[Urban] Masked Mother Complex Trilogy (Complete) - 7-9

【Part Two: Mother Gazing at the Coastline】 (8)

During the day, a sudden strong wind blew up on the island, and everyone was talking about how the weather forecast last night predicted Typhoon Morakot would wreak havoc in the nearby waters. No wonder we encountered such high waves at sea yesterday.

We played on the island for a while, but due to the strong wind, we had to return to the hotel.

I had already restored the VOOD player in the room to its original state, so neither my mother nor I wanted to go back to the room. Instead of going back with the tour group, we walked together in a small grove on the island.

"Xiaolong, I want to tell you something," my mother said.

"What is it?"

"I don't know why, but I always feel that you are very much like someone I am very close to, and I can't help but want to be with you." My mother stared at my face and said.

"Hehe, that means my sister and I are destined to be together." I said with a grin, but I was uneasy inside. Had my mother noticed something?

"Xiaolong, I've told you everything, haven't I?" my mother said suddenly and firmly.

"Hmm?" My heart skipped a beat.

"My sister was married and divorced, and she has a twelve-year-old son who looks a lot like you. That's why I didn't want to make love to you at first last night," Mom said, looking at me. "But being with you makes me inexplicably happy, and I can't help but want to be held and loved by you. This feeling is really contradictory." Mom lowered her head.

"..." I didn't know what to say.

"Xiaolong, you won't blame me for not telling you beforehand, will you?"

"No, of course not." I quickly said, "Actually, I still can't believe it. You said you have a twelve-year-old son. You're only twenty-five or twenty-six at most, so if that's the case, you had a child when you were thirteen or fourteen?"

"You little rascal, you really know how to make your sister happy." Mom laughed, amused by my words. "I'm not that young."

"Sister, you really are young! I'm not kidding you!" I stared at Mom's face and said, "Hey, sister, your face seems to be glowing with a mysterious radiance today."

"Is it true?" Mom blushed and lowered her head, saying, "I noticed it when I looked in the mirror this morning. My skin seems especially fair and tender today. I really don't know why."

"Hehe, sister, have you forgotten? A virgin's essence is a top-quality beauty product." I said with a wicked smile.

Surprisingly, Mom didn't argue with me; instead, her face turned even redder. She said, "Xiaolong, thank you. Being with you really makes me much happier."

I gently hugged Mom, a sweet feeling welling up inside me. All my guilt and unease vanished in that instant.

"Xiaolong, you really don't mind that I'm much older than you?"

"How much older exactly?" I teased.

"I won't tell you, you wicked man!" Mom nestled on my shoulder, fiddling with the buttons on my shirt.

"Hehe..." I laughed happily, "Sister, you've only slept with me for one night, and you've already become so much younger. If we sleep together for another year or two, I'll be older than you."

"Who wants to sleep with you for a year or two!" Mom said coquettishly.

"Sister, don't you want to?" I feigned surprise.

"Xiaolong, you're not lying to me, are you?" Mom's face suddenly darkened. "After the trip, will you still be with me?" Mom hugged me tightly, saying sadly, "Xiaolong, when I woke up this morning, it all felt like an unreal dream. The thought that we'll eventually break up hurts so much."

I secretly cheered, Mom really loves me!

Mom suddenly pulled away from my embrace, saying, "But I've thought about it now. I should be content with such a wonderful experience in my life."

I stared in disbelief at the change in Mom's emotions. Beneath her seemingly strong exterior, I saw her fragile heart, one that needed love and care.

"Why are you looking at me like that!" Mom stamped her foot and scolded.

"Sigh..." I sighed, "So, you only see our meeting as a fleeting moment. I still want to continue our relationship after we return to City A."

"What did you say?" Mom's beautiful almond-shaped eyes widened in disbelief.

"I said I want to be with you forever!" I stared into Mom's eyes and shouted.

"Xiaolong... are you serious? You really won't leave your sister?" Mom threw herself into my arms, hugging me tightly as if I would fly away if she let go.

"Sister, I'm telling the truth. I don't care about your age or that you have a son. I just want to be with you!" I said emotionally.

"Xiaolong... I'm so happy." Mom squirmed in my arms, her body burning hot.

"But I have one condition," I suddenly said.

"What?" Mom stopped squirming.

"From now on, I'll sleep in your room every night, in bed with you, not on the floor." I whispered in Mom's ear.

"Oh... Xiaolong..." Mom couldn't take my flirtatious words anymore. She hugged me tightly and said sweetly, "I'm serious. You're still teasing your sister like this. Okay, from today onwards, I'll sleep with you every night. Are you satisfied now?"

"I can only fall asleep with you in my arms..." I said in a hoarse voice, continuing to tease Mom.

"Mmm... Xiaolong wants to sleep with his sister..." Mom was lost in passion, her lips slightly parted, anticipating my kiss.

"We have to make love every night." I pecked at Mom's fragrant lips.

"Mmm... We have to make love every night... Oh... Xiaolong... kiss your sister quickly..." Mom was almost driven mad by my teasing, constantly squeezing her hot body into my arms.

Putting aside the age gap, this mature and beautiful young woman completely revealed her desire.

"I want to have sex with my sister now..."

"Mmm... have sex?" Mom murmured, suddenly becoming more aware, and said, "Oh... don't do it outside, it's so embarrassing. Xiaolong, let's go back to the room."

"Sister, there's no other way. It's easier for people to spy on us in the room, and if we move the DVD, they'll become suspicious." I knew Mom wouldn't easily accept having sex here, so I patiently explained.

"Mmm, Xiaolong..." Mom lowered her head, clearly agreeing.

I quickly seized the opportunity and pulled Mom to a grassy area in the woods. I sat on the grass, letting my mother sit on my lap. I unzipped my pants, revealing a pair of briefs with an opening in the front, so my penis quickly emerged.

"Oh…" my mother exclaimed, "Xiaolong, your…your penis is so white!"

I was only twelve, so of course my penis was white; even fully engorged, it still looked clean and white, without any hint of menace.

"It's still a little penis," I said.

"A little penis…hehe, it's so big, is it still a little penis? How shameless…" My mother playfully scratched my glans with her finger.

"Oh, hold it quickly, I can't take it anymore!"

"Giggle, poor little penis, your sister is coming to catch you," my mother said coquettishly, making a ring with her fingers and skillfully encircling my penis. "

Little penis, big bad guy, pull it, grow up quickly," my mother seemed to be singing a children's song, making my blood boil.

Watching my penis slide in and out of my mother's soft, white hands, her warm palms tightly enveloping my manhood, I quickly became unable to resist and hurriedly said, "Sister, no, stop. Wait a minute..."

My mother released her hand, pretending to measure the length of my penis with her fingers, and said with a smile, "My 'forcing growth' method is really effective; your little penis has grown into a big penis now."

I simply couldn't stand my mother's teasing words. If she said a few more words like that in a sweet voice, I was about to ejaculate. I quickly told my mother to get up and take off her underwear.

My mother bit her lower lip and said, "Xiaolong, do you think someone might be secretly watching us at this time?"

"No, don't take off your skirt too, just take off your underwear. Even if someone is there, they won't see anything."

"How can that be? Wouldn't it be too embarrassing if others saw us doing this?" My mother still wouldn't allow it.

I lay on the ground silently, protesting with my erect penis.

Mom couldn't help but laugh, saying, "You little rascal, you're being cheeky! You won't say anything, but you're letting your little penis be your accomplice?"

Not wanting to spoil my fun, Mom took off her shoes and underwear. After finishing all that, her face was as red as a bright red cloth, and she quickly returned to me.

Mom's bare bottom sat on my lap, cool and comfortable.

"Xiao Long, this is my first time doing this outdoors," Mom's voice trembled slightly.

"Outdoor exercise is good for your health," I teased.

"Pfft..." Mom laughed again, her mood relaxing, and tapped my forehead, saying, "You little pervert, just this once, don't do it again!"

"Sister, did you pee on my leg? It's so wet!" I asked, feigning surprise.

"Don't talk nonsense, Xiao Long!" Mom covered my mouth with her hand in embarrassment.

I took the opportunity to lick Mom's pink fingers.

"Oh... Xiao Long..." Mom's starry eyes were half-closed, aroused by me.

Mom shifted her hips, searching for my penis. I was a little envious of my little cock, able to see the view under Mom's lewd skirt. I wasn't in a hurry to insert it, but instead pressed my penis against Mom's vulva, moving it around pleasurably until it was as wet as a freshly sucked popsicle.

"Sister, you're so wet, my little cock is eating your ice cream," I teased Mom.

Mom didn't answer, her eyes closed, her lips slightly parted, intently stroking my penis. Her vulva's thirsty little mouth almost caught my glans several times, but I slipped away each time.

Mom gave me a reproachful look, then reached under her skirt and grabbed my little cock. She pinched my penis with her fingers, aimed it at her vagina, and slowly sat down.

"Oh..." Mom groaned comfortably, her warm, fleshy hole taking my entire penis in.

"My little cock is back in its cage," Mom chuckled, slowly moving her hips up and down, stroking my penis. Because we were in the woman-on-top position, Mom became very proactive.

I, on the bottom, resent being so easily manipulated by her, arched my back, thrusting my hips upwards, my hands kneading her large, doughy buttocks from behind.

Mom quickly got into it, pulling my head into her arms, twisting her waist, her lower body rubbing against my pubic bone. In this position, Mom could actively rub her clitoris, and I arched my back, trying to cooperate with her.

Based on my experience of circulating internal energy during our last intercourse, I focused my energy on my penis, feeling it heat up and swell. Mom's vagina slowly tightened, the rings of flesh tightly wrapping around my penis, like countless tiny hands simultaneously stroking it.

Had my penis really gotten bigger? My mother clearly felt this even more deeply. She cried out, "Oh... Little Dragon, I love your little penis, your soft, white penis... It seems to have grown even bigger, ah... It's so tight, it's about to burst... Mmm... It's so beautiful!"

My mother moved up and down intensely, her long hair flying like waves, her face filled with ecstasy, and her vaginal fluids gushed out like molten lava. When she reached her climax, a series of beautiful moans escaped from deep within her throat. At that moment, my mother tilted her head back, so I couldn't see her exquisite expression during her orgasm, only her snow-white neck gracefully stretched out.

With the intense contractions of my mother's vagina, gushing hot fluids gushed out, pouring over my penis, scalding me so much that I ejaculated intensely, repaying my mother's gift. My

mother collapsed onto me, panting softly. I kissed my mother, enjoying the sweet afterglow with her, while simultaneously nourishing her with my own energy. My mother's body trembled incessantly in my arms, clearly very satisfied, which filled me with immense pride.

"Oh, Xiaolong, your essence seems to have spread to every part of my body. Now I feel like I'm soaking in hot water, so comfortable I don't want to move at all," my mother whispered in my ear. Could

there be a better reward than these sweet words?

At noon, while I was cuddling with my mother for a nap, my nascent soul went out again to find out Bai Song's next plan.

That old man Bai Song is a real pervert; in the middle of the day, he was still watching videos of men and women having sex in several rooms, with two naked women kneeling beside him, masturbating him. It seems only voyeurism can satisfy his morbid desires.

I recognized the men and women on the screen as tourists from a tour group, and I couldn't help but sigh inwardly. I could only protect my mother; I couldn't worry about anyone else.

Zheng Shuyu was scolded by Bai Song for the failed plan. Bai Song was even more furious when he found out I had spent the night in my mother's room last night. Now he only had one goal: to peep at my mother and me making love in bed.

This morning they checked the VoCD player in my mother's room and, of course, found nothing wrong. Just to be on the safe side, they replaced it with a VoCD player that had three cameras.

Knowing they wouldn't resort to force for the time being, I flew back to my room with peace of mind. After confirming with my mother this morning that we would continue our trip to City A, I didn't want to stay on this eerie island for another second.

In the afternoon, the wind was still strong, the sky was overcast, and a torrential downpour began.

My mother and I couldn't do anything in the room and were feeling bored, so we went to the hotel lobby to have tea and chat.

There we met Susan, who had fully recovered, and the female college student who had sat next to me on the plane, named Sang Jianshu.

Susan formally thanked my mother and me again. Sang Jianshu looked at me with a strange expression; when I looked at her, she looked away, lost in thought.

We chatted together, complaining that the awful weather had ruined our trip. After chatting for a while, Sang Jianshu suggested we go dancing at the dance hall on the seventh floor. She said the sound system there was good, and many people had been there the night before.

"But it's daytime," I said, enjoying the atmosphere with three beautiful women, each with their own unique

charm, and reluctant to go up. "Does this look like daytime?" Susan pointed to the dark sky outside, and we all laughed. I looked at my mother; upon hearing about dancing, her previously languid expression vanished, and her eyes lit up.

I smiled wryly, having forgotten that my mother loved dancing. Reluctantly, how could a man resist three beautiful women? I had no choice but to go with them in the elevator.

Entering the dance hall, a deafening roar greeted us. Upbeat music was blaring from the speakers, and the dance floor was already filled with men and women dancing.

Susan and Sang Jianshu screamed and plunged into the crowd, their arrival drawing cheers and whistles.

Every cell in my body seemed to be pulsating with the music. I grabbed my mother's hand, ready to head to the dance floor, when suddenly she pulled me back. I turned around and saw she seemed to be talking to me.

In the deafening roar of the music, I couldn't hear her at all. I leaned closer and shouted into her ear, "What are you saying?!" then covered my ear with my hand.

"I said disco might not suit me!" my mother shouted back.

So that's what she was worried about. I yelled back, "You look even younger and more beautiful now after we made love this morning!" Shouting these words so loudly, without worrying about anyone else hearing, was so exhilarating!

My mother glared at me and pinched my arm hard. I cried out in pain, and before she could react, I grabbed her waist and leaped onto the dance floor.

It was a semi-circular dance floor, large and exhilarating, accommodating dozens of people without feeling crowded. The area near the front stage in the center of the dance floor was still empty, and I pulled my mother there. Mom was a little shy and tried hard to break free of my hand, but of course, she didn't succeed.

This was undoubtedly the center of the dance floor. I released Mom's hand and started swaying on my own. Mom stood there helplessly, unsure what to do.

I yelled at her, "Chu Han, show me your passion and exuberance!"

Mom seemed to wake from a dream. She lightly tapped her toes to the beat, and with a heavy drumbeat, she suddenly launched into her energetic dance with an unexpected high kick followed by a 180-degree spin!

Mom's beautifully sculpted legs were perfect for dancing. Under the five-colored lasers, she twisted her dazzling curves, her long hair flying, exuding a wild charm! It made my mouth dry. I yelled a few times, did two somersaults, and danced around Mom, joining her.

Mom's slender hands conjured various beautiful shapes, making my blood boil. Under her magical dance, I was content to be the green leaf supporting the red flower.

The crowd had unknowingly gathered around us, applauding and cheering. My mother's eyes were fixed on me with fervent intensity. The tacit understanding we'd developed during dance rehearsals began to shine through. I knew exactly what her next move would be with every gesture and step.

As the final beat of the music approached, I knelt down, extending my hands. Our eyes met, filled with mutual trust. My mother bravely took a step forward, placing her foot on my palm. As the music reached its climax, we completed a series of movements. With my support, my mother finished the dance in a graceful, moon-like pose. A thunderous

applause erupted around us.

That evening, the rain stopped, and we strolled through the grove of trees, breathing in the fresh post-rain air. My mother, now dressed in a green dress, was still immersed in the excitement of the afternoon's dance. I held her soft hand, sharing her joy.

"Xiaolong, thank you," my mother said.

"Why are you thanking me?"

