My Beautiful Headmistress Mom - Chapter Thirty-Eight

Author: biohazrd
May 30, 2017
Published: First Publication: Yes
From now on, my verified pen name is 【心慯憾淨】
Chapter 38: Mom is Back
【Note before the chapter: I considered this chapter for a long time, and decided to speed up the pace, so
please forgive any discrepancies】
That morning, I stayed home. It wasn't that I didn't want to go out; in fact, ever since that day with Aunt Wen
, I'd been craving more, wanting to go see her again. Unfortunately,
Aunt Wen had been away on business these past few days, and even if she rushed back to see me, I had classes, so
our schedules completely clashed. As a result, I still haven't been able to continue our relationship.
To make matters worse, it was the weekend, and Aunt Wen was back. I finally had a chance to go see her.
But then a phone call came in, informing me that my mother was coming back today. My heart was racing with countless thoughts
. It wasn't that I didn't want to see my mother; on the contrary, she had been away on a business trip for so long, and I missed her terribly. But here's the problem: missing her is one thing, but compared to Aunt Wen, my mother is someone I can 　　only look at but not touch.
Aunt Wen is much more enjoyable to have sex with. 　　So, I could only obediently stay home, take a bitter melon from the refrigerator, take a bite, and 　　swallow my bitter tears. 　　"Ding-dong—" 　　About half an hour later, the doorbell rang, and I went to open the door. My mother, dressed in 　　a formal suit, dragged her suitcase in, looking travel-worn, eager to return to this long-missed 　　home. 　　"Xiao Feng!" As soon as she saw me, she rushed over excitedly to hug me. 　　"Xiaofeng, Mom missed you so much." 　　"I missed you too, Mom." 　　My mother and I were like lovers separated for a long time, embracing each other tightly, feeling each other's body temperature, 　　feeling each other's heartbeats, and appreciating this hard-won reunion. It seemed that a thousand words were contained in this kiss. 　　My mother did not resist at all, letting me stir her tongue. Perhaps it was because we had not seen each other for so long. Unable to resist my 　　teasing, my mother became more proactive than me. Her nimble tongue slid over the back of my tongue, constantly brushing back and forth on my gums 　　. 　　The slowly tingling and fragrant juice flowed into my mouth, making my Adam's apple bob for no reason . 　　I held my mother's hot and delicate body, and my hands unconsciously wandered over my mother's body. Although my mother was still 　　wearing the old-fashioned suit, the rough and frosty texture could not erase the beauty and fullness of my mother's body. Especially 　　when my hands slid over my mother's pert buttocks, the feel was absolutely wonderful. The long-lost 　　fragrance of my mother, like the ephemeral beauty of a night-blooming cereus, wafted through my nose and reached my pituitary gland, stimulating me to the point where I wanted to take her 　　right there and then. 　　Although I restrained my impulse, my lower body still couldn't resist getting hard. I accidentally pressed against 　　my mother's stomach, and the heat, even through several layers of clothing, made 　　her eyelids twitch as we were passionately kissing. Then, feeling an indescribable sensation as my "stick" pressed against her, 　　she pushed me away, still enjoying the sight of her plump flesh. She gave me a reproachful look, "You naughty boy, Mom's only just back and you're 　　already thinking about all sorts of things, you..." 　　"It's because Mom was away on a business trip for so long, I missed her so much..." I had no 　　awareness of having done anything indecent to my mother; instead, I pouted like a child, playfully complaining about her long absence. 　　Obviously, Mom wasn't buying it. "Missing Mom? Who knows what part of Mom you're missing, hmph 　　." 　　"Hurry up and help Mom drag her luggage back to her room." 　　"Okay." 　　Although Mom was ordering me around in a commanding tone, I felt an inexplicable joy 　　. Who would have thought that my strict mother, who used to beat and scold me, would now act like a lovestruck woman, flirting with me 　　and letting me kiss and touch her? Six months ago, I wouldn't have dared to even imagine such a thing. 　　"Xiaofeng, where's your deadbeat dad?" 　　As soon as I put my luggage away and stepped out of Mom's room, she asked me. 　　I hesitated slightly and said, "Uh… Mom, you know Dad didn't know you were coming back today, 　　so…" 　　It was intentional, absolutely intentional. It would be a lie to say I said that without ulterior motives. Yes, 　　I did want to make Mom even more disappointed in Dad, because only then would I have a greater opportunity. 　　Thinking back, every time Mom was very open with me, wasn't it because of something going on with Dad? So, only by undermining 　　Dad's position in Mom's heart could I gain greater benefits. Actually, if I were kind, 　　I would have had plenty of time to notify Dad to come back before Mom returned, but I didn't 　　. I wanted this effect. 　　Hehe, I've unknowingly become so cunning. 　　Sure enough, Mom got angry, gave a cold snort, and continued to ask, "After I left, 　　did your dad cook for you on time?" 　　"Yes, he did, but he only comes back around mealtimes every day, sometimes not until almost 1:30 PM 　　, and he often stays up all night and doesn't come back until the next day." Dad, I'm sorry, I was just 　　telling the truth. I maliciously betrayed Dad like that. 　　Mom didn't say anything, nor did she scold Dad; her face was stern, almost dripping with anger. 　　Based on my past experience of angering Mom countless times, I knew this was the true sign of her fury. Now that 　　Dad's in trouble, I couldn't help but feel a surge of schadenfreude. And knowing Dad was in trouble made me happy 　　... 　　Dad, you sacrificed your own happiness for mine. Forgive me, Dad, God will protect you, Amen. 　　"Xiaofeng, what do you want for lunch? Mom will make it for you." 　　Even though Mom's face was dark and her tone wasn't very friendly, she still rolled up her sleeves and went into the kitchen. 　　That's one good thing about Mom; she's clear about right and wrong and won't vent her resentment towards Dad on others. But I...

