Underwear Adventure

The Underwear Romance 1-6
Chapter 1: First
Encounter Opening the drawer in my room, I found it crammed full of all sorts of
women's Hundreds of sexy pieces, enough to make any man's heart flutter, were neatly arranged
. This was my treasured collection accumulated over the years—my underwear kingdom.
I cared for my collection like a pet, knowing the owner of each piece. Whenever I
held them in my hands, it felt like I was caressing their owners—how intoxicating!
My inexplicable connection with women's underwear dates back to when I was twelve. My aunt, who had immigrated to the United States
many years ago returned to Taiwan to visit my mother and stayed for over half a month. My aunt had always
been the most beautiful in the family, and after so many years, she was even more mature and stunningly beautiful.
I, only in fifth grade, couldn't believe I had such inappropriate thoughts about her! But thoughts were one
thing , actions another. Just then, something on the back balcony caught my eye—my aunt's
underwear.
Women's underwear is something you see on the back balcony every day; it's not a big deal. But in the past
, I'd only ever seen the underwear of the two women in my family—my mother and sister. My mother's underwear was always
simple, prioritizing comfort over anything fancy, and my sister, being younger, wore only girlish underwear,
nothing attractive. Because of this, I considered women's underwear just ordinary clothing. But after seeing
my aunt's underwear, I was completely stunned.
Transparent, soft gauze, beautiful lace trim, and a sexy, open design—I wondered
what such underwear could possibly cover? Yet, this was exactly what my aunt wore every day!
And so, my aunt's underwear became my first collection. Even by today's standards, my
aunt's underwear at the time was quite avant-garde. And so, women's underwear plunged me into
an abyss from which I've been unable to escape ever since.
Among my collection, aside from a few pieces from my mother and sister (partly because the styles weren't very appealing,
and partly because I was afraid of attracting their attention, so I only occasionally played with them in the bathroom, or even used them for masturbation, but
didn't collect them), most came from my neighbor's apartment.
Whether it was coincidence or fate, because there was a private girls' college across the street from my house,
the landlord rented the apartment to female students long-term. Because of this, a whole row of women's underwear
could . Of course, girls in their early twenties wouldn't wear overly sexy or revealing
underwear, but occasionally, some stunning pieces would appear. I habitually
peeked once I spotted my prey, I never missed.
As a result, in just five years, I collected hundreds of sexy pieces of underwear. I can even vaguely
remember the pure and lovely faces of their owners—they were truly irresistible!
But the thing I least wanted to happen actually happened last month.
The homeowner, desperate for money, sold the house. Looking at the drawer full of underwear, the
thought of losing my supply naturally dampened my spirits.
The new neighbors had moved in a week ago. My mother said it was a woman in her early forties
and a boy of about fifteen or sixteen. Hearing this, my heart sank. A forty-year-old woman—wasn't she
similar to my mother? Looking at my mother, I could probably deduce the new neighbor's appearance and the style of underwear she wore.
That day, I reluctantly went to the back balcony. Perhaps out of habit, I leaned
over the iron railing to see if the new neighbor's, that forty-year-old woman's, underwear was any
different .
An unbelievable thing happened!
My God! These were…women's underwear! These were real underwear!
I almost screamed with joy. Yes, the underwear I'd been waiting for finally reappeared. I'd always assumed
a forty-year-old woman wore the same boring, unattractive underwear as my mother, but our new neighbor
turned out to be a woman of exceptional taste.
Black, purple, dark red, apple green—a riot of colors—corresponded to the lingerie hanging under the eaves, swaying in the breeze,
and my spirits soared with it. For years, I'd thought my aunt's underwear was
the epitome of , but now, even sexier, more romantic, even slightly obscene lingerie was appearing on
the back balcony of a forty-year-old woman's house.
The owner of the underwear quickly piqued my interest. You know, underwear reflects the person, and the person reflects the underwear; if the two
differ too much, the underwear loses its allure. So, I wanted to meet her.
Unexpectedly, it happened again—before I could even approach her, she came to my door.
When I first saw her, it was hard to reconcile her with her sexy underwear.
It wasn't because she was ugly; on the contrary, her beautiful face and tall figure were
stunning. Although upon closer inspection, she wasn't as young as before, but the undeniable femininity she exuded
made her appear younger.
The reason lay in her clothing.
A noble and elegant dress gave her an air of unapproachability, a stark contrast to her lewd and sexy
lingerie with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed those were her underwear!
"Hello, young man, my surname is Zhang, your new neighbor, please take care of me."
She was the Aunt Zhang I would later call "in public," and "godmother" in private!
Chapter Two: Losing the Wind
I didn't particularly like the title of "underwear thief." Although I was indeed a master underwear thief, in
the five years I had never been caught. However, this myth was ultimately shattered.
Ever since I first saw Aunt Zhang's underwear, I've been obsessed, spending all my time on the back balcony
staring at the underwear she hung on the rack. I even meticulously recorded all her underwear, noting
the pattern, color, and style of every bra, pantyhose, stockings, and sexy nightgown. This went on for a full
month . When I tallied it up, I discovered she had over thirty sets of various underwear, not including those
she hadn't worn yet.
Finally, I decided to steal Aunt Zhang's first pair of panties. That
sexy panty was just too tempting, as if beckoning me, "Steal me, steal me!" And
I successfully stole the panty.
That very day, I used this new product to cover my penis and masturbate for a full three hours, ejaculating four or
five times . This was an experience I had never had before, and it certainly demonstrated its irresistible allure!
Once is never enough; I usually don't steal from the same person repeatedly in a short period because it easily
attracts attention. But Aunt Zhang's panties were just too alluring, making me feel
like . So, I made my first mistake ever, stealing four pairs of her sexy panties.
Just as I was about to steal them for the fourth time, a woman's voice came from the next room.
"So it's you! I've been waiting for you for so long."
Now that I'd been caught, I had to find a way to resolve the situation. Hopefully, Aunt Zhang would forgive my
youthful ignorance, considering my young age! With the panties I'd stolen from her balcony over the past few days, and a heart full of fear, I went to her
doorstep, ready to face merciless punishment… What if she didn't accept my apology and insisted on calling the police?
I might go to jail!! Oh my god!! What should I do?
Just as I hesitated at her doorstep, the door opened from the inside.
"Aren't you coming in? What are you doing outside?"
Aunt Zhang greeted me with a kind smile, urging me to come inside. Standing outside, my legs went weak with fear; I didn't
know if I'd ever come out.
"I...I'm sorry...I shouldn't have...I was indecent...I..."
My heart raced, and tears welled up in my eyes. But then Aunt Zhang came out of the kitchen with hot tea, asking me to
have a drink with her. Was this my last meal? I stood there, watching the kind Aunt Zhang fill my
cup , wondering what she was up to.
I placed the four pairs of underwear I'd stolen on the coffee table, keeping my head down, not daring to look her in the eye.
"Drink up! It won't taste good if it gets cold."
"Aunt Zhang...these underwear..."
She seemed to deliberately avoid mentioning the underwear, but since the four pairs were already on the table, I had no choice but to pick them up.
"You like the underwear I wear?"
I nodded.
"Besides these few, I suppose you have other women's underwear in your house?"
she blurted out, and I could only acquiesce.
"So you're an underwear collector. Looks like we're kindred spirits."
What? Did I hear that right? She actually said "we're kindred spirits"? Unable to contain my curiosity, I looked up
at her for the first time.
"I finally don't have to look at your head when I talk to you."
"You said...we're kindred spirits...what do you mean by that?"
She picked up the purple underwear in her hand, examining it closely, her seriousness no less than mine, but this
was rare for a woman.
"This underwear, I asked a friend to buy it for me in Paris, it's a designer piece! Don't let its lack of
fabric , it cost me a lot of money. This black underwear, I bought it from a boutique in Japan..."
Good heavens, she knew every single pair of underwear like the back of her hand, even knowing their origins.
What else could it be but a kindred spirit? No wonder she had so many underwear, and each one was so attractive.
The allure of underwear is probably irresistible even to women.
"Actually, I noticed when you stole my first pair of underwear. But, we're both into this, and I didn't want to make things difficult for you.
But think about it, I cherish my underwear like you cherish your collection. If I didn't stop you,
I'd suffer a huge loss."
"I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I won't do it again."
"By the way, what did you do with my underwear after you stole it?"
Why did she suddenly ask such an embarrassing question? If I told her I used her underwear to cover my penis and
masturbate , she'd kill me. Turning her head, she actually picked up the underwear, sniffed it, and
a strange smile appeared on her face.
"You little brat, you actually used my underwear to masturbate!! Don't deny it, the underwear is covered in
the stench of your semen."
I was speechless and could only let her scold me, but she wasn't angry. Instead, she looked at me with a sly smile.
"Why are all you young boys like this? Even my son is no exception."
"What? Your son also... took yours...?"
"Yes."
I never expected that even Aunt Zhang's own son would be interested in her underwear. Great minds think alike.
"Although I don't want to make things difficult for you, I can't let this one go so easily."
"What do you want?"
"From now on, you're punished by coming to my house every day and keeping me company."
I couldn't believe my ears. What kind of punishment was this? It was practically a reward! What surprised me even more
was that she actually gave me all four pairs of underwear.
"Take them if you like! Consider it a gift from me. Please take care of me in the future."
And so, my first encounter with Aunt Zhang ended in an atmosphere full of surprise and joy, thus
beginning our inseparable bond.
Chapter 3 Godmother
A month passed, and I went to Aunt Zhang's house every day. She was like a kind older sister next door, always
greeting me warmly. I never expected that Aunt Zhang, a woman of the same forty years old, would be so different from my mother. My mother
is a typical middle-aged woman, while Aunt Zhang seems like a newlywed. Sometimes I even fantasize about how wonderful it would be if
Aunt were my mother! Thinking of this, I can't help but feel envious and jealous of Aunt Zhang's son.
She told me that her son is a year or two younger than me, but much taller. He went back to his school dormitory in the south
a few days because of the start of the school year, so we haven't seen each other since. As for why she's
single,
she didn't explain, and I was too embarrassed to ask.
Aunt Zhang is kind and charming, and I quickly fell into her gentle trap. Sometimes I even
ate dinner with her. She said that she and her son rarely saw each other, and that having me with her made her feel at home.
"Why don't I become your godson? Let me take care of you."
This sudden idea surprised her, but she readily agreed. The only condition
was that in private, we would address each other as mother and son, but in public, I could only call her Aunt Zhang.
"From now on, your godmother will treat you like her own son. I hope you will
treat me like your own mother too. Don't be like my heartless son who just left without a word..."
I don't know why, but every time my godmother mentions her son, her face always shows a mixture of
happiness and sadness.
"Don't worry, godmother, I'll treat you ten times better than I would my own mother. If you don't mind, I'll call you Mom
from now on ."
My godmother, perhaps overwhelmed with emotion, hugged me tightly, repeatedly calling me "my good
son , my dear son, my sweet little Gan."
From then on, I had two homes. My mother, who had never cared much for me, now seemed to have found
her place. Sometimes I even thought my godmother's home was my real home.
Perhaps my godmother only approached me because she was lonely, but my feelings towards her were much more complicated. Because of
the underwear, Aunt Zhang became my godmother, but even though I truly treated her like my own mother,
whenever I saw her beautiful face, her graceful figure, and her undeniable femininity, a wicked desire would
surge from the depths of my heart, difficult to suppress.
Every night, I could only relieve my unbearable lust by masturbating with the few pairs of underwear she gave me,
but how long could this last? I seriously doubted.
Several times, I found several pairs of dirty underwear in my godmother's bathroom. For a man, these
were priceless treasures. A few strands of her pubic hair were still stuck to the underwear, and the yellowish crotch emitted a strong,
fishy stench —was it urine or feces? I couldn't resist licking the secretions off the underwear, then sitting on the toilet masturbating
…
My godmother had already given me her most cherished underwear; I had no reason to steal hers again. But
the allure of underwear was like a bottomless abyss, never satisfied. But even if I stole all her underwear
, what then? Instead of stealing, why not… make her offer it to me herself…
It was a strange idea, but the more I thought about it, the more sense it made. But how?
