Romantic Mother-Child Relationship (Complete)

Romantic Mother-Son Relationship (1)
My name is Wang Tiexiong, the eldest son in my family, and I have a younger sister who is two years younger than me.
My sister has always been in poor health and is younger than me, so my parents naturally love her more. But when I was little, I always thought that my parents were biased and treated me worse than my sister,
so I was resentful .
Perhaps because of this, I have been rebellious since I was a child, with a withdrawn personality and strange behavior.
I rarely do anything to please my parents, and I often go against them and make them angry. My parents are helpless about this
. The only thing that can comfort them is that my grades are pretty good and my character is not bad.
I am very good at studying because I want my parents to know that I am better than my sister.
When I was thirteen or fourteen, I gradually developed a strong interest in women, and masturbation went from occasional to daily. But masturbation could not truly satisfy
me; I longed for real intercourse. At that time, society and schools were still very conservative, and pursuing girls at my age was a big deal, which would attract
gossip.
Being very vain, I was naturally unwilling 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 made her the object of my sexual fantasies.
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, belonging to the white-collar elite, so when she often 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 captivated by my mother; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say I'm obsessed. My mother is the only woman in my life who has ever truly driven me mad.
But despite these thoughts, reason tells me it's impossible: "My mother is my birth mother; I cannot fall in love with her. This is forbidden by morality and propriety; it's
insane , even perverse."
Helpless, I could only fantasize about my mother or masturbate; I even wanted to use her underwear to release my pent-up desires. Later, I even tried 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.
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 pretended to be calm, saying, "No classes this afternoon." I secretly glanced at my mother.
Today, she was wearing a light purple suit, light-colored sheer stockings, and white high heels.
My heart pounded again, and a certain part of my body stirred.
To avoid losing my composure, I was about to go back to my room when 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 rushed to help her, helping her sit down on my lap.
"Mom, are you alright?" I asked with concern.
My mother shook her head, but her face was still contorted with 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 me.
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 marriage 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 about 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 exposed to me.
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 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 to me willingly.
Romantic Mother-Son Relationship (4)
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 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 inertia, allowing my penis to slip completely into her
buttocks.
Immediately afterward, my uncle slammed on the brakes, and my mother was propelled upward like a rocket launch... "Bang!" My mother slammed heavily against the roof of the car.
In that instant, my mother's buttocks finally came off my penis.
However, as the braking ended, she fell backward due to inertia, and my penis slipped back into her buttocks, pressing down to the very bottom.
Even more unexpectedly, my uncle turned around and sternly yelled at me: "Tiexiong, why didn't you help your mother up!" "Yes, I'll help her up right away.
" I was secretly delighted and took the opportunity to hug my mother tightly.
"Let go of me!" Mom struggled, trying to break free from my embrace.
"Zhuoya, stop it, this road is full of potholes, be careful not to bump into anything!" Uncle advised.
"Yes, Zhuoya, stop it," Grandma said to Mom as well.
Mom glared at me angrily, then helplessly said to Grandma, "Yes." "Son, turn off the car lights, pay attention to the road conditions, 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.
Suddenly, 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; the only sound seemed to be the roar of the car engine, 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
felt her fleshy body, gently inhaling her alluring scent…
For the first time in my life, I could hold my mother like this, with such "malicious intent," and I felt incredibly happy.
However, I was also incredibly 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, it was truly shameful.
Despite the embarrassment, my penis acted on its own, becoming even more erect after penetrating deep into my mother's buttocks—a natural human instinct that no
one can control.
The car continued its journey, swaying left and right.
I was alright, but it wasn't easy for Mom up there: the car swayed, and Mom swayed with it, my penis swaying back and forth between her buttocks; when
the car encountered a car ahead or a red light, my uncle would brake immediately, and Mom's body would inertia cause her to lean forward. For a moment, Mom's buttocks would finally detach from
my penis, but as soon as the brakes stopped, she would fall backward again, her buttocks pressing heavily into my penis, all the way down.
All along the way, the car started and braked countless times, over and over, and Mom was repeatedly tormented.
It was pure torture; I was really worried Mom would scream.
In the darkness, I could see Mom's hands clenched into fists, trying her best to control herself from making a sound.
