Sweet Taboo

Chapter 1

On the note Nie Ping left for her son, Su Zhan, she wrote: Son, do well on the exam. Mom is waiting for you there.
(PS: A red lipstick mark)

This was a pink note with a faint cosmetic scent that she placed on her son's bedside table before leaving that morning,
under his watch.

Su Zhan wore the watch every day, and this day was no exception. However, he woke up late and,
in his haste to grab the watch, he didn't see the note underneath.

The day of the college entrance exam finally arrived, and Nie Ping couldn't help but feel excited as she drove. For nearly a month,
to avoid distracting her son from preparing for the exam, she and her son had made a pact of "passing by the door three times without entering." She had
thought that a young man like her son would find it difficult to endure, but unexpectedly, Su Zhan had truly focused
on his studies for the past month, as if he had become a different person. On the contrary, she herself had tossed and turned many nights, unable to sleep. Since
having sexual relations with her son, and with her husband not around, the feeling of loneliness was truly unbearable.

Thinking of this, Nie Ping couldn't help but smile, laughing at herself for being such a lewd woman. Although Su Zhan wasn't her
biological son, she had been Su Zhiwen's stepmother for almost ten years since their marriage. She doted on Su Zhan and
played the role very well; Su Zhan treated her no differently than he would his own mother.

But now, she was immersed in sexual fantasies about her son, in reliving the wild

pleasure of their passionate lovemaking. Over the past month, these fantasies and memories had grown stronger and
more agonizing. Su Zhan's youthful, vibrant body gave her a pleasure she hadn't experienced in a long time, and
the aphrodisiac of ethical taboo seemed to have returned her body to its most youthful state,
filled desire, and vitality.

Nie Ping's smile gradually faded, her breathing becoming labored. The
lingering acted like a vibrator, causing her vagina to involuntarily secrete fluid that soaked her panties.
She couldn't help but press one hand firmly against the slightly swollen mounds of flesh on her thighs. She tried to suppress
this inappropriate desire, but instead, she was controlled by it. She drove with her left hand while
masturbating .

"Ah Zhan, Mommy's little darling, after today you'll be able to make Mommy feel good again, ah," Nie Ping
murmured to herself , "Harder, son, quickly fill Mommy's little hole with your big cock!"

Just as she was lost in fantasies of her son's masturbation pleasure, she inadvertently
noticed window! He saw everything—he saw a woman
masturbating while driving! Nie Ping felt as if she'd been struck by lightning, her mind blank. She was about to reach out her hand,
but then remembered her fingers were covered in semen. Trying to avoid the man's gaze, she looked straight ahead and slammed on
the gas pedal.

Her mind was still buzzing. Her brazen incestuous relationship with her son seemed to have made her lose herself, leading her to
do something she would never have dared to do in the past. After driving for a while, Nie Ping's tense mood gradually
relaxed. It seemed the man hadn't followed; he had deliberately turned a few corners and parked the car in a secluded
alley. After waiting for a while, she finally felt at ease. This thrilling and
unexpected little episode improved Nie Ping's mood. It seemed that after spending so much time with her son, Su Zhan, his
lively and cheerful youthful characteristics had been transferred to her.

The alley was long and deserted, with only a few pedestrians, reminding her of the circumstances surrounding her and her son's story. It

probably started around the summer her son was sixteen; Nie Ping had begun to have "improper"
thoughts about him. Because her husband, Su Zhiwen, hadn't been home for over six months due to work,
how could the twenty-eight-year-old Nie Ping endure the loneliness? Her son, Su Zhan, at sixteen, already had
the bearing of an adult, and more importantly, the youthful energy he exuded reminded Nie Ping of Su Zhiwen in his youth
.

One afternoon, unable to resist the urge, Nie Ping trembled slightly as she pulled her son's discarded
underwear in front of her. A strong smell of sweat and fishy odor rushed
into her bloodstream with her tentative breath. At that moment, her pleasure was so intense that she couldn't control the flow of vaginal fluid from deep within her uterus; she could clearly
feel the dampness through the underwear.

From initial caution, swayed by taboo concerns and simultaneously overwhelmed by forbidden pleasure, she
eventually succumbed to the surging desire and long-standing loneliness, seeking any way to soothe herself.

Her son Su Zhan's masculine underwear became the best prop. Countless times, Nie Ping lay in
bed, covering her face with these underwear, panting, and using her fingers to reach orgasm. Later ,
it all became a kind of poison.

From then on, looking at her son's strong body would stir up her desires; her addiction grew
stronger and stronger, and the amount of Su Zhan's clothes alone seemed insufficient to fully satisfy her needs. But on the other hand,
the restraint remained strong and powerful. On the surface, she was still the same gentle and somewhat dignified mother,
even more so than before, to conceal their relationship.