I thought of her son.
I remembered her saying that her son had been using her underwear to masturbate since he was ten. But as a mother,
how could she tolerate her son using her underwear to masturbate for so many years? If I could find out
the reason , wouldn't I be able to do the same?
"Are you still masturbating with my underwear?"
That night, she suddenly asked this embarrassing question, and I nodded.
"Mom, your underwear is so tempting, even just looking at it can make a man's blood boil."
"So, you've had your hands on my body too!"
I didn't expect to get such a thing out of her with just one sentence, but my godmother's question seemed to have a hidden meaning.
"Why did you suddenly ask about this?"
"Nothing. I just suddenly realized that if it weren't for my underwear, I wouldn't have a
good son like you. So, I really should thank those old clothes."
"Mom... I have a favor to ask, but I don't know if I should say it?"
"We're family now, there's nothing to be embarrassed about." "
I want to... see Mom's collection... Mom's underwear."
It was indeed a strange request, but my godmother didn't refuse and led me into her room. I'd been inside my godmother's room
many times. Although I knew all her underwear was kept in each wardrobe, I'd never actually seen
it. Now that she'd asked, she couldn't refuse, even though showing her son her underwear
was quite embarrassing.
My godmother opened the large sandalwood wardrobe by the window. It had twenty small drawers. She opened
one ; inside were several bras and panties neatly folded into small balls. If each drawer
contained five sets of underwear, the wardrobe would have over a hundred sets—several times more than I'd expected
.
"It's all here. Take your time looking! Be careful not to mess it up."
Perhaps out of embarrassment, my godmother turned and left after saying that. And me? If I could look in the mirror,
I'd see a pair of bright eyes and a grinning mouth. Good heavens, this was a treasure trove!!
Chapter Three: Confession
An hour later, I walked out of my godmother's room with a motherly smile. My godmother was sitting on the sofa,
seemingly having waited for me for a long time.
"How was it? Didn't disappoint you?"
"More than that! It was an eye-opener!"
I exaggeratedly described my inner feelings of being moved, and my godmother listened with a smile. Her wardrobe was practically a
small lingerie museum, with everything imaginable.
"It's so good to be a woman, to be able to wear such beautiful lingerie and panties."
"What? This is the first time I've heard of this. However, it's not because I like wearing sexy lingerie that
I love these kinds of lingerie. Otherwise... no matter how beautiful or sexy lingerie is, it's just a piece of clothing, no
different from socks on your feet, right?"
I knew there was something more to my godmother's words, that she clearly had something she couldn't say, and that was the secret I wanted to know.
"I don't understand. If you don't like it, why do you have so many underwear? And why are they all
so sexy and flashy? My mom's underwear is barely better than a flour sack. Could it be because of...
a man...? Your husband? Am I right?"
"Half right. But I have to tell you, I divorced a long time ago. Come to think of it, I've been single for about
ten years ."
"The only man in your family... could it be...?"
"Stop guessing."
"You once said your son also uses your underwear to masturbate. Is it because..."
"I said stop guessing! Your godmother is a little tired and wants to rest. You should go home first."
"I'm sorry, Mom, I misspoke."
"I don't care about your business. I'll let you know the reason when I have the chance."
Sure enough, the reason was her son. A son masturbating with his mother's underwear, plus
a mother buying sexy underwear to provide her son with masturbation tools—what an interesting picture!
Chapter Four Happy Birthday
My godmother's birthday is March 20th, the last day of Pisces. People born on this day possess
the extremely emotional personality of Pisces, combined with a touch of the impulsive nature of Aries, often doing unexpected
things. However, conversely, if someone makes a special move towards her, they can also reap unexpected
rewards.
"Happy Birthday!"
My godmother was startled when she opened the door by my sudden birthday greeting. I
appeared at her door with a birthday cake and a mysterious little gift, making her very happy.
"Come to think of it, I've been spending my birthday alone for five years now. By the way, you little rascal, how come..."
"How did you know it was my birthday today?"
I scratched my head and had to confess that I had accidentally seen my ID card on the dressing table.
"Oh dear! Now you've discovered my age too, which is a woman's biggest secret!"
"Don't worry, godmother, you don't look like a forty-year-old woman at all..."
My godmother tapped my head with her finger to shut me up, but I could tell she was flattered by my unexpected
blessing . She personally cooked a delicious meal and opened a bottle of red wine, saying she wanted to
make up for the past five years' worth of celebrations. We ate, drank, and chatted, and before we knew it, the bottle of wine
was gone.
"Oh, right, godmother, I have another gift for you. I went to great lengths to get this."
A beautifully wrapped little box, almost weightless in my hand, was opened by my godmother with a hint of curiosity, and
her face immediately lit up with joy and shyness.
"Although I know my godmother wears designer brands, this is all I can afford with my allowance..."
My godmother held up a pair of bright red lace panties. The almost transparent panties only had
a blooming rose embroidered in red thread on the crotch area. I bought it from an adult mail order. Although it
couldn't compare to my godmother's other panties in terms of style or material, it
would definitely .
"This is the best birthday present I've ever received!"
Tears welled up in my godmother's eyes. She clutched the panties tightly in her hands, unable to control herself for a long time.
"Godmother... are you alright? It's just a cheap pair of panties..."
"No, no, no, this is more precious than any designer brand."
"Will you wear it often?"
"Of course! I love it to death! I never knew you had such good taste. You truly are a panty collector."
My godmother hugged me and planted a deep kiss on my forehead. I smelled the fragrance and scent of alcohol emanating
from , and suddenly my heart fluttered. Coupled with her deep kiss, I suddenly
had the urge to kiss her.
"Godmother... I... I... may I kiss you?"
My godmother looked at me, her face slightly flushed with intoxication, then closed her eyes without saying a word. Were her slightly
parted lips hinting at something? My heart was pounding, my palms were sweating, and my godmother was still
holding me tightly. What should I do...?
Suddenly, my godmother's moist, soft lips pressed against mine, then quickly pulled away. Although it was only a fleeting
touch, it truly shocked my heart! My godmother had kissed me first!
"Thank you! Thank you for everything you've done for me today."
We sat on the large sofa in the living room, my slightly tipsy godmother nestled against my shoulder like a docile Persian cat.
Although it wasn't the first time I'd been so close to my godmother, I felt unusually excited.
"Want to hear your godmother tell a story?"
"You mean..."
"My story. Haven't you always been curious?"
"But every time I ask you about it, you get angry. Why are you telling me today?"
"Because only today did I find my real son, and that person is you."
"What? I'm getting more and more confused. What about your son?"
"I don't know where he is. But the reason I moved here is actually to hide from him."
"Hide from your own son?"
"What? Isn't this story fascinating?"
And so, my godmother spent the entire evening telling me an unbelievable family tragedy.
Chapter Five: The Birth of a Tragedy
At seventeen, I gave birth to my son, Zizai, the result of a night of revelry with my boyfriend.
But unfortunately, Zizai's father disappeared without a trace. My ex-husband was my high school classmate. He
had secretly loved me during our school days. We met again at a class reunion. After learning about my
experiences , he felt great sympathy for me, which moved me deeply. He proposed to me, and I married
him without hesitation.
After marriage, we did enjoy a very happy married life for a while. However, because we couldn't
conceive, he began to feel resentful about our son's existence, and this resentment grew stronger over time
. Ultimately, we had no choice but to divorce.
At that time, our son was only five years old, while I was a woman without the ability to support myself. I had to
leave him with my brother while I became a flight attendant, flying around the world…
During this time, due to my work, I rarely contacted them. My brother and sister-in-law
treated our son like their own, which reassured me. I even considered sending him to my brother as an adopted son.
But things didn't go as planned. My brother's business failed, leaving him with a large debt. Unable to support himself,
he could no longer care for our son and asked me to take him back. That's when I quit my flight attendant job and returned to Taiwan
.
I didn't see my son for seven whole years. To my surprise, he was already in the first year of junior high school, tall and
handsome, a spitting image of his father.
Facing me, the mother who abandoned him when he was young, Zizai seemed very unfamiliar and shy. I rented an
apartment and began to rebuild our mother-son relationship.
For the first few months after our reunion, Zizai treated me like a stranger. After school, he would
lock himself in his room until dinner time. I tried to communicate with him, but the situation didn't
improve . Ultimately, it was my fault; how could I blame my son?
This ambiguous relationship between us lasted for more than six months. Then,
on Mother's Day that year, when I came home from work, I unexpectedly found a gift on my bedside table: a
card and a bouquet of carnations. This unexpected gift became the turning point for my son and me, breaking through our cold relationship
. In the card, Zizai revealed his feelings and thoughts over the past six months.
I initially thought he was angry with me for not fulfilling my responsibilities as a mother, but it turned out to be completely
different I had been overthinking it; otherwise, our mother-son relationship could have been resolved six months ago.
"Mom, I don't know how to express my feelings for you, because to me, you've always been a
stranger to me, the closest person to me. When I found out that my mother was actually my aunt, the shock was
immense, and I couldn't accept it at first. But when I saw you, a strange feeling told me..."
"You are my true mother.
I don't know how to call a stranger 'Mom,' so I'm conflicted. I can only hide
my true feelings and avoid you every day, but I want to tell you, Mom, I love you." "
And so, all my inner turmoil was resolved, and from then on, my son Zizai truly returned to my side.
Time flies, two years have passed, and Zizai is already a young man. At sixteen, he's tall and
strong , which makes me very happy. For the past two years, Zizai has been my biggest pillar. Just when I thought
our happy days as mother and son were about to arrive, a sudden accident
changed .
Chapter Six: The Accident .
At eight o'clock in the morning, after Zizai went to class, I took the broom as usual and cleaned the whole house.
Zizai has always loved cleanliness; his room is always the tidiest spot in the house. I sat on Zizai
's bed, looking around. The spotless room left me with no room to do anything. I glanced at the head of the bed..." There was a photo of
my son and me taken during a trip to southern Taiwan last year. My son always praised me
for looking radiant in the picture. Even though he's already a sixteen-year-old boy, he insists on keeping the photo of us on
his bedside table, which deeply touched me.
Flipping through the photo album on the table, besides photos of my son, it was filled with pictures of her. The thick album
didn't contain a single girl his age. I had asked my son about this, and he
simply told me in his usual playful tone, "In my heart, no woman can compare to Mom.
Mom is the most beautiful and gentle goddess."
Looking at my son's handsome face in the album, and remembering his praise, a knowing smile crept onto
my lips . I love Zizai more than anything, not only because he is my own
flesh and blood, but also because of his understanding nature, which always makes me feel like the happiest mother in the world.
Zizai is the most carefully crafted masterpiece of my life, and he seems to understand my intentions perfectly, never letting
me down. Because of this, I am willing to sacrifice everything for him and do anything.
In the afternoon, the weather became unusually hot. Unfortunately, the only air conditioner in the house had broken down recently.
Living on the top floor, I couldn't bear the heat and decided to take a cold shower.
Sure enough, the cool water made me feel refreshed. I only intended to soak in the bathtub for a short rest before getting up, but
I actually fell asleep in the tub.
A series of hurried footsteps rushed from the door to the bathroom. The sound of the door opening startled me awake. When I
opened my eyes, I saw Zizai standing naked in front of me. A moment later, I realized I was also
lying naked in the bathtub. Worse still, I hadn't even brought any clean underwear into the bathroom, so I could only
cover my genitals and breasts with my hands.
"I...I'm sorry...It's hot outside, I rushed home to shower, I didn't know..."
"No, it's my fault, I fell asleep in the bathtub without realizing it."
Mother and son looked at each other awkwardly, occasionally catching a glimpse of each other's naked bodies. Despite their close relationship, they
were both adults, and facing a mature, naked body, even mother and son couldn't help but
blush and hearts race. Just
as Zizai was about to leave the bathroom, I called him back.
"Do me a favor, go to my room and get some underwear for Mom..."
Zizai then realized his mother hadn't even prepared any clothes. He went to his mother's room and opened her wardrobe. Colorful
panties and bras were neatly arranged before him. Not knowing which one to grab, he closed his eyes, grabbed a pair of panties
and a bra, and ran to the bathroom.
