[Conquering the Beautiful Nurse Mom] (Chapter 18)

Author: Guardian of Darkness 　　Published:
April 10, 2016 Forum First Published 　　: Yes 　　Chapter 18 Amusement Park 　　The next day, I woke up quite early, just past six o'clock. The house was still quiet. 　　Could my parents still be sleeping? They should be up and preparing breakfast by now. 　　So I quickly checked the security camera in my parents' bedroom to find out. Soon, my mother appeared in the video 　　, still fast asleep. It seemed she had drunk so much yesterday that she was still asleep, I thought. 　　Suddenly, I noticed that the space beside my mother was empty. It seemed that my father, as I had predicted, 　　hadn't come home all night. This was good news for me. 　　After all, my father wouldn't know that my mother had drunk so much last night, and my mother wouldn't have to 　　make up lies to appease him. However, my biggest worry wasn't this, but rather that my father might discover something and 　　the two of them would argue, and then my mother might impulsively confront him, which would be very bad. 　　A short while later, I saw Mom stir, then struggle to open her eyes, 　　prop herself up on the bed, and finally sit up. She gently rubbed her temples; 　　apparently, the hangover from yesterday was still giving her a headache. 　　A moment later, her expression suddenly turned panicked. She realized she was lying in bed, 　　her coat and pants off, and covered with a blanket. She 　　had no recollection of how she got home or how she went to sleep yesterday. Who had done all this for her? She was filled with questions. But 　　she quickly forgot about that, realizing she had overslept. 　　She hurriedly got up, dressed, and left the room to frantically prepare breakfast. Seeing 　　this, I turned off the monitor, as there was nothing more to see. I idly whiled away the time in the room 　　, as it was clearly too early compared to my usual wake-up time 　　. As I spaced out, replaying everything from last night in my mind, I unconsciously felt my penis harden again 　　. 　　After all, last night felt like a dream, and the scene was so erotic. I wondered 　　how much Mom remembered. I hoped she hadn't completely forgotten. It seemed I needed to find some time to sound her 　　out and see how much she remembered. But even if she had forgotten, I wasn't afraid. I looked at my 　　phone and smiled. 　　It was almost time, and Mom hadn't called me yet. It seemed she hadn't prepared breakfast. Nevertheless, I 　　left my room. Mom, in the kitchen, noticed I was up and called out, 　　"Son, go wash up first. Breakfast will be ready soon." 　　"Okay—" 　　I said, then went to wash up. After finishing, I sat alone at the table, waiting for breakfast. A little while later, 　　Mom brought out breakfast, and the two of us began our breakfast. 　　I wonder how Mom is feeling right now. Although she was so sweet and alluring last night, 　　that was all just a performance in front of the fictional character I created. 　　It would never happen in front of me. Since Mom saw Dad like that last night, who knows if she'll take her anger out on 　　me again? I don't want to be the one to suffer again. 　　So I quietly ate my breakfast without saying a word. I still didn't dare to misbehave in front of Mom 　　. Not long after, Mom suddenly asked, 　　"Son, how did Mom get home last night?" 　　"Mom, have you forgotten? A strange older brother brought you home." 　　Hearing this, Mom's heart tightened. After all, she didn't want her 　　son to know these things. She pressed on anxiously. 　　"Did that older boy say anything to you?" 　　"He didn't say anything, just that Mom had drunk too much, so he brought you home." 　　"Oh, I see. When did that older boy leave?" 　　"He left right at the door." 　　"Then—" 　　Seeing Mom's hesitant expression, I knew what she wanted to ask, so before she 　　finished, I explained, 　　"I helped Mom back to her room." 　　"And her clothes and blankets too?" 　　"Yes, I helped Mom take off her clothes and covered her with the blankets because I was afraid she'd catch 　　a cold. Is there a problem?" 　　"Ah—no—no problem—" 　　Hearing my words, Mom clearly realized she almost let something slip, and quickly explained. Actually, 　　anyone could tell from Mom's expression and tone that something was wrong, especially if Dad 　　saw this. But thankfully, Mom seemed oblivious to my misunderstanding, and 　　a huge weight was lifted from her heart. However, Mom thought for a moment and realized that her son had 　　become so considerate, worrying about whether she would catch a cold and taking such good care of her. At that moment, Mom's 　　opinion of me changed again, though I obviously had no idea. 　　"I never expected my son to be so considerate, to know how to take care of his mother." 　　Hearing this, I couldn't help but smile innocently. My smile seemed to infect Mom, making her 　　smile in front of me, a rare occurrence. Seeing Mom's expression, I knew she was in a good mood, so I boldly 　　asked, 　　"Mom, why did you drink so much last night?" 　　"Ah—this—" 　　Mom was clearly surprised by my sudden question and stammered, unsure how to answer. Soon, 　　Mom thought of a reason and said, 　　"Last night, after I finished work, I went to dinner with some aunties from the hospital. We had a great time chatting, 　　so I drank a little too much." 　　"Oh, I see. Mom, you can't drink so much in the future, it's bad for your health."

Hearing what I said, for some reason, Mom felt a lump in her throat. She hadn't expected her once
carefree, irresponsible son, the one who had caused her so much trouble and whom she had even given up on, to change so
much. He had become so sensible without her even realizing it. It seemed she hadn't been communicating with her son enough, Mom
thought to herself, resolving to communicate with him more in the future.
"Thank you, son. Mom understands. Mom won't drink so much anymore."
"That's good. Mom, please take good care of yourself, otherwise I'll worry if you get sick."
My words felt strangely familiar to Mom, filling her heart with warmth. The meal
ended in a pleasant atmosphere between us. After finishing, I picked up my schoolbag and went to school. As I reached
the door, I heard Mom's voice coming from inside.
"Son, remember to come home early after school. Mom will make your favorite dish tonight."
"Okay—thank you, Mom—"
Walking to school, reflecting on this morning's events, I felt incredibly strange. I couldn't remember
the last time I'd had such a pleasant meal with Mom, nor could I recall the last time or when
Mom had been so warm towards me.
It seemed fate was still on my side. I hadn't expected yesterday's plan to bring such great benefits.
By a twist of fate, Mom's attitude towards me had changed so drastically. The more I thought about it, the happier I became, and I couldn't help but hum a little tune.
When I arrived at school and sat down, I suddenly remembered that I hadn't greeted Mom yet. Seeing how Mom
's attitude had changed so drastically this morning, I had completely forgotten the most important thing. I felt
a pang of regret. I quickly took out my phone and sent Mom a message.
"Honey, you drank so much last night, are you alright now? Are you resting at home today?"
I deliberately changed how I addressed Mom to test her reaction and see if she had forgotten
our agreement from last night. A short while later, I received a reply.
"I'm fine, just a bit of a headache when I woke up this morning, but I'm okay now, and I'm already at work
."
Seeing that my mother didn't object to me calling her "wife," it seemed she hadn't completely forgotten what happened last night.
However, judging from the fact that she didn't call me "husband," she had clearly regained her senses after waking up and instinctively felt that it
wasn't appropriate. But at this moment, I had to get my mother to call me that. After all, if too much time passed,
the results of last night might be lost. Of course, although I had the recording from last night, I didn't want to force
my mother to do anything, as saying such things might cause her some negative emotions.
"Oh, I see. Don't push yourself too hard. Your health is the most important thing. Don't overwork yourself." "
I know, don't worry, I'm fine."
"By the way, wife, you haven't confronted him yet, have you? You promised me last night."
At this moment, I reminded her of last night's events to see how much she remembered, making it easier to gradually
get her to agree to everything she promised last night.
"He didn't come home all night. I haven't seen him yet."
"Oh, I see. But when you do see him, you must restrain yourself and not let him find out anything."
"Don't worry, I know what to do. I'll definitely follow your advice from last night."
Seeing this, I knew that Mom hadn't completely forgotten what happened last night, but how much she remembered
was unknown, since she was unconscious at the end.
"That's good. My wife is the best."
A while after sending this message, I received a reply from Mom. It seemed that these words reminded her of
many things from last night; she probably struggled with them in her mind for a long time.
"By the way, thank you for taking me home last night."
Seeing Mom deliberately change the subject, I couldn't help but sneer. It seemed Mom remembered
some things from last night, but now she was trying to avoid it. I wouldn't let her off so easily.
"Oh, it's nothing. Besides, isn't this what I, as your husband, should do? If your son hadn't
been home last night, I probably could have stayed with you all night."
I kept referring to myself as her husband, trying to jolt her nerves and gradually help her accept
what had happened last night. Sure enough, after I sent this message, there was another silence on the other end. I didn't know
what my mother's expression was like at that moment, but I guessed she was very conflicted.
