Mom and Me

That day, I had dinner with classmates, so I didn't get home until after midnight.
Afraid of waking my mother, I tried to keep my voice down as I entered.
Passing by her room, I gently pushed the half-open door open a crack and found her still awake,
engrossed in a book on the edge of the bed with the bedside lamp on. She had her back to the door, so she didn't notice me.
I quietly went back to my room.
Back in my room, I habitually opened my locked secret drawer.
"Ah!" I discovered that the things in my drawer had been moved. For a long time, I
knew exactly where everything I kept inside was.
Now, not only were the positions different, but something seemed to be missing. I immediately checked—oh no
… my diary… was gone.
My so-called secret drawer was just a large wooden box where I kept personal belongings since I was little. In junior high
, it held comic books, but after I started reading pornographic books in junior high, I locked it and made a pact with my mother that
she couldn't look at my personal collection. Over the years ,
I constantly changed the contents of my collection. After high school, I accidentally saw my mother changing clothes, and from then on , I
became obsessed with her body. Besides collecting a considerable number of incestuous novels, books, videotapes, DVDs
, and my mother's sexy panties, I also wrote my sexual fantasies about her in my diary.
At first, I was furious and wanted to rush into my mother's room to confront her about breaking her promise. But
after calming down, I thought, since things have come to this point, any reaction from me would only make our relationship
more awkward. I'll just pretend I don't know and observe my mother's reaction first.
So I left my room and tiptoed to my mother's door. The light shining through the crack in the door
showed that she was still reading, and probably reading my diary filled with sexual confessions about my mother. I then
quietly walked to the living room, opened and closed the front door, letting it make a sound to indicate that I had returned.
Just as I slammed the door shut, I noticed the light in my mother's room suddenly go out. I was
even more certain that she was secretly reading my diary. I deliberately went to her room, opened the door, and softly called out,
"
Mom..."
She was pretending to be asleep and didn't respond. I thought to myself, the diary is probably still hidden under the blanket.
I quietly went back to my room to get a change of clothes and went to the bathroom to shower. My showers usually take about twenty
minutes, but I didn't actually shower; I wanted to give my mother time to put the diary back.
I guessed she was worried I'd find it missing after my shower, and if I waited until tomorrow, it might be too late
.
I turned on the tap, making the sound of running water, and deliberately hummed a song to indicate I was showering, while actually peeking through
the bathroom door to observe my mother's actions in her room. A moment later, sure enough, my mother tiptoed out of her room
, holding my diary in her hand. After she came out of my room and went back to her own, I left the bathroom and returned to
my room. The first thing I did, of course, was to open the hidden drawer. Sure enough, it was back, obviously put in
a hurry, and the drawer was upside down.
I didn't sleep much that night, my mind racing, trying to figure out how to handle this. Obviously, my mother
would pretend nothing had happened, and although I hadn't written in my Oedipus diary every day, it
had become quite thick over the years, especially after I went to university, when my infatuation with my mother's mature body reached an uncontrollable
level. So, what I wrote in the diary was all about how I secretly admired my mother from behind, how much I loved
her full breasts, her high buttocks, and even how I spied on her showering, changing clothes, and masturbating with her panties,
etc.
I thought she might not have finished reading it yet, so I made a hypothesis: she might come back to get it when I wasn't looking.
To test this, I put a hair on the back of the diary, then locked the drawer.
If the hair wasn't there the next day, it meant she had come back to touch it. I only fell asleep after everything was arranged. But
before drifting off to sleep, I came up with another daring plan.
The next day, as usual, my mother woke me up. There was nothing particularly unusual, except that
she had clearly not slept all night; her eyes were bloodshot, and she kept yawning. After washing up, I went out
to school.
I am an only child. My father passed away when I was young, and my mother took over his clothing business at the age of twenty-five.
Although she had no shortage of suitors over the past ten years, she never
remarried, probably because she was afraid I wouldn't like them. Perhaps because of her long-term management position and the need to socialize, my mother
has always taken excellent care of her health and doesn't look like she's almost forty.
Perhaps because I never had any sisters growing up, I have a strong dependence on my mother, but
I never expected it would eventually turn into a mother complex. Because of what happened yesterday
, I couldn't concentrate on class all day. In the afternoon, I
called my mother's company as usual, but the people there said she wasn't there. I guess she wanted to
finish reading her diary yesterday, so she didn't go to work.
In the evening, when I got home, my mother was cooking.
"Mom, are you alright? Why didn't you go to work today?"
"Oh... Mom... I'm not feeling well today... so..." My mother seemed a little uneasy.
After showering, I couldn't wait to go back to my room and open the drawer. Sure enough, the hair on the spine of the book had fallen out.
My mother had indeed come to get it again. Besides that, I also noticed something else:
the panties I kept for my mother suddenly became shiny and were neatly folded into a stack. I picked them up and saw that
they were still slightly warm, as if they had just been taken out of the dryer. "How come..." My mother had obviously washed all the panties and unconsciously folded them neatly
using a woman's instinct . Could it be
...
that she doesn't object to me using her panties to masturbate, and even seems to tacitly approve?
So I made up my mind and officially began my plan. That night, I wrote in my diary:
"Mom, I don't know why, but I couldn't concentrate on class today. I kept thinking about you. I'm going crazy. I
want to possess you. Give it to me! Mom, I want you." After writing it, I put a hair in the lock and locked it again.
The next day, I deliberately woke up earlier than my mother, then let my erect penis protrude from my underwear before covering it with the sheet
. A little while later, Mom got up too, and as usual, she lifted my blanket to wake me. I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep, hearing
Mom walk towards me step by step, and then, sure enough, she yanked off my sheet. I closed my eyes, imagining her
expression at that moment. Time passed second by second, and Mom didn't make any further movement. Five minutes later, I finally couldn't
resist opening my eyes to peek, and found Mom staring blankly at my penis as if possessed.
I thought to myself, "Success!" But this couldn't go on forever, so I deliberately rolled over, and Mom
hurriedly covered herself with the sheet as if waking from a deep sleep.
"Xiao...Xiao Jun...wake up." Mom's voice was as soft as a mosquito's buzz. I couldn't help but chuckle inwardly;
how could anyone wake up like that?
