Mother and son's affair

The story takes place ten years ago, in the summer. Our family of three had planned a three-day, two-night intellectual trip to Nantou, but fate had other plans. My father received a last-minute order to go on a business trip to Kaohsiung, and our two-week-long intellectual journey had to be canceled.
Seeing my sullen expression, my mother knew I was upset about the trip falling through. Actually, wasn't my naturally lively and outgoing mother also worried about this?
Suddenly, a naive thought flashed through my mind. Taking advantage of the opportunity to complain to my mother, I unexpectedly offered my idea:
"Mom, just because Dad can't come with us doesn't mean we can't go! Besides, we're adults. Even if we go away for two or three days, it's not a big deal. And... if I don't tell you, and you don't tell me, how will Dad know?" I
thought it was just a nonsensical argument, but I was surprised that my mother was so easily convinced. She probably had the same thought as me, but was just too embarrassed to say it out loud.
The next day, my mother and I packed our bags and set off for Nantou. We chatted and laughed all the way. This was the first time I had enjoyed such family time since starting junior high school. Looking back now, it seems that the decision to travel alone with my mother was the right one. If my father were with me, everything might have been a hindrance, but with my mother, I could be completely uninhibited. My mother is a very easygoing woman. I've always been very close to her since I was little. Firstly, we both have the same childlike temperament, so we have a strong mother-son bond. Secondly, since marrying my father, my mother has lived a monotonous domestic life, which is like heaven and hell compared to her wild youth. Having finally had a chance to be alone with my mother, she naturally wanted to indulge herself.
At noon the next day, we arrived at a ranch deep in the mountains of Nantou, but suddenly a torrential downpour began. My mother and I had to take shelter in the small wooden cabin we had rented beforehand, still hoping that the sky would clear up soon.
But the storm showed no signs of abating; in fact, the wind and rain intensified after nightfall. We learned from the radio that a typhoon was approaching Taiwan, a devastating blow to my mother and me who had planned to have a wonderful time.
"I'm sorry, it was all my fault for being so stubborn and insisting on coming. Now we're stuck in the mountains, unable to move. Dad will definitely punish me when he gets back,"
my mother said, gently pulling me into her arms to comfort me. "Actually, Mom was also at fault. If I hadn't wanted to come, you wouldn't have been able to come, right?"
We smiled at each other, sharing our deepest feelings without reservation, demonstrating our trust and reliance on one another. This undoubtedly made us believe that we were a mother and son that everyone admired.
As the night deepened and the storm intensified, the cabin offered shelter, but the howling wind was terrifying. To distract ourselves from the storm, I suggested we play on the double-person bridge to pass the time.
"Double bridge? I don't know how."
"It's very simple, let me teach you! This double bridge is also called the honeymoon bridge, it's the most suitable for newlyweds to use to pass the time during their second honeymoon..."
Before I could finish speaking, I noticed my mother's cheeks were flushed. She didn't understand what I meant at first, but I just taught her how to play Pai Gow step by step. My mother seemed to have an extraordinary talent for playing cards. She had already mastered the trick after only ten minutes of learning, and she won several games after playing a few rounds. Not wanting to admit defeat, I immediately challenged my mother.
"This is so much fun! Let's make a bet!"
"That would be perfect! I was worried you couldn't afford to lose! But what should we bet on in this desolate place?"
"So you're absolutely sure you'll win?"
My mother nodded confidently. "Absolutely! I'll bet on anything!"
"Anything?"
My mother said firmly. "I'll never go back on my word! Only a dog would lie."
Hearing my mother say that, my playful nature was rekindled, and I jokingly suggested to her, "Let's bet on our clothes! Whoever loses a round takes off a piece of clothing! Until we're naked."
I thought my mother would scold me for my joke, but to my surprise, she agreed immediately, as if I were the one who would be stripped naked. Just to prove her right, I decided to have a serious bet with my mother.
Strangely enough, from the very first round, I suffered a crushing defeat. My clothes were stripped off piece by piece by my mother. I, who was already wearing very few clothes, was reduced to just my underwear in less than half an hour, while my mother only lost her tank top and stockings.