I also felt it was because my relationship with my mother was now special. Otherwise, even if she didn't get angry with me,
she definitely wouldn't give me a kind look when she was in a bad mood, let alone cook for me.
Just for this reason alone, even if it wasn't for my love for my mother, but for my comfortable life, I had to
make my mother my woman. Only then would my mother be kind to me, and I enjoyed that feeling.
"I don't want to eat anything, but I really want to eat Mom,"
I said, a little carried away, blurting out a sentence without thinking. Only after saying it did I realize
, oh dear, what did I just say? Am I stupid? How could I say such a thing to my mother?
Just when I thought my mother would get angry and scold me, she suddenly asked, "
When does your father usually come home?"
Although I didn't understand, I still answered, "Around eleven o'clock."
Mom glanced at the clock on the living room wall; the hands were at 10:15. She made
me hesitate for a moment, my eyes darting around, a troubled expression on my face, as if I were making a
difficult decision.
"Go to your room—"
Hearing Mom's words, my eyes widened. What had she just said? Go to my room? And
in such an ambiguous atmosphere? Could it be that I could finally have sex with Mom today? I hadn't expected to lose
the chance to be intimate with Aunt Wen, but instead get Mom. Was this a case of "a blessing in disguise"?
I subconsciously swallowed, following Mom quickly towards my room. I was starting to feel
impatient…
but would things really go so smoothly?
Mom entered the room first and sat on my bed, looking at me with a complicated expression. Then,
with her back to me, she began to take off her top, until she removed the undershirt under her suit jacket, leaving only a black bra
. The clasp seemed precariously held up against her bare breasts.
However, Mom stopped what she was doing and showed no intention of taking off her skirt. I thought anxiously, "
Why aren't you taking it off? Keep going!" My eyes were glued to Mom's chest, never leaving it.
"Mom heard you did well on the monthly exam, you were in the top ten in your class. I didn't expect you
to study so diligently even when I wasn't home supervising you. I'm so proud of you," Mom said, patting
her chest. "Before, you little rascal, you were always secretly rubbing against my chest, or deliberately
taking advantage of me. This is a reward for you, let you have your way."
I was taken aback. "Uh, Mom, how did you know? Weren't you away on a business trip?"
"Even though Mom wasn't at school, I know everything that happens there, especially about you
. I have plenty of ways to find out. Hmm, let's see if you dare to do anything bad at school again."
"Isn't it just those sycophantic teachers? All they do is fawn over you and tattle on me," I immediately
thought of the teachers' faces at school and pouted.
"Mom gave the order. What? You're not happy about it?"
"How could I be? Of course I'm happy. I'll resolutely obey the Party and Mom's instructions."
Mom rolled her eyes when she saw me suddenly become timid. But joking with me helped
to lessen the embarrassment of showing my breasts to me and the shame of being a mother.
Although my relationship with Mom is now very close, I've touched and seen many parts of her body, and we've
even actually had sex once. We've long since crossed the line that a normal mother and son can tolerate. But
a mother is a mother, after all. Even an ordinary woman would
feel shy about undressing in front of the man she loves, let alone a mother.
I believe it took immense courage for her to do this in front of her son, which is why I was so surprised.
For such an extremely conservative and traditional woman as my mother to expose her breasts in front of her son
and even offer to let me touch them is more unbelievable than incredible; it can only be described as a miracle
. I was very happy and moved, proving that my efforts hadn't been in vain. I think I finally
have a place in my mother's heart, and not just as a son. Even if it was just a brief reunion
, I was truly touched that my mother did this for me.
I walked lightly to my mother's side. My burning gaze made her blush slightly, and
she turned her head away shyly. "You brat, keep looking, or I'll leave!"
"Hehe," I chuckled, pulling her into my arms. "Who else would I look at if not my mom who's so beautiful
?"
Hearing my words, my mother felt a surge of sweetness, but outwardly remained calm, gently flicking my forehead.
"You're just teasing your mother. I'm getting old. You think I don't know? Back
when I was the discipline master, you little rascals secretly called me the Extinction Old Witch, the Old Man with the Pincers.
" "No way! Even if others said that, I definitely didn't," I said, placing my hand on my mother's full breasts.
Although there was a cotton bra between us, the soft feel couldn't be blocked by it. The
deep cleavage of her breasts, accentuated by the bra, made me want to bury my face
in it for a moment.
"Oh? Really not?" Enduring the tingling sensation from my kneading of her breasts, Mom
blinked her large, watery eyes at me, as if she could see right through me.
Her eyes pierced my heart, making me feel guilty. I couldn't help but admit,
"Okay, I did secretly moan a couple of times, but that was because I was so ignorant and foolish back then,
completely oblivious to the beauty of my mother."
I cupped Mom's two large, white breasts, my tone ingratiating: "Mom's breasts are so big
and firm, what young girl can compare?"
A blush rose on Mom's neck, and she gently slapped my forehead, her expression shy
. "You brat, who gave you the guts to compare your mother's...mother's breasts like that..."
Although Mom seemed embarrassed and angry, the smile in her eyes betrayed her.
