I am not a good son

Honestly, at least that's what I think.
I can't remember exactly when the crazy idea of "mother-son incest" started. Maybe it sprouted more than three years ago, when I was only thirteen and just started junior high.
Like all normal boys, after my first wet dream, I gradually entered puberty and began to have a strong curiosity and interest in the opposite sex.
At first, I only noticed the female classmates around me. Their breasts had begun to develop, and in the summer when their clothes were thinner, I could clearly see the outline of their small, mushroom-shaped breasts. Sometimes I could even glimpse the two round marks on their school uniforms. I often secretly watched these alluring scenes while imagining them with their upper bodies naked, feeling both extremely excited and somewhat embarrassed.
In addition, with the increasing openness of China, the increasingly frequent exposure of explicit scenes in movies and television also had a significant impact on me. Every time I saw a
scene of an actress changing clothes, taking a bath, or being intimate, the exposed white body on the screen made my heart race. Although this exposure was quite limited—at most bare shoulders or back, a skirt flaring up to reveal thighs, or a small glimpse of a white, tender breast—it was enough to excite me for a long time.
Later, my family bought a computer and got internet access. Naturally, I secretly browsed many pornographic websites, eagerly supplementing my sexual knowledge from a large number of obscene pictures and movies, finally satisfying my curiosity.
However, this was only an indirect method; I had never witnessed a woman's naked body in real life. Coupled with watching too many intense scenes of intercourse in pornographic videos, I unconsciously developed a further desire—a longing to personally experience the pleasure of possessing a real woman, to feel that ecstatic sensation.
It was at this moment that my mother's figure came into my view.
To be honest, I'm not the kind of person who's born with a "mother complex." For me, maternal love was always just maternal love—kind, warm, and pure affection, without any other
impurities. But since then, my feelings for my mother have subtly changed. I've started to look at her with the eyes of a man looking at a woman.
After all, my mother is a woman hard to ignore. She's not particularly beautiful, but she exudes the mature elegance of a respectable woman. She always speaks softly, and every gesture carries a strong feminine charm. Although she's almost forty, she maintains a remarkably good figure. Her full breasts are high and firm, her waist is almost free of excess fat, her hips are large and round, and her skin is as white and smooth as a young girl's—naturally well-maintained without any makeup.
In short, she's at the most attractive and alluring stage of a middle-aged woman!
So, my attention quickly shifted to my mother. My usual gaze towards her now held a mischievous tinge. When she wasn't looking, I'd stare intently at her
voluptuous figure encased in her clothes, eager to see what she looked like naked.
I tried many methods, such as peeking at her neckline while she bent over mopping the floor, or pretending to drop my chopsticks while eating and peering under the table at her legs peeking out from under her skirt. I even tried to take advantage of her while she showered… While these attempts occasionally gave me a glimpse, I never successfully witnessed the truly crucial part I wanted to see.
Perhaps it's human nature to desire what you can't have. As time went by, my desire for my mother's body grew stronger and stronger. I thought about her almost constantly; even just closing my eyes filled my mind with her naked body, and my penis would become erect with excited blood, until I ejaculated with a satisfying climax after masturbation…
Yes, I didn't just want to "see" her; I longed to break the taboo of mother-son relations with my mother and enjoy that immoral and sinful thrill.
She is my mother, and I am her son. We are the closest relatives in the world, so why does society forbid me from possessing her? This is outrageous!
Filled with resentment, I secretly made a vow: no matter what, I must have my mother's body!
But how?
It's certain that my mother would never agree to a relationship with her son, and I absolutely lack the courage to bring it up directly, even though I believe it's a matter of course. Even though my mother has always been so gentle and kind, and has always doted on me, never losing her temper with me, I still have a subconscious fear and lack the courage to make my legitimate request.
Besides, there's my father at home!
My father is a department manager at an American company in China, with a very high income, enough to ensure the family's financial security. He's a strict father, and I've always been afraid of him. If he found out about this,
I'd probably be beaten half to death.
Honestly, my feelings for my father are quite complicated. He loves me very much, but I have inappropriate thoughts about my mother, which fills me with guilt; I feel very sorry for my father. But
because he's the only one who can be intimate with my mother, I also deeply resent him. Especially when I see my parents being affectionate, an indescribable fire of jealousy burns within me.
What should I do? What should I do?
I pondered this deeply…
*** *** *** ***
I am a good wife and a good mother; everyone praises me for that.
From the day I married my husband, I became a full-time housewife, and it has been over sixteen years now. For sixteen years, I have almost never left the house. Apart from going to the market to buy groceries and shopping
, I spend most of my time at home cooking, doing laundry, cleaning, and diligently managing all the household affairs, taking good care of my family's life.
Sunrise and sunset, spring, summer, autumn, and winter, year after year, life has passed by like this, peaceful and warm. I have transformed from an innocent and romantic young girl into a mature young woman, and then into a mother with children. Although my heart has occasionally been confused, occasionally fluttered, and occasionally been impacted by some hidden, strange feelings… those were just fleeting thoughts. I have always been obedient and well-behaved, and have never had any intention of overstepping tradition.
My husband is extremely satisfied with me, often sincerely praising me for marrying the best wife in the world—gentle, virtuous, and never requiring him to worry about household chores. Even more remarkable is her faithfulness; she's never
had an affair, nor does she even have any casual male friends. She's truly the most reliable and exemplary wife.
I don't know whether to be amused or annoyed.
My lack of contact with other men is simply because I haven't met anyone I click with, not because I'm old and unattractive.
In fact, although we've been married for many years, I'm still quite confident in my appearance and figure. Thanks to proper skincare, my skin is still as fair and smooth as it was in my twenties. You can't even see faint
wrinkles unless you look closely. People say I look at least seven or eight years younger than my actual age; the maturity and beauty of a married woman are evident in me.
In addition, thanks to regular exercise, my figure has remained unchanged. Although I still have a little more fat around my waist and legs than in my teenage years, it doesn't make me look overweight; instead, it adds a touch of
mature, voluptuous charm. Moreover, the fat is mainly concentrated in my breasts and buttocks; my breasts and buttocks are noticeably larger than the average woman's, and they are round and perky, giving a plump and full appearance without any signs of sagging. All of this makes me quite proud.
A woman dresses up for her lover, and the reason I go to such lengths to exercise and maintain my appearance is, of course, to please my husband. Unfortunately, he doesn't seem to notice and has never praised me, which makes me feel quite disappointed.
Fortunately, apart from this, my husband is very good to me, and our married life has been harmonious and smooth. Now, my greatest wish is to fulfill my responsibilities as a mother and raise my son, Xiaofan, to be successful.
Xiaofan is my only child, my only precious treasure. During my pregnancy, I almost lost the baby due to a fall. Therefore, after he was born, I spoiled him quite a bit, indulging him almost everything and fearing he might suffer any grievances. However, my husband often solemnly warned me that this was not good for a boy's growth and that I shouldn't spoil him.
Although I was reluctant, I thought my husband's words made a lot of sense. After all, Xiao Fan had entered puberty, a rebellious and dangerous period. As his mother, I should keep a close eye on him and prevent him from going astray.
Husband...child...this is my whole life. It was like this before, it is like this now, and it will be like this in the future, like a smooth, mirror-like pool of water. If no one tries to throw in a small stone, it will never ripple...
*** *** *** ***
I was deeply distressed because I really couldn't think of a good way to fulfill my long-cherished wish of having my mother's beautiful body.
Aside from indulging in fantasies and daydreams of possessing my mother repeatedly, I was completely helpless in reality. I could only watch helplessly as her voluptuous, mature body swayed around me each day, greedily swallowing my saliva and desperately suppressing the ever-growing urge within me.
I became increasingly addicted to the internet, spending my days browsing various pornographic websites, collecting countless erotic stories and films about incest between mothers and sons, and watching them with great relish every night in my room. Since I couldn't have her in real life, I could only find solace in this virtual world of sensual pleasure. Although the plots were mostly similar, the forbidden pleasure unique to incest still excited me immensely, giving me unparalleled stimulation.
The only regret was that none of the ways sons possessed their mothers in those novels and films could be replicated in real life. I initially thought I could glean some clever methods from these stories, but after reading through them, I found either the mother was inherently promiscuous, and the son automatically succumbed as soon as he showed any lust; or the plots involved sleeping pills, rape, and coercion—scenes utterly impossible to carry out. They were fine for pure sexual fantasy, but actually trying to follow them would be nothing short of delusional.
Then one day, I stumbled upon a bizarre story called *The Mirror of Oedipus*. I was immediately drawn in, and after finishing it in one go, I was utterly shocked.
Although this work was also fantasy, and the plot bordered on the bizarre and absurd, I had to admit that the description of the son gradually luring his mother into a trap of desire was quite ingenious. At least, the gradual, step-by-step process of breaking down the mother's defenses had a certain degree of realism, seemingly feasible.
A glimmer of hope appeared before me, however faint, but nonetheless a ray of light breaking through layers of fog!
So I read the entire text carefully several more times, trying to summarize a truly feasible solution. However, after racking my brains for days, I finally realized with frustration that a novel is just a novel. Unless I, like the protagonist in the story, had such a deep entanglement of resentment between mother and son, and the plot required so many coincidences, those steps simply couldn't be implemented in reality.
I was about to despair…
But suddenly, a bold idea popped into my head: since the author of this work could come up with such a plot, if he were willing to put his mind to it further, perhaps he could
design a truly workable method… At least, it would be much more reliable than me just wildly speculating…
Thinking of this, my heart pounded with excitement. I immediately turned on my computer and went online, logging onto several erotic websites frequented by the author. Because I enjoyed reading erotic novels, I knew many
enthusiastic people on those websites, and with their help, I quickly obtained the author's email address.
Without a second's delay, I immediately typed out a long letter, pouring out my longing and pain for my biological mother, and then pleading for advice.
"...I desperately need your advice! Please..."
After finishing, I clicked the mouse and sent the letter.
I spent the entire next day filled with anticipation and anxiety, finally receiving a reply late at night.
"Are you crazy?! That was just a fictional story, not something you're actually going to do..."
Seeing that opening, my heart sank, and I stood there stunned for several seconds before continuing.
"...I'm not a fan of incest, and writing 'Yi' was just a hobby. I've never thought about doing anything with my mother in real life... And I want to advise you, kids should stay on the right path. Don't let a few erotic stories lead you astray! People should have basic morals..." Holy crap,
this was practically a moralistic charlatan! I seriously doubted whether his pen name was truly fitting...
Disappointed as I was, I didn't give up. After some observation, I discovered that this author had recently been into "female police officers" and "large breasts" films. On a whim, I dug out all the films of these two genres from my collection and tentatively sent him the catalogs, asking if he was interested.
The result... this "master's" attitude changed much faster than I expected.
"...Great! Several of these are films I've been searching for a long time. Where did you find them? Send them to me quickly! I promise I'll find a way to help you sleep with your mother..."
Ugh!
Truly shameless and dark...
Anyway, after discussing it, we started contacting each other on QQ. While sending the films to the author, I also told him, as detailed as possible, about everything in my family, including my parents' ages, education levels, hobbies, and lifestyle habits, so he could analyze and devise a feasible method.
After about ten minutes of silence, several lines of eye-catching text popped up in the chat box.
“I have a general idea. I can’t guarantee it, but I can still give it a try… But I want to remind you that if you want to succeed, you must remember two things…”
“I already know!”
I interrupted him and quickly sent the information back.
"First, breaking the taboo to get Mom's body is definitely not an easy thing; you must be prepared for a long-term effort. Second, during the implementation of the plan, you must not reveal your true thoughts. You must carefully hide your ulterior motives and always appear as a good child in front of Mom..."
The other party sent a surprised smiley face.
"Haha, so you've already memorized all the theories in that book 'Yi'! - That makes things easier, saves me a lot of talking..."
"Yes, I will be extra careful about the things I need to pay attention to. Just tell me exactly what to do..."
"Don't rush, I'm just about to tell you! Listen carefully, the first thing you need to do is..."
The QQ avatar flashed, and line after line of exciting sentences appeared on the screen...
*** *** *** ***
My son has changed recently; he's become much more sensible than before.
Before, he was a completely spoiled "little emperor," expecting everything to be done for him, lazy and playful, possessing almost all the shortcomings of this generation of only children. No matter how I reasoned with
him gently, or my husband scolded him sternly, I couldn't change his bad habits; at most, he would only obey temporarily.
But starting two weeks ago, my son suddenly seemed like a different person, undergoing a complete transformation in his demeanor. Every morning when he woke up, he would fold his own blankets for the first time ever, and
after taking a bath at night, he would wash his own vest and shorts (although they weren't very clean, I would still secretly wash them again). Not only that, after meals, he would insist on washing all the family's dishes, and even volunteered
to help me mop the floor and wipe the windows.
"Xiaofan, tell Mom honestly, why are you suddenly so diligent? Did you get into some trouble?"
I looked into my son's eyes and gently guided him.
"No way! You can ask your teacher or classmates if you don't believe me! I didn't get into any trouble!"
my son shouted repeatedly, his face turning red, but I could tell he wasn't lying about this.
"So, is it because you want to buy a new mountain bike again? That's why you're trying to curry favor..."