She never thought of incest.

At that time, Nie Ping remained at the level of secretly indulging in her infatuation to satisfy her unbearable emptiness. She
never thought of letting her son know or making any hints to him. After a period of such restraint
, Nie Ping's infatuation with her son gradually lessened, and after Su Zhiwen returned, she even
began to forget this embarrassing past.

Normal family life continued for nearly a year, and her husband, Su Zhiwen, once again began a long trip away. The "affection" she had for her son a year ago seemed to be the result of a whim at the time, and this time, Nie Ping didn't think about it
for a long time . 　　On the other hand, her son, Su Zhan, was experiencing a significant turning point in his life, going from dating a girl named Xiao Ya to experiencing sex for the first time. Another summer came, and he and Xiao Ya broke up . Nie Ping was completely unaware of all this. In her mind, although her son was an adult, he wasn't mature enough for that; she still considered him a "virgin" who knew nothing about sex. In reality, Su...

Zhan had a thorough understanding of this area, though he wasn't technically proficient yet. He knew many
"styles" that Nie Ping couldn't even imagine.

She couldn't imagine that her image in her son's eyes had changed, just as it had at this time last year
. Her son, Su Zhan, had developed a strong interest in mature women,
perhaps stemming from his undeniably sexy and beautiful stepmother.

One holiday afternoon not long after, Su Zhan and his classmate Jin Lin, finding no place to play ball
, came home to play games. Nie Ping happened to be home, dressed casually in a loose long-sleeved top and a soft skirt
, and brought them drinks. Nie Ping noticed a fleeting look of surprise in Jin Lin's eyes when he saw her, his gaze lingering
on her chest, while her son continued playing without turning around, completely ignoring her.

As Nie Ping left her son's room, she heard Jin Lin say to him, "Your mom is so beautiful!" Women
always feel happy to hear such praise, and for some reason, Nie Ping listened quietly, curious to know what
her son's reaction would be.

"Really?" Su Zhan seemed nonchalant. "Are you going to play or not?"

"Seriously, Su Zhan, your mom's figure is amazing, you can't even tell she's..." Nie Ping
felt a little pleased to hear others praising her in front of her son.

"If you keep saying that, I'll kick you out!" her son Su Zhan said angrily.

"Don't be so hasty, I was just saying, besides, she's not your biological mother."

Nie Ping heard a muffled thud from inside, followed by Jin Lin's shout. Sensing something was wrong, she
hurriedly pushed open the door. Clearly, her son Su Zhan had hit Jin Lin in anger. The latter was pressing his head and glaring
at him resentfully. When Nie Ping entered, both of them panicked. Jin Lin glared fiercely at Su Zhan and stormed
out.

"Why did you hit him?" Nie Ping asked. The way her son had stared at Jin Lin was something she had never seen before
.

Su Zhan's eyes softened: "Who told him to talk bad about you?"

Jin Lin's praise of her figure was interpreted as a bad thing by her son. Nie Ping understood the implication to some extent.
Although she was somewhat pleased with her son's interpretation, she pretended not to know what had just happened and
said, "Why would you talk bad about me for no reason? Did you and him have a fight and drag your mother into it?"

"Never mind, if you don't believe me, that's fine." Su Zhan turned and sat on the bed, as if he were angry with her.

"Damn it, did I hurt my son's feelings?" Nie Ping thought to herself. She quickly sat down behind her son, putting
her hands on his shoulders: "Mom knows she was wrong. I shouldn't have doubted you. Please forgive Mom, Zhan."

"Mom, do you know what Jin Lin said about you?" Su Zhan asked hesitantly, his head down.

Nie Ping asked with feigned interest, "What?" while thinking to herself: Let's see what kind of
lie .

"He said you're very pretty and have a great figure."

"What?" Nie Ping was genuinely surprised. She hadn't expected her son to tell the truth. This answer made
her panic. "He shouldn't have said that about his classmate's mother, but it's not exactly bad talk, is it?
Why hit him?"

After asking this question, Nie Ping felt something was off. A terrible thought surfaced in her mind,
making her regret her words. She told herself that she was probably overthinking things,
but when Su Zhan stammered out "Mom, actually," Nie Ping still
stood up in a panic. "Never mind, Zhan, don't think about it anymore. Mom will go see..."

She stopped abruptly before she could finish. Su Zhan suddenly stood up as if he had finally made up his mind and grabbed
Nie Ping's hand. Just as he was about to say something, Nie Ping quickly silenced her son.