He slipped the underwear through the crack in the door, and I thanked him before closing the door again.
"Mom, are you alright? Why aren't you coming out?"
I sat on the edge of the bathtub in the bathroom, holding the underwear Zizai had just brought in, but I hesitated to put it on.
In his haste, Zizai had grabbed a pair of panties he used to flirt with his boyfriend in the bedroom—pink
sheer fabric with sexy lace trim, so small it barely covered anything. How could I
walk out of the bathroom and into front of my son wearing that? But I couldn't stay in the bathroom forever either; this put me
in dilemma.
Hearing Zizai calling from outside, if I didn't come out soon, he might think something had happened and rush
in. The only option was to pretend to be calm and walk out.
The door opened, and I nonchalantly walked out wearing the sexy pink sheer panties,
rushing straight into the room without looking back, completely unaware of how my son would perceive this scene.
Yes, my mother emerged from the bathroom, looking incredibly sexy, which truly shocked Zizai outside the door. He
stared intently at her sexy panties and her alluring figure, as if he were watching an
erotic film.
Entering the bathroom, Zizai gazed at the bathtub filled with the liquid that had soaked his mother's body all afternoon, and
a wicked thought suddenly occurred to him: he jumped into the tub, soaking himself in the liquid that had just touched every inch of his mother's skin
. He longed to smell the lingering scent of her body, to remember
how every drop of water had intimately flowed over her cheeks, her breasts, and her genitals. He wanted to use this water
to make the closest possible contact with his mother's body.
Finally, he masturbated in the bathtub and ejaculated in the very water where he had once been intimately involved with her…
This was something Zizai told me about later.
Recalling that embarrassing scene, I felt utterly ashamed.
How ? But then she calmed herself and thought, "I am Zizai's mother. Isn't his body also flesh and blood that I
gave him? Why should I blush at seeing his private parts? Besides, why should I
feel ashamed for letting my son see me wearing sexy underwear?"
Thinking this, she couldn't help but smile at herself in the mirror. Looking at her shapely figure, she didn't
seem like the mother of a sixteen-year-old boy at all. It was Zizai, not herself, who should be blushing.
At the dinner table, mother and son tried to avoid each other's gaze, simply eating with their heads down. They
were like children who had done something wrong; any glance would expose their embarrassing moments.
Although the days passed, the accidental incident that happened that afternoon was not
forgotten. On the contrary, it spread quietly through our bodies like a virus.
Everything seemed to have returned to normal. As usual, after Zizai left, I cleaned the house again—
something I'd done for over two years, so much so that I could do it with my eyes closed. But today was different.
She accidentally found a woman's panty under Zizai's pillow.
Pink gauze, sexy lace trim—I recognized it immediately as the panty I'd worn that afternoon when I'd made myself look like
a slut in front of my son. How it ended up under Zizai's pillow, I had no idea.
Examining the panty closely, I found it covered in stains of filth, emitting a
foul odor. As a grown woman, I was certain that Zizai had been
masturbating with his own panty.
This conclusion shocked me. My lively and cheerful Zizai was using his own panty to masturbate—a
scene I'd never imagined.
Thinking back, since that incident that afternoon, Zizai had indeed been
behaving . Although he tried to appear natural, he couldn't escape my notice as his mother. This
explains why I've been feeling like someone's spying on me while I shower lately. I initially thought I was being overly sensitive,
but there's no one else at home except for Zizai. She called out several times, but there was still silence outside.
So, I decided to investigate my wild guess.
After dinner, I went into the bathroom to shower, pretending the door was accidentally left open
, leaving a tiny crack for peeping.
While showering, I deliberately turned my back to the crack, but placed a small mirror in front of me so I could clearly
see who was spying. Sure enough, soon after, I saw a figure moving outside. It was none other
than Zizai.
Zizai has fallen for me, not just as a son's love for his mother, but also as a man's
infatuation with a mature and alluring woman. In Zizai's mind, I've transcended the role of a simple mother and
become the object of his fantasies.
Learning the truth didn't bring relief; on the contrary, it made me feel even heavier. I love
Zizai more than myself. I would give everything for my son without complaint, but I never thought that this would include
my own body.
That night, I couldn't sleep. All I could think about was Zizai playing with my underwear and
masturbating . Strangely enough, I wasn't angry at all; I was even a little excited.
At that moment, my hands seemed to have a mind of their own, involuntarily sliding into my underwear... When I came to my senses, I
found my underwear was already soaked...
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Underwear Romance 7-12
Chapter Seven: Troubled by Love
I originally thought my godmother's story was a boring and dull memory, but unexpectedly, I unearthed a
secret mother-son romance. The plot became increasingly suspenseful and somewhat taboo, but my godmother always glossed over it briefly at crucial
moments. Even so, it made my heart itch. Not to mention her son Zizai, even if it were
me, facing this beautiful and graceful mother every day, it would be hard not to do something inappropriate.
My godmother paused for a while, seemingly embarrassed by the unfolding story, so she
hesitated to speak . Being a considerate man, although I wanted to hear the whole story, I stopped her.
Sure enough, she was deeply moved by my gesture, which reminded me of her beloved son, Zizai. She nestled
tightly in my arms, wanting me to hold her close, because she intended to finish the story, and what followed
might cause her some unease…
And so, the story of incest between a mother and son began to unfold from my godmother's lips.
Since discovering Zizai's love for his mother, my godmother had become somewhat uneasy. Reason told her
she should talk things out with Zizai to prevent him from sinking deeper, but her selfish soul thought otherwise.
Her son's infatuation was a good thing; this way, she could completely possess him and never have to
worry about him being seduced by a young, beautiful girl and losing her precious child.
Although the godmother had her own agenda, Zizai wanted more than just emotional love; he also had
physical sexual needs. The godmother was fully aware of this, but she couldn't let go of the irreconcilable
mother-son relationship. She was prepared to sacrifice everything for Zizai, but she didn't want to implicate her son in incest
. In this helpless situation, the godmother could only try her best to satisfy Zizai's desires,
providing him with any material he could use for sexual fantasies to hold onto his heart.
With this naive idea in mind, the godmother began to go to great lengths to dress herself up. Already
beautiful, and with a sexy figure, her innocent attire already captivated countless
men , let alone her alluring outfits.
The godmother's skirts grew shorter and shorter, her clothes became increasingly revealing and flamboyant, even her pajamas were as thin as gauze, and
her underwear was the epitome of provocation—transparent, short, sexy, and alluring styles of form-fitting lingerie
filled her wardrobe in just a few weeks, all to attract Zizai's attention and provide him with more and more
stimulating masturbation tools.
Sure enough,
under . The godmother noticed that the spare underwear she deliberately left in the bathroom after showering would mysteriously disappear,
only to reappear a few days later. During those days of disappearance, the godmother could almost picture Zizai sniffing her
panties , even licking the remaining secretions, while indulging in masturbation. Strangely enough,
every time the godmother thought about this, she would become unusually excited, even experiencing the urge to masturbate. Overwhelmed with desire
, she longed to rush to Zizai right then and there, spread her legs, and shout to him, "Come on! My good son,
if you want to lick, lick my pussy directly. What's the fun in licking a piece of cloth?" But how could a mother say
such a thing to her son?
Just as the godmother had predicted, Zizai was already deeply trapped in the snare his mother had intentionally or unintentionally laid, and unable to
extricate himself . Ever since the first time he masturbated with his mother's sexy underwear, Zizai had been intoxicated by this
fantasy game of sex and love. Knowing full well that using his mother as the object of his sexual fantasies was a despicable and vulgar act, he still stole his mother's underwear...
Using his mother's underwear as a tool for masturbation made him uneasy, but the taboo nature of things only fueled his
deepest desires. Sometimes, he would even use his mother's underwear to wrap his penis and masturbate, imagining that what covered his penis
wasn't just a piece of cloth, but his mother's soft, moist vagina...
Lost in this forbidden game, Zizai didn't seem to realize how easily it all came about. He could always get his mother's freshly changed underwear from
the bathroom , and the clothes drying on the balcony were always colorful and sexy
bras, stockings, and panties. Whenever he showed any desire to peek, his mother would
unintentionally cross her legs, revealing everything under her tight skirt to him without any cover.
But it all came too easily, and the clever Zizai couldn't help but suspect.
Why carelessly toss her most intimate underwear in the bathroom? Why would her, so dignified and virtuous, dress so revealingly? What made
him even more suspicious was that his mother had become completely unprotected to him. Not only did she always forget to close the door when she showered or used the toilet, but she
also slept soundly on the living room sofa in only a light shirt and underwear during her afternoon nap, giving him ample
time to feast his eyes on her body.
To verify his suspicions, Zizai decided to take a daring step.
In the past, Zizai had only used his mother's body and clothing as tools for his fantasies,
and all his intrusions were limited to visual. If it was just his imagination, his
mother and condoned his disrespect and intrusions, then he could certainly
extend the intrusion to physical contact.
At two in the morning, Zizai tiptoed into his godmother's room. His godmother was sleeping on her side. After confirming that
his mother was fast asleep, Zizai gently lifted the hem of his mother's nightgown. Although only the faint moonlight could see into the room,
his mother's two shapely and slender legs still shocked Zizai's heart. He couldn't help but follow the lines of her legs
from bottom to top and touch his mother's sensitive inner thigh. His mother's body trembled slightly, and Zizai
quickly withdrew his hand. After seeing that his mother was not in a bad mood, he reached out to touch her full breasts. Before going to bed, his mother
took off her bra. Her soft, elastic breasts seemed to have a magical power, instantly drawing his hand to them. Zizai
boldly pinched one lightly, then gently teased the slightly protruding nipple with his fingertips. The feeling was unlike anything he had ever
experienced . He wanted to roar with excitement, even to tear off the cumbersome nightgown and devour his mother's
breasts...
At dawn, his godmother sat on the edge of the bed, stroking the semen Zizai had ejaculated on her thigh. Her thoughts
were somewhat chaotic. She had naively thought that a few pairs of underwear and visual surveillance could solve this troublesome
problem, but who knew that young people's desires had no limits? Once easily obtained, they wanted more!
She woke up in the dark and found a trembling hand caressing her breasts. Looking closer, she
realized it was Zizai.
Despite the dim light in the room, she, as a mother, could feel the hunger
emanating . He was like a ravenous wolf, eager to devour her body. But the godmother couldn't stop him, nor did she want to. She
had to pretend to be fast asleep, letting Zizai do as he pleased. She squinted,
looking at Zizai's face in the dim light. Good heavens! How much he longed to possess her body, yet he could only suppress his
rising desire, tentatively reaching out his invasive tentacles, lightly touching that forbidden territory of over ten years…
If she could, the godmother would undress Zizai, letting him enjoy her body without restraint. But she
still suppressed her impulses, passively accepting any violation from Zizai. Finally, Zizai took out his penis
and masturbated, a stream of hot semen spraying onto her thighs…
The godmother hadn't expected Zizai to do such a thing. Wasn't he afraid of waking her from her dream
? Even ejaculating on her leg right in front of her—was this some kind of hint? But
what does it mean? Has Zizai already discovered her ingenious plan? Yes, it must be so, but
the relationship between mother and son is so ambiguous that neither dares to confess first. Perhaps if
one of them were to openly express their feelings, the situation would dramatically change. But who
should speak first? She was quite certain that mother and son loved each other, but
how could she, as a mother, confess to her son about this unblessed, forbidden love, this relationship that has been severely taboo for thousands of years?
Perhaps her son only wanted some sexual comfort from her, and his mother was the easiest and most convenient
object for him to use. Many teenagers have the experience of masturbating with women's underwear at home; perhaps Zizai was
one of them. If she confessed the wrong thing, it would not only ruin her reputation but also brand her as a harlot.
One "perhaps" after another kept the godmother tossing and turning at night. Zizai's sudden probing had indeed disrupted
her naive plan.
Chapter Seven: The Bond Between Mother and Son
Summer entered its hottest phase, and humanity seemed to be infected by the summer's atmosphere, causing emotions to fluctuate
wildly .