"Ugh, by the way, you didn't say anything to my son last night, did you? My son didn't find out anything, did he?"
"Don't worry, I just said you drank too much last night, nothing else."
"Oh, that's good."
Seeing this, I knew that my mother's heart was completely at ease. It seemed that my mother was still afraid that I would find out
something, because I had brought her too many surprises recently.
"What's wrong? Are you so worried your son will find out something?"
"Of course! If my son finds out, I really don't know what I'll do."
At this moment, Mom emphasized her fear of being discovered, but didn't mention anything about her. It seems Mom now genuinely
believes that since Dad has already wronged her, it doesn't matter whether he finds out about her own affairs
; at most, they'll have a falling out. But it's different with me. However, Mom's current emotions are still very
dangerous. I'm worried that Mom might impulsively blurt things out.
"By the way, honey, why didn't you call me 'husband' today?"
Seeing that the time was right, I finally dropped this bombshell. Sure enough, Mom fell silent again.
Although I now hold a very important place in Mom's heart, most of what I promised last night
was due to the alcohol and some due to being moved. After sobering up, she clearly felt
ashamed of her behavior yesterday, so she instinctively wanted to forget everything. However, she didn't expect me to seize
on this point and relentlessly press her for answers.
This put Mom in a bit of a dilemma; she felt embarrassed, but she didn't want to hurt me,
since she had made the promise herself last night.
"Ugh—"
After a long while, Mom finally sent this ambiguous reply. It seemed she still wanted to escape, so I
pressed on.
"Honey, what's wrong? You promised me last night."
"Darling, I drank too much yesterday, so—"
It seemed Mom really wanted to avoid the question.
"That's what you promised me, and everything I said last night was the truth."
This reminded Mom of my sweet words from last night, leaving her unsure how to
answer. Although it was so embarrassing, Mom clearly didn't want to hurt
the heart of a man who truly loved her, especially the man she deeply loved.
"Darling, I'm just a little overwhelmed right now. Can you give me some time to adjust?"
Seeing Mom's attitude soften, I knew I absolutely couldn't compromise now, or who knew
how long Mom would take to adjust.
"Then just call me 'honey' first."
Seeing me pressing her step by step, Mom had nowhere left to retreat.
"You naughty husband."
Finally, Mom gave in, calling out the name in her lucid state. Her defenses
were completely breached, and I felt a surge of excitement. However, whether Mom would keep her promise from last night to only call
me "husband" remained to be seen. After all, getting her to do that was already quite
difficult. I didn't know if I should push her too hard now, or it might backfire. As for whether her
vagina was only for me, I needed to find another time to confirm, but obviously not now
.
"Hehe, my wife is the best, give me a kiss."
"Mwah. You little rascal, are you satisfied now?"
"No, not little rascal, but your husband, you know?"
"Okay, okay, I can't do anything with you, good husband, are you satisfied now?"
"Hehe, that's right, wife, you should be careful at work, don't overwork yourself."
"I know, you should study hard too."
Sure enough, once I broke through my mother's defenses, things became much easier. Seeing my mother
call me "husband" so readily for the second time, I couldn't help but feel a surge of pride. Class time was almost over, and my
chat with my mother came to an end. However, even in this short time, I had achieved a great deal.
For the rest of the day, I focused on my studies. After all, to truly win over my mother, I
had to change my image in her mind, so the most direct way was to improve my grades. However, it was clear
that changing my mother's perception of me was not something that could be achieved overnight. Although I had
made some progress, it was still far from enough.
Seeing me now so attentively listening in class, the person who finds it hardest to adjust is my deskmate. Every
break, that kid would peek in and ask if I'd gone
somewhere I shouldn't have during summer vacation and gotten possessed by some evil spirit. Every time this happened, I'd beat him up, but people
are always so cheeky. Instead of making him angry, it seemed to reassure him, and he'd
mutter to himself, "Thank goodness I'm not completely possessed." I was both amused and exasperated.
However, through this period of hard work, I've discovered that I actually have a knack for learning.
Those formulas that used to seem like gibberish are now a piece of cake, which makes me quite proud. Looks like I'm
pretty smart after all, I thought to myself, feeling smug.
Soon it was time to go home. I remembered my mom telling me that she'd prepare a table full of my favorite
dishes. I couldn't wait to go home; after all, this kind of opportunity doesn't come around often. The school bell rang, and
before my best friend could even call me to go out and play, I had vanished from his sight, leaving him standing
there bewildered.
"What's wrong with that kid today? Is he in such a hurry to be reincarnated?"
my deskmate muttered to himself. But I was already rushing home
, so I naturally didn't hear what he said.
When I got home, I smelled a delicious aroma wafting from the kitchen. It seemed Mom had
taken the day off to prepare something nice for me, which made me feel incredibly flattered.
"Mom, I'm home."
"Ah—my good son, you're home so early today—you should rest a bit, dinner will be ready soon—"
Faced with Mom's sudden enthusiasm, I felt a little uncomfortable, and goosebumps
rose on my skin. It seemed I not only needed to change Mom's attitude towards me, but I also needed to get used to her changes.
"Oh, okay, I still have some homework to do, I'll try to finish it before dinner."
Hearing that I did my homework as soon as I got home, and not because she forced me, made my mother feel that
I had really changed, and she became more sensible. A relieved smile appeared on her face. However, she was in the kitchen at the moment, so
I naturally couldn't notice her change.
"Okay, then I'll call you when dinner is ready."
After returning to my room, I took out my homework and began to write furiously. After all, what I needed to do wasn't
just to put on a show for my mother, but to actually get good grades. Only good results are more convincing.
So, I worked hard on my homework, and time passed by. I didn't even
notice when my mother called me for dinner. At this moment, I had reached a state of complete absorption. I realized that studying wasn't a bad thing after all. This
was the first time I had truly started to study with my heart.
It wasn't until the door opened that I slowly raised my head and saw my mother standing in the doorway,
staring intently at me. After calling me a few times and not getting a response, Mom came into my room. I think her purpose
was to see if I was really studying diligently; otherwise, why wouldn't I hear her calling me for dinner?
Was I playing games or something?
What she saw stunned her. She stood there, unable to believe her eyes. Her
son, whom she remembered as a carefree and irresponsible boy, was now sitting at his desk, seriously doing his homework, so focused that he didn't even eat.
I'd completely forgotten about dinner. I saw Mom rub her eyes, probably checking if she was seeing things
. Seeing her movement, I knew what she was thinking and asked,
"What's wrong, Mom? Is something the matter?"
"Ah—"
Mom realized her lapse and hurriedly said,
"Dinner's ready, come and eat."
"Oh, it's so late already! By the way, is Dad back yet?"
Hearing me mention Dad made Mom's face show displeasure, but she still
spoke calmly.
"Your dad'll be back soon. Let's eat first, no need to wait for him."
"How can that be? I'll finish cooking in a little while. Mom, wait for Dad to come back, then we'll
eat together. We haven't eaten together in so long."
"Sigh—"
Mom sighed and closed the door. Although she still had a lot of complaints about Dad, she finally
felt that I had truly changed and become more sensible, knowing that the three of us should eat together as a family. It seems that in order to maintain
this family, and to prevent my son, who has just started to improve, from going astray again, I must be patient and
maintain the status quo with him, pretending that what I saw that night never happened.
After seeing my mother leave her room, I resumed my intensive writing. Of course, I had no idea what my mother was
thinking; if she did, I would have been even more overjoyed.
A short while later, my door opened again. I curiously looked up, and this time I saw
my father. I hadn't expected him to be back; I hadn't heard the door open at all. It seems he
was focused on his studies, something that would have been absolutely impossible for me before. My father smiled when he saw me look up
, and said with a smile...
"Son, your mom said you were waiting for me to come home so we could eat together?"
"Yes, Dad, you're finally back! My stomach was about to burst!"
Although I hadn't realized it while doing my homework, I could feel my stomach growling
loudly. Hearing me say this, Dad said apologetically,
"Oh dear, if you're hungry, why don't you two eat first?"
"It's been a long time since I've had dinner with Dad, and besides, Mom made a whole table of delicious
food today. It's better for the whole family to eat together. It's okay, I can hold it in."
I chuckled and scratched my head. Hearing my sensible answer, Dad felt incredibly
gratified.
"Alright, get ready, let's go out for dinner."
With that, Dad turned and left, and I put down my pen and followed him. When I entered the living room,
I found Mom already seated, and there was a table full of my favorite food. For
someone as hungry as me, the temptation was too great, and I couldn't help but swallow.
"Sit down and eat, Mom made this especially for you today, just to treat you,"
Dad said, smiling at me. I sat down and quickly ate a few bites; I was truly
starving. Seeing me wolfing down my food, Mom said,
"Eat slowly, don't choke."