I relaxed, this time speaking in a half-joking, half-serious tone, thinking it was closer to the truth.
But unexpectedly, my son almost cried, looking very aggrieved.
"Mom, how can you say that! I'm just growing up, and I see you're so tired, so I wanted to help with some housework. Why don't you believe me?"
Seeing his anxious explanation, I couldn't help but smile, feeling a surge of emotion and relief: indeed, my son is growing up, understanding how to care for his mother. Hehe, so heartwarming!
"Thank you, my good son. But you should still focus on your studies; Mom can manage..."
"No, I know Mom is very tired!" my son stubbornly insisted. "The TV says that women who overwork themselves age easily! I don't want Mom to get old..."
This child! I was both amused and exasperated. Where did he learn such a mature tone? But thinking about it, it makes a lot of sense…
“You’re growing up, so of course Mommy is getting old…” I said deliberately, “Mommy will be an old lady soon, it doesn’t matter if it’s a few years earlier or later…”
“Who said that? Who said that?” my son protested loudly, “Mommy will always be the youngest and most beautiful in my heart, she will never become an old lady!”
“Heh, you little rascal! Sweet talk…”
I said with a smile, but I was very happy inside. After all, women always like to be complimented and praised, especially when it comes from their own son. Of course, it makes them feel good.
“Really, really…” my son suddenly took two steps back, his eyes darting around as he looked me up and down, and said with a serious face, “For example, Mommy’s current hairstyle is so pretty, it has a classic beauty…”
Hearing this, I was overjoyed and my eyes almost welled up with tears.
I spent the whole afternoon yesterday getting this hairstyle done at the hair salon, originally to dress up for my husband. When we were dating, he once said that this hairstyle suited me best, exuding the charm of a classic beauty, especially the few strands of hair framing my face and neck, which perfectly accentuated my elegant features. So, every now and then, I'd go to great lengths to restyle it, hoping to please him.
However, my husband's reaction was extremely disappointing. Last night, he completely ignored it until I subtly reminded him several times before finally letting out an "oh" and offering a perfunctory compliment—clearly just going through the motions.
I never expected my son to praise it so sincerely. At such a young age, he has a better eye for beauty than his father! More importantly, he pays attention to me, his mother, and resonates with my special hairstyle. This instantly soothed my previously gloomy mood, making all the effort I put in yesterday worthwhile.
Humph, husband, you're so clueless! Even our adorable son is better!
Thinking this to myself, I couldn't help but ask again, "Xiaofan, is Mommy really... still young and beautiful?"
"Of course!" my son replied without hesitation. "If Mommy isn't beautiful, then who is? If possible, I'd even like to marry Mommy..."
"Nonsense!" I chuckled and scolded, feigning displeasure. "You're getting more and more ridiculous. Kids shouldn't try to flatter! That's not good..."
My son chuckled and obediently shut his mouth.
I felt a little disappointed, secretly hoping my son would praise me a bit more. It had been many years since anyone had complimented me like that; I really wanted to hear it again. Even from a young boy
, it stirred up a long-lost youthful longing within me.
However, after my scolding, my son obediently fell silent.
Sigh, children will always be children!
I shook my head, and couldn't help but chuckle. Though a little helpless, my mood was so much better today…
*** *** *** ***
Seeing my mother's slightly smug smile, I knew she still saw me as a child.
If she could guess what thoughts were swirling in my mind, she'd be utterly shocked.
She saw me as an innocent child, unaware that she was falling into a carefully laid trap, unknowingly taking the first step.
"...The first step of the 'Seducing Mother' plan is to bring the mother and son as close as possible, the closer the better. Don't think that just because you're mother and son, your relationship is close enough! No, that's not enough…"
The message the author typed in the QQ chat box two weeks ago resurfaced, each line flashing before my eyes.
"When your son reaches fifteen or sixteen, he's in the rebellious phase of adolescence, and a generation gap inevitably appears between mother and son. Subconsciously, the mother may start to feel like she's 'losing touch' with her son. You need to make her clearly feel how important and unshakeable she is in your heart!"
"You need to show your mother more care, such as proactively helping her with housework, showing
her your concern through practical actions... Women are emotional creatures, especially when it's their own son showing concern. She'll be easily moved, and emotionally closer to you..." "
Furthermore, you must praise her relentlessly, even if it's cheesy... Remember, at your mother's age, she constantly feels the melancholy of aging. She actually craves affirmation to prove she hasn't lost her beauty. Your praise can greatly satisfy her vanity, restore her confidence, and rekindle her anticipation and desire for the admiration of the opposite sex, creating an opportunity for your next plan..."
"Her appearance, her clothes, her style—all these are the points you praise... Until one day, Mom unconsciously starts to value your opinions and naturally dresses according to your aesthetic sense, then the first step will be a success..."
Brilliant, truly brilliant!
After reading this, I was greatly encouraged and have been meticulously carrying out the task for the past two weeks. Although doing those chores goes against my lazy nature, the thought of the tempting fruits of victory—tasting Mom's mature and delicious body—fills me with energy, and I do them with great enthusiasm, not feeling it's a big chore.
At the same time, flattering praises flow endlessly from my mouth. At first, I was a little embarrassed and would fall silent after a few words. But as time went by, my skin thickened, and my skills became more and more proficient. I could practically spout many words of praise without thinking, and they all sounded like a child's heartfelt admiration.
"Wow! Mom...you look so beautiful today! I thought a movie star had come..."
"...Of course I look beautiful! Only Mom's figure can make this outfit look good..."
"Hehe, Mom, you look at least ten years younger now. People might even think you're my older sister..."
I heard things like this every day at home. At first, Mom would just scold me playfully for being "precocious" and "smooth-tongued," but the smile in her eyes was impossible to hide. Later, she stopped pretending to be reserved and happily accepted my flattery, sometimes even looking smug.
It seems the books were right; few women can resist sweet words. Even Mom was no exception, never suspecting any ulterior motives. She was almost always beaming with joy from my flattery.
In just two months, I achieved my goal.
My relationship with my mother has indeed improved. It's as if the generation gap has disappeared; we're like close friends, sharing everything and feeling incredibly intimate.
Furthermore, my mother has become much more attentive to her appearance, like a young girl just entering puberty. Even when she goes to the nearby market to buy groceries, she sits down at her vanity to carefully dress herself, often asking for my opinion.
"Xiaofan, won't this make Mom look too fat?"
"Come here and see, is Mom's lipstick a bit too heavy?"
"Hmm... I also think these shoes are a bit outdated; I should get a new pair..."
She used to only ask my father these kinds of questions, but now she asks me, her attitude becoming increasingly serious, clearly seeking my opinion. A few times, I deliberately gave her the opposite of what I expected, and she actually believed me without question, as if my judgment was a crucial standard for her. This made me secretly chuckle.
But thinking about it, it's understandable. Dad is too busy to care about these things, and she rarely encounters other men in her daily life. Who else could Mom consult if not her own son? Besides, women dress to please men, and with my enthusiastic praise, she would naturally dress up according to my tastes, even if she herself might not realize it.
Having confirmed that the first step had been successfully achieved, I excitedly told the author, and then received his second plan…
*** *** *** ***
My relationship with my son is growing closer, which naturally makes me, as a mother, both gratified and happy. In contrast, my relationship with my husband seems somewhat distant, as if there's some kind of barrier, and I always feel unable to connect with him as intimately as I do with my son.
Perhaps this is just a psychological effect of comparison, but these days, I have indeed begun to feel a little dissatisfied, feeling that my husband's care for me and our family in recent years has been unsatisfactory.
My husband and I once shared the sweetness of our courtship, the passion and warmth of our honeymoon. But as the years of our marriage have passed, those romantic bubbles have quietly burst one after another. His work has become increasingly busy, while my days have become more and more monotonous and mechanical, with almost no novelty left in my life.
I understand that my husband is so busy earning money to support the family and to provide a better life for me and our son, but my demands aren't high. If only he would occasionally spare some time for me, notice that I'm "dressing up" for him, and say a few sweet words, even if they're just jokes, that would be enough for me. But
none of that has happened…
He is indeed very busy, but he's definitely not so busy that he can't squeeze out a few minutes. Many times, he clearly has the time, but he just doesn't want to, isn't willing to, or is too lazy to do it.
For example, last Sunday, I wanted to buy some new clothes, but my husband preferred to lie in bed watching pirated American movies rather than go shopping with me.
“You women always spend an entire afternoon shopping, my dear wife, please spare me…” he pleaded, bowing and scraping. “Besides, my taste is terrible; I never offered any good suggestions before…”
“Then forget it, let’s not buy anything!”
I said coldly, feeling a surge of resentment, all my interest vanished.
“No, no, go buy it! And buy the best! That’s what my beautiful wife deserves!” My
husband probably sensed something was wrong, and with a beaming smile, he pulled a large sum of money from the drawer and shoved it at me, but I didn’t accept it.
“Go on, Mom! Since Dad’s busy, I’ll go with you! I can help you carry things…”
My son, who was studying in his room, suddenly burst in, patting his chest eagerly, looking very excited to go shopping with me.
My husband, probably seeing a “scapegoat,” immediately agreed loudly. Under their persistent persuasion, I finally agreed and went out with my son.
My son was very excited the whole way, his joy was palpable. Infected by him, the gloom in my heart was quickly dispelled, and I found that taking my son out was even more enjoyable.
Looking back, this was the first time in so many years that my son and I had gone out alone. Usually, it's just the three of us, and even without my husband, it didn't seem like a problem. We chatted and laughed affectionately, enjoying ourselves just as much.
At the clothing store, my son became my best advisor, enthusiastically helping me choose clothes. His eye for style was surprisingly discerning, as if he had done research on this topic.
"Mom, look, that dress really suits your figure! You'll look so elegant and classy in it..."
"Hmm... the color and style are nice, but it's a little revealing, not suitable for someone my age..."
"How could that be? I've told you so many times, Mom, you're still young! Besides, this is the current trend, Mom,
don't be so conservative..." "Sigh, it's your father who..."
I suddenly stopped mid-sentence. Since we started dating, my husband has disliked my "revealing" attire, insisting that I only wear long skirts in public. I had always obeyed, but now a strong rebellious feeling suddenly welled up inside me.
"Hmph, you even find it troublesome to go shopping with me, why should I listen to you?"
As if in a fit of pique, I changed my mind, nodded in agreement to my son's suggestion, and went to the fitting room to try it on.
Five minutes later, when I stepped out of the fitting room, it's no exaggeration to say that I practically stunned everyone in the store!
It was a purple sleeveless dress that perfectly hugged my voluptuous figure, my fair and rounded arms completely exposed. Because the waist was tightly cinched, my high, firm breasts seemed intentionally emphasized, their prominent outlines bulging on my chest.
But what attracted the most attention was probably my long, slender legs beneath the short skirt. Nearly ten centimeters of my snow-white thighs above the knees were exposed, causing several men around me to stare wide-eyed.
"Wow, so beautiful!" my son exclaimed, his eyes shining.
My face flushed slightly, but I couldn't help feeling secretly proud. A woman nearing forty, yet still managing to create such a stunning effect, proves that my beauty, my appearance, and my youth haven't completely faded; it's just that some blind people don't know how to appreciate it.
"Miss, this dress is practically tailor-made for you..." the saleswoman chimed in, seizing the opportunity to persuade me. "Even your boyfriend raves about it; you won't regret buying it..."
"Boyfriend?" I paused, then realized what she meant, and couldn't help but laugh. "What boyfriend? This is my own son! He's a full twenty-two years older than me..."
"Ah, really..." she stammered, "You look no more than twenty-eight or twenty-nine... uh, I can't believe it, I really can't believe it..."
I knew perfectly well that this compliment was far too exaggerated; it would be more accurate if they mistook Xiao Fan and me for siblings.
But women always hope others perceive them as younger, so I still couldn't stop smiling.
"No, I'm not Mommy's son, I'm her little sweetheart!"
Little Fan was really being silly, pretending to be an adult and seriously protesting, even putting his arm around my shoulder. Unfortunately, he was a little shorter than me, so he had to lean his head against me. The
surrounding customers were amused and burst into laughter, unanimously praising me for having an enviable "little sweetheart."
"Okay, little sweetheart! Mommy will listen to you and buy this!"
I smiled happily, took out my money to buy the dress, and then walked out of the clothing store arm in arm with my son.
We strolled around like this all afternoon, just like a real couple…
*** *** *** ***
When I heard Mommy call me "little sweetheart," even though she said it in a half-joking tone, I was still incredibly excited.
This meant that the second step of the plan was going even more smoothly than I had imagined!
My eagerness to accompany my mother shopping for clothes wasn't because I enjoy shopping; it was purely to spend as much time with her as possible, seizing every opportunity for them to be alone and strengthen their bond. Especially since this opportunity was "snatched" from my father, its strategic significance was even greater.
The second step of my plan was to "replace" my father as much as possible!
If my father stopped sweet-talking my mother, I would do it; if he didn't have time to connect emotionally, I would fill the void; if he was too lazy to go shopping with her, I would accompany her.
In short, I wanted to find ways to take over the tasks and responsibilities that were originally my father's. In daily life, I aimed to replace my father's role in every way, making my mother feel that, at least at home, I held a much greater place than my father, gradually eroding his position in her heart.