"It was you who helped my sister find herself again." My mother gazed at me, her eyes filled with deep affection.

"Sister...you mean the dance this afternoon?"

"Yes...at that moment, I completely forgot the past, feeling like I'd been reborn."

"Sister..." I was thrilled.

"Xiaolong, do you want to know about your sister's past?"

"No, sister, let the past be the past. I only want your future."

"Oh...Xiaolong..."

Mom threw herself into my arms and gave me a sweet kiss.

We separated after a long while.

"Xiaolong, your dance moves this afternoon were absolutely perfect. How did you do it?"

"That's called 'telepathic understanding,'" I laughed, trying to brush it off.

Mom rolled her eyes at me, then leaned back against me and said, "I don't know why, but I suddenly thought of my son, Xiaodan."

"Hmm..." I mumbled in response. Hearing Mom mention my name in front of me felt very strange, as if "Xiaodan" was a different person. It seems I've really gotten too into the role of "Xiaolong."

"I miss Xiaodan so much right now. He's been looking forward to this trip for so long, but I cruelly abandoned him and came out alone. I really regret it now."

Mom finally apologized to me, and I was so moved I almost cried, of course, because of "Xiaodan."

Seeing that I didn't say anything, Mom looked up at me with concern and said, "Xiaolong, you're not upset, are you?"

"How could I be?" My voice choked, "Sister's loving heart, I...I..." I couldn't continue and burst into tears.

"Oh...Xiaolong, don't cry, it hurts my heart." Mom reached out to wipe the tears from my face.

I tried to hold back, but the tears fell uncontrollably. Mom's eyes were also filled with tears, and finally, Mom and I hugged each other and cried bitterly.

At that moment, I became Xiaodan, crying out all my grievances in Mom's arms.

It took a long time for Mom and I to calm down.

Mom pulled away from my embrace, gently pushed me away, wiped the tears from her face, and scolded, "Xiaolong, you're so strange. I miss Xiaodan, why are you crying? You made your sister cry too."

My heart was pounding, and I kept reminding myself that I was Xiaolong, not Xiaodan, and it wasn't time to reveal my identity yet!

"But this crying has finally released the guilt I've been holding back towards Xiaodan these past few days. It feels so good."

Mom stretched and took a deep breath. "When we get back, I'll definitely apologize to Xiaodan formally and tell him that Mom will never leave him alone to go out and play again."

Oh, I was so touched. I opened my arms to hug Mom again.

Mom dodged away, scolding, "Xiaolong! Don't look at me like that, I'm thinking about Xiaodan!"

I cried out in protest, "Sister, I wasn't being lecherous, I just wanted to feel your motherly love on Xiaodan's behalf."

"Heh..." Mom laughed, her smile like a blooming white peony, still glistening with dewdrops, leaving me mesmerized.

"You still say you weren't being lecherous? Look at you, your drool is practically dripping!" Mom poked my chest lightly, scolding me sharply.

"I...I..." I was speechless, "Sister, you...you're so charming..."

"You're so sweet-talking." Mom said happily, "Alright, fine. Come here, give me a hug."

I felt like I'd received a royal decree and quickly hugged Mom. Mom wrapped her arms around my waist, rested her head on my shoulder, and we swayed gently together.

"Xiaolong, you're only sixteen, how can your family let you come out to play alone?" After a while, Mom said.

"What do you mean 'only' sixteen? I'm a man now!" I puffed out my chest, pressing my strong pectoral muscles against my mother's soft breasts.

"Hehe... Stop fooling around, Xiaolong, if you keep this up, I won't let you hug me anymore," my mother laughed.

I quieted down a bit, thinking I'd dodged that question.

"Xiaolong, do you think you'll run into Xiaodan when we go back?" my mother asked again.

My head immediately started spinning; this was an even more sensitive question, and I had to answer carefully.

"Of course I will! He'll definitely be a very well-behaved child. I'll teach him, and we'll take him to the park together." It was such an unbelievable answer. I could only imagine "Xiao Dan" as another well-behaved child.

"Really..." Mom was obviously very happy. She didn't speak for a while, perhaps imagining the scene of the three of us playing in the park.

After a while, Mom said with some worry, "But you're not much older than him. He might reject you."

"Possibly. Boys usually have a mother complex and want to monopolize their mother's love. Does Xiao Dan usually show this?"

"Hmm... not too obviously." Mom's delicate body twisted slightly.

I chuckled inwardly. This was really an exciting game. But I didn't dare to ask any further, because I vaguely felt that it was not good to use "Xiao Dan" to tease Mom. If I wasn't careful, I would damage the beautiful image of "Xiao Long" in Mom's mind.

[Part Two: Mom Gazing at the Coastline] (Nine)

In the dim woods, Mom and I were entwined in a passionate kiss. My mother was wearing a front-buttoned dress, and I quietly slipped my hand inside her half-open collar.

She gasped, half-pushing, half-rejecting.

"Sister, you...you're not wearing a bra?" I asked, both surprised and delighted.

She gave a soft moan, blushing and turning her head away, but her body twisted, rubbing her nipples against my palm.

I thought to myself, "What a secretly horny mother." I unbuttoned her dress and pulled it down over one shoulder. Half of her breast was exposed; she leaned back shyly, covering her face with her arm.

"Oh, this is truly God's perfect masterpiece. Sister, your breasts are as perky as jade rabbits that have escaped from the moon palace; no wonder you don't need a bra," I exclaimed, cupping her heavy breasts in my hands.

"Little Dragon..." my mother stammered, overcome with embarrassment.

The first two times I made love with my mother, I was too nervous the first time, and the second time, in the wild, she didn't even take off her top. Now, I could finally admire her breasts properly.

I simply pulled her skirt up to her waist, exposing her upper body to me. Even in the dim light, I was deeply shocked by the unparalleled beauty of her body.

I stroked her flat, jade-like abdomen, my fingertips gliding across her ribs, cupping her full breasts.

Oh, these were the life-giving breasts that had nourished me more than ten years ago, when I buried myself in them, greedily absorbing the first sweetness of my life. Now, I've returned, and I want to express my love for them in another way. I rested my head on her soft breasts, gently licking her delicate cleavage. Her body trembled slightly, like a lily swaying in the wind. I held her tightly, warming her exposed skin with my body heat.

I held my mother as if holding a precious work of art. I gently suckled at my mother's tender nipples, letting them quietly harden in my warm mouth.

"Little Dragon, you're making me so itchy..." My mother writhed like a snake in my arms.

I snapped out of my reverie of love for my mother; now I was her lover, "Little Dragon," not her son, "Little Dan."

I remembered how, even after saving my mother at Zhou Hongxuan's, she wouldn't let her son even glance at her breasts. Now, she willingly offered her precious breasts to a lover she'd only known for a few days. It was truly unsettling.

Oh, "Little Dan," you're so pitiful. Your infatuation with my mother goes unappreciated. Now, I'll give you some compensation. I wantonly kneaded my mother's breasts. Her nipples looked at me innocently between my fingers, seemingly not understanding why I'd suddenly become so rough.

I twisted her round, bulging nipples with glee, thinking: Blame your mistress; who told her to be so heartless to me back then?

Overwhelmed by my ravaging of her breasts, Mom rested her head on my shoulder and whispered breathlessly, "Xiaolong... I really want to make love to you right now."

"Sister!" I stared at Mom in shock, hardly believing those words coming from her mouth.

"Don't look at me like that, I surrender to you, okay?" Mom rubbed the inside of her breasts against my arm.

Good heavens, this wasn't surrender, it was clearly a fiery seduction! I stroked Mom's nipples, gathering my fingers on them, then suddenly releasing them, letting them bounce freely. I said, "Where should we go? The room isn't an option, and it's too wet outside."

"I don't care, you're the one teasing me, hurry up and find somewhere, I'm already wet down there..." Mom whispered lewdly in my ear.

Seeing Mom become so seductive, my penis was rock hard. I suggested, "How about we go to the video arcade upstairs?"

"Okay, wherever you say, I'll go with you." Mom leaned against me, her body seemingly boneless.

I helped my mother get dressed and practically carried her to the video rental store. A foreign film was playing on the screen, completely incomprehensible. It was dark inside, with only the faint light reflected from the screen. The seats were individual booths, which was quite convenient. There

didn't seem to be many viewers. We found an empty booth, I took off my pants, sat on the leather sofa, and had my mother straddle my lap facing me.

She wasn't wearing anything under her skirt, and her bare, cool buttocks were sitting on my lap. Her vulva was already incredibly wet, once again using my thighs as her diaper.

Before she was even fully seated, my penis hit the bullseye and entered her. My mother groaned contentedly, wrapped her arms around my neck, and began to move her hips up and down.

A rhythmic "chirping" sound filled the room. I whispered in my mother's ear, "Sister, you're making so much noise, the whole video arcade can hear you."

My mother was too embarrassed to look up, but her lower body continued to thrust relentlessly, a warm flow gushing from her vagina.

"It sounds like someone's coming, get down quickly." I lowered my voice, pretending to lift my mother up.

"No...don't move..." My mother almost cried, clinging tightly to me, twisting her waist in resistance.

Actually, there was no one there. I took the opportunity to move my hand to my mother's buttocks, kneading her soft muscles with pleasure. Under the stimulation of the possibility of being seen at any moment, my mother quickly reached orgasm.

"Ah...ah...I can't take it anymore...I'm going to cum...uh...uh..." Afraid of crying out, my mother stuffed her fist into her mouth, her body beginning to twist wildly. I squeezed my fingers against my mother's buttocks, matching her as she reached peak after peak.

Back in the room, I laid my limp mother on the bed. She sprawled out as if everything had been let go, her skirt flared open, revealing a pair of long, alluring, snow-white legs. Still

not satisfied, I turned off all the lights in the room, then spread out the two large sheets on the bed, covering my mother and me. This way, Bai Song could only peek at the rising and falling of the sheets.

The darkness beneath the sheets brought back warm memories of playing with my mother under the covers when I was a child.

My eyes gradually adjusted to the darkness, and I had my mother kneel on the bed, her buttocks raised high. I lifted her skirt to her waist, so her large buttocks were directly in front of my face.

The flesh between her buttocks was wet, dripping with nectar. My eyes gleamed; my mother's large buttocks, my mother's vulva, were all mine!

I pounced on her, wrapping my arms around her jade-like thighs, and began to lick her vulva with my tongue.

Mom gasped softly, twisting her waist to try and escape my advances. How could I let her succeed? I gripped her lower body tightly, burying my head between her legs. Mom's cunt was wet and juicy, and I licked her juices with gusto, the taste somewhat like the raw oysters described in Maupassant's novels—it was wonderful. "

Xiaolong...no, it's dirty there..." Mom shifted her hips, trying to get away from me, but my face and nose were covered in her love juices, sticky and slippery, quite unpleasant. I unwillingly wiped the liquid from my face onto Mom's buttocks, then licked it clean little by little. Mom was rendered speechless, only able to moan weakly.

After tasting the delicious juices from Mom's crotch, my virility surged, and I knelt on one knee. My mother's buttocks arched before me like a giant cannon platform, upon which I set up my powerful "rear cannon." My mother submitted at my feet, like a docile mare awaiting her general's ascent.

I unfolded the sheet, blocking the VOD's filming path behind me.

Donning the cloak, it was time to whip the horse and mount! Without a word, the general thrust a rod between my mother's large, white buttocks, the rod slashing in and out, splashing fluid everywhere.

My mother's large buttocks, like two enormous shields, bravely resisted the knight's charge, but were shaken and thrashed by the fierce iron cavalry behind, instantly crumbling.

I used both hands to encircle her from both sides, launching a pincer attack, clamping down on my mother's buttocks, finally subduing this runaway mare. Before my mother could submit her surrender document, I thrust forward, the turtle-headed knight charging into her inner palace, capturing my mother's fickle queen.

I said smugly, "Sister, quickly order your philandering queen to surrender to my glans knight!"

Mother was too ashamed to answer, her vagina contracting tightly around my glans knight.

I was overjoyed. The glans knight roughly ravaged the philandering queen in the palace, while the philandering queen moaned softly, offering up her secret brew of nectar. The glans knight, overjoyed and greedy, vomited profusely in Mother's garden, finally being thrown out, limp and weak, the door to the secluded path closing behind him.

Mother wiggled her hips, giggling, "Honorable glans knight, come quickly, the philandering queen is still waiting for you inside!"

I was both amused and exasperated, grabbing Mother's buttocks and falling onto the bed, pulling back the sheet to cover my private parts once more.

The next two days were typhoon weather. Ah Jian told us that due to ongoing storms in the nearby waters, ships could not go out to sea. According to the normal travel itinerary, we should have returned to City A by now, but we're stuck on the island, unable to go anywhere. The island's communication facilities are also very underdeveloped, making it impossible to contact the outside world, and everyone is quite frustrated.

My mother's mood has also become very low; I guess she's thinking about Xiao Dan. Unfortunately, I can't tell her the truth, so I can only try my best to comfort her.

Today is July 8th, and the wind outside has subsided considerably. Early this morning, A-Jian informed us that the boat wouldn't be sailing again today, and everyone started to grumble. A-Jian quickly slipped away. Reluctantly, after breakfast, everyone went for a walk on the island.

My mother and I walked to a secluded cliff on the back of Sun Island, overlooking the sea. This cliff is called "Qiongxue Cliff."

My mother, wearing a light robe, stood alone on Qiongxue Cliff, gazing at a stretch of coastline in the distance. The wind clung to her body, outlining her beautiful curves. I stood slightly behind and to the side of my mother, mesmerized by her graceful figure.

"It smells like the sea breeze. I love looking at the sea, I love the freedom of the ocean." Mom took a deep breath and said, "Xiaolong, where is that coastline?"

I wanted to say it might be another island, but I didn't say it.

Mom sighed softly, leaning weakly on my shoulder, and said, "Xiaolong, do you think Xiaodan is very worried at home?"

"Our family is definitely worried about us. But sister, only by encouraging each other can we hope to get out of this predicament." I comforted Mom.

"Yes, you're right. I shouldn't be so depressed." Mom said, "It's fortunate that you've been by my side these past few days, otherwise I might have really collapsed."

"Sister, I feel the same way as you."

"Xiaolong, the thought that if it weren't for you, I might have fallen into Zheng Shuyu's clutches makes me shudder." Mom trembled and shrank into my arms, saying, "Hold me tight, Xiaolong..."

I hugged Mom tightly.

"Xiaolong, I'm so scared..."

"Don't be afraid, sister, we'll get home safely." I tightened my grip on Mom's arm and said firmly.

"Kiss me, Xiaolong..."

I kissed my mother's trembling lips. My mother gasped, her face flushed crimson, her eyes glazed, looking up at me and saying, "Xiaolong, sister... sister wants to kiss you there..."

"Oh, no..." I shuddered, trying to stop her.

My mother slid down slowly but resolutely, kneeling at my feet.

As my mother cried and took my snow-white penis into her mouth, my world collapsed. In this suffocating environment, perhaps only through this could we maintain our inner balance.

That night, my mother nestled in my arms, already asleep, a trace of tears still on her face. I made a silent vow; I had to do something to protect my dear mother from harm. My nascent soul left my body. I

went to Bai Song's room. Bai Song opened his safe, took out a set of CDs, and seemed to be making an online transfer on the computer. The CDs contained his digital certificate. Bai

Song's actions were completely visible to me, and I silently memorized the safe and certificate passwords.