"Yes, son, eat slowly, don't rush,"
Dad echoed.
"It's all your fault, coming home so late, look how hungry our son is,"
Dad said with an embarrassed smile, listening to Mom's scolding.
"I'm sorry, honey, I just had some work to do at the office."
"Hmph—"
Seeing Mom's angry expression, Dad instinctively assumed it was because he came home too late, completely unaware that
Mom actually had other grievances against him. Seeing the atmosphere about to become tense, I quickly tried to smooth things over.
"Okay, Dad, Mom, why don't you eat with us? Don't just watch me eat, Dad,
every dish Mom made today was delicious."
"Really? Then I'll try some too."
Saying this, she picked up a dish, took a bite, and immediately gave a thumbs up.
"My wife's cooking is truly amazing, it's so delicious!"
However, Mom clearly didn't appreciate Dad's praise and still looked indifferent. Dad
didn't have a better solution. After all, he'd been busy with work lately and had neglected his wife.
He thought to himself that he would definitely make time to spend with her after he finished this busy period. But Dad obviously didn't know that his
wife's heart was already occupied by another man.
So, although the atmosphere eased somewhat, it still wasn't exactly harmonious. Just as we were halfway through the meal,
Dad's phone suddenly rang. He picked it up, said a few words, and then looked at
us apologetically, saying,
"I'm sorry, something came up at work and I have to go over."
"Why would you need something so late at night?"
Mom complained as usual.
"Well, it was a sudden emergency, I can't help it."
"Couldn't you have finished eating before leaving?"
"I'm sorry, honey, I'll definitely spend more time with you after I'm done with this."
Mom didn't say anything more, but her expression wasn't good. Seeing this, Dad didn't have a better solution and turned
to me.
"Son, Dad has to go out because of work. You stay and enjoy your meal with Mom."
"Okay, Dad, be careful."
"I know, good son."
Dad patted my head, turned, and left, slamming the door shut. After Dad left,
Mom seemed to be in a better mood; I wondered if it was just my imagination.
"Son, this dish is specially made for you today, so you should eat more.
It's okay that your dad isn't here, it's just the two of us."
"Come on, Mom, you should eat more too, so you can stay healthy."
As I said this, I kept putting food into my mother's bowl.
"Okay, okay, Mom can do it herself, haha."
Seeing my mother's smiling face, I was overjoyed. It seemed her attitude towards me had truly
changed.
"Mom, you must be exhausted from cooking so much today. You must eat more!" "
Okay, I know, Mom will eat more. Besides, cooking these dishes isn't tiring at all. But why are you
so concerned about me today?"
"Didn't I care before?"
"What do you think?"
Seeing my mother's smiling face, I scratched my head sheepishly. Before, I was afraid of her and
would avoid her like the plague, so how could I care? Seeing my expression, my mother couldn't help but chuckle.
"By the way, Mom thinks you seem to like Dad more, don't you?"
I didn't know why my mother suddenly said that, but from her forlorn expression, I could tell that
she wasn't in a good mood when she said it.
"How could that be? Of course I like Mom more."
"Really?"
"Of course."
After asking several times, my mother was clearly much happier with my answer. I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
However, judging from how much my mother cared whether I liked her more, my position in her heart was beginning to
change. Before, she obviously wouldn't have cared who I liked more.
We ate dinner chatting and laughing. In my memory,
this scene had never happened before when my mother and I ate alone. I remembered that whenever we ate alone, my mother always
had a stern face.
We finished dinner in a pleasant and relaxed atmosphere. After finishing, I told my mother I was going back to my room to study
. Hearing this, my mother was clearly even happier. When I returned to my room, I heard
my mother humming a little tune as she cleared the table. It seemed she was in a really good mood. It could be said that
my mother's mood seemed to have improved after my father left, though I wondered if it was just my imagination.
However, through my observation, my mother never called him "husband" during the time my father was back, and only
occasionally called him by his name. Was my mother really keeping her promise to me from last night? The more I thought about it, the more excited I became
. Then I returned to my desk and began to study diligently.
I don't know how much time passed, but I felt so tired that I stood up and stretched. Suddenly, I realized it
was already past nine o'clock. I couldn't believe how many hours had gone by. I suddenly remembered I hadn't
called my mom yet, and I couldn't help but feel annoyed that I'd been so focused on studying. Today's call was
very important, so I quickly picked up my phone and dialed.
"Honey, why are you calling so late?"
My mom called me "honey" so readily, which made me very excited.
"Sorry, honey, I got so engrossed in my homework that I lost track of time. Did you keep me waiting?"
"Of course not. Your studies are more important right now." "
By the way, honey, are you sober yet?"
"Look at you, it's been a whole day, how could I still be drunk?"
"That's good. By the way, you worked all day, are you too tired?"
"Don't worry, I'm fine."
"Hehe, honey, look how many times I've called you 'honey,' why don't you call me 'husband'?"
"You're so annoying—"
A shy voice came from the phone, but it wasn't long before her voice came through
.
"Husband—husband—husband—are you satisfied now?"
Unexpectedly, Mom called him "husband" three times in a row. It seems Mom isn't averse to the title anymore. The
reason she didn't call him that immediately was probably because of her shyness. But as long as Mom gets used to it
, she'll naturally call him that in time.
I didn't know where Mom was calling me, so I curiously turned on the security camera.
Surprisingly, I couldn't find her at home. She shouldn't have gone out, since I
didn't hear the door open. Could she be on the balcony? I turned on the balcony camera, which I'd
installed just in case. Sure enough, Mom appeared on the balcony, leaning against it with
a happy expression on her face.
"By the way, honey, do you remember what you promised me last night?"
"Last night? What did I promise you?"
As expected, Mom pretended to have forgotten. I deliberately spoke in a hurried voice.
"Honey, you can't do this! You promised me you'd only call me 'husband,' and your
little hole would only let—"
I deliberately paused. Mom's face turned bright red. She clearly hadn't
expected me to be so direct. There was silence on the other end of the line.
"What's wrong, honey? What happened?"
"No, I was just thinking, did I say that?"
Seeing my mother deny it so readily, I didn't know what to do.
"Then, honey, did you call him 'husband' today?"
"Guess?"
"Definitely not."
"Oh? How can you be so sure?"
"A man's intuition."
"Pfft, a man's intuition, huh? What if I did?"
I knew my mother was deliberately teasing me.
"Then of course I'd be very sad, my wife didn't keep her promise."
Hearing a disappointed sound from the phone, my mother quickly said.
"Okay, okay, I didn't call him that today."
"Really?"
"Of course, why would I lie to you?"
"You're such a good wife, come here and let your husband kiss you, mwah—"
"You're so annoying—"
"By the way, honey, did you not call him 'husband' today because you're angry with him? Or because you wanted to keep your promise to me
?"
"What do you think it is?"
"It must be to keep your promise to me."
"Oh, so sure?"
"Of course, because my wife is the best to me, am I right?"
"Hmph—I'm not telling you—"
"Good wife, tell me quickly!"
I said coquettishly, leaving my mother a little helpless.
"Okay, it's to keep your promise, are you satisfied now?"
"Hehe, I knew my wife was the best to me. By the way, was the sex in the woods last night exciting?"
As I said this, my mother couldn't help but recall the situation last night. She had actually done such a lewd
thing last night, but thinking back, she did feel very comfortable.
"I'm not telling you, you bad boy—"
My mother's trembling voice told me that she was actually a little aroused at this moment. I wondered if her vagina
was wet, but I didn't want to ask such explicit questions now, lest my mother react negatively.
After all, my mother was conservative by nature, and today's teasing was already the limit for her.
"Oh, right, remember, you'll only make love with me from now on, okay?"
"Okay, okay, really, I don't know what you're thinking."
It seems Mom was worried I'd say something even more embarrassing, so she readily agreed. "By the way
, honey, are you free this Saturday?"
"What's up?"
"I want you to come with me to the amusement park."
"Amusement park? Isn't that a place for little kids?"
"I am a little kid."
Mom was speechless for a moment, after all, what I said was true.
"We'll see then, after all, I don't know if I'll be free now, and Saturday is still several days away."
"Oh, I see—"
I said in a disappointed voice, and Mom on the other end of the phone obviously noticed my disappointment and quickly
comforted me.
"Okay, don't be so discouraged. If I don't have anything particularly important to do, I'll definitely
go with you."
"Really?"
"Of course, don't worry about that."
"Yeah, my wife is the best. Call me 'husband'."
"You naughty husband—"
"Hehe, then I'll be waiting for your good news."
We then exchanged sweet nothings as usual, and after a long while, I hung up the phone. After hanging up
, a lewd smile crept across my face. An amusement park—that's a great place, a very exciting outdoor lovemaking
spot. If Mom agrees, I'll definitely make her submit obediently. I'll
strip away Mom's shame completely, bit by bit.
