually, I knew I could easily win over my mother now, but I kept telling myself not to rush. One reason was that I really enjoyed the process of my mother seducing me, just like foreplay in sex. Although it wasn't very intense, it was very captivating! The second reason was that I wanted to know how far my mother would go to seduce me. Even during our earlier online sex sessions, I sensed she was suppressing her desires, and I wanted to unleash them all, because simply having sex with her wasn't enough.
As mentioned earlier, my mother's current loungewear consisted of pajama bottoms and a tank top. Anyone who's watched Japanese adult films knows how lewd a woman looks in a tank top without a bra. Her two playful nipples stood out against the light-colored fabric of her tank top, seemingly beckoning me to return to her embrace and suckle them again. Plus, her breasts were shaped like pendulous bellies, and I felt two heavy, watery bags swaying with her every step.
That day, after applying for several new jobs, I went home for dinner. As soon as I entered the door, I saw my mother mopping the floor. Today, she wasn't wearing a vest; instead, she was wearing a cardigan with a very low neckline. At first, I didn't notice anything when I looked at her from the side. But when my mother finished mopping the living room and turned around to clean the hallway, my heart suddenly started racing. My mother was bent over very low, almost at a 90-degree angle to her legs. Her two full breasts were exposed from the large neckline. Her fair and soft breasts were sculpted into a perfect shape by gravity. Her breasts were really big, so they looked very long when they hung down. At the base of those perfect cylinders were two alluring dark red spots.
I was immediately captivated, shamelessly admiring the spring scenery. My mother, after mopping for a while, noticed I was still standing there without changing my shoes. She gave me a questioning look, then realized why her son was staring. Her face quickly turned red, but after a moment, she pretended nothing was wrong and continued mopping. Seeing her attitude, I figured I shouldn't be too hypocritical and continued to gaze at her large breasts. After a while, my mother suddenly walked up to me and said, "Why didn't you change your shoes when you came in? Just standing there like an idiot! Aren't you going to eat? You're not so big, are you? Do you really need your mother to get you slippers?"
I laughed and said, "Yes, I've been tired all morning, Mom, please get me my slippers!" My mother casually remarked that I was too lazy, then squatted down to open the shoe cabinet and get me slippers. She was only a few centimeters away from me, and when she squatted down, she squatted very low, bringing her chest close to her thighs. When she took out the slippers, she deliberately squeezed her breasts with her arms. Her neckline was already low, and with the pressure, her right breast was immediately exposed. After placing the slippers in front of me, she stood up as if nothing had happened and said, "Hurry up and change, then we'll go eat."
At this point, my mother's right breast was completely exposed outside her clothes, and the already large neckline was pressed even opener, making her left breast look like it was about to escape the clothes at any moment. Seeing my mother like this, I really wanted to rip off her clothes, grab her to the table, and start fucking her hard, but I kept pinching my thigh with my fingers in my pocket to remind myself to hold back. I didn't dare look at my mother again; I was afraid that if I looked any longer, pinching my thigh wouldn't help. So, I pretended to be calm and said to my mother, "Okay, I'll go wash my hands and then we'll eat." A flicker of resentment crossed Mom
's eyes, but she said nothing. After washing my face thoroughly with cold water in the bathroom, I came out to find Mom already dressed neatly and eating at the table (after all, she couldn't pretend she wasn't properly dressed forever). Everyone ate quietly; I was trying to calm my restless heart, while Mom was contemplating how to tempt me in a more exciting way…
These past few days, Mom suddenly asked me to teach her how to shop online. Without much thought, I created a Taobao account for her, downloaded Alipay on my phone, briefly explained the shopping process, and then went about my own business. Mom spent the entire afternoon glued to her phone. At first, I thought first-time online shoppers would compare prices, but unexpectedly, after only three days, I started receiving packages. As soon as they arrived, Mom took them to her bedroom, claiming it was a secret. But I sensed something was off; it seemed Mom was up to something again!