Mom clearly understood that screaming would do no good for anyone.
Imagine, if my uncle and grandmother found out about our situation, even if it was unintentional, we would be so ashamed we'd jump into the sea.
Finally, the car arrived at our house.
As soon as the car stopped, Mom quickly jumped out and rushed into the yard.
Grandma was still muttering, "Zhuoya is really something, leaving without even saying goodbye."
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 spoke, I walked into the yard.
Romantic Mother-Son Relationship (5)
I understand that God has given me an opportunity, and now it's up to me to seize it.
Now, Dad no longer comes home. He used to come back every few days, but he hasn't come back for more than a month.
Today, their laughter and chatter at the banquet were just for show. After the banquet, they acted like strangers.
Dad just said to Mom, "I'm going back to the company," and then drove away. Their relationship has completely broken down.
And my sister and Mom seem to be getting more and more distant.
Mom must be very empty and lonely now. A woman of thirty-five is in her prime, with a very strong sex drive. Without emotional support, she has no sex life. I even
wonder if Mom masturbates at night.
"She drank a lot today. Alcohol can cloud judgment, making people lose self-control and rationality. Plus, with that little incident in the car earlier,
I must have aroused her!" I thought excitedly. "Tonight is definitely my best chance!"
With an incredibly excited, nervous, and thrilled feeling, 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 "I'm the Number One Fool" chair in the living room, holding a glass of wine, 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 advantageous for me.
So, I poured myself a glass of wine and sat down on the "I'm the Number One Fool" chair opposite her.
At that moment, I realized something was wrong with Mom.
What had just happened made me think Mom would be embarrassed to see me, but Mom acted as if nothing had happened. It seemed Mom had drunk too much.
"Cheers." Mom clinked glasses with me and downed her glass in one gulp, and I did too.
After finishing the glass, Mom's face was flushed.
I said, "Mom, you've drunk 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 emotional, and she hugged me tightly, saying, "Tiexiong, you mustn't leave Mom like your father and sister did."
I also suddenly became emotional, and I hugged Mom tightly, saying, "Mom, I won't leave you! Don't be sad, Dad doesn't love you, but I do!" I
suddenly kissed Mom's cheek.
Mom was stunned for a moment, and said, "What, what did you say?"
At that moment, the alcohol was rising in my head, and I excitedly shouted, "Mom, I love you!"
Mom seemed to sober up, and stood there stunned. Her face turned deathly pale. She stared at me blankly, as if she had never seen me before.
Seeing her shocked expression, my drunkenness turned into a cold sweat, and I couldn't help but regret my confession. But it was too late; I couldn't 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 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 talking nonsense, 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 urgently.
I said, "Why not? We're mother and son, but we're 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 any boundaries."
My mother exclaimed in surprise, "But love between mother and son is against propriety and morality; it's incorrect and abnormal.
Your love for me, for your own mother, is inherently wrong. We can't possibly 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
the World Trade Center; Leslie Cheung could publicly declare himself gay and only love men his entire life. What else is impossible? Nothing in this world is static.
Dad used to love you very much, he must have made vows of eternal love with you, but hasn't he changed now?"
After I finished speaking, my mother was suddenly speechless, a confused look appearing in her beautiful eyes. Her will seemed to be wavering.
After a while, my mother seemed about to say something. I didn't give her a chance to speak; I immediately kissed her passionately.
I thought she 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 shoved me away and plopped down on the "I'm the Number One Fool" chair, muttering, "Oh my god! What did I just do? How
could kiss my own son?"
At that moment, I, sitting opposite Mom on the "I'm the Number One Fool" chair, downed my drink in one gulp and said, "Mom, don't be surprised. What happened was just your
instinctive need."
Mom didn't say anything, finishing her drink as if to calm herself down.
After finishing the drink, Mom seemed truly drunk.
Her cheeks flushed, and she leaned against the "I'm the Number One Fool" chair, her watery, alluring eyes looking at me expectantly. "Tiexiong, do you really love Mom?"
Mom's voice was soft and seductive.
It's said that only women in love act like this; Mom was truly drunk.
"Yes, I truly love Mom," I said.
"Then you won't rape me tonight, will you?" Mom asked.