Over the next few days, I carefully observed my mother's every move at home. My father
wasn't home much either, and often he'd rush out after just one phone call.
My mother didn't seem to care much. Although my father probably thought she was doing this to support his
work, I knew the truth was quite different. Poor Dad was
completely absorbed in his work and hadn't even realized it. Thus, Dad
's position in my mother's heart gradually declined, practically plummeting.
In these past few days, my mother stopped calling Dad "husband," only occasionally calling him by his name.
Dad didn't seem to notice anything amiss. I don't know if he's just oblivious or what
, but I was actually quite happy about it. This meant that my mother still cared more about
the person I'd made up, didn't want to break her promise to me, and didn't want to see me sad.
My mother probably doesn't even realize that she's now deeply in love with me,
unable to extricate herself. I believe that if I suggested she divorce my father and truly serve me alone,
she would agree without hesitation. However, I certainly wouldn't do something so foolish. After all,
the more infatuated my mother is with the character I've created, the harder it is for the real me to replace her. What I ultimately want isn't
just for the fictional character to possess my mother's body, but for the real me to truly conquer her.
So, these past few days, I've become more sensible and caring towards my mother. And just like that, I've noticed
a 180-degree change in her attitude towards me. When she's with me, she no longer always wears a sour
face and a cold demeanor; instead, she greets me with a kind smile and caring words.
Once, when my father and I were being very affectionate, I noticed that my mother, standing some distance away,
looked rather strange, quite unhappy. Seeing this, I felt a surge of excitement. It seems my
position in my mother's heart is rising higher and higher.
I think it's probably because after Mom was completely disappointed in Dad, I've become her only
family member. So naturally, she doesn't want me to leave her like that. After all, I'm no longer the
son who disappointed her so much.
I wondered if my true self could also do some intimate things with Mom. Thinking about it, I couldn't help but feel
excited. It seems I need to find some time to try and see how Mom's attitude towards me is now, and
how she'll react to my affectionate actions. After all, this is crucial to my future plans.
That day, when I got home, I saw that Mom wasn't home yet. So I washed and prepared the vegetables for dinner in the kitchen and
set them aside. Then I went into my room to start doing my homework. I wondered
how Mom would react. As I did my homework, I imagined Mom's surprised and delighted expression when she found out I was helping.
Then, I noticed my bedroom door was open, and standing in the doorway was Mom. Her face
showed surprise. She asked, panting.
"Did you wash the vegetables in the kitchen for your son?"
Mom must have gotten home late from work today and rushed home, because her breathing was a little uneven.
She was probably worried her son might be hungry at home.
"Yes, what's wrong, Mom?"
I looked up, a puzzled expression on my face, and asked. When my affirmative answer came, the surprise and joy on my mother's face
was palpable; she even seemed on the verge of tears
. Clearly, she hadn't expected me to offer to prepare dinner for her. After calming herself slightly, she said,
"Ah—it's nothing—thank you, son—I had some work to do today, so I got home
a little late. I'll make dinner now, just wait a moment—"
"Oh, no need to rush, Mom. I'm not hungry. If you're too tired, just rest a bit. Dinner doesn't
need to be rushed."
"Son—"
Hearing my words, my mother suddenly choked up, unsure what to say. Her
eyes welled up with tears. After a short while,
she realized her lapse in composure, rubbed her eyes, and said with a smile.
"It's alright, Mom's not tired. Son, just wait a little while, dinner will be ready soon."
Saying this, probably afraid of losing her temper again, Mom quickly closed my bedroom door and went into the kitchen.
Watching Mom leave, I put down my pen, stood up, went to the window, looked
at the scenery outside, and a smile appeared on my lips. It seems Mom is gradually succumbing to my emotional onslaught
. I wonder when I'll be able to occupy the remaining space in Mom's heart. Then, my
fictional character and my real self will completely occupy her heart, and Dad will have no place
left.
Wouldn't that be fun? Thinking about it, I really wanted to laugh out loud, but I was worried Mom in the kitchen
might hear something amiss, so I refrained.
A little while later, I felt today was a good opportunity to test Mom. I opened my bedroom door and tiptoed
out. Seeing Mom still busy in the kitchen, I smiled again. Mom
was busy cooking and hadn't noticed me sneaking up on her.
Suddenly, I hugged her from behind.
"Ah—"
Startled, Mom dropped the vegetables she was holding into the sink. In the past, doing this
would have earned me a good scolding.
Mom calmed her still-pounding heart, turned around, and seeing my grinning face, she immediately
relaxed. Then she complained,
"You naughty son, you almost scared your mother to death!"
Although she said this, there was no anger on her face. At this moment, I finally realized that
my position in Mom's heart had changed. In that case, my efforts over the past few days had finally
paid off.
"I'm sorry, Mom, I startled you. I just finished my homework and wanted to help you with something. I
haven't hugged you like this in a long time, so I couldn't help
myself." Hearing that I wanted to help, the last bit of resentment in Mom's heart disappeared. Moreover,
listening to my words, Mom realized that she hadn't interacted with her son enough before, and couldn't help but sigh.
"What's wrong, Mom? Why are you sighing? I'm sorry, I won't do it again."
"No—no, son—Mom didn't mean to blame you—"
"Oh, that's good."
Saying that, I kissed Mom on the cheek. Mom obviously didn't expect my sudden attack, but
she didn't feel disgusted at all. Perhaps in Mom's mind, this was just her son's way of
showing affection to her, and she didn't associate it with the word "obscene" at all.
"Honestly, let go! How am I supposed to work if you're hugging me like that?"
Only then did I realize that my hands were tightly wrapped around my mother's waist. I quickly let go and
stood awkwardly to the side. My mother saw my expression and couldn't help but laugh, but she didn't say anything and
continued preparing dinner. I quickly helped her, and with my help, dinner
was ready quickly.
My mother and I sat down at the table. Seeing that my father hadn't returned yet, I asked,
"Mom, aren't we waiting for Dad to come home for dinner?"
Hearing me ask about my father, my mother seemed a little unhappy, but she still tried her best to maintain
a smile and said kindly,
"Dad has something to do tonight, so he won't be home for dinner. We'll eat by ourselves."
"Oh, I see—"
I said, picking up my chopsticks. Before I had even taken a few bites, I heard my mother ask again.
"What, do you enjoy eating with Dad so much? Does being with Mom make you so unhappy?"
"No way! Of course I prefer being with Mom, hehe." "
You smooth talker—"
Hearing my words, Mom's face lit up with a bright smile,
clearly pleased that I preferred being with her. During dinner, I kept telling Mom about
the interesting things that happened at school, and she listened with a smile, occasionally chiming in. The atmosphere was incredibly
warm, and before we knew it, dinner was over. This was one of the few times I felt
dinner went by too quickly.
Back in my room, I did some homework, then, as usual, called Mom, showering her
with sweet words. Of course, to avoid her hearing my real voice, I changed
it slightly. You could say I have a real talent for this. While imitating other people's voices
can't completely change me, I can easily make my mother unable to connect with her son.
This talent gives me hope of winning her over; after all, we've lived together for so
long, how could she not recognize my voice?
However, my mother obviously wouldn't know about this talent, since we've rarely communicated before, and I
naturally wouldn't reveal my secret to her.
During the phone call, I asked again about the weekend, but my mother cleverly avoided the question with various excuses.
In the past, she neither agreed nor refused, which made me anxious. Time was passing day by day,
and nothing was settled, leaving me speechless. However, it wasn't the final moment,
so I couldn't pressure my mother too much; I still had time.
Friday arrived quickly, and tomorrow was the day we had planned to go to the amusement park. Tonight, I
had to get my mother's approval no matter what. I had made careful preparations for the trip, and I
didn't want them to go to waste. That evening, I called my mother at the usual time.
"Hey, honey, how's tomorrow going?"
This time, as soon as my mother answered, I asked, my voice filled with anxiety. My mother
didn't expect me to bring this up so quickly and didn't know how to answer. Although she wasn't busy tomorrow,
her son would obviously be home. She really didn't want to make up any lies to deceive me, but she also didn't want to
miss her date with her lover, leaving her in a dilemma. Of course, I didn't know my mother's conflicted feelings. Seeing that she
didn't answer for a while, I continued.
"What's wrong, honey? Is tomorrow really not an option? Sigh?"
Hearing the disappointment in my voice, Mom finally made up her mind and said,
"No—"
"So, honey, you've agreed?"
"Yes—"
"That's great! I love you the most, honey. Come here, give me a kiss." " You're so
annoying, look how happy you are."