After finishing all this, Bai Song called A-Jian. He ordered the ship to set sail early the next morning and instructed A-Jian to secretly kidnap his mother and bring her to the island after returning to City A. Since Bai Song was still a wanted criminal by several Southeast Asian governments, he dared not openly detain his mother on the island, fearing it would expose his last hideout—Sun Island. He had also planned this operation very carefully, only giving A-Jian the instructions. Once A-Jian was ready, he would notify the mercenary Iron Army on the island to depart for City A to assist him.

It seemed this old fox had become quite cunning after so many manhunts.

A-Jian accepted the mission, looking hesitant. Bai Song glanced at him, and A-Jian's legs went weak. He knelt on the ground with a thud, trembling, and said, "Master, we've hidden for so many years. Is it worth it for a woman?"

Bai Song closed his eyes, leaned back in his chair, and sighed, "I'm old. I don't have many more opportunities to see beauties that satisfy me." He waved his hand, and A-Jian silently withdrew.

It seems that unless Bai Song is completely dealt with, Mom will always be in danger. After my nascent soul returned to my body, I opened my eyes and saw Mom smiling in her sleep. I looked at her affectionately and walked out of her room.

I had planned a high-stakes gamble, betting on Bai Song's infatuation with Mom and his disdain for me. I went straight to the seventh floor and rang the doorbell of Bai Song's room.

A burly bodyguard opened the door, his waist bulging, clearly carrying a gun.

"Kid, this isn't a place for you."

"I need to see your boss to discuss a deal he's interested in." I forced myself to remain calm, but my legs were trembling

uncontrollably. The bodyguard looked at me with a sneer. He picked up the walkie-talkie and called Bai Song. After a few words, the bodyguard turned around and said, "The boss wants to know what deal you have to discuss?"

"It's about me and my girlfriend." As I said the word "girlfriend," I thought of Mom, who was still fast asleep. I took a deep breath, focused my mind, and resolved not to allow my mother's sweet dream to be disturbed by others.

"Let him in," Bai Song's voice came through the walkie-talkie.

There was another bodyguard outside; they thoroughly searched me, but I was unarmed. The two bodyguards escorted me into Bai Song's room.

The door closed, and Bai Song sat on the large sofa in the center of the room, looking at me with interest. He said, "Kid, you can tell me your deal now."

I lowered my head, silently calculating the distance between myself and the two bodyguards behind me, as well as the distance to Bai Song. Two breaths later, I raised my head, my eyes flashing with a sharp light, my entire body now at full power.

I whirled around, my palms striking the two bodyguards' hearts like butterflies. They groaned and fell backward.

Their muscular pectoral muscles provided perfect cushioning; I used the momentum to glide backward, spinning in mid-air, landing right in front of the stunned Bai Song. Before Bai Song could even activate any alarm, I grabbed him by the collar and lifted him up.

To avoid forgetting the password, I didn't kill Bai Song immediately. Grabbing him with one hand and pressing the password with the other, I opened the safe. Bai Song, as if seeing a ghost, was terrified, soiling himself.

Bai Song's CD was in a sealed sleeve. I took it out, my heart pounding. This certificate, along with its password, must be Bai Song's entire fortune.

"Give it to me! That's my money! Give it back!" Bai Song suddenly broke free from my grasp like a madman and lunged at me. In a panic, I threw a punch, striking Bai Song squarely in the heart. Bai Song collapsed. I stared at him, unable to believe that this underworld tycoon had died at my hands.

I regained my composure and continued my plan. After several days of observation, I knew Bai Song's room had a satellite phone that could communicate with people outside the island. I tried dialing the police in H City, and it actually went through. I told them that Sun Island was the hideout of the internationally wanted criminal Bai Song, and then didn't hang up so they could track the phone's location. I quickly left the room; what the police could do was beyond my knowledge.

I killed people, three at once. Although the fear of killing was masked by tension at the time, I still felt like vomiting afterward, and my emotions lingered for a long time. That night, I didn't sleep a wink. Every now and then, my nascent soul would leave my body to check on Bai Song's room.

In the morning, a waiter rang the doorbell a few times, but seeing no response, he tiptoed away.

It seemed that no one dared to enter Bai Song's room without permission; Bai Song's tyranny had been deeply ingrained in the hearts of his subordinates.

When we boarded the ship, I was incredibly sleepy. My mother looked at me worriedly and said I looked terrible. I smiled bitterly to myself. My nascent soul had been running back and forth like a sprinter; how could I not look terrible?

A-Jian didn't notice anything and boarded the ship with Zheng Shuyu. I prayed inwardly that Bai Song's men would find out as late as possible. 02-28
[Part Two: "Mother Gazing at the Coastline"] (10)

The ship had been sailing for more than two hours, and everything was still peaceful. I walked with my mother on the deck, secretly keeping an eye on Zheng Shuyu, while A-Jian had disappeared somewhere.

Suddenly, the ship turned around and headed back. Zheng Shuyu nervously walked towards the wheelhouse. I knew something was wrong, so I told my mother to wait where she was and followed Zheng Shuyu.

In the wheelhouse, A-Jian was forcing the captain to turn the ship around at gunpoint. It seemed the crew on this ship weren't Bai Song's men. Zheng Shuyu went in and asked, "Brother Jian, what's wrong?"

"The boss is in trouble," A-Jian said in a deep voice. He suddenly saw me behind Zheng Shuyu and froze for

a moment. In a flash, I stepped forward, gently grabbing A-Jian's elbow with one hand and disarming him with the other. I told the captain to steer the ship to maximum speed and head towards H City Port along the original route.

I led A-Jian and Zheng Shuyu out of the wheelhouse and onto the deck. Suddenly, they split up and ran in opposite directions. The moment they moved, my gun fired. Ah Jian was hit, screaming as he fell to the ground. Zheng Shuyu froze, like a statue.

"You...you killed him..." Zheng Shuyu trembled as he stared at Ah Jian lying on the ground. They probably thought I was a child and would hesitate before firing. They hadn't expected that after what happened last night, my heart had hardened like iron. Killing three people or killing five people made no difference to me, especially since I had planned to kill Ah Jian all along.

I told Zheng Shuyu to throw Ah Jian overboard, and then I interrogated him.

From Zheng Shuyu's confession, I learned that Bai Song's men on the island had just found him dead in his room and had notified Ah Jian to turn the ship around. They were pirates led by a man named Tie Jun, well-trained and ruthless. They were now on a ship called "Breaking Waves" and heading towards this cruise ship.

I was worried. The pirate ship was definitely much faster than this cruise ship. We had set off more than two hours earlier than them. I wondered if they would catch up with us before we reached the port.

The gunshots had startled the tourists, and some of the bolder ones came over to find out what was happening. I briefly told them that a pirate ship was heading towards us, and Zheng Shuyu was their mole. A sense of panic immediately filled the ship; they kept their distance from Zheng Shuyu and me, as if afraid of getting into trouble. Only my mother came over; she didn't ask anything, just quietly stayed by my side.

The ship sailed for another two or three hours when suddenly someone shouted, "They're here! The pirates are catching up!"

I led Zheng Shuyu to the stern and saw the "Breaking Waves" already appearing on the sea not far away. To avoid implicating everyone, I ordered the crew to lower the speedboat. My mother and I, along with two sets of diving equipment, boarded the speedboat with Zheng Shuyu.

I pointed a gun at Zheng Shuyu's head and coldly said, "You drive the speedboat. If they catch up, you'll die."

A moment later, four speedboats from the "Breaking Waves" appeared behind us, chasing after us.

We chased each other for who knows how long when suddenly, our speedboat stalled.

"What happened?" I pressed my gun against Zheng Shuyu's waist.

"The boat ran out of fuel, there's nothing I can do," Zheng Shuyu said.

I didn't have time to tell if he was telling the truth; the speedboats behind us were getting closer and closer.

"There's no time to put on a diving suit, sister, put on your diving mask and get in the water quickly," I said.

Mom took off her mask and said, "Xiaolong, let's go together."

"Hurry up!" I urged, "I need to delay them for a while."

"You're not going to kill him, are you?" Mom looked at me worriedly.

I became impatient; what kind of time is this to worry about the life of an enemy? "Don't worry, I won't shoot!"

Watching Mom dive into the water, I felt a little relieved.

The four speedboats behind us, about a hundred meters away, suddenly slowed down, as if they had also run out of fuel. It seemed Zheng Shuyu hadn't lied to me.

I saw several pirates get into the water, and a few people remained on the speedboats.

Without hesitation, I struck Zheng Shuyu on the back, sending him crashing into the sea. I then turned and leaped into the water, chasing after my mother.

I hadn't lied to her; I had only struck Zheng Shuyu dead, not fired a shot.

On the surface, it appeared to be a clear, calm bay, but beneath the surface, turbulent currents surged.

I quickly entered a state of deep breathing. The CDs were well-sealed and wrapped tightly around my body. Soon, I caught up with my mother.

She was wearing a diving mask, an oxygen tube in her mouth, and flippers on her feet; she was completely naked, struggling to swim forward.

It seems Mom is quite decisive, willing to shed her cumbersome outer garments. As for why she wasn't wearing underwear, was it because she'd gotten used to being intimate with me these past few days and hadn't put one on before boarding the ship? I couldn't know.

Mom surfaced, and from there, the distant coastline was already vaguely visible. She didn't dare linger too long and dived back down.

I followed Mom underwater at a leisurely pace. Her lithe, naked body shimmered with a bluish glow in the water, possessing a unique allure. Especially captivating were the inverted triangle of pubic hair on her lower body, like the tentacles of a jellyfish stretching downwards, trembling slightly.

Mom continued swimming forward with her standard fin stroke, showcasing the alluring curves of her body. Underwater, I noticed several pirates had caught up behind us, and a wave of anxiety washed over me. I didn't dare swim up to tell Mom; my only hope now was that the pirates were focused on her and ignored me.

I dived deeper, deciding to play it by ear.

Unaware of the danger behind her, Mother's increasingly clear view of the coastline ahead invigorated her, and she swam joyfully.

The pirates, captivated by Mother's nakedness, were completely oblivious to me in the deep water. They slowly approached, and Mother's sixth sense alerted her to the danger. She glanced back and saw the menacing faces of the bandits. Panicked, Mother thrashed about, desperately trying to swim forward, but only slowed further.

I watched helplessly as four pirates spread a large net behind Mother. Her flippers became entangled first, and she twisted and turned defiantly, struggling to break free.

But the net was too large; the pirates easily captured her entire body. Mother struggled, like a captured mermaid, being swept away by several pirates.

Curled up in the net, just as she was about to escape, she was trapped again. Despair must have filled her heart.

The pirates were thrilled; they probably didn't often undertake such special missions, especially with Mother, this naked beauty, as their target. Their attention was completely focused on my mother's beautiful body. The two in front were kneading her breasts through the net, while the two behind were vying to touch her genitals.

I followed them about ten meters below, watching this scene, my heart aching. Suddenly, I noticed that each of them had something shaped like a pistol tucked into their waistband. What kind of new weapon was this? Never

mind, although taking down four people at once would be very difficult, I was still willing to take the risk. I quietly swam up and found that the two behind me seemed to have reached an agreement. One's groping hands were exploring my mother's genitals; the other had peeled off my mother's webbed feet and was holding her bare feet, admiring and kissing them.

It seems this guy shares my interests. But I'm still sorry, I'm still going to shoot you.

I swiftly pulled out the pistol from his waistband, only to find it had no safety. Just as I was wondering why, the guy turned around, and I quickly fired at him.

There was a "splash," and suddenly a cloud of black mist rapidly spread in the water. It turned out that this wasn't a pistol at all, but a water sprayer commonly used by pirates, something they learned from squid escape techniques.

This was a boon for my night vision; I focused my eyes and clearly saw them in complete chaos. I fired the ink from the pistol, making the water even blacker. I swam nimbly, delivering a prick to each of their hearts. The pirates, like puppets with broken strings, sank one after another.

My mother was completely disoriented; she couldn't see what was happening around her, only feeling her body falling straight down. She struggled frantically, but the net was tightly bound, and she couldn't break free. My mother breathed heavily, bubbles constantly escaping from her breathing apparatus. I caught my mother, satisfied, as she landed in my arms.

The time from when I fired the ink to when my mother was in my arms was very short. I guessed my mother wouldn't know that the person who had captured her had changed hands. I thought, why not pretend to be a pirate and play a trick on her?

With something to hold onto, my mother stopped struggling. The pitch-black seawater around her still prevented her from seeing anything.

I roughly pulled the respirator out of my mother's mouth. Suddenly deprived of her precious air, she writhed in pain, her mouth tightly shut.

I couldn't bear to tease my beloved mother any longer, so I leaned in and kissed her lips passionately. My mother couldn't hold back any longer; she opened her mouth and greedily sucked air from mine, my tongue being forcefully drawn into it.

And so, we kissed intimately.

I breathed into her, feeding her air, and the thought of her inhaling the secondhand air I exhaled filled me with a slightly sadistic pleasure. I then untied the fishing net binding her and removed her mask. Now, apart from the flippers on her feet, she was truly naked.

Without her mask, she couldn't open her eyes, so she could only suckle my mouth even tighter. I swam away from the dark area with my mother, constantly turning my head to breathe air into her mouth. When we reached a clean patch of water not far away, I stopped, grabbed her hand, and pressed it against my penis, which was already erect. My

mother pulled her hand away, shaking her head, indicating her refusal. But the air in her lungs quickly ran out, and she desperately tried to float upwards, but I held her shoulders down. She couldn't break free, her face showing an almost tearful expression. I offered my lips, and my mother, as if receiving a treasure, tightly sucked on my mouth.

This precious air, of course, required a reward. My hand touched my mother's vulva. My mother flinched a few times, knowing there was no escape, and could only let me do as I pleased. I gently poked my penis against my mother's lower body. My mother reluctantly opened her legs, allowing my penis to enter, silently twisting her lower body as if resigned.

For survival, my mother had given her body to a stranger. I was furious and thrust hard into my mother's wet vagina. Making love underwater was a truly novel experience. My penis and my mother's vagina were tightly joined together, with no gaps between them, so there was no resistance during each penetration. The water between our genitals was squeezed out during penetration, and then filled back up when I came out. The seawater felt like a soft, gentle hand, gently massaging our genitals—it was a wonderful feeling.

My mother clearly felt this pleasure too; she gradually began to enjoy it. Even when I occasionally deliberately pulled my mouth away, pretending to inhale from my breathing apparatus, she would still dazedly keep her mouth slightly open, waiting for my next kiss.

My mother stretched out her arms and legs in the water, wrapping herself around me like an octopus. This seductive mother of mine—she didn't even know who I was, yet she dared to do such a lewd thing!

I angrily thrust into her, but unexpectedly, my mother suddenly stepped back, abandoning my penis. Just as I was getting angry, my mother's mouth left my lips; she lowered herself to my lower body and took my penis into her mouth, as if that place could also give her air.

My heart pounded with panic. My mother was actually giving me, this potential "pirate," oral sex while holding her breath? How had she become so lewd? When she came back up, she was even wilder. I felt like her captive. She forcefully extracted several breaths of air from my mouth, then suddenly leaned on my shoulder and bit me hard.

I almost cried out in pain. Was my mother starting to suspect me? Suddenly, it dawned on me—my mother had gone down to give me oral sex just to confirm my penis's identity.

How stupid of me! I cursed myself inwardly. My mother was completely in control, manipulating me at will. She even turned her head away, refusing to accept the air my mouth offered. I could only awkwardly cling to my mother as we floated to the surface. My mother was panting heavily, breathing in the fresh sea air.

My mother opened her eyes, looking at me tenderly. She whispered in my ear, "Little Dragon, you saved me again, and you toyed with your sister again. Should I hate you, or should I be grateful?"