I was stunned. I never dreamed these words would come from my usually 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 own mother. But I still
truly love you. You can rest assured, I'm a man. Even if I can never have you, I will never do anything against your wishes."
My mother suddenly chuckled. She said, "You're definitely more gentlemanly than your deadbeat father. He would never say such things. For your sake
, I can give you a chance."
I asked, "What chance?"
My mother 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?"
My mother giggled again, and seeing her smile made my heart sink.
It's said that men are more ruthless when drunk, but women are even more so. That's because women's hearts are more unpredictable than men's;
no one can truly fathom what they're thinking. At least I had no idea what Mom was thinking. What did she want me to do? Did she expect me to pluck the stars from the sky
?
Mom said, "Why did you kiss me just now?"
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 go to hell 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, and said, "You don't need to go to hell to get me. Just kiss my feet!
Kiss them as passionately as you kiss 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 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 my mother's feet, she seemed a little ticklish. She frowned and said, "Hey, you've been sniffing around
for ages, did you even smell any flowers on your feet?"
I finally raised my head and said, "Mom's feet have a really nice smell, a little salty and a little leathery."
My mother looked at my serious expression, both amused and annoyed, and said, "You've been sniffing around for ages just to smell my feet?"
I said, "I have a special fondness for them!"
My mother immediately pressed her feet against my face and giggled, "Then smell them a little longer."
I started to stick out my tongue and kiss my mother's feet.
My mother's feet were slender and soft, with no calluses on her heels. Her fair and delicate skin was slightly pinkish under her flesh-colored stockings.
I picked up my mother's left foot first, and saw that her five toes were tightly pressed together and her arch was slightly curved, making her irresistibly charming.
I felt a burning desire, my penis already erect again, and I quickly began kissing my mother's feet. I kissed her heels, the soles,
the insteps , and her toes, leaving no stone unturned. At first, I kissed gently, but then I couldn't control myself and began licking wildly, sucking on her toes.
My mother seemed to be getting excited too, and couldn't help but moan.
With a sudden groan, her foot moved, and I, who had been sucking on her big toe, ended up shoving all five toes into my mouth…
A few minutes later, my mother 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."
My mother 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," my mother said proudly, "I believe you now, so I'll give you a chance!"
I asked, "What chance?"
"The chance to have me," my mother said, word by word.
No one can describe how excited I was at that moment.
I jumped up from my "I'm such a fool" state and excitedly asked, "What kind of opportunity?"
I couldn't believe my ears.
My mother said, "Since I was little, 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... all of this is preordained! If our mother-son bond is also preordained, how can I object?"
Romantic Mother-Son Relationship (6)
At this moment, my mother seemed to have recovered from the alcohol and was clear-headed.
A thought struck me: I had always thought that my mother could never accept my love for her; it was just a pipe dream that I could never realize.
And tonight's events were just a farce caused by my mother and me losing our composure while drunk. But now it seems that hope is actually within reach!
"How can we know what God has in store for us?" I asked.
Mom got up and took a deck of cards from the bookshelf, saying, "Let's bet on who wins with these cards. The loser has to grant the winner
one request, and they can't go against it—any request will do."
I looked at Mom and said, "Okay, it's a deal!"
"A—deal—with!" Mom said, enunciating each word clearly.
My face flushed, and I said, "Mom, if I win, I want to make love to you, I want us to be one in body and soul!
Do you agree?"
Mom looked at me, slowly tilted her head back, and closed her eyes. Mom
clasped her hands together, her face solemn and sacred; she was silently praying to heaven.
After a while, Mom turned her head and solemnly said, "If heaven truly wants you to win, and if you truly dare to want me, how could I dare to disobey the will of heaven?"
Mom's words excited me greatly, and my lower body instantly became erect.
Mom said again, "If I win, you have to focus on your studies and stop daydreaming. You also have to leave home and live at school like your sister.
You can concentrate on your studies when you can't see me."
I smiled bitterly, "Then it seems I have to leave home if I lose."
Mom said softly, "If I lose, I'll have to give myself to you. If you lose, you'll only have to live at school. You've already gotten the better deal."
Looking at Mom's gentle expression, I became even more aroused. I was willing to do anything to have this beautiful and charming mother.
I said, "There are many ways to play cards. Which one should we play?"