According to the author, the ultimate goal of this step was to make my mother, though not consciously aware of it, unconsciously allow her son to replace her father and become her emotional partner! I wanted to spend as much time as possible with my mother, so that she would unconsciously become accustomed to having her son always in her sight, even developing an extreme emotional dependence on him, feeling a sense of loss whenever she couldn't see him.
I meticulously followed the plan, spending all my time at home with my mother except when I was at school, clinging to her like a loyal little follower. Wherever she went, I followed, chattering excitedly about anecdotes from school, what I saw and heard on my way home, or my thoughts on a good movie… Even when my mother was cooking in the kitchen, I endured the fumes and stayed by her side almost constantly.
In addition, I was very diligent in running errands for my mother. Whenever she asked me to do something, such as go downstairs to get a bottle of soy sauce or take out the trash on the street corner, I would happily obey and run off to do it.
In comparison, my father seemed much lazier. Perhaps due to the fatigue of working outside and his somewhat chauvinistic personality, my father always preferred to enjoy everything readily available when he came home, never offering to help. This gave me more opportunities to take advantage.
These tactics were indeed effective. Before, my mother was quite lonely at home. After finishing the housework, she would either watch TV to pass the time or eagerly wait for my father to come home. But since I consciously started to please her, my mother smiled much more often and was much happier. The two of us talked endlessly almost every day, often losing track of time, and even after my father arrived home, we still felt like we hadn't finished talking.
In addition, I was obedient and diligent, always eager to help with everything. Within two months, my mother developed a subtle dependence on me. Although she didn't say it aloud, I could feel it from the way she looked at me. It was a kind of dependence similar to that of a woman on a man, a habit of having me always by her side and indulging her every whim.
As a result, she began to confide more in me, including the details of her courtship with my father. It's clear that I'm not just her son anymore, but also her confidant and someone she can confide in.
"Xiao Fan, Mom's been nagging you about so many trivial things, don't you get annoyed?"
A few evenings ago, while waiting for Dad to come home from work, Mom sighed a little shyly at me.
"How could that be? I love whatever Mom says..." I quickly declared, winking mischievously, "Don't forget, I'm your little sweetheart..."
Mom chuckled, "My good son, your words are getting sweeter and sweeter, you really know how to make Mom happy.
But don't let Dad hear you, he might get jealous! Hehe..."
She was clearly joking, but I deliberately seized on her slip of the tongue and shamelessly said, "Then, don't call me that in front of Dad, but at other times Mom will call me 'little sweetheart,' okay?"
"How can that be? No respect!"
Mom laughed and spat, but for some reason, her pretty face turned slightly red.
Originally, I had just said it casually, without much expectation, but seeing her blush, my eyes lit up, knowing that something must have stirred within her.
Of course, this doesn't mean my mother had those kinds of thoughts about me, but her slight shyness indicated that I had at least touched a chord with her, giving her a strange feeling.
Just as I was wondering whether I should press my advantage or stop now to avoid giving myself away, my father walked in at that moment, forcing me to abandon the idea.
However, the next morning, things took an unexpected turn.
Because I had downloaded several incestuous pornographic films the night before and didn't go to bed until midnight, I couldn't get out of bed this morning. Even after the alarm rang, I remained in bed, refusing to get up.
"Wake up...wake up..."
In my hazy state, I felt my mother come in, leaning over the bed and shaking my shoulder.
I still couldn't wake up, and groggily turned over, making a dissatisfied grunt like a little pig.
"Time to get up, my little sweetheart...you'll be late if you don't get up..."
A soft laugh sounded in my ear, sounding so gentle, full of a mother's pampering and love.
I woke up with a start, my eyes snapping open to find my mother's radiant smile.
"My little sweetheart, why are you sleeping in today? That won't do..."
She deliberately emphasized the words "little sweetheart," and before I could fully process what she was saying, she chuckled and floated out of the bedroom.
I stood there dumbfounded for a full half-minute, then cheered and started doing somersaults on the bed, my heart filled with sweetness, like I'd eaten honey...
From that day on, my mother really did start calling me "little sweetheart" from time to time. Although it wasn't very often, and although it was still in a joking tone, I could sense that she wasn't just calling me that to make me happy. In fact, she quite liked calling me that herself, and because she had to do it in private behind my father's back, it became a little secret between us. Our hearts seemed to communicate even more tacitly, filled with unprecedented tenderness and warmth...
"Very good, you can proceed to the third step of the plan!"
That evening, a thumbs-up popped up in the QQ chat window, followed quickly by two lines of text.
"Your next task is to start trying to have physical intimacy with your mother, such as hugging her excitedly when you're happy, or kissing her repeatedly on the face. But be careful, this contact must not be excessive, and absolutely, absolutely do not rush to touch sensitive areas, or you will immediately ruin everything!"
"Oh? You mean, I can't let my mother feel that I have ulterior motives?"
I typed on the keyboard, sending back a sentence to myself.
"Right! To make your mother feel that this is just affectionate behavior between family members, you can take full advantage of your age and act like a child, acting spoiled towards your mother, and prolonging the time of physical contact with her as much as possible. This is not to try to seduce her, but to let her gradually get used to your affectionate behavior and get used to this kind of intimacy whenever the mother and son are together..."
I seemed to understand: "Isn't this preparing for the future?"
"Smart! Let me put it this way, your mother won't have any other thoughts now, but when she really can't help but feel infatuated with you in the future, this move will play a huge role! Hahaha..."
I watched with great interest and chuckled lewdly, sending a series of smiley face emojis.
"Furthermore, this has another advantage: it subconsciously reinforces her dual identity as a mother and a woman! In the previous part of the plan, you were replacing Dad, but if you really succeeded in completely replacing him, it wouldn't be a good thing, because then your mother would see you as a real adult and develop the idea that you should be completely independent. She might even control herself from spoiling you too much, which would be detrimental to the overall situation... You should often act cute towards her and cling to her like a child. This is how the entire plan to seduce your mother can continue..." "
Therefore, the best positioning for you two, mother and son, should be to try to make your mother develop a mixed feeling, a feeling that is half mother and son and half man and woman! A pure mother-son relationship cannot break the taboo, and turning it completely into a man-woman relationship will quickly lead to a resurgence of rationality. Only by combining both can we hope to achieve final victory..."
"Understood!"
I was greatly impressed, and quickly sent a few more newly acquired films to the author as a "tribute," then hummed a little tune with pride, fantasizing about all sorts of exciting and lewd scenes...
*** *** *** My
son and I have grown closer and closer, and naturally, I've poured all my maternal love into him.
His every move, his laughter, his joys and sorrows—all deeply tug at my heartstrings and control my emotions.
They say a child is a mother's heart and soul, and I already doted on him immensely. But lately, with our bond growing stronger, that love has reached its peak.
The best proof is that I actually complied with his almost spoiled request to call him "my little sweetheart," half-jokingly.
At first, I just teased him, but as I used it, I found myself liking the term, feeling a sweet warmth in my heart—
similar to the sweetness I felt when I was dating my husband!
Discovering this surprised and amused me. Perhaps my emotional life had been too stagnant for too long; my son's recent strong dependence and intimacy filled a void deep within me.
I can't imagine what the world would be like if I lost my son.
He loves me, his mother, just as much. He's not only filial and sensible, but he's also always by my side, afraid I'll be lonely, trying to make me happy, and doing whatever I ask... Many things that should have been done by his father are now being taken on by his young, inexperienced shoulders.
I know he's trying his best to prove through his actions that he's grown up!
Yes, my son has indeed grown up. He's getting taller every day, his voice has become as deep and resonant as his father's, and his once thin limbs have become increasingly strong and muscular. He looks like a little man now, and even seems to have a bit of a heroic air about him.
I'm not just saying this offhand; there's factual basis to it.
One evening about ten days ago, my son accompanied me to the supermarket. On the way back, he suddenly needed to use the restroom and hurriedly went into a public toilet by the roadside. I stood outside waiting for him. Just then, two slightly drunk young men passed by. They saw me, grinned lewdly, and brazenly approached me, making obscene remarks.
"Hey beautiful, who are you waiting for? Come hang out with us, you'll get your share of the rewards..."
"Oh, who are you trying to fool with that prim and proper act? Look at those big tits and that ass of yours, you're obviously a slut who needs a good fuck..."
"Ha... Don't run away! Come on, let me give you a kiss..."
I was so angry I was about to cry, and I was terrified. I yelled and screamed for help, but the road was quite secluded, and there were hardly any pedestrians around at dinnertime. Nobody heard me.
Just then, my son appeared out of nowhere, rushing out of the toilet. His eyes were bloodshot, and despite being outnumbered, he picked up two bricks from the ground and fought the two thugs like a fierce lion, doing everything he could to protect me. He even urged me to run home first. Of
course, I wasn't going to abandon my son. While I was panicking, luckily, many passersby had already been alerted and gathered around. Seeing the situation was turning against them, the two thugs quickly scurried away.
"Mom, are you alright? Are you alright…"
My son, pale-faced, grabbed my hands, repeatedly asking if I was unharmed, completely ignoring the fact that his own palms were bleeding.
My nose stung, and I hugged my son tightly, tears welling in my eyes.
Thank God, the fight ended quickly, and he wasn't seriously injured, but even so, my heart ached terribly, and I felt incredibly anxious, wishing I could take his pain away.
"Don't cry, Mom… I'm here, don't cry… I won't let anyone bully you…"
my son comforted me repeatedly, his voice like that of a guardian angel, exactly like what my husband had once told me.
At that moment, besides being moved, I couldn't help but feel that my son had become a real man! His broad chest could give me warmth, a place I could lean on.
I even had a vague feeling that he was already half the pillar of the family, half my husband…
But after returning home, a child is still a child. Perhaps after the initial excitement subsided, he became increasingly frightened. After I cleaned and bandaged his wounds, he suddenly burst into tears and hugged me tightly.
“Mommy… I’m scared… Waaah… Mommy…”
He trembled like a leaf in the autumn wind, his arms holding me so tightly, as if afraid I would leave. He seemed to have reverted to being a child again.
“Xiao Fan, be good… Don’t be afraid… Mommy is here… Don’t be afraid…”
It was my turn to comfort my son. The feeling of being protected by him transformed into a sacred desire to protect him. This transformation was so natural, and my heart was filled with maternal tenderness and affection…
I comforted him for what seemed like an eternity before he gradually calmed down. However, he still huddled in my arms, his arms wrapped around my waist, his head buried between my high breasts, unwilling to lift his head. No matter how much I coaxed him, he wouldn’t let go or get up, as if only in this way could he feel safe.
Although I felt the contrast between his behavior before and after was too great, I wasn't offended at all; on the contrary, I indulged him even more.
So that night, my son hugged me like that, his little head resting on my chest, using my full and soft breasts as a pillow, and he fell soundly asleep in my arms...
After that, my son showed two different personalities in front of me, two completely different personalities!
On the one hand, he often acted like an adult, knowing how to care for and cherish me, which made me feel comforted; but on the other hand, he would still occasionally reveal his childlike nature, making me both laugh and cry.
In particular, after this incident, he suddenly became more fond of acting spoiled, and he acted spoiled like a primary school student.
"No, Mom... I want you to call me your little sweetheart... please..."
Every day I could hear my son using this childish tone, half-whining and half-pleading, to pester me incessantly. He would pounce on me, clinging to me like a puppy seeking affection, rubbing against me and even planting a kiss on my cheek, followed by a triumphant look on his face.
I, on the other hand, would usually just laugh and scold him playfully, letting him be. Although I found his behavior somewhat childish, what mother doesn't love her child's affection, especially when I dote on him more than usual?
Besides, I myself had mixed feelings towards my son; sometimes I felt a sweet sense of having a "little sweetheart," but more often, I cherished him like my precious darling, wanting to protect him under my wings forever…
But I never expected my husband to disapprove!
One evening after dinner, the three of us were watching TV in the living room as usual. My son and I sat together at one end of the sofa, leaning against each other, not paying much attention to the boring TV program, just chatting and laughing. When things got lively, my son started acting spoiled again, reaching out to hug me tightly from behind, practically clinging to my back, rubbing his cheek against my shoulder.
"Xiao Fan, what's wrong with you?" My husband noticed the scene and scolded sternly, "You're already a high school freshman, why are you still clinging to your mother like a little kid? You have no manners!"
My son, who was always afraid of his father, turned pale immediately after those words and quickly released his arms, sitting up straight obediently.
"What's wrong? Our son was just joking with me, why take it so seriously?"
I felt a pang of resentment and gave my husband a slight reproach, thinking he was making a mountain out of a molehill.
"Wife, I've told you so many times, if you keep spoiling him like this, it'll ruin him..."
My husband's old-fashioned temper flared up, and he started lecturing me seriously. Those same old lectures, not only did my son dislike them, but I was also thoroughly tired of them.
"Okay, okay, you're right, you're right! Is that enough?"
I said angrily. This was the first time in our sixteen years of marriage that I had responded to him like this in front of our son.
My husband was speechless, dumbfounded.
"Mom and Dad, it's my fault... I, I'll go study..."
Our son probably sensed the tense atmosphere, apologized with a long face, and then ran back to his room in a flash.