"Sister..." Seeing that Mom didn't seem to blame me at all, I breathed a sigh of relief. My mind started to work again, and I feigned innocence, saying, "Sister, you can't blame me. It's your fault for swimming naked."

"Pfft..." Mom's smile was radiant. "Still trying to be cheeky? You were so domineering in the water! You took off my breathing apparatus and my diving mask. What were you trying to do, Xiaolong?" Mom listed my offenses, pinching my arm muscles repeatedly.

I cried out in pain. It seemed Mom was starting to settle scores. I had no choice but to confess, "Sister, I... I wanted to pretend to be a pirate and experience what it felt like to rape you. I didn't expect you to be so cooperative, so I didn't experience anything!" After saying that, I laughed and turned to swim away.

"Xiaolong, you bad boy!" Mom scolded, "Come back here, or I'll see if I ever talk to you again!"

I had no choice but to obediently swim back.

Mom bit her lower lip and laughed, "How dare you tease your sister like that, Xiaolong! You've got some nerve. Underwater, you were even making her suck your filth like that..."

"I'm innocent! I didn't!" I couldn't help but protest.

Mom looked at me with a smile and said, "No? You still dare to say no?" Mom moved closer to me, using her fingers to take my gun and put it into her secret chamber. She gripped me tightly, twisting her hips incessantly.

I couldn't bear such stimulation and cried out, "I surrender, I... surrender..." In a wave of overwhelming pleasure, I obediently handed over all my "bullets" to Mom.

Mom and I swam into the harbor. In the water, I took off my outer clothes and gave them to Mom to wear. I was left with only my underwear and, of course, the CD pouch around my waist. We were rescued by a cargo ship.

A few days later, I saw a news report that "the Chinese Coast Guard annihilated a pirate force in the South China Sea and killed internationally wanted criminal Bai Song." Only then did I feel relieved; it seemed my mother and I were completely safe.

Back in City A that day, at the airport, I saw my mother off on the tour bus. I told her I had already notified my family to pick me up and wouldn't be getting on the bus with her. I swore to my mother that I would definitely come to see her, and she tearfully parted from me.

I had already forwarded the home phone to my cell phone, and since yesterday, I had been receiving constant calls from my mother. I put my phone on vibrate and, under the pretense of hiding somewhere, cried and begged my mother to come back quickly. Every time, my mother cried on the other end of the phone, which made me feel like I was committing a crime.

While I was in City H, I called our nanny, Xiaoqing, and asked her to cover for me, saying I had already returned. I promised Xiaoqing five thousand yuan, but doing so was undoubtedly hurtful to her. I was forced into this situation and sincerely apologized to her.

I hailed a taxi at the airport, trying to get home before my mother. In the car, I used my inner energy to revert to my "Xiao Dan" appearance. Since my mother and I had our union, it had not only benefited her, but my own power had also advanced by leaps and bounds. What used to take over half an hour to change appearances now took less than three minutes.

I touched my face, almost in disbelief.

When I got home, I sneaked into my room; my mother wasn't there yet. Xiao Qing was cleaning in the living room. I begged her again to cover for me, and she finally agreed. I quickly went back to my room to change, stuffing my "Xiao Long" clothes into my travel bag and hiding them.

I went to the living room to watch TV, gradually adjusting to my "Xiao Dan" identity, reminding myself that I hadn't seen my beloved mother for ten days. Logically, "Xiao Dan" was my true identity, but now I seemed to prefer being "Xiao Long," while "Xiao Dan" felt relatively unfamiliar to me.

Mom finally got home. I ran out, calling, "Mom, Mom!" Tears welled up in my eyes, and I threw myself into her arms.

Mom threw her suitcase on the ground, opened her arms and hugged me tightly, crying, "Oh, Xiaodan, don't cry, don't cry, Mom's back. Mom will never leave my Xiaodan again."

My heart ached, and I cried even harder. I was a little impressed with myself; I got into character so quickly, I could win an Oscar!

That evening, we had a delicious meal. After dinner, Mom sat on the sofa, and I snuggled against her.

Mom felt guilty towards me, so there was no way she could push me away.

Strangely enough, when I was "Xiaolong," I could touch and squeeze Mom's breasts without restraint, and even lick her private parts. But when I was "Xiaodan," even just stealing a glance at Mom's full breasts would give me a strange excitement. What kind of psychology is this? I really wonder if I'll develop a split personality if this continues.

This has been a wonderful summer vacation. Just over ten days have passed, and I've already taken over my mother's body and soul in a different capacity. How will I spend the next forty-odd days? It's something to look forward to!

[Part Two: "Mother Gazing at the Coastline"] (XI)

The following days were incredibly busy. First, I downloaded the Swiss bank client software for opening a Baisong account, installed Baisong's 4096-bit key digital certificate, and then entered the password I remembered. The moment I logged into the Baisong account, I jumped up in excitement!

The amount in the Baisong account was an unimaginable astronomical figure, and it took me a while to calm down. I sent an email to my father in France, asking him to open a Visa foreign card for me. The next day, my father sent me the card number and certificate. I went online to change the password and tried electronic transfers, transferring a small portion of the money from the Baisong account to my card.

I had the money, but I had no plan for how to spend it. Oh well, I'll just leave it there for now.

These past few days, my mother hasn't gone to work; she's stayed home with me. I noticed she sometimes seemed lost in thought; was she thinking about Xiaolong?

July 16th was the fourth day since my mother and I returned.

I was playing video games in my room when my phone suddenly vibrated. I had only given this number to my mother, and the caller ID showed it was indeed her room phone.

I slipped into my room, tuned to Xiaolong's voice, and answered the phone.

"Hello, is this Xiaolong?" My mother's voice came from the other end.

"Is this Sister Chuhan?"

"Xiaolong, where are you? I miss you so much."

Missing you after only a few days? What a cheeky mom. But to be honest, I had been holding back from calling her these past few days.

"Sister, I'm at home. My trip was delayed by several days, and my mother was so worried. She wouldn't let me go out these past few days." My lie came out so easily. Did I really have a talent for acting?

"Good little brother, I'm just like you. Xiaodan is always pestering me and won't let me go to work."

I almost burst out laughing. Of course, I can't let you go to work; I want you to stay home all day thinking about me.

"Sister, what did you want to see me about?" I asked, feigning calmness.

"Xiaolong, you...you haven't missed your sister?"

"Yes, I did. Last night I even dreamt about doing 'that' with you, sister. I was so excited, I even had a wet dream. Sister, how are you going to keep me company?"

"Oh dear, Xiaolong, you're talking nonsense again!"

"Really, sister, I'm not lying to you. Now your beautiful body is constantly on my mind, I can't do anything..."

"Xiaolong..." Mom was touched.

"Sister, can I come to your house tonight?"

"Sure, but...how will you get in?"

"Knock on the door and come in."

"Go away, you naughty little dragon, I haven't even told Xiaodan about you yet," Mom said. "Can you come around nine o'clock tonight? Xiaodan usually goes back to her room by then. Give me a call, and I'll come down to pick you up."

"Sister, do you miss my little penis?" I blurted out.

"Little dragon, don't ask your sister such questions!" Mom scolded.

"Good sister, tell me!"

"Little dragon... you're so naughty... making your sister say such lewd things." Mom gasped on the other end of the phone, "Sister... sister... thinks about little dragon's white and tender little penis every day... oh... little dragon..."

"Sister, I like to hear it, say it again, sister!"

"The philandering queen is thinking about the naughty glans knight... um... little dragon, hurry up and come." There was a rustling sound on the phone, I had no idea what Mom was doing.

"Sister, you're making me so excited, my little penis is rock hard. Oh... I can't take it anymore, I'm going to cum..."

"Don't cum!" Mom said urgently, "Xiaolong, you have to save it for tonight..."

"Okay." I stopped teasing Mom and said, "I'll hold back, I must save this precious gift for sister. But, sister, you can't throw it away."

"Hmm... Xiaolong, sister promises you."

"I love you, sister, see you at nine o'clock tonight! Oh no, my mom is knocking on the door." I hung up the phone, leaving Mom with the feeling of her heart pounding.

After dinner that evening, I deliberately pestered Mom to watch TV in the living room. Mom urged me to go back to my room to practice my kung fu several times, but I refused by being cheeky. The clock struck nine o'clock, and Mom was restless, secretly looking outside several times.

"Mom, do you seem to be waiting for someone?" I asked.

"No... no." Mom lowered her head uncomfortably, nervously twisting her fingers.

Hehe, teasing Mom like this is really fun. I made an excuse to go to the bathroom and dialed Mom's room number on my cell phone.

"Hello?" It was Mom's voice.

"Sister, is this the three-story building at number six in section C?"

"Yes, Xiaolong, have you arrived yet?"

"I've been waiting outside for over an hour, why haven't you come out to meet me yet?" I pretended to be impatient.

"I'm sorry, Xiaolong, Xiaodan hasn't gone back to her room yet." Mom said apologetically.

"Never mind, I'm going in to see him. I'll just say I'm your boyfriend, what's there to be afraid of?"

"No...no!" Mom said urgently, "I've tested Xiaodan these past few days, and he simply can't accept that I have a boyfriend."

"Then what should we do?"

"Xiaolong, can you wait a little longer? I'll coax Xiaodan back to her room."

"Okay, sister. Don't rush, take your time. I'm willing to wait another night just to see you."

"Xiaolong, you...you're so kind."

"Sister, coax Xiaodan gently, don't be mean to him, he loves you just like I do."

"Xiaolong..." Mom was so moved she couldn't speak.

"Sister, I'm hanging up now, see you later."

I hung up the phone and returned to the living room. Mom was coming downstairs.

"Mom, who called?" I asked.

"Um...it was...a friend," Mom stammered.

"Oh." I didn't press further.

Mom visibly relaxed.

I felt bad for teasing her like that, and I really wanted to see what kind of underwear she was wearing tonight, and I really wanted my dignified and elegant mother to kiss my little penis.

I decided to let her go and said, "Mom, I'm going back to my room to practice."

"Ah..." Mom's eyes lit up, looking at me with delight.

"Goodnight, Mom!" I hugged Mom and kissed her cheek.

"Goodnight, baby!" Mom kissed me back.

"Mom...sweet dreams!" I shouted to Mom in the living room from the second floor. Mom blushed slightly, and I laughed and ran into my room.

I quickly changed into the "Little Dragon" costume I'd secretly bought over the past two days, only then realizing I'd gone a bit too far. While the transformation into "Little Dragon" was much faster, it still took about ten minutes.

Soon, my mother's text message arrived: "Honey, you can come over now."

Haste makes waste; in my eagerness, it took me an extra five minutes to complete the transformation. I jumped from the balcony to the back of the house, then circled around to the front.

My mother was anxiously waiting in front of the house. Upon seeing me, her face lit up with joy. She ran forward a few steps and opened her arms to hug me tightly.

I inhaled the healthy, fragrant scent emanating from her body after her bath and whispered in her ear, "Sister, were you waiting long?"

My mother pressed her ample body against mine in response.

"Sister, I was in a bit of a rush today and didn't buy you a gift, so I just brought this." I pressed my mother's hand against my crotch, letting her feel my erection.

My mother's breathing quickened. She gasped, "Xiaolong, let's go inside."

My mother and I quietly entered the house and went up to the second floor. I whispered, "Sister, which room is Xiaodan's?"

My mother pointed to the room on the right side of the stairs.

"I'll go say hello to Xiaodan," I said, pretending to walk in that direction.

"You're naughty," my mother whispered, pinching my arm hard before pulling my hand and leading me into her room.

As soon as the door closed, my mother and I eagerly embraced, greedily drinking the sweet nectar from each other's mouths. I slipped my hand inside my mother's robe, grasping her full breasts. Fifteen minutes ago, my mother's breasts were unattainable, but now they were throbbing in my palm.

My mother and I moved to the bed in the center of the room. Clean pink sheets covered her bed. My heart raced, my mouth was dry. Could I really get into my mother's bed?

"Sister…can I lie on your bed?" I stammered excitedly.

"Sure, Xiaolong, I changed the sheets especially for you today," Mom said, blushing.

"Ah... Sister, that's wonderful!" I blurted out excitedly, "Was it only Dad... Xiaodan's father who could sleep in your bed before?"

"Oh... Xiaolong, don't ask." Mom hugged me and we fell onto the bed.

I sank into a soft and warm embrace. Oh my god!! On Mom's bed, holding her fragrant body, was this a dream?

My fingers dug deep into Mom's breasts, her breasts filling my palms, confirming that this wasn't a dream. I removed Mom's loose nightgown, revealing her beautiful body in a pink hue.

Mom shyly crossed her arms over her chest, her legs crossed, trying to cover the dark patch of grass between her legs. I unceremoniously spread Mom's legs apart, exposing her vulva.

I touched my mother's pubic hair and clicked my tongue, saying, "Sister, your skin is fair and rosy all over, which matches this pink sheet very well. But here, it's dark and messy, it looks like a chicken coop!"

"I'm going to die, Xiaolong! I don't want you to look!" My mother was both ashamed and angry, and she tried to pull her legs together.

"Oh, I'm sorry, sister. I admit I misspoke, okay?" I hurriedly coaxed my mother, trying to keep her legs from closing.

My mother didn't exert much force, and soon I lifted her legs, her calves spread wide, revealing her plump vulva. I pounced on her, sticking out my long tongue to lick her thick, shapely labia, making a smacking sound—truly a juicy and alluring genital.

Now, in my mother's room, I no longer had to worry about being filmed or eavesdropped. My mother relaxed, moaning softly.

I lifted my head from between my mother's legs and said, "Sister, aren't you afraid Xiao Dan will hear you moaning like that?"

"The room is very soundproof," my mother said, her legs tightly clamping my head, "Xiao Long, don't stop..."

I struggled to turn my head between my mother's legs, glancing upwards, wondering if Xiao Dan's nascent soul was spying on me. Suddenly remembering that I was Xiao Dan myself, I couldn't help but laugh, and plunged back between my mother's legs.

Under the bright light, my mother's genitals were completely exposed, red, wrinkled, and wet. I imitated the actions in Japanese adult films, carefully pulling back the foreskin next to her clitoris, leaving it completely exposed. With my tongue teasing it rapidly, her clitoris quickly became engorged and erect, about the length of my little finger. It was hard to imagine that my dignified and delicate mother would have such a long clitoris.

My mother let out muffled moans from deep within her throat, "Eek...eek..." She arched her lower body, trying to bring her vulva closer to my mouth. Although her clitoris was long, it wasn't as long as a man's penis, to the point where she could actively obtain pleasure. My mother could only wail, "Xiaolong, hurry...hurry up and come in, stop teasing me, it's so itchy and uncomfortable down there..."

I used my tongue to scoop some of the vaginal fluid from my mother's vagina, held it in my mouth, and then pounced on her body. Mom tilted her head back to meet my gaze, cupped my face, and showered me with a passionate kiss. I transferred the semen from my mouth into hers, and she accepted it with soft moans.

The semen smeared on her beautiful face made her appear exceptionally alluring.

My lust surged, and I moved my hard penis to her entrance. Just as I was about to insert it, Mom remembered something and said, "Wait a minute, Xiaolong."

She reached for a few condoms on the bedside table and handed them to me, saying, "Xiaolong, use these. Today isn't my safe period."

"No!" I angrily threw the condoms aside, saying, "Sister, I want to ejaculate inside you!" I pressed Mom down beneath me again.

"Xiaolong, no, you can't. I might get pregnant." Mom twisted her hips beneath me, trying to prevent me from penetrating her.

