Son inherited

"Mom... ah... Mom... I love you, Mom... It feels so good..."
In the middle of the night, I groaned silently under the covers, my right hand rapidly stroking my newly developing penis. Ever since my first time at twelve, I've almost always needed this to ejaculate.
Even now, at fifteen, I can only get aroused by fantasizing about my mother's mature body... I know I have this perverse Oedipus complex, but... I just can't bear to see my noble and beautiful mother interact with anyone other than me, even just a greeting... It drives me to madness with hatred. This inexplicable and terrifying possessiveness helped me through my painful and abnormal developmental period, but I'm powerless to stop it...
In short, although it's disgusting, it only exists in my private fantasies. Anyway, no one will know how much I wish my mother belonged only to me.
"Ah... ah..."
Thick semen shot straight onto the sheets. I threw off the heavy blankets to catch my breath, but deep down I felt empty... Right now, is Mom sleeping in the next room, lost in Dad's arms?
"You vile woman...you don't understand your son's pain at all!"
I cursed, but my mind conjured up my mother's womanly body, and my brief anger twisted into a bewitching love. But it was just a hallucination; I had never seen my mother naked. A thought flashed through my mind, and I was consumed by jealousy.
"If only Dad weren't here, then Mom would belong to me alone."
I never truly loved my father because he had taken my beloved mother. A useless man like him, a civil servant his whole life, neither high nor low, just waiting for his pension, with no ambition whatsoever, causing my mother so much suffering...
"Only I can give Mom happiness..."
That night, I stroked my penis, listening to the hypnotic heavy breathing from next door. Images of porn actresses seduce and act lewdly floated into my mind, and I tried to superimpose my mother's image onto her, satisfying the perverted son's most selfish lust, constantly muttering, "Fuck me...Mom, fuck me..." until my thick semen surged again, and I was exhausted, slowly falling asleep again on such a night.
On Saturday afternoon, there were no club activities at school. I walked alone into the bustling city center, carrying my schoolbag. Groups of men and women brushed past me, and as I wandered around, I suddenly didn't know where to go next. Just as I was feeling a little lost, the thought of going home came to mind
. But then, a comic book store in an alley next to the city center gave me a different idea: "Since I'm all alone at home anyway, I might as well read some comics to kill time."
Having made up my mind, I pushed open the glass door of the comic book store and went inside. The wind chimes on the top of the door jingled, and then an unbearable musty smell of books hit me.
The lighting inside was dim and yellowish. Several people who looked young were scattered in various corners, seemingly unaware that someone had come in. A middle-aged man who seemed to be the owner sat at the counter, holding a newspaper open in his hand. He had a goatee on his chin and looked up at me with an indifferent expression:
"Reading?"
I nodded. "Do you have any new books?"
The owner still had an outsider's face: "Are you an adult?
Why are you asking this if I'm reading comic books?" Without thinking, I shook my head.
The shopkeeper casually pointed to another corner, then went back to reading his newspaper, seemingly unconcerned. I couldn't help but think, "What a strange shopkeeper." I walked in the direction he pointed. After
turning two corners, I came to a tall bookshelf. Next to it, a group of students around my age were huddled at a row of wooden tables. Some were wearing high school khaki uniforms, while the others were probably middle school students. However, they didn't even glance at me, continuing to intently read.
I looked away and examined the books on the shelf, and was shocked to find that they were all titles with obscene and explicit language, such as "Lewd Teacher," "Mother Without Underwear," "Degenerate Mother and Son," "Incest Paradise," and "Dad's Crotch."
My heart skipped a beat, and then I finally understood why the boss had asked about my age – this corner was for "minors" to read…
My gaze drifted to the comic books in other people's hands, and I noticed a boy squatting in another corner, his face flushed, eyes glued to the book, while simultaneously stroking his erect penis…
Just as I was stunned and unsure how to react, I realized a high school student was looking up at me, which made me so embarrassed that I turned my gaze back to the bookshelves overflowing with books.
