[Romantic Mother-Child Relationship] Author: Unknown

My name is Wang Tiexiong, the eldest son in my family, with a younger sister two years my junior.

My sister has always been in poor health and, being younger than me, naturally receives more love from my parents. However, as a child, I always
felt that my parents were biased, treating me less well than my sister, which fueled my resentment.

Perhaps because of this, I was rebellious from a young age, with a withdrawn personality and eccentric behavior.

I rarely did anything to please my parents, often going against them and making them angry. My parents were
helpless in the face of this.

The only thing that comforted them was that my grades were relatively good, and my character wasn't bad either.

I studied very hard because I wanted my parents to know that I was better than my sister.

Around the age of thirteen or fourteen, I gradually developed a strong interest in women, and masturbation went from occasional to
daily. However, masturbation couldn't truly satisfy me; I craved real intercourse. At that time, society and schools
were still very conservative, and pursuing girls at my age was a serious matter, attracting gossip and judgment.

Being very vain, I naturally didn't want to do such a thing. I could only endure the torment of sex. I don't know when it
started, but my mother's beautiful body gradually attracted me, and later I even began to fantasize about her.

My mother's name is Zhao Zhuoya, and although she is thirty years old, she is still stunningly beautiful. My

mother has a lovely face and a noble and elegant temperament. She works in a private company and belongs to the white-collar elite,
so when she wears fashionable and well-fitting cheongsams and high heels, she looks even more charming.

Whenever I see my mother, my heart races; when I think of her, I feel inexplicably excited.

I am completely captivated by my mother; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that I'm obsessed with her. In my life, my mother is the only woman who has ever truly made me
infatuated .

But despite these thoughts, reason tells me that it's impossible: "My mother is my biological mother; I cannot fall in love with her. This
is against morality and etiquette; it's insane, even perverse."

Helpless, I can only fantasize about my mother or masturbate; I even want to use her
underwear . Later, I also wanted to secretly look at my mother's body, but I never had the chance. Despite this, I never
actually did anything wrong to my mother; I wasn't that shameless.

I thought my love for my mother was just a dream, a dream that could never be realized.

I just hoped that this dream would end soon. But that afternoon, fate gave me an opportunity, an opportunity that would affect my
entire life.

Romantic Mother-Son Relationship (2)

That afternoon, I came home from school. My sister was at her tutoring class, and my parents were at work, so no one was home.

On the wall of my living room hung my parents' wedding photo from back then, and I couldn't help but stare at it intently.

My mother looked like a fairy in her white wedding dress back then, but she hasn't changed much now, only she's more dignified and
mature .

I couldn't help but start fantasizing again: "If it wasn't my father standing next to my mother but me, and I
married my mother..."

The sound of a door opening interrupted my thoughts. I sighed inwardly. It was probably my sister coming home from school or my father coming home
early . I couldn't help but resent them for interrupting my quiet daydreams.

The door opened, and it was my mother who came in.

My mother never came home early, and seeing her made me both happy and nervous. I
stammered , "Mom, you...you're back?"

Seeing it was me, she asked, somewhat surprised, "School's out so early? Don't you have classes this afternoon?"

I suppressed my excitement and tried to remain calm, saying, "No classes this afternoon." I secretly glanced at her.

Today, she was wearing a light purple suit, light-colored stockings, and white high heels.

My heart pounded again, and a certain part of my body stirred.

Just as I was about to go back to my room to avoid losing my composure, I heard my mother cry out "Ah!" behind me.

I turned around and saw that she had twisted her ankle and was in so much pain she couldn't stand.

I quickly helped her to the sofa.

"Mom, are you alright?" I asked with concern.

She shook her head, her face still contorted in pain.

She tried to bend down to take off her high heels, but the pain prevented her from doing so.

I don't know where I got the courage, but I bent down and lifted my mother's sprained right ankle, saying, "Mom, let me help you."

As I spoke, I took off her high heel, and her slender, beautiful foot immediately appeared before me: her delicate
feet, encased in stockings, were even more alluring.

I was incredibly excited; this was a part of my mother's body that I had longed for—her beautiful feet!