"Sister!" I said, "Have you forgotten that my semen is your wonderful beauty product? If it's inside a condom, it won't have any effect." I wasn't lying to Mom about this at all. While she hesitated, my little penis plunged into Mom's flesh hole.

Mom was caught off guard by the penetration and let out a soft cry, but she couldn't bear to let me pull out.

"You little devil, you just know how to bully your sister..."

"Sister, it's so warm down there..." I said while fucking her.

"Hmph, didn't you complain that it was dirty and messy down there, calling it a chicken coop?" Mom gently pinched my pectoral muscles, and her vagina contracted hard.

"Oh..." I cried out in pleasure, "Sister, I was right, look, my little penis is back in the chicken coop now, isn't it?"

"Hehe..." Mom covered her mouth and laughed.

Mom and I enjoyed the pleasure of intercourse.

"Sister, can you lift your legs so I can fuck you?" I whispered in Mom's ear.

"Little rascal, what tricks are you trying to pull now?" Mom blushed, but still cooperated by raising her waist and legs. Mom was a dancer, and her flexibility was amazing. Her legs were stretched straight, like two large flags held high above her head, making her vagina very tight, and allowing my penis to penetrate deeper.

Making love with Mom's beautifully shaped legs like this was quite interesting, but not being able to see Mom's lewdness wasn't enough. I said, "Sister, can you spread your legs a little wider?"

Mom listened, her toes still pointing straight up. I supported Mom's firm calves on either side, and could see Mom's face—it was a wonderful position. Mom was having a harder time on the bottom, having to raise her legs high, support my weight, and endure my thrusting. Hehe, Mom's regular dance training was finally coming in handy!

I was overjoyed as I fucked Mom's vagina, my penis fully absorbing the yin energy, gradually growing larger, filling Mom's vagina completely. My mother's lower body muscles were already taut, and with my large penis, they trembled and quivered even more, squeezing her vaginal muscles and releasing gushing streams of vaginal fluid.

Amidst a series of moans, my mother quickly reached wave after wave of orgasm, her hot vaginal fluid enveloping my penis, sending a jolt of pleasure through me. My ejaculation was swift and powerful, and I ejaculated a pool of semen into her body. After

her release, my mother's body went limp, her raised legs collapsing like pillars supporting the sky. I lay beside her, tenderly massaging her firm thighs. My mother smiled gratefully at me and embraced me. After

a while of tenderness, my little penis began to awaken again on my mother's prairie, and she sensed my change, her breathing becoming increasingly rapid.

"Sister, I want to sleep in this bed with you from now on, will you promise?" I teased my mother's nipples.

"Mmm... Little Dragon, sister promises you."

"You're not allowed to sleep in this bed with any other man!" I pressed my advantage.

"Xiaolong!" Mom lifted my shoulders, looking at me angrily. "What kind of person do you take your sister for? Sleeping with other people so easily?"

"Ah... I'm sorry, sister, I didn't mean it!" I realized I had said the wrong thing and pleaded, "Sister, please forgive me. I'm just jealous that Xiaodan's father slept in this bed with you for over ten years. And you're so beautiful, I was worried..." "

What are you worried about? Worried about other men sleeping in my bed?" Mom looked at me coldly.

"Sister, you... don't be angry." I panicked.

"Pfft..." Mom couldn't help but laugh when she saw how scared I was. She tapped my forehead with her slender finger and said, "I don't know what's going on in your little head!"

"Okay! Sister, you scared me!" I pretended to roll up my sleeves.

"Hmph, who told you to talk nonsense!" Mom puffed out her chest, looking cute like she was going to scare you, you silly boy!

"Oh, sister..." I couldn't resist the two rosy nipples on my mother's chest.

I hugged her waist and rested my head on her breasts, saying, "Sister, I really can't bear to have any other man with your beautiful breasts!"

"Silly boy, since I'm with you, how could I sleep with other men..." My mother stroked my head lovingly and tenderly.

"No, sister, you have to promise me." I said coquettishly, sucking on my mother's erect breasts to keep her from thinking.

"Hmm... Xiaolong, I promise you, I won't sleep with other men anymore..." My mother hugged my head, her beautiful eyes glazed over.

"Not even with Xiaodan's father, mmm..." I licked my mother's budding nipples.

"Bad Xiaolong, don't mention him."

"I'll mention him, who told you to mess around with him on this bed!"

"Oh... Xiaolong..." My mother was aroused by me and said, "He... he makes love with me less often than I've made love with you in the last two weeks."

After Mom finished speaking, she saw me staring at her in disbelief and realized her mistake. She buried her head in my arms, complaining, "You little brat, it's all your fault for making me say such embarrassing things!"

I quickly tried to appease her, "Sister, sister, I'm so happy. It's just... but how could he be so stupid? You're so beautiful, and so sexy..."

"Oh! You're still talking nonsense!" Mom scolded.

"Alright, alright," I dodged Mom's fists and said, "Let me ask one last question, is his bigger or mine bigger?"

"Alright, little brat!" Mom bit her lower lip, looking at me with a half-smile, and said, "You're much bolder than him, as for that..." Mom's eyes glanced at my genitals.

I felt a chill and shrank back uneasily.

"Trying to escape?" Mom grabbed my trembling little penis.

"Good sister, please spare your little brother," I pleaded.

"Didn't you want to compare sizes? Let me measure it for you." Mom bent down.

"Oh... Sister."

Mom took my penis into her mouth, a tingling sensation coming from the urethral opening, her tongue making intimate contact with it.

Compared to the oral sex on Sun Island, Mom's technique had improved this time. Her tongue skillfully circled around my glans, occasionally lightly biting my clitoris with her teeth, sending shivers down my spine.

"Sister... have you only ever done this with me?" I asked, touching Mom's long hair. I remembered that last time I possessed Zhou Hongxuan, Mom didn't give him oral sex.

Unexpectedly, Mom paused, then shook her head, her wavy hair swaying with it.

This was completely unexpected, and I became extremely jealous. I pressed Mom's head down and said, "Tell me, who else have you done this with before?"

Mom didn't answer, but just sucked on my penis even more vigorously.

Had Mom taken other men's penises into her mouth like this before? Overwhelmed with jealousy, I pulled my penis out. Mom looked up at me, puzzled, a trace of liquid still clinging to the corner of her mouth.

"Tell me, how many men have you slept with!" I said fiercely.

"I'm not telling you, you little pervert!" Mom pouted her red lips.

"Sister, tell me quickly, or I'll die of jealousy." Seeing that force wasn't working, I had to try a softer approach.

"Tsk... I didn't expect Xiaolong to be so jealous." Mom chuckled.

"Tell me, sister." I shook Mom's hand.

"You can't be jealous after I tell you." Mom said.

"No, how could I?" I pretended to be relaxed.

"You promise?"

"I promise!"

"Um... with, with Xiaodan's father..." Mom whispered, her legs pressed tightly together, she really was a slut.

Oh, she slept with Dad. My heart was filled with mixed feelings, a strong sense of jealousy mixed with a slight sense of relief.

"Not with anyone else, right?" I pressed on.

"Who else could it be?" Mom looked at me suspiciously.

She was putting on quite a show, but what about Zhou Hongxuan? Had she actually slept with him? Of course, I couldn't say that out loud.

I changed the subject, grinning, "Sister, you measured it just now, is mine bigger or his?"

"Hmm..." Mom blushed, lowered her head, and whispered, "His is dark and thick, Xiaolong's is thin and long." She suddenly looked up and said, "I like Xiaolong's little penis, it's white and tender, not threatening at all."

"Oh, sister." I was touched and wanted to hug Mom.

Unexpectedly, Mom twisted her waist, dodging me, and chuckled, "But when Xiaolong's little penis grows into a big penis, sister won't like it anymore!"

"Okay, while it's still a cute little penis, sister, you have to give it a good blowjob a few more times." I shouted.

"Play the flute?" Mom's gaze fell on my little white stick that was sticking up high. Her beautiful eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of mist. She said, "Alright, Little Dragon, let your sister play the flute for you properly."

I stood up, and Mom knelt naked in front of me, bowing her head.

[Part Two "Mom Gazing at the Coastline"] (12)

My penis slowly withdrew from Mom's gentle mouth with a "pop" sound, like the sound of a beer bottle being opened. Finally, it left Mom's red lips, bringing out a trace of crystal-clear liquid. Was it Mom's saliva, or my semen?

Mom's tongue reluctantly followed, carefully licking my glans. The thin thread and my glans fell onto Mom's fragrant tongue.

I teased, "Sister, do you like your little white dragon?"

Mom kissed my glans, leaving a lipstick mark on it. She gently traced circles on the ridge of my penis with her finger, teasingly saying, "Little white dragon? I think it's more like a little earthworm."

"Oh, you dare to underestimate me like that!" I pressed my hands on Mom's rounded shoulders, pretending to press down, and said, "Lie down quickly, and see how my white dragon knight punishes you!"

"Pah, when did the glans knight become a white dragon knight?" Mom giggled, obediently lying on the bed, letting me lie on top of her soft body.

"Only a white dragon knight is worthy of your fickle queen." I pressed the head of my penis against Mom's vaginal opening, and said, "Fickle queen, your loyal white dragon knight has come to pay his respects to you, do you allow me to?"

Mom blushed and nodded slightly.

I shouted "Yes, sir!" and thrust my lower body forward, my penis penetrating deep into Mom's warm, beautiful vagina.

"Oh..." Mom arched her back, letting out a comfortable moan.

I pinched one of her large nipples, leaned over her, and whispered in her ear, "Sister, do you feel like a little white dragon or a little earthworm now?" I deliberately thrust my penis forward, letting Mom feel my power.

Mom twisted her hips, pinching the base of my penis between her fingertips, and giggled, "Clearly, it's a little earthworm that can burrow."

"Ah, burrow? Sister, you actually said something like that?" I was incredibly excited by Mom's lewd words, thrusting violently. Mom's labia majora were thick and elastic, and the impact of my pubic bone against them felt incredibly good.

"Mmm... mmm..." Mom moaned repeatedly, her vaginal fluids gushing out, moistening my little white dragon.

Before midnight, I had already ejaculated twice. When I wanted to do it again, Mom wouldn't let me. I was both amused and exasperated, and unable to explain that we were in a state of sexual union, I had no choice but to give up.

Wanting to stay overnight in my mother's fragrant bed, she gently said, "Xiaolong, don't do this. Xiaodan isn't ready yet. It wouldn't be good if he found out."

I absolutely hated "Xiaodan," but I had no choice but to take a bath with my mother, taking the opportunity to take advantage of her. My mother felt bad that I didn't stay overnight, so she let me be.

During the bath, when my mother turned around to get the shower gel, I suddenly grabbed her buttocks and thrust into her from behind, penetrating her beautiful hole. My mother gasped and twisted her hips a few times, but didn't break free. I thrust in and out triumphantly, and my mother could only lean against the wall, sticking out her bare buttocks, allowing me to have another good time with her.

After the bath, my mother was incredibly beautiful. Her wet, long hair cascaded down her shoulders like waves, further highlighting her fair and voluptuous body.

"Sister, can I do it again?" I knelt at my mother's feet, using my tongue to tease the wet pubic hair between her legs.

"Xiaolong," Mom said, stroking my head affectionately, "Don't do this, it'll hurt your body. There will be plenty of opportunities in the future."

I stood up, pointed to my erect penis, and said seriously, "If I don't let it release, it will hurt my body even more."

"Pfft..." Mom couldn't help but laugh out loud, "Xiaolong, you little rascal, still making excuses. This naughty thing has already released three or four times tonight, how come it's still so hard? Is it made of iron or something?"

Hearing Mom's tone soften, I quickly grinned and hugged Mom, moving her towards the bed, saying, "Sister, you'll know if it's made of iron or not once you try it. I guarantee it's not just a silver-plated spearhead." "

Alright, you're so young and already saying such lewd things, let's see if I don't teach you a lesson!" Mom said, feigning anger. " Teach you

a lesson? Hehe, let's see who teaches who a lesson!" I pretended to be fierce, tied Mom's hands behind her back, and pushed her to the edge of the bed. Forced to stand with her back to me on the edge of the bed, her head and shoulders pressed against the quilt, her arms behind her back, her beautiful buttocks raised high.

Her legs were habitually kept straight, but because the bed was low, she had to spread them, exposing her entire vulva. Having just showered, her genitals were still wet, glistening and alluring, like a lascivious mouth, opening and closing rhythmically, awaiting my violation.

I couldn't help but recall the first time I spied on my mother's vulva; she was watering flowers in the garden, her buttocks also facing me. Back then, her private parts were unattainable, but now they were at my mercy.

Touching her taut thighs, I felt a surge of accomplishment and softly said, "Sister, I'm coming in."

My mother made a soft "hmm" sound and cooperatively raised her buttocks to welcome my entry.

Using this position to fuck Mom, I can use her ample buttocks as a cushion, it feels so good. I did it this way in the shower earlier, and I came in just a couple of times. Now I'm going to savor it properly.

My penis plunges into Mom's hot vagina again, the base of my penis, not fully inside, is surrounded and bumped by Mom's incredibly elastic buttocks, it's so tingling and itchy.

My ten fingers sink into the flesh of Mom's buttocks, playing with them, watching the beautiful curves of Mom's back rise and fall right before my eyes, I feel like a general riding a white horse, galloping with pleasure.

Although I've already come three times, after only a few dozen thrusts, Mom's warm jade pot makes me unable to hold back my ejaculation. I take a deep breath, just about to speed up and rush towards orgasm, when I suddenly hear Mom say in a soft voice, "Little Dragon, no..., sister wants you."

Mom twists her buttocks, not letting me penetrate smoothly. I chuckle, hehe, Mom finally begged me.

This position made it difficult for Mom to reach orgasm, so I quickly withdrew my penis, held Mom on the bed, and adopted her favorite woman-on-top position, letting her sit on top of me, facing me.

Mom blushed and lowered her head, seemingly shy about her demands. She slowly moved her hips up and down, persistently rubbing her clitoris, pursuing her pleasure.

The continuous stroking of Mom's vagina brought immense pleasure to my penis; I needed great willpower to hold back from ejaculating.

As Mom's movements gradually quickened, her moans became louder. I grasped Mom's breasts, leaned up, and kissed her nipples to help her reach orgasm.

Suddenly, Mom twisted her body wildly, making rapid "Mmm, ah, ah, ah..." sounds. I knew this was a sign she was about to reach orgasm, and I quickly made my penis erect, enduring Mom's storm of movements.

Suddenly, a surge of hot vaginal fluid poured over my penis, the immense heat enveloping it. I could no longer hold back; my ejaculation erupted, releasing countless sperm into my mother's womb, and we were once again joined in a passionate union.

"Oh..." It felt like an eternity before my mother finally collapsed limply onto me.

After a moment of silence, she nestled against my chest, kissing my skin tenderly, seemingly ashamed of her earlier frenzy, still too shy to look up at me.

I teased, "Sister, you just caused a flood, the flood washed away the Dragon King's temple, and the White Dragon sent many of his sons and grandsons back to your palace."

"Pfft..." My mother finally laughed, saying, "You're just talking nonsense. I didn't cause any flood."

"Hehe, what else could such a large flow of water be but a flood?" I flipped over and straddled my mother. I grabbed her hands, her fists clenched tightly, overcome with shyness.

I leaned down and kissed my mother's rosy cheeks, and she embraced me.

We hugged and kissed for a while, then suddenly Mom pushed me away, a half-smile on her face, and said, "Little Dragon, you're being naughty again."

I smiled awkwardly; my penis was erect again.

"Sister, just this once, I promise."

"No, I said that was the last time. "

"Sister..." I pleaded.