Now she understood that her guess was correct. Her quick understanding of this matter probably
stemmed from the similar feelings she had had for her son last year, but Nie Ping didn't want it to happen again.

Her instinctive fear of this matter overshadowed her past from last year.

Nie Ping comforted her flustered son with her eyes, then let go of his hand, pulled him to sit on the bed,
composed herself, and said, "Okay, now
tell Mom everything you want to say."

Su Zhan shook his head.

"Weren't you eager to say something just now?" Nie Ping was somewhat surprised by her son's silence; it wasn't
a good sign. "It's okay, Zhan, Mom will understand whatever you say and will forgive you.
What can't you tell Mom?"

Nie Ping knew that now was the best
time But Su Zhan kept his head down, showing no intention of confessing. She continued to persuade him:
"Zhan, your thoughts are normal. It means you've grown up. Mom
is . If you keep hiding things from Mom, Mom will get angry."

Su Zhan didn't know that his mother had seen through his thoughts, so there was no point in hiding anything anymore
. However, he knew that his feelings were not what Nie Ping described. Nie Ping only saw him
as a child who had just "grown up," while in reality, he had long understood such things and was even
quite adept .

Under these circumstances, his "liking" for Nie Ping was not a simple liking; it could be said that in Su Zhan's
heart, it had already crossed the line of taboo. And for Nie Ping, it was clearly much more difficult than with her son.

Su Zhan, no longer intending to hide it, decided to be completely open: "Mom, to be honest,
I like you, but not the kind of liking a son has for his mother, it's the liking a man has for a woman."

Hearing her son actually say it, and say it so bluntly, Nie Ping's heart couldn't help but tremble.
She was still prepared to persuade him: "Zhan has really grown up, he understands these things now. This is all very normal..."

"Is it normal for a son to like his mother?" Su Zhan suddenly interrupted Nie Ping, seemingly
impatient with his mother treating him like a naive child. "Mom, I've understood this for a long time. Men and
women having sex is indeed a very normal thing."

Su Zhan almost slapped her son across the face, but she suddenly hesitated, feeling that she didn't have the courage to do so.
She was determined to beat her son. Despite this, she still seemed very angry: "Are you crazy? I'm your
mother! What would your father do if he knew what you were thinking?"

It seemed that Su Zhiwen was indeed a very effective presence, because his long-term absence
emboldened Su Zhan's "ambition" towards Nie Ping, but the father's intimidation was still there; the mere mention of his name
made Su Zhan panic. But unfortunately, this intimidation was only temporary, because Su Zhan realized that
his mother wouldn't tell anyone. It was only after realizing this that Su Zhan
looked up again and discovered that Nie Ping had left.

Nie Ping knew, of course, that running away wouldn't solve the problem, but at that moment, she was filled with anxiety
. She was afraid to stay there, afraid that she would lose control. All of this was a direct
manifestation of instinct; in fact, she always had a contrary impulse within her, but now she was too
afraid to even think about it.

This emotion could only be slowly processed when she was alone in bed late at night.
Last year 's "crazy" memory was rekindled, and it became uncontrollable. In Nie Ping's imagination,
she saw herself and her son entangled together, a scene that filled her with both shock and joy, a
powerful, unprecedented sense of release. But once she opened her eyes, a stronger force
controlled her thoughts, completely suppressing those imaginings and repeatedly telling her that the consequences would
be disastrous, and that she must remain steadfast in her stance.

Normally, when mother and son met the next morning, an awkward silence would be inevitable.
But strangely, this didn't happen. Because both of them had their own convictions, and with
conviction comes fearlessness, and naturally, no awkwardness. Nie Ping got up early to prepare breakfast, and Su Zhan smiled brightly
. The two sat down to eat together, just like always.

Nie Ping had her reasons for feigning composure, but in her view, her son Su Zhan shouldn't be so
unrestrained . So, on the surface, she appeared focused, smiling as she watched her son, but inwardly she was troubled. Her son
's behavior left her unable to find a reason to get to the point. As Su Zhan was finishing his breakfast,
she finally couldn't help but speak up: "Zhan, I want to talk to you about yesterday." "Okay, but I have to go to school now. Let's talk when I get back tonight," Su Zhan said