For so long, I had even dreamed of having direct contact with my mother's body, and now those beautiful feet were right in
front of .

I reached out and grasped my mother's foot, gently stroking and kneading it. I was completely out of control! I murmured
, "Mom, your feet are so beautiful."

After a few minutes, I suddenly snapped out of it.

Looking up, I saw my mother staring at me, a blush spreading across her face, her eyes holding a
strange look—I couldn't tell if it was anger, reproach, or shyness; it was just very odd.

Seeing my mother's blushing cheeks, I was stunned, my hands still tightly gripping her slender feet, forgetting
to let go.

Mom said softly, "Aren't you going to put it down?"

I was still stunned, "Put down what?"

Mom's face turned even redder, "Put down my foot."

Just then, the door opened again, and Mom abruptly pulled her foot back. I also jumped up.

Dad and my sister walked in.

Dad was surprised to see us and asked, "What are you all doing at home?"

"I don't have class this afternoon." "I don't have work this afternoon."

Mom and I said almost in unison.

Mom's face seemed to turn red again, and she hurriedly asked, "How did you two get together?"

Dad and my sister's faces also seemed to turn red, and they hurriedly answered while changing their shoes, "We
met at the door."

I said, "Mom twisted her ankle."

Dad asked, "Is it okay?" He didn't show much concern.

Mom replied, "It's okay."

After saying that, Dad immediately went upstairs, and my sister followed, leaving Mom and me alone in the living room again.

I suddenly realized that Dad had seemed indifferent to Mom and me in recent years, but his concern for my sister was unusual.

I didn't dare look at my mother and mumbled, "Mom, is your foot alright?"

My mother's voice sounded unnatural as well. She said, "My foot is fine."

I fled back to my room.

That night, I couldn't sleep a wink, constantly thinking about the scene of me touching my mother's foot that afternoon.

At that time, I brazenly touched my mother's feet. She did not resist or refuse, nor was she angry. Most importantly,
she did not tell my father. She even talked to me during dinner, as if nothing had happened.

I kept thinking, "If a woman lets you touch her feet, will she also let you touch any part of her body?"

After this incident, I felt hopeful. I felt that my union with my mother was not a pipe dream.
Maybe one day we really would...

Romantic Mother-Son Relationship (3)

I began to wait patiently, waiting for God to create an opportunity for me.

I stopped masturbating and no longer felt the guilt and remorse that came with thinking of my mother.

Strangely enough, my personality became more cheerful and easygoing. Even my father thought I had matured.

During the days I waited for the opportunity, some changes occurred in the family.

First, my father became less and less likely to come home. He always said he was busy with business and sometimes he
was very cold to us when he came home. He didn't say much to my mother either. Their relationship deteriorated. They were almost independent. I
guessed that my father might be having an affair.

At this time, my sister immediately responded to my father and moved to the school dormitory because she was too busy with her studies. I suspected that my sister
was in love.

It was just my mom and me left at home...

But I was overjoyed by these changes. The more distant my dad and sister became from my mom, the better it was for me. I knew
my chance was coming soon.

During that time, my mom was in a bad mood because her relationship with my dad was on the rocks and my sister had moved out. She looked haggard
and came home from work every day with a gloomy face.

Luckily, I was there for her. Sometimes, after dinner, my mom and I would go for a walk and
chat together .

Gradually, my mom and I became closer.

One night, I went out to eat with some classmates and didn't get home until 11 p.m.

I thought my mom would be asleep. But when I passed by her bedroom, I found the door open, and my mom's
skirt, underwear, stockings, bra, and panties were thrown on the bed.

"Oh my god, Mom must be taking a shower."

I couldn't help but walk to the bedside, pick up my mom's bra, panties, and stockings, and kiss and smell them wildly on my face, unable to
control myself.

After the frenzy, I quietly went to the exhaust vent under the bathroom door and looked inside.

My mother was facing away from me, the faint steam reflecting off her fair back, her round, high buttocks, and her long, slender
legs .

She was carefully washing every part of her body. With her back to me,
she even bent over and used the showerhead to wash her anus. Then she turned around, spread her legs, and used the showerhead to wash her genitals. After a couple of rinses, she squatted down.

