Mother and Son Diary

I randomly flipped open one of the notebooks, dated from my freshman year of college. It read: "Xiao Jun, Mom came again last night. Your big thing shoved hard into Mom's little pussy. Oh, so beautiful. Mom so wish this wasn't a fantasy, but real..." I flipped to another, newer one, dated just last week. It read: "Xiao Jun, you said you don't have a girlfriend, but Mom doesn't believe you. You're so good, Mom doesn't believe you don't have a girlfriend. Mom is so jealous, so reluctant to let you go. Mom loves you. Will you look down on Mom? Think Mom has psychological problems? Mom is so afraid you'll find out, but I also want you to know. Come hug Mom! Mom loves you madly, Mom is willing to give herself to you, Mom's body has already been given to you. Waiting for you, I really hope one day you'll come in, take off Mom's clothes, and, just like Mom imagines, possess me with your penis, possess Mom, rape Mom, and shove it into Mom's little pussy..." Reading this, I looked up at Mom. Her face was flushed, shy yet full of affection, her eyes filled with seductive allure as she watched my reaction. The understanding between us, mother and son, had reached such a level that no more words were needed. I lifted my mother's chin, and she immediately closed her eyes. I kissed her moist, luscious lips. "Mmm...smack...mmm...smack..." My mother's tongue passionately entered my mouth, stirring it, and then she sucked my tongue into her mouth. Her hands and legs tightly wrapped around my body. "Mmm...mmm...mmm...huff..." Being kissed passionately by my mother was completely different from kissing her on my own. I fully felt my mother's love and desire. This kiss lasted for nearly ten minutes before my mother reluctantly pulled away from my lips, but it also reignited our desire. We said nothing more. With a glance, Mom rolled over and lay face down on the pillow, raising her buttocks and spreading her legs, giving me a clearer view of her pink vulva. So beautiful, so beautiful—a delicate, rosy white, unlike the dark, unsightly vulvas in pornographic pictures. Mom's pubic hair was soft and thick, feeling as comfortable as lush green grass. I lowered my head, mesmerized, to kiss and lick it. Just as Mom could no longer resist, I held her full buttocks and, with a "plop," inserted my penis into her dripping, wet vulva. That day, Mom and I had sex constantly. Mom climaxed again and again. Because she told me it was her safe period, I unabashedly ejaculated into her vagina, scalding her uterus, the place that had once nurtured me. Mom's bold moans seemed never to cease, uttering every lewd word she knew. With my guidance, it reached the height of debauchery. This woman, my own mother, my completely liberated sexual partner—I was certain in my heart that all the ultimate sexual pleasure was here. What more could I ask for than a celestial beauty? Our intercourse lasted until 10 p.m., our juices almost dried up. The sofa, the floor, my mother's and my bed were covered in traces of our debauchery, especially my bed, strewn with pubic hair from our intense lovemaking. After having some snacks, we fell asleep in each other's arms. The next morning, when I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was a full, round bottom, wearing a tight pink panty that clung tightly to the bulging flesh in the middle, a deep slit in the center. "Oh... Mom... Good... Morning," my mother was straddling me, sucking on my penis, which was how she woke me up. "Mmm... Good... Child... Mmm..." my mother said, then took it in again. I let my mother do as she pleased, only reaching out to bring her full buttocks towards my face, and starting to lick the slit through the panty. "Mom...didn't you say...starting today...we'll go back to our normal routine?" "Mom forgot today is Sunday. From now on, Sundays are no longer part of our agreement. Holidays are ours. Okay?" Mom rolled over and lay on top of me. "Of course!" I couldn't be happier. It was another beautiful morning, and we had another frenzied lovemaking session before breakfast. We tidied up the house that day, and Mom moved all her underwear to my room. Then we played a game. Mom strung several long ropes in my room and called me out. She called me back in a while later, and I was immediately captivated by the spectacular sight before me. Mom had hung up all her panties, one by one. I counted—at least a hundred different kinds of colorful, sexy underwear. Mom's quirky ideas were numerous, and this was just one of many ways she added spice to our relationship. Mom explained that these were also part of her company's projects. I only knew that my mother's company imported and exported garments, but I never imagined it included women's underwear. No wonder she had so many fancy lingerie pieces. After her explanation, I understood the huge difference between these few pieces of fabric. My mother's underwear was all high-quality material, ranging in price from several hundred to several thousand yuan per piece. The red lingerie set she bought for me yesterday cost over eight thousand yuan! I curiously touched it repeatedly, comparing it with other similar underwear, and realized the difference in feel was truly immense; no matter how