I had to find a book like them…
So I randomly picked up a book called "The Source of Maternal Eroticism," its back black with yellow lettering. The cover depicted a long-haired woman ambiguously lifting her long skirt, with a boy standing in front of her, his hand buried in her genitals, the lines vividly drawn. I froze again; I had never seen such an explicit depiction of sex in a comic before. My mind went blank for a moment, and a burning sensation inside me made my mouth dry.
I hurriedly went to the counter to pay. The owner said indifferently, "First time here?"
"Yes!" I felt a chill run down my spine.
He glanced at me: "Pay after you've finished reading."
I went back to the "minor section," found a seat, and scanned everyone in the area again before opening the book. Seeing that they still didn't react, I cautiously turned to the first page.
The comic book depicted a still-attractive middle-aged woman who worked as a teacher in a certain country. Although she appeared noble and virtuous on the outside, she was extremely promiscuous on the inside. After her husband discovered her true nature, he left her in disappointment. Without the sexual pleasure of her husband, she gradually turned her attention to her own son, seducing her own flesh and blood until they had an illicit affair...
After reading the book, I felt a sense of exhilarating enlightenment. I suddenly realized something... If I could make Dad disappear, Mom would always be mine.
But... how?
Once I thought about it, my heart sank. It was a plan that was hard to achieve... No... I didn't have any plan at all...
"Damn it!" I angrily threw the book on the ground with a "thud!" The sound echoed loudly in the quiet shop, and everyone looked at me in confusion...
Suddenly someone patted my shoulder. I turned around and saw the boss... Oh no! I've messed up!
"I can understand why you're angry..."
He... He knows?
Son's Heredity (2)
It turned out that behind the counter there was a room about the size of a storage room. In it, besides a pile of books, there was an old wooden box and a few small stools. The boss sat on a low stool and took a deep drag on his cigarette, and his cheeks immediately became sunken and deformed.
Then he slowly exhaled the smoke: "I have many customers like you here."
"Me?"
He squinted at the rising smoke: "Actually, I know even if you don't say it. You must have a very beautiful mother, and someone that people want to possess."
Hearing him say my deepest secret in such an indifferent way, I felt a chill down my spine... Who exactly is this boss? And then there's this comic book store that specializes in pornographic books… I nervously glanced around again. If he wanted to imprison me, I should be able to see handcuffs or something. Finally, I looked at the wooden box… It must all be in there!
“Your mother’s body is causing you a lot of trouble, isn’t it?”
I shifted my gaze away from the wooden box, and he seemed to notice. “You look very nervous. Let me show you a few things.”
Surprisingly, the wooden box wasn’t locked. He took out a bulging brown paper bag from inside and carefully blew away the dust.
“This is my treasure!”
He said, handing it to me. I hesitated, unsure whether to take it.
"Here you go! You'll like it, and I believe you need this kind of treasure too."
I took the brown paper bag, the seal repeatedly taped tightly shut. I could imagine how important the "treasure" inside was.
"Open it when you get home! I believe we'll meet again."
"What's inside?" Sitting on the bus on my way home, I couldn't help but look anxiously at the yellowed paper bag. The shopkeeper's cryptic words, "You'll like it, and I believe you need this kind of treasure too..." filled me with an unprecedented sense of urgency.
Back home, I couldn't wait to open the package as soon as I entered my room. After calming down a bit, I poured out the mysterious treasure...
"A book... glasses...?"
What kind of "treasure" is this? Was it the shopkeeper's prank?
I picked up the book and examined it... It didn't look like a typical book. Dark blue cover, no publisher's name, no author, only the words "Son's Genetics" on the cover. Opening the pages, there wasn't even an index...
"What's going on?" I felt like I'd been tricked. My initial excitement plummeted. I was so naive; I'd never met the shop owner before… “What kind of treasure is this!” The glasses were just ordinary non-prescription glasses, bronze frames, no brand name. They fit me well, though a bit old-fashioned.