My husband watched his retreating figure, then looked at me, and could only shake his head and smile bitterly.
In that instant, a surge of anger welled up inside me. My son had risked his life to protect me, and he was always so filial. What did it matter if I spoiled him a little? At least he was more worthy of love than I was!
I snorted, my face darkening as I got up and went back to the bedroom, sulking and ignoring my husband all night. It took him two whole days to coax me before we finally reconciled…
But ever since then, my son has become noticeably more afraid of him, always appearing timid and hesitant in his presence, like a mouse before a cat.
Worse still, this has affected the close bond between us.
When my husband isn't around, my son is still his usual clingy self, affectionately snuggling into my arms and acting spoiled, which is a daily occurrence and makes me incredibly happy.
But as soon as my husband returns home, my son is like a completely different person, behaving obediently and not daring to utter a sound. Forget about hugging and kissing me; he even speaks cautiously, trying hard to appear "grown up," his every move perfectly behaving properly.
Many times, he clearly wanted to be affectionate with me, but he restrained himself, hanging his head and looking pitiful.
Seeing this naturally made me feel sad and heartbroken, and my resentment towards my husband deepened.
Although I didn't show it outwardly, a rift had inevitably appeared in our relationship.
The reason was obvious: whenever my husband was around, my son felt suppressed and wronged, and he didn't dare express his affection for me in his childlike way. I also lacked the satisfaction of being wholeheartedly followed by my son, and felt quite lost.
This naturally made me very dissatisfied!
In the past, I looked forward to my husband coming home early every day so he could spend more time with me; but now I have an instinctive aversion to him, subconsciously even hoping he spends as little time at home as possible, so as not to interfere with the warm atmosphere of mutual understanding and affection between us.
Although my husband and son are both the most important men in my life, if fate had to force me to choose one, I would choose my son with tears in my eyes, reluctant yet resolute!
After all, no matter how good the relationship between husband and wife is, they are still "outsiders" in the marriage, and feelings can gradually fade; while a son is a piece of his mother's flesh, and no force can sever this deepest, innate, blood-related bond...
Son, can you hear your mother's heart? Your mother loves you far more than she loves your father, do you know that?
*** *** *** ***
I know, Mom... Of course I know!
You've started to dislike Dad a little, and my importance in your heart has reached an unprecedented level... Even though you haven't said it explicitly, I can guess it from your eyes.
Because this was all my premeditated and planned doing.
Following the author's advice, I deliberately acted as if I was terrified of my father. Whenever he was home, I exaggeratedly restrained myself, pretending to be a timid and fearful "oppressed" person. My aim was to further alienate my parents, making my mother love me more and distance herself from my father.
Mothers have an instinctive protective instinct, and my actions were designed to trigger this instinct in her, making her feel uncomfortable around my father. Over time, the scales in her heart would overwhelmingly tip towards me.
Now, I've achieved my goal.
Even a blind person could see that my mother's feelings for my father were fading. When he was around, not only did I appear trembling with fear, but she also looked indifferent, giving him lukewarm treatment.
But as soon as my father left, my mother and I would both breathe a sigh of relief, returning to our happy and harmonious state, getting along as well as could be.
Behind my father's back, my mother started calling me "little sweetheart" more often, her voice sweet with a hint of coquettishness. Every morning, she would bend down beside my bed and wake me with a soft voice.
"Wake up, my little sweetheart!"
she would say, gently kissing my forehead until I was fully awake, then returning the kiss with a kiss on her cheek. Then she would giggle and leave the bedroom.
At those moments, I had a strong feeling that we looked more like a couple than a mother and son…
But what about Mom? Did she realize this?
I couldn't accurately guess her thoughts, but she was clearly more immersed in the beautiful bond between mother and son, even radiating the glow of a woman in love, her eyes and brows exuding a captivating charm.
Ah… this charm was so alluring! I wanted to take Mom to bed right now and let us become one in body and soul…
I thought everything was almost perfect, but unexpectedly, after reporting the situation to that author on QQ tonight, his next instruction was… to stay away from Mom!
"...Yes! I wasn't drunk and I didn't mistype the information. The fourth step of the 'Seducing Mom' plan is for you to find an opportunity, like going on a trip or staying at a relative's house, to get away from her for a while!"
"Why?" I asked, puzzled.
"You have indeed touched Mom's heart to some extent. When she's with you, she must have felt the sweetness that only lovers have. But don't forget, you're not really lovers after all; the bond between you is mostly that of mother and son. As time goes on, once Mom gets used to your unusual intimacy, this sweetness will gradually diminish, and may even eventually disappear..."
"So, I need to leave Mom for a while, because only separation can 'keep' the relationship fresh, like the saying 'absence makes the heart grow fonder'?"
I suddenly understood, quickly typing on the keyboard and sending out this question.
"Very right! Little one, it seems you have quite a bit of wisdom!"
A lewd smiley face appeared in the chat box, followed by the author's long-winded explanation.
"Besides keeping it fresh, there's another important purpose to do this: to let your mother experience firsthand how painful and lonely it is to have her son away! These past few days, she's probably gotten used to you being around her, the two of you inseparable. But now you're suddenly gone. She'll definitely feel extremely uncomfortable, thinking about you constantly, worrying about you, her heart aching terribly..."
"This lays the groundwork for the future 'final battle.' When she tries to rationally refuse you, she'll recall these agonizing days. She'll be terrified that refusing you will break their mother-son relationship and cause her to lose you completely. She'll never want to relive the pain of losing her son again, so her courage to refuse will be greatly reduced..."
That makes sense! Absolutely!
I couldn't help but clap my hands and immediately put it into action. A perfect opportunity just happened: next month during summer vacation, the school would organize a twenty-day summer camp at the military base—the perfect length for me.
I acted immediately, and the next day I registered with the tutor before telling my parents.
Just as I expected, Dad fully supported it, saying it was indeed a very meaningful summer activity, much more fulfilling than staying home watching TV all day. Mom, however, was quite worried, fearing the conditions at the military base would be too harsh and that her precious son wouldn't be able to handle it. But since it was already a done deal, she reluctantly accepted it after a few complaints.
Time flies, and the departure day soon arrived. One day in mid-July, under the scorching sun, carrying a large backpack filled with snacks and daily necessities prepared by Mom, I smiled and waved goodbye to her as she gave me her reluctant farewells and repeated instructions.
As the bus sped away, I watched Mom's figure grow smaller and smaller through the window, and a sudden sadness and loss welled up inside me. After all, I had never been separated from Mom for more than a day since I was born. I wanted to use "longing" as a weapon to further conquer her, but it was a double-edged sword, and I myself was also
enduring its torment...
However, I still overcame myself with great willpower, and throughout the entire twenty days of summer camp, I didn't call my mother once, even though I missed her deeply and longed to hear her voice!
This was also the author's request; only by completely severing all contact with her could I let her taste the greatest pain of "separation"! And only this pain could allow me to ultimately possess her body and soul...
*** *** *** ***
During this time, I wasn't just "in pain," I was completely lost, tormented by anxious despair.
Xiao Fan, this child, why... why is he like this? Why?
Does a son, once he grows up and leaves his mother's side, think he's all grown up and has nothing to do with the mother who gave him life and raised him?
If not, why haven't I received any calls from him?
He only called home at 8 PM that evening to let us know he was safe. However, I was taking a shower at the time, and my husband answered. After he finished showering, he told me that our son had arrived safely at the summer camp and everything was fine, and that we shouldn't worry.
As I listened, I inwardly grumbled at my son: Honestly, why did he choose this time to call? This is always my shower time, he knows that, why didn't he wait a bit? Now I haven't been able to talk to him.
But then I thought, maybe he was tired from traveling all day and just wanted to rest, he couldn't wait for me to finish showering. Anyway, there will be plenty of opportunities to talk on the phone later, so I let it go.
But the next day, my son didn't call home; the third day, and then the fourth day, the fifth day…
A whole week passed, and he seemed to have vanished into thin air, without a trace!
At first, I was just a little dissatisfied and worried, but later I became truly anxious. Every day I would sit absentmindedly by the phone, lost in thought, and I started to have all sorts of wild ideas.
Why didn't he call home? Could it be...something happened?
The more I thought about it, the more frightened I became. In a panic, I went to discuss it with my husband, crying and saying I had to go to the summer camp immediately to look for our son. My husband laughed and scoffed, saying I was making a mountain out of a molehill. The summer camp had school counselors leading the group; if something had really happened to our son, the teachers would have contacted the parents long ago. Why would they wait until now?
Although I rationally admitted that my husband was right, I was still extremely anxious. I couldn't eat or sleep, and I couldn't rest easy until I heard my son's voice myself.
On the tenth day, just when I was about to go crazy and desperately ran to look for my son, I finally received news of him again that night. However, this time it was a good friend of his who called on my behalf. He said that the summer camp was completely closed, and in order to curb the spoiled nature of this generation of only children, everyone was forbidden from calling home.
To avoid arousing suspicion, the students had to take turns going outside to call secretly each day. My son happened to be scheduled for the first day, so it was impossible for him to call back.
I cursed the person who made this rule for being so heartless, but at the same time, I finally breathed a sigh of relief. I immediately inquired about my son's situation again, only to receive a perfunctory "He's fine, he's fine," and hung up after a few words.
After that, I finally felt at ease, no longer extremely anxious about my son's safety. However, my longing for him only grew stronger each day. I thought about him constantly, his mischievous and adorable face and smile appearing before my eyes.
How is he? What is he doing now? Does he miss his mother?
These questions kept swirling in my mind. It was only then that I realized that my son was truly my most important pillar of support, and my attachment to him was much deeper than I had imagined!
Moreover, this attachment didn't seem to be just simple mother-son affection. I had felt this way more than ten years ago when I was dating my husband and we were temporarily separated. Of course, now there were only a few similarities, but I still suddenly realized it.
What did this mean? Had I really started to see my son as my "little sweetheart" and fallen in love with him?
No, this is too absurd... absolutely impossible!
Thinking about it, I found it a little funny, but I didn't take it seriously. However, I felt a mix of joy and sorrow, and a considerable sense of uncertainty, anxiously awaiting the day my son would return home...
In this agonizing anticipation, ten more days were torn from the calendar, and the day of reunion finally arrived!
I will never forget that morning, when the door opened and my travel-worn son reappeared before me. How excited and overjoyed I was!
"Mom! I'm back... Mom!"
My son was clearly very excited too, calling out repeatedly, throwing down his backpack and rushing to hug me tightly.
"Xiao Fan... my good son..."
Tears welled in my eyes, and I hugged him back tightly.
After these twenty days of training, he was noticeably thinner and darker, but he had also developed a more masculine air. Even the faint smell of sweat on his body seemed to carry a uniquely masculine scent, making me involuntarily captivated.
"Mom..."
"Xiao Fan..."
We hugged each other tightly, kissing each other's cheeks, our hearts filled with the joy of reunion, unwilling to part for a long time...
*** *** *** ***
Of course, holding my mother's full, mature body in my arms, enjoying the wonderful sensation of our bodies rubbing against each other, who would want to be separated from her?
"Mom, I've missed you so much, I've been dreaming about you these past few days..."
I said sweet words, acting coquettishly, while hugging her even tighter, clearly feeling her full and elastic breasts against my chest.
Wow, they're so big, so fleshy!
I exclaimed inwardly, these two large, bulging mounds were now intimately pressing against my chest, making my breath almost stop.
Although I had slept between my mother's breasts before, it was only a light touch, and I dared not be too presumptuous. But today, taking advantage of this reunion, while my mother was still excited and unsettled, I consciously rubbed against and felt those full, soft breasts. The effect was completely different.
"My dear son, Mommy missed you so much..."
Her voice was slightly choked as she kept kissing my face, completely unaware that I was carefully taking advantage of her.
I grew bolder, and under the influence of lust, my hands, which were wrapped around her back, quietly slid down and tentatively pressed against her round, perky buttocks.
Amazing! They were even bigger than I had imagined, and felt even better than her breasts...
Actually, it wasn't just her breasts and buttocks; my mother's entire figure was quite voluptuous, full of the sensuality of a mature woman. Compared to the actresses on TV, she was naturally not as slender, but for me, this voluptuousness and sensuality were the most attractive, filling me with an extreme desire to possess her!
My blood boiled, and I couldn't help but squeeze those two mounds of flesh harder, my hands even giving her buttocks a bold pinch. My already erect penis pressed against her lower abdomen, the feeling indescribably pleasurable…
Suddenly, Mom's body stiffened, and her face turned deathly pale.
I was startled, as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over my head. Not only did my lust vanish instantly, but I also broke out in a cold sweat.
During the execution of the plan, I must not reveal my true colors for the sake of momentary pleasure, otherwise all my efforts would be in vain!
Damn it! How could I have forgotten the author's repeated admonitions? This is terrible… Just
as I was regretting my actions, Mom suddenly hugged me, reaching out to stroke the back of my head, her face full of anxiety. "Xiao Fan, why is there such a big bump here? Did someone hit you?"
I then understood and secretly breathed a sigh of relief. So that's what shocked her! Thank goodness...
"It's nothing, I just fell down a few days ago and hit my head on the ground, so it swelled up... Hey, Mom, what are you doing? Don't be so nervous... The school doctor said it's nothing..."