On Monday, a company notified me of an interview. After finishing the written test and the interview, it was already afternoon. My tired body and mind were instantly refreshed when I got home because I noticed that my mom had started wearing short skirts. Although they weren't the exaggerated kind that barely covered her underwear, the chances of her accidentally showing too much skin in a skirt at home are definitely much higher than in pajamas! After greeting my mom, I sincerely complimented her, "Mom, you look really beautiful in a skirt!" My mom happily replied, "Thank you for the compliment, son. It's been so hot lately, wearing a skirt keeps me cool." She even playfully twirled her skirt a couple of times as she said this.
Even back when I chatted with my mom online, I had admired her shapely legs many times. Let's start with her skin. Our family has always been well-off, and my mom hasn't done much physical labor. Plus, she takes good care of herself, so her skin is quite fair all over. It might not be as smooth as a young woman's, but it's very elastic. And in her retirement, she's been dancing and doing yoga. These two activities have made her legs look very straight. From behind, her thighs to her ankles form a perfect inverted isosceles triangle. Her hips and thighs are full, and her calves don't have any particularly prominent muscles. Although none of her individual measurements are exceptional, they create a harmonious beauty!
If my mom's upper body gives off a mature woman's allure, then her lower body makes me feel that no matter what position I use or how much force I exert on her, she can accommodate me and cooperate with me… I have to say, my mom is truly the epitome of a mature woman.
I feel like my life is already incredibly stressful. Watching my mom's various revealing poses every day is already irresistible, and I often get a glimpse under her skirt. From the moment Mom started wearing short skirts, her underwear styles increased. At first, whenever she bent over or lay on the sofa, I could see her lace underwear under her skirts. The entire pair was almost transparent, except for the slightly darker area around her pubic area, barely covering her secret. Later, Mom's styles became more varied. Sometimes she wore very thin thongs, the narrow string barely visible beneath her thick pubic hair and full buttocks. Or she would wear completely transparent sheer underwear, revealing what I longed for—a deep, alluring cleavage—beneath her dark pubic hair! Seeing Mom dressed like this every day confirmed my suspicions about her online shopping…
Every day, I was driven to the brink of madness by Mom's allure, so I decided to respond in kind. One day, I said to Mom, "Mom, I'm currently going to job interviews every day, and my rest time is irregular. I can't go to the gym regularly. Could you buy some equipment for the study so I can exercise at home?" My mother agreed without hesitation and even gave me a lot of pocket money to buy equipment. After some shopping, I transformed the study into my own gym. From then on, I would exercise for a while every night. But this wasn't just for exercise; responding to my mother was also one of my purposes.
When I exercised at night, I was usually shirtless, wearing loose but short gym shorts, and I didn't wear underwear at all. Every time my mother passed by the study door, she could see her son's muscular body drenched in sweat. Just showing off my muscles wasn't enough to satisfy me; my purpose was to let my mother see her own son's big penis! That day, I had just finished exercising and was sitting on the sofa watching TV. My mother was also lying on the chaise lounge on the right, watching TV with me. Looking at her large breasts and her two crossed legs from the side, I slowly got aroused. When my mother wasn't paying attention, I used my hand to move my slightly erect penis close to my right leg and pulled up my shorts so that the shorts, which were already short, just reached my upper thigh. Then I leaned back on the sofa and pretended to be asleep, but actually I was squinting and observing my mother. As my erection grew stronger, my thin athletic shorts were stretched taut by my penis, with the entire glans and part of my shaft protruding from the leg, jiggling menacingly towards my mother.
To attract her attention, I deliberately made two snoring noises. My mother turned her head to look at me, and was about to wake me when she suddenly noticed the abnormality of her son's genitals. At first, I was afraid my mother would discover that I was pretending to be asleep, so I kept my eyes tightly closed. After a while, when I slowly opened my eyes, I found that my mother's attention was completely focused on my genitals. I saw her holding her chest with one hand, and whether it was due to surprise or excitement, her two legs, which were already crossed, were pressed even tighter. To achieve the best effect, I pretended to scratch an itch, scratching my right thigh, and then pulled my shorts leg up even further, exposing most of my penis to my mother.
In the past, when we did texting, although I had shown my genitals to her, my mother didn't know that it was her son. And I was afraid that if my mother saw the real penis later, she would be suspicious, so I had always blurred the penis in the photos. This was truly the first time my mother had ever seen her own son's penis. At that moment, I finally realized that actively seducing someone could be just as thrilling. Looking at my mother's dazed eyes, her shy face, and how even her toes were tense with excitement, I felt a tremendous sense of accomplishment.