“Why would I like or need something like this? That old devil is clearly messing with me!” I stood in front of the mirror, put on the glasses, and strained my eyes, muttering to myself… That damn old devil! This kind of treasure wouldn't even be worth a drop in the trash. He gave it away as a gift and made me so happy for nothing. I'll throw it away for you… Wait… what…
something strange is happening! I'm definitely wearing clothes… but I'm completely naked in the mirror! I looked down at my arms and legs… nothing… nothing…
“What’s going on? What kind of magic did that old devil use…? Everything was fine just now… just now…”
I looked up sharply at the mirror… and suddenly realized: “It’s the glasses… the glasses are the culprit!” So I took off the glasses, and everything returned to normal.
Could these glasses have “X-ray lenses”? …Unbelievable! This…this is a treasure!
“Fantastic! With this…no matter what Mom wears, it’s like she’s naked to me…then I can…no! I’ve wanted to do this for so long, I can finally…”
I realized my voice was trembling; this was so exciting!
And what about the book? I picked it up from the side, just as I was about to uncover its secrets…
“Did you just get back?” Mom was already standing in the doorway.
I frantically hid the book behind my back…if she found out, everything would be over!
Mom stared at me, my heart pounding…
“Why didn’t you respond after I called you for so long…wait! Where did you get those glasses?”
Oh no! I forgot I was wearing my glasses…
“Uh…uh…I borrowed them from a classmate…tomorrow…” At this moment, my mother was completely naked…
“Why is a little kid like you wearing glasses…have you eaten?”
For the first time, I saw my mother’s naked body so clearly. Her breasts, encased in her bra, looked round and full, her areolas brown, and her pubic hair thick and abundant…I felt my penis already erect in my pants…
“What are you thinking about? Why aren’t you answering my questions? Are you feeling unwell?” My mother looked at me suspiciously, then came over and touched my forehead. Her firm breasts were so close to me that it was suffocating; I felt like I was about to faint.
“No fever!”
“I’m not…I’m fine…” My mother exuded a faint fragrance, but my gaze remained fixed on her chest. It was as if it had a magnetic attraction that I couldn’t look away from. In the arms of the woman I loved most, I had a visual experience I had never had before.
"That's good. Dad will be home a little late tonight. It's almost Chinese New Year, and business at the company is quite busy. He might not be home until before the New Year...sigh..." Mom sighed helplessly, but I didn't see it that way...
"It's okay, I can stay with Mom!"
Mom smiled faintly, as if I could prove how easily "Dad" could be replaced. This was something I had always hoped for, and now, it was a good opportunity!
"Okay! You have to keep your word!"
"Yes!"
This was my war with Dad, and the prize was Mom. If I took Dad's woman, he would still have to work to support us... How interesting, the fate of a tragic man is destined to lose everything... Thinking of this, I couldn't help but hug Mom tightly, pretending to gently touch her soft breasts:
"Mom, do you love me more or Dad more?"
Mom paused for a moment: "What kind of question is that? Of course I love them both!"
"What if I had to choose one?" For a woman like Mom, a child's tantrums were a powerful weapon.
Mom thought for a moment, then looked at her son snuggling in her arms: "Hmm...if I had to choose one, it would be you!" I won! Sometimes, the child's victory over a middle-aged man is overwhelming. My mother naturally responded with a fake smile.
"I don't know what you're thinking. I'll go prepare something and we'll eat soon!" My mother patted my head and then left the room.
Of course, I was thinking about your body... no... of course, about everything about my mother. All of this will be my reward.
Son's genetics (3)
While my mother was busy in the kitchen, my burning eyes were fixed on her buttocks. Her round and plump buttocks, with dark and shiny pubic hair growing on her mons pubis, she was tending to the stove while placing pork belly on the cutting board to cook. Her legs opened and closed intermittently, and her alluring mounds deformed with the movement of the muscles at the base of her thighs. I got hard...