much I rubbed it, it wouldn't wrinkle. Actually, my mother had a hidden purpose in telling me all this, which I only discovered the next morning. While introducing the garments, my mother even acted as a model, wearing them one by one for me to see. As she asked me to feel the texture, I caressed her while feeling it. That feeling was truly intoxicating. That day, aside from Mom constantly changing her panties and bra, we were almost completely naked together. Mom, worried I'd get tired of her body and to maintain the thrill of the encounter, always kept a set of underwear on. I actually quite agreed with her; the allure of a partially revealed outfit was definitely more stimulating than complete nudity. Later, Mom kept one set to wear and neatly folded the rest, separating the bras and panties into several piles on my bookshelf. But what puzzled me was that she labeled each pile with numbers: 1…2…3…4…5… When I asked her why, she playfully only said two words: "Secret…Secret." Before bed, we had another passionate encounter before going to our respective rooms. The next day, we both kept our promise. After Mom woke me up, she went to work as usual. As I finished washing up and was about to leave, I suddenly remembered my new secret with Mom…my diary. After Mom revealed her secret diary to me yesterday, she said, "Jun, from now on, we'll use that new diary as our secret. Mom has promised you, every day... I'll give you... I'll give you... Oh! I can't say it! You understand, that's good. But Mom is worried that you won't be able to handle having sex with Mom every day. Women are different from men; if a man's sperm count is low, his energy won't be good either. Besides... Mom really likes the feeling of your warm semen entering Mom's body. From now on, Mom will write my menstrual cycle on your calendar every month. During the safe period, you can safely ejaculate inside Mom's... vagina. But during ovulation, you'll have to wear a condom. Mom can't get pregnant yet. In a few years, after Mom closes her business and we leave this city, after everything is settled, Mom won't be afraid anymore, okay? But it's inconvenient for Mom to buy you condoms, so you'll have to buy them yourself, buy a lot and keep them. Mom will leave a message in our diary every day. You'll know what to do when you read the message." Remembering what my mother had said, I quickly went back to my room and opened the diary on the table. A new page read: "Jun, for your health, Mom is going to give you a challenge. From now on, Mom will leave you a riddle every day, like a treasure hunt. You'll solve the riddle according to the instructions in the message. Only if you solve it will Mom give you her body. If you can't solve it or the time is up, it doesn't count..." Reading this, I truly admired my mother. Managing a company for so many years, she's no ordinary woman. She has many ideas, and they're always unexpected. More importantly, she makes our sex life incredibly fun. I couldn't help but sigh, if every couple in the world had half the fun of my mother, how could there be any unhappy couples! To have a woman like my mother, what more could a husband ask for? I continued reading. "...Okay, today's riddle is—Northern Hemisphere, 75, Southern Hemisphere, 18—that's it, my dear son, go on the treasure hunt!" Good heavens! What is this? North latitude? South latitude? East longitude? West longitude? But even if there are such coordinates, there's no such map! I racked my brains, still unable to figure it out as I left the house. During my lunch break, I went over yesterday's events again, trying to find any clues. Mom's really cunning, what kind of question was that! Suddenly, I had an idea. That afternoon, I couldn't wait to go home and see Mom's masterpiece from yesterday: rows of underwear labeled with numbers. "Northern Hemisphere" refers to the bras on top, 75 is the fifth item in the seventh row, "Southern Hemisphere" refers to the panties on the bookshelf below, and 18 is the eighth item in the first row. Sure enough, I first took out...The fifth bra in the seventh row had a note tucked inside that read, "21:00." The time was found. Then I took out the eighth pair of panties in the first row, an extremely provocative black lace panty. It also had a note tucked inside that read, "Do you want this panty? Mom will weave it for you. Kitty." Mom wanted me to bring this panty to the kitchen at nine o'clock that night. When Mom came back, I deliberately pretended to be anxious, frequently casting pleading glances at her at the dinner table. Mom still didn't break her promise, only gently pinching my nose and saying, "Silly!" while clearing the dishes. Finally, it was almost nine o'clock. I saw Mom go into the kitchen, put the panty in her pocket, and then follow her in. As soon as I entered, I said, "Mom, I'm so hungry, is there anything to eat?" I saw the initial pleasure on Mom's face turn into disappointment. "Okay, you wait outside, I'll cook something for you," Mom said, her voice sounding quite dejected. Just as Mom turned around to turn on the stove, I took out the panties, hugged her from behind, and showed them to her. "Oh! You're teasing Mom... teasing me on purpose... you're so naughty..." Mom said