I was startled, thinking she had noticed me. But no, she was urinating.

Because my mother was squatting on the ground, her vulva was even clearer: her deep red labia were open, and urine gushed out like
a jet .

Seeing this, I felt a buzzing in my head, my blood rushing to my head, and my penis becoming incredibly hard.

My dearest mother, my most beloved woman, her naked body, her entire being, was now
completely .

My mother's neck, my mother's breasts, my mother's lower abdomen, my mother's buttocks, my mother's genitals...
every part of her was so beautiful, so sexy...

I couldn't resist rushing in and raping her...

Of course I didn't do that, I wasn't that crazy, I quietly retreated back to my room.

I admit I love my mother so much I'm going crazy, but I can't force her, I want my mother to
make love .

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The opportunity finally came.

That day was my grandfather's 60th birthday, and the whole family gathered together.

The birthday banquet was held in a VIP room of a large hotel, starting at 5 pm and ending at 10 pm, and everyone
was drunk and staggering.

When the birthday banquet ended, my father said he had to go to the company, and my sister also went back to her school dormitory.

So, my mother and I took my uncle's private car home. Because we had to take my grandfather and grandmother home

, there weren't enough seats in the car, so my uncle and aunt sat in the front row, and my grandfather, grandmother,
mother and I sat in the back row. There wasn't enough room for four people in the back, so my uncle let my mother sit on my lap.

"How can that be?" my mother protested.

"We'll be home soon, just hold on a little longer," my uncle said, pushing my mother onto me without further ado and slamming

the car door shut.

Now, my mother was sitting squarely on my stomach.

That day, my mother wore a very traditional scarlet satin tight-fitting cheongsam, embroidered with silver stripes, and
black high heels—traditional yet sexy.

From the start of the banquet, I couldn't stop staring at my mother: the tight cheongsam accentuated her curvaceous
figure…those feet in black high heels, the same jade-like feet I had played with that day…

Throughout the banquet, I had been having impure thoughts about my mother. Fortunately, everyone was busy drinking and toasting, and no one
noticed what I was looking at or thinking.

Now, I was already burning with desire, and my mother was sitting on me, her two round, plump
buttocks pressing tightly against my stomach.

My penis instantly stood erect, plunging perfectly into my mother's buttocks.

"Ah!" my mother cried out unexpectedly.

"What's wrong?" my grandmother asked from the side.

"Nothing, nothing," my mother replied softly.

At this point, the situation had taken a dramatic turn.

My mother tried to shift her position slightly, but my uncle suddenly accelerated, and she fell towards me due to the inertia, allowing
my penis to slip completely into her buttocks.

Immediately afterward, my uncle slammed on the brakes, and my mother was propelled upwards like a rocket launch... "Bang!"
My mother slammed heavily against the roof of the car.

In that instant, my penis finally came off my mother's buttocks.

However, as the braking ended, she fell backward due to inertia,
and pressing down to the very bottom.

Even more unexpectedly, my uncle turned around and yelled at me sternly: "Tiexiong, why didn't you help your mother up
!" "Yes, I'll help her up right away." "I was secretly delighted and seized the opportunity to hug my mother tightly.

'Let go of me!' My mother struggled, trying to break free from my embrace.

'Zhuoya, stop it, this road is full of potholes, be careful not to bump into them again!' my uncle advised.

'Yes, Zhuoya, stop it.' Grandma also said to my mother.

My mother glared at me angrily, but helplessly said to Grandma, 'Yes.' 'Son, put the car...'"
"Turn off the lights, see the road clearly, safety is important!" Grandma said to Uncle.

"Mom, don't worry, I'll drive steadily!" Uncle reassured Grandma as he turned off the car lights
.

Immediately, the car was plunged into complete darkness, so dark you couldn't see your hand in front of your face.

Strangely, as the light faded, everyone inside fell silent; it was as if only
the roar of the car engine could be heard, an eerie quiet.

All around was darkness.

In the silent darkness, there was no extra space in the car. I held my mother tightly, not daring to move, much less
take the opportunity to touch her. I simply quietly felt her fleshy body, gently inhaling her
alluring fragrance…

For the first time in my life, I could hold my mother like this, with such "malicious intent," and I was extremely happy.