"It's nothing, Mom. Look at your skin, so smooth and supple, like a newborn baby
's. You can't even find a wrinkle on your face. Where do you look old? Mom, you're showing off
—oh—that'll get you struck by lightning!"
"Show off my ass! If anyone's going to be struck by lightning, it'll be you, you little
brat who's always thinking about your mother's health. You've really grown up, daring to tease your own mother now. Haven't I scolded you in a while, are you itching for a beating?"
"No, no, I'm not itching at all," I subconsciously waved my hand, not wanting to think I
was faking it or flirting with Mom. In fact, the moment Mom showed even a hint of fierceness, the moment I heard she was about to
scold me, the image of my domineering mother, long ingrained in my mind, immediately made me cower like a conditioned reflex. I
angrily denounced myself for being so weak; why could I never muster even a shred of manly pride in front of my mother?
"I was just telling the truth,"
Mom said, a hint of helplessness in her voice as she saw him back down. She knew this was all related to her past image,
and changing it wouldn't be easy. She was a woman, and there was no doubt she loved her son.
As a woman, she was happy when a man treated her gently, but sometimes she longed for
him to be firm, strong enough to shock and conquer her heart, crushing her gentleness
and reserve.
Unfortunately, Dad's personality destined him to never be able to be assertive in front of Mom, which was why she
sincerely hoped I wouldn't follow in his footsteps and become as useless as him, even in my personality.
It's not hard to see how negatively Mom viewed Dad. Yet, subconsciously, Mom
already considered me her man, and as her man, she naturally hoped I would become the ideal
man in her eyes.
Kneading my mother's enormous breasts, I felt incredibly good, but there was always something unsettling me. This
was a rare opportunity; my mother was willing to let me touch her, so how could I just let her touch me through her bra? So, I
quietly reached behind her and fiddled around for a bit, unhooking her bra.
The black lace bra that had been covering her snow-white breasts fell off, and now her breasts were free of the bra's restraint, her upper
body completely exposed before me.
Strangely, my mother didn't stop me or say anything; she seemed to accept my actions. Was I
dreaming? What was wrong with my mother today? Had she taken the wrong medicine?
Although it seemed unbelievable, I quickly dismissed those thoughts, because my mother's breasts were simply too alluring
. Her smooth, white skin, delicate collarbones, flat stomach without an ounce of fat, mature and voluptuous figure —this body of a mature woman, possessed only through the passage of time, 　　was incomparable
to any young woman .
Two bright red cherries floated in the air, her firm, full breasts swollen and plump, like two large fleshy balls that had fallen into the air without drooping. If Newton saw this, would he doubt 　　the validity of
his law of universal gravitation? But even if he wanted to see, I wouldn't let him. My mother's beautiful figure belonged only 　　to me, and I would fight anyone who dared to touch it. 　　At that moment, I couldn't hold back any longer. My eager hands had already impatiently grasped my mother's huge breasts. This 　　seemed to be the first time I had seen my mother's breasts so openly. My mind automatically filtered through the images of the big-breasted AV actresses I had seen with Fatty Xu 　　, and I found that none of them could compare to my mother's. It was because many of those actresses had 　　breast augmentation or implants that they couldn't compare to my mother's natural breasts. Although I didn't know 　　what those big-breasted actresses felt like, I thought none of them were as elastic and soft as my mother's. Completely different from Aunt Wen's 　　, which felt soft and supple, my mother's breasts were incredibly elastic. No matter what 　　shape they changed, they would instantly spring back to their original shape the moment I let go. The feeling of holding them was indescribably fluffy; 　　words could hardly describe the sensation. 　　This was the place that had nurtured me and made me grow up… 　　I felt as if I were under a spell, opening my mouth and biting one of my mother's beautiful breasts. I found that every time I saw my mother's 　　body, I felt a strange madness, as if I wanted to devour her, to make her my possession forever 　　. The sweet, milky fragrance seeped into my mouth; my tongue, my teeth, my jawbone 　　, my entire being felt a blissful sensation, like a divine awakening, from the touch of my mother's nipple. 　　Suddenly, my mother, her breasts mangled from my kneading, looked at me with a very complex gaze, as if 　　I wasn't kneading her breasts at all. Her gentle, watery eyes constantly shifted in color, but the person in her eyes 　　remained unchanged, lingering there. 　　During her business trip, without her son by her side, Chen Shuxian thought a lot. She didn't know if she 　　should continue this relationship with him; if things continued this way, they would eventually cross that line. 　　She was aware of her son's previous actions towards her, and she could 　　feel his distorted love for her. Honestly, after everything that had happened, it was impossible for her not to have those feelings for her son. 　　She loved Xiaofeng; yes, she loved her son. That inner turmoil—before, with her son Xiaofeng always 　　by her side, Chen Shuxian hadn't really noticed it. It wasn't until this business trip, separating them, that Chen Shuxian 　　realized her son already held a place in her heart, no longer just a simple mother-son connection, but a deep 　　longing. While the business trip was undoubtedly a prestigious opportunity for professional development, it was also a chance to build connections. 　　Those who went there to "gild their resumes" were often people about to become high-ranking officials but lacked the qualifications. They had powerful connections and backers, 　　and while it was called "gilding their resumes," the real purpose was to build connections in officialdom. This was the true aim of their so-called "learning." 　　Of course, there were also their own cliques within the system. After all, different factions exist in officialdom, with both opposition and alliances. Chen 　　Shuxian, without connections or background, was caught in this murky water, 　　dealing with all sorts of smiling tigers and engaging in insincere interactions every day. 　　She was exhausted. Almost every day, Chen Shuxian dragged her weary body back to the hotel, completely drained.