In the end, I pretended to be sleepy and rolled over to wake up. "
Mom...good morning!"
"...Good morning...you should...get up." She seemed a little dazed.
I deliberately reached out to pull back the sheet. Seeing this, Mom hurriedly turned around, looking
incredibly awkward. I felt it was cruel to tease my beloved mother like this, so I quickly got dressed.
That evening, I made an excuse to stay until after 8 pm, wanting to give Mom some time to read my diary.
When I got back, Mom was taking a shower. I quickly went back to my room and opened the hidden drawer. Sure enough, Mom had read my new confession.
I also noticed a pair of panties I'd never seen before. My heart pounded. I
picked them up and looked closely—wow...it was an almost completely transparent black mesh panty! Could it be...Mom gave it to me?
I was so excited I almost jumped for joy.
Mom not only condoned my actions but even sponsored them! It was unbelievably absurd. I calmed down
and looked carefully again to see if Mom had left any other clues. Later,
I found a note tucked inside the cover of the diary:
"Xiao Jun, Mom is conflicted. I hope you see this note, but I don't want you to see it too soon.
Sigh… Forgive me, Mom didn't mean to read your diary. You've always refused to tell Mom if you have a girlfriend.
I wanted to find something like love letters or photos in your room, but…
Sigh! Mom was really shocked after reading your diary. I never imagined that you refused to have a girlfriend because you secretly loved Mom.
Xiao Jun, Mom isn't old-fashioned. I've been a widow for so many years and never remarried. Besides
wanting to take care of you wholeheartedly, Mom also had a selfish reason: to keep you by my side forever. You
said in your diary that you have a mother complex, but Mom also has a son complex.
Mom's heart is so confused, Xiao Jun. If you see this letter, please pretend you don't know for now, okay? Mom
isn't mentally prepared yet. Sweet dreams!"
"P.S. I'm so happy you like Mom's underwear. Don't feel guilty or think there's something wrong with you.
I think all men like women's underwear. The ones you collected are all old,
so Mom is giving you a newer pair, only worn once. I hope you like them."
My excitement after reading Mom's response was indescribable.
When I left the room, Mom hadn't finished showering.
"Mom, are you done? I'm going to shower!"
"Okay, okay!" Mom said, walking out of the bathroom. The clothes she was wearing almost made me unable to look away.
It turned out Mom was only wearing a thin vest and white panties, and with
the wet droplets on her body, she was almost completely transparent. Her nipples were clearly visible through the thin vest, and
the water seeped through the panties at the base of her legs, revealing her dark pubic hair. This was the first time I
had ever seen her dressed like this. "
Xiao Jun...don't look..."
Mom's face was flushed, I didn't know if it was from shyness, the lingering heat from her shower, or both!
Before entering the bathroom, I gave Mom a knowing smile. Mom had already started to adjust herself. Once inside, as I took off my clothes and was about to throw them into the laundry basket, I suddenly saw a pair of apple-green lace panties prominently displayed
on top. They were so obvious that I could see a puddle of milky-white, sticky substance in the middle of the fabric without even looking down. To determine if it was detergent, I picked it up and smelled it. A faint fishy odor wafted up. I realized Mom must have masturbated before I came back. That puddle was, in fact, her vaginal fluid. And Mom seemed to be deliberately showing it off to me. At this point, I was completely certain that the change in our mother-son relationship was already on the verge of exploding; it was just a matter of who would fire the first shot. Back in my room, I took out my diary again, wanting to leave a few more words for my mother, but I found another note tucked inside. It read: " Xiaojun, Mom wants to borrow the top-of-the-line videotape from you. Put it in the VCR, and I 'll come out to watch it at midnight. But you have to promise me you won't come out. Take it back tomorrow morning." I looked at the videotape on the top shelf. It had a bunch of Japanese writing that I couldn't understand, the only clear thing being the title: "Mother and Son Incest." I thought this was Mom's second step in her plan, wanting to understand what incest between mother and son was like. As soon as midnight struck, I saw the TV in the living room turn on. Mom came out to watch, and I thought I should do as she wished and not disturb her. But in the end, I couldn't resist sneaking open the bedroom door and peeking in. I saw Mom not wearing underwear , only her white thong, leaning against the sofa, her breasts prominent, intently watching the TV screen. After watching for a while , I went back to my room to sleep. I don't know how long I slept, but when I woke up it was already past three o'clock, and the lights on the living room TV were off. I went to the bathroom and couldn't resist going into my mother's room. Wow! My mother was lying naked on the bed, her panties pulled down to her knees, and a thick clump of black pubic hair clung wetly to her thighs as if it had been soaked in water. I didn't expect this videotape to have such a powerful effect. Facing my mother's beautiful body, I was already uncontrollably aroused , and my penis was erect against my will. My mind was racing, constantly calculating how to proceed. If I did it with my mother now, I believed she wouldn't say anything. I stood in front of the bed for a long time, watching my mother with each breath...

Her breasts rose and fell, and I couldn't resist reaching out to gently stroke her nipples.
"Mmm..." Mom murmured softly, but didn't wake up. I became bolder, placing my entire palm
on her breast and kneading and caressing it.
"Mmm...mmm..." Mom just kept moaning comfortably, still not opening her eyes.
I thought to myself, maybe I acted too soon; Mom's defenses weren't fully open yet. But since Mom was pretending
, I might as well caress her to my heart's content!
So I became even more unrestrained in my caresses, kneading her breasts with one hand while stroking her pubic hair with the other.
"
Mmm...ah...mmm...mmm...ah..." Mom's voice became increasingly lewd, almost making me
unable to resist lifting her legs and thrusting my penis hard into her vagina. "
Ah...ah...no...no...ah..." As I inserted my fingers into my mother's vagina,
she moaned like a babbling madman, but refused to open her eyes.
Okay, I changed my approach, pulling down her panties and spreading her legs. Since the light was too dim to see
clearly, I simply turned on the main light. Wow! My mother's labia were slowly dripping with vaginal fluid. I climbed onto the bed and pressed my face against
my mother's vulva, using my tongue to pry open the slit and licking her clitoris repeatedly.