Mom said, "Playing cards is just a tool. We mainly want to see what fate has in store!"
"Then let's play a card game where we take off our clothes." I didn't even know how I said that.
Mom blushed and said, "How could you be so silly?"
"I don't know who was being silly, but they insisted I kiss their feet. My mouth is still numb from kissing them..."
"Alright,"
Mom interrupted me playfully. She knew she had acted foolishly while drunk. She said, "Fine, let's compete. How do we compete?"
I removed the two Jokers from the deck and said, "We have fifty-two cards. Ace is the highest, 2 is the lowest. Each round, each person draws a card and compares their cards. The loser takes off their clothes.
Whoever is naked first loses."
"Okay," Mom said.
I said, "Mom, actually you got the better deal."
"Why?"
"I've calculated it. I only have five pieces of clothing: shirt, trousers, shoes, socks, and underwear," I said. "But you have six."
"Six?" Mom said.
“Yes,” I said, “you have one cheongsam, one pair of high heels, one pair of stockings, one pair of panties, one pair of underwear, and one pair of bra,
six pieces in total.”
“I also have five pieces,” Mom said casually, “I’m not wearing underwear today.”
My heart raced again.
“Let’s each shuffle a hand and start gambling,”
I said, starting to shuffle the cards. Then Mom started shuffling, and the game began.
In the first round, I drew the 10 of diamonds, and Mom drew the 9 of spades.
Mom smiled faintly and took off her high heels; then I drew the King, and she drew the 7, and I won again.
With a sigh, Mom took off her stockings. Her movements were so gentle, so graceful, that my heart pounded wildly.
After that, I wasn’t so lucky, losing four rounds in a row, until I was down to just my panties.
Mom was embarrassed to look at my body. She lowered her head and said, “It seems that God doesn’t approve of our union. It obviously thinks this is a wrong relationship.”
My heart sank, but I refused to give up until the very end.
In the seventh round, I drew a small 3, and my face turned ashen.
My mother, confident of victory, drew a card, only to be surprised to find it was a 2.
I laughed, "Looks like fate doesn't want to lose so quickly."
My mother stood up and slowly unzipped her cheongsam, taking it off.
Her fair, voluptuous body was suddenly revealed before me: the deep red bra couldn't fully cover her firm, full breasts, and her
small panties were fiery red, as if teasing my desire.
Instantly, a fire ignited within me, and my penis became hard as a spear, ready to spring forth.
I was left only in my panties, my penis erect and convex.
My mother glanced at my genitals as she sat down.
I saw her eyes widen, her breathing becoming rapid. In that instant, a fire seemed to flash in her eyes! In
the eighth round, I won again, and my mother calmly took off her bra.
Although my mother was already in her thirties, her breasts were still fair, tender, round, and full—absolutely gorgeous!
I looked at her, she looked at me, and neither of us spoke.
My mother and I both understood that this was the final round, the true decisive one.
We both became serious; this was a matter of life and death for us.
I felt as if a stone was pressing down on my heart, incredibly heavy. Deep inside, I cried out, "Please, God, let me win! I must
have my mother! I must have the goddess of my dreams!"
This time, my mother drew her card first.
She seemed a little nervous too, revealing her card—an Ace of Hearts.
My heart sank into the sea, and I felt dizzy.
My mother's expression was strange; I couldn't tell if she was happy or disappointed. She calmly said, "It seems fate doesn't want to help you. You seem destined to lose."
I felt utterly dejected, a void in my heart, but I stubbornly insisted, "How can I tell I've lost before I've even drawn a card? Maybe I'll
draw an Ace."
"How is that possible?" my mother said. "There are only three Aces in fifty-one cards. Even if you had ten chances, you might not draw one, let alone with only one
chance ."
"But what if I really do draw one?" I persisted.
"Alright," my mother said, sounding a little impatient, "If you can draw one Ace, you win, but I believe your chances are almost
zero ."
"I won't give up until the very end," I said, reaching for a card. Deep down,
I had already given up; I was just stubbornly clinging to the facade.
I understood that unless fate truly intervened and was on my side, I had no chance of drawing an Ace; I seemed destined to lose.
So when I saw that I had drawn the Ace of Spades, I could hardly believe my eyes.