Strength was being strained, and at that moment, she truly wished her son were by her side, offering her a broad shoulder to lean on.
Every time this happened, she felt ashamed; in her most needed moment, she thought
not of her husband, but of her son. Accustomed to having her son by her side, the sudden absence
left her feeling empty. Chen Shuxian lay alone in the quiet hotel room, the bed empty except for her
.
At these times, her son's mischievous smile would always appear before her eyes, a seemingly foolish grin masking
his groping of her breasts and her tender buttocks. But when
she sensed something was amiss and tried to slap his hands away, she found him vanished from her
sight, leaving her alone in the room once more. She
was lost.
She began to feel anxious and insecure.
She had tried leaving home before. Due to school education conferences, Chen Shuxian often
went on business trips, sometimes for a few days, sometimes for several weeks. But never before had she
worried about her son, Xiaofeng, to the point of sleepless nights.
She wondered if he was behaving well, if he was being naughty, if he was eating and dressing properly, and even if he was getting too close to the young girls at school
, forgetting about his mother…
Countless nights, Chen Shuxian longed to fly home immediately to be with her beloved son. But when she actually returned
, facing her son's ardent gaze, Chen Shuxian hesitated. She couldn't overcome her inner hurdle; she could
n't suppress her love for her son, but the blood ties between mother and son could never be severed, and besides, she was still
her father's wife.
The biggest obstacle to her mother's progress, the transgression of social norms, was unexpectedly overcome by a chance encounter
. Although she couldn't accept it afterward, it softened her stance considerably. The biggest
obstacle for Mom now is her lingering guilt towards Dad, and the pangs of conscience and morality within her
.
She no longer knows whether this indulgence is right or wrong; perhaps it truly is her
fate as a mother and mine as her son.
Glancing at me, who was passionately suckling her nipple, Mom smiled with relief. Taking advantage of this brief
reunion, she decided to listen to her heart once more, and strive for our happiness. Regardless
of the future, she had already experienced regret once, but at least this time she wanted to seize the opportunity.
Savoring the sweet taste of Mom's milk, I didn't know what she was thinking in that brief moment. I only
knew that I was happy at that moment. I had never imagined I could hold Mom's breasts like this,
openly rubbing those magnificent breasts in front of her. Thinking of Mom's past strictness towards me, I was now squeezing
her breasts, and there was nothing between us—a completely naked and intimate contact. The soft flesh of her breasts
changed shape countless times in my palms. Unlike some SM scenes in AVs where I brutally and cruelly
pinched and squeezed the actress's breasts, I gently caressed my mother's large breasts. Under my tender caresses
, my mother's expression, which had been unmoved at first, slowly began to change. Although not as
exaggerated as in AV films, she did show slight movements.
Clearly, my mother was reacting to my touch. Seeing this, I raised an eyebrow, wondering if I should go further
and test her limits this time. But what if I angered her? Then I might
not even be able to touch her breasts anymore. It was better to enjoy her large, plump breasts as they were.
I raised my head slightly and saw my mother's face flushed, her eyes closed, enduring a certain physical sensation,
trying not to make any shameful sounds in front of her son. A thought flashed through my mind. I released one of the breasts that I
couldn't stop lingering on and secretly slipped it under my mother's skirt, slipping inside when she wasn't looking.
Today, I noticed that my mother was wearing black pantyhose underneath. My hand traced the silky smoothness of her thighs, feeling
the texture of the fabric and the fullness of her flesh, all the way down to her abdomen. Even through
the thick black stockings and panties, I could feel the warmth emanating from them. Whether it was just my imagination or not,
a surge of intense desire welled up inside me.
I couldn't resist touching the small bulge nestled between her legs. My heart skipped a beat .
I glanced at my mother's face and saw that she seemed oblivious.
But I wasn't reassured. I continued to gently rub her genitals with my index finger, discovering that the bulge was soft, with
a dent in the middle.
"What are you doing?"
Before I could fully process what was happening, my mother's angry shout snapped me out of my daze. Her delicate features, slightly annoyed, glared
at me, and I was speechless.
"I..."
Seeing this, I was desperate. Since things were already like this, I didn't care if they got any worse. "I just wanted to touch
Mom's genitals, I wanted to touch Mom's pussy."
"You... what pussy? Where did you learn all this from?" Hearing my words, Mom's eyes widened in anger
, and her face flushed even more, embarrassed and at a loss for what to do.
"What's wrong with that? Now all my classmates know about this kind of thing. Some of them with girlfriends have even experienced it."
How could I dare tell Mom that I learned it from watching porn with Fatty Xu? Mom would kill me and Fatty Xu
, and besides, the porn I swiped from Fatty Xu was completely worthless. But I wasn't wrong. My
friends and classmates of the same age were already familiar with this kind of thing. Only someone with Mom's personality would naively think that we
were still children and couldn't possibly be involved in this kind of thing. To be honest, even in the city's No. 1 High School, which had a relatively upright academic atmosphere, puppy love was
not a new topic. Elementary school students dating was considered normal, let alone middle school students. In my class
, there are several couples who are supposedly "in love," and one of them is a close friend of mine. Not long ago, they
told me that they had already taken "that step" (a euphemism for infidelity), and I was completely stunned. The girl is also in my class.