"Of course! I'll see you tomorrow, hehe." "
Really—"
"Honey, why don't I hear you call me 'husband'?"
"I just can't do anything with you, husband—"
Although Mom wouldn't call me that on her own initiative yet, she would call me that without hesitation after my pleading
, which was a big improvement for me. We continued chatting like this, and I
kept teasing Mom, making her blush from the other end of the phone. Mom was obviously
completely used to my teasing and no longer had the resistance she had at the beginning.
"Honey, then get some rest early tonight, you might be very tired tomorrow, right?"
At this moment, Mom obviously didn't realize that I meant she was very tired, she just thought that she would be
tired from playing.
"Okay, you should get some rest too, honey."
Hearing my mother call me "honey" made me very happy. We reluctantly hung up the phone
, and I went to bed early to rest. After all, I needed to be well-rested tonight so I
could better toy with her tomorrow.
I slept very soundly that night, only opening my eyes lazily when the alarm rang. I stretched, yawned, and
slowly got out of bed. I could already hear noises coming from outside the room
; my mother was probably busy.
I walked out of the room sleepily and saw my mother busy at work. She obviously
noticed me and stopped what she was doing, saying to me...
"Son, you're up."
"Yeah, Mom's been busy since early morning, don't overwork yourself."
For some reason, Mom trembled slightly when she heard my concerned words. She probably felt guilty thinking about how her
son was caring for her so much, while she was secretly meeting with another man behind his back.
Words seemed to catch in her throat, and it took a while before she finally
spoke.
"Okay, by the way, son, Mom has some work to do at the office and has to go out for a bit. I've
already prepared your meal; just heat it up."
For some reason, Mom's eyes flickered as she spoke, avoiding
eye contact. It seemed my recent psychological tactics weren't working. I looked around but didn't see Dad. He
probably left early for work, but of course, I wouldn't ask Mom such a stupid
question as where
he was. "Okay, I know. Mom, don't work too hard, take care of yourself."
Hearing this, Mom trembled again. I agreed and hurriedly
ran away. I guess Mom felt ashamed to face me and left to avoid losing her composure
. However, she clearly didn't realize that her son had seen everything.
After Mom left, I washed up, ate the breakfast she had prepared, and told her I was going back to my room to
review my lessons. I went into my room, leaving my conflicted mother alone.
A while later, I heard Mom's voice outside the room.
"Son, Mom's going out. Be good by yourself at home."
"Okay, Mom, come back early too."
"Okay—"
Then I heard Mom close the door. Seeing that she was gone, I quickly got ready
. Looking at my completely different self in the mirror, I nodded in satisfaction, left home, hailed a taxi, and
rushed to the amusement park.
After getting out of the car, I hadn't walked far when I saw Mom standing alone at the amusement park entrance. Today,
although she felt sorry for her son, she still dressed up carefully. After all
, the person she was meeting today was the man she loved most, and no matter how much she felt sorry for her son, she couldn't
disappoint her beloved.
My mother wore a floral t-shirt, a knee-length skirt, and black
stockings that tightly hugged her legs. High heels on her alluring feet perfectly
showcased her charm and elegance. Seeing this, I couldn't help but swallow hard, thinking that I was in for a treat today
.
I quickly walked forward, and my mother, noticing me, came towards me.
"I'm sorry to have kept you waiting,"
I quickly apologized as I approached her.
"It's alright, I just arrived a little while ago."
Seeing me panting, Mom spoke gently. I stepped forward and
whispered in her ear,
"Honey, you look absolutely stunning today. Look, all the men around are
drawn to your captivating figure."
Hearing me say such explicit things in public made Mom blush instantly
. She whispered
, "You little rascal, what are you saying? There are so many people around, aren't you afraid they'll hear?"
Saying this, Mom quickly glanced around, noticing a group of men giving her lecherous looks, and
hurriedly looked away. Meanwhile, I was smiling and watching Mom, seeing her bewildered
expression. Mom quickly noticed me and said, somewhat annoyed,
"Honestly, you just love seeing me make a fool of myself. How long are you going to stand here? Come inside!"
Mom clearly couldn't stand the stares any longer. After saying this, she turned and walked towards the amusement park without looking back,
and I quickly followed. Entering the amusement park, I was immediately struck by the sea of people around me. I thought to myself,
playing with Mom in such a crowded place would be incredibly exciting; I wondered what she would think
. A sense of anticipation crept in.
Mom, of course, had no idea what I was thinking. She just frowned, wondering
how we were going to play with so many people.
"Honey, how about we go on the roller coaster first?"
Just as Mom hesitated, she heard my voice. She didn't have any better ideas at the moment
, so she nodded in agreement. Before she could even react, I pulled her hand and led her towards the roller
coaster line. Now, in public, to avoid unnecessary trouble, I didn't call Mom " wife." After all, it wouldn't 　　be good for
a beautiful woman to be called "wife" by a boy who looked like a child. 　　Although I didn't really care, I didn't want my plan to get complicated. Better safe than 　　sorry, I kept telling myself. 　　We stood in line, and Mom looked up at the roller coaster, listening to the screams emanating from it 　　, which made her nervous. She also felt a surge of fear. Watching the 　　roller coaster rush by, she hesitated, unsure whether to go in or not, as she felt awkward about not riding. 　　After a while, we finally boarded the roller coaster. It had two seats per row, so naturally we 　　sat together. Once seated, I could clearly feel Mom becoming even more nervous. 　　I held her small hand and whispered, 　　"What's wrong?" 　　"Nothing, nothing—" 　　Mom said, trying to sound calm. Seeing her like that, I couldn't help but chuckle, while 　　my eyes greedily lingered on her body. Mom was already panicked and, of course, didn't notice my 　　lewd gaze constantly roaming over her. Soon, the ride slowly started, and Mom was extremely nervous; I could feel 　　cold sweat beading on 　　her palms . 　　As the ride slowly rose, Mom became increasingly nervous. She had her eyes tightly shut, 　　afraid to look down. Screams began to erupt all around, making 　　her even more anxious. 　　Finally, the ride reached its highest point, paused briefly, and then plunged downwards. The screams around us instantly 　　intensified, and after a short period of restraint, Mom finally screamed too. I looked at 　　Mom, pale-faced and with her mouth agape, with great interest 　　. 　　Then I slowly moved my hand to her skirt. Because we were restrained 　　by the safety harness, our movement was limited, so placing my hand under her crotch was my limit. 　　Mom, completely focused on the roller coaster, was oblivious to my actions. 　　Then I gently stroked her, feeling the material of her skirt and her body. 　　Actually, I really wanted to slip my hand inside her skirt, inside her panties, to feel if her vagina 　　would react in her extreme tension. Unfortunately, these were just thoughts. 　　Gradually, the car slowed down; I knew the roller coaster was almost at its destination, so I pulled my hand 　　back. Only then did my mother finally open her eyes, her face still showing shock. Seeing her expression 　　, I knew she hadn't known my hand was touching her, nor that I had just mentally 　　violated her. 　　After getting off the roller coaster and stepping onto the ground, my mother finally relaxed. However, 　　her face was still pale, and she walked unsteadily, so I quickly supported her. 　　"How was it? Was the roller coaster thrilling?" 　　Clearly, my mother didn't want to recall what had just happened and completely ignored me. Seeing this, I stopped 　　dwelling on the topic. 　　"How about we ride the Ferris wheel later?" 　　"Hmm?" 　　Seeing Mom's nervous expression, I knew what she was worried about, so I smiled and said. 　　"Don't worry, the Ferris wheel turns very slowly, but it won't scare you." 　　Hearing me say that, Mom obviously realized that her fear had been discovered, and she immediately 　　became embarrassed. However, hearing that the Ferris wheel turned very slowly, Mom's worries naturally disappeared, and she agreed 　　. I then took Mom's little hand and walked towards the Ferris wheel, a strange smile on my face. 　　I knew that the Ferris wheel takes an hour to complete one rotation, and in that hour, I had enough 　　time to get Mom to comply. I unconsciously licked my lips. We stood in line like this, and Mom 　　nervously looked at the huge Ferris wheel in front of her. Seeing it slowly turning, Mom finally relaxed. 　　After a while, it was finally our turn. I went up first, and Mom hesitated for a moment before following suit.

We followed her in, and then the Ferris wheel started moving, lifting us off the ground.
"Honey, you can see the whole amusement park from here, the view is amazing!"
Now that it was just the two of us, I shamelessly called my mother "wife" again. My mother
didn't object, but her gaze drifted into the distance, and indeed, as I said, the scenery
captivated her. We rose higher and higher, and I felt the time was right, so I got up and
sat down with my mother. She just glanced at me, offering no response.