Late at night, Zizai was reading at his desk, taking advantage of the cool evening air. His godmother, wearing a thin nightgown, came to
his side. Zizai turned his head and was suddenly struck by his mother's alluring body, barely concealed. He blushed and his heart raced. His
godmother placed her hands on his shoulders, gently massaging him.
What should have been a heartwarming gesture from his mother became, in Zizai's eyes, the prelude to flirtation. Yes, his mother was teasing him with her body;
the transparent nightgown, and the sexy bra and panties underneath, were the best proof. Zizai was almost
certain that his mother had come prepared this time. Was it a concrete reaction to his previous probing?
Suddenly, his mother's hands slowly slid down his neck, gently embracing him. Zizai's
body jolted as if electrocuted. Then, he felt his mother's soft breasts
pressed tightly against his back, gently kneading and rubbing against him. He could even hear his mother's heartbeat, as fierce as his own
!
Then, the room fell into a deathly silence. Mother and son stood frozen like wax figures, motionless.
Zizai, like a volcano erupting, suddenly turned and pushed his mother onto the bed. He pounced on
her like a hungry tiger, ready to devour his uninvited prey. But his mother, lying paralyzed on the bed, was so calm, as if she had already
foreseen her misfortune, or perhaps it was all a trap, and his mother was the tempting bait that
had led him headlong into it.
Zizai used a rough car to try and open the coffin of the dragonfly, covering it with a cloth. He looked at his mother's face and twisted it. He squatted down and twisted it.
He looked at her and said
, "Zizai...don't do this...let go of Mommy."
Zizai seemed not to hear anything. Instead, he kissed his mother's pink neck and cheeks fiercely. At the same time, his hands
became more obedient, lifting up his mother's barely-there nightgown and roaming unscrupulously over his breasts and
private parts.
Although his godmother kept murmuring for Zizai to let go, her shy tone sounded like provocative words to Zizai
. He became even more unrestrained in his desires and violated his mother at will.
"Mom...I love you...Let me love you properly..."
"Zizai...Mom loves you too...but...is this okay?"
"Heaven knows, earth knows, you know, I know. As long as we don't say anything, who will know?"
At this moment, humanity's most primal desires are testing this mother and son. Zizai is absolutely right. As long as
both of them keep their mouths shut, who would expect this widowed mother and son to commit incest?
Zizai's actions became increasingly outrageous. His godmother's pajamas had long since been thrown away, and her bra had been unhooked
. Her two full breasts were now in Zizai's hands, being played with. A mischievous mouth and a playful
tongue were licking her nipples. His godmother's nipples were already erect with excitement, and her lower body was already overflowing with lustful fluids. Even the last
line of defense had been unknowingly pulled down to her knees by Zizai.
"Is this alright...we're mother and son..."
"Can't mother and son love each other?"
"Mother and son can love each other, but...can they commit incest?"
Suddenly, a strong sense of morality surged into the godmother's heart. She felt she was doing something
unforgivable , a mother leading her son down the path of incest. She resolutely pushed Zizai away, ran naked
out of the room, leaving a bewildered Zizai sitting helplessly on the bed.
She had acted on her own initiative, but in the end, she was defeated by her conscience. Is morality really that
important? Incest between mother and son has existed throughout history and across cultures. Isn't it just a manifestation of human nature? Since it's
a deep-seated human desire, why impose moral codes to suppress the expression of true feelings? Just because they are
mother and son , why prevent a child of her own flesh and blood from entering her body again?
In the following days, the mother and son acted like strangers, even deliberately avoiding each other's gaze when they met. The once lively
Zizai became very silent, always locking himself in his room alone.
Despite her best efforts to salvage the nearly irreparable rift between mother and son, Zizai remained unmoved. The godmother
kept wondering if she had truly done something wrong. To satisfy her son's sexual fantasies, she was willing
to dress like a harlot; to provide him with easier outlets for his sexual desires, she bought an entire wardrobe of sexy
clothes;
to make it easier for him to peep, she even laid bare her private parts before him;
all because she refused to condemn her son to the incestuous fate of being a sinner, she was discarded like trash, not even deigning to glance
at . Had she really done something wrong?
Days passed, and the relationship between the godmother and Zizai deteriorated further. The anguish in the godmother's heart tormented her daily like an
invisible shackle, and the once radiant young woman aged considerably.
In truth, even the godmother didn't understand why she had reacted so strongly that night. If she had simply hardened her heart,
closed her eyes, and let her body and soul roam free, temporarily setting aside morality,
she could have avoided worrying about incest once everything was settled. Perhaps it was just a temporary decision, but she still chose
to back down gracefully .
After showering, the godmother wandered around the house thoughtfully. When she came to her senses, she
found herself standing outside Zizai's bedroom door. The door was locked, but a faint light shone from inside.
The godmother knew Zizai was still awake, but she didn't know what he was doing. Reading? Daydreaming? Or perhaps still occasionally
taking out her sexy underwear to masturbate? Had Zizai lost interest in her? Or had the last incident
made him lose faith in loving her?
She gently turned the handle and pushed the door open.
Zizai seemed somewhat surprised to see his mother enter his room again, but he chose to remain silent
until .
"Zizai, Mom wants to talk to you."
"What's there to talk about?" Zizai turned his back, looking somewhat impatient.
"Last time, Mom didn't mean to push you away, but... you know my difficulties."
"You have difficulties, but don't I? We're mother and son, but so what? Aren't I a man
and you a woman?"
"That's true, but Mom doesn't want to put you in the wrong position of incest."
Zizai turned around and grabbed his mother's hands, shouting excitedly, "I don't mind! I don't care about incest or anything like
that, I only know I love you! I want you!"
The godmother turned her head away, two lines of clear tears rolling down her cheeks. Hearing her son's heartfelt confession, she couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness.
She seemed to be blaming herself for being wrong to refuse him back then.
"Zizai... my darling... my sweet baby, Mom loves you too..."
"Mom... do you know how hard it is for me to love you... ever since I came back to your side, I can only
secretly love you. Haven't you ever noticed that I've never had any girlfriends? I
haven't even given them a second glance. Why? It's all because of you! Because my heart is full of you, so there's no room for
any other girl. Don't you feel anything at all?"
The bolder Zizai's confession was, the more guilty his godmother felt. Her son loved her so deeply,
couldn't she treat him the same way?
"It's not that Mom doesn't understand. Everything Mom has done is for you! Haven't you noticed that Mom has
almost become a different person lately? To satisfy your desires, Mom even dresses like a harlot every day. Can you
say I haven't felt anything?"
At this moment, the mother and son were like adversaries in court, telling each other
everything . After a heartfelt exchange, they gradually understood
the sacrifices the other had made. It turned out that all the problems stemmed from two words: "morality.
" Incest has been taboo since ancient times, but the more taboo something is, the more
attractive . Do people willingly break the taboo of incest just for momentary selfish desires? Perhaps only those involved
truly understand this question.
The godmother and her son, Zizai, are facing the biggest decision of their lives. They have the motive for incest, and they also have sufficient reasons
to support their incestuous relationship. They love each other, transcending the limitations of age, and now they must
transcend morality and ethics, because they firmly believe that love is the most irresistible reason, even though they are
mother and son connected by blood, and even though they know that this relationship is destined to be cursed.
The mother and son sit facing each other on the bed, holding hands. Tears well up in Zizai's eyes, while the godmother is already sobbing uncontrollably.
"Mom, I've said everything I needed to say. What are you going to do now?"
Chapter Eight: The First Wrong Step
. At one o'clock in the morning, the godmother lay naked on her son's bed.
Beside the bed were her underwear and bra, which her son had just gently removed. Zizai lay on his side next to his mother, one leg draped over her body, the other hand grasping and
playing with her breast...
"Zizai... please turn off the light... Mommy will be shy..."
"No, no, no... I like seeing Mommy blush shyly, like a little girl."
Zizai used his knee to nipple his mother's genitals. Under her son's playful teasing, the godmother's body slowly
began to react. Shyness, excitement, shame, pleasure, anticipation, worry… a tidal wave of conflicting emotions
washed over the godmother, churning her thoughts…
At this moment, all she could do was let her son have his way…
“Mom… I want to kiss you… is that okay…?”
“…Mom is now… yours… do whatever you want…”
Even the godmother herself couldn’t believe she would say such immoral things to her son, but to Zizai,
it was like a pardon. Just a few days ago, his mother had harshly rejected him, and now, in just a few
days , she had given him her body without reservation!
Having received permission, Zizai leisurely kissed his mother. Their four wet lips met, and his godmother
naturally opened her mouth. Zizai put his tongue into his mother's mouth, swirling it around haphazardly.
His godmother followed suit, putting her tongue into his mouth as well. The two exchanged saliva, sucking on each other's tongues, their kiss growing more intense and
wilder...
"Mommy's saliva...so sweet...so fragrant..."
His godmother wrapped one arm around Zizai's neck and the other around his buttocks. She naturally thrust her
private parts towards Zizai's genitals, rubbing her pubic mound against his penis.
"Mom...I love you so much...I want to...insert it into your...little hole..."
"I've...completely...gone to you...you must...treat Mom well...you know...
you
mustn't...let me...let my...good intentions go to waste..."
Zizai's hand moved from his mother's breasts to her genitals, his body pressing heavily against hers. Faced with
her son's forceful advances, the godmother naturally opened her legs, anticipating his penetration...
Zizai found his mother's entrance, first inserting his fingers inside and playing with it, causing her to
overflow itchy. Although Zizai's large penis had been waiting outside for a long time,
it hesitated to penetrate. The embarrassed godmother couldn't help but twist her lower body, constantly pressing her vulva against her son's penis
...
"Mom's so wet down there..."
"Good baby...stop teasing me...hurry...hurry..."
"Hurry what? I want Mom to say it herself."
Zizai asked knowingly, his purpose being nothing more than to make his mother feel even more ashamed and lewd.
"Hurry...hurry and put it into Mom's body...Mom needs you...needs your baby..."
Zizai got into position, his hips sinking down, a lustful penis reaching all the way in. To hide
the shame of her orgasm, even though her body was already extremely aroused, his godmother could only bite the quilt tightly, not daring to make
a sound, but sweat had already covered her face...
"Mmm...mmm...mmm..."
Zizai kept thrusting his penis in and out, and his godmother's mouth, biting the quilt, let out muffled moans.
Zizai, tasting the forbidden fruit for the first time, facing his beloved mother, a great woman, had forgotten
what it meant to be gentle and considerate, and didn't care whether his mother's body could withstand it, he just kept thrusting, thrusting, and
thrusting again...simply because the feeling of intercourse was just too wonderful.
"Zizai...Zizai..."
The godmother's endless murmurs aroused the wild beast deep within Zizai's heart. Despite the air conditioning in the room,
the mother and son were still drenched in sweat, their juices soaking the sheets. Zizai's penis filled his mother's vagina...
Fifteen
... Twenty... Twenty-five...
Zizai silently counted the number of thrusts into his mother. Although he had only masturbated before, Zizai still hoped
to leave his mother with a beautiful first memory.
"Mom...I can't take it anymore..."
"Don't...don't ejaculate...inside..."
Thick semen spurted out. Just as he was about to ejaculate, Zizai pulled out his penis and shot
his hot semen onto his mother's belly.
After a wild and unrestrained thrusting session, the godmother had already fainted from pleasure. Sweat and tears
streamed down her face. From this day forward, she and Zizai could no longer be just mother and son.
Chapter Nine: Unpredictable Fate
"So, you and your son Zizai must be very much in love, but you told me you
moved here to hide from him. The more I hear, the more confused I get."
It was several days later when I asked this question, but my godmother didn't want to say much. She blamed herself for drinking
too much that day, which led her to tell me this unspeakable thing. But since the words were already out, she hoped I wouldn't ask any more. As for myself,
for some reason, my godmother's story reminded me of my own mother.
"By the way, I wonder if the birthday present I gave you that day fits you?"
Unexpectedly, my godmother turned her back, stuck out her bottom, and slowly pulled up her skirt…
Sure enough, that sexy little pair of panties was on her, and I was quite moved.