After a while, I prepared to break free of my feigned sleep mode. I was afraid that if this continued, I would become increasingly agitated and lose control. Just then, my mother slowly moved closer, which startled me. I was afraid she would suddenly do something too outrageous, and I wouldn't be able to handle it. I continued to pretend to be asleep while secretly peeking at her. My mother's expression was conflicted. She was supporting herself on the sofa with one hand, and with the other hand on her chest, tightly clutching her collar, biting her lower lip, as if she was trying her best to control her burning desire. Deep down,
I was also looking forward to it, because we had truly reached the point of climax. Although I really wanted to know how wanton my mother could become to seduce me, I was, after all, a man full of vigor. At this point, being able to continue pretending to be asleep was already my limit.
After Mom got closer, she looked at me for a while, then, as if making up her mind, she brought her face close to my groin. I didn't dare look down, so I couldn't see what she was trying to do. The only thing I could feel was Mom's hot, panting breath spraying onto my penis. At that moment, I was filled with mixed emotions. I longed for Mom to take it in her mouth, I was afraid she would look too closely and discover that her own son was the one she was having sex with, and I kept telling myself to hold back...
Perhaps because I had repeatedly emphasized to Mom online that I should be patient, she ultimately didn't do anything to me. After looking for a while, she went back to her bedroom. I opened my eyes and looked at my penis. Because I was so excited, some fluid had leaked from the urethral opening. I couldn't help but sigh, "Playing with fire gets you burned."
My mother didn't leave her room all afternoon. I was a little afraid she had recognized me, so I quickly logged into my alternate account to test the waters. To my surprise, I found many messages from her. She mainly talked about her recent activities, but her son didn't seem too excited. Then she recounted what happened that day, telling me she almost lost control and really wanted to have sex with him, but was afraid he wouldn't agree, which would damage their relationship…
I was still happy to see that; at least my mother hadn't discovered my plan. So I replied, "Godmother, I'm sorry I haven't been online for so long, I've been too busy lately. First of all, your son couldn't possibly not be excited, because if a son isn't interested in his mother, he would definitely feel disgusted when he sees her so exposed, but your son didn't!"
A while later, my mother replied, "You're finally online! How do you know he wasn't disgusted by me?" I replied, "If he were disgusted, he would definitely have hinted that you should pay attention to your clothing. But you yourself said that whenever you're exposed, your son is actually peeking at you, which proves that he also desires you now!" [Mom: Why doesn't he make any moves? How can I, as his mother, dare to take the initiative if he doesn't react?!] Seeing my chance, I told Mom: [Have you considered that maybe your allure isn't obvious enough? Your son always thinks your exposure is unintentional, so he has the desire but not the courage.] Mom replied: [What mother dresses like this at home every day! If this isn't alluring enough, what more do you want?]
Seeing that Mom was getting a little anxious, I comforted her: [It's not that you're not exposing enough, nor that you lack charm. You forgot what I told you? Every man has his own unique sexual preferences. You'd better find out what type your son likes, and then address that accordingly.] Mom asked: [How do I find out what he likes?] I had already planned my answer to Mom's question: [Your son definitely watches some porn. Look for the porn he's saved on his computer. What type of porn is it? That's what he likes!] Mom: [That's true! But I'm not familiar with computers, how do I find it?] I told my mom, "I'm free tomorrow night. Find a way to get your son away and turn on his computer; I'll teach you how to find it!" After my mom agreed, we chatted for a bit more, and then I said I had to go offline because of work.
After logging off, I went to sit in the living room. A little while later, my mom came out of her bedroom to make dinner. That evening, while eating, she casually asked me what my plans were for the next night. I casually mentioned that I was going to stay at a friend's house for the night, for a get-together. My mom then said, "Okay, be careful!"
If you think about it carefully, she might even wonder why her son always creates opportunities for her when he's not home. But modern mothers are blinded by desire and can't see these problems! After dinner, I immediately went back to my bedroom, turned on my computer, logged into the First Club website, and started selecting the mother-son movies (adult films) I needed for the evening.