"Ah...ah...ah...good...good..." My mother finally couldn't help but say "good." So I worked even
harder, thrusting my tongue in and out, while my hands reached up and tightly grasped her breasts, kneading them forcefully. Ten minutes later, Mom 's
body suddenly stiffened, her buttocks rose and then fell hard—
she had climaxed. Her vagina trembled continuously, each tremor releasing a gush of
vaginal fluid, soon soaking the entire sheet.
Mom was satisfied, but I was in trouble; a burning desire still hadn't subsided. Finally, I
reluctantly kissed Mom's lips and went back to my room to sleep.
I was awakened by a caress. I checked my watch—7:00 AM. Looking down at Mom sitting by the bed,
one of her hands was holding my penis.
"Xiao Jun…no…don't wake up…you…you're still dreaming, understand? You're having a
sweet dream." I understood what Mom meant, so I closed my eyes again, letting her do as she pleased.
What a beautiful weekend morning!
My mother kept stroking my penis with her hand, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, teasing me until I almost couldn't resist picking her up and having sex with her.
A moment later ,
I secretly opened my eyes and saw that my mother had closed her eyes instead, looking completely absorbed.
She then rubbed her cheek against my penis, and finally, I saw her slowly stick out her tongue and begin licking the glans, before opening her mouth and taking my
entire penis into her mouth.
Wow! It felt so good; my mother's mouth was like a suction cup, sucking up and down.
"Slurp...slurp..." The sucking sounds kept coming from my mother's mouth.
A moment later, she took my testicles into her mouth, sucking in and out from left and right. After a few minutes, I couldn't hold back any longer
, and while my mother was sucking my penis again, I ejaculated into her mouth.
I heard a gulp as my mother swallowed it, licked the area around my penis clean, and then turned
and walked away. When I got up ,
I found the diary lying open on my desk. On a new page, my mother had written:
"Yesterday's videotape was really good, but that mother and son were so foolish in the end. Nobody knew, so why did they
commit suicide? All that talk about ethics and morality is just self-deception and self-comfort. Don't you think so? If I were that
mother, I would change my name and run away with my beloved son to a place where nobody knows me!
" "
Mom's going to work. Come back early at noon; Mom has a birthday present for you."
It seems my mother's thinking is even more open-minded than mine; she's already thought of a backup plan, so I don't need to worry about anything.
But what exactly is my mother up to? What present is she going to give me? I can't figure it out.
Finally, noon arrived, and I rushed home.
When I entered, I saw my mother's high heels; she had come home early.
As I passed my mother's room, I saw a note on the door that read, "Xiao Jun, come in, the gift is
in the room." I
pushed open the door and was startled to see a woman reclining inside, wearing bikini-style lingerie ,
looking at me with seductive eyes. For a moment, I thought my mother had found a woman for me, but upon closer
inspection, this shapely beauty was none other than my mother.
My mother had put on makeup and styled her hair.
"Xiao Jun, don't you recognize your mother?"
"No... Mom... you... are so beautiful... so beautiful..." I stammered.
"Xiao Jun, come here to Mom."
"Mom..."
"Xiao Jun, do you like this lingerie set? I bought it specially this morning!"
"Mom, I like it. I like anything Mom wears."
"Heh... little devil... tell me... do you want Mom?"
"Want... want Mom what?" I didn't understand at first. "
Oh! Still pretending, bullying Mom." Mom pouted like a little girl and started acting coquettish.
"Mom, I really don't know! What gift are you going to give me?" I decided to play along.
"Okay! You... do you want... Mom's... body?" Mom was getting bolder and bolder.
"Yes, yes, I want it so badly." "
Then... what are you waiting for? Hurry up and... open your gift!" Mom said coquettishly again.
"Gift... gift? Where is it, Mom?"
"Silly, Mom is... is... your gift."
I couldn't hold back any longer and rushed forward to hug Mom tightly, kissing her lips.
"Mmm..." Mom immediately put her tongue into my mouth and swirled it around.
My hands weren't idle either; through her semi-transparent bright red bra, I was kneading Mom's breasts.
"Mmm... mmm..." This kiss lasted for almost five minutes before I pulled away from Mom's lips. "
Xiao Jun... come... Mom wants you... to hug me..." Mom hugged me tightly and kissed my entire
face.
I slipped one hand inside Mom's panties, which were only held up by a ribbon, and stroked her pubic hair.
"Xiao Jun, come... smell it." Mom knelt up and wanted me to smell her genitals.
"Wow... it smells so good..." A faint, sweet fragrance wafted in.
"Mom sprayed perfume especially for you!"
I then pushed Mom down again, lifted her legs, bit open the silk string of her panties, and the panties fell to
one side, exposing Mom's entire vulva. I took it into my mouth and continued to
lick her labia and clitoris using the method that made her climax last night, then inserted it into her vagina and thrust.
"Ah...ah...so good...Xiao Jun...your tongue...so good...ah..." Mom
started moaning again from pleasure.
"...Mmm...ah...Xiao Jun...my little husband...Mom...so good...faster...Mom wants...
faster..." Mom was already somewhat lost in the moment.
I couldn't help but take off my clothes, and when I finally took off my underwear, my penis sprang out. "
Ah...Jun...so thick...yesterday...it didn't seem this big..."
"Does Mom like it?" I guided it closer to Mom's vulva. "
I like it... Mom likes it... Come on... Put it in... Put it in
the little hole you've been fantasizing about for so many years..."
My long-held fantasy had finally come true, and my excitement had reached my penis.
I gently rubbed my glans back and forth against my mother's overflowing vagina.
"Good son... Stop teasing Mom... Put it in... Put it in quickly..."
I took a deep breath and suppressed my desire. Ignoring my mother's words, I continued to rub against the entrance of her vagina.
"Xiao Jun... My dear son... Good son... No... Good husband... Mom can't take it anymore... Put it in...
From now on... Mom will let you put it in every day... Okay?..."
"Mom, you said it yourself! You can't back out!"
"Yes... Mom wanted it herself... I like letting my son put it in... From now on... I'll let you
put it in every day..."
"Mom, don't say 'put it in,' say 'fuck,' it's more exciting."
"Okay... Fuck... Hurry up... Fuck Mom... Mom will let Xiao Jun... my dear son fuck me..."
Seeing that it was almost time, I stopped teasing her.