"When it's your birthday, your godmother will give you a special gift."
"Really? You're not kidding me? It's not going to be my godmother's underwear, is it?"
"You're only half right. If you want my underwear, you can always get it from my room, why would I need to bring it to you?" "I'm
so excited! Did you buy some new underwear abroad?"
"You'll find out when the time comes."
My godmother checked her watch and asked if I had anything else planned for the afternoon. If not, she wanted me to accompany her for a walk in the East District.
Let's go. Shopping with my godmother has been the happiest thing for me lately, because every time we go shopping, she inevitably asks
me to go with her to buy some underwear, and this is the only opportunity I can openly walk into a women's underwear store.
My godmother took me to a store that specializes in French women's underwear. The owner of the lingerie store is
an old acquaintance of my godmother, so she warmly welcomed us in and
took for my godmother to try on. Standing to the side, watching my godmother and the owner playing with these sexy
underwear, chatting and laughing, made me feel very uncomfortable.
"Oh, right, I forgot to introduce you, this is my son."
"Oh...you must be Zizai, your mother often mentions you to me. Your mother calls me Ah Feng, so you can call me
Aunt Feng."
My godmother winked at me, signaling me not to expose her trickery. I immediately understood what my godmother meant and instantly
became "Zizai's incarnation." This made me and my godmother feel more comfortable in front of others.
My godmother lingered in the store for a while, picking out two sets of purple lingerie with silk lace and rose patterns—
the sexy and alluring style, exactly her favorite. Before leaving, she went back into the store and came out with a bag
.
"My godmother is a real lingerie fanatic, no less than me,"
I thought, deliberately waving the small bag in front of me.
"This is a birthday present!"
My godmother really was going to give me these alluring lingerie, but why did she say I only guessed
half right when I asked her this morning? What was the other half? Could it be…could it be…could it be that my godmother was going to
open the lingerie herself before giving it to me, carrying "Mom's scent"? If that's the case, I'll use
it to masturbate for the rest of my life!
Actually, I often sneaked into my godmother's bathroom to use her dirty underwear for masturbation. The underwear, stained with pale yellow
secretions exuded a captivating scent of female hormones,
mixed with the smells of sweat, perfume, and feces and urine, creating the most beautiful aroma in the world. Several times, I
was scolded by my godmother for ejaculating on her underwear while masturbating, but she seemed unconcerned.
Once, when I was enjoying the intense pleasure of the close friction between my penis and the soft fabric of her underwear
, my godmother suddenly burst into the bathroom. Caught red-handed, I hurriedly apologized.
"You boys just love playing these childish games!"
At the time, I didn't know that my godmother's son, Zizai, also had the habit of masturbating with her underwear. My godmother only punished me by making
me wash her underwear, without saying much more. She didn't even forbid me from using her underwear for masturbation afterward, only telling
me to remember to wash all her underwear afterward. As for me, I really didn't know if this was punishment or reward
. After hearing my godmother's story, I began to understand why she was like this, and
how her "underwear complex" came about.
"Besides my underwear, whose underwear do you use for masturbation?"
My godmother suddenly asked me this awkward question while I was washing her underwear.
"I used to steal some female students' underwear... I've used most of them..."
"What about your mother's underwear?"
"My mother? Don't joke around. My mother's underwear is old and conservative, some are even worn out
and still worn. Why would I be interested..."
My godmother gave a strange smile, as if she could see through my thoughts.
"Since you're not interested in your mother's underwear, how do you know there are holes in it?
Just tell me the truth."
"...A few times...but that was before I met my godmother. Since I got my godmother's...
I
haven't used my mother's underwear for masturbation."
"Since you have so many collections, and they're all trendy and sexy underwear for young girls, why would you
think of using your mother's old and outdated underwear?"
"Well...how should I put it...sometimes when I go into the bathroom to shower, I happen to see my mother's underwear that she just took off.
Although it's inconspicuous, but...when I think about it, it's underwear that she just took off from her crotch, and there's still...
her pubic . Holding it in my hand, I can even feel her body temperature, and my lower body can't help but get aroused
...I find it strange myself."
After listening, my godmother didn't scold me. Instead, she gave me a hug, as if to say, "Darling
, I understand how you feel," and then silently walked out of the bathroom.
Looking back now, it's surprising that my godmother's own son masturbates with her underwear.
It was only when she repeatedly asked me about my feelings for my mother that I slowly realized
I had also been attracted to my mother's underwear before my godmother appeared. Under her persistent questioning, I even reflected on my
peculiar feelings towards my mother's underwear, because by women's standards, it wasn't particularly
attractive . Perhaps my feelings for her underwear stemmed from my emotional attachment to her.
Chapter Ten: Mother
"Let's talk about your mother! It's unfair to only talk about me and my son; you need to be honest with your godmother too."
"My mom… there's nothing to talk about. She's neither as beautiful nor as modern as my godmother.
The kind of relationship you and your son have is unlikely to happen between me and my mother."
"Really? I often talk to your mother about you. From a woman's perspective,
I think you and your mother just lack some stimulation."
"I've already said there's nothing between me and my mother, let alone her feelings towards me."
"Your mother and you are practically identical, both prone to suppressing their emotions. From your
conversation, I can sense your strong Oedipus complex. Don't deny it; otherwise, you wouldn't be clinging to me
all the time . You're just using me as a substitute for your mother to lessen your guilt."
I remained silent, pondering every word my godmother said. She truly was an experienced woman; her
analysis was spot on. I do have an Oedipus complex. Older women make me feel safe, and
older, more feminine women are incredibly arousing. So, although my mother always gave me an impression of simplicity and
unapproachability , she was still the woman who most easily ignited my desires. I never understood this before
because I always saw my mother as just "mother," ignoring the fact that she was also a mature woman.
"Even if I agree with this part of your analysis, you said my mother, like me, is someone who suppresses her emotions."
How do you know that? "
A woman's intuition is very accurate. That day I went to your house to find you, but you were out. Your mother warmly
invited me in to chat. During our conversation, I could sense your mother's expectations for you and... a special
...
affection..."
"Affection? Is it the kind you have with your son?"
"Perhaps. Willing to sacrifice everything for her son is a feeling every mother has, and your
mother is no exception. When your mother talked about your deceased father, she only mentioned it lightly, but when she
talked about raising you, she became emotional and shed tears."
"This is perhaps a phenomenon common to single mothers."
"This is different. She was willing to remain a widow for ten years because she has always made you
the center . But one day, you and your sister will have your own families and leave your mother.
How will your mother live then?"
"I... will take my mother to live with me and take care of her."
"It's no use. No woman in the world would share the son she raised with
such hardship with another woman. I understand that feeling best."
"But this is an unavoidable situation."
"I don't think so! Haven't you ever thought about being closer to Mom... even once?"
My godmother's words were subtle, but I understood what she meant. My godmother bore
the stigma of incest for her son, but she never regretted it. As a mother herself, she understood the special
bond between mother and son. Now, she shifted the question to me, making me think deeply...
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked you such a blunt question."
"No, it's okay. Actually, this is a problem I'll have to face sooner or later."
After talking with my godmother and returning home, I started paying attention to my mother, whom I had neglected for a while.
"You're back. Did you go to Aunt Zhang's house again? Although she's very kind to you, don't always
bother her. It's embarrassing."
"Aunt Zhang lives alone. She's happy to have someone keep her company. How could it be a bother?"
"According to you, I'm also alone at home. Why don't you spend more time with me?"
Was my mother implying something? Or was I being influenced by my godmother's words and starting to become suspicious?
"Isn't your older sister at home?"
"Well...that's different. She's a girl, and you're a boy. She'll feel
safer with you at home."
Need a man's company? Is this my mother's second hint? Looking at my mother's back as she bent over,
mopping , aside from her slightly plump figure due to her forties, everything about her was still so graceful
and captivating. Perhaps my gaze had been deceived for years by her simple attire and clothing, causing me to
overlook the fact that my mother was also a stunningly beautiful woman.
Bent over, her low-cut neckline clearly revealed a deep cleavage and a pair of large breasts swaying back and
forth . Her high, pert buttocks, though slightly plump, contrasted beautifully with her snow-white
legs, round and full, arousing much desire.
Mother, oh Mother, why have I always overlooked you! If it weren't for my godmother's kind reminder, I might
never have discovered your goodness. Now, I only want to rekindle your long-extinguished
brilliance before you grow old.
I went to the bathroom and rummaged through the dirty laundry in the washing machine. I quickly found three or four pairs of women's underwear.
My sister's underwear was starting to show more daring styles, but compared to my godmother's, it was still
nothing . My mother's underwear, which I had been eagerly anticipating, remained plain and unchanged.
I sat on the toilet, playing with my sister's and mother's underwear. Since discovering my godmother's underwear,
I hadn't played this game for months. I opened my mother's plain beige panties. Aside from
a small lace flower adorning the waistband, there were no other decorations. The elastic band was loose and
frayed, and the panties were covered in long, dried, yellowish-powdery
patches were marks left by her labia, squeezed between her labia all day, absorbing her vaginal fluids
and emitting an incredibly strong, fishy smell. I involuntarily stuck out my tongue and licked the remaining
secretions, swallowing them with my saliva.
"If only Mother could wear underwear like my godmother's!"
I told my godmother about my experience masturbating in the bathroom with my mother's panties yesterday. My godmother
smiled and took a small package from the drawer. I glanced at it; it was
the birthday present she had said she was going to buy for me when we went shopping together that day.
"Take it!"
"But...my birthday isn't here yet!"
"I only said it was a birthday present, who said it was for you?"
"Then who is it for?"
"Your mother."
Hearing my godmother's words, I realized that tomorrow is my mother's forty-second birthday. My godmother told me that she accidentally found out
my mother , and the set of underwear in the bag was
a birthday gift prepared for my mother.
I opened the bag and a set of dark brown underwear immediately appeared before my eyes. The style of the underwear was a work by a
French designer, very gorgeous and eye-catching, but compared to the underwear that my godmother likes to wear, it seemed much more conservative.
This was probably because my godmother was concerned that my mother's conservative personality might not be able to accept underwear that was too avant-garde all at once.
"Now you don't have to worry about what gift to give your mother anymore."
"But... these are women's underwear! What son would give his mother underwear?"
"My son Zizai would, and you've given me underwear before, haven't you?"
"That's different. My mother is a very conservative person, I'm worried..."
"Don't worry, your godmother has thought of everything for you. You can say it like this, you say..."
After my godmother's instructions, I memorized every word she told me and
practiced all night, afraid of saying the wrong word.
Chapter Eleven: A Belated Gift
On the night of my mother's birthday, my older sister bought a cake to celebrate her birthday and gave her a bouquet of flowers.
"My younger brother has never given my mother a birthday present,"
my older sister complained, but my mother shook her head and said that as long as the thought is there, it's fine.
After nightfall, my older sister and mother went to their rooms to sleep, but I hesitated to
give . Just then, I heard footsteps outside the door.
"Aren't you asleep yet? Get some rest, you have class tomorrow."
"Mom... I..."
I nervously took the birthday present out of the drawer and wished my mother a happy birthday.
"Mom, this is the first time... I... I'm so happy..."
Just as my mother was about to open the bag, I quickly stopped her and told her why.
"This is a mysterious gift. I see Mom is always busy with housework and never thinks about
dressing . She wears the same clothes for seven or eight years. So, I specially asked Aunt Zhang to help Mom pick out
a dress. Aunt Zhang told me that this is a dress that every woman would like, so Mom will definitely
like it too. It's a magical dress that will make a woman radiant, but she didn't tell me what kind of
dress has this magic power, just to give you a surprise."
My mother became more and more curious and expectant as she listened. After thanking me, she went back to her room alone.
I didn't even want to think about how my mother would react after seeing the gift. I just
wanted to It was all her clever design.
The night passed, and nothing happened.
The next day, Mom was still wearing her simple dress and doing housework. I deliberately observed whether my mother had
changed into her sexy lingerie, but the dark dress made it impossible to see the style of her lingerie.