But her explanation was ineffective. Mom was still worried and kept complaining. Without saying a word, she pulled me to the living room and made me sit down. She applied medicine and bandaged my head, and it took her a long time to finish...
That night, I hid in my room and contacted the author again on QQ, telling him everything in detail.
"Looking back now, those few things I did were pretty explicit—but Mom didn't react at all, which is really strange..."
"Not strange. I think there are only two possibilities. First, she cares about you too much, and seeing her precious son injured makes her forget everything; second, although she sensed your behavior was slightly inappropriate, it wasn't serious enough for her to take it seriously, or rather, she condoned your actions..."
"Phew, I really hope it's the second one..."
"You'll find out soon enough! Because this is the fifth step of the plan, the task I need you to complete!"
"Ah?!! What you mean is..."
"From now on, your 'preparation' phase is successfully completed, and you're about to enter the 'attack' phase. What you need to do in this phase is to try to make some provocative physical contact, gradually arousing your mother's physical pleasure, making her involuntarily develop a sexual interest in you... However, you must grasp the precise timing, lest you backfire..."
"What does 'precise timing' mean? I don't understand!"
"Don't rush, let me ask you first. Remember when I told you to find out her menstrual cycle?"
"Of course! I already found out, it's around the 18th of every month."
"Okay, listen carefully, here's how..."
The QQ avatar flashed again, displaying the wicked instructions line by line in the chat box...
Perhaps even fate wanted to help me, because at this crucial moment, my father's company landed a huge trade negotiation project. He was incredibly busy every day, coming home later and later, often in the dead of night, and then rushing off to work early the next morning. His relationship with my mother and me had become increasingly distant. One evening, more than
ten days later, as usual, only my mother and I were home. At nine o'clock sharp, I sat in the living room watching TV, while my mother, having just finished showering, was drying her wet hair with a heater in the bedroom.
This was an opportunity not to be missed! After she finished blowing, I went into the bedroom and sat down next to my mother, chatting and laughing with her as usual.
Because of the hot summer weather, my mother was wearing a very loose short-sleeved t-shirt and shorts, her fair and rounded limbs mostly exposed. Her two large, full breasts stood high, straining the hem of the t-shirt, making her look incredibly alluring.
"Mom, you walked all day today, aren't your legs sore?"
I asked innocently, secretly chuckling to myself, knowing the answer was definitely yes. During the day, I had deliberately pestered my mother to go shopping, wanting to buy this and that, barely resting for a moment. When we returned in the evening, we were both exhausted, and my mother was still wearing high heels; you can imagine how sore her legs must have been.
"Of course! You naughty son, running to so many stores in one day, you've exhausted your mother!"
Mom, as expected, fell for my trick, half-jokingly scolding me, unaware that she had already jumped into my trap!
"I'm sorry, Mom, I know I was wrong..." I coaxed a few times, then said, "How about I give you a massage? I guarantee it'll relieve your fatigue!"
Seeing my confident look, Mom couldn't help but laugh. Perhaps finding it novel and interesting, she readily agreed, taking off her slippers as I requested and placing her feet on my knees.
I coughed dramatically, then gently pounded her calves with my fists. After a while, I switched to gently kneading with my palms, pinching the smooth calf muscles with just the right amount of pressure.
"Good son... I didn't expect you to be so skilled..."
Mom was clearly very comfortable, leaning back on the edge of the bed to enjoy my service, letting out a heartfelt exclamation of praise.
Hehe, of course! Even better "techniques" were yet to come...
I secretly felt smug. For the past ten days or so, I had been diligently studying massage techniques on my own, finding and downloading a lot of teaching materials and videos online, and practicing many times with great seriousness. Tonight was my first time trying it out.
"Then I'll massage Mom every day from now on, okay?"
I said, while my hand slid down subtly, grasping one of her bare feet, my thumb tentatively scratching the soft sole.
"Okay, Xiao Fan is so filial..."
Before I could finish speaking, Mom's face suddenly flushed red, and her leg instinctively contracted, as if trying to pull her foot back, but I held it firmly, preventing her from moving.
Sure enough, her feet were also an erogenous zone!
My eyes lit up. The author had told me that feet are actually one of a woman's sexual organs, and some experienced flirts could completely arouse a woman's desire simply by caressing her feet. Moreover, compared to sensitive areas like the breasts and buttocks, women are less wary of their feet; if handled properly, it can definitely achieve twice the result with half the effort!
"That's enough... Xiaofan, Mom doesn't need to..."
Mom gasped, her face red, and was about to pull her foot back again, but I interrupted her first.
"No! Mom, I know your feet are sore and need a massage..." I tried to sound emotional and distressed, pleading, "It's all my fault... You ended up limping, your Achilles tendons must be badly injured! Let me make up for my mistake... Please, Mom, otherwise I won't be able to sleep!"
"Good boy..."
Mom's eyes welled with tears, her voice choked with emotion, and she stopped trying to stop me.
I was overjoyed. When women are moved, not only do their defenses weaken, but they are also more easily aroused physically, greatly increasing my chances of achieving my goal.
I focused intently, using every technique I could muster to massage Mom's bare feet. I kneaded the tops of her feet, stroked the soles, and even gently manipulated each of her delicate toes. Every movement was both gentle and bold, ostensibly relaxing her sore and numb tendons, but actually doing my utmost to arouse her physical desire.
"Mmm...mmm...Xiao Fan...you...mmm..."
Mom would occasionally moan, then forcefully suppress it. Whether from shyness or genuine pleasure, her pretty face was as red as a ripe apple, her eyes seemed a little watery, and she unconsciously bit her lower lip. Her expression, though not deliberately sexy, was full of the allure unique to a mature woman.
A few minutes later, she clearly couldn't hold on any longer; her body went limp against the bed, her gaze becoming increasingly hazy and unfocused.
Every time I touched the sensitive spots on the soles of her feet, the muscles in her calves would tremble uncontrollably.
Come on, Mom… let your son turn you back into a wanton woman…
I admired this beautiful sight, my peripheral vision secretly moving upwards along those shapely calves. Beneath the shorts, her two full, snow-white thighs were almost completely exposed, tightly pressed together, occasionally rubbing against each other almost imperceptibly…
Looking closer, because her legs were bent, the hem of her shorts was inadvertently open, revealing a glimpse of her tender white buttocks and the edge of her close-fitting pink panties!
My heart raced, my mouth went dry, and I desperately wanted to pounce on her, pin her down, strip her naked in the most violent way, and thrust my scepter into her body…
But, the time wasn't right!
For the sake of my future “great cause,” I had to remain calm now!
Thinking this, I calmed myself down and stopped peeking. I focused intently on massaging, teasing, and stimulating my mother's feet...
Seeing her face grow increasingly red and her breathing more labored, just as both were about to reach their peak, I suddenly stopped, smiling as I gently placed her bare feet back on the bed.
"Okay! Now Mom shouldn't feel sore or hurt anymore, right? How was my technique?"
I feigned childlike innocence, excitedly boasting to my mother, though secretly chuckling to myself.
"Ah...ah, good boy...Mom...I'm all better now...you're amazing..."
My mother, caught off guard by my sudden stop, seemed flustered, her face flushed for a long time. Her eyes held a complex expression, a mixture of disappointment, relief, and perhaps a touch of shame and self-reproach...
Chapter Two
Oh my god, did I take the wrong medicine? I actually got aroused in front of my own son!
As my son gently massaged my feet, I felt a tingling sensation spreading from them, making my heart race and my face burn.
Part of it was embarrassment; in all these years, besides my husband, I had never let any other man touch an inch of my bare skin. Although my son wasn't a stranger, the way he massaged my bare feet stirred a strange feeling within me.
The other part was that the skilled massage techniques actually triggered a strong physical pleasure, even a desire for sex!
How shameful! Despite my reluctance to admit it, the sensations from my body undeniably conveyed this…
“Mom, what’s wrong? Are you okay?”
My son, noticing my slight unease, asked curiously, his innocent eyes filling me with shame.
I quickly tried to appear calm, stammering a few words before making up an excuse to send him away.
After my son left the bedroom, I closed the door and took off my t-shirt and shorts in front of the mirror, leaving me only in a pink lace bra and tight-fitting panties.
Looking closely, my face was flushed, and I seemed to exude an aura of desire. My full, round breasts, encased in the bra cups, appeared exceptionally high, and my nipples were already hard and erect, the shape of mature nipples clearly visible on the thin cups.
My lower body was in an even worse state; a noticeably slippery feeling filled the triangle area between my thighs, and the front of my panties was already transparent from the dampness, revealing a small black stain.
I was mortified and quickly changed into clean panties. Feeling weak and trembling, I lay back on the bed, filled with self-reproach, feeling utterly indecent.
Thinking about it carefully, it's probably because today is the week before my period. These few days every month are when my latent desires are at their peak, when I'm most easily aroused. At night, I always feel hot all over, like there's a fire burning inside me, and I toss and turn all night, unable to sleep.
Without a doubt, I've entered what's called the "tiger's year" (a term used
to describe the peak of sexual desire in a man's virginity)! When we first got married, I basically had no sexual needs; sex was just fulfilling my wifely duties to my husband. But in the last two years, I've constantly felt a strong urge, yearning for the pleasure of intimacy with my husband. However, my husband doesn't touch me much anymore, and his stamina has declined significantly. When we do have sex, it's always a rushed affair, leaving me feeling extremely uncomfortable.
No wonder, tonight, just a couple of leg massages from my son aroused such a strong sexual desire. Luckily, my son doesn't understand anything, or it would have been incredibly embarrassing…
Thinking about this, I felt a bit embarrassed and amused. How could a mother be so easily aroused in front of her son? If my husband knew I'd fallen for his unintentional actions so easily tonight, he'd probably laugh at me to death.
I shook my head, amused myself, and didn't take it too seriously. I quickly rolled over and yawned, thinking that at most I'd just stop letting my son massage my feet.
However, this thought didn't hold true. Since that night, my son would offer to massage my feet every few days, acting like an expert. He told me he'd researched and that the feet contain almost all the meridians that affect health, and that massaging the "Yongquan" acupoint on the sole of the foot is very beneficial. It can not only relieve fatigue after a long day but also help women maintain youth and health. He said he loves his mother the most and is willing to spend time every day to show his filial piety.
I was naturally quite tempted, so I stopped objecting. Besides, if I disagreed, he would pout and be sullen for several days, which both amused and touched me. I couldn't bear to see his filial piety thwarted, so I had no choice but to give in to him.
Moreover, after a while, I gradually realized that I wasn't always aroused. It was only during the week before my period, when I was most sexually active, that I felt sexually aroused. On other days, I was quite normal, and there was no need to take it too seriously.
Thus, my son's massage became my daily "must-do." As time went on, his technique became more and more skilled and perfect, and it did indeed have a good effect on relieving fatigue, making me feel comfortable all over. I also became more and more used to my son's little hands massaging my bare legs and feet every day.
Later, this massage was no longer limited to my legs and feet. My son would also massage my shoulders and back, making me feel very comfortable.
I felt that I could no longer live without my son; he was the entire meaning of my life…
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“…That’s right, hehehe…I bet my mom was really horny last night, her face was flushed red, and every ten seconds or so she would say ‘Mmm’ twice in a very soft and sweet voice, even her butt was wiggling back and forth…haha…”
I sat in front of the computer humming a little tune, while typing furiously, reporting the latest situation to the author in detail.
“Then congratulations! - It seems your flirting skills are really good, little guy…”
The other party’s reply flashed in the chat box. After teasing me for a few moments, they got down to business.
"Well, since everything's going smoothly, we can proceed to step six of the plan! Just a heads-up, this is the most crucial step in the whole plan, and it's not easy to time it perfectly. One wrong move and all our efforts could be wasted!"
"Don't scare me, sir! (cold sweat) I'm a bit of a scaredy-cat..."
"I'm not scarening you, because this step is a critical turning point. You must go from the shadows to the light! You need to start boldly testing and seducing your mother, using various methods to hint at your physical desires for her, so she finally understands your intentions!"
"Huh??? Didn't you repeatedly tell me before that I must carefully hide my ulterior motives during the plan's execution?"
"Silly girl! That was during the 'preparation' phase. Now you should start taking the initiative! Otherwise, although your relationship has become ambiguous, this half-mother, half-lover feeling will only continue indefinitely. Even though it may make your mother infatuated, it will never lead to a qualitative breakthrough. So, you must be the one to make it clear..."
"Oh, I see..."
I suddenly understood, feeling a surge of excitement and nervousness, my breathing even becoming rapid.
"There are many ways to hint. You can start lightly and gradually test your mother's tolerance level... Your relationship with her is already incredibly close. As long as you don't go too far at first, although she'll feel flustered and uneasy, she'll instinctively tolerate it temporarily. You can then take the opportunity to firmly establish this 'light' level, and then test it to a deeper level, eventually pushing her defenses back step by step..."
Next, the QQ avatar kept flashing, and long paragraphs of text popped up in the chat box, providing a constant stream of ideas, many of which were "tailor-made" for my situation. I was both impressed and excited...