Just as I was about to be stripped naked and utterly defeated, my mother looked at me with a smile and asked if I wanted to wager my last piece of underwear. I firmly said, "Who said I wasn't going to bet?! Going back on your word is for little dogs!"
So the game continued.
Perhaps it was a stroke of luck, but I finally won the next round. Seeing that my mother was only wearing a top, skirt, bra, and underwear, I knew that taking off any of these pieces would be incredibly embarrassing.
"How about we stop here?"
"No way! Do you want me to be a little dog? We have to play until the very last round!"
my mother said firmly, reaching inside her top and unhooking her bra, placing it on top of the pile of clothes we had taken off.
My mother's actions startled me. I thought she was just joking, but she was so serious. It seemed she wouldn't give up until I continued. I thought to myself, my body is something my mother has seen since I was little, so there's nothing shameful about being stripped naked. But what if I win? Wouldn't I be able to...?
Thinking of this, my face flushed red with embarrassment.
No, how could I have such filthy thoughts? She's my mother who gave me life and raised me! Fortunately, the light in the cabin was dim, and my mother couldn't see my blushing face. Otherwise, how could I explain this secret?
I looked up at my mother. She was seriously calculating the cards in her hand, showing no embarrassment at having taken off her bra. My gaze involuntarily drifted towards her chest.
Because of the intense heat, my mother was only wearing a thin silk blouse. Now, having removed her bra, even in the dim light, I could clearly see her firm breasts, especially her slightly protruding nipples, which were impossible to hide.
Although my mother was nearing forty, by most women's standards, she was remarkably well-preserved. If it weren't for the crow's feet around her eyes and the slightly wrinkled skin on her hands, it would be difficult for most people to guess her true age.
Although my mother wasn't conventionally beautiful, she possessed a figure that would outshine most women, so she was never shy about showing off her body. But as her son, I had always only seen her as my mother, never harboring any improper thoughts. Only now did I realize that my mother was more than just a mother; she was also a very beautiful and feminine woman.
My heart began to race, and my hands trembled slightly, but my mind remained clear. Yes, I must win. I must win every last bit of my mother's body. I must feast my eyes on her beautiful form. I must... I must... I must...
After a fierce struggle, I finally won another round. After hesitating for a moment, my mother straightened up slightly, then bent down and reached into her short skirt to take off her panties. Just as her panties were slowly pulled down from her legs, my penis, unable to withstand such intense stimulation, throbbed violently. Under extreme engorgement, the glans involuntarily peeked out from her panties, and coincidentally, my mother, who had just gotten up, saw it. She smiled, tossed her panties onto the table without saying a word, and sat down.
"Looks like I'll have to play this round seriously, or Mom's going to be exposed!"
I suppressed my impulse and surging thoughts, dealing the cards with trembling hands. When I saw the cards in my hand, I almost cried out in surprise. I had a long hand, and it seemed I was going to win this round. But did I really want to win? Did I really have the courage to watch my mother sit across from me with her upper body or bottom exposed?
My mother's panties, which she had just taken off, were laid out in front of me. Their sexy style and sheer fabric aroused endless fantasies and desires. With my eyes closed, I could faintly smell the pungent, fishy odor emanating from them…
“Mom, you should think about whether you should take off your top or your skirt first.”
“You're so confident, kid. I won't stand for it. If I lose, I'll strip naked right in front of you, no need for any pre- or post-pre-preparation.”
“You have to keep your word…”
“A cheater is a dog!”
Sure enough, in less than five minutes, I had won decisively. I stared at my mother's body with lustful eyes, watching how she would resolve this awkward situation.
My mother looked at herself awkwardly, as if pleading with me to take back my promise, but I was already burning with desire at the sight of her underwear. How could I give up so easily? I insisted that she take off her clothes. Knowing there was no way to deny it, she could only slowly reach out to unbutton her shirt...
The moment her two round breasts popped out from under her shirt, I couldn't help but exclaim, "Mom... your breasts... I mean, your nipples... no... I mean your chest... so beautiful... really so beautiful..."