Even so, I was also extremely embarrassed.

After all, this was something I had never experienced before, and even if I were bold, I wouldn't know what to do.

Besides, this was indeed too shameful.

Although it was embarrassing, my penis was beyond my control. It became even more
erect natural, instinctive reaction that no one can control.

The car swayed and jolted along.

I was alright, but it wasn't easy for my mother: the car swayed, and she swayed with it, my penis
swaying back and forth in her buttocks; when the car encountered a car ahead or a red light, my uncle would brake immediately, and my mother
's body would lean forward due to inertia. For a moment, her buttocks would finally detach from my penis, but
as soon as the brakes stopped, she would lean backward again, her buttocks pressing heavily into my penis, all the way
to the bottom.

The car started and braked countless times throughout the journey, repeatedly, and my mother was repeatedly tormented.

It was pure torture; I was worried she would scream.

In the darkness, I could see my mother's hands clenched into fists, trying her best to control herself from making a sound.

She clearly understood that screaming would do no good for anyone.

Imagine if my uncle and grandmother found out about our current situation, even if it was unintentional, we would be so
ashamed that we would jump into the sea.

The car finally arrived at our house.

As soon as the car stopped, my mother hurriedly jumped out of the car and quickly walked into the yard.

My grandmother was still muttering, "Zhuoya is really something, she left without saying goodbye."

My uncle said, "Zhuoya seems to have drunk too much. Tiexiong, you take care of your mother."

I said, "I will take good care of my mother." As I said that, I walked into the yard.

Romantic Mother-Son Relationship (5)

I understand that God has given me an opportunity, and now it is up to me to seize it.

Now, my father no longer comes home. He used to come back to visit every few days, but he hasn't
come back .

Today, their laughter and chatter at the banquet were just for show. After the banquet, they acted like strangers.

My father just said to my mother, "I'm going back to the company," and then drove away. Their relationship has completely broken down.

And my sister and my mother seem to be getting more and more distant.

Mom must be feeling empty and lonely right now. A thirty-five-year-old woman is in her prime, with a very strong sex drive. She has no emotional
support and no sex life. I even suspect she might masturbate tonight.

"She drank a lot today. Alcohol can cloud judgment, making people lose self-control and rationality. Plus, that
little incident in the car earlier, I must have aroused her!" I thought excitedly. "Tonight is definitely my
best chance!"

With immense excitement, nervousness, and anticipation, I walked into the yard and up the stairs
…

Finally, I opened the door and went inside.

There was an opened bottle of wine on the coffee table, and Mom was sitting on the sofa in the living room with a glass, ready to drink.

Seeing me come in, Mom said, "Come on, Tiexiong, have a couple of drinks with me."

I was about to advise her to drink less, but then I thought that her drinking more would be more beneficial for me.

So, I poured myself a glass of wine and sat down on the sofa opposite her.

That's when I noticed something was wrong with Mom.

What had just happened made me think Mom would be embarrassed to see me, but she acted as if nothing had happened
. It seemed Mom had drunk too much.

"Cheers." Mom clinked glasses with me and downed hers in one gulp, and I did too.

After finishing our drinks, Mom's face was flushed.

I said, "Mom, you drank a lot today."

Mom said faintly, "I haven't been feeling well lately."

I said, "Can you tell me what's on your mind?"

Mom then began to pour out her heart to me: her relationship with Dad had broken down because he was having an affair;

and her sister's boarding school wasn't for studying, but for having fun.

I was secretly pleased: Mom telling me these things that had been buried in her heart meant she had drunk too much.

As Mom spoke, she became agitated. She hugged me tightly and said, "Tiexiong, you mustn't
leave Mom like your father and sister did."

I also became agitated and hugged Mom tightly, saying, "Mom, I won't leave you! Don't be sad,
Dad doesn't love you, but I do!" I kissed Mom's cheek fiercely.

My mother froze, saying, "What...what did you say?"

At that moment, the alcohol rushed to my head, and I excitedly shouted, "Mom, I love you!"