My selection criteria were: subtitles, the female lead had to be well-known, and the film must feature the mother seducing her son in various provocative and shameless ways. As long as it met these conditions, I downloaded them all to my computer. In the end, I also specifically downloaded a few European and American hardcore films, which featured busty mature women being brutally fucked and facial-cummed in various perverted positions by men with large penises... After downloading them all, I saved them all in one folder and hid it (I couldn't just leave them on the desktop, otherwise it would look too fake).
After finishing all this, it was already 3 a.m., and with endless longing for a better tomorrow, I quickly fell asleep. The next day passed by as usual. In the afternoon, I said goodbye to my mother and went to the hotel. After comfortably lying in bed, I logged into my alternate QQ account and sent my mother a message: "How's it going? Did you get your son out of the way?"
My mother was probably already waiting for me, so she immediately replied: "My son went out. I'm home alone now!" I said: "Okay, then go and get your son's computer now!" I had already removed the computer password last night, so my mother easily opened the computer. I then asked my mother to open "My Computer" and asked: "Do you see the C drive? That's usually where system files are stored. Are there any other drives?" [Mom: "Besides the C drive, there's only one D drive left."]
[Me: "Then open the D drive, and click File in the top left corner - Options - Show hidden files."] Mom isn't very familiar with computers; it took her quite a while to teach her just how to show hidden files. It made me wonder if I was being redundant by hiding the porn... After finally getting everything sorted out, my mom said, "If your son likes movies with mother-son themes, then the movies he downloads should all have words like 'mother' or 'mom.' You just need to type those two words into the search bar in the top right corner."
After doing that, Mom sent me a message: "I actually found several movies!" [However, all the titles are in Japanese] I said, "Of course! Japan is best at making mother-son movies. Don't rush to watch. Hover your mouse over the movie, right-click, and select 'Open Folder.' You'll see all the movies your son has saved." Mom followed my instructions and opened the folder I had prepared the night before. Inside were not only Japanese incest movies with subtitles, but also domestic mother-son dramas, and wild Hollywood blockbusters... After looking at them, Mom messaged me, "Wow, there are so many! More than twenty! Are these considered mother-son movies?" I said, "How would I know? Why don't you open them one by one and take a look?" Mom said, "Okay, I'll take a look now and chat with you later."
I waited patiently for Mom, but she watched for more than an hour... It seems that Mom was very excited to watch a blockbuster for the first time! But the more excited she was, the better for me. Finally, Mom messaged me, "Are you still there?" I said, "Yes! You've been watching for quite a long time... Are you getting more and more interested in watching?" [Mom] I just glanced at a few, this kid's taste is so perverted, all the mothers in these movies look like street prostitutes...]
I teased, [Godmother, when we had our online sex, weren't you also incredibly wanton...?] Mom sent an awkward emoji and said, [That's different, we're online, and we're not even biological mother and son!] I said, [But your son likes this kind of thing, what can you do?] Mom: [Oh my god! My allure to my son is nothing compared to those women in the movies, it's like a drop in the ocean, I can't possibly act like that towards my son, can I?] I imagined what it would be like if my own mother were like those incest movies, constantly giving me sexual lessons or openly masturbating and begging for sex in front of her son. That would be quite frightening, since movies often exaggerate. So
I told my mom, "It doesn't have to be the same. How about this: you keep watching, finish all the movies your son has saved, and then we can talk about the plots. I'll help you figure out what kind of mother your son likes."
So my mom fast-forwarded through the movies, describing the plots to me. Sometimes she would even send me clips to show me how the mother and son had sex in each movie. When she saw the Chinese series, my mom was very surprised and said to me, "Are there really mothers and sons in China who do this and make it into videos?!" I was almost embarrassed to laugh at her… When we finally watched some American and European films, my mom was completely captivated by the wild actions and perverse positions. She kept telling me she never imagined there could be so many variations of sex, and then marveled at how the women in those films could endure such intense sex (some of the American and European films I downloaded featured anal sex, or the kind where a black guy violently fucks a white guy…). After listening, I said to my mom, "It seems your son really likes this macho style of sex. You'll be in for a treat when you actually have sex with him!" My mom
replied, "I took a close look at my son's penis last time, and it's really quite big. While not as exaggerated as these foreign men's, it's not much smaller. If he did that to me, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to handle it." I quickly said, "No way! Mature women are very resilient, and you exercise and do yoga regularly. You'll definitely make your son feel great!" The more Mom and I talked, the more passionate we became. I also found watching porn with Mom and discussing the plots incredibly exciting. I secretly made up my mind that once I actually made love to Mom, I would download a few extremely lewd movies and play them in the living room while studying with her!