Seeing my eagerness and my stammering incoherent words, my mother laughed happily.
"What's with all this talk about beauty? Mom's almost forty, and these breasts... they're starting to sag."
"No, not at all! They're beautiful! Mom's breasts are comparable to Amy Yip's."
Actually, my mother is quite ordinary-looking. If you praise her beauty, she won't be happy; she'll think you're provoking her. On the contrary, she's never shy about praising her figure, especially her 36-inch breasts—full, alluring, and very eye-catching. But as her son, this was the first time I'd ever praised my mother's breasts as attractive, and she seemed to enjoy it immensely.
"You little brat, you can't say anything decent! You never say anything serious. Did you learn that from your father?"
Although my mother scolded me, her face was full of joy, and her hands were busy untying the sash around her waist. At that moment, I knew that my mother no longer saw me as her son, but as a man—a man who appreciated her beauty. I know how monotonous and dull her life has been all these years at home, yet she's a woman who craves excitement. Could it be... could it be that what my mother is thinking now is the same as mine...?!
As my mother slowly took off her tight skirt and gently tossed it onto the table, her arms crossed tightly in front of her chest, and she didn't get up, even though I knew she was completely naked, I could only imagine her alluring lower body curves through the long table in front of me...
When my mother saw me staring at her in a daze, she blushed, cupping her breasts with one hand and busily gathering her clothes from the table with the other. Seeing that the opportunity was about to slip away, I quickly stopped her hand and grabbed it.
"What? You've already taken your clothes off, why won't you let your mother put them back on? Are you going to make me catch a cold?"
"No... I just think... since Mom's clothes are already off, why be stingy with letting her son take a look? Besides, Mom has such a great figure, it's such a waste to keep her all covered up every day. I really wish I could be a baby so I could take a bath with my mom who has such a great figure every day, and..."
I don't know where I got the courage, but I actually said so many indecent things to my mother. When I got excited, I almost blurted out "sleep together." But to my surprise, my mother laughed out loud after hearing this. She wasn't angry at all. Instead, she stood up, but her other hand covered her genitals.
"You little pervert! Look all you want! If your father finds out, he'll kill us both."
I scrutinized every inch of my mother's skin from head to toe. She seemed a little embarrassed by my gaze, but she couldn't bear to spoil my fun. She stood there motionless like a wooden doll, her eyes fixed on the window, unwilling to meet my gaze. But I knew she was overjoyed. How many people get the chance to stand naked in front of others for their amusement, let alone their own son? The thrill she felt was hundreds of times better than riding a roller coaster.
Meanwhile, I couldn't resist my impulse any longer and pulled out my penis to masturbate. Even though my mother was standing right in front of me, I was already reckless. My eyes were fixed on the pubic hair between her legs that she couldn't cover with one hand, and I wanted nothing more than to pull her hands away and rape her.
When my mother heard me fall silent, she curiously peeked at me out of the corner of her eye.
She was shocked to see me boldly taking out my penis to masturbate, and panicked, she turned and ran towards the bathroom. Realizing the trouble I had caused, and seeing my mother's panicked state, I thought she probably didn't share my sordid thoughts. But since the mistake had already been made, I had no choice but to bite the bullet and apologize to her.
I knocked on the bathroom door for a long time, but my mother didn't utter a sound. Her anger was obvious. Disappointed, I returned to the table. Seeing my mother's sexy panties still lying there quietly, I unconsciously hid them away.
During this trip, my mother and I had slept in the same bed. Now that this had happened, I figured she wouldn't want to sleep with me anymore. I grabbed my blanket and pillow, used the sofa in the living room as my bed, and fell asleep first. Before drifting off, I couldn't help but sniff my mother's panties before finally falling into a deep sleep…
The deeper the night, the stronger the storm. I don't know how long I slept, but suddenly I was gently shaken awake. I opened my eyes and saw no one but my mother.
"Mom... I'm so sorry about what happened just now..."
"Don't say anything. It's windy and rainy outside, and the weather is getting colder. Go to bed and sleep so you don't catch a cold."