With a "plop," my entire penis plunged into my mother's vagina. " Ah
...it hurts...it hurts...gently...slowly...don't move...good son...Mom hasn't
been penetrated...hasn't done it in over ten years, it's so tight inside...you have to be gentle..."
So I held back, leaving my penis inside, then lifted her upper body and began sucking on
her breasts. My mother's breasts seemed incredibly sensitive; even a light touch would cause her whole body to tremble. A little while later... "Jun...
we
can do it now...Mom's so wet...so itchy...let's do it..."
I then lifted my mother's legs onto my shoulders and began thrusting. So beautiful, so wonderful, my mother's body was truly a masterpiece
. "
Ah...ah...so good...my dear son...Mom is so beautiful...so beautiful...you're making Mom feel so good
...Mom regrets...not reading...your diary a day earlier...otherwise...I would have already...done it with you..."
"Sizzle...sizzle...sizzle..." With my vigorous thrusting, the lustful fluids in Mom's vagina and Mom's moans
made a moving sound. "
Mmm...mmm...ah...Xiao Jun...son...dear husband...Mom is yours now...you're so good
...the feeling of incest is so exciting...Xiao Jun...what do you think...ah ah...doing it with your own mother...how does it feel
...beautiful...is it beautiful..."
"Mom...son feels so good...doing it with your own mother...so great...
how do you feel...being penetrated by your own son...with his penis...the place that gave birth to him...?"
"Good...beautiful...the beauty of flying to heaven...so exciting...ah...faster...do it again...Mom has lived
for so many years in vain...ah...husband...dear husband...Mom wants to marry you...okay...okay...ah...every
day...I want you...doing it with my pussy...okay..."
"Mom...I don't want...I don't want you to marry me...we'll always be mother and son...mother and son committing incest...
son doing it with mom...this feeling...is so good..."
"Ah...yes...yes...I don't want to marry...you...don't call you husband...I want to call you dear son...dear son
doing it with mom...oh oh...so good...do it...son...my precious son?"
"...You're making Mom... almost die... I can't take it anymore... It's too stimulating... Hurry... Hurry up... Mom's coming
... Hurry... Come out with Mom... Ah... Ah..."
Mom let out a long cry, her body tensed, and I immediately relaxed, ejaculating all of my semen deep inside her vagina
.
After Mom's vagina stopped contracting, I gently withdrew my penis. I could only see
a trickle of fluid flowing from the opening as I withdrew
. Mom still had her eyes closed, enjoying the afterglow of her orgasm. I got up and picked Mom up.
"Good son, what do you want to do!"
"Mom, I just want to take my gift back to my room." I teased her deliberately.
"Hmph... You're so naughty..." Mom said coquettishly, then let me hold her.
Back in the room, the mother and son were naked on the bed, caressing each other.
I think perhaps both of us, mother and son, harbored a hidden expectation of the pleasure of forbidden incestuous sex, and
once the mask of worldly morality was torn off, it would flow like a river bursting its banks. I
took out the hidden box and retrieved all the secret items. Since the secret was no longer a secret, I thought,
let it become a shared secret between us, mother and son! But my mother had a different opinion:
"Jun, I've thought about it. Our happiness lies in that secret pleasure. Once that secret is gone
, we won't be able to interact in the same way as before, and it will lose its novelty over time. Besides, if we
get used to being intimate, it will be difficult to keep it a secret once we leave this house, because
even the best disguise can't hide the desire in our eyes.
I'm a manager at a company, and it's not good to arouse suspicion too early. I want you to promise me that our usual
lifestyle won't change at all. I promise you... I'll give you... I won't back out, but for a man
, having sex every day isn't good for his health in the long run. Besides, I need you forever, not just temporarily.
Do you understand?"
"This... okay! I'll listen to you." I thought about what my mother said and felt it made sense. "
Also, just leave your collection there for now! Mom really wants to look at those books and videotapes/DVDs, so you can
put them on your desk. And if you like Mom's underwear, you can put it with the ones in Mom's closet now. You can..."
"Move everything over here. When Mom needs to change, she'll come to your room. Actually, Mom has some secret collections that you
won't find, but don't worry, you'll see them one by one eventually. And isn't that more interesting?
As for your diary, it's almost finished. Mom bought a new one. Wait a moment."
Mom went back to her room and got a new diary. The design was quite exquisite, with the cover and back cover inlaid with
beautifully patterned teak. Only a heart shape was visible on the cover, with the words "Intimate Diary" written on it.
"Starting today, we'll use this diary to share our secrets, okay? Just put it on your desk.
Mom will leave you a message every day before going to work."
"Mom, I love you." I couldn't help but hug and kiss Mom passionately. "
Xiao Jun, you have to keep our promise!"
"I will, Mom, I promise you, but..."
"But what?"
"Today doesn't count. Starting tomorrow." After saying that, I impatiently lifted Mom's legs, pressed them against her body, and
raised my penis to insert it. "
Wait...wait a minute, Xiaojun, don't rush! Come on, Mom has a suggestion." Mom said, getting up and
taking the "mother-son incest" videotape from my drawer. "
Come on!" Mom gave me a playful, seductive smile, then pulled my hand and led me out of the room into the living room.
Mom put the videotape into the VCR and pressed the remote to start playing. From Mom's many small actions
, the usually dignified, mature, and composed manager seemed to have suddenly transformed into a quirky and mischievous little woman.
I couldn't help but feel a little curious about Mom.
"Xiaojun, let's watch it together, Mom wants to watch it again."
We sat naked on the sofa. The videotape depicted an
incestuous story between a mother and son that occurred during the month the husband was away on business abroad. It started with the son peeping at his mother showering and changing clothes. Then,
one night, while his mother was asleep, he raped her. During the rape, the mother,
overcome with lust, took the initiative, actively cooperating with her son's thrusts, constantly changing positions, and even teaching him
sexual techniques.
At the beginning of the video, the mother was already stroking my penis, but her eyes remained fixed on the screen.
When the video showed the mother turning over, kneeling on the bed, and raising her hips, asking her son to penetrate her from behind, the mother also got up
and knelt on the sofa, raising her hips to reveal her hairy vulva.
"Come on, Xiao Jun, do it too."
I immediately understood, raised my penis, and with a "plop," inserted it into the mother's vagina. "
Ah...ah...good...son...Mom feels so good...so comfortable...I guessed right...this position...
is truly wonderful...ah...so stimulating..."