Mom tried to turn away, but I held her tightly.

Mom struggled, and my hand slipped, sliding under her armpit. Mom giggled

, panting, "You little lecherous dragon, your needs are insatiable, you're driving me crazy."

But when my penis moved to Mom's genitals, she obediently opened her legs, welcoming her guest.

I adjusted my position comfortably and said, "Sister still loves me the most, letting me in again."

"Sister is a fox spirit from *Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio*, practicing 'absorbing yang to replenish yin.' You, a virgin, are about to be drained dry by me, you know?" "

I'm willing to let sister absorb me. The more beautiful you are after absorbing yin, the more I like it."

"Little brother..." Mother was somewhat moved. I kissed her lips, capturing her fragrant tongue.

Just as I was reveling in Mother's tenderness, a sharp shout suddenly rang in my ears: "You wicked child, stop!"

I was startled and rolled off Mother. A giant palm struck me in the face. The kung fu I had practiced for years came in handy at this moment. I rolled desperately towards the edge of the bed, all the way to the wall, but the powerful palm strike still severely injured me. I spat out a mouthful of blood and collapsed weakly at the foot of the wall.

It's Master! My Master has arrived!

My mother screamed, scrambled to her feet, and stumbled to my side, not even bothering to put on her clothes. She frantically touched me, crying, "Little brother, little brother, what happened? Are you alright? Don't scare your sister!" Her

voice trembled with tears.

It was my mother's naked arrival that saved my life. My master, unable to deliver another blow, turned away, trembling with rage.

"Who are you? Why did you hit Little Dragon like that?" my mother screamed, clearly not recognizing my master in her panic.

"You wretched child, you wretched child!" my master stammered, ignoring my mother's words. "I took you as my disciple and taught you martial arts because you possessed a rare fire-elemental constitution, a talent unmatched in a hundred years. I never imagined you would commit such a heinous act!"

My master abruptly turned around, ignoring my mother's naked body, his white beard billowing in the wind, clearly enraged beyond measure.

He said, "Do you remember what I told you when I left? 'If you do anything wrong, I will definitely cripple your martial arts!'"

Before I could answer, my mother suddenly cried out, "Master! It's you! Why did you do this? Why did you hurt Xiaolong?"

The master still did not answer my mother's question. He walked towards me step by step and said, "Fine, fine! You kept it a secret well. Today I will not take your life, but I will only take back your martial arts."

Although I was severely injured, my martial arts skills remained, but I was overwhelmed by my master's imposing aura. I could only shrink back behind my mother with difficulty, crying, "Master, please spare me..."

My master shook his head and said, "Too late, your crimes are unforgivable."

I saw him slowly raise his right palm, and I was terrified. I cried out, "Mom, Mom! Save me!"

"What?" My mother turned around abruptly, staring at me, and said, "Xiaolong, why are you calling me 'sister' like that?"

"Mom, Mom..." I sobbed uncontrollably, "Don't you understand? Chu Yunlong is Xiaodan, Xiaodan!"

These words were like a bolt from the blue, causing my mother to collapse to the ground with a thud. She looked at me blankly, murmuring, "No, no, you're lying to me, you're lying to me. You're clearly Xiaolong, how could you become Xiaodan!"

"Xiaodan, where is Xiaodan? I need to find Xiaodan, I need to find Xiaodan!" My mother said, standing up and walking out.

I was terrified. If my mother left, how could I survive? Suddenly, a surge of strength appeared in my head, and I leaped up, intending to follow my mother out the door.

A hand suddenly appeared in front of me, and my master's cold voice rang in my ears, "You wretched creature, stay here!"

I felt as if I were blocked by a wall of energy, unable to move an inch. I could only watch helplessly as my mother's bare buttocks disappeared from sight. Despairingly, I collapsed to the ground.

My master's expression was complex, a mixture of regret, hatred, and pity. He slowly pressed his right palm down towards my head, saying, "Disciple, your master is about to destroy your Nascent Soul. The Nascent Soul is difficult to cultivate. For someone so young to have achieved this is truly remarkable, but alas..."

My heart was filled with desperate hatred. My mother clearly only cared about Xiao Dan, not about Xiao Long's life or death. And my master, who had taught me martial arts, had become so unreasonable!

At this moment, I calmed down and said, "Master, please allow me to turn back into Xiao Dan. Xiao Dan is your disciple!

Otherwise, if you disperse my power, I will never be able to turn back."

My master, hearing that what I said made sense, withdrew his palm and sighed, "Alright, but don't delude yourself into thinking you can escape this calamity. Don't delay, I'll give you a quarter of an hour to practice your cultivation."

Helplessly, I sat cross-legged and began to practice my cultivation.

In less than a quarter of an hour, I finished practicing my cultivation and opened my eyes. I saw my mother standing beside me, still naked. She stared at me blankly and said, "Xiao Dan, you really are Xiao Dan! Why did you lie to me? Why did you lie to your mother?!"

My mother covered her face with her hands and cried out in anguish.

Seeing my master approaching me again, I was overwhelmed with grief and indignation. Suddenly, I exploded, standing up and roaring, "What have I done? Why are you treating me like this?!"

"Master, you taught me martial arts. With these skills, I cleaved the lecherous Zhou Hongxuan, killed the drug lord Bai Song, wiped out the accomplice Zheng Shuyu, and lured and killed the pirate leader Tie Jun. Wasn't every single one of these acts of righteousness?"

I screamed at my mother, "Even when I transformed into Little Dragon to get close to you, it was because I love you! I love you, Mom!"

I sobbed uncontrollably, "If I hadn't done these things, you would have abandoned me and gone to Sun Island long ago. Think about what awaits you then!"

My master stared at me in surprise, clearly unaware of these events. My mother also stopped crying, wanting to approach me, but hesitated.

"Mom, you're right not to forgive me. I shouldn't have lied to you." My face was ashen. I said, "Mom, Master, Xiao Dan is unfilial. Today, I'll return this life and my martial arts to you!"

Seeing my master and mother rushing towards me, I felt a surge of pleasure. I slapped my forehead with my palm, and with a loud "boom," I collapsed to the ground. Through my blurry

vision, I could only see my master and mother's faces. They seemed to be calling my name, but I couldn't hear anything. I closed my eyes wearily. In my dazed state, I felt myself moving, and a tingling pleasure came from my lower body. I opened my eyes with difficulty and saw a woman sitting on me, her back to me, only her buttocks exposed. I slightly raised my body and could see my penis moving between her thighs.

Her back was so familiar—it was my mother.

I was confused. What was happening? Was I dead or dreaming? I mumbled, "Sister..."

My mother shuddered. She turned around and looked at me, saying, "Xiao Dan, you're awake?" Her expression was strange, a hint of relief, but mostly deep sorrow.

I was still bewildered. I struggled to sit up, but my mother stopped me, saying, "Don't move, Xiao Dan. I'm healing you."

What did that mean? Just as I was wondering what was going on, a sudden heat surged through my lower body. My mother was writhing on top of me, releasing her yin essence. She pointed to my perineum and pressed it. I shuddered, a surge of yin energy flowing from my lower body into my limbs, feeling incredibly uncomfortable.

After she finished, my mother dressed and sat by the bed, recounting what had happened after I fainted.

At that time, I was severely injured and my internal energy had been depleted. My master saved me. Later, my master asked my mother about the whole truth. After hearing it, he just shook his head and said, "A tragedy, a tragedy."

But my master still forgave me, using his inner energy to keep me alive. Before leaving, Master told my mother that only her pure Yin Water Spirit body, combined with my Yin-Fire essence, could save me. He also taught her the method of transferring Qi, requiring us to have intercourse eighty-one times for me to fully recover.

That night, it was precisely because the Water Spirit Mother and the Fire Virtue True Lord were practicing together that the Qi field fluctuated, which alerted Master to their arrival. Master also told my mother that we, mother and son, had committed incest and should do more good deeds in the future, otherwise we might suffer heavenly calamity. After speaking, Master left sadly.

After hearing my mother's story, my mother and I remained silent for a long time. I felt uneasy; what was my mother thinking?

"Xiao Dan, you've been unconscious for five days and nights. Eat something first," my mother broke the silence.

The nanny was gone, and my mother personally cooked porridge for me.

My mother and I ate the porridge in silence, the atmosphere extremely oppressive.

"Mom, I'm sorry, I..." I tried to break the silence.

"Xiaodan, don't say anymore," Mom gently interrupted me. "These past three days, I've thought a lot. This whole thing is mainly my fault. Your father was often away from home when you were little; I didn't raise you well." Her eyes reddened as she spoke.

"Mom, I..." I wanted to say something, but I didn't know what to say.

"Xiaodan, you don't need to say anything. I've thought it through. After you've healed, I'll send you to France to find your father. He'll raise you from now on."

"Mom, what about you?" I asked urgently.

"I'll live alone in China." Mom looked utterly heartbroken, which was heartbreaking.

"I don't want to! I want to stay with you!"

"Xiaodan, how can I face you after this?" Mom was on the verge of tears as she got up and went upstairs.

I felt weak all over, collapsing onto the sofa. My heart ached so much I could hardly breathe. Watching Mom walk up the stairs, my heart sank with her.

Mom stopped on the stairs, took a few deep breaths to calm herself, and turned her head slightly, saying, "Come to Mom's room after your shower, Mom will continue to heal your wounds."

Right, Mom healing my wounds, isn't that just a prelude to intercourse, a union of fire and water? A glimmer of hope rekindled within me. Watching Mom about to go into the room, I hurriedly called out, "Mom, how many more treatments are left?"

Mom coldly replied, "Tonight is the tenth." Then she went into the room and closed the door.

There were eighty-one times in total, and tonight was the tenth time, so I have seventy-two more chances? I pondered how to use these precious seventy-two chances to open the closed door in my mother's heart.

(From the second part of the "Masked Mother-Loving Trilogy," titled "Looking at the Coastline

[Part Three: Mother's Love and Sorrow]") (Part 1) A Joyful Reunion

Dad is going to the countryside again for poverty alleviation. Since I grew up and became sensible, I can't remember how many times Dad has gone to the countryside. Each time Dad goes, he stays for several months. At first, I was quite reluctant to see him go, but later I got used to it. And as I grew older, I liked my mature and beautiful mother more and more, so sometimes I even secretly hoped that Dad would go to the countryside, leaving just Mom and me at home. Both

Dad and Mom work in government agencies. Dad has not been doing well these past few years and is still just the director of the "Poverty Alleviation Office." Mom, on the other hand, is thriving. She is already the deputy director of the State Taxation Bureau just over thirty.

Dad is introverted and a bit dull. Mom, on the other hand, is gentle and generous, and beautiful. It's beautiful. I've heard people jokingly say to my dad more than once, "Old Yu, you're so lucky to have married Xiao Zhuo!" The implication is that it's like "a beautiful flower stuck in cow dung."

Dad doesn't get angry when he hears these things; he just smiles sheepishly, with a hint of pride.

Actually, Dad and Mom were college classmates, both thirty-two this year, but everyone calls Dad "Old Yu" and Mom "Xiao Zhuo," and no one thinks anything is wrong, because Mom does look several years younger than Dad.

Dad is going to the countryside tomorrow, and he's packing his things in his room. Mom washed the dishes and is quietly helping him; the atmosphere in the room is a bit heavy. I came over to help Mom too.

Mom said softly, "Xiao Jia, go do your homework. Dad and I can handle things here."

"I finished my homework a long time ago, and I'm going to help Dad pack."

"Hehe, Jia, you're such a good girl today." Mom and Dad praised me at the same time, and the atmosphere became a little lively.

Actually, I wasn't trying to help; I wanted to take the opportunity to peek at Mom's breasts.

I was already madly infatuated with Mom. Her beautiful face, her long, flowing hair, the curves of her waist and hips, her long, beautiful legs, and the breasts I had always wanted to peek at—all of them strongly attracted me, an eleven-year-old boy.

At this moment, my gaze was drawn to Mom's delicate toes on her slippers. Mom stood on tiptoe, taking clothes from the top of the cabinet, her toes supporting her entire weight. Mom never wore any nail polish; her beautifully crescent-shaped big toenail was flawless, slightly upturned, stirring my heart.

"Jia, help Mom with the clothes."

I finally snapped out of my reverie, said "Oh," and looked up to take the clothes from Mom's hands.

"Wait a minute, there are a few more." Mom raised her plump, fair arm again.

It was summer, and Mom was wearing a short-sleeved shirt at home.

When she raised her arm, I could see her armpit hair! Although the air conditioner was on, the room was still stuffy. Mom's thick, dark armpit hair clung to her snow-white skin, looking deep and mysterious.

I was stunned. Oh, Mom's armpit hair, that salty armpit hair... if only I could lick it!

Unfortunately, my good mood didn't last long. Mom quickly took the clothes down from the closet, and I quickly turned away, concealing my throbbing lower body.

After tidying up, Mom and Dad both took a shower. Mom changed into a pink silk... Her nightgown, both elegant and alluring, made her breathtakingly beautiful. I was completely mesmerized. Dad complimented her, "Chu Yun, you look so beautiful tonight."

Mom blushed, gave Dad a playful glare, and said softly, "You're so silly." But it was clear she was quite pleased with Dad's praise.

I pretended to be clueless, "Silly? How could I be? Dad's right, Mom looks especially beautiful tonight."

Mom blushed deeply and said, "Xiao Jia, you're teasing Mom too!" She pretended to spank me, but I laughed happily and snuggled into her arms, inhaling her fragrance deeply, my heart pounding.

"Xiao Jia, you're almost as tall as Mom now, and you're still acting like this!" Dad said, somewhat displeased.

"No way! Mom's got such a great figure, she's almost 1.7 meters tall, and I'm only 1.5 meters, I'm still 20 centimeters short!" I shouted.

Mom chuckled, "Xiaojia, Mom's over 30, what's with all this talk about figure? Come on, your dad's going on a business trip tomorrow, so Mom's allowing you to watch TV tonight."

I was overjoyed. Mom leaned back on the sofa, and I rested my head on her incredibly firm thighs, feeling as happy as if I'd eaten honey. Actually, Mom is very conscious of her figure; otherwise, she wouldn't swim so often and even joined a yoga club run by an Indian.

After watching for a while, Dad got up and said, "Xiaojia, Dad has to get up early tomorrow, I'm going to bed now, you should go to bed early too."

I hummed in agreement, not paying much attention. A little while later, Mom also got up, brushed her teeth in the bathroom outside, and followed Dad into the room. Before going in, she said to me, "Xiaojia, don't watch too much TV." "Too late." With that, she closed the door, and I clearly heard the click of it locking.

A surge of resentment welled up inside me. Mom was going to do *that* with Dad again—this was a pattern I'd observed over time. Usually, when they went to sleep at night, they just closed the door, not locked it; if they locked it, they were definitely going to do *that*. I knew what they did online—to put it nicely, it was "making love"; to put it bluntly, it was "coitus."

I stared blankly at the television screen, my mind filled with the image of Mom naked, lying on the bed with Dad, "coitus," and a wave of bitterness washed over me. I turned off the TV and the living room lights and went back to my room.

Our apartment was allocated by Mom's work unit; it had three bedrooms, two living rooms, and two bathrooms, which was considered very good in the bustling city of A. Of the three bedrooms, Mom and Dad's master bedroom and my bedroom were separated by a study, both facing south. We share a large balcony nearly ten meters long. Except for the study, my parents' and my room all lead to the balcony.

This design made it extremely convenient for me to spy on my mother's room.