Before I knew it, we had been talking for over three hours, and we had roughly watched all the movies. I said to Mom, "I roughly know what kind of movies your son likes!" Mom sent a speechless emoji and said, "I know too, as long as they're sexy enough, that's fine!" I laughed and replied, "No, your son does like sexy mothers, but he also likes perverted mothers!" [Mom] [What do you mean? Stop being so mysterious, tell me the details.]
[First of all, the mom he likes has to be sexy enough, like in the movies. Exposing herself in various ways isn't enough; she has to seduce him physically and mentally. She has to deliberately get close to his body and occasionally say some lewd things. She also has to go a step further in terms of clothing. Besides short skirts and tank tops, she can try stockings, high heels, and uniforms. And I suggest that if you're going to seduce him, go all the way and don't even wear underwear! Secondly, let me tell you why I say he likes obsessed moms. Have you noticed that the moms in movies expose themselves in ways that we find unbelievable in real life, or have relationships with their sons? Like forgetting to put on clothes and chatting with their sons without realizing it, or accidentally falling on top of their sons and inexplicably letting their sons' penises into their vaginas.] These things are impossible in reality, but your son loves watching them, which proves he craves this kind of plot. So you need to act like those infatuated mothers in movies for your son. If you do that, your son will definitely experience the thrill of a dream come true, and it will prove you've succeeded!
After typing all this in one breath, I felt like a genius. If I could really convince my mother to appear in my life like those characters in movies, I felt like I'd be as happy as the male lead in a porn film…
My mother replied after a while, “How can I possibly act out those scenes in real life? I'd be so embarrassed!” I comforted her, “If your son feels uncomfortable, then of course he will be embarrassed. But we've already determined that he likes this kind of thing. If you're a little thick-skinned, your son will definitely enjoy it!” My mother asked, “Then how can I act like a seductive, infatuated mother?” [
I don't really have a specific method, but basically, you have to deliberately expose more of your body, deliberately not wear enough clothes to expose your entire breast, or simply expose your entire genitals in front of your son. Then you must act as if nothing is wrong and live a normal life with your son, regardless of whether his eyes are staring at you, or even if he comes to you and tries to have some physical contact with you under some pretext, don't panic, just act like it's normal. In short, treat your son like a child who is only a few years old, and don't pay attention to your words and actions in front of him, and don't care about his words and actions either.] Mom: [This is too difficult.]
I said, "Everything is difficult at the beginning. You'll gradually get used to it, and maybe you'll even like it. And think about those Hollywood movies—once you and your son actually have sex, you two will make love like the protagonists in those films!" Just as I guessed, Mom really liked the wild sex scenes in Hollywood movies, so after hearing what I said, her reply was much more conciliatory. She said, "I'll try my best, but I can't keep tempting him like this forever. What if he's still like before? I'll be dying of thirst!"
I laughed and said, "Don't rush it! Don't worry, I'm 100% confident. If you play the role of a seductive and infatuated mother well, it won't be long before your son falls head over heels for you. Didn't I tell you before that you must take the initiative to have sex with your son first? Don't forget that! When your son is tempted and can't control himself, I think he'll definitely try to violate you in some ways. At that time, you can boldly and confidently have sex with him!" After listening, Mom agreed to everything. Finally, I suggested she copy all the movies to her own computer and periodically check her son's computer to see if any new pornographic films had been downloaded, hoping to find inspiration for her own eroticism!
That night, after our conversation, Mom and I had another round of texting. The hours we spent discussing pornographic films had already aroused both of us. However, this time, the texting didn't give me a sense of release. Every time I thought about being able to have sex with this seductive, slutty woman I had personally trained, I felt it was so unsatisfying to just masturbate in front of her! Mom, I'm looking forward to your performance!!!