The mother on the TV screen moaned wildly, and my mother also cried out incessantly, their lewd moans intertwining into an
indescribable scene. This stimulation was truly extraordinary.
"Ah...ah...sizzle...sizzle...ah...ah...sizzle...sizzle..."
"Mom...you're so amazing...how...how could you come up with such an idea...so amazing...so good..."
Then the mother on the screen turned to her side, raising her right leg and placing it on her son, whose penis was
inserted from the side. "Mom...come on..." I also changed positions, but the sofa wasn't wide enough, so I simply lifted my mother's right leg
directly on the floor. "Plop!" I re-inserted into my mother's vagina. " Ah...ah...um...Jun...this position...is so beautiful...ah...sizzle...sizzle... my dear son...Mom loves it so much...good...I'll fuck you to death..." "Mom...you're so great...so slutty...son likes it...are you comfortable..." "Ah...um...Mom feels good...Mom feels so good...it feels so good to be fucked by my dear son...faster...again ..." Due to the position, it wasn't suitable for rapid thrusting. Just then, the mother and son on the screen switched back to the normal position, and I promptly lifted Mom's other leg, placing both on my shoulders, and began thrusting violently. "Good...ah...Mom wants...son...Mom wants...fuck me...faster...faster...ah...ah ..." At this moment, following the TV drama's plot, I lifted Mom up completely, and Mom used her legs to clamp my waist. I stood up and thrust into Mom's vagina while suspended in the air. " Ah...ah...sizzle...sizzle...my dear son...the videotape wasn't...it wasn't lying...it really feels so good ...ah...Mom's pussy...it's...it can't take it anymore...ah...oh my god...son...Mom's flying ...it feels like I'm flying...ah...oh my god...it's almost...it's coming...ah...ah...it 's coming...it's coming...I'm giving it to you...my dear son..." Mom climaxed, and I stopped thrusting. Mom's legs were still tightly wrapped around my waist. The mother and son on TV seemed to have finished earlier than us, and the scene had changed. "Good son, can you put Mom down now?" I gently put her down and gently pulled out my penis. " Ah...gently...gently...um..." Her pussy was quite sensitive after the orgasm. "Mom, was it good?" "Jun, Mom felt very good, thank you!" Mom kissed me. " Mom, my little slutty mom, your moans are so exciting! I feel so satisfied." "But you haven't ejaculated yet?" "Mom, actually, my pleasure comes from the process of having sex with you, not the ending, you understand? Otherwise, I could just masturbate, why would I need sex?" " Really? As long as you're truly satisfied." "Mom, honestly, you haven't had sex in over ten years? How do you have so many sexual ideas? " "Silly boy! Why would I lie to you? Of course! When I'm doing business, I socialize and entertain, and many big bosses pursue me. But whenever I get close to those well-dressed, greasy-haired men, no matter how much cologne they wear, I can always smell their stench. And no matter how they try to hide it, their lecherous looks are impossible to conceal. It disgusts me, but for business, I still have to socialize with them, sigh!" "Mom, I'm so sorry you had to go through all this." I kissed my mother's hair tenderly. " Jun, for the past ten years or so, Mom has relied on masturbation to satisfy her needs, but only today have I been able to fully..."

Yes, masturbation and real intercourse are worlds apart. You know what? It's not that Mom has a lot of ideas,
it's that Mom also gets orgasms through sexual fantasies. "
Oh! So... who do you usually fantasize about?"
"Oh! You little devil, why are you asking Mom that!" Mom started acting coquettish again.
"Tell me, I want to know." I also tried to coax her. "
Um... I can tell you... but... I'm scared... I'm scared..."
"Scared of what? Tell me, I promise I won't eat you."
"No... it's not about that... it's just... sigh... okay... Mom originally wanted to keep
a little secret, but never mind, maybe... maybe... it's fate... Okay, Xiao Jun, when I saw the contents of your diary,
actually... actually Mom wasn't shocked, but happy, excited beyond words. Because... because
when you were in junior high, once Mom accidentally saw your... your penis, and was shocked. I didn't expect you to be
only fourteen years old, and that thing was already so big. Mom couldn't help but masturbate in the room."
"Mom... you mean... your sexual fantasies are about me... you're lying!"
"You're such an idiot. The first time you masturbated with my underwear, you ejaculated all over it and didn't even clean it
properly before putting it back. It's my own underwear, can't you tell? Another time you
slept in my underwear and forgot to take it off. When I woke you up in the morning, I found that the lace mesh on the underwear had been torn.
The next day you thought you had gotten away with it and put it back. You're such an idiot."
His mother had exposed his embarrassing moments from puberty, leaving him speechless. "
Mom originally thought it was just a natural phenomenon of boys going through puberty. In the years that followed, Mom was busy with
her career and didn't pay attention anymore. Even if a few pairs of underwear were missing occasionally, she didn't care, thinking that you would be fine after puberty.
But, after reading your diary that day, I realized that your love for Mom had never changed, but
had become even stronger, which aroused my... my sexual fantasies about you. Actually, ever since that time I fantasized about you raping Mom and
had an orgasm, Mom has gotten used to you. Every time I think about you, it's you. If you don't believe me, Mom will show you something
, and you'll understand."
Mom said, stroking my penis again: "Until yesterday, it was the second time I saw your penis.
It's even thicker and bigger than it was in junior high school."
"Mom, we won't need to use masturbation to solve this anymore, right?"
"Of course, Mom has a son who loves me so much, who is so... good at... penetration, so I don't need to rely on my hands and fantasies
to satisfy myself." Mom said, taking my penis into her mouth. "
Mom...wait...wait...what did you say you wanted to show me?"
"Wait a minute." Mom let go of my penis and went into the room.
I usually only rummaged through the closet where Mom kept her bras and panties, I never knew Mom had so many secrets.
A moment later Mom came out, holding three books.
"Sigh! Xiao Jun, we mother and son are a match made in heaven, guess what these are?"
I immediately guessed, a diary, Mom's diary...could it be...Oh my god! Could this be?
"Xiao Jun, you've only written one, but Mom has written three over the years, tell me,
aren't we a perfectly in sync?"