playfully, her voice trembling with delight. "Mom, you're so clever, how could your son be stupid!" "Jun... Mom has faith in you, but... you're so naughty! You teased me all night, making me worry." "Who told you to give such a strange question? Okay, you keep your word!" I handed the panties to Mom. Mom took off her clothes one by one in front of me, then put on the black lace panties. After some caresses, I turned Mom around, pulled the panties down to her thighs, spread her legs, and, holding my penis, thrust it into her vagina from behind with a "plop." "Ah...my dear son...Mom loves you so much...so smart...no wonder you're...ah...my own son...mmm...do it...the mystery is solved...Mom is...my son's...little pussy...ah...my little pussy is so beautiful...ah...my dear son...your penis is so thick...so long...ah...it's inside...ah...you're making Mom feel so good......ah...ah...do it...fuck Mom hard...Mom loves it when you fuck me..." After a while, we changed from standing to Mom kneeling on the floor tiles, and then I lifted Mom onto the sink and thrust hard. And so, Mom and I completed another round of passionate and pleasurable intercourse. Before bed, I was filled with anticipation, looking forward to another climax the next day. In this challenging and exciting atmosphere, we, mother and son, enjoyed our daily lovemaking without getting tired. Of course, it wasn't like this every day. Sometimes when she wasn't feeling well or was too tired from work, although she still gave me the questions we agreed on, I would pretend I couldn't guess them so she could rest. And Mom, of course, understood, feeling warmed by my tenderness and thoughtfulness. The deep love between us, mother and son, had long since transcended the ordinary love between a man and a woman for sex. However, I truly admired Mom's endless stream of ideas; sometimes simple, sometimes difficult, but she always went to great lengths to spice up our lives. For example, once she simply wrote "ide" in her diary. I found an ice cube tray in the freezer, melted all the ice cubes, and found a note written in marker inside one of the cubes: "These ice cubes aren't enough to extinguish the burning passion between mother and son. Mom needs you. 10 PM, Mom will be waiting for you in the room." One more difficult instance truly amazed me. For example, once Mom wrote in her diary: "x-1023 00:56:38." I was completely baffled. What did x-1023 represent? Was 00:56:38 a time? 12:56:38 AM? Impossible, I still had to solve x-1023 first. I finally focused on the sexual aspect because of the letter "x," and found a videotape titled "Adulterous Mother" among a pile of videotapes on the bookshelf. The number on it was x-1023, so 00:56:38 must be the playback time. I rewound the videotape, reset it to zero, and fast-forwarded. The numbers on the tape spun rapidly until 00:56:38, where I paused. The subtitle on the screen read: "□ After dinner, Mom is waiting for you in the room, you have to come!" It was a scene in the video where the mother was proposing to her son. Puzzles like these made me feel willing even if I couldn't solve them, and the satisfaction after solving them was even greater. Once, I even solved the puzzle right before the time was up. That time, the mother's message only contained the letters "pc," and I immediately thought of a computer. So, as soon as I got home, I turned on the computer to find the answer, but after searching through all the erotic pictures and articles I had collected, I still couldn't find it. Then I thought of using the date to find it; maybe Mom had created a text file and hidden it in that directory. So I locked the date to the most recent few days, but I was afraid Mom would change the date after typing it. Finally, I found one, but it was a directory, not a file, named `myde`. Excitedly, I opened it, only to find a bunch of subdirectories starting with `b`. After checking them all, I realized only the `>brs` directory had anything; the others were empty. I thought to myself, Mom must have created countless subdirectories, but the answer was finally about to appear. I finally opened the last directory, named `irty`, and there was a text file inside. Finally, I solved it! But when I opened the text file, it said: "Good luck! Almost there!" Oh my god! What is this?! I tried again to find clues, but still to no avail. I couldn't help but curse Microsoft's Windows 95 system for being so terrible. So I left the Windows 95 screen and jumped into DOS to search again. When I went in one by one without finding anything, I suddenly noticed a string of text on the screen: d:\myde\brs\onm\omw\bnty\oufu\dkmei\nbbt\hroo\mbtsev\en-th\irty. I had a flash of inspiration. I copied it down and went back to Windows 95 because directory names in Windows 95 can be case-sensitive, but DOS doesn't allow this. I then combined all the directory names, resulting in: d:\myde\brs\onm\omw\bnty\oufu\dkmei\nbbt\hroo\mbtsev\en-th\irty. Separating them, it reads: my debr son. mom wbnt you fudk me in bbthroom, bt seven-thirty.Genius! Mom is truly a genius. In that instant, I realized it was exactly 7:30. Just before Mom went in, she playfully patted my head and said, "Go for it!" I immediately stripped off my clothes, pushed