That day, she came to class walking with a limp. I don't know how many times I cursed my classmate in my heart
. She's only sixteen and they're already having an affair. What a beast!
Although I wasn't a virgin anymore, having had relationships with my mother and Aunt Wen, and even
a "close" encounter with Aunt Ying, all the women I'd encountered were at least mature. That guy even
bragged to me all the time about how juicy and tight that girl's vagina was, urging me to find a girlfriend to experience
it myself. It made me so itchy, I almost impulsively confessed to any girl I met. Thankfully,
images of my mother and Aunt Wen flashed through my mind, bringing me back to reality. I remembered that my mother and Aunt Wen
were the ones I should be pursuing.
It also made me even more eager to know what my mother's and Aunt Wen's vaginas were like. Would they be as
tender and juicy as that classmate described? Now I know about Aunt Wen's, and I've experienced what it
means to be overwhelmed with pleasure, to feel the pressure of sex. It was incredibly pleasurable. I just wonder
what my mother's vagina will be like? Will it be like Aunt Wen's, full of mature womanly allure, dripping with sweet, lustful juices
?
"Classmate? Alright, as a student, instead of focusing on your studies, you're thinking about these trivial things all day.
How can you face your parents who raised you and supported your education? It seems necessary to have the school teachers and parents communicate," Mom said, her
gaze lingering, seemingly considering whether to invite parents to the school for a large meeting to discuss this matter. However,
Mom was currently shirtless, her two heavy, large breasts exposed and jiggling in the air,
one of which I, as her son, was holding and playing with. This seemed completely contrary to what Mom was thinking
, yet she was speaking so righteously about communicating with the student's parents to rectify the situation. And what about you, Mom? How would you handle this
?
What should I say? Should I say, "No wonder you're a workaholic mom?"
I quickly stopped Mom. If she really did it, my sins would be immense. This wasn't just about breaking up one
or two couples. If Mom got serious, how many couples would break up because of my words
? Even if no one knew I had let it slip, my conscience wouldn't allow it.
"No, please don't, Mom,"
I pleaded. "Mom, think about it. We're in our adolescence, and it's
normal to have vague feelings for the opposite sex. Besides, it hasn't affected their studies. Several of them have had excellent grades,
like me. I even started studying hard because I like you, Mom. It shows that early romance doesn't hinder studies
, as long as it's guided correctly."
Mom thought for a moment and felt that what I said made sense, but it was quickly replaced by a fierce look. "You
little rascal, I almost forgot, you almost led me astray. Now you're getting bolder and bolder. Touching
my breasts before was one thing, but now you want to..."
"Why do you have to be with Mom? If you want a girlfriend, as long as you're obedient and study hard,
Mom won't object to you having one. There are plenty of young and beautiful girls out there, why bother an
old woman like me..."
After saying this, Mom's expression became very complicated. She had been struggling for a long time, and she didn't know how to explain her
current feelings. To be honest, she was being very insincere when she said this. She clearly loved her son very much, and
had even had the urge to give herself to him, but another voice was holding her back.
"Mom, don't you understand? If I only needed a girlfriend
, why would I make myself suffer so much? I just love you, Mom. In my heart, you are irreplaceable. To me, you
are the most beautiful and perfect woman in the world. I know you probably think I'm too young to understand love
, that I'm confusing motherly love with romantic love. No, no, I know my
feelings very well."
I tilted my chin slightly. "I just don't know if Mom understands your feelings..."
"I..."
My deep, passionate gaze made Mom momentarily unable to meet my eyes. "I'm sorry, Xiaofeng, forgive
Mom for not being able to reciprocate your feelings yet. Please give Mom some more time..."
"Although I always feel like Mom is just making excuses, you're my mother, and I'm willing to wait no matter how long it takes
..."
"That's not it!!"
I was about to say I was willing to wait no matter how long it took when Mom suddenly interrupted me. "Mom isn't just giving
you a perfunctory answer. Without realizing it, I've found myself increasingly less seeing you as my
son, and more as a man I can rely on. And the bond between you and me is no longer solely
that of mother and son. I know this is forbidden. I've told myself countless times that I'm your mother, but for some reason,
whenever I'm with you, I can't suppress the flutter in my heart. And after this business trip away from you
, I realized I've already fallen in love with you. I finally understand my feelings. It's just that Mom hasn't been able to
accept these feelings yet, and I don't know what to do… Xiaofeng…"
I smiled. I'd never smiled so happily before. To have my mother admit to liking me
was enough for me. For a conservative and strict mother to openly express her love for her son, to explicitly state
this forbidden incestuous relationship, was such a difficult thing. My mother had gone to such lengths for me;
what more could I ask for?
I hugged my mother tightly, moved. "That's enough, Mom. With you saying that, I wouldn't hesitate to wait,
I'd even be willing to die right now."
"Silly boy, what's with all this talk about dying?" my mother said shyly.
"Then... since you still won't let me touch you down there, can you promise me something?"
"What is it?"
"Help me take care of this, it's been so hard since just now, it's so uncomfortable," I pointed to
the swollen area between my legs.
When my mother saw that I was pointing to my genitals, she blushed with embarrassment and gave me a sharp rap on the forehead
. "What are you saying, you little rascal? What kind of person do you take me for?"
"It's all because of you, Mom, that I'm so hard, it's so swollen and uncomfortable," I said, enduring
the pain in my head. Perhaps because my mother had just confessed her feelings to me, I felt much bolder in front of her.