I stroked my swollen genitals through my pants: "Ah... I really want to put you in there sooner..."
Facing my mother's naked body, the innate sexual impulse of a man made me feel extremely painful... Before I lost my mind, I returned to the room in a disheveled state and quickly unzipped my pants... I needed to calm myself down.
" Ah
... Then a few words caught my eye: 'If you want to put your thoughts into action, if you want to taste your mother's delicious flesh, if you want your mother to belong entirely to you, I will tell you a secret method. However, this method, if successful, may cause you to lose everything you currently possess, and even change your original personality…' Lose everything…? I have nothing but my mother, and I don't want any of that… I continued reading: 'But this doesn't apply to anyone… unless…'

"You have the heart of a devil!" I almost cried out in shock. What did this mean? "Here's a method. If you don't have the heart of a devil, you can choose to give up immediately. Those who choose to try, remember to be prepared, because only a devil can continue and enjoy the fruits of success."
The only method… I think it's a gamble… but my prize is my mother… I took a deep breath, my mind filled again with her mature and alluring crotch… Perhaps I am the devil. How could a normal person crave their mother's body? I decided to try!
"First, save your hot semen, then mix it with the food your mother needs to eat daily, and give it to her daily. Once she's used to eating your semen, she can no longer eat anything other than food mixed with your semen. Remember! It must be fresh semen. Furthermore, you must be strong and persistent. This is the first step to possessing your mother; achieving this goal will allow her to get used to the taste of your semen without anyone noticing."
Giving my mother my fresh semen? It was indeed an unusual method, but it intrigued me! Once it becomes a habit, Mom might one day give me oral sex… But… Mom doesn't have a habit of eating the same thing every day. Thinking about this, I couldn't help but feel discouraged. Wouldn't that mean it wouldn't work? I closed the book and fell into deep thought… How could I take the first step? Or, change her habit and persuade her to drink more milk to supplement calcium… No! That won't work! Mom hates drinking milk. What about vitamin pills? Even worse! Vitamin pills are solid; how could I mix them with semen?
“Dinner’s ready!” Suddenly, Mom interrupted my thoughts. “Oh! Coming!” I hid the book and glasses under the drawer shelf, carefully examining them again and again before leaving the room with peace of mind.
At dinner, staring at the food in front of me, I had no appetite at all. That question haunted me… What excuse should I use? Coffee? Or plain water?
“What? Is it not good?” Mom looked at me with concern.
“Uh… no… no, I’m not very hungry.”
“How could a teenager not be hungry? Here!” She put a few pieces of meat into my bowl.
I pretended to swallow a few mouthfuls of rice, gazing at my radiant mother before me, and I felt a surge of resentment! Resentment that I couldn't think of a single solution!
"Mom, what do you like to eat?" Perhaps it would be better to just ask directly; maybe I'd get an answer.
"What do you like to eat?" Suddenly, my mother seemed a little confused.
"I mean… I'll buy you whatever you like to eat… uh… it's okay to eat it every day."
My mother frowned and smiled bitterly: "What's wrong with you? Did you take the wrong medicine? Why are you suddenly asking these questions…?"
"I think you're working so hard! I want to nourish you!"
"You little rascal! Are you trying to buy something again? I bet you're up to no good." My mother was completely uncooperative, which made me even more anxious: "Don't worry about it! Just tell me anything."
My mother laughed: "No need! I'll tell your dad what I want to eat, besides…"
Just then, the phone rang, "beep… beep…" My mother put down her chopsticks to answer it. I cursed inwardly: "Damn it! This is completely useless!" I had to quickly think of a way to force my mother to say it!
"Are you going to work overtime? I know, be careful when you come back tonight! I'm here! We're eating right now! Have you eaten yet?" It was obviously Dad calling. Seeing Mom talking to Dad through the phone, her face showing both worry and heartache, I felt an overwhelming surge of resentment. Don't worry! Mom will soon belong to me alone, that day is not far off! But... I have to complete the first step first.