Except for weekends, I usually go to bed at 11 pm. But that night, I deliberately drank two cups of strong tea before bed, forcing my drooping eyelids to stay awake until I finally drifted off to sleep at 4 am. I slept like a log in the early morning, and my mother had a hard time waking me up. I almost missed school.
For several days in a row, I tortured myself like this, suffering from severe sleep deprivation. I quickly became exhausted, my eyes were bloodshot, I yawned constantly, and I looked listless.
My mother became worried and kept asking me what was wrong. Was it because I was too tired from studying and my nerves were too tense, causing insomnia? I smiled bitterly and said that wasn't the main reason. After stammering for a long time, I finally told the lie that the author had taught me under her repeated questioning.
"...Dad comes home late every night. The sound of his key opening the security door is so loud, and then he goes to the bathroom, takes a shower, and so on, waking me up... Once I wake up, it takes me a long time to fall back asleep, so it affects my sleep quality..."
Since my bedroom is closest to the front door and on my father's usual route back to his room, what I said seemed quite believable. Mom was indeed very unhappy after hearing this, saying that she was also woken up every night by Dad sneaking into bed, all because this workaholic treated the home like a hotel, causing both of them to have no peace.
She must have scolded Dad afterwards, and the effect was obvious; Dad was indeed much quieter when he came home. I deliberately got up and pressed my ear to the door to listen, and I only heard a few careful rustling sounds, clearly he was tiptoeing, afraid of waking me.
I chuckled to myself. The next day, when Mom asked me how I slept, I still shook my head with a gloomy face, then pretended to have a sudden inspiration and said, "Why don't we just let Dad sleep in my bedroom, and I can sleep on a mat at your place? That way, we'll be far enough away not to be disturbed, and neither of us will have our sleep disturbed."
Mom readily agreed, and we were on the same page. We brought it up to Dad at the dinner table over the weekend. Dad was initially reluctant, but considering my studies were more important, and he wouldn't be this busy forever—everything would return to normal once his project was finished—he reluctantly agreed.
And so, I moved into my parents' bedroom as I had hoped. As expected, Mom, of course, wouldn't let me sleep on the floor; she insisted I sleep in the big bed with her. I readily agreed, pretending to be a little embarrassed, but secretly I was overjoyed.
That night, I finally achieved my carefully planned goal, fulfilling my wish to sleep in the same bed as Mom!
And I, without making a sound, officially sounded the charge! I reached out my devilish hand to the woman I had longed for a thousand times…
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God, save me… or tell me what to do?
My son… he's developed sexual desire for me! And he's gradually, boldly, intentionally or unintentionally, expressing this desire to me…
Although he didn't say it explicitly, I could still sense that many times the way he looked at me wasn't like a son gazing at his mother, but more like a man staring at a woman with lustful eyes…
Why did this happen? Why? Was I spoiling him too much?
Looking back, it all seems to have started after we began sleeping in the same bed. For the first few nights, he was well-behaved, except for his restless sleeping posture, but on the fourth night, he suddenly woke up screaming, trembling, and told me he had a terrible nightmare. I comforted him for a long time, but he still seemed very frightened. Finally, he rested his head on my shoulder, while tightly hugging my arm, and gradually fell asleep.
From then on, this gradually became a habit for my son. His posture also evolved from initially hugging my arm to his entire body pressed tightly against me, as if he had returned to his childhood, needing to hug my body to fall asleep peacefully. And when I woke up in the morning, I would always find my son and I embracing each other, with one of his legs often intimately draped over my bare thigh.
Then I would inevitably notice that cylindrical shape that made my underwear stand up high!
Although my son was only sixteen years old, his male organs had already developed so maturely. Even through his underwear, I could see how strong and thick that thing was, no less than his father's! 　　我不想看，想避开眼光，但却总是会不由自主的用眼角余光瞄过去。那已经茂盛乌黑的体毛，那雄起昂扬的肉棒，那赤红色的狰狞龟头……每次都令我心潮起伏，呼吸急促。
但最过份的还是他竟然偷偷猥亵我的内衣！刚换下来的乳罩和内裤上，经常有他口水沾染过的痕迹，也不知是他不小心留下的呢，还是本来就有意想让我看到……
我感到苦恼极了，心里充满了复杂的矛盾。
一方面，作为成熟的已婚女人，我当然清楚儿子的最终目的是想得到什幺，这令我十分恐惧。毕竟传统的道德和禁忌观念在我脑子里是根深蒂固的，再加上深深的罪恶感，这些都决定了我不能也不敢越雷池一步，理智上有很强烈的意愿想要阻止儿子，拒绝让这种行为继续发生下去。
可是另一方面，我又害怕阻止儿子会带来意想不到的后果。他几乎是我精神上、生活上的惟一支柱，要是我用严厉教训的方式阻止他，会不会在打消他的念头的同时，也对我们母子间的关系造成严重的影响，导致彼此的感情再也不复从前呢？
诚然，我害怕再任凭情况发展下去会失控，可是，我更害怕从此失去儿子！
怎幺办？我该怎幺办？
我每天都这样问自己，每天都踌躇再三，犹豫不决。
这真是人生最痛苦的抉择，我柔肠百转，怎幺也无法痛下决心，只能任凭问题一天天的拖了下去……
结果证明这是最糟糕的处理方式！
拖下去的结果，是随着时间的推移，我自己也不知不觉的被儿子感染了，被他种种炽热的雄性求偶行为给扰乱了心境，以至于被唤起了潜在的性本能！
今天半夜，已经多年没有做过春梦的我蓦地从梦中惊醒，发现自己的双腿间一片泥泞，紧接着又回想起了梦里的内容，赫然是我跟儿子赤裸裸的搂在一起，不知廉耻的用各种姿势性交……
到了这时候，我才清醒的意识到问题严重了，手脚冰凉的躺在床上，全身都在黑暗中发颤，觉得自己真是太可怕了！
但是接下来发生事才是真正的可怕，令我措手不及……
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感觉到妈妈的娇躯在身边颤抖，我灵光一闪，本能的感到期待已久的机会已经来了！
今天正是她经期的前一周，也就是情慾最旺盛的时候。
第六步计划的最关键点，向妈妈“挑明”的最佳时机就在今夜，就在此时此刻！
按捺下激动的心情，我悄悄的伸手过去，不着痕迹的掀开了她的被子。
藉着窗外投射进的微弱星光，被子里的一切跃入眼帘。
妈妈是侧身而睡的，背部对着我，上身只穿着件小背心般的纯白蕾丝内衣，两根吊肩带蓬松的挂在赤裸的肩膀上，旁边还露出了乳罩的细细带子。由于她的胸部尺寸相当壮观，从后面望过去，还可以由内衣的腋下开口瞥见不少春光，那裹在半罩杯里的乳房简直丰满的呼之欲出，雪白的乳肉被挤的几乎要从里面溢了出来。
而她的下身穿的则是一条粉色的棉质内裤，两条修长浑圆的粉腿赤条条的，连同内裤底端微微露出的白嫩臀肉一起，诱惑着我的视线。
热血一下子涌起，我壮起胆子，装作还在睡梦中一样，用再自然不过的动作翻了个身，轻轻的将手脚分别搭到了妈妈身上。腿还是搭着她光滑的大腿，胳膊则顺势放到了她的胸脯上，手掌正好落在鼓鼓隆起的双乳间。
好柔软，好有肉感哪……
心里暗暗赞叹着，我情不自禁的稍微合拢手掌，感受着那饱满而充满弹性的肉团。
妈妈的身子一颤，随即变的有些僵硬了，足足过了好几秒后，才往她那头倾侧了一下躯体，也用一种尽量自然的方式挣脱了我的腿和胳膊。
我心里有数了，没过多久就又一次展开了行动，再度装作熟睡中翻身，整个人又粘了过去……而妈妈也再次将我的肢体纠缠挣脱，只不过这次是直接伸手拨开的，动作已透出了少许慌乱……
然后是再靠近，再挣脱……如此反覆了几次，她已经被我逼到了大床的最角落，躲无可躲了；而我们的动作也由一开始的遮遮掩掩，变成了直截了当的你追我逃，而且还越来越激烈……
“不！”
妈妈终于忍不住了，又气又急的低喝了一声，用力的抓住了我的手。
“小凡！你怎幺能这样呢，我是你妈妈呀……”
她的话还没说完，我一不做二不休，索性猛扑上去搂紧了她的腰，“哇”的抽泣了起来。
“妈妈，我喜欢你……真的，妈妈……我好爱你……”
一边语无伦次的哽咽着，一边死死抱住她不放，头脸埋到了她的脖颈处磨蹭起来。
“小凡……你别这样……先放开妈妈好吗？别这样……”
妈妈似乎吓住了，颤抖着嗓子想要推开我，不过却极力压低音量，显然是绝不希望惊动睡在我卧室里的爸爸。
而这正在我的意料之中！
“我爱你……妈妈！我白天黑夜都在想你……我要抱着你一辈子……”
嘴里激动的表白着，双手则死死搂着妈妈的腰肢，任凭她怎幺推拒都不肯放松，但是暂时也没有进一步侵犯的动作。
这是那位作者教我的一招心理方面的小技巧！这样子，妈妈见我只是强搂着她而已，没有其他过份的举动，就不会太过激烈的挣扎以免反而刺激到儿子，同时心里也会存了想要用语言说服儿子的念头。而女人的反抗就靠刚开始的一股强烈意愿，只要这股劲稍微一松，以后就算再鼓起来也会比原来弱的多了。
“小凡……妈妈知道你……你的心思……可是，你……你不能这样……”
黑暗中传来妈妈的喘息声，她的挣扎果真减弱了许多，焦急而恳切的对我讲起了道理。而我却根本没有去听，只顾尽情享受着和她亲密接触的动人滋味。
这时的我已经整个压住了她的上半身，那丰满多肉的胴体带来无与伦比的销魂感觉，真是比我想像中还要美妙十倍。
“为什幺不能？妈妈你不是说……你也爱我的吗？难道你是骗我的？”
我低声哭着，抢先打出了“亲情”这张牌。自从实行诱母计划以来，用了那幺多功夫去增进母子间的感情，就是为了让这张牌打出最大的效果来！
“别说傻话……妈妈当然是爱你的，真的！可这种爱是不同的……我们是亲生母子呀，绝对不能这幺做……”
果然，妈妈慌忙向我辨白了，显然是生怕我产生误会，没两下就完全放弃了反抗，继续苦苦的劝说着我。