Just as my mother was engrossed in admiring the scenery, she felt another pair of hands on her chest,
stroking it. This made her tense, and she hurriedly turned her head,
looking at me anxiously.
"You little rascal, what are you doing?"
she asked in a panicked voice, but she didn't remove my hands. It seemed her attachment to me had
reached an unprecedented level; in this situation, it would be a shame not to take her.
"What's wrong, honey? Is it uncomfortable with what I'm touching?"
"No—no—it's just—it's just—"
Seeing my mother stammering as she explained while looking at my hands, I couldn't help but laugh.
"Just what, honey?"
"This is an amusement park! What are you doing?"
"Don't worry, honey, no one will see us here. Look around."
As I said this, I pressed my face against hers and began to suck on her earlobe. She obeyed me, nervously
looking around. It seemed that, as I said, in this environment, no one would notice. She
felt a little more at ease, but this was still an amusement park, with so many people around,
and it was broad daylight. This still made her uneasy.
Just as my mother was about to explain again, she suddenly felt a pair of hot lips press against her small
mouth, and then a smooth tongue entered her mouth and began to suck on it. In this situation
, Mom couldn't make a sound. She didn't want to forcefully push me away; after all, this
man was far too important to her, and she didn't want to see him disappointed.
So she let me move around in her mouth, letting me suck on her tongue to my heart's content. However, I could
clearly feel that Mom wasn't letting go. After all, she wasn't as proactive as usual this time. "Since that's the case," I thought
, "I'll properly lure you in, Mom, so you can truly see your true colors and truly submit to me."
Thinking this, I slipped my hand under Mom's skirt, exploring little by little. At this moment, Mom finally
panicked. She tried to grab me, but I skillfully dodged.
My hand then slipped into Mom's panties. At that moment, I was thankful that Mom's skirt
wasn't too short today, so she wasn't wearing leggings; otherwise, I probably wouldn't have succeeded so easily.
I touched my mother's vulva and felt her tremble slightly. I realized that her
vulva was already wet, but she was resisting out of instinct. I knew
I had to break her down with words, so I stuck my tongue out of her mouth and teased her
vulva while whispering in her ear,
"Wife, look at you, your vulva is so wet. You clearly want it, right?"
"No—no—"
my mother answered nervously. She didn't know why she was wet at this time.
"Good wife, stop being stubborn. If you don't believe me, I'll ask your lower mouth and see if it's
more honest than you, hehe."
As I spoke, I inserted my fingers into my mother's vulva. My mother was already at her limit.
Under my caresses, she had already felt something, but because we were outside, she had been desperately trying to restrain herself
. However, as my fingers entered her vulva, it was like the last straw that broke the camel's back.
"Ah—"
Mom looked up and cried out loudly.
"How is it, wife? Feels good, right—"
"Please—don't do this to me here—let's go somewhere else—"
"What nonsense are you talking about, wife? You clearly like it here too. Look at your pussy, it's much more honest than you think
. Today it's more excited than ever."
Mom felt her juices flowing out of her pussy in gushes, unable to control herself, and
she was speechless for a moment. Then she closed her eyes resignedly. Seeing her like this, I
knew she had given in, but I wasn't going to let Mom off so easily. After all, today's training
was about to further shatter Mom's reserve, so this result was clearly far from enough.
I smiled slightly at my mother, whose eyes were tightly closed, and then used my other hand to lift her t-shirt. I discovered that she
was wearing a pink bra today, which, combined with her fair skin, created an indescribable beauty
. The bra was front-mounted, so I easily unhooked it, and her two
small, white breasts sprang out.
I knew my mother must have sensed everything, but her desire was completely aroused
, so she couldn't stop me. After playing with her breasts for a while, I opened my mouth and
took them in, sucking on them like a baby nursing,
teasing them with my tongue.
With each movement, I felt her juices flowing more and more, soaking the seat she was sitting on
. Her nipples were now erect, and seeing her struggling to keep her mouth tightly shut, looking uncomfortable, I
thought to myself, "Let's see how long you can hold out."
So he increased the speed of his finger thrusts, simultaneously stimulating his mother's G-spot,
while his sucking on her breasts gradually changed to gentle biting. Waves of pain accompanied
the pleasure in his mother's lower body, constantly stimulating her nerves and eroding her mental defenses.
"Ah—"
After a short while, a soft moan escaped from my mother's lips. Once her defenses were breached, she
could no longer control herself, and her moans grew louder and louder.
"How was it, wife? Was it good?"
I released my mother's breasts and asked triumphantly.
"So-so,"
my mother answered softly, her eyes still closed. I saw that my saliva was now covering my mother's breasts
, and they were red from my biting. I thought that her breasts
would definitely hurt for several days afterward. But I didn't care at the moment.
"Hehe, I told you my wife liked this. You wouldn't admit it at first."
As I said this, I used my fingers to dig hard at my mother's G-spot a few times. Sure enough, my touch made my mother
cry out loudly again.
"Ah—gently—don't keep touching there—it's too stimulating—"
"What, wife, you don't want me to touch that area?"
As I spoke, I deliberately stopped touching her. The sudden disappearance of the stimulation made my mother feel extremely uncomfortable,
as if thousands of ants were crawling all over her body. She struggled for a long time before finally pleading
, "Please—please—don't stop—"
"What don't stop?"
I pretended not to know, in order to further break my mother.
"It's—it's—"
That sentence was too difficult for my mother to say, because it was too embarrassing. However, at this moment, I
waited patiently for my mother. Seeing that I did not move for a long time, my mother finally broke down and said,
"Please—keep inserting it into me—"
"Hehe, is that so? But my good wife, you haven't called me husband yet today.
When you ask your husband to do things, shouldn't you—"
At this moment, my mother only wanted to get rid of this unbearably itchy feeling, so when she heard me say this, she
spoke before I could finish my sentence.
"Please, husband—I feel so uncomfortable—please, husband, make me feel good—"
Hearing this, I was very satisfied, so I stopped teasing my mother and continued to thrust my fingers in and out forcefully.
The unbearably itchy feeling disappeared instantly, and my mother couldn't help but let out moans of pleasure.
"How is it, wife, is it comfortable?"
I asked while thrusting my fingers in and out vigorously.
"Comfortable—husband—it feels so good—"
Once her psychological defenses were broken down, my mother's concerns were obviously much less. Hearing her answer, I knew that
I could give her more hints now.
"Hehe, my good wife, your husband chose a good spot, didn't he?"
"Yes—yes—it's so exciting—so comfortable—I feel like I'm going to heaven—husband—
"
With my continuous thrusting, my mother's vagina kept flowing out. With each rhythm of my fingers,
a large amount of vaginal fluid was brought out. The panties my mother was wearing were already soaked with her own vaginal fluid.
"Ah—husband, I'm going to come—ah—I can't take it anymore—my body feels so strange—I need to pee—
"
Hearing my mother say this, I knew that she was about to climax due to the constant stimulation of her G-spot,
so I thrust even harder.
"Ah—"
Just then, my mother's vagina contracted violently, and a large amount of vaginal fluid gushed out from deep within her body.
I quickly pulled up my mother's skirt; I didn't want it to get wet. My mother's entire
body began to tremble violently, and soon a puddle of vaginal fluid appeared on the floor.
After climaxing, my mother sat weakly on the seat, panting heavily. I took the opportunity to pull
off her panties. The panties were now completely wet and had
a strong, pungent smell. I used my mother's panties to wipe the vaginal fluid off the seat and put them
in my pocket. For the rest of the time, I planned to let my mother go naked; this was part of my training.
But the game on the Ferris wheel wasn't over yet; I still had plenty of time. I gently
patted my mother's cheek. She struggled to open her eyes.
"Wife, you've already had your fun, but your husband hasn't. That's not good,"
I said, looking at her weakly.
"Shouldn't you serve your husband and suck my cock?"
I said, walking to the side and pulling my penis out of my pants. Hearing this, my mother
struggled to sit up and got off the chair. She slowly knelt before me. She reached out her
small hands and gently grasped my penis.
Feeling her warm, soft hands, my penis involuntarily twitched. My mother blushed
, giving me a seductive look, then opened her mouth and took my penis in.
Then she began to vigorously stroke my penis. I felt my penis
growing bigger and bigger in my mother's mouth, and she was finding it increasingly difficult to suck on it. She didn't say anything, just focused on
sucking and holding my penis, occasionally licking the glans with the tip of her tongue. Waves of pleasure
almost made me lose control. I strongly calmed myself down; I didn't want to ejaculate like this. Finally,
the intense urge to ejaculate gradually subsided.
Looking at my mother beneath me, focused on serving me, I unconsciously brushed her long hair aside to
see her giving me a clearer view. My penis was constantly going in and
out of her mouth, and copious amounts of saliva were flowing from the corners of her mouth. She looked somewhat uncomfortable. But at that moment,
my penis seemed like the most delicious thing in the world, something she loved to eat.