"Oh, by the way, yesterday's birthday present... Aunt Zhang picked out some nice clothes for Mom, why
don't you wear them out so we can all see them?"
I deliberately tried to get information out of Mom, and also took the opportunity to tease her a little.
"This...this...isn't appropriate for this time of day..."
"Doesn't Mom like it?"
"No...the clothes are very pretty, it's just that..."
"It's probably a formal dress or something, you must wear it for me sometime."
"...Hmm..."
Mom didn't comment, just gave a vague reply.
After leaving the house, I immediately went to my godmother's house and told her about my mother's reaction.
"If she's angry, she's really angry. If she doesn't say it, she just keeps it to herself."
"Really?"
"Go check the dirty clothes in the washing machine. I bet that set of underwear will be there soon."
"Are you so sure, godmother? Maybe Mom will just throw that set away."
"No, trust me. I'm a woman, and I've been there. I initially
bought those sexy, revealing lingerie to satisfy my son's desires, but gradually, I found myself deeply
in love with them. No woman can resist beautiful clothes, including underwear."
"Honestly, I have no confidence in the future." "
I don't encourage you to follow in my footsteps. After all, not every loving mother and son has a happy ending.
I'm a failed example. Just let things take their course. I'm helping you this way because I want you to know that
a mother really needs a man's support, especially for her own flesh and blood.
All her sacrifices need to be worthwhile. Even if the plan fails, a mother and son are still a mother and son, just with different methods. I
won't let you follow in my footsteps."
"Haven't you always wanted to know what happened between me and my son? It's a very
embarrassing past. I originally wanted to bury it deep in my memory, to let it disappear forever. But to give you
some confidence in your and your mother's future, I'll tell you the whole story! I just hope you won't repeat my son Zizai's
mistakes and let your mother down."
"It's not as serious as Godmother makes it out to be."
"Humans are strange creatures. Other animals only have basic physiological needs. A dog, once
it's eaten and drunk its fill , will obediently follow your commands. But human desires are a bottomless pit, never satisfied
.
A mother and son falling in love, even engaging in incest—such a huge shock can indeed cause a person to lose their original
reason, from the heart, to the body, and then… this path has no end."
"Godmother, the more you talk, the more confused I get. I know the seriousness of incest. Actually, before you
told me your story, and even before you reminded me of the delicate relationship between my mother and me, I never thought about this
issue. Even if I can't develop a deeper relationship with my mother, isn't maintaining our current mother-son relationship good enough?"
"Do you really think so?"
"This... I..."
"You hesitated. You know very well that if you don't do this, you'll regret it for the rest of your life."
Indeed, I really admire my godmother's ability to see into people's hearts. Perhaps, as someone who was once involved, she has a personal experience that
outsiders cannot understand. I lied to my godmother, I lied to myself. Although I have a general
worldly view of incest, believing that incest is indeed unforgivable, I must also admit that in the dark side of my heart, I
constantly yearn for the warmth of my mother's touch. Coupled with my family environment and my relationship with my mother, these are
the perfect breeding ground for incestuous relations between mother and son.
Chapter Twelve: A Detailed Account from the Beginning
"Since that night when I gave my body to my son, Zizai, we were no longer mother and son.
Although this situation was expected, the impact on me was still enormous, and it was really hard
to adjust for a while. To Zizai, who am I? My biological mother? My lover? Or just a tool for sexual release? Zizai
didn't know, and even I, as his mother, was confused.
The next morning, I woke up from my sleep and suddenly felt an itch in my lower body. Looking up, I found
Zizai kneeling between my legs, licking my vulva.
'Mom, you're awake? This way of waking you up is quite special, isn't it! Look, Mom's pussy is
so , let's do it again.'
Zizai is a child with a very strong sex drive. He had always been in a state of repression, and suddenly finding me
as an object to release his sexual desires made him very proud. He was in a state of excitement every day. As for
me, every time I made love to him, my guilt deepened, causing me great pain."
Unable to refuse, Zizai's hot penis once again plunged into my tired vagina.
I can't deny that during sex with my son, I did experience an unprecedented orgasm, a surge of pleasure...
The excessive vaginal fluids could even soak the entire bed sheet. Although Zizai was a virgin before, his sexual
skills were comparable to any adult man—perhaps this was his innate talent!
Naively, I originally only wanted to provide my son with lewd underwear for masturbation, but in the end, I also
fell the abyss of incest. But I don't regret it. As long as Zizai loves me, takes care of me, and stays with me, all
the sacrifices are worthwhile.
Although I am already his, and he can have my body anytime and do whatever he wants,
he still seems to have a special fondness for my underwear. Therefore, at his request, I
must for him to admire and play with. Only when I wear these underwear
can he truly go crazy.
"Mom, hurry up and change into these underwear. I put a lot of effort into getting them."
Zizai somehow got some extremely lewd underwear; just looking at it could make one blush and their heart race,
let alone wearing it for her son to play with?
"Zizai, how about I put it on for you in the room tonight? Mommy will be shy."
I don't know when it started, but whenever I don't do what he wants, he gets angry and
yells at me, forcing me to comply. It's obvious he's forgotten that I'm his biological mother.
He drew the living room curtains, pushed me onto the sofa, and roughly ripped off all my clothes,
forcing me to put on those extremely perverted underwear. I was terrified and trembled as I
put . Zizai then pressed me down on the sofa again, and through the thin bra, he used his strong hands
to squeeze and twist my breasts. I felt like my breasts were about to burst, but Zizai was unusually
excited . He had a cold smile on his lips, and his other hand reached down to my genitals, again
rubbing my labia through the thin panties.
"Mom said she didn't like it, your juices have soaked your panties..."
"Stop talking...please..."
Zizai played with my body through my panties and bra for almost ten minutes. Strangely, I gradually became excited from
the pain nipples became erect and stiff, and my clitoris was engorged with blood like a small bean. Seeing this, Zizai
didn't take off my panties, but just pulled the bottom of them to the side, exposing my vulva completely. Before
I could react, his big penis was already inside me.
"Mom...this kind of game...makes you...excited too..."
"Zizai...Mom is a...slutty woman..."
"I like...Mom...your lewd appearance...I'm going to cum...inside my hole..."
A thick, hot liquid spurted into my cavity again, reaching my core.
At this moment, I truly knew what the real me was. I used to think women only needed
a spiritual life , but now, I've not only discovered sexual pleasure, but also discovered I have a strong masochistic streak.
When Zizai roughly played with my body in a perverse way, I actually experienced the feeling of shuttling
between . The only thing is, the man who gave me all this was my own flesh and blood.
At this point, I'm completely liberated. All my principles as a mother, all my morals and ethics,
are bullshit. I only know that I'm a woman gradually entering middle age, possessing a
body that constantly craves stimulation, and the only man who can satisfy me is my son—Zizai.
Zizai pulled his limp penis out of my vagina. Looking at that fleshy penis covered in semen and vaginal fluid, I
couldn't help put it in my mouth. The penis full of foreign matter tasted different, incredibly fishy and foul, but
in my mouth, it was sweeter than any nectar.
"Mom...you're giving me oral sex...I'm so touched!"
My passionate actions surprised Zizai, who also lowered his head and
licked . As his tongue slid between my labia, I couldn't help but climax twice more. He imitated
me, swallowing all the fluid that seeped from my vulva. Mother and son performed oral sex in a 69 position for a full
half hour .
From then on, I could say that I was completely his woman...or rather, his exclusive sex toy. Before the
incestuous relationship, Zizai felt more infatuation than lust for me, his mother, but after the incident,
there was no longer a trace of love in his heart, only endless evil desire.
Suffering from physical and mental torment, I found myself deeply trapped in it. Perhaps he was
the second possess my body. I developed an extreme dependence on him. As long as he paid attention to me,
I didn't care if he abused or mistreated me.
My complete obedience to my son led me to abandon the dignity of a mother, which was my
first mistake. Because my son's appetite grew, simple intercourse could no longer satisfy his ever-increasing
sexual desires. "
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The Underwear Romance - Part
13: The Slave of Desire
" The story of my godmother became increasingly explicit and taboo, but she made no attempt to hide her use of the most direct words to describe
her sexual encounters with her son. This was a world of difference compared to her first drunken confession. I
sensed that my godmother's actions were intentional, as if she wanted me to deeply understand the joys and sorrows of incest.
"Godmother...would you like to rest for a while...?"
"No need, because the story is just beginning. The following story will answer
the questions that have been nagging at you for days: why, after committing incest, did I choose to hide from my son?"
"Is it...that your son started doing some...perverted sexual abuse to you?"
"You're only half right."
"Half again? What's the other half?"
One evening, I was cooking in the kitchen when Zizai suddenly rushed in, saying he wanted to
have sex in the kitchen. I didn't object, because before this, we had sex almost every day, but
only in the bedroom. Having sex in the kitchen was indeed a novel and exciting idea, but dinner was only half-finished.
What should I do?
Zizai wanted me to take off all my clothes, leaving only an apron, and continue cooking. Wearing only an
apron , I felt very uncomfortable. Then Zizai picked up two small cucumbers from the table and waved them in front of me...
I immediately understood his wicked idea. Although I had masturbated with cucumbers and carrots before, it didn't feel
comfortable .
"Don't do that, just have sex... Ah!"
Before I could finish speaking, Zizai had already inserted one of the cucumbers into my vagina. The unpeeled
cucumber had a slight prickle on the skin, but for the sensitive vaginal walls, it was indescribable.
My vaginal fluid gushed out from my flower, immediately wetting the cold cucumber.
"Feels good, doesn't it... Mom... This is our dinner... Don't waste it..."
"Zizai... Don't do this... You're abusing Mom... It hurts... It hurts..."
"Look, Mom has so much vaginal fluid... You're amazing, even my thighs are wet..."
"Don't stop... Mom wants yours... Put it in... Don't use the cucumber..."
The cucumber, now a sex toy in his hand, scraped several fine
scratches inside my vagina with each thrust, but the pain strangely transformed into a tingling sensation, making my whole body tremble.
"Want my cock? First, use Mommy's little mouth to serve me."
Zizai had already taken off his pants and was sitting on the dining table, a thick, veiny penis standing erect between his legs.
Without hesitation, I took it into my mouth, sucking and spitting it out rhythmically like an engine piston.
"Mommy... your mouth skills... are really amazing... I want... to shoot in Mommy's mouth... Mommy
wants to swallow every last drop..."
At this moment, Zizai inserted another small cucumber into my anus. Stimulated, I sucked his penis even
tighter Soon, a thick, hot liquid gushed out from the urethral opening, spraying straight
into my throat, leaving me no choice but to swallow his semen.
"Mommy is such a slutty woman. Was my soup good? Don't waste it."
The penis, now limp after ejaculating, was still not satisfied and wanted me to lick it. But in
less than three minutes, the previously limp penis immediately became vigorous again, making me admire my
son's youthful vitality.
"Mom, look, my little brother is back to life. It's my turn now."
He pressed my upper body against the dining table, my buttocks sticking up high, and
pulled the cucumber that was inserted between my anus and vagina out hard.
"Ouch...it hurts...be gentle..."
"Mom's asshole is still a virgin, right? How about I deflower Mom?"
"No...don't put it there...it will hurt a lot...ouch...um..."
Zizai completely ignored my pleas. My anus, which had just been loosened by the cucumber, was suddenly
pierced by his penis. Anal sex is really uncomfortable, even painful, but at this moment, it
gave me an unprecedentedly fresh feeling. Am I really a slutty woman? I started to
have this question myself.
Apart from the dining table in the kitchen, the sofa in the living room, the bathroom, and the balcony were all places where he abused me, his mother
. Although I still wanted to retain some dignity as a mother, in front of him, I was just his sex
toy , an object for his sexual gratification.
For over a year, I endured this torment of abuse by my own son. Suffering immense physical and mental anguish, I reached
my breaking point. My health deteriorated daily, and I drifted in and out of consciousness. But Zizai
didn't stop; in fact, he intensified his abuse. He even tied me to a chair with a rope and
tried to lure a stray dog with him… Luckily, the dog seemed uninterested, allowing me
to escape . From that moment on, I desperately wanted to end this relationship.