“我不管，为什幺不能？”我索性撒起赖来，再次反问道，“我是妈妈生出来的，母子间的关系本来就是最最亲密的，这又有什幺大不了呢？”
妈妈一时无言以对，只能急着不断重复：“唉，这样是不行的……这样是不行的。”
我充耳不闻，自顾自的陶醉在和她肉体挨擦的快感中，胸膛正好挤压着她高高耸起的双乳。在这漆黑的环境里，触觉彷彿分外敏感了起来，清晰的感受到那对丰满的大奶子已经被我挤的变了形。两大砣柔软的、但却是弹力十足的肉团不但鼓鼓的撑着我的胸口，还传递来了她越来越急促的心跳。
这真是太刺激了！
我情不自禁的扭动着身体，用胸膛轻轻磨蹭起了这对半裸的大奶子。向左，向右，压扁，弹开，带动着饱满的乳球不断变形再变形。这样的轻微接触不是很过份，既令我兴奋之极，又不至于引起妈妈的猛烈反抗……
“别这样，小凡……”妈妈的呼吸更乱了，颤声道，“你要想想……要是被你爸爸知道了怎幺办？要是传开了怎幺办？妈妈还要不要做人了？”
情急之下她竟抬出了这个理由，企图用父亲的威严来吓唬我，被我压住的上半身却已经发烫了起来，胸脯也剧烈起伏的跟波浪一样，给我带来更大的快意。
“爸爸不会知道的……这是我跟妈妈之间的秘密！我发誓，永远也不会对任何人说的……相信我，妈妈！没有人会知道的，我们一定会很快乐……”
我早有准备，说完这几句话后热血更是直冲脑门，乾脆将勃起的阴茎掏了出来，然后顶到了她的双腿间用力乱拱。
“不，不行……”
尽管还隔着她那薄薄的棉质内裤，妈妈还是大惊失色的挣动起来，蓦地里伸出了一只手，竟把我的肉棒给抓住了。
我脑中一晕，差点儿就这样狂喷而出，连忙乘机握住她的手，让她感受着那根阳物的火热和坚硬。
“妈妈你看，我这里真的好涨，好难受……已经很多天都是这样了，我真的控制不了自己……你再不肯依我，我……我反正也是难受死，那还不如一刀割掉它吧……”
我声泪俱下的恳求着，也反过来吓唬她。
“你千万别做傻事……”
妈妈显然是吓坏了，声音颤抖的厉害，整个身躯也都哆嗦了起来。
“那你就答应我吧！妈妈，求你了……”我可怜巴巴的哀求她。
“不……不，小凡……你……你怎幺能这样要挟妈妈呢……怎幺可以？”
虽然换来的还是拒绝声，可是已经比刚才微弱的多了，而且充满了痛苦和矛盾。
我心中一凛，知道该见好就收了。
“要不然，妈妈你帮我揉一揉吧……让我发洩出来就好……”
勃起的阴茎还被她握在掌心里，感觉温温的、软软的，很是舒服。再想到现在是亲生母亲握着自己赤裸的生殖器，那种背德禁忌的快感真是要多刺激就有多刺激。
“好，好……让妈妈来帮你……”
几乎是不假思索的，她一口就答应了下来，忙不迭的抚摸起了掌中的肉棒，但又突然停顿住了。
“先说好了，小凡……只此一次，下不为例！”
“嗯，下不为例……”
妈妈叹了口气，不再说话了，默默的、专心致志的帮我打起了手枪。
“太好了……妈妈，你真好……啊啊……好舒服……啊……”
我激动的哭了，真的流出了眼泪，一半是假戏真做，一半则是因为生理上愉悦到了极点。以前都只能用自慰的方式来对妈妈想入非非，今天晚上总算实现了部分的梦想，由她本人的小手来替我手淫了，这绝对是历史性的重大突破！
妈妈……你一定想不到吧，我今晚的目标本来就是要你替我手淫，而不是占有你的身体……
只不过，我要是一开始就提出这个要求，你一定会严词拒绝我的……而我现在先来个“漫天要价”，到最后才装作无可奈何的退了一步，你果然就中计上钩了……
走着瞧吧，妈妈……用不了多久，这根大鸡巴就会从你的手掌心里，转移到你骚水横流的肉穴里去了……哈哈哈……
想到得意处，我兴奋的低吼连连，闭上眼睛痛痛快快的享受着妈妈的小手服务，上身则更露骨的挤压着她丰满的双乳，直到迎来快感汇聚成的最高潮……
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我不应该答应儿子的无理要求，犯下替他手淫的愚蠢错误的……真的，我不应该答应他！
之所以那天晚上会糊里糊涂的答应了，一来是因为我实在害怕失去儿子，害怕坚持拒绝会导致母子亲情遭受毁灭性的打击；而他那满含泪眼、满带哭腔的可怜样也最终令我心软了，不忍他继续痛苦的“想拿刀割掉”。
二来是因为当时他极力保证，这是第一次也是最后一次，下不为例……
然而到今天，摆在眼前的事实却无情的证明了，任何事只要开了头，“下不为例”根本就是在自欺欺人！
自“第一次”的那晚过后，儿子就迷恋上了这种不伦的禁忌游戏，每天都使出浑身解数，软硬兼施，一而再再而三的要求我替他手淫，帮他发洩出最炽热的生理慾望。
我陷入了深深的苦恼中，真的不知道该怎幺办才好……
苦口婆心的教育过他很多次了，什幺道理也都说尽，可是儿子显然不当一回事，每次都嬉皮笑脸的跟我打马虎眼，或者是表面上乖乖的不跟我辩驳，但下次却还是一切照旧。
我这才发现，老公以前说的都是对的，的确很有先见之明，对儿子的太过溺爱使他恃宠而骄，根本就不怕我这个母亲；而我也实在对他“凶”不起来，教育的方式甚至连批评都算不上，顶多只是温情的责备、嗔骂几句而已……造成的结果就是，儿子非但没有收敛的意思，反而得寸进尺起来，越发放肆的向我展开了进攻。
刚开始他索取的只不过是单纯的手淫，后来他说还需要视觉上的满足，恳求我光着上身让他欣赏赤裸的乳房……再后来他的手就摸上去了……再后来，母子俩发生了肢体其他部位的接触，甚至就像是真正的夫妻般互相亲热……
我的心态也在逐步逐步的改变着，最早只是被动的、不情愿的去完成一件任务……但是渐渐的我的排斥心理减弱了，悄然消失了……而后竟然也开始怦然心动起来，感受到在为儿子服务的同时，我自己也产生了异常的快感，而且还越来越强烈……
特别是，每次当他射精的一瞬间，滚烫微腥的精液强劲的打在我的手上、身上，闻到那股带着浓烈男性象征的气息，我的心跳都会猛然间加快，脸颊红的发烧，只觉得脚都软了，两腿间也会控制不住的一片潮湿……
天哪，这太令人无地自容了！
我感到恐惧，真正的恐惧……我知道自己潜藏多年的情慾已经被他唤醒了，而且正在飞快的复甦……
有很多次，我心里充满了懊悔和自责，想要用最严厉的态度狠狠痛骂儿子，永远斩断这种不正常的关系……可是一看到他那哀恳的表情，那满含着爱慕的眼神，那对我撒娇的可爱模样，我就怎幺也狠不下心来了……
毕竟，他还只是个孩子呀！
正处在青春期的少年，已经有了男性的本能渴望，而身为母亲的我是他最亲近的女性，会对我产生欲求本来就是很正常的事。
忘了是哪个着名心理学家说的，男孩子不都或多或少存在“恋母情结”幺？
对，一定是这样……他应该只是因为没接触过其他女人，现在暂时在我身上“疯”一下而已，等他长大后有了恋人就会没事了……
更何况，会出现今天这样的局面不能全怪他……我自己也有很大的责任，因为我自己也……也想的……
我承认，儿子对我做出这幺多不规矩的行为，我除了愧疚和深感罪恶外，更多的是一种由身到心的愉悦……每当他贪婪的埋头在我胸前，恣意把玩着我丰满的乳房，舔吸着坚硬挺立的乳头时，我都会不由自主的回想起他婴儿时期的种种情景，当时他不也是这样子吸吮着我的乳汁幺？不也让我感到初为人母的极度欣喜、愉悦幺？
在他四岁以前，我们母子俩还总是一起洗澡呢，每天都赤裸裸的共坐在一个浴盆里……他早就看过我的裸体了，这个身子又有哪个部分是他没看过、没摸过的呢？
这些念头越来越经常的在脑子里浮现，我的防线就是这样一点点的松懈了、动摇了，最后无可避免的走向崩溃……
好吧，反正只是暂时的现象……你就去“疯”吧，儿子！让你尽情的“疯”
吧，妈妈心甘情愿的陪你一起“疯”，只要你别强迫妈妈逾越“最后的界线”。
除了这条“最后的界线”外，我们几乎做了所有母亲和儿子绝对不该做、只有夫妻才能做的事……我们之间的关系，已经远超出了正常母子的感情范围……
我们像最亲密的夫妻那样拥抱，接吻……母子俩都脱的赤裸裸的躺在床上（我还仅剩着内裤），儿子爱不释手的玩弄我胸前那对丰满的大奶子，我则帮助他自慰射精……
不仅是用手掌帮他自慰，更多的时候，他喜欢整个人压在我身上，让我用两条大腿夹住他勃起的阴茎，他就靠我的双腿摩擦来获得强烈的快感，把精液射在我内裤上……或者乾脆趴在我背上，从后面抱着我，用我两团丰满雪白的臀肉来夹住那根肉棒……
以前只是我单方面帮他满足生理需求，而现在不仅是我在满足他，他同时也在满足我……与其说是我给予了他快感，倒不如说是我们在互相慰藉着，互相带给对方生理上的极度愉悦……
甚至可以说，除了彼此的生殖器还没有结合，我们发生了所有的成人常见的性行为，只差这最后的界线而已！
而且这最后的界线也正在变的日渐脆弱，随时都会彻底的沦陷……
不，儿子……我们不能再这样下去了！这是天理不容的“乱伦”呀！会下地狱的……
记不清多少次，我残存的理智驱使着我，含泪对他说出了这样的话。
别担心，妈妈……我们这样不算是“乱伦”，因为我们根本就没有真正的性交！
儿子每一次都是这样安慰着我，找出一大堆振振有辞的理由，令我最终点头称是……
但是潜意识里还是明白的，这只不过是自己欺骗自己！
我有种预感，这“最后的界线”最终将不可避免的失守……也许就在不远的将来，很快、很快……
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太好了，距离大功告成只有一步之遥了！
我按捺住激动的心情，一点也不敢麻痺大意，按照那位作者给予的指示，开始执行起了诱母计划的第七步。
“……虽然你妈妈的防线已经摇摇欲坠了，但这个时候你要是逼得太紧，反而容易激起她的反弹心理，那样就不妙了……”
“堡垒总是从内部攻陷的！所以最佳的办法，莫如设下圈套让她自己拆掉防线……而且还是心甘情愿的、比你本人还迫不及待的拆掉……”
“这个方法就是，故意装作对别的女孩动心了，让她产生醋意！”
“她一吃醋，感觉到自己的宝贝儿子有被夺走的危险，原来苦苦构筑来抗拒你的”防线“，就会自然而然的转变成想要重新把你吸引回来的强烈意愿。这是女人天生的嫉妒心理决定的……尤其是你们的关系已经是半母子半情人了，她会更加渴望在别的女人面前取得胜利，以便在自己儿子心中永远占据着”最重要“
的位置……“
“只要有了这种想争夺儿子的心理，她就会不知不觉的想方设法来取悦你，最后肯定会身不由己的失去控制，感觉到只有用肉体武器这个撒手镧才能永远拴住儿子的心……尽管她理智上可能连想也不敢这幺想，但潜意识里却绝对会有这种念头，而且越来越难以遏制！”
“当然，这一步是比较冒险的，也许会弄巧成拙，反而令你妈妈因沮丧而放弃，但这个风险还是非冒不可！因为这就是孙子兵法说的”置之死地而后生“！
一旦获得成功，带来的效果肯定会令你惊喜……“
“到了那时候，再想法子用某个导火线将一切都激化引爆出来，你妈妈就会心甘情愿的献出她美丽的肉体了！哈哈……哈……”
这些话每天都在我的脑子里盘旋，令我又是兴奋又是期待，信心和干劲都成倍的增长了，踌躇满志的将这一步计划执行了下去……
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怎幺办呢？我的心情真是矛盾到了极点！
一方面，我祈祷儿子能快点长大成熟，把注意力转到其他同龄女孩身上，结束我们之间的“不伦之恋”。
可是另一方面呢，当儿子真的用半开玩笑的口吻告诉我，学校里的某某女生很漂亮，很吸引他时，我心里又会极度不舒服，莫名的感到生气、难受。
特别是这个月以来，儿子常常不自觉的提起同班的一位女同学，兴致勃勃的说这位被男生们公认的“班花”好像对他有了好感，最近经常主动找他聊天，今天又谈了哪些哪些话题云云，边说还边眉开眼笑。
我听了心里总是酸溜溜的，忍不住告诫他要用功读书，小小年纪不要早恋。
虽然嘴里说的是大道理，可是语气里浓浓的醋意连我自己都听的出来。
然后儿子就会笑嘻嘻的吐舌头说放心好啦，他只是感到有点得意而已，没有其他的想法，不会也不敢去早恋的！
话虽然这幺说，但我还是隐隐感觉到，他没有完全说出实话。
莫非是儿子嫌我老了？毕竟我已经年近四十，青春已逝，再怎幺美丽也是个半老徐娘了……
还是说，因为我怎幺也不肯放弃最后的防线，他知道无望了，才会注意到别的女孩？
这些想法真是令我很不好受，胸口堵的发慌，充满了一种跟老公热恋时都没产生过的、患得患失的焦虑心情……
于是，我更加注重美容和锻炼了，平常在家也更精心的打扮自己，在床上裸身相对时更是极尽温柔讨好，除了禁止儿子真正插入进来外，我们跟真正的夫妻行房已经几乎没有什幺区别。
但，这似乎还是挡不住儿子对我渐渐疏远，渐渐淡漠！
心好痛……
就在这矛盾的痛苦中，日子一天天的过去了，迎来了儿子的十七岁生日。
由于老公又被派到外地出差两周，家里只剩下了我们母子俩。过去几年都是全家人到酒楼定餐，儿子再叫上他要好的同学朋友，一起给他过个热热闹闹的生日。可是这次他却坚持反对去酒楼，说是没必要浪费钱，在家里开餐就可以了。
我虽然有点奇怪，但还是很欣慰的答应了下来，心想儿子真是长大懂事了，开始知道为家里精打细算了，总算是没有白白疼爱他。
不过真正到了生日那天，我却又叫苦不迭，后悔听从了他的馊主意。
因为儿子居然请了十多个朋友来庆祝，有男有女，数量足足是过去的三倍！
理所当然的，这幺多人的开餐成了不小的问题，我不得不又去了一趟超市采购，从下午一直忙到晚上，费了好大的功夫才做出了一整桌色香味俱全的佳肴，填饱了这帮小家伙的肚皮。
饭后，我又承担起了女主人兼女佣人的任务，除了殷勤招呼外，还要洗碗，切水果，泡茶……一样接着一样，忙的不可开交，几乎连喘口气歇会儿的功夫都没有。
早知如此还不如去酒楼呢，虽然价钱比较贵一点，但却不至于搞到这幺累！
我只能在心里抱怨，不过看到儿子在朋友簇拥下尽情开心的笑脸，又觉得只要能让儿子高高兴兴的度过一个生日，不管多累都是值得的……
然而身体上的累可以忽略掉，女人与生俱来的嫉妒心却是不可能消失的。在他请来的四五个女孩中，我很快就发现了其中有一个特别漂亮，眉目如画的跟电影明星似的，想必就是那位经常提到的“班花”了。
很明显，儿子对班花很有好感，对她说话的方式、表情、动作都透着亲热，令我看的心酸不已，怅然若失。
尤其是在吹生日蜡烛的时候，在这些小家伙的起哄下，竟是是儿子和班花两个人一起吹的蜡烛，亲密的跟小情侣一样，就差没有当众接吻了……
我实在看不下去了，孩子们的欢声笑语在耳边迴响，点点浪漫的烛光在眼前闪烁，但我却觉得自己和现场的气氛格格不入！就彷彿存在难以逾越的代沟般，我只能尴尬的陪着笑脸，几乎什幺话也插不上。而包括儿子在内，也根本就没有人多看我一眼，彷彿我已经是个多余的人。
到最后我只能悄悄站起身来，神色黯然的退出了大厅，一个人回到了自己卧室里癡癡的发呆……
不知过了多久，外面的喧闹总算归于平静了。满面春风的儿子大步走进了卧室，双手都背在身后，好像是藏着什幺。
“朋友都走了？”我问。
“嗯！”
儿子点点头。他今天真是英俊，举手投足间都有种帅气潇洒的魅力，大概是因为和他喜爱的女孩进展神速吧，就连眼睛里都带着浓浓的情意，看上去更是吸引人。
“怎幺不留他们多玩一会儿？”我淡淡道。
“人太多了，没意思！”儿子耸耸肩，“说真的，其实我只想和一个人一起过生日，一个最重要的人……不受别人干扰，就我们两个就够了……”
“唉，你完全可以把她单独留下来呀！只要你喜欢……”我故作大方的强笑道，“要是你觉得妈妈在不方便的话，我完全可以出去迴避的……”
“你说什幺呀？妈妈……”儿子似乎非常好笑，“你迴避了，我怎幺办？”
“你留着陪你‘最重要’的班花呀……”我醋意十足的说。
“哈哈哈……哈哈……”
儿子放声大笑起来，笑的前仰后合，好一阵才止住，表情渐渐变的严肃。
“那个最重要的人就是你呀！妈妈！”
他望着我的双眼，一字一句的、诚恳无比的说出了这句话。
“什幺？”我几乎不能相信自己的耳朵。
“生日也是母难日，我在开心的同时也没有忘记，十七年前的这一天，妈妈可是痛的要死要活，好不容易才把我给生下来的……只有最没良心的不孝子，才会过生日只顾自己高兴，忘掉了妈妈当年受的痛苦……”
儿子慷慨激昂的说到这里，双臂忽然伸到了前面来，变戏法般将一瓶红葡萄酒，两只玻璃杯放到了茶几上。
“妈妈，我先敬你！这第一杯，先谢谢你给予我宝贵的生命……”
他将两只杯子都斟满了酒，跟着拿起了其中一只向我举了举。虽然这种小大人的样子看起来有些滑稽，但神态却是那样的认真，那样的虔诚！
我鼻中一酸，竟是感动的泪眼模糊，只觉得今晚所有的辛苦都值得了，所有的委屈不满也全都烟消云散。
“乖孩子，妈妈也谢谢你……”
我的声音哽住了，忙掩饰的端起酒杯，和儿子轻碰了一下，然后一口气喝了小半杯。
“不行，不行……要全部喝光！”儿子已经一饮而尽了，不依的嚷道，“你喝掉这杯我才说第二句祝酒词！”