open the bathroom door, and found Mom sitting fully clothed beside the bathtub, smiling at me. "Fun, isn't it!" Mom said mischievously. "Mom, you little devil!" I picked her up and started undressing her. "Son, help Mom take a bath, okay?" "Okay!" After undressing Mom, I started lathering her entire body with soap, then also lathered my erect penis. After lathering her, without a word, I grabbed Mom's plump buttocks and inserted my penis into her vagina from behind, starting to thrust. "Ah... um... ah..." Mom held onto the bathtub with both hands, occasionally turning her head to look at me with alluring eyes. "Ah... Jun... good son... you... are you helping Mom wash... take a bath... or are you washing Mom's little pussy..." After only a few thrusts, lots of soap bubbles came out of Mom's pussy with each in-and-out motion, and soon our genitals were almost completely covered in soap bubbles. "Ah... Jun... is it okay?... Mom... is ready... ah..." I understood what Mom meant; this scene was something we'd seen together in a novel. The son, in the bathroom, used a soap-covered penis to insert into Mom's anus for anal sex. I knew Mom had been eager to try it, wanting to know what it felt like. "Mom, you have to be patient!" Mom wanted to give me her anus; perhaps it was another way of expressing love. Every woman wants to give her first time to the person she loves most. I pulled my penis out of her pussy and lifted it up, gently pressing it against her anus. "Coming... Mom..." I used the glans, lubricated by the soap, to gently push it in. "Ah... it hurts... it hurts so much... stop... stop for a moment..." Mom screamed in pain. I stopped immediately, but actually only the glans had gone in. “Mom, seeing how uncomfortable you are, let’s stop, okay?” I said, pulling out. “No… good son… it’s okay… it’s like a girl losing her virginity… it’ll be fine in a bit… besides… Mom really wants to give her first time… and every time after that… to my most beloved son… take it slow… Mom will be patient… come on… slowly push it in again…” Okay! Since Mom said so, I slowly pushed it forward again. “Mmm… ah… ah… gently… gently…” Mom was trying very hard to endure. I thought to myself, maybe this is like tearing a Salonpas, the slower you tear, the more painful it is, so I pushed hard without thinking. “Ah… Jun… you’re bad…” My penis was completely inside Mom’s anus. This feeling of being tightly surrounded by flesh walls was really very comfortable. A while later… “Jun… Mom has finally given you her first time… Mom will always be yours… are you comfortable?” “Mom, I’m very comfortable, but I don’t want you to suffer like this.” “No… come on… try moving it… Mom’s a little sore…” So I started thrusting. "Mmm...mmm...Mom...I'm starting to feel it...ah...a little numb...but...ah...it feels good...ah...strange...son...your penis is inside Mom's ass...but...Mom's pussy...feels so good...ah..." I thrust in and out, while simultaneously inserting my fingers into Mom's pussy and kneading her clitoris. "Ah...good...so beautiful...good son...this feeling...is so stimulating...oh my god...oh my god...Jun...Mom...both of Mom's pussy...you've fucked them both...ah...ah...son...dear son...Mom's going crazy...you're so good...you're so good at fucking..." After thrusting for a while, I suddenly pulled out and then inserted it into Mom's pussy again. “Ah…Jun…don’t you like Mom…the new little pussy…?” “Mom…I love it to death…but you have two little pussy now…I have to feed both of them…it’s fair…” “Ah…um…you really are my dear son…Mom loves you…my dear mother loves my dear son…no…no…it’s my dear mother’s…little pussy that loves my dear son’s cock inside…ah…ah…it’s so beautiful…” My penis moved back and forth between the two pussy, sometimes above, sometimes below. I fucked Mom until she almost fainted. Finally, I thrust with all my might and ejaculated into Mom’s pussy. “Ah…I’m coming…Mom gave it to you…” Mom also reached orgasm at the same time. Our sex life between mother and son was thanks to Mom’s hard work in creating fun. It didn’t get boring, but became sweeter and sweeter. And because of the proper adjustment, even when we went out together, we never showed anything unusual. Mom would often give me special praise after we came back from our outings, letting me have sex with her without having to figure out the mystery. We didn't plan to elope and get married. Firstly, our tacit understanding prevented anyone from suspecting anything. Secondly, Mom said that once we got married, we wouldn't be mother and son anymore, but husband and wife. We both enjoyed the thrill of incestuous sex between mother and son, which defied societal norms. So, having sex under the guise of mother and son was more exciting than being husband and wife. We both loved this thrill, and we both had incestuous blood flowing in our veins. Later, we planned a month-long trip during summer vacation. As for how we had wild sex on the beach at a famous scenic spot in Taiwan at night, how we lifted Mom's skirt and penetrated her vagina in a train toilet during off-peak hours, and how we left traces of our mother-son love in various hotels and guesthouses—that's another story…

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