But I knew perfectly well that once incest began, it would never end. Asking Zizai to let go
was impossible. The only thing I could do was escape!
The rest of the story is my escape, nothing much to tell. I moved several times
until I became your neighbor, finally giving me the desire to settle down.
…
“Godmother, after all this, do you regret… having incest with your son?”
My godmother shook her head firmly without hesitation.
"Not at all, because I know it's my destiny. I just made a mistake—I didn't
understand what kind of person my son was beforehand."
"Then why would you encourage me and my mother…aren't you afraid I'll make the same mistake?"
"I have faith in you. In the time I've spent with you, I know you're kind-hearted and have all
the conditions for incest. That's your destiny. You don't need to run away; you should face it. I've always thought, if I
had a son as good as you, I'd almost want to appear before you willingly! That's why I adopted you as my godson."
"So…godmother is also interested in…with me…"
My godmother smiled without answering, her strange expression making my heart flutter. Had I really hit the nail on the head?
"If you behave well, your godmother will seriously consider it."
"Really? How do I have to behave?"
"Start with your mother. This is a selfish thought of mine, but I hope that you can fulfill
the dream achieve."
"An unattainable dream?"
"A harmonious family with only sex and love, without violence or abuse. Most men love for sex,
but most women have sex for love. You love your mother and have sexual fantasies about her. And your mother
?
Love goes without saying. Next, we'll have to maintain it through sex. A mother-son relationship with both love and sex
is my lifelong dream."
"But...but...I have no idea what my mother thinks. Besides, I'm a virgin.
Even if I wanted to, I wouldn't know where to start."
"You little rascal, everyone knows what you're thinking! You want your godmother to teach you, right?"
"Godmother is wise. I can't hide anything from you." My godmother saw through my thoughts, so I could only smile awkwardly.
"Okay, starting today, you'll report to me daily on your and your mother's progress. Your godmother will provide guidance based on
the situation , and if things really get crucial... your godmother won't be stingy."
"Really? Godmother, you can't back out! With your promise, I'll definitely fulfill your dream
."
For the next month or so, I reported my mother's situation to my godmother every day without fail, but what was truly astonishing...
To my dismay, the mother-son relationship, which I had hoped would see a remarkable breakthrough after sending the underwear, did not go
as smoothly as my godmother had anticipated. My mother still did not react at all, and I checked the bathroom and balcony several times a day, but
the underwear I had sent to my mother never appeared.
"Is it because Mom thinks the underwear is too sexy that she's afraid to wear it? Or is she angry with me because of this?
Why isn't there any progress?"
"It's a bit difficult. Although your mom appears conservative, my
woman long-suppressed emotions are about to explode. I think... something's missing?"
"Godmother, don't keep me in suspense, what is it?"
"A catalyst. It's your initiative."
"Didn't I already give her sexy underwear?"
"That's not enough. You have to strike while the iron is hot, but you've just been waiting. You should actively create
opportunities to be alone with your mother, and then use some drastic measures."
"But... I've never dated my mom or a woman her age before, I don't know
what to do."
"If you're going to do something, do it right. I'll be your practice partner."
"Really?! That's great!"
"But if you don't study hard, I won't be happy."
"I know that, let's start today." And so, my godmother volunteered to be my date, so I could simulate any situation I might encounter
when I invited my mother out in the future .
My godmother is indeed a worldly woman. Her insight into and understanding of people's hearts
is truly inescapable, especially when it comes to women. In just one week, I
learned many techniques from her for pleasing older women, even how to exploit their weaknesses and catch them off guard.
With a little bit of self-inflicted suffering, I'm confident I can make my mother submit to me.
Chapter Fourteen: My Mother's Confession
Perhaps it was truly fate that allowed me to overhear my mother's words—let's call it a sincere
confession . To her, Aunt Zhang was an "outsider," completely unaware that Aunt Zhang was actually my
godmother. She thought that confessions to outsiders were harmless, but little did she know that as she spoke,
I was listening intently from the next room, word for word…
That day, while I was chatting with my godmother at her house, the doorbell rang. My godmother went to answer the door and heard
my mother's voice outside. On a whim, I got up and hid in the storage room next to the living room, leaving the door
half This way, I could hide and still clearly see and hear everything happening outside.
"Ms. Zhang, I'm sorry to bother you."
"Don't be so polite, we've been neighbors for so long. By the way, is there something special you need?"
"Oh, it's like this, Xiao Quan often bothers you, and I feel a little bad about it. I apologize in advance."
"No, it's not like that. That child is very well-behaved. Besides, I live alone, and it's good that he keeps me company."
"It's all my fault as a mother. I can't even control my own child, and I have to trouble you." "
Actually, A Bao often mentions you to me..."
"Really... what did he... say?" My mother seemed very concerned about this question.
"He said that it's very hard for you to raise two children on your own, and he is very grateful for your upbringing."
"Anything else?"
"And... this..." I knew my godmother was teasing my mother, deliberately speaking
hesitantly , and my mother indeed seemed a little anxious.
"He said Mother is good, but she lacks... a bit of fun in life. He said if Mother could... um...
"
"I know I'm a bit serious in front of the children, but I really don't know what to do. I'm not like you,
always at the forefront of the times, so trendy, fashionable, and witty. I want to change, but how can I let go of
my motherly image..."
"Mrs. Li, don't be so impulsive. We're both women, I understand your feelings very well."
"Miss Zhang, I'm a simple-minded woman. Abao listens to you a lot. Please help me.
Recently, I've noticed that Abao's behavior is a bit... strange. I can't quite put my finger on why, but I know you must
know the reason. Please tell me!"
The godmother deliberately pretended to be very troubled, hesitating several times, leaving the mother at a loss.
"I know the reason, but if you want to solve this problem, you have to honestly tell me what you're
thinking . Only then can I truly help you. We're all women, I don't think there's anything to be embarrassed about."
The mother, of course, nodded vigorously to get the answer.
"Actually... although Abao didn't say it explicitly, I could sense that he's always regarded you as his
idol. Rather than saying he worships you, it's more accurate to say he has a strong Oedipus complex."
"What? Oedipus complex... you mean, Abao likes me, his mother?"
The godmother nodded firmly.
"Don't be surprised, my biological son is just like Abao now, even stronger."
"Then... what should I do?"
"That's up to you. I can't help you, because feelings are mutual. The problem does
n't change because of the relationship, even between mother and son."
"Miss Li, you..."
"Just as you thought, I accepted my son, not for any other reason than because I love him deeply, and I'm even
willing to give up everything for him. Since our happiness is in our own hands, only a close union
is the only way to achieve happiness."
The mother, shocked, knew that further questioning might touch on her privacy, so she immediately changed
the subject, but she already understood why her godmother wanted her to be honest.
"This is a problem between you and your son, and I shouldn't interfere. But how to resolve it is something
only . As for you, what's your attitude towards Abao?"
"This... I..."
"The truth is harsh, but sometimes only by facing reality can problems be solved. As someone
who's been through this, I advise you that people don't necessarily have to live under the shadow of traditional morality. So-called morality and ethics
are also designed by people, but behind closed doors, there's another world that belongs to you, a
world where you don't have to live under the moral judgment of others all the time. Forgive me for saying these outrageous things, but these are
my true feelings, and I think you'll feel the same way."
The mother remained silent, utterly bewildered and slightly agitated by her godmother's blunt explanation.
"You really think... I could too..."
"There's no 'can' or 'can', only 'willing' or 'unwilling.' I know making this decision is incredibly painful, but I
believe it's worth it for the sake of true love. You... love Abao too, right?"
"Me? How should I put it? He's my own flesh and blood, how could I not love him? But I'm not sure
if this love is familial or romantic?"
"That is indeed difficult to discern, but if you think about your possessiveness towards your son, your excessive concern for him, and
your selfless devotion to him, you'll find that it's no different from romantic love."
The godmother's eloquence was superb; the simple-minded mother didn't even have a chance to think, completely captivated
by her theory of mother-son love.
"Having been his mother your whole life, it's really hard to make such a big change all at once. I suggest you
change yourself slowly. If you really feel it's not right later, it's not too late to turn back. But if you refuse outright from the beginning,
you might ruin the happiness of both of you."
"Then... what should I do?"
"Remember on your birthday, Abao asked me to help you pick out a gift. I chose a sexy set of
lingerie , hoping you would completely change from the inside out. From my observation, you have naturally good looks,
but because you've always lacked a man by your side who's worth dressing up for you, you've neglected your beauty."
"That set of lingerie... actually... I only wore it once..."
"Was it too revealing? Or did you not like what I picked out?"
"No, actually I was very happy to receive this gift, but when I couldn't help but put it on
, I had a strange feeling, like... like Abao was tightly binding my private parts,
which made me feel very ashamed, so..."
"This further proves that you've always had the same thoughts as Abao, you just openly
admitted it when you took the law. If you're willing, I'll help you with Abao's side, but as for you, you have to
overcome it ; no one can help you."
After thanking me, my mother went home, filled with inner turmoil. And me? I already knew what I had to
do.
Chapter Fifteen: Midnight Teasing
Women are herd animals, and even my mother is no exception. When she's unsure of her own thoughts,
she'll keep getting stuck in a rut. But when a second woman agrees with her thoughts, or
when she gets the same consensus from other women, she'll start to do without hesitation
what .
Since talking to my godmother yesterday, my mother seems much more cheerful, her previously
serious expression replaced by a constant smile.
"Mom, what's making you so happy? You've been smiling all day."
When my sister asked my mother, puzzled, a shy blush flashed across my mother's face, and she looked somewhat embarrassed.
"No...nothing, you seem to be in a good mood."
Of course I knew why, but I kept pretending to be nonchalant. However, one thing caught my
attention : my mother's clothing.
She usually wore a shirt and shorts at home, but today she was wearing a pale yellow dress.
No wonder even my sister noticed something unusual about her. But what I noticed wasn't just her dress;
as she bent down to sit, I caught a glimpse of her bra through the dress's wide neckline.
I already knew all of my mother's underwear inside and out, but the bra she was wearing today seemed to be the birthday gift I gave
her. If that was the case, then perhaps the panties she was wearing were also...
Finally, night fell. After my mother finished her morning shower, I habitually went into the bathroom, eagerly
grabbed the laundry basket, and opened the clothes. Sure enough, there it was—the sexy lingerie I had been longing for
day and night !
My mother had finally agreed to wear it!
I was so happy I almost cried. I excitedly pressed the panties to my face and sniffed them, only to find
the bottom was wet. Although I wasn't sure what it was, it smelled strongly of urine. Was
my mother through her panties? Or was she unable to resist leaking fluid because it was the first time she wore sexy panties?
I didn't care. I wrapped my already throbbing penis in the panties and started rubbing it quickly.
"Mom...you finally wore...these panties..."
Through my mother's super high-quality silk panties, I recklessly ejaculated
onto the panties covering my mother's labia majora.
"Godmother, godmother, such wonderful news! My mom finally wore those lingerie sets! Just as you predicted,
she's starting to change. Do you think... it's time for me to confess to her?"
"Not yet, be patient. But you can try to get closer to her and break down that long-standing distance.
Remember the dating training we did a while ago?"
"You want me to ask my mom out?"
"No matter who she is, as long as she's a woman, once you break through that first line of defense, everything else is secondary."
Following my godmother's instructions, I mustered my courage and invited my mother out. Things went surprisingly smoothly.
When my mother heard I wanted to ask her out shopping and to the movies, she happily agreed, even reminding me not to let
my sister know.
On our first date, I was a little nervous. When my mother appeared before me in her stylish dress
, I was quite taken aback. Her outfit wasn't particularly sexy, but for my mother, who had always
dressed , this woman exuded an irresistible feminine charm.
"Mom...you look so beautiful today! I've never seen you wear this before."
"This...I bought it especially for today...our outing together."
Bought it for me? I couldn't believe my conservative mother would dress up for me. Touched, I
realized the distance between us was about to disappear.
The date went very smoothly, and we had a wonderful day. From then on, we often
went out together, always inseparable, whether shopping or just strolling around. Gradually, I noticed my somewhat serious
mother starting to flirt with me. Having tasted this sweetness, I even made some more intimate
gestures towards her, but she didn't react at all.