The following is the main text: Hello everyone, it's been a long time. More than a month has passed, and I've finally finished most of my work and am ready to come back and continue updating. First of all, thank you all for your support. I've seen many replies and comments, which I will read one by one. Some people have raised some questions, so I'll explain a little: First, some people said there are bugs, such as what happens to the voice when using a secondary account to voice chat with Mom. Because I saw voice-changing software being sold online before, I thought of using video and voice chat. Secondly, the mother's emotional changes seem too rapid, making the story feel somewhat unrealistic. There are several reasons for this: Firstly, the mother in the story and her son (using a secondary account) have been engaged in online sexual intercourse for a year. Think about it: a respectable woman starting with online dating, gradually exposing herself online, and eventually posting lewd photos and making lewd voice messages—this indicates that she is initially very repressed and also craves this kind of alternative stimulation. I've previously engaged in online sexual intercourse with mature women, some of whom had never had a relationship with a man other than their husbands, and I gradually "trained" them to be very lewd… Furthermore, given my limited writing skills, I can't really write it vividly, so readers might not feel the sense of a year-long time span, and thus find the mother's emotional changes too rapid. Actually, I drew inspiration from real-life experiences and true stories told to me by netizens. Besides, it's just a random story, meant to be entertaining!
As mentioned above, to get the mother to seduce me in the way I wanted, I went to great lengths to induce her to watch porn on my computer, hoping to enjoy the exaggerated scenes depicted. The next day, after returning home, I continued my life with my mother as usual. Initially, I was also looking forward to seeing how she would interact with her son after watching the porn I had saved. However, after a few days, I noticed that although my mother was exposing herself more often at home than before, it was still far from the level depicted in porn! But thinking about it, it makes sense; a mother is a mother, after all, and she couldn't really disregard her dignity like that! If the son's feelings for his mother in incestuous relationships are primarily lust, then the mother's feelings for her son are definitely more about love. Therefore, her identity constrains her behavior. Perhaps only by truly breaking down that barrier with her own son will her desires be fully released! Having figured this out, I decided to switch from defense to offense. Before openly having sex with her, I needed to properly arouse her desire!
That morning, I woke up groggily and saw my mother making breakfast in the kitchen. Because I always slept naked, I was completely naked at that moment, and a wicked thought suddenly popped into my head… [Mom, what's for breakfast?!] Pretending to be half-asleep, I stood in the bedroom doorway and called out to the kitchen. My mother instinctively turned around and said, "Fried...buns." Her son was naked, his large penis erect from morning erection. My mother paused for a second or two, then turned away and continued telling me what to have for breakfast, probably to avoid embarrassment… But of course, I wasn't going to let her off so easily. I continued to pretend to be half-asleep, slowly strolling to the kitchen. Watching my mother's voluptuous figure, her large buttocks jiggling with her cooking movements, made my already slightly excited heart even more aroused. Slowly walking behind my mother, I asked lazily, "Mom! How much longer until dinner? I'm hungry." "Mom replied, 'We'll have to wait a little longer, just bear with it.' By then, I had already moved behind her. Her tight-fitting vest outlined the curves of her back. It was clear that she was still not wearing a bra today. From the side, I could see her heavy breasts stretching the vest into an alluring arc, her nipples particularly prominent, almost as if they were about to burst through the fabric. Perhaps from the moment Mom saw her son completely naked, she was already prepared to mate! I leaned forward, deliberately pressing my hard penis against Mom's waist, and asked, 'Is there anything to eat? Let me try some!' I could feel Mom's body stiffen noticeably. She pretended to be calm and pointed to a plate of cooked food next to her, indicating that she should eat that first." I was secretly delighted. It seemed Mom was too excited to speak. I decided to take it a step further. As I went to get the plate of cooked food, I slightly squatted down, letting my penis slide between Mom's fleshy buttocks. After placing the plate on the table, I thrust it upwards forcefully. This up-and-down motion was incredibly stimulating for Mom... She actually let out a long-suppressed moan, a short but incredibly seductive sound, like an aphrodisiac injected into my heart. At that moment, I wanted to abandon the rest of my plans and go straight to bed with Mom. But that alone couldn't satisfy my desire. Thinking about all the effort I had put in to get to this point, I pinched my thigh to pull my penis out of that warm, moist crevice...