My mind was filled with anxiety, the food in front of me seemed to be mocking me, lying motionless on the table, and I was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan... Hmm? ...That's it! Ah... I never thought of that... I've got it... Ah, I've got it! I finally figured it out!
The son's genetics (4)
What Mom has to eat every day... isn't it just this food in front of her? I was so confused, the answer was right in front of me and I didn't even notice! Great! It's really a godsend.
"What are you grinning about?" Mom had already returned to her seat.
"N-nothing." That's it... But... what if Dad eats too? Whatever, this period until the Lunar New Year is enough. Anyway, he won't have time to eat dinner with us.
But by noon the next day, I couldn't wait for dinner. As Mom drank her corn chowder, I watched with ill intent as she swallowed mouthfuls of the same thick semen mixed with it, and a strange pleasure welled up inside me.
"Hmm... this corn chowder is thickened just right today." Indeed, it's full of nutrients, made just for you. Mom then ladled out another bowl of soup, the texture of the liquid dripping down the rim of the bowl giving me a sadistic thrill... This is just the first step, you'll soon be completely mine.
Then, dinner was prepared in the same way as usual, and for the next ten days, it was almost twice a day, lunch and dinner. Perhaps because I was young and strong, I could handle this routine.
Half a month later, whether it was a natural reaction or due to her constitution, Mom looked even more charming and beautiful, her skin was obviously whiter and rosier, but at least there was some effect.
One evening at dinner, I tried omitting semen, but my mother reacted differently: "Strange? The soup tastes weird today."
"Or maybe I didn't add enough salt?" I secretly rejoiced; once a habit is formed, it's indeed hard to break.
"Women who are used to semen will noticeably have better skin and metabolism because male semen contains high levels of protein, which is the best natural nutrient for the female body. Once the supply stops, they will feel insecure and depressed, and after some time, they will develop symptoms of sensitivity and nervousness."
So that's it… The first step was simply to make my mother develop a drug-like addiction, the purpose of which was only to slowly control her.
"You must stop supplying her with fresh semen. During this time, continue with the second step: harass your mother by writing letters. The content of the letters should not reveal your identity, but rather arouse her sexual desire. The tone should be flirtatious, vulgar, and full of imagination, describing how much you desire her body, but never directly mention the names of organs or common names. This method will make her feel insecure, suspicious, and subconsciously anticipate intercourse." Remember! Send it to her by letter.
Writing a letter? If I wrote it by hand, it would be obvious… I'll just write it on the computer and print it out!
So I wrote this letter: "Beautiful and noble lady, every time I see your pretty face, I can't help but fantasize about you giving me oral sex…"
Then, on my way to school in the morning, I put the letter in the mailbox, hoping that Mom would receive it when I got home. I wondered what her mood would be like after reading it? What kind of expression would appear on her usually virtuous and proper face?
When I got home in the evening, my mood immediately plummeted. The letter hadn't arrived… I'd have to wait until tomorrow! Damn it! I should have sent it by express delivery.
When I walked into my room with a feeling of frustration, the neat and clean furnishings made me panic! Oh no! Mom must have tidied my room! I immediately opened the drawer… thankfully… the books and glasses were still there. Although I wasn't caught this time, I was really too careless… So I decided to hide the books and glasses in the ceiling panel.
"Mom! Did you tidy my room today?" Mom was preparing dinner in the kitchen, but she didn't seem to hear me.
"Mom!"
Mom turned around abruptly. "You're back? You startled me."
"Didn't you hear me?"
"Oh... I was thinking about what kind of soup to make for dinner! What kind of soup would you like?"
Lately, Mom has been particularly fond of making lamb soup...
"Whatever! I have no objection." Mom was wearing a cream-colored dress, makeup, and stockings, clearly having been somewhere.
"Where did you go today?"