"No, no, unless Mom forgives me first."
My mother suddenly fell silent, looking out the window. After a long while, she said softly, "Actually, I've known how to play the Honeymoon Bridge game for over ten years, and I'm quite good at it. I beat you all the way; don't you think I'm surprised?"
"But you clearly lost completely in the end, so..."
My mother turned to look at me, a strange smile playing on her lips. In that instant, I understood everything, but... was I dreaming?
My mother was squatting in front of the sofa, her long, slender legs peeking out from under her pajamas. I boldly reached out to touch her thighs, but she didn't react at all. I became even bolder and reached down her thighs into her pajamas until I touched her genitals. To my surprise, I found that she wasn't wearing any underwear!
"You little brat, you dare steal your mother's underwear? That's her most cherished pair! Your father bought it when he went to France... Oh... you impatient brat..."
Before my mother could finish explaining where the underwear came from, I pounced on her like a tiger, pinning her to the floor and forcefully kissing her. My mother didn't resist, just lay there letting me freely caress her body. Only then did I realize that my mother was wearing nothing but that thin nightgown. After a frenzied kiss, my mother's neck was covered in bruises from my rough biting, but she seemed to enjoy it. Only when I couldn't hold back any longer and wanted to penetrate her did my mother ask to go to the big bed.
By then, my mother and I were already completely naked. As soon as we got on the bed, I couldn't wait to spread my mother's legs and thrust into her. My mother gently held me and whispered in my ear, "Don't rush, tonight... there's still plenty of time...
"
As dawn broke and the wind and rain subsided, sunlight streamed obliquely into the room through the window. I was startled awake by the blinding sunlight. While still wondering if the passionate night had just been a dream, I was shocked to find my mother sleeping soundly, naked, nestled against my chest. This confirmed that it was all real, not a fantasy. Recalling the night before, under my mother's gentle guidance, I realized that we had made love four times in a row, until my penis could no longer get erect due to repeated ejaculation, and I finally fell asleep with a lingering sense of satisfaction.
Looking at my mother sleeping soundly on the table, I felt a mix of anxiety and resentment. But what's done is done, and I could only continue down this path. Facing the mother who gave me life and raised me, now the object of my incestuous relationship, I felt uneasy and guilty towards my father. But after carefully examining my mother's alluring sleeping posture, desire immediately overwhelmed my conscience and reason. Before my mother even woke up, we began our first act of the morning...
From then on, my mother and I lived a life similar to that of husband and wife, deriving full sexual satisfaction from each other. The only obstacle was my father. Fortunately, his frequent business trips created many opportunities for my mother and me to be intimate. This incestuous relationship between my mother and me lasted for ten years until I got married. Now my child is over a year old, and my mother occasionally sneaks over to be intimate with me under the pretext of seeing her grandson. Not only does my father not suspect anything, but my wife also welcomes it. However, my mother is getting older and can no longer have the frenzy of four times a night like she used to. Sometimes, she can only use oral sex to satisfy herself.
This summer, I specially arranged a family trip to the mountains of Nantou, mainly to reminisce with my mother about the little cabin and the stormy night that brought us together.
In the afternoon, my mother used the excuse of needing me to accompany her for a walk to send my wife and father away, and the two of us went into the woods.
Suddenly, I had many questions I wanted to ask my mother, and just as I was about to speak, she spoke first of all the doubts that had been lingering in my heart for many years.
"Actually, ten years ago, the moment you suggested playing the honeymoon bridge, I had the thought of...becoming intimate with you. But how could a mother bring it up? Who knew you, you lecherous devil, wouldn't even spare your own mother, scheming to take advantage of me, playing those striptease games. I had to pretend I deliberately lost to you and had to take off my clothes, otherwise how would you have had the chance to make your move on me?"
"If that's the case, why did you hide in the bathroom when you saw me masturbating?"
"Actually, I hesitated. First, I was afraid of betraying your father, and second, I was afraid you would blame me for putting you on the charge of incest."
"And then you changed your mind?"
My mother laughed and slapped me, saying, "Wasn't it because you stole my most beloved pair of panties!"

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