At breakfast, Mom and I didn't talk much. After quickly finishing my meal, I told her that I had been accepted to several jobs and had to go for interviews, so I wouldn't be home for lunch. Throughout the morning's interview, I often reminisced about the beautiful spring sunshine, and fantasized about my mother at home, how she might use her fingers to soothe her body... Sometimes I wondered how far my relationship with my mother should go before I would take the plunge. I was conflicted about this. On one hand, I desperately wanted to mold my mother into a slut who could satisfy all my desires, but on the other hand, I kept telling myself that she was, after all, a mother. Although she was willing to have sex with her son out of desire, she wouldn't seduce him without any limits for the sake of her dignity. Perhaps it would be better to slowly mold her after we actually had sex!
In the following days, I was busy with job interviews during the day, and when I got home at night, I would try to flirt with my mother. Sometimes I would make overly intimate physical contact, and other times I would deliberately wear very little clothing and work out in front of her... In short, I did my best to fill the house with the scent of hormones. After being teased by me a few times, my mother slowly began to get into character, becoming more and more like a wanton and infatuated mother. One afternoon, I came home and saw my mother tidying up the table to prepare dinner. She was wearing a tight-fitting dark t-shirt and a very short athletic skirt. As we all know, most women wear safety shorts or tight-fitting cropped athletic pants when wearing athletic skirts, but my mother was much more seductive. The skirt barely covered her full buttocks, and her two firm and straight thighs perfectly showcased the unique charm of a mature woman. Seeing her outfit instantly aroused my interest, and I couldn't resist the urge to go up and chat. I walked behind my mother, gently placing my hands on her shoulders, my lower body pressed tightly against her waist and hips. While massaging her shoulders, I told her she'd worked hard cooking, and of course, my lower body didn't stop moving, slowly massaging her ample buttocks up and down along with my hands. My mother was no longer caught off guard by my little actions. She naturally turned around, casually lifting her buttocks and sitting sideways on the table, her right leg slightly extended forward, hooking around my calf, as if hoping I would pull her close. My mother looked at me nonchalantly and said, "You've worked so hard, leaving early and coming home late every day to find a job. How about I treat you tonight?" At that moment, my understanding of "treat" was filled with fantasies. A mother's reward for her son can take many forms, but at that moment, I hoped for the most perverse and unbelievable kind. The reason I thought this was not only because of our current position, but also because my mother was wearing a short skirt and sitting diagonally on the dining table with her legs spread wide, exposing her private area. Although she wasn't completely naked from the waist down, she was practically naked. A pair of black lingerie barely covered her thick pubic hair, and through the diamond-shaped cutouts, I could vaguely see her plump labia. Although this wasn't the first time I'd seen my mother's genitals, it was certainly the first time I'd openly observed them under her gaze. My penis throbbed and straightened. Even though I was wearing athletic shorts, I was sure my mother could clearly see that her son was erect! And so, without any embarrassment, my mother continued chatting with me, asking how my job application went and which company I preferred. Shamelessly, I stared at her genitals while half-heartedly answering her questions. When I told my mother I'd basically landed a good job and could start next week, she excitedly opened her arms, hooking my right leg and pulling me into her embrace. I hadn't expected her to be so excited, so I lost my balance and pushed her down onto the table. To maintain my balance, my right hand completely covered her large breasts, the soft flesh enveloping my palm, making her erect nipples particularly prominent! My mother seemed completely oblivious to the intimacy between herself and her son, continuing to cheer for my job search as if she knew nothing. It seemed she was truly suited to playing the role of a doting mother… Lying in my mother's arms, I secretly decided that tonight I would take the next step!