I tiptoed across the balcony and crouched under the window of my mother's room. A dim light shone from inside; I knew my parents usually made love with the bedside lamp on, which added to their enjoyment and facilitated my spying plan tonight.

My parents knew the balcony was too open and had always been very vigilant. In the past, I could only eavesdrop, but a few moans from my mother were enough to satisfy me.

But today I had a plan: I had to see my mother making love naked before my father left on his business trip, otherwise I'd have to wait until he came back next time. When I entered their room earlier, I secretly left a gap between the two curtains when they weren't looking. Fortunately... Tonight, Mom and Dad didn't do another check-up; they went straight to bed!

My heart was pounding. It took a lot of courage to peep at my parents making love for the first time. What if I got caught… I didn't dare think about it.

The mysterious allure of Mom's naked body overcame my fear. I gritted my teeth, slowly stood up, and peeked through the crack in the bed.

What I saw was a sensual scene. I don't know what kind of foreplay they'd done, but Dad was lying on the bed, his penis erect and trembling, wearing an ugly condom. Mom was completely naked, getting up and sitting on Dad with her legs spread. Dad held Mom's buttocks with both hands, and Mom shyly grasped his penis with one hand, her buttocks slowly lowering until it entered her vagina.

Seeing such direct intercourse on my first peeping session, my head felt like it was going to explode; I could barely breathe.

Dad's hand moved up and cupped Mom's breast, gently kneading it. Only then did I notice Mom's breasts, which I had long admired. Usually, when I occasionally peeked at Mom's chest, I always thought they were swollen and full, but after taking off her clothes, I realized how full her breasts actually were. Dad's hand could only grasp part of Mom's breasts; her snow-white flesh swelled between his fingers, changing shapes in various ways. Dad used the base of his thumb to support Mom's nipple, tilting his head back to suckle, making "smack, smack" sounds, looking very satisfied.

To make it easier for Dad to suckle her breasts, Mom wrapped her arms around Dad's neck and began to slowly sway her hips. Dad occasionally looked up and kissed Mom passionately.

Watching Mom's peach-like nipples appear and disappear in Dad's mouth, glistening with his saliva, I couldn't help but swallow. I was so envious of Dad!

Both of them moved very slowly, as if trying their best to restrain themselves, slowly enjoying the pleasure of making love.

Then I saw a small movement from my father. His hand reached behind my mother and caressed her buttocks, his fingers occasionally slipping between her thighs and pressing heavily on her anus. My mother reacted strongly to this, twisting her hips sensually each time, letting out a long, drawn-out moan.

"Oh my god, Dad is touching Mom's private parts, and she's excited about it!" I masturbated frantically.

After a while, my father leaned back with some difficulty and lay back down on the bed. My mother lowered her head, as if looking at their joined genitals. My father and mother's dark pubic hair intertwined. When my mother lifted her buttocks, you could see that her labia were wet, like they were coated with a thick layer of honey, stretched into an "8" shape, swallowing and releasing my father's thick penis, looking incredibly lewd.

Gradually, my mother's breathing became more and more rapid, and her buttocks twisted more and more violently. My mother shook her head, her full breasts bouncing, creating waves of alluring flesh. From my mother's expression, you could tell she was experiencing intense pleasure.

"Oh, oh..." Mom moaned, on the verge of climax. Disregarding her composure, she pulled Dad's hand back to her breast. Dad cooperated, lifting himself up and taking her breast into his mouth again, sucking loudly.

"Husband... oh, husband, I... I can't take it anymore." Mom threw her head back, shaking wildly, her long, waterfall-like hair swaying from side to side.

"Oh, wife, let me see you." Dad was also excited, roughly kneading Mom's dough-like breasts, while looking up to see her excited expression.

But Mom didn't lower her head to let Dad see her face; she held her head high like a swan, reaching her climax.

I could clearly see Mom's climax from outside the window. Her mouth was slightly open, her eyes closed, her brows furrowed, her face even slightly distorted—a beautiful expression of utter ecstasy. Oh... so beautiful, my mother, I love you! I ejaculated uncontrollably.

A rapid-fire ejaculation, a huge amount; I suspected I ejaculated all the fluid in my scrotum. It felt so good. I held my penis, still feeling a bit unsatisfied, watching my mother gradually calm down in the room, slowly collapsing onto my father, lowering her head to kiss him passionately, as if thanking him for the pleasure his hard penis brought her.

My mind was always particularly clear after ejaculation. I knew I was still in danger of being discovered at any moment, and it wouldn't be worth it if I were found out now. I stared at my mother's naked body a few more times, trying to etch the image firmly into my mind, before reluctantly retreating.

[Part Three: Mother's Love and Sorrow] (II) A Bolt from the Blue

The next day, my father went to the countryside, leaving only my mother and me at home.

My mother's life was very regular. After work in the afternoon, she would come home to cook, and after eight o'clock in the evening, she would either go swimming or practice Indian yoga, not driving back until after ten o'clock. The car was provided by my mother's workplace; her position as deputy director entitled her to this privilege.

Ever since I secretly watched my parents make love, every time I see my mother, I can't help but think of her two large, brown nipples. My mother, oblivious to my lewdness, continues to treat me with tenderness, helping me with my homework every evening after dinner until eight o'clock before driving off to exercise.

My mother's gentleness makes me ashamed; I secretly berate myself for being a lecher, but the lust in my heart cannot be extinguished. I often find myself lost in thought, replaying the feeling of that night I spied on her.

Before I knew it, the weekend arrived. My mother took me shopping and even to KFC. I was overjoyed.

Shopping, like the love of beauty, is a woman's nature. My mother's consistent exercise keeps her in excellent shape. Today, my mother wore a relaxed outfit and light green sandals, looking elegant and ethereal. Walking with her on the street, her slender waist swayed gracefully, attracting a surprising number of glances. Sometimes, when I looked back, I could see many lecherous men staring at my mother's round, large buttocks.

At the shoe store, Mom tirelessly tried on pair after pair of shoes. Her beautiful feet were snow-white, with long, slender toes and elegant arches. Every pair of shoes she wore drew sincere compliments from the sales assistant. But Mom continued to pose repeatedly, looking at herself in the mirror from all angles.

I was secretly delighted; finally, I could admire Mom's beautiful high-heeled feet without restraint. Gold, silver, black, white—all sorts of open-toed sandals—on Mom's feet, they were simply irresistible. I was dazzled, deeply regretting that I didn't have a camera to capture this beauty.

Looking around, I suddenly noticed that many men accompanying their girlfriends shopping for shoes were also intentionally or unintentionally stealing glances at Mom's beautiful feet. I felt a little annoyed; Mom's feet belonged only to me.

Finding an opportunity, I secretly went to my mother and said, "Mom, a lot of people are peeking at you while you're putting on your shoes."

My mother blushed and said, "Xiaojia, don't talk nonsense. What's so interesting about putting on shoes?"

I said urgently, "Mom, your feet are so white and beautiful. Those people really are peeking!"

The men who were peeking seemed to have heard something and quickly turned their heads. A few were even dragged away by their girlfriends in a huff. My mother was a little embarrassed and whispered for me to stop talking.

In the end, my mother picked out three pairs of high-heeled open-toe sandals of different styles, spending quite a bit of money.

When my mother was trying on clothes for the nth time in the clothing department, I finally couldn't take it anymore and collapsed on the sofa. I finally understood why my father was most afraid of going shopping with my mother. Even with a beauty as beautiful as my mother, it was still torture.

Finally, noon arrived. We ate the spicy chicken wings that my mother treated me to at KFC, and when I got home, I collapsed onto the bed and fell asleep.

When I woke up in the afternoon, it was already 2:30. My mother had left a note on the dining table: "Xiaojia, Mom is going swimming. You stay home and study hard. Mom will be back at 5 o'clock to cook dinner." It was signed: "Your loving mother, Xiaojia."

I felt as sweet as if I had eaten honey. Mom loves me the most, and I love Mom the most too.

I love my mother and try my best to have common interests with her. When I was eight years old, I joined a junior swimming class. Although I'm not particularly fast, I still manage to win a prize in the grade's swimming competition every year.

Therefore, this afternoon I decided to surprise my mother by going swimming. Although final exams are coming up soon, who cares? I've never fallen behind in my studies.

My mother and I both got annual passes for the nearby Shanshui Swimming Club. I grabbed my swimming gear and set off, thinking about sneaking into the pool to catch my mother. I couldn't help but laugh out loud.

The Shanshui Swimming Club is a standard 50x25 meter pool. Because the ticket price is relatively expensive, there aren't many people swimming there, which is one of the reasons why my mother likes to swim there.

I changed into my swimming trunks and went to the poolside. I looked around and saw some women in the pool, but I couldn't spot my mother's beautiful figure. I looked at the people sitting around the pool, but still couldn't find her.

"Where did Mom go? She usually swims over a kilometer, she couldn't have finished so quickly." I was filled with doubt and started swimming back and forth, hoping to find her, but I was disappointed. She wasn't in the pool at all.

Could she be in the changing room? I swam a little longer, until 3:30, but still no sign of her. A heavy weight settled on my heart. I went ashore, changed, and went outside.

I walked around the parking lot, but didn't see Mom's car. She didn't come swimming, so where did she go?

I went home dejectedly. I didn't see her car downstairs either; she hadn't come back yet.

When I got home, I couldn't concentrate on my homework. I lay on my bed, lost in thought. Where did Mom go? Then an idea struck me. When Mom came back, I would do this and that.

I jumped out of bed, rinsed my swim trunks clean, and, sparing no expense, dried them in the dryer. Then I sat upright at my desk, pretending to study, but I couldn't concentrate on anything.

It was almost five o'clock. I went to the kitchen to wash the rice, cook, and wash the vegetables—this was the only thing I could do for Mom. Finally, I heard the sound of a car parking downstairs; I knew Mom was home. I mentally repeated, "I've been studying at home all afternoon,"

making sure this didn't give me away. I opened the door to welcome Mom in, and looking down, I saw she was wearing the same pair of gold high-heeled sandals I'd bought that morning. My heart skipped a beat.

I smiled happily, "Mom, I've been studying at home all afternoon."

The performance began.

Until we sat down to eat, I didn't mention swimming. Watching Mom busy in the kitchen, I was filled with suspicion, unable to believe my dear mother would lie to me.

During dinner, I chatted with Mom about school, mentioning that there would be another swimming competition at summer school. I changed the subject, still chewing my food, and casually asked, "Mom, was the swimming club crowded this afternoon?"

Mom paused slightly, then said, "It was the same as usual, not many."

My heart pounded. Mom was lying! I continued, "Mom, did you break your 1500-meter record today?"

"No, I swam about 1000 meters," Mom said calmly.

"Oh." I was now certain Mom was lying, so I quickly changed the subject.

That night, I lay in bed, clutching the note Mom had written to me during the day, the words blurred by my tears. "Oh, Mom, why did you lie to me…" I sobbed silently.

Mom must be hiding something from me. Oh, Mom, don't blame your son for spying on you, don't blame me for my actions—who told you to lie to me first? My inner demons surged, justifying all my actions.

The final exams finally ended in a daze, and I began my reconnaissance plan.

I had a small amount of pocket money, all from the New Year's money given to me by uncles and aunts every year. These uncles and aunts seemed particularly generous; the red envelopes they gave me were always bulging. As the deputy director of the State Taxation Bureau, my mother usually doesn't allow these people to visit, but she couldn't refuse their New Year's greetings, especially since the amount of money each person gave me wasn't small.

My mother originally wanted to keep the money safe, but I cried and wouldn't let her, so she got me a zodiac-themed card to deposit the money, telling me not to spend it recklessly.

My mother would never have imagined that I used some of the money to buy a bugging device online. The device was small, and I installed it under the phone in my mother's room.

For several days, I didn't hear anything, but something was unusual: often when my mother answered the phone, after saying "hello," there would be no sound. Was my mother hiding in the bathroom to make the call? Something was definitely fishy!

I moved the bugging device behind the toilet bowl in the bathroom.

That night at 10:30, I finally overheard my mother's mysterious phone call.

"Hello..." came my mother's voice through the earpiece, along with the sound of her closing the bathroom door.

I turned up the volume and could faintly hear my mother's voice on the other end of the phone. It was a man's voice; I couldn't tell if it was my father's.

"Calling so late? Everyone's about to go to sleep," my mother said softly, with a hint of joy.

"You're calling from the bathroom again?" the man's voice

asked. "And what if Xiaojia hears us calling from the room?"

"Hmm, you're right, it's better to be careful," the man said. "Are you standing or sitting?"

"Ugh, of course I'm standing!" my mother said in a coquettish voice.

My mind went blank. I never expected my usually dignified and gentle mother to show such a girlish side.

Who was that man? Was it my father?

"Zhenzhen, sit down," the man's voice was short and forceful, with an unyielding authority.

"Zhenzhen," my father never called my mother that.

"No..." my mother said, followed by a rustling sound.

"Are you sitting down?"

"Hmm..."

"Where are you sitting?"

"Where else? On the toilet."

"More details."

"Zhenzhen is sitting naked on the toilet, talking on the phone with Brother Long... No, it's so embarrassing..."

"Brother Long!" These words struck me like a bolt from the blue! My mother was having an affair, my dignified and beautiful mother was indeed having an affair!

My mother's goddess-like image in my mind collapsed instantly, and I collapsed on the bed, unable to bear this fact. I felt dizzy, but the voice from the bug still entered my ears without missing a word.

"Hehe, okay, touch your big white butt for Brother Long a few times."

"Hmm... You're so naughty." My mother whispered.

"Hurry up and touch it, or I'll whip you."

"I touched it... Hmm..."

"Where did you touch it? Tell me!"

"Hmm... I touched the little mole on my right butt." My mother seemed to be hypnotized by magic.

"Mmm."

"Oh...I touched it, I touched your butthole, mmm...mmm...it's so itchy there..." Mom murmured shamelessly, her breathing rapid.

"Alright, stop talking, I'm already hard!"

Mom chuckled, "You just had to say it, you just had to say it, I miss your big-dicked brother..." So slutty!

"Brother Dragon" was clearly also unable to resist his mother's teasing. He said, "Alright, Zhenzhen, you dare to tease your big cock brother, see how it will punish your little asshole next time!"

"Mmm, big cock brother... come on, Zhenzhen's little asshole misses her big cock brother..."

"Slut, wasn't it enough that I fucked you three times last week!"

"Not enough? Zhenzhen's big ass wants to be bullied by big cock brother every day..."

"Alright, Zhenzhen, stop being so frivolous. I need to save my energy to fuck you the day after tomorrow. Same place the day after tomorrow afternoon, okay?"

"Mmm, Brother Dragon..." His mother suddenly seemed to remember something, "Oh right, Qingshan, next Saturday afternoon is Xiaojia's school swimming competition. I promised to go watch it. Do you think we can reschedule for next week?"

"Another day? How can we change it? My time is so precious!" the man said. "Besides, you know how closely my wife is watching me!"

"Hmm, what can we do? Xiaojia has been waiting for this day for so long..." the mother pondered.

"You figure it out. Give me an answer when we meet on Saturday." The man was clearly a little unhappy.

"Okay, Qingshan, I'll think of something." the mother said.

"Zhenzhen, I spoke a little too hastily just now, please forgive me." The man's tone softened. "You know how much I miss you, and we only have one chance to meet each week, it's not easy." "

Hmm... I know, Qingshan, I miss you too..." the mother said softly.

"Okay, goodbye, Zhenzhen. Remember, I love you." The man's voice was magnetic.

"I love you too, Qingshan, bye." The mother blew a kiss into the phone and hung up.