"Oh! I went to a friend's house this afternoon, the Aunt Yu who said you've grown up! Her son is coming back from America today, and she specially invited me to cook some dishes to welcome him home..." Mom suddenly paused for a moment, then continued, "It's strange... my cooking skills seem to have deteriorated these past few days; the dishes just don't taste good."
"No way! Mom's cooking is the best. Aunt Yu must really like your cooking to invite you over!" Like someone who's taken drugs and has stopped, Mom seemed uneasy.
"Probably! I'm not really sure... Go wash your hands and watch TV, the food will be ready soon!"
Looking at my mother's back, I felt an inexplicable sense of conquest. I had cast a spell on her, waiting for it to take effect, and then the controlled person would become my slave... and such a beautiful slave at that...
"Mom... do you remember saying last time that if you had to choose between two people, you would choose me?"
"Yes! What's wrong?" My mother turned to look at me.
"Nothing... If it were me... I would choose you too!"
Then... my mother froze.
"Silly child... what about Dad?"
"Because I love Mom more..."
Then I turned and left the kitchen. My mother's slightly furrowed brows gave me a kind of pleasure from being manipulated. It was perverse, and it was precisely because of this perversion that I felt comfortable and happy! Will she have the same expression after reading that letter tomorrow? I couldn't help but look forward to tomorrow even more.
My son's genetics (5)
Just before leaving home in the morning, I put down the milk bottle in my hand. My mother's unusual tone made me uneasy:
"You have to study hard! Dad works very hard to earn money." Maybe she thinks that I just haven't seen Dad for a long time and that's why I'm rejecting him! This made me realize that my mother can't really let go of Dad. The war between men... My mother doesn't understand at all!
How disgusting! I can't keep my beautiful mother's body to myself, and I have to share it with others...
I can't help but think of my mother's firm breasts and the hills covered with black and shiny pubic hair. Every time I think
of this scene, my penis, which is gradually hardening, makes me even more annoyed. "You slut... you actually wasted such a beautiful body..." Since I got the treasure from the comic book store owner, I have become even more obsessed with my mother's body. I am sick and incurable. My mother is the source of my descent into hell, and the treasure is just a tool to accelerate my depravity.
After school that day, I was kept behind by my homeroom teacher because I handed in my homework late: "Students should act like students!" But I couldn't listen to any of it. I just wanted to get home as soon as possible. After more than an hour of commotion, I finally left school. It was much later than usual. It was already dark outside the bus window, and watching the neon lights flash by, the closer I got to home, the more nervous I became… Anyway, I just wanted to get home quickly!
When I got home, Mom was sitting alone in the living room, looking utterly miserable… She must have received the letter!
“Mom…you look terrible, what’s wrong?”
Mom slowly raised her head, seemingly trying to hide something: “No…nothing, just a little tired…the food is on the table, go eat.” I put down my schoolbag and pretended not to notice, sitting down at the table. Mom seemed to suddenly remember something: “Have you met any strange people lately?”
“No, why do you ask?” I continued acting.
“Just a thought…”
“Mom, you’re acting strange today…what happened?” I put down my chopsticks and sat down next to Mom. Although I clearly had ill intentions, the book said: 'Insecurity, prone to suspicion, subconsciously anticipating sexual intercourse…' I wanted to test Mom’s reaction.
“Never mind…you wouldn’t understand…just admit it! Just admit to me you received that letter with those explicit words!” “Of course I wouldn’t understand if you didn’t tell me. I’m your son! I can share your unhappiness.” Mom wavered a little, but then backed down: “I know you’re good to me, but you shouldn’t understand adult matters…”
It seems I need a little finesse: “Oh! Right! I remember meeting someone unusual…”
Mom reacted immediately: “What kind of person was he?”
“I didn’t notice… a middle-aged man around forty years old. I often see him at the alley entrance, but he doesn’t seem to be from around here.”