Finally, after a while, I felt I was about to reach my limit.
"Honey, I'm going to cum, you have to catch it all, okay?"
"Ugh—"
I heard Mom mumble incoherently, as if she meant I was going to ejaculate into her mouth. I grabbed Mom's head...
I started thrusting wildly, and Mom let me keep moving in her mouth. I felt my penis
was almost touching Mom's throat, and Mom's face was getting worse, but she still tried her best
to hold on.
"Ah—"
Finally, I roared, and spurts of thick semen shot out, shooting directly into Mom's throat,
and Mom swallowed a large amount of semen. After ejaculating, I reluctantly pulled out my penis. Mom
was now squatting on the ground, coughing incessantly, but not a drop of semen came out of her mouth.
After Mom coughed for a while, I said again,
"Good wife, help your husband clean up."
Hearing me say this, Mom gave me a resentful look, as if to say that I didn't know how to be gentle with her
. But she still obediently crawled over to me, took my penis into her mouth, and carefully cleaned it
. In Mom's warm mouth, my penis, which had just ejaculated, reacted again.
My mother stared at me in astonishment, as if she couldn't believe that I could regain
such virility so quickly after just ejaculating. I pulled my penis out of her mouth and smiled at her, but her eyes
were fixed on my grotesque penis, as if she hadn't ejaculated at all.
I grinned and approached her step by step. Her heart pounded nervously.
Without saying a word, I reached for her clothes, intending to take them off. This time, she grabbed my
hand tightly, looking at me with a panicked expression.
"You little rascal, what are you doing?" she said.
"Good wife, of course I'm taking off your clothes, otherwise it wouldn't be good if I got them dirty,
right?"
My mother thought about it, and what I said made sense; it wouldn't be good for her to wear dirty clothes. At this
moment, she was clearly not thinking clearly. Seeing her release my grip, I quickly
removed her clothes, bra, and skirt. Looking at my mother, who was only wearing high heels, I couldn't help but feel excited
. After all, this was the first time I'd let her be completely naked in public. Although I'd done it with her outside before, it was
n't the same as this time; I hadn't taken off all her clothes. I stared at her naked body with lustful eyes
. My mother seemed a little embarrassed by my gaze and protested softly.
"What are you doing, staring at me like that?"
My mother's words immediately brought me to my senses. After all, I didn't have much time left, and I hadn't properly
enjoyed my mother's body yet. So I ordered my mother to press her face against the glass and climb onto the chair;
I was going to do it to her from behind. My mother obediently climbed onto the chair, her face pressed tightly against the glass, her vulva facing
me.
My mother could definitely see what was happening outside. I wondered what she was thinking, whether she found it
incredibly exciting. Of course, I had no idea, but I was certain that my mother was feeling extremely
ashamed.
Without further ado, I grabbed my penis and went to my mother's body. I rubbed it against her vagina a few times before
thrusting it in hard.
"Ah—"
With the insertion of my penis, I heard my mother groan loudly. I then began to perform vigorous thrusting
. At this moment, because my mother had just experienced an orgasm, her vagina was exceptionally sensitive, and
she immediately let out soft moans with each thrust.
"How is it, wife? Is my penis powerful?"
"Ah—powerful—so powerful—"
My mother said incoherently, completely immersed in sexual desire and unable to extricate herself
.
"Want to feel even better, honey?"
"Ah—yes—"
"Then why didn't you call me husband? That way, my enthusiasm won't be high, and I might
not be able to give you a more comfortable feeling."
"Ah—I'm sorry—husband—please—make your wife feel even better—"
Listening to my mother's pleas, I began to thrust more violently, feeling
an even stronger pleasure emanating from her vagina, which excited my mother even more.
"Ah—husband—you're so amazing—it feels so good when you're inside me—ah—"
At this moment, I forcefully lifted my mother's body, making her lie face down against the glass. Because my mother was now
only focused on pursuing the most primal pleasure, she cooperated perfectly with my movements. My mother's entire
face was pressed tightly against the glass, and her breasts were also pressed flat against it.
I forcefully swung my hips, slamming into my mother's body again and again, making her
tremble continuously, as if she couldn't bear my impact.
I saw Mom raise her hands, bracing them against the glass to better withstand my thrusts.
Looking at her like this, I realized she never dreamed she'd be so
manipulated by a child her own age on a Ferris wheel at an amusement park. She probably never imagined she'd
have such a lewd side.
Mom's face was pressed tightly against the glass, offering a clear view of the dense crowd below.
I wondered what she was thinking; did she also find this kind of sex incredibly stimulating?
"Wife, aren't you afraid someone will hear you screaming so loudly?"
I deliberately continued to provoke her. Hearing this, Mom clearly realized they
were in an amusement park and tried to quiet down. Seeing this, I increased
the force of my thrusts, like a pile driver, each stroke reaching deep into Mom's body.
Soon, Mom's previous restraint was in vain. Although she kept telling herself not to be so
loud, her body was too honest. Before long, her moans
grew louder again.
"Ah—husband, you're so amazing—why are you so amazing—ah—my body feels so strange
—why does it feel so good—"
My mother spoke incoherently, seemingly more sensitive than usual in this environment.
Could it be that my mother is that kind of woman at heart, the kind who becomes even more excited when discovered?
The more I thought about it, the more excited I became. Just as I was sketching my mother's wanton nature in my mind, I suddenly
felt her vagina begin to contract violently.
However, this time, I hadn't been inside her for long before she was about to climax again. A large amount of vaginal fluid
gushed from deep within her body, as if to confirm my guess. Sure enough, my mother reached
climax once more.
I felt that this time her climax lasted much shorter than before, and she seemed even
more excited than before. It seems my guess was correct. My mother might not even realize that she herself
is this kind of woman at heart. It seems that a woman's nature needs to be explored; you never know
what unknown things you might discover.
"Wife, why did you climax so quickly this time?"
"Ah—um—I—I don't know—"
Looking at Mom's limp body slumped against the glass, looking weak and powerless, it seemed she was really
exhausted this time. However, my penis was still deeply rooted in Mom's vagina, showing no
sign of ejaculating. Seeing that there wasn't much time left, I had to hurry.
So I ignored Mom and started thrusting violently, enjoying Mom's beautiful vagina. Although
Mom had given birth to me and I had fucked her so many times, her vagina showed no
signs of loosening, still tightly gripping my penis, making each thrust feel strangely comfortable.
"Ah—ah—"
Probably due to excessive physical exertion, Mom only let out soft moans with my thrusts,
completely different from before.
"Wife, how is it? Does your husband feel good?"
"Um—ah—"
Mom obviously didn't even have the strength to speak now, just moaning unconsciously. After
a series of rapid thrusts, I finally felt I was nearing my limit. Without further restraint, I
let out a low growl and ejaculated thick streams of semen.
The hot semen washed over my mother's uterus, making her body tense in pleasure. After ejaculating, I
pulled my penis out of her and released my grip. Without my support, my
mother, completely exhausted, slid off the seat. She half-knelt on the floor, her hands gripping the chair,
panting heavily.
I saw drool at the corner of her mouth, her eyes staring blankly at the ceiling. I smiled and knelt down,
gently stroking her hair as I asked,
"How was it, wife? How did it feel?"
It took my mother a long time to recover. She gave me a resentful look and whispered.
"You were trying to kill me just now—"
"Hehe, how could I? But honey, did you feel good just now?"
Mom nodded shyly, without saying a word.
"Alright, we don't have much time left, let's tidy up first."
"Huh?"
Mom looked up at me, puzzled, seemingly still not understanding what I meant. It seemed Mom
hadn't realized she was still in the Ferris wheel. I pointed out the window, and she
looked in the direction I was pointing.
"Ah—"
Mom suddenly screamed, frantically starting to put on her clothes. It seemed she had finally come to her senses
. After she finished dressing, she started looking for something.
"What's wrong? What are you looking for?"
"This—that—have you seen my underwear?"
Mom stammered.
"Ah—your underwear, it was all soaked with your juices, so I can't wear it."
"Ah—what am I going to do—"
Mom asked in a panic.
"Anyway, your skirt is quite long today, so no one will notice if you don't wear underwear."
"This—that—"
Seeing Mom's hesitation, I knew that since we were in an amusement park, with so many people and so much noise, asking her
to ride with me without underwear in front of so many people made her unsure of what to do
. Seeing her hesitation, I couldn't help but sneer inwardly, saying without showing any emotion,
"It's okay, honey. Would your husband lie to you? Hurry up, or we'll be
there soon."