Under my godmother's careful guidance, my mother also began to learn how to dress herself. She started buying cosmetics...
I often buy myself pretty clothes, and of course, a whole bunch of sexy and beautiful
lingerie Thanks to my godmother, lately I've had an endless supply of sexy underwear for masturbation every day.
I even discovered that my mother has thrown away all her old-fashioned underwear and bras.
"Even my old-fashioned mother has started to love sexy lingerie; it's all thanks to my godmother."
"I think your mother isn't just wearing them because she likes them; half the reason might be because of you."
I told my godmother about the time I used her underwear to masturbate and ejaculated on it.
My godmother's deduction was actually quite reasonable. After discovering that I was using her worn underwear to masturbate, my mother
must have considered many possibilities. Her choice to remain silent and start buying sexy lingerie was,
in effect, her way of declaring to me that I could enjoy her underwear to my heart's content!
"Godmother, what should I do next?"
"It's time for you to personally give your mother some underwear. Give her even sexier underwear this time,
and I believe the effect will be completely different, because your mother is no longer the same mother she used to be."
Chapter Sixteen Happy Mother's Day
"Mom, Happy Mother's Day!"
Mother's Day has arrived, and my sister bought a bouquet of carnations for our mother.
"I originally wanted to give you a pretty dress, but Mom has changed so much lately. Not only does she know how to dress herself up,
but she has also become much prettier. I almost didn't recognize you."
"Really?"
My mother smiled awkwardly, but my mother and I both knew the reason.
"Little brother, where's your gift?"
"This year I'm going to give Mom a special gift, so I'll keep it a secret for now."
"Come on, there's no gift at all. You're just making excuses."
Ignoring my sister's sarcasm, after dinner, I took advantage of my sister's absence and went to
my mother . Just as I was about to reach my mother's door, she suddenly came out of the room.
"Oh! Bao, is something wrong?"
I saw that my mother was carrying a stack of clothes, as if she was about to go into the bathroom to take a shower.
"Yes...this is my birthday present for Mom."
My mother took the gift and weighed it in her hand.
"Thank you so much...I'll open it after I shower."
"No...I mean, Mom can take it to the bathroom, I think it will come in handy."
After saying that, I was already blushing deeply and rushed into my room.
Although my mother has changed a lot recently, and my relationship with her has gone from being distant to
being close, I still couldn't imagine how she
would feel .
The waiting time passed by, and my anxious heart made me restless.
"Knock! Knock!"
Just as I expected, there was a knock on the door.
"May I come in?"
My mother was wearing a bathrobe, and her hair was still wet, obviously she had just finished showering.
"Thank you for the gift. I just wanted to tell you that Mom really likes it. Did Aunt Zhang
pick it out for you again?"
"No... this time... I picked it out for Mom myself... I don't know... if it fits?"
My mother blushed. I couldn't imagine what could make a forty-year-old woman
so shy. That's the magic of underwear.
"Won't the shop assistants think it's strange for a boy to buy women's underwear?"
"I often go shopping for underwear with Aunt Zhang, so I know the owner of the underwear shop well. The style of this underwear
was suggested by the owner. Mom said she likes it, so her taste is indeed unique."
"You often go shopping for underwear with Aunt Zhang? When will you take Mom to that shop you mentioned?"
My mother seemed a little jealous about this, but she had fallen right into my trap.
"I'm happy to go with you anytime, as long as Mom is happy."
"It's settled then! I'll
wear this gift, along with the one from last time, often. After all, it's all from my heart."
Mom seemed to realize she'd said something inappropriate and turned to leave.
"Mom...can I...see...the gift I gave you?"
"You naughty child, I'm already so old, still teasing me like that...let me think about it."
My mother left, leaving much room for imagination. Mom didn't say "no," but "think about it
," implying "want it but still a little hesitant." Perhaps tonight was my best chance.
It was already dark, and my heart was pounding faster with the approach of night.
I involuntarily walked out of my room, towards the puppet being led, heading straight for my mother's room.
"Is that Abao? Come in and help Mom, okay?"
I had just reached my mother's door when she called out to me, seemingly having been waiting for a long time, and invited me inside.
As soon as I entered the room, I saw my mother wearing a sleeveless white dress, looking very pretty and cute. Her hands were behind her back
, as if she was tugging at something.
"Could you help me unzip the back?"
My mother turned around, revealing that the zipper of her dress ran straight from her hips to her back, completely open.
Her underwear was clearly visible. Although she said she wanted me to unzip the dress, she really
wanted me to see the underwear she had given her.
"Does the dress look good?" my mother asked.
"It looks good...it looks good inside and out...anything Mom wears looks good."
My mother smiled, a very happy smile.
"I asked you if this new white dress I bought looks good! Look at you! Where are your eyes looking?" "
If there's nothing else, I'll go out now." "
Don't rush, Mom...I want to talk to you."
My mother pulled me to sit on the edge of the bed. This was the first time she had done this, and I was a little nervous.
"Mom is very grateful for your kindness towards me lately. I think it's all because of Aunt Zhang."
"To be honest, Aunt Zhang has taught me a lot, including... how to get along with you."
"I should thank her, because... I've also learned a lot from her."
After saying this, my mother and I smiled at each other, but we were probably thinking the same thing.
Then, a silence fell. Both my mother and I wanted to make things clear, but neither of us was willing to
speak first. Finally, after a few minutes of struggle, my mother broke the silence.
"Xiaobao, there are many things in life that can't be forced. For example, you can't stop two people who love each other from
loving , and you can't sever the blood ties with your family. Originally, loving someone is a very simple thing,
but some people are destined to love very painfully... Do you know what I'm talking about?"
I nodded, and my mother continued.
"I've thought a lot about this lately and have come to some understanding, but loving someone is a matter between two people. If either party
misinterprets the situation, it will not only ruin the original relationship, but sometimes it can even turn them into enemies. I don't want that to happen."
"Mom, I only know that if two people love each other, they should bravely face it, otherwise it will only cause
lifelong regret."
"Do you... love me?"
"Yes!" I said with the most resolute tone I had ever used in my life.
"Is it the kind of love you have for your mother?"
"More and more. Let me put it this way, if I had been born twenty years earlier, I would definitely have married Mom."
"If you had another chance in twenty years, would you seize it?"
"Definitely! I..."
My mother covered my mouth with her index finger, telling me to stop talking, because everything was already clear.
My mother stood up and turned her back to me again.
"Could you please unzip my back again?"
Chapter Seventeen Returning to Mother's Gentle Land
At my mother's request, all the lights in the room were turned off, and I could only vaguely
see my mother's graceful curves through the streetlight shining in from the window.
"Can't you leave some light? I want to see Mom's body... and... what she looks like wearing only underwear..."
"I haven't been naked in front of any man for so many years... Mom will be shy..."
"I... don't know where to start..."
Although I had learned a lot about men and women from my godmother, it was all just verbal instruction. When it came to
actually doing , I panicked. My mother couldn't help but laugh at my awkward appearance. That smile eased the tense atmosphere of
our first time together considerably.
Guided by my mother, we climbed naked onto her large bed—the
bed originally bought for my mother and father to make love, now a tool for me to conquer her for the first time.
"I...want to kiss Mom's lips..."
"You jerk! Mom's already lying naked in your arms, and you're still asking such a stupid question!"
With that, my mother offered her lips, her soft, warm red lips instantly melting my
heart, but making my penis even harder!
My mother's tongue, like a large leech, tightly entwined with mine, and we exchanged saliva incessantly.
My hands, uncontrollably, roamed gently over my mother's sensitive areas. My mother offered no resistance, only
moving her blood-red body, filled with desire.
"Little baby...stop...tickling Mommy..."
"Mommy's nipples are hard...so wet down there..."
I finally managed to break free from my mother's mouth and moved to her dark
brown engorgement. As soon as I started sucking, my mother trembled all over as if she had a seizure. Although I
couldn't get a single drop of milk out of her breasts at this moment, I still sucked hard and earnestly.
"Oh...um...so beautiful...it's been so long...I haven't felt this way."
"Can Mommy suck mine too?"
Before my mother could answer, I had already grabbed my raging penis and shoved it into her mouth.
"Um...um...little baby...you're so naughty..."
"Ah...ah...Mommy...you're so amazing...it feels so good..."
Having only ever masturbated before, this was the first time I had experienced the pleasure of "oral sex." I was excited and wanted to ejaculate. I held my mother's head
with both hands and thrust my penis into her mouth.
"Ah...ah...ah...I can't take it anymore...I'm going to cum..."
Thick, foul-smelling semen poured into my mother's throat like a torrent. She
swallowed it all with two gulps, only spitting out the sticky, limp penis after a long while.
"Mom, I'm sorry, I...I shot it all into your mouth..."
"It doesn't taste very good, but...anything yours, Mom likes."
"Mom, let me serve you too!"
"Serve me?"
Before my mother could even process what I was saying, I had already crawled between her legs, burying my head in her genitals. I
pulled a pillow under her buttocks to make her genitals more prominent, then hoisted her legs onto my
shoulders. Once everything was ready, I was greeted by the mysterious cave I had dreamed of.
Although the room was dimly lit, I could still vaguely see the thick pubic hair scattered on her mons pubis.
Below pubic hair, there was a split—the place where I was born!
I used my index and middle fingers to part my mother's labia majora, revealing the secret opening protected by her labia minora
. I couldn't wait to lick the entrance with the tip of my tongue, and my mother, surprisingly, moaned loudly.
"Mmm...mmm...don't...it's so embarrassing...Mom will feel ashamed..."
Streams of egg-white-like love fluid gushed from my mother's vagina. This stuff, commonly known as "vaginal fluid,"
didn't taste very good, but it drove me absolutely wild! My tongue kept moving in and out of her opening, and my mother
's "vaginal fluid" almost overflowed.
"Oh...oh...I can't take it anymore...stop playing with Mommy...just put it in already...
" "Isn't this what I'm doing?"
"I mean...um...you're so annoying...you just want Mommy to...ask for it..."
Strangely enough, my penis, which had ejaculated just five minutes ago, was reborn under the stimulation of my mother's vaginal fluids. It was
time to reflect on how long this journey had been. The moment my penis entered my mother's vagina, I almost
burst into tears of excitement. Yes, Mommy! Great Mommy! I've finally returned to your embrace!
Chapter Eighteen: The New Life Movement
After three hours of fighting, I ejaculated three more times. My mother kissed my cheeks with satisfaction,
praising my prowess.
"I think you could do even better."
My mother patted my head with satisfaction and gently rubbed my slightly swollen penis.
"For a guy having sex for the first time, you've done pretty well."
"I never imagined sex could be so wonderful! Especially with Mom."
"Little Bao! Mom is yours from now on, so don't let Mom down."
Mom picked up the crumpled underwear lying on the side of the bed and gently wiped my penis and her own messy state.
Genitals.
"Mom, can I have that pair of panties?"
"This...didn't you buy it for Mom?"
"Because it smells like Mom, so I want to keep it with me."
Strangely enough, even though I can have sex with my mother, I still can't resist my love for panties. Now,
I finally understand why my godmother is addicted to them.
The next day, I took the panties stained with my semen and my mother's love juice to my godmother to tell her the
good news. After looking at the panties, my godmother congratulated me but didn't say much.
"Godmother, are you feeling unwell?"
"I'm fine...I just hope you won't follow in my son Zizai's footsteps and cherish this
hard-won love."
"I know, I will never forget your kindness."
A month later, my godmother suddenly moved out without a word, leaving me with a wardrobe full of sexy lingerie and
a letter . In the letter, she told me to cherish the lingerie, because seeing the panties was like seeing her, and told me not to
try to find her, because she was just a passerby in my life.
I handed all the underwear to my mother, saying it was what my godmother Ling had instructed me to do before she left. Actually, whenever I made love to my mother
wearing my godmother's sexy lingerie, I always felt like I was making love to my godmother.
As for why my godmother left? I don't know. To me, my godmother was undoubtedly a matchmaker sent down from heaven.

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