I was paralyzed as if struck by a massive TNT bomb, my mind a complete mess. "Long Qingshan," "Saturday afternoons," "Mom's infidelity"—these words lingered in my head. Why did the name "Long Qingshan" sound so familiar? I was sure I'd heard it somewhere before.

A moment later, there was a knock at the door. "Xiaojia, why aren't you asleep yet?" It was my mother's voice.

I frantically shoved the listening device under my pillow and lay down, saying, "Come in, Mom!"

The door wasn't locked; locking it would only arouse her suspicion. My mother always respected my privacy and never barged into my room.

She came to the bedside and said, "Xiaojia, it's almost eleven o'clock, still not asleep?"

Looking at my mother's beautiful, kind face, my heart filled with sorrow. Oh, my mother no longer belonged to me; she belonged to someone named "Long Qingshan."

My nose stung, and I hurriedly turned my head away.

"What's wrong, Xiaojia? Are you feeling unwell?" My mother reached out and touched my forehead.

"Oh, Mom..." Afraid that Mom would see me crying, I simply threw myself into her arms. Mom's embrace was still so broad and warm.

"Xiao Jia, do you miss Dad?" Mom patted my back gently, comforting me.

"Mmm..." I went along with it, thinking to myself, "Mom, I must save you, I must rescue you from Long Qingshan!"

In my young mind, Long Qingshan was the hateful "Long Ye," and Mom was a "shy and beautiful young woman." Mom must have some secret that Long Qingshan had over her, which was why she was at his mercy. Only by thinking like this could I prevent my young heart from collapsing immediately, thus maintaining a fragile balance.

Oh, holy and sorrowful Mom, Xiao Jia is your brave little angel, he is coming to rescue you from your suffering!

[Part Three: Mom's Love and Sorrow] (III) Rescue Plan

The "reconnaissance plan" was changed to a "rescue plan." Since it was summer vacation, I was at home all day and had plenty of time to prepare my grand plan.

I remembered the name "Long Qingshan" the next day and investigated it thoroughly. It turned out he was the city's vice mayor! I was a little scared. This "Long" was a powerful figure; his wife was supposedly the daughter of a high-ranking central government leader! My mother had indeed fallen into his clutches.

That Saturday afternoon, my mother made another excuse, saying she was working overtime. I had made an excuse even earlier, saying I was going to play soccer with a classmate. Actually, I called a taxi, and fearing the driver wouldn't believe I had money to pay, I gave him 100 yuan first and waited at the entrance of the complex.

Sure enough, before 2 PM, my mother's car came out, and I had the taxi follow.

Yinlu Residential Complex, Building 2, Unit 505—this was where my mother was "kept her as a mistress." Looking at the tightly closed iron door of Unit 505, I could almost see my mother being pinned down on the bed by the ferocious Long Qingshan, her lamb-like body writhing helplessly beneath him.

I gritted my teeth, turned around, and left. Today was just a reconnaissance trip; it wasn't the right time yet.

I wandered around the Yinlu residential area and, incredibly, found apartment 405 in Building 2 at a real estate agency! It was right downstairs from "Jinwu" (a popular internet cafe in Beijing). Suppressing my excitement, I quietly completed the three-month rental agreement.

The agent was puzzled as to why a kid like me would rent a place. I deliberately stammered that I was sharing an apartment with some classmates to use the internet. The landlord and agent exchanged knowing smiles, assuming it was just another group of student internet addicts trying to escape parental supervision, and didn't ask any further questions.

The next seven days were exceptionally busy and thrilling. The pinhole camera I ordered online finally arrived. I had previously bought "eavesdropping devices" from this website, and they only trusted me because I was a regular customer.

The pinhole camera was a 640-line color mini model, with much better image quality than the popular "Meifeng" version online. The camera also supported wireless transmission and 10x optical zoom; however, it was quite expensive, and I only had enough money for one set. Although I really wanted to install one in my mother's room at home, I had to abandon this tempting idea since I only had one.

On Tuesday, while my mother was taking a nap, I stole her keys and made three copies of each, one of which was the key to her "golden house."

On Wednesday afternoon, I went to the Yinlu residential complex again. Since I was a tenant, I could come and go as I pleased.

I knocked on the door of apartment 505, and after confirming no one was home, I used the key to open the door and sneaked in.

As I closed the door, my heart pounded. This was where my mother had lost her virginity. It was a two-bedroom apartment, not luxuriously decorated; clearly, the owner didn't want to flaunt her status.

The entrance was a foyer, followed by the living room and dining room. It wasn't particularly large. The living room had a sofa, a TV stand, and a regular color TV. The dining room had a small table with two chairs side-by-side, facing the TV.

I wandered into the kitchen; it was fully equipped with tableware. It seemed this was my mother's second home; she and that Long Qingshan had spent a lot of time in this house.

In the bathroom sat my mother's usual French "Aubiro" cosmetics. I could almost see her gazing at herself in the mirror, and a pang of sadness washed over me.

Neither room was locked. One room was dark, with several thick blackout curtains drawn along one wall by the window—it seemed to be a darkroom for developing photos. Did Long Qingshan have a hobby of developing photos?

The other room was the master bedroom, quite large, with a two-meter-wide bed in the center. The bed frame was low, and a Simmons mattress sat on it. The sheets were pink, embroidered with two mandarin ducks. I touched them; they were very clean. Was this the bed where my mother usually made love with that strange man? Snow-white buttocks, a dark penis, rolling around… Thinking about it, I drifted off into a daze.

I shook my head vigorously, trying to banish these thoughts. Time was short; I needed to get down to business.

Two small speakers were mounted in the two corners of the room's ceiling. I attached the camera to one of the speakers, pointing it directly at the bed, providing a perfect, unobstructed view—it was practically invisible unless you looked very closely.

After installing the camera, it was still early, so I searched the room, trying to find any clues my mother had left behind.

Although the room was empty, there were still some small items that made it feel cozy. On the bedside table was a plush teddy bear, my mother's favorite fabric toy; we had another one at home. There were no hair clips or hair on the pillows, and the bedside table contained some magazines, toilet paper, towels, and other items.

After searching for a while, my attention focused on the locked wardrobe and the desk drawers. This was easy; my key set included two or three such small keys. I quickly found the wardrobe key, and with a strange sense of excitement, I opened it.

What came into view were six or seven sets of women's lingerie hanging neatly. I gasped, my heart pounding uncontrollably. The lingerie came in a variety of colors: bright red, ocean blue, pale yellow, pink, light purple, and even a mysterious black—each piece was unique. Most were made of lace and sheer fabric, some were silk, and the designs were incredibly provocative, completely devoid of any function as covering.

Looking at the bras alone, some were mesh, some only covered the nipples, and two were even completely open, exposing the breasts. The panties were even less substantial; some used dark fabric to partially cover the pubic area, some were thongs or V-necks, and some were simply slits in the cleavage. Imagining my mother wearing these sexy lingerie, I was mesmerized and quickly grabbed the closet door for support.

I gasped for breath. Good heavens, were these clothes my mother used to please that "Long Qingshan," or was she forced to wear them? It was shocking! Although I really wanted to use these sexy lingeries to masturbate a few times, I restrained myself. It was getting late, and what secrets were locked in the drawer?

I locked the wardrobe, went to the desk by the window, and opened the drawer. Six boxes of condoms were neatly stacked in one corner, the top box already opened! Inside were several beautiful photo albums. I took them out, sat on the edge of the bed, and started flipping through them.

The first few pages were photos of my mother and a man. That man must be Long Qingshan; he was tall and handsome, and my mother looked very young in the photos. I checked the dates; my mother was only twenty years old then, in university.

As I continued flipping, suddenly, "Boom!" All the blood in my body seemed to rush to my head. I could hardly believe my eyes—I saw nude photos of my mother! If the sexy lingerie had shocked me, these nude photos almost made me faint!

My hands trembled as I flipped through the photos. The last three albums were almost entirely filled with nude photos of my mother, some semi-nude, some fully nude, all taken within the last five or six years, and the background was clearly this house!

Each photo had a caption on the back, such as "Zhenzhen's beautiful body at twenty-six," "Zhenzhen's thirtieth birthday commemoration," etc., in a strong, vigorous Wei stylized font.

My mother was in various poses in the photos: standing, lying down, kneeling, and even holding simple props. For example, in one photo, my mother was cross-legged, completely nude, with a cute little bear covering her genitals. In the photo, my mother looked both alluring and adorable.

I have to admit that the photographer had a certain skill; these photos were erotic without being vulgar, seductive without being obscene, similar to nude art photography.

However, my appreciation level was clearly not that high. My mother's nude photos made my penis so hard it felt like it would break! The thought that my mother might have been sitting on the bed with Long Qingshan, admiring her nude photos, filled me with intense hatred.

I stared greedily at the photos of my mother's naked body. In almost every picture, her alluring breasts were exposed. My focus quickly shifted from her breasts to the mysterious dark triangle of her genitals. My mother didn't try to hide her private parts; many photos openly displayed her pubic hair, and in some, you could even see the small mound below. But in none of the photos did she deliberately spread her legs to expose her vulva, nor did she use her hands to spread her vulva or buttocks—those clumsy attempts.

Some photos were of my mother's naked body from behind, highlighting the beautiful curves of her body, but my gaze lingered on her large buttocks. Her buttocks looked so white and round in the photos, and I couldn't resist kissing them a few times. I couldn't

hold back anymore. I didn't care about leaving any traces; I grabbed some toilet paper from the bedside table, quickly pulled down my pants, and masturbated while looking at my mother's nude photos. Oh… my mother in the photos was smiling generously at me; she clearly never imagined that one day the audience for these photos would be her son!

Oh, look, in this picture, Mom is lying on the bed, engrossed in reading, her round bottom arched, her legs sticking back, her feet stretched straight, her long, tender toes pointing upwards—I really want to lean in and suck them!

And in this one, Mom is lying on the bed, her arms supporting her body behind her, her breasts high and firm, her right leg straight, her left leg bent and slightly parted, revealing her pubic hair in full view, and even her two full labia majora. In the photo, Mom is playfully tilting her head and smiling at me, as if saying, "Baby, do you think Mommy's pubic hair is beautiful?"

"Oh…no, no, I'm coming…I'm coming, oh…Mommy, my dear Mommy…" I finally blurted out my true feelings.

What a fulfilling ejaculation, because I was accompanied by precious nude photos of Mommy. After ejaculating, I struggled to get up, resisting the urge to steal a few photos and take them with me, mainly because I was afraid that if I were discovered, everything would be over. I comforted myself, thinking that since I had the key, I could just leave it there for safekeeping. Reluctantly, I put the photo album back in its original place and locked the drawer.

After cleaning up the mess, I prepared to leave. The revealing lingerie, my mother's nude photos, and the dark room filled the space with an atmosphere of debauchery. I didn't dare linger in the room. I hurried downstairs to my rented room, 405, turned on my laptop, connected the equipment, and could clearly see most of room 505 on the computer screen—most importantly, the large bed.

Everything was ready; I was just waiting for the fish to bite.

This afternoon was truly a crazy afternoon. What would Saturday afternoon be like?

When I got home, my mother had already prepared dinner and asked where I had been, why I was so late.

I lied and said I had gone to a classmate's house, thinking I couldn't very well say that I had been masturbating while looking at my mother's nude photos that afternoon. My mother didn't ask any more questions and we started eating.

My mother had a bad habit: she wouldn't let me watch soap operas while eating. This reminded me of the two chairs facing the TV at the dining table in "The Golden House." Was Mom also watching TV while dining with that Long Qingshan?

My mind wandered, my gaze falling on Mom's full breasts. I smiled smugly to myself; I now knew the shape of Mom's breasts perfectly.

Mom didn't notice my peeping. She continued to frown and smile, following the plot of the TV drama. Sigh, how could this mindless soap opera be entertaining? I didn't understand.

That night, lying in bed, for the first time, my judgment began to waver. Was Mom really forced? Or was she having an affair? What about those photos of Mom from her university days? Did Mom know Long Qingshan back then? But didn't Dad also meet Mom in university? With many questions in my mind, I drifted off to sleep, but one thing grew stronger and stronger in my mind: no matter what, I had to touch Mom's large breasts with my own hands.

The next day was Thursday. I complained that I was bored staying at home alone and wanted to go to my mom's workplace to play. My mom reluctantly agreed.

Sitting in my mom's car, I insisted on learning to drive from her. My mom said, "Xiaojia, you're too young. You can't drive even if you learn."

I pouted and said, "Mom, F1 racing is all the rage in my class right now. All the other students have all the gear, but I don't even know how to press the accelerator or the brake. It's so embarrassing!"

My mom laughed and said, "Okay, then you can watch me drive. I'll be your commentator when I have time."

My mom thought I was just having fun, but little did she know that my real purpose was to see her beautiful feet in high heels.

Hehe, I could openly see my mom's sexy feet again! Today, my mom was wearing a pair of cream-colored high-heeled sandals, the kind with a thin strap that crossed the instep diagonally—very sexy sandals that made her already fair and slender feet even more graceful and charming.

My mother, unaware of my wicked thoughts, continued to explain with a smile: "Xiaojia, watch carefully. Press the clutch, release the handbrake, take your left foot off the clutch, and press the accelerator with your right foot."

My mother's feet moved freely on the accelerator and brake pedals, her toes sometimes tightening and sometimes relaxing, changing shapes—it was truly a beautiful sight.

I was engrossed in watching my mother's beautiful foot show, fantasizing about how wonderful it would be if the brake pedal were replaced by my little penis. Imagine her toes pressing down like that—oh, so beautiful… And her smooth, shiny insteps! If only I could lick them from bottom to top, tsk tsk…

Just as I was blissfully lost in thought, I suddenly heard my mother ask in surprise, "Xiaojia, what are you looking at? Why are you laughing so strangely?" "

Oh…" I snapped out of my reverie and quickly replied, "Mom, I'm watching your footwork."

"Hmm, you can't learn just by watching. For now, just grasp the basic concepts, and you can learn more seriously when you're older."

"Mom, I'm already grown up," I said discontentedly.

"Giggle…" My mother laughed happily, "Yes, our Xiaojia has grown up; she's almost as tall as me now."

Although I chatted and laughed with my mother the whole way, the shadow of Long Qingshan lingered in my mind.

When I arrived at my mother's workplace, as usual, those uncles and aunties gathered around, one patting my head, another patting my back, all exclaiming in amazement, "Xiao Jia has grown so tall!"

"Director Zhuo, I think Xiao Jia looks more like you."

"Yes, he'll definitely be a handsome young man when he grows up."

I'm tired of hearing these kinds of flattering words, but my mother loves hearing others praise her precious darling, so there's nothing I can do.

On Friday evening at dinner, my mother finally brought up the swimming competition on Saturday afternoon. She said, "Xiao Jia, Mom... Mom has a meeting at the bureau tomorrow afternoon, so I probably won't be able to watch your competition."

Seeing my mother's guilty look, my heart broke. Mom, it seems that in your heart, Long Qingshan is still more important than your son.

Although I knew perfectly well what was going on, I didn't expose my mother's lie. I pretended to be extremely disappointed, but actually, I didn't need to pretend much; it was true all along.

"No, no..." I whine and snuggle into my mother's arms, rubbing my head against her chest, taking advantage of her. I know that my mother, feeling guilty, won't push me away now. Oh, my mother's breasts are so bouncy. My head sinks in and is gently bounced back, so comfortable... This slightly eased my discomfort.

Finally, my mother promised to take me to the water park on Sunday, and I finally gave up.

Okay, everything depends on tomorrow afternoon. Is my mother willing or forced? I want to know, but I'm also afraid to know the result. Sigh, what a dilemma.

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