I randomly flipped to one of them, the date was from my freshman year of college, it said:
"Xiao Jun, Mom came again last night, your big thing went hard into Mom's little hole, oh, so beautiful,
Mom hopes this isn't a fantasy, it's real..."
I flipped to another, newer one, the date was from last week, it said:
"Xiao Jun, you say you don't have a girlfriend, but Mom doesn't believe it. You're so great, Mom doesn't believe you don't have a girlfriend.
Mom is so jealous, so reluctant to let you go. Mom loves you. Will you look down on Mom? Think Mom has psychological problems?
Mom is so afraid you'll find out, but I also want you to know. Come and hug Mom! Mom loves you madly,
Mom is willing to give herself to you, Mom's body has already been given to you, waiting for you, hoping that one day you will come in, take off Mom's clothes,
and just like Mom imagines, use your penis to possess me, possess Mom, rape Mom, insert into Mom's
little hole..."
Reading this, I looked up at my mother. Her face was flushed, shy yet full of affection, her
alluring eyes watching my reaction. Our mother-son understanding had reached such a level that no more words were needed.
I lifted Mom's chin, and Mom immediately closed her eyes. I kissed her moist, luscious lips. "
Mmm...sizzle...mmm...sizzle..."
Mom's tongue passionately entered my mouth, stirring it around, then she sucked my tongue into her mouth.
Her hands and legs were tightly wrapped around my body.
"Mmm...mmm...mmm...whoosh..." Being kissed passionately by Mom was
a completely different feeling from kissing her myself. I fully felt Mom's love and desire.
This kiss lasted for nearly ten minutes before Mom reluctantly pulled away from my lips, but it also
reignited our desire. We said nothing more .
We exchanged a glance, and Mom rolled over onto the pillow, raising her
buttocks and spreading her legs, giving me a clearer view of her pink vulva. So beautiful, so beautiful, a delicate, rosy white
, unlike the dark, unsightly vulvas in pornographic pictures. Mom's pubic hair was soft and thick, its
texture as comfortable as lush green grass. I lowered my head, mesmerized, to kiss and lick it. Just as Mom could no longer resist
, I held her full buttocks and, with a "plop," inserted my penis into her dripping,
wet vulva.
That day, Mom and I had sex repeatedly. Mom climaxed again and again. Because Mom told me it
was her safe period, I recklessly ejaculated into her vagina, scalding her uterus
, the place that had once nurtured me. My mother's bold moans seemed never to cease, uttering every lewd word she knew.
With my guidance, it reached an extreme level of debauchery.
This woman, my own mother, my completely liberated sexual partner—I was certain in my heart that
the ultimate sexual pleasure was all here. What more could I ask for than a celestial beauty?
Our intercourse lasted until ten o'clock at night. Our fluids were almost completely drained;
the sofa, the floor, and our bed were covered in traces of debauchery, especially my bed, strewn with
pubic hair that had fallen after our intense intercourse.
After having some snacks, my mother and I fell asleep in each other's arms.
The next morning, when I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was a full, round bottom
, wearing a tight pink panty that clung tightly to the bulging flesh in the middle, a deep slit forming between the two sides
. "Oh... Mom... Good... Morning," my mother was straddling me, sucking on my penis;
that's how she woke me.
"Mmm... Good... Child... Mmm..." my mother said, then took it back into her mouth.
I let my mother do as she pleased, only reaching out to bring her full buttocks towards my face, and began
licking the slit through her panties.
"Mom... Didn't you say... starting today... we'd go back to our normal way of being together?"
"Mom forgot today is Sunday. From now on, Sundays are no longer part of our agreement; holidays belong to us.
Okay?" My mother rolled over and lay on top of me.
"Of course!" I couldn't be happier.
It was another beautiful morning, and we had another frenzied sexual encounter before eating breakfast. That day ,
we tidied up the house, and Mom moved all her underwear into my room.
Then we played a game. Mom strung several long ropes in my room and called me out.
She called me back in a little while later, and I was immediately captivated by the spectacular sight before me. Mom had
hung up all her panties, one by one. I counted—at least a hundred different kinds of colorful and sexy underwear. Mom has so many quirky ideas, and this was just one of many ways
she added spice to our relationship . Mom explained that these were part of her company's business. I only knew her company imported and exported garments, but I never imagined it included women's underwear. No wonder Mom had so many fancy pieces of underwear. After my mother's explanation , I finally understood the huge difference between these few pieces of fabric. Her underwear was all made of high-quality materials, ranging in price from hundreds to thousands of yuan per piece. The red bra she bought for me yesterday cost over eight thousand yuan! I curiously touched it repeatedly, comparing it to other similar underwear, and realized that the difference in feel was indeed immense; no matter how much I rubbed it, it wouldn't wrinkle. Actually, my mother had a hidden purpose in telling me all this, which I didn't discover until the next morning. While introducing the fabrics, my mother even acted as a model, wearing each piece for me to see, and letting me feel the texture. I caressed my mother while feeling it myself. That feeling was truly intoxicating. That day, aside from Mom constantly changing her panties and bra, we were almost completely naked together. Mom , worried I'd get tired of her body and to maintain the thrill of the encounter, always kept a set of underwear on. I actually quite agreed with her; the allure of a partially revealed outfit was definitely more stimulating than complete nudity. Later, Mom kept one set to wear and neatly folded the rest, separating the bras and panties into several stacks on my bookshelf. But what puzzled me was that she labeled each stack with numbers: "1...2...3...4...5..." When I asked her why, she playfully only said two words: "Secret...Secret." Before bed, we had another passionate encounter before going to our respective rooms. The next day, we both kept our promise. After Mom woke me up, she went to work as usual. As I finished washing up and was about to leave, I suddenly remembered my new secret with Mom...my diary. Yesterday, after Mom revealed her secret diary to me, she said, "Jun, from now on, we'll use that newly bought diary as our secret. Mom has promised you, every day... I'll give you... give you... Oh! I can't say it! You understand, that's good. But Mom is also worried that you'll have sex with Mom every day, and your body won't be able to handle it. Women are different from men; if a man's semen isn't sufficient, his energy won't be good either. Besides... Mom really likes the feeling of your warm semen entering Mom's body. From now on, every month Mom will write my menstrual cycle on your desk calendar. During the safe period, you can safely ejaculate in ..." "Inside Mom's...my...little hole, but you have to wear a condom during ovulation. Mom can't get pregnant yet. In a few years, after Mom closes her business and we leave this city, and everything is settled, Mom won't be afraid anymore, okay? But it's inconvenient for Mom to buy you condoms, you can buy them yourself, buy a lot and keep them. Mom leaves messages in our diary every day, you'll know what to