He simply pulled down his pants, revealing his already eager and proud manhood,
standing erect in front of his mother. "Mom, look, it's so hard it's almost purple! Please, Mom!"
"Can't you...do it yourself?"
"Doing it myself isn't as comfortable as doing it with Mom! Please, Mom, please!"
Seeing his mother's slight reluctance, he suppressed his excitement, feigning
the clingy behavior of a child asking for a toy, pulling and shaking his mother's small, white hand, trying to pry open her mouth further.
His mother was also staring intently at his penis; from the moment he pulled down his pants, her eyes hadn't
left it. Suddenly, his mother shook her head, two faint blushes appearing on her cheeks, inwardly cursing herself for what was wrong with her. It
wasn't like she'd never seen a man's thing before; it was just that this little rascal's thing was really big. Truly worthy of being my son,
much better than his useless father.
Immediately, Mom glared at me fiercely, making my feigned coquettishness stop abruptly. I thought that was
the end of it, but to my surprise, after glaring at me fiercely, Mom suddenly bent down and grabbed my manhood
.
"Sigh, I must have done something terrible in my past life, otherwise why would I have given birth to such a little rascal,
just to torment me?" Mom glanced at me and sighed.
Mom pursed her forehead, shifting her attention to my penis. The scalding heat of the huge, burning shaft she gripped
made her heart tremble involuntarily. This wasn't the first time she'd seen my penis, but every
time she did, she couldn't help but be amazed. How could there be such a large penis in the world? It was almost as big as a donkey's
dick! Of course, Mom couldn't possibly know how big a donkey's penis was, but she couldn't help but recall that accident
. How could her little pussy possibly accommodate such a huge penis? No wonder she
was in so much pain for days afterward that she could barely walk. Anyone who didn't know better would think she had just lost her virginity. It was so embarrassing—Mom
placed one hand on the lower part of my penis and slowly and gently helped me move up and down. Then, Mom felt that one
hand was not enough to hold it, so she reached out with her other hand and used both hands to help me masturbate.
The feeling that Mom's warm, soft, and skillful hands gave me was so much better than masturbating by myself, not to mention
the mental pleasure that made me even more intoxicated. How many people can receive such personal service from their mothers like I do?
I think even Dad doesn't have this blessing.
"Mom..."
"You little rascal, don't even think about it," Mom said, looking into the pleading look in my eyes
. How could Mom not know what I was thinking?
"Please, Mom, just go all the way. You've already helped me once, what's
a second time? Mom... my dearest Mom..."
"You have the nerve to say that? It makes me so angry just thinking about it! What did you do last time, you little rascal... you
actually did that to me..." Hearing my words, Mom immediately thought of the time she gave me oral sex when I was sick. It's
one thing to leave it at that, but the mere mention of it ignites her fury. She was just being kind by helping me when I was sick, and oral sex was one thing,
but this little rascal took advantage of her, using her for oral sex! She still remembers
the disgusting feeling of that big thing in her mouth, going in and out of her throat. How could she not be angry?
"I'm sorry, Mom, I was so delirious from the illness, I didn't even know what I was doing. I
don't know why I acted that way."
"If I didn't know you didn't mean it, do you think you'd still be talking to me like that?" Mom's
eyes flashed.
I gave an awkward, embarrassed smile. "Mom, I promise I won't do it again this time, Mom, please have pity on me..."
I pleaded with my mother, feigning weakness.
Looking at my pleading expression, and glancing at my large, rarely-not-so-proud member,
my mother took a deep breath, gripped my penis with both hands, her bright eyes shifting between light and shadow, as if
engaged in a fierce internal struggle.
Since many things are beyond our control, why not follow our hearts this once?
She had made mistakes, and lost things, until that time when she was drugged and assaulted by Li Heqing, about to lose
her virginity to that shameless scoundrel. Her husband, whom she thought she could rely on, was unreachable. In the midst of pain and despair,
a man she had never imagined appeared before her—none other than her son.
The moment her son, Xiaofeng, carried her out of the hotel, a flicker of emotion stirred within her long-dormant, icy heart
. That figure still lingered in her heart, and the subsequent intercourse was nothing less than a subconscious
guidance; otherwise, how could she have succumbed so quickly with her willpower?
My mother, holding my penis, a resolute glint in her eyes, abruptly bent down and approached my already hard, purplish-red
glans, suddenly flicking it against my shaft like a snake's tongue. That one touch
sent a shiver through her entire body, as if she'd been electrocuted.
Although my mother didn't say anything, her actions had already given her her consent. "Mom, you're so good—"
"Sigh—it's a curse, I must have owed you something in my past life."
"Hehe," I chuckled, neither confirming nor denying.
Staring at my magnificent, erect penis, with its prominent veins and faint blood vessels, my mother's heart
skipped a beat. Although she had given me oral sex once when I was sick, she still felt uneasy facing it again
. This was, after all, her own son's penis. She had never even licked her husband's, yet she had
repeatedly broken her own boundaries for her son.
The mother's hand, gripping my penis, trembled slightly, revealing her nervousness. A burning heat emanated from her
palm, reaching her sympathetic nerves. The mother bit her red lips, then opened her small mouth, enveloping my large glans
.