with a smile, looking at Nie Ping. 　　If this weren't her son, Nie Ping would have been filled with unease. Was her son's inner world really that strong and dangerous? She felt she couldn't believe it: "Then come home early after school." 　　With a heart full of anxiety, Nie Ping spent a difficult day. She left work early and went home, dressing herself as solemnly as possible, then slowly rehearsed her words in her mind, considering possible unexpected situations. 　　Nie Ping's idea was to resolve the matter as peacefully as possible. If her " rebellious remained obstinate, she would have to bring his father in to maintain order. If things escalated to the most uncontrollable situation, she would have no choice but to use forceful measures. The most basic principle was to stand firm and never waver. 　　Su Zhan hadn't appeared yet, and it seemed the first, most peaceful solution had already failed, because she hadn't expected her son to be so late. Waiting was agonizing, and anger was rising in Nie Ping's heart. 　　When Su Zhan returned, it was already late, and the house was dimly lit. He was almost scared out of his wits by Nie Ping's furious gaze as soon as he entered. He turned on the light, put down his schoolbag, and seemed completely ignoring her anger : "Mom, is dinner ready? I'm starving." 　　"Why are you so late?" Nie Ping suppressed her emotions, waiting for her son to give a nonsensical answer so she could explode hysterically. 　　"Didn't I tell you last time that we'd be having evening self-study sessions starting this week? I forgot about it this morning , I'm sorry, Mom." 　　Nie Ping painfully realized that it seemed there really was such a thing, because evening self-study sessions were being held due to the approaching college entrance exam. 　　Understanding this, her anger vanished, and she began to care for her son: "Then why didn't you eat dinner ?" 　　"Because I was already upset that I hadn't been told about the evening self-study sessions, and I wanted Mom to wait for me at home, how could I have an appetite for dinner?" 　　Her son's concern touched Nie Ping, even though she told herself there might be something fishy going on, she couldn't help but be moved: "Good son, it's rare for you to care about your mother like this, Mom will make you a nice meal right away." 　　"Mom, you're tired too, why don't we just go out for a simple meal?" Su Zhan suggested. 　　Her son seemed completely open and honest, and Nie Ping began to wonder if she was being too suspicious. He had already let go of yesterday's events, while she was still dwelling on it, constantly "on guard" against her son—wasn't that a bit inappropriate ? She agreed to her son's suggestion and went to her room to change her clothes. When she came out, she saw her son holding a cardboard box. 　　"What's this?" she asked. 　　"A gift for Mom," Su Zhan smiled. 　　Nie Ping took the box with curiosity. It was an old box, and she didn't know what was inside. She opened the lid , then peeled back a layer of white wrapping paper. Bright red came into view—a pair of brand-new, shiny high heels. For a moment, Nie Ping was completely captivated by the high heels. This is a woman's nature. After that moment , she looked at her son and asked, "Did you buy this yourself?" 　　Su Zhan looked at her slyly, "I took it from your wallet in your room." Seeing the surprise and anger that immediately , he smiled again, "Of course not! I bought it with all my savings. How about it, isn't it pretty?" 　　"You little rascal!" Nie Ping scolded him irritably. She closed the box again and said seriously to her son, "Mom can't accept this gift." 　　Su Zhan looked at Nie Ping with pleading eyes and said, "Mom, these shoes will look really good on you. I think..." 　　Before her son could finish, Nie Ping interrupted him, "Zhan, let me tell you seriously, that kind of thing is absolutely impossible. You're just growing up and starting to understand some things. You must give up this idea as soon as possible. Luckily, Mom found out about this in time, otherwise, it would only make you sink deeper and suffer more..."

" It's a big hurt."

"Mom, you're right. Actually, I understood after yesterday. But
I bought these shoes especially for you before, and I didn't dare to give them to you. Now that I've figured it out, I can
give them away openly."

Looking at her son's sincere face, Nie Ping really believed him. Although the high heels
were a bit brightly colored, they were clearly a fashionable style, and naturally, they weren't cheap. Thinking that her son's
feelings for her were so deep that he had put so much thought into buying her a gift, Nie Ping felt a special kind of emotion.
Since they got married, Su Zhiwen hadn't bought her a thoughtful gift in a long time. When they were dating,
she felt like a noble princess, and the feeling of being loved was so sweet. Nie Ping
was lost in thought for a moment.

"Mom, what are you thinking about? You accepted my gift?" Su Zhan asked.

"Okay, thank you, Zhan."

"As a thank you, put them on now. I really want to see if they look really pretty."

Seeing her son's eager and attentive gaze, Nie Ping knew she couldn't refuse. Besides, she really liked these
high heels, and she was confident she would look beautiful in them.

"Of course you'll look beautiful! Your mother used to be a great beauty." Nie Ping said to her son as she changed her shoes.
"How do I look?"

Su Zhan looked her up and down, his gaze finally settling on the deep red high heels. "They really are beautiful.
These shoes seem like they were made just for these feet."

Nie Ping happily tapped her son's head. The high heels made a bright, cheerful, almost rhythmic sound on the ground
before stopping. She turned to her son and said, "Come on, let's go eat."

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