do when you read the messages." Thinking of what Mom said, I quickly went back to my room and opened the diary on the table. On the new page, it read : "Jun, for your health's sake, Mom's going to give you a challenge. From now on, Mom will leave you a riddle every day , like a treasure hunt. You'll solve the riddle according to the instructions in the message. Only if you solve it will Mom give you her body. If you can't solve it or the time is up, it doesn't count..." Reading this, I truly admired my mother. Managing a company for so many years, she's no ordinary woman. She has many ideas, and they're always unexpected. More importantly, she makes our sex life incredibly fun. I couldn't help but sigh, if every couple in the world had half of my mother's fun, how could there be any unhappy couples! To have a woman like my mother, what more could a husband ask for? I continued reading. "...Okay, today's riddle is—Northern Hemisphere, 75, Southern Hemisphere, 18—that's it, my dear son, go treasure hunting!" Good heavens! What is this? North latitude? South latitude? East longitude? West longitude? But even if there are such coordinates, there's no such map ! I racked my brains, still unable to figure it out as I left the house. During my lunch break, I went over yesterday's events again, trying to find any clues . Mom's so clever, what kind of question was that! Suddenly, I had an idea. In the afternoon, I couldn't wait to go home and see Mom's masterpiece from yesterday: rows of underwear labeled with numbers. "Northern Hemisphere" refers to the bras on top, 75 is the fifth item in the seventh row, "Southern Hemisphere" refers to the panties on the bookshelf below, and 18 is the eighth item in the first row. Sure enough, I first took out the fifth bra in the seventh row. Inside was a note that read: "21:00".

The time had come. I took out the eighth pair of panties from the first row, an extremely provocative black lace panty.
Inside, there was a note that read:
"Do you like this panty? Mom will wear it for you. Kitchen."
Mom wanted me to bring the panties to the kitchen at nine o'clock that evening.
When Mom returned, I deliberately pretended to be anxious, glancing at her pleadingly at the dinner table.
Mom still didn't break her promise, only gently pinching my nose while clearing the dishes and saying,
"Silly!"
Finally, it was almost nine o'clock. I saw Mom go into the kitchen, put the panties in her pocket, and then
follow her in. As soon as I entered, I said, "Mom, I'm so hungry, is there anything to eat?"
I saw the initial pleasure on Mom's face turn into disappointment.
"Okay, wait outside for a moment, I'll cook something for you." Mom's voice even sounded dejected
. Just as Mom turned around to turn on the stove, I took out the panties, hugged her from behind, and showed them to
her .
"Oh! You're teasing Mom... teasing me on purpose... you're so naughty..." Mom said with a delighted, coquettish tone
.
"Mom, you're so clever, how could your son be stupid!"
"Jun... Mom has faith in you, but... you're so naughty! You teased Mom all night, making me
worry."
"Who told you to give such a strange question? Okay, you keep your word!" I handed the panties to Mom
.
Mom took off her clothes one by one in front of me, then put on the black lace panties.
After some caresses, I turned Mom around, pulled the panties down to her thighs, spread her
legs, and, holding my penis, inserted it into her vagina from behind with a "plop." "
Ah...my dear son...Mom loves you so much...so smart...no wonder you're...ah...your own son
...um...do it...the mystery is solved...Mom is...your son's...little hole...ah
...little hole is so beautiful...ah...my dear son...your penis is so thick...so long...ah...it's inside
...ah...you're making Mom feel so good...ah...ah...do it...fuck Mom hard...Mom loves it
when you fuck me..."
After a while, we changed from standing to Mom kneeling on the floor tiles, and then I lifted Mom
onto the sink and thrust hard.
In this way, Mom and I completed another sexual intercourse full of fun and pleasure.
Before going to sleep, I was full of anticipation, looking forward to another wave of orgasm tomorrow.
Under this challenging and exciting fun, my mother and I enjoyed making love every day. Of course
, it wasn't like that every day. Sometimes when she wasn't feeling well or was too tired from work, although
she would still test me as agreed, I would pretend I couldn't guess the answers so she could rest. My mother, of course, understood and
felt touched by my tenderness and consideration. The deep love between us, mother and son, had long since transcended the typical romantic love between a
man and a woman.
However, I truly admire my mother's endless stream of ideas; sometimes simple, sometimes difficult, but
she always went to great lengths to add spice to life. For example, once she only wrote "ice" in her diary. I
found the ice cube tray in the freezer, melted all the small ice cubes, and
found a note written in ballpoint pen in one of the cubes. It read:
"These ice cubes aren't enough to extinguish the burning passion between mother and child. Mom needs you. 10 PM tonight, Mom will be waiting for you in the room
."
A more difficult time was quite remarkable. For example, once my mother wrote in her diary:
"x-1023
00:56:38".
I was completely baffled. What does x-1023 mean? Is 00:56:38 a time? 12:56:38 AM
? Impossible, I still have to decipher x-1023 first. I finally found a videotape titled "Adulterous Mother" among
a pile of videotapes on the bookshelf, its number being x-1023. Therefore, 00:56:38 must be the playback time. I rewound the VCR to zero and fast-forwarded . The numbers on the VCR spun rapidly until 00:56:38, where I paused. The screen displayed: "After dinner, Mom is waiting for you in the room. Come on over!" It was a scene of the mother proposing to her son. These kinds of puzzle games made me feel willing even if I couldn't solve them, and the satisfaction of solving them was even greater . Once, I even solved the puzzle just before the time was up. That time, the mother's message only contained the letters "pc." I immediately thought of a computer, so I went home and turned on the computer to find the answer. But after searching through all the erotic pictures and articles I had collected, I still couldn't find it. Then I thought of using the date to find it. Maybe Mom created a text file and hid it in that directory. So I locked the date to the most recent few days , but I was afraid Mom would change the date after typing it. Finally, I found one, but it was a directory, not a file, named `myde`. I excitedly opened it, only to find a bunch of subdirectories starting with 'a'. After looking through them all, I realized only the `ars` directory had anything; the others were empty. I thought to myself, Mom must have created countless subdirectories, but the answer was finally about to appear. I finally opened the last directory, named `irty`, and there was a text file inside. Finally, I solved it! But when I opened the text file, I saw the words: "Good luck! Almost there!" Oh my god! What is this?! I tried again to find clues, but it was still useless. I couldn't help but curse Microsoft's Windows 95 system as truly terrible. So I left the Windows 95 screen and jumped to the DOS directory to search again. When I went in one by one without finding anything, I suddenly noticed a string of text on the screen: c:\myde\ars\onm\omw\anty\oufu\ckmei\nbat\hroo\matsev\en-th\irty. I had a flash of inspiration, copied it down, and went back to Windows 95, because the directories under Windows 95 could be set to large...