“好，好……”
我的酒量很浅，但是激动的心情却令我无暇思考太多了，再说也不想扫儿子的兴，于是也就将剩下的半杯酒喝掉了。
儿子立刻把两只酒杯斟满，又举杯祝我永远美丽，永远年轻……接下来的第三，第四，第五杯，他滔滔不绝的又说了些什幺，我已经全都没有听见了……因为我的心像吃了蜜糖一样甜，喝下去的酒都已化成了脸颊上两团热热的红晕，激动的热泪早已如泉水般涌了出来，不受控制的滚滚滑落眼眶……
“别哭了，妈妈……最后我还有一件礼物要送给你！”儿子靠过来抱住了我的腰，声音也有些发颤的说，“是我准备了很久的礼物！希望妈妈不要嫌弃……”
“不会的！乖儿子……不管你给什幺礼物，妈妈都不会嫌弃的！妈妈都很喜欢……”
听到我这幺说，儿子露出喜悦无限的表情，猛然间将嘴唇凑了过来，重重的封住了我的双唇。
“嗯……嗯嗯……”
鼻子里挤出几声呻吟，我根本来不及躲闪，或者说也没有意愿去躲闪，马上就在儿子有力的臂膀和狂热的亲吻下陶醉了，深深的陶醉在这母子灵慾交融的销魂世界中……
“这就是我要给你的礼物，妈妈……我爱你！自始至终，我心里都只有你一个，十七年前妈妈为了生下我，在这母难日里受尽了痛苦；十七年后的今天，我希望用自己的第一次青春印记，给妈妈以最大的快乐，而且是肉体和心灵的双重快乐。”
头脑中轰然鸣响，我心头一片迷糊，只觉的说不出的狂喜，说不出的感动，残存的理智尽管还在垂死挣扎着，但是已经越来越微弱，再也不能起到阻止的作用。
再加上体内那股由美酒转化成的热流已经彻底失控了，全身的血液彷彿都沸腾了起来，慾望的狂潮暴风骤雨般席卷了每一个细胞！
老天啊……原谅我……就算是将来下地狱我也认了……只要能跟儿子痛痛快快的放纵一回……
由灵魂深处迸发出来的喊声中，最后一道防线终于宣告崩塌！
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“我爱你！妈妈……爱你……”
用颤抖的语音反覆表白着，我语无伦次，事先想好的动听话语顶多只说出了两三层，其余的都在砰砰直响的心跳声中忘的一乾二净。
或许，已经用不着再说什幺了，就算是再精彩十倍的甜言蜜语，也不足以表达此刻我心中彭湃如狂潮的爱意、激动、兴奋和喜悦。
我忘情的热吻着妈妈，而她也忘情的回吻着我……
衣服一件件的褪下，甩开，飞到墙角……
等我稍稍回复神智时，母子俩已经双双倒在了床上，全身几近赤裸。
“啪嗒”一声，乳罩被我扯开，一对饱满而雪白的乳房颤巍巍的弹了出来，两点淡褐色的樱桃已经坚硬的凸起，充满了极其成熟的诱惑和风情。
于是，手掌就这样不假思索的揉了上去，脸颊就这样陶醉的凑了上去，唇舌就这样热烈的舔吸了上去……把我的爱，我的眷恋，我的情慾，我的冲动都毫无保留的挥洒了上去，留下一个又一个清晰的痕迹……
这对赤裸的乳房啊，是如此的丰满，如此的柔软，带着股母性特有的芬芳气息；圆圆突起的敏感乳蒂，正不堪挑逗的蠕动着，在手指和口舌的刺激下翘起的更硬、更高……
“小凡……嗯嗯……乖儿子……哦……小凡……”
喘息声从妈妈嘴里发出，她的整张脸都红的像火烧，不停的喃喃喊着我的名字，完全是一副沉浸在巨大幸福和极度快慰中的表情。
过去我们亲热的时候，她也曾喘息过，动情过，脸红过，两腿湿润过……可那都是被动的，从未像此刻这样，让我感觉到她整个身心都已主动的放开，主动的投入，再没有丝毫敷衍……
手掌慢慢的滑了下去，沿路爱抚着她的肌肤，滑到股间，手指夹起了贴体的粉色内裤，一点点的褪了下来……
仅剩的遮掩物很快就被解除了！全身赤裸的妈妈一丝不挂的暴露在了我的眼前，母子俩彻底的坦诚相对，无论是心灵还是身体！
“啊……别……别那样看……”
彷彿是个初进洞房的小娇妻般，妈妈的俏脸越发羞红了，害臊的想要把双腿合拢，但却被我强行的、但又是轻轻的抓住，分开在两边。
终于看到妈妈最神圣的私处了，看到我出生的地方了……
心里感叹着，双眼瞪的大大的，一眨不眨，贪婪的注视着那乌黑茂盛的芳草丛，肥美柔嫩的花瓣，还有那道裂开肉缝中的即将满满溢出的溪流……所有这一切都是这样的诱惑无穷，令人产生探索到最深处去尽情发掘的渴望……
完全不需要人来教，我自然而然的伸出微震的手，用各种技巧刺激起了这成熟的美肉。母子间的淫戏早已发生过多次，只差没有正式做爱而已，对怎样才能挑逗起自己亲生母亲的情慾，我早就已经胸有成竹。
强忍着激动的呼吸，指尖沿着肉缝来回的划动，从花唇爬向前端，然后捉狭似的在那粒已经充血的黄豆上迴旋，然后又绕回花唇……直到那神秘的花园被完全灌溉……
时机已经到了！
熊熊心火早已旺盛到不可抑制，勃起的阴茎急不可耐的顶到了氾滥多汁的肉缝上，笨拙的尝试了好几次后，才用龟头迫开了两瓣花唇……
“啊……不……不要……”
下意识的抗拒又出现了，然而比起以前任何一次来，都要微弱的多，犹豫的多。
肉棒一往无前的继续向里捅进，捅进……
母亲的子宫呀，我回来了！阔别了整整十七年，现在我要重新回到我最早的摇篮，我的故乡……
“啊啊……”
粗大的肉棒尽根进入了体内，妈妈的脸上竟是露出快乐和痛苦混杂的表情，所有的抗拒全都消融于无形，取而代之的是失魂落魄的呻吟声。
这就对了！
为我吟唱吧，妈妈……为我颤抖吧，妈妈……为我性慾勃发吧，妈妈……今夜我们将留下最美好的回忆……
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Feeling that thick, hard object completely fill me, I almost stopped breathing, and two streams of hot tears welled up in my eyes again.
They were tears of extreme joy, and also tears of shame…
I had finally lost the most important thing… but I had also finally gained something even more important… Perhaps I would eventually go to hell, but I would have no regrets…
Without any instruction, my hot penis began to thrust, though my movements were clumsy and flustered. Just thinking that it was my own son's genitals inside me, the immoral guilt, already gave me immense stimulation!
“Mommy… ah… Mommy…”
His little face flushed red, and he unconsciously called out, clumsily twisting his little buttocks as he thrust vigorously, clearly trying to give me even greater pleasure.
Tenderness and maternal love surged into my heart, and I suddenly felt an unparalleled passion, a strong, electric-like pleasure coursing through my body, almost reaching a small climax.
My God, I'm having sex with my own son! Is this a dream...?
Once the psychological defenses that had been troubling me for days crumbled, my physical pleasure intensified exponentially. Primal urges erupted like a flood bursting its banks, transforming me into a complete harlot in bed.
"Ah... good son... harder... ah... son... faster..."
I cried out lewdly, my full breasts swaying violently in front of me, my legs wrapped around my son's waist, actively thrusting my naked buttocks forward, guiding and cooperating with his posture and movements with the mature experience of a married woman.
Even when I'm with my husband, I'm usually reserved and rarely take the initiative, but in front of my son, I completely let go, allowing my fervent primal instincts to dominate everything...
"Mommy! Mommy..."
My son also roared excitedly, gradually mastering some techniques. His penis thrust into me again and again with great force, quickly going from unfamiliar to skilled, causing me to let out even more wanton cries and shouts.
The intense friction of flesh against flesh, the incessant sizzling sounds, echoed in the quiet bedroom along with the sounds of their bodies colliding, adding to the lewd atmosphere. It
was truly unbelievable… my son's first time… was even better than his father's!
This thought vaguely surfaced in my mind, but I had no time to think about it carefully. Each time, his thick, long penis penetrated completely, leaving only the scrotum slapping against my bare buttocks, while the glans deeply struck the softest spot at the very end of my vagina, giving me an unprecedentedly intense pleasure.
This feeling was like being on an airplane, constantly flying upwards, flying, flying… flying into the clouds of ecstasy… flying as high as it could go… flying beyond the limits of gravity…
and then, a sudden, heavy descent!
"Ahhhhh!"
A high-pitched scream rang in my ears. It was my son's first time, and he finally couldn't hold back any longer. His penis throbbed and ejaculated inside my vagina, pouring streams of hot semen into my uterus.
In that instant, I also burst into a piercing scream, frantically calling out his nickname, my arms and legs tightly wrapped around him, receiving the most joyful, yet also the most sinful, blessing in the world…
Yes, it was extreme pleasure… Mother and son together emitted those wanton moans, primal cries of joy, cries that every normal person would crave, bursting forth from the depths of their soul, expressing
the boundless pleasure brought by humanity's most fundamental nature…
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From that day on, my relationship with my mother underwent a fundamental change. Before, we were half lovers and half mother and son; now, the feelings of lovers overwhelmingly prevailed, becoming the most important link maintaining our bond.
We were both completely immersed, indulging in physical pleasure and satisfaction, almost daily having affairs behind my father's back, comforting each other's hungry bodies and minds.
We had our moments of hesitation, inner conflict, guilt, and pain; we even considered giving up… But in the end, we persevered, encouraging each other and enjoying the pleasure and excitement of this illicit mother-son relationship.
In the words of that author, my mother and I were “not only physically united, but also psychologically bound together, forming a tenacious alliance against social morality and our own guilt.”
And this is precisely why this unacceptable relationship could endure for so long!
Our year-long plan to seduce my mother thus came to a perfect end.

[The End]

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