“It must be him… how come I’ve never noticed him before…” Mom murmured confidently, paused, and then said: “If he talks to you, remember to stay away from him! Understand?”
Mom’s seriousness made me chuckle inwardly; she was indeed very easy to suspect.
“I know.”
“But… what exactly is it?”
“Don’t ask so many questions. I have reasons I can’t tell you. Go eat!” Okay! This show is just beginning!
That evening, in my second letter, I wrote: "Beautiful lady, you truly haunt my dreams... Is there a wanton body beneath your pretty face? My thing is ready to satisfy you anytime, giving you unprecedented pleasure." It was truly a masterpiece. The next day, I cleverly sent it by express delivery and secretly asked for leave from school.
Calculating the time, the letter should arrive in the afternoon, so I used the morning's free time to go to the comic book store again.
"Thank you for your precious treasure."
The owner at the counter looked up at me with narrowed eyes. "Oh... it's you. I knew we'd meet again."
"Yes! We meet again." Despite my gratitude, I didn't intend to tell him what had happened recently; I couldn't easily tell anyone about my mother's affairs.
The owner didn't ask any more questions, only showing a rare smile. "Don't ask me who wrote the book; that's a secret. Anyway, someone gave it to me, so keep it! Oh... there are some new books today, go take a look!"
So I went into the "underage section." There weren't many people reading in the morning, and there were indeed a few new books on the shelves. To kill time, I casually flipped through a few comic books on a whim, and before I knew it, it was afternoon.
Before leaving the comic book store, the owner called out to me, "You owe me a story."
"A story?"
As soon as I finished speaking, the owner coughed a few times. "Let me put it this way! All the comics here are my work, you understand what I mean?"
I was puzzled… no wonder there were so many comics like this, so that's why…
"You want me to tell you about me and my mother… and then turn it into a comic?"
I seemed to have guessed right. The owner smiled slightly. "You're very clever… In other words, the comics here are all true stories."
I was momentarily speechless. So, the comics I'd been reading without even realizing it… were all true!
"Don't worry, I won't use real names. Besides the authenticity of the story itself, there won't be any other risks. That's why I'm giving you this 'treasure.'"
"This…" This was too unexpected!
"I thought you'd agree, right?"
This sudden turn of events left me speechless.
After saying goodbye to the comic book store owner, I hurriedly hailed a taxi and went home. My thoughts raced along the way; there really is no such thing as a free lunch. It seems pointless to regret it now, since no one will ever know the truth of the story anyway.
When I got home, I witnessed the postman putting the letter into the mailbox. I hid at the corner of the alley and waited for the show to begin. After a while, my mother opened the mailbox, took the letter, and went back into the house. I quietly "sneaked" into the house through my bedroom window and waited to see my mother's reaction.
(6)
Unexpectedly, my mother sat quietly on the sofa in the living room, and the letter was placed steadily on the coffee table. She didn't seem to intend to read what was written inside.
For about a few minutes, my mother frowned and stared at the letter on the table. After hesitating for a while, she finally opened the letter. This really made me unable to restrain myself...
I looked at her back and suddenly remembered something... Glasses! That's right! I have to put on my glasses so that my mother's physical reaction will be clearly visible. I quickly ran back to my room to get my glasses. At this time, my mother had already put down the letter... Finished reading? So fast?
She was still sitting there motionless, but her chest was rising and falling rapidly. I put on my glasses and looked at my mother's smooth and white back. It was particularly exciting to see her naked body like this. I noticed that her nipples seemed to be hardening... Was my mother aroused? Then a strange expression appeared on her face... I can only say it was strange, an expression I had never seen before, a mixture of disgust and a kind of enjoyment... Yes! I discovered a side of her that no one else knew...
She then stood up, folded the letter, and put it in an envelope. I fell silent and hid behind the door. She walked into the room as usual, opened the wardrobe, stared blankly at the full-length mirror inside, then pursed her lips with a swaying expression, her eyes sparkling.

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