After dinner, to celebrate, I suggested a few drinks. This obvious tactic, of course, made my mother suspicious! So when she heard my suggestion, she paused for a moment, then immediately agreed, bringing over two bottles of red wine with a seductive smile. My mother has a high alcohol tolerance, while I inherited it from my father. After a few drinks, my face turns red and my neck becomes thick, but relying on my good health, I still frequently toast my mother. Probably realizing my limited alcohol tolerance and afraid I'd really get drunk, after another drink, my mother told me she was dizzy from drinking too much and needed to go to sleep. Watching her feign drunkenness deepened my shame about my own drinking capacity… That night, to maintain a good state, I rested for a while, then took a cold shower and quietly pushed open my mother's bedroom door. To avoid seeming too fake, I even softly called out "Mom" as I entered. Of course, there was only silence in response. Even before entering, I had already planned my actions for the night. First, I absolutely couldn't put my penis inside my mother's vagina, because what I most looked forward to was how a mother would have her first sexual experience with her son! Second, besides not having direct intercourse with her, I wanted to properly violate my mother's body. I slowly walked from the doorway to the foot of the bed. In the dim light from the window, I saw that my mother was only wearing a thin vest, and her two nipples were particularly prominent. Although I had already guessed that my mother was pretending to be asleep, I was still incredibly excited when I saw how erect her nipples were. All that effort, all that teasing of my mother, was ultimately for the purpose of making love with her without any restraint. But these experiences were truly worth remembering for a long time! Under the cover of night, and under the self-hypnosis of pretending to be asleep, my mother had truly abandoned her maternal dignity today. She was lying flat on the bed, only slightly covered by the blanket. The thin vest could not hide her breasts, which were wide open to the sides because they were too full. My mother's lower body was even more lewd. Tonight, my mother was not wearing underwear. Her left leg was flat on the bed, while her right leg was curled up against the wall. Her legs were not very wide open, but because one leg was curled up, it was wide open! From my angle, my mother's thick pubic hair seemed to have a magical attraction for me. Anyway, Mom was pretending to be asleep tonight so her son could play with her, so as long as I didn't go too far and just pretended not to know what was going on, she definitely wouldn't wake up. Having figured this out, I slowly climbed onto Mom's bed, pressing my face close to her legs. I'd heard that mature women have a stronger odor, and it was true. Although Mom had showered, as soon as I got close to her genitals, I could smell a faint scent of shower gel mixed with the unique musky smell of a mature woman. This scent strongly stimulated my senses, and since it came from my own mother, I immediately had the urge to give her oral sex. Without further ado, I first slowly breathed warm air onto Mom's genitals with my nose. This was a warning, a reminder of what I was about to do. Mom probably thought her son was just having a little fun tonight, so when I breathed on her genitals… My mother visibly tensed her legs, but I pretended not to notice and continued what I was doing. After catching my breath a few times, I slowly brought my mouth close to my mother's vulva, lightly touching her labia with my lips. As mentioned before, my mother's labia were very thick, so I used my tongue to scrape back and forth between them. Then, I gently rolled the left labia with my tongue and took it all into my mouth. The labia in my mouth were as smooth as clam meat. I circled my tongue around it while gently sucking on my mother's labia majora. After doing this a few times, I moved to the other labia and continued my work. By this time, my mother's vagina had secreted a lot of vaginal fluid, and the original musky smell was even stronger. Without hesitation, I stuck out my entire tongue and swept it around my mother's vaginal opening like a pamphlet, then immediately opened my mouth and covered her entire vulva, continuing to lick my mother's labia majora and minora up and down and side to side with my tongue. Occasionally, I would forcefully lick my tongue into my mother's vagina. My saliva, mixed with her vaginal fluids, had already soaked the sheets below, while Mom was trying her best to control herself. Her legs were spread wide apart, her feet forming an "M" shape on the bed. I guessed that she was probably covering her mouth with her hand to avoid making a sound, but one of us pretended to be asleep, and the other pretended not to see, so this lewd scene continued to unfold. After giving Mom oral sex for almost five minutes, I began to attack a woman's most sensitive spot—the clitoris! I slowly teased the erect clitoris with my tongue, first licking it up and down, then taking the entire clitoris into my mouth and continuing to circle it with my tongue. As I licked faster and faster, the quiet night was occasionally punctuated by the sound of water. Suddenly, Mom tensed her legs, her buttocks slightly raised, and a man's unique intuition told me that Mom had orgasmed! No matter how much Mom tried to suppress it, she couldn't hide a woman's excitement. However, Mom did a good job of hiding it; she didn't make a sound. I slowed down the intensity of my oral sex, secretly resolving that next time I would make Mom fully release her desire.

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