My mother seemed to sober up, stunned on the spot. Her face turned pale, and she stared at me blankly,
as if had never seen me before.

Seeing her shocked expression, my drunkenness turned into cold sweat, and
I couldn't help but regret my confession. But it was too late to back down; I could only move forward.

Then I realized my mother was still in my arms, and my words had frozen her in
shock; she had completely forgotten she was still in my arms. At that moment, we were almost pressed together, my mother's face
only inches from mine.

I realized that I hadn't been this close to my mother in all these years, had been able to appreciate her beauty so intimately.

My mother was truly beautiful. Her delicate pink face was somewhat pale, and her almond-shaped eyes, full of longing and affection,
were wide with surprise, but the more I looked at her, the more I loved her.

I couldn't help but say, "Mom, Dad has such bad taste! He actually went out and saw other women. Doesn't he know that
the most beautiful and best woman has always been by his side?"

Mom scolded angrily, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

I said, "I'm not lying, I'm telling the truth. In my eyes, Mom is the most beautiful woman in the world."

"But, I'm your mother. We're mother and son, you...you can't like me," Mom
said .

I said, "Why not? We're mother and son, but also a man and a woman
. You're my mother, but in my eyes you're not just my birth mother, you're also a noble and beautiful woman.

I love someone without boundaries."

Mom exclaimed, "But, mother and son loving each other is against propriety and morality, it's incorrect and abnormal.

You love me, you love your own mother, this is inherently wrong thinking, we can't have a good
outcome!"

I became even more agitated, saying, "No, times have changed, nothing is impossible in this world. Thailand has

androgynous ladyboys; terrorists can crash into the World Trade Center; Leslie Cheung could publicly admit to being gay

and only love men his whole life, what else is impossible? Nothing in this world is unchanging. Dad
used to love you very much, he must have made vows of eternal love with you, and now he..." Has it changed?

After saying this, Mom was suddenly speechless, a confused
look . Her will seemed to be wavering.

After a while, Mom seemed to want to say something. I didn't give her a chance to speak; I immediately kissed Mom passionately.

I thought Mom would strongly resist, but unexpectedly, she didn't resist or refuse. Instead, she responded to me,
sucking on my tongue with her own.

This passionate kiss lasted for a full five minutes.

Suddenly, Mom pushed me away violently, plopped down on the sofa, and muttered to herself, "Oh my god! What did I
just do? How could I kiss my own son?"

At this moment, I sat on the sofa opposite Mom, downed my glass of wine in one gulp, and said, "Mom, don't be surprised.
What happened just now was just your instinctive need."

Mom didn't say anything, but drank the wine in her glass in one gulp, as if to calm herself down.

After finishing the wine, Mom seemed to be really drunk.

My mother's cheeks flushed, and she leaned back on the sofa, her watery eyes gazing at me expectantly. "Tiexiong, do
you really love Mommy?" Her voice was soft and gentle, captivatingly sweet.

It's said that only women in love act like this; my mother was truly smitten.

"Yes, my love for Mommy is genuine," I said.

"Then you won't rape me tonight, will you?" my mother asked.

I was stunned. I never dreamed these words would come from my always elegant and refined mother; I
had never seen her so distraught.

I said seriously, "Mom, I love you. You might think it's absurd,
crazy, or even perverted for a son to love his mother. But I still truly love you. You can rest assured, I'm a real man.
Even if I can never have you, I would never do anything against your wishes."

Mom suddenly giggled and said, "You're definitely more gentlemanly than your deadbeat father.
He . For your sake, I can give you a chance."

I asked, "What chance?"

Mom said, "Do something for me to show your sincerity, and I'll tell you."

I quickly asked, "What do you want me to do for you?"

Mom giggled again, and seeing her laugh made my heart sink.

They say men are more ruthless when drunk, but women are even more ruthless than men when they're drunk. That's
because women's hearts are more unpredictable than men's; no one can guess what they're thinking. At least I
don't know what Mom is thinking right now. What does she want me to do? She wouldn't ask me to pluck the stars from the sky, would she?

"Why did you kiss me just now?" Mom asked.

I replied, "Because I love you. I really, really love you!"