At that moment, I felt as if I had entered a warm, moist paradise. The heat emanating from the mother's mouth permeated
the tip of my glans, sending shivers through my entire penis. Because my penis was so large, the mother couldn't
fully penetrate me. However, she clearly knew that my most sensitive spot was the concave
area where the glans met the shaft. She deliberately only swallowed the glans, leaving the concave area of my penis exposed
for her to freely explore and manipulate.
Having learned from her previous experience, Mom wasn't as rusty, but she still
felt hesitant to perform oral sex on my penis. So, she could only rely on her instincts. I must say, I don't know if Mom
is a hidden natural beauty, or if she's just inherently a wanton woman whose nature Dad couldn't bring out,
given that she'd only performed oral sex once, but the second time, she was able to directly find my sensitive spots and control her strength well
, avoiding hurting my most vulnerable area.
My penis was already very hard, the foreskin swollen with veins, and the glans was even extending outwards,
so Mom didn't need to bother pulling back the foreskin. Mom held my penis in her hand, gently stroking
the lower part of it, seemingly peacefully, but her mouth revealed a different story. Her row of neat teeth
gently landed below the glans, almost touching the indentation, but she didn't dare bite down. This was a sign of her inexperience
, afraid of hurting me. But Mom just left it like that, leaving me feeling awkward and uncomfortable.
Fortunately, Mom's nimble little tongue didn't stop, constantly swirling around my glans, the heat it emitted
making me feel like I was floating on air. However, Mom seemed a little hesitant, only going so far as to stop at the initial stage.
How could I be satisfied like that?
I remembered the time Aunt Ying gave me oral sex; it seemed Aunt Ying used her teeth to make me feel good. So I
said, "Mom, you can try using your teeth."
My words made Mom pause slightly, then she rolled her eyes at me, "So many demands, why don't you do it yourself?"
I knew Mom still couldn't let go of her pride, so of course I wouldn't argue with her. I gave a resentful, silent smile.
Mom withdrew her eye roll and returned her attention to my penis. The huge foreign object in her mouth made Mom very
uncomfortable. She spat out my glans, a glistening saliva landing on it. Mom stared at my
penis in silence for two seconds, I don't know what she was thinking, then she bent down again and took my glans into her mouth
. This time was clearly different from before. This time, Mom didn't hold my penis in her mouth for long; instead, she
started to swallow and spit it out, taking it in and then spitting it out.
And Mom wasn't just using her tongue anymore; she also started gently scraping my glans with her teeth
. At first, the force was a bit too strong, and I barely felt any pain. But as time went on, Mom gradually mastered
the technique, and each swallow and spit brought me immense pleasure. In
my blissful state, I looked down at my mother, who was diligently serving me, and it all felt like a dream.
Not long ago, I was a child who had made a small mistake by sleeping in class and was dragged to the disciplinary office and scolded
for a long time. At that time, my impression of my mother was extremely negative; like many children when scolded by their parents
, I hated my mother to death. Who would have thought that the strict mother I once hated so much
was now licking my penis, looking incredibly lewd?
A delicate face, a charmingly petite features, and a natural, radiant beauty that shines even without makeup—
no glamorous female celebrity could compare to this mother. Her innate beauty, even without deliberate
adornment, couldn't conceal her elegance—a beauty untouched by the mud, pure and untainted, as if these words
existed solely for her. This elegant and ethereal mother was performing oral sex on her son,
her upper body bare, her alabaster-white body exposed before her own child. Her full, heavy
breasts swayed with every movement. The thought alone was enough to make one's
blood boil, yet it truly happened. Anyone who knew her would be utterly astonished
.
Let alone others, as the person involved, although my mother's oral sex wasn't entirely comfortable, the key point
was that the person performing it on me was my own mother, who had been harsh and strict with me in the past. Just thinking about how
my mother, who used to beat and scold me, was now bent over, sucking on my genitals, the place
I was meant to pass on my blood, while she seemed to be enjoying it immensely, made my blood boil. I wanted nothing more than to pounce on my beautiful, alluring mother and take her right there and then
.
Although my mother's technique wasn't very skillful,
she served me very attentively, licking every part of my penis over and over again. The bulging, menacing veins became
the path of her licking. I could see the effort she put into it, and for that moment, I felt my life had truly
been worthwhile. To have such a beautiful, mature woman like my mother, who had gone to such lengths for me,
what more could I ask for?
However, looking down at my mother's two swaying breasts from my elevated position, I felt it
was a waste to let them sway like that, and I felt a burning desire. Even though I didn't know if my mother would accept, I still
spoke up. "Mom, can I use your breasts to help me?"
Hearing my words, my mother stopped what she was doing and looked up at me. I knew I was in trouble; I
had angered my mother after all. It was all my fault for being too demanding. What if my mother got angry and left?
But to my utter astonishment, my mother didn't seem angry at all. Instead, she asked me, "
How...how do you use your breasts?"
I stared at my mother in disbelief. She actually agreed? That was too easy! Was this
really my mother?
Seeing that I didn't answer for a long time, my mother realized that she had agreed too quickly. Such an absurd request, and she
had agreed without a word. Suddenly, Mom had a subtle feeling; she seemed to be
becoming more and more compliant with her son…
“I just… want to help you… get it out quickly… otherwise your father will be back soon,”
Mom quickly added under my strange gaze. But there was a hint of something more to it.
Of course, I wasn’t stupid enough to call her out, so I said to her with a half-smile, “I understand, Mom.”
“Understand my foot,” Mom said with a slight annoyance, her gaze sweeping over me. “Are you still going to do it or not?”