Hearing my words, Mom seemed a little more at ease, but she obviously knew that she
didn't have much time left, so she stopped hesitating and hurriedly put her skirt on, put on her shoes, and then
straightened her clothes. After finding that everything was fine, she breathed a sigh of relief.
While Mom was cleaning up, I took out some tissues and started cleaning up the mess, wiping away the semen left on the chair
and the floor. After finishing all this, we successfully reached the ground.
I helped my mother out of the Ferris wheel and secretly peeked behind us. I noticed
a young couple sitting in our section. I wondered if they would notice the same thing inside, or if they would be
tempted by the lewd atmosphere. These were things I couldn't possibly predict.
I reached into my pocket and touched my mother's underwear—my first
"trophy" so far. Looking at my mother now, she had clearly forgotten about it.
We strolled through the amusement park. I noticed my mother nervously looking around, probably worried that others would notice
she wasn't wearing underwear. I pretended not to notice, still holding my mother's hand,
weaving through the crowd, looking for the next ride.
"Honey, you were so tired, let's go sit on that and rest."
Following my finger, my mother saw a carousel, but it was for children.
The thought of an adult riding this alone made Mom hesitant. I noticed her hesitation and
reassured her,
"It's okay, honey, we'll just rest up there. Nothing bad will happen."
Hearing my words, Mom seemed a little tempted. To be honest, the experience on the Ferris wheel and the subsequent
strolls around the amusement park had left her a bit tired. She probably thought I was being considerate
, and after a moment's hesitation, she gave up. Seeing her agreement, I secretly gave a barely
perceptible smile.
The queue wasn't too long, and it was soon our turn. I let Mom sit first,
while I sat in the back. This angle allowed me to observe her properly without her noticing.
Actually, the carousel wasn't completely flat; it had a slight curve. This meant that
when Mom sat down, these areas were in contact with her genitals. She wasn't wearing underwear, and having just experienced so many orgasms, her body was already more sensitive than usual. I wondered 　　how
she would react to this stimulation . 　　As I drifted into thought, the carousel we were riding began to spin. At first, Mom seemed perfectly 　　normal, making no unusual movements. But soon I noticed her behavior was becoming strange; her body 　　started to contort, and she appeared very restless. 　　I figured that with the carousel's constant movement, her vagina was being stimulated quite a bit, and it seemed she 　　was experiencing arousal again. I observed her closely, unaware that 　　a pair of burning eyes were watching her from behind. 　　Meanwhile, Mom clearly hadn't anticipated that the carousel seat was pressed tightly against her vagina. With each 　　rise and fall, she felt extremely uncomfortable. Trying to shift her position only made the seat rub against her vagina further, making 　　her feel as if something was leaking out again. 　　Seeing so many people around her chatting and laughing, Mom felt like she was sitting on pins and needles. The more uncomfortable she became, the more she wanted to move, 　　and the more she moved, the more uncomfortable she felt the friction on her vagina. For a moment, Mom didn't know what to do. 　　At this moment, Mom was on the verge of collapse. She didn't know what was wrong with her, why riding 　　this carousel would give her such intense pleasure. She couldn't help but think about my words. 　　Was she really the kind of woman who got more excited the more others might see her? Was she an extremely promiscuous woman? 　　The more Mom thought about it, the more frightened she became. 　　Finally, in utter discomfort, the carousel stopped. Mom felt like her legs 　　wouldn't obey her; she couldn't get off the carousel on her own. Seeing this, I rushed over 　　and finally managed to get her off. 　　While supporting Mom, I secretly glanced at where she had been sitting and noticed a faint puddle of 　　water. It seemed Mom had found it very exciting. I secretly rejoiced; it seemed my 　　plan had finally succeeded. However, to avoid arousing Mom's suspicion that I had deliberately orchestrated this, I 　　asked her with concern... 　　"What's wrong? Are you alright? You don't look too well." 　　"Ah—I'm fine, don't worry—" 　　Mom hurriedly said, trying to avoid making me think anything was amiss. Then I helped Mom up while 　　asking her how she was doing. At that moment, Mom's mind was a complete mess; she just smiled and kept responding 　　. 　　After walking for a while, I saw an empty seat and helped Mom sit down so she could rest. After all 　　, she must have been exhausted from all that "training" earlier, though she clearly didn't 　　realize she'd just been "trained." 　　After we sat down and talked for a while, I took out my phone, pretending to answer a call, and then 　　said apologetically to her. 　　"Sorry, honey, my mom just called and told me to come home." 　　"Oh, okay, then you should go home first." " 　　But are you alright? You look very tired." 　　"Really, I'm an adult, how could I have a problem? You should go quickly, don't let your mom worry 　　." 　　Hearing my mother's words, I said goodbye and took a taxi home. Once home 　　, I dropped all pretense and pulled out my spoils of the day— 　　my mother's panties soaked with her juices. I sniffed them hard, and a faint, pungent smell filled 　　my senses. I played with them for a while before carefully putting them away. 　　I waited a long time but my mother didn't come home, and I started to get anxious. I had expected 　　her to be home soon after I returned; could something have happened to her? However, it's more likely 　　that Mom wasn't feeling well at the time, and she deliberately waited until she recovered a bit before 　　coming back to avoid being discovered. 　　Just as I was lost in thought, I heard the door open. Thinking it must be Mom, I quickly 　　went out of the room and saw her standing in front of the door changing her shoes. 　　"Mom, you're back!" 　　Hearing my voice, Mom paused for a moment before slowly raising her head. Seeing my concerned face 　　, she seemed stunned. 　　"What's wrong, Mom?" 　　Seeing her hesitate, I asked again. Mom finally regained her composure and hurriedly said, 　　"Ah—Mom, it's nothing—" 　　"Oh, I see." 　　I said as I slowly walked towards Mom. Seeing me approach, Mom seemed very nervous 　　, probably because she was still naked and not wearing underwear. 　　After quickly changing her shoes, Mom came in. When I got to her side, I could still clearly smell 　　a fishy odor—the lingering scent from our crazy day at the amusement park. 　　"Mom, why do you smell strange?"

I asked this question deliberately. Sure enough, upon hearing my question, Mom became incredibly nervous, thinking, "Oh no,
my son has discovered something." Her mind raced, trying to figure out how to answer
without arousing suspicion. After a moment, she explained,
"It's probably just the smell I accidentally picked up at the hospital. I'm going to take a shower now, you
wait a moment."
"Oh, okay, then I'll go help you get ready."
"Ah—no need—you must be tired from studying all day, you should rest."
Mom, who should have been happy to hear I was going to help, didn't think so today, fearing
her son would suspect something.
"Okay, then Mom, don't overwork yourself."
"Okay—"
With that, Mom rushed back to her bedroom and soon went into the bathroom,
the sound of running water filling the air. I looked at the closed bathroom door, a strange smile on my face. Then I went to the door,
picked up the shoes Mom had worn that day, smiled, and went back to my room.
Not long after, Mom came out of the bathroom. I excused myself to use the restroom and went inside.
I rummaged through Mom's clothes and noticed faint stains on her dress and skirt.
It seemed Mom had been walking around in such clothes all day. I wondered how she felt. To avoid
arousing her suspicion, I put the clothes back.
When I came out of the bathroom, I saw Mom already busy in the kitchen.
"Mom, don't overwork yourself just now."
"It's okay, son. I feel much better after a shower. You go and rest, don't worry about me
."
I agreed and left the kitchen. Mom seemed relieved that I hadn't questioned why she smelled strange;
it seemed her son hadn't noticed.
While Mom was busy, Dad came home. Dad and I chatted and watched TV in the living room.
A little while later, Mom prepared a delicious meal and called Dad and me to eat.
We sat at the dining table, chatting and laughing, but I kept feeling that Mom was glancing at me furtively,
her eyes flickering. When I talked to her, her expression didn't seem entirely natural; though
subtle, I could see a hint of guilt in her eyes.
After dinner, I went back to my room. I didn't plan to call or
text Mom tonight; I wanted her to have some time to cool off and see her reaction tomorrow. Only after she'd calmed down
could I truly understand her state and know how well my "training" had gone.
It was late, and out of boredom, I checked the security camera footage of my parents' room.
The lights were already off. By the moonlight, I could see Dad was fast asleep,
while Mom lay on the bed, looking preoccupied, staring at the curtains, lost in thought.
Dad, sleeping beside Mom, probably never imagined that his wife was so troubled.
Seeing this, I couldn't help but close the video. It seemed tonight would be a sleepless night for Mom. I wondered
how she would fare after this night's internal struggle. I couldn't help but start looking forward to tomorrow. Holding
my phone, I smiled slightly. The answer would be revealed tomorrow. Mom, please don't disappoint me.
Then I lay down in bed, excitedly awaiting tomorrow's arrival.

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