It was lowercase, but I couldn't see it in DOS. So I combined all the directories, and the result was:
c:\myde\ars\onm\omw\anty\oufu\ckmei\nbat\hroo\matsev\en-th\irty.
Separating them, it was:
mydearson.momwantyoufuckmeinbathroom,atseven-thirty.
Genius! Mom is truly a genius.
At that moment, I realized it was exactly 7:30. Just before Mom went in, she playfully patted my head and
said, "Go for it!"
I immediately took off all my clothes, pushed open the bathroom door, and found Mom sitting fully clothed next to the bathtub,
smiling at me.
"Fun, isn't it!" Mom said mischievously.
"Mom, you little devil!" I picked her up and started taking off her clothes. "
Son, will you help Mom take a bath?"
"Okay!" After undressing Mom, I started lathering her entire body with soap, then also
lathered my erect penis.
After lathering, without saying a word, I held Mom's plump buttocks and inserted my penis into her vagina from behind
, starting to thrust.
"Ah... um... ah..." Mom held onto the bathtub with both hands, occasionally turning her head
to look at me with alluring eyes.
"Ah... Jun... good son... you... you're helping Mom wash... bathe... or washing Mom's vagina...
" After only a few thrusts, a lot of foam came out of Mom's vagina with each thrust, and soon
our genitals were almost completely covered by soap bubbles.
"Ah... Jun... is it okay?... Mom... is ready... ah..."
I understood what Mom meant; this scene was something we had seen together in a novel.
The son used a soap-covered penis to insert into his mother's anus for anal sex. I
knew Mom was eager to try it out, wanting to know what it felt like.
"Mom, you have to be patient!" Mom wanted to give me her anus; perhaps it was another way of expressing love.
Women all want to give their first time to the person they love most.
I pulled my penis out of her vagina and
lifted it upwards, gently pressing it against her anus. "Coming... Mom..." I used the head of my penis, lubricated by the soap, to gently push it in.
"Ah... It hurts... It hurts so much... Stop... Stop for a moment..." Mom screamed in pain.
I stopped immediately, but actually only the head of my penis went in.
"Mom, seeing how uncomfortable you are, let's stop, okay?" I said, about to pull out.
"No... Good son... It's okay... It's just like a girl losing her virginity... It'll be over in a bit
... Besides... Mom truly wants to give her first time... and even every time after that... to my most beloved
son... Take your time... Mom will be patient... Come on... Slowly push it in again..."
Okay! Since Mom said so, I slowly pushed forward again.
"Mmm...ah...ah...gently...gently..." Mom was trying her best to endure it.
I thought to myself, maybe this is like tearing a Salonpas, the slower you tear, the more painful it is, so I ignored everything
and thrust hard.
"Ah...Jun...you're bad..." My penis was completely inside Mom's anus.
This feeling of being tightly surrounded by flesh walls was really very comfortable. After a while...
"Jun...Mom has finally given you her first time...Mom will always be yours...
Are you comfortable?"
"Mom, I'm very comfortable, but I don't want you to suffer like this."
"No...come on...try moving it...Mom's a little itchy down there..."
So I started thrusting. "
Hmm...hmm...Mom...I'm starting to feel it...ah...a little numb...but...ah
...it feels good...ah...strange...son...your penis is inside Mom's ass...but
...Mom's vagina...feels so good...ah..."
I thrust in and out, while simultaneously inserting my fingers into Mom's vagina and kneading her clitoris.
"Ah...good...so beautiful...good son...this feeling...is so stimulating...oh my god...Jun
...Mom...both of Mom's vaginas...you've fucked them both...ah...ah...son...dear son...
Mom's going crazy...you're so good...you're so good at penetrating..."
After thrusting for a while, I suddenly pulled out and then inserted my penis into Mom's vagina again. "
Ah... Jun... don't you like Mom's... new little hole...?"
"Mom... I love it to death... but now you have two little holes... I have to feed both of them... it's fair...
oh..."
"Ah... umm... you really are my dear son... Mom loves you... dear mother loves dear son... no
... no... it's dear mother's... little hole loves dear son's penis inside... ah... ah... ah... so...
beautiful..."
My penis moved back and forth between the two holes, sometimes above, sometimes below. I fucked Mom
until she almost fainted.
Finally, I thrust with all my might and ejaculated into Mom's vagina.
"Ah... I'm coming... Mom gave it to you..." Mom also reached orgasm at the same time.
Our sex life between mother and son, thanks to Mom's hard work in creating fun, not only did we not get tired of it, but
it became sweeter and sweeter. Because we adjusted well, even when we went out together, nothing seemed amiss. My mother
would often praise me after we returned, saying I could have sex with her without any mystery.
We didn't plan to elope and get married. Firstly, our tacit understanding prevented anyone from suspecting anything. Secondly,
my mother said that once we were married, we wouldn't be mother and son anymore, but husband and wife. We both
enjoyed the thrill of incestuous sex between mother and son, which defied societal norms. Therefore, having sex under the guise of mother and son was more
exciting than being husband and wife. We both loved this thrill and had incestuous blood flowing in our veins.
Later, during summer vacation, we planned a month-long trip. How we had
wild sex on the beach at a famous scenic spot in Taiwan at night, how
we lifted my mother's skirt and penetrated her vagina in a train toilet during off-peak hours, and how we left traces of our mother-son love in various hotels and guesthouses—
that's another story…

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