“Ah, yes, of course I’ll do it,” I said quickly, afraid Mom would change her mind. “Mom, just use
the cleavage between your breasts to hold me.”
Mom followed my instructions, cupping her large breasts and bringing them to my penis, then obeying my commands.
She clamped my penis between her breasts, the incredibly soft touch making my shaft feel like
it was in a world of soft flesh. I almost couldn't hold back and ejaculated.
"Is this how it is?"
"Mmm," I mumbled, almost losing myself in the pleasure. "Just
move however you want from now on. Mom can also bend down and lick my glans."
"Is this really comfortable?" My mother, somewhat skeptical, did as I said, grabbing her ample breasts and
clamping my penis between them.
Luckily, she had given me oral sex earlier, leaving plenty of saliva, which now served as excellent lubricant. Her full
, large breasts squeezed my penis between them, the two soft, plump mounds almost completely blocking
it. Only my mother could do something like this. If it weren't for my ample endowment, a
penis the size of an average man, like my father's, would have been buried inside her enormous breasts.
Mom lowered her head, tentatively licking the swollen glans emerging from her own member
. She thought to herself, "I don't know where this little rascal learned this; it's arousing me."
Unlike before, my burning hot penis moved between Mom's breasts, the intense friction causing her
to experience a strange, inexplicable sensation—like pleasure, yet not quite. She only felt something hot between her breasts
; she had never tried holding a man's penis between her breasts before. The feeling was strange, and she reacted as well
, clearly feeling a warm flow seeping from her lower body.
Having been a wife for many years, Mom knew what it was. Her cheeks flushed slightly, but to hide it from
her son, she continued to serve the throbbing glans that had finally emerged.
As it turned out, Mom was overthinking it. I had no time to pay attention to Mom's state; I was practically
dying of pleasure. I was incredibly excited; Mom was giving me a blowjob, a blowjob! Although Mom didn't know any techniques,
breast sex, unlike oral sex, doesn't require much skill; all you need is a big enough woman's breasts. Mom
, by virtue of her "advantage," could give me incredible pleasure even just by having them clamped between my breasts.
And most importantly, Mom could suck my glans; the double stimulation almost made me explode.
This wasn't my first time experiencing breast sex. I remember the first time at a highway rest stop,
when Aunt Ying gave me breast sex, I ejaculated profusely. However, Aunt Ying knew how to please a man better than Mom
, her skills far surpassing Mom's. But Mom had an advantage Aunt Ying couldn't match:
her breasts were big enough that even without any technique, she gave me a sensation no less intense than Aunt Ying's.
To be honest, Aunt Ying's breasts aren't small. Among the women I know, they're only
slightly smaller than my mother's and Aunt Wen's, maybe a size smaller. Compared to other women, they
're definitely huge. Even in AV, they wouldn't be inferior to those big-breasted actresses. Besides,
Aunt Ying's breasts are naturally beautiful, something those actresses who have had breast implants can't compare to.
In the realm of huge breasts, both my mother and Aunt Ying are top-tier.
The reason my mother's breast sex skills are comparable to Aunt Ying's is more psychological. After secretly witnessing Aunt Ying's
affair with her husband's assistant, compared to my conservative, strict, pure, and aloof mother,
which is more stimulating: giving my own son, me, oral sex or breast sex?
Needless to say—
under my mother's relentless assault, the intense sensation from her enormous breasts made it impossible for me to last long.
Especially towards the end, as my mother became increasingly skilled, she would use her teeth to rub my glans and urethral opening while performing breast sex on me.
How could I withstand such stimulation?
I immediately let out a groan, ejaculating a large amount of semen from my urethra. Caught off guard, most
of it flowed into my mother's mouth and down her throat, forcing her to swallow it. Choking, my mother
coughed incessantly. However, my ejaculation did not stop there; it continued to flow into my mother's mouth until finally,
she couldn't hold back and released my glans.
My penis detached from my mother's mouth, like a wild horse, spraying wildly into the air, staining my mother's breasts,
face, and hair with my foul-smelling semen.
At the same time, the sound of the door opening came from outside the room. Dad was home…
******************************The next chapter is still a bit far off*****************************
[To be honest, even I don't know what I wrote in this chapter. It was disjointed, I wanted to write but didn't, I had
a kind of decadent feeling. I don't know why my mood has been so bad lately, too lazy, and I have no mood
to write. It was only today that I won four games in a row in a row in a game, which forced me to cheer up and rush out this chapter. Although
I'm not satisfied with it overall, at least it was a small burst of inspiration.]
[Recently, I've had some inspiration and want to start a book on a reputable online novel platform to see if I can get lucky and be selected.
Even if I can't become a top author, being a minor author is not bad, at least I can get some money. However, the book is still in the planning stages. We'll see
, maybe I'll be defeated by laziness and not write it.]
[It's been a long time since I've written so much in one chapter. I haven't written this many words in a single chapter since Chapter 10.
Actually, it's mostly because I'm lazy.] As this is the last day of the month, I want to say that I'll probably
be going to work next month, so I won't have much free time to write. Therefore, updates won't be
as frequent as in the previous months; maybe only one or two chapters a month from now on. Life forces me to, and I have no choice. If I don't
go back to work soon, I'll be starving. Right now, I'm living off my parents, and it's a very difficult feeling.
[Okay, that's all for now. Let's continue with my goddess as the cover image. Also, I wish everyone a happy Dragon Boat Festival, eat lots of zongzi,
and get a little fatter!]
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