Mom laughed, "Ha, ha, men are all sweet talkers. Why should I believe you?"

I excitedly said, "Mom, I'd do anything for you. If
I have to get you, then let God send me to the eighteenth level of hell!"

Mom giggled, her soft, alluring eyes giving me a teasing look, "You don't need to go
to hell . Just kiss my feet! Kiss them as passionately as you would my face and lips. I want to see if your love for me
is real."

Mom's bold flirting left me, a virgin, bewildered.

Perhaps the alcohol was taking effect and I was a little dizzy; I even thought I had misheard Mom, but when I
saw her taking off her high heels, I knew I hadn't misheard.

Mom's request for me to kiss her feet passionately astonished me.

Looking down at my mother's feet, I asked myself, "If my feelings for my mother are just a fleeting infatuation,
then I should go back to my room and sleep immediately, treating it all as a mere dream. But if I truly
love my mother, then I should do anything for her. Do I really love my mother?"

"Yes," without needing to think further, my heart already told me the answer: "The person I will love for all my life
is my mother."

At that moment, my mother had already taken off her high heels, waiting for my move.

"Mom, can I kiss your feet?" I asked, looking up.

My mother smiled triumphantly, lifting her legs and stretching her feet straight out towards me.

We weren't far apart to begin with, and when my mother stretched her feet over, they were almost touching my face.

My mother giggled and said, "Kiss them, kiss them for as long as you want." As soon as she finished speaking, my mother was laughing
so hard she couldn't straighten up, and even her feet stretched out in front of me were swaying back and forth.

Mom giggled like a little hen, and I looked
like a fool staring at her feet, which were so close they seemed to touch my face. I sighed inwardly, reached out and held Mom's feet in my hands, pressing
my nose against the soles of her feet.

Mom was wearing elastic flesh-colored stockings, which clung tightly to her legs and feet, as if they
were a second skin, an extension of her feet.

Mom's feet had a faint salty smell, which was actually quite pleasant if you smelled them closely.

Perhaps because my nose was rubbing against the soles of Mom's feet, Mom seemed a little ticklish. She
frowned and said, "Hey, you've been sniffing around for so long, have you found any floral scent on your feet?"

I finally raised my head and said, "Mom's feet have a very nice smell, a little salty and a little
leathery ."

Mom looked at my serious expression, both amused and annoyed, and said, "You've been sniffing around for so long just to smell my feet..."
"The smell!"

I said. "I have a special fondness for it!"

Mom pressed her foot against my face and giggled, "Then smell it a little longer."

I started to stick out my tongue and kiss Mom's feet.

Mom's feet were slender and soft, with no calluses on her heels, and her fair and tender skin was slightly pinkish under her flesh-colored
stockings .

I picked up Mom's left foot first, and saw that her five toes were tightly pressed together and her arch was slightly curved, making her irresistible.

I felt a burning desire, and my penis was already erect again. I quickly started kissing Mom's feet. I kissed Mom's
heels, the soles of her feet, the backs of her feet, and her toes, leaving no stone unturned. At first
, I kissed her gently, but later I couldn't control myself and started licking her feet wildly, sucking on her toes with my mouth.

Mom seemed to be getting excited too, and couldn't help but moan.

With a groan, she suddenly moved her foot, and I, who had been sucking on her big toe, ended up stuffing all five toes
into my mouth…

A few minutes later, Mom pulled her feet back, put on her high heels, sat up straight, and said with a smile, “Your
mouth is really quite big.”

I laughed back, “That’s because your feet are too small.”

Mom said, “I never thought you would actually kiss my feet.”

I said, “Mom, I’d do anything for you.”

“It seems you really like me,” Mom said proudly, “I believe you, so I’ll give you a
chance !”

I asked, “What chance?”

“The chance to have me,” Mom said, word by word.

No one can describe how excited I was at that moment.

I jumped up from the sofa and excitedly asked, “What kind of chance?”

I couldn’t believe my ears.

Mom said, “From a young age, I’ve believed in fate. I think everything is preordained. Marrying your
father, having you and your sister, including your father’s change of heart now… it’s all preordained
! If our mother-son bond is also preordained, how could I object?”

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