My mother seemed stunned too.
We were both stunned for about five minutes before we recovered.
I looked at my mother and said, "I won."
My mother was still looking down at the cards and muttering, "This is too much of a coincidence. I drew the Ace of Spades with a 51 to 3 chance."
I said softly, "Mom, it's God who made me win. He's on our side. He's tacitly approved of us."
My mother looked up at me and slowly took off her underwear.
My mother was completely naked!
No one can describe the feeling I had at that moment. It was beyond excitement, joy, or exhilaration. It felt like someone had finally climbed from hell to
heaven . It was a feeling of happiness.
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"I finally got my mother, my beautiful and charming mother."
My mother looked at me and said softly, "You won. It seems that this really is God's will. Tell me what you want!"
My mother knew what I was thinking, but she still asked me on purpose.
I looked at my mother and said, "Mom, I love you! I want to make love to you, I want our bodies and souls to merge, I want to possess you forever and ever..."
As I spoke, I gently walked up to my mother and bravely embraced her tightly around the waist.
"Ah," my mother couldn't help but let out a soft cry, then shyly closed her eyes.
My mother's body was so soft, her breathing so gentle, and her unique feminine fragrance made my heart flutter and my desire rise.
I lifted my mother's chin and lowered my head to kiss her red, tender lips.
My mother was extremely shy and awkwardly responded to me.
In order to leave my mother with a beautiful memory, I was very gentle and savored my mother's kiss.
Finally, I gently parted my mother's tightly closed teeth, and my tongue slipped inside, intertwining with her fragrant tongue, absorbing the sweet
aroma .
At this moment, I held my mother even tighter in my arms, my hot, hard penis erect and rubbing against her soft belly
, arousing our surging desire.
Soon, my mother responded; her delicate tongue no longer shyly avoided my passion, and her hands actively climbed onto my body, pressing her soft,
fragrant body even closer to mine.
Even now, I still couldn't quite believe it was real. "What have I done to deserve such favor from heaven!"
I was dizzy, my fragile heart struggling to bear it.
But I couldn't care less, because my mother was alive and well in my arms, embracing and kissing me.
Tonight, I would release all my love and savor this hard-won sweetness with my mother.
"Tie Xiong, ah, Tie Xiong, love me well! Ah, don't leave me..." My mother was already in a daze.
I kissed my mother as I answered, "Mom, don't worry! I'll love you forever!"
I suddenly picked her up, and she nestled in my arms like a kitten.
"Mom, let's go to the bridal chamber!" I said, carrying her upstairs to the bedroom.
I placed her on the bed and stood beside it, carefully admiring every inch of her skin.
Her breasts were white and full, her buttocks round and white, her abdomen smooth and flat, her waist slender, and her thighs long and shapely. Her body had almost no excess
fat.
My mother, who had been motionless as I handled her, couldn't help but open her eyes and say, "What are you looking at?"
I said, "Mom, you're my goddess. Your figure is so sexy! Even girls in their twenties can't compare to your figure."
Hearing my words, my mother blushed deeply, her beautiful eyelashes trembling with embarrassment.
My mother's embarrassed look was incredibly cute!
My burning gaze roamed over my mother's snow-white, graceful body, and I kept swallowing hard.
Finally, I couldn't hold back any longer.
I pulled down my underwear, climbed onto the bed, and pounced on her, pressing my body against her soft, pink body, passionately kissing her lips.
I said emotionally, "Mom, I want to be with you, body and soul!"
Mom opened her alluring eyes, glanced at my flushed, impatient face, and shyly closed them again…
Seeing Mom's shy expression, I became even more excited!
I kissed and sucked incessantly on Mom's snow-white face, even gently kissing her round, smooth pink arms. Perhaps I was too excited, I became a little
clumsy.
But Mom was too shy to move, lying quietly like a docile kitten, letting me freely caress, kiss, and tease her delicate body…
…
I whispered in my mother's ear, "Mom, is it comfortable?"
My words made her blush, and she closed her eyes even tighter, turning her face away.
I loved seeing her shy. So, I showered her with even hotter kisses, like raindrops.
My mother's desire had been ignited; she couldn't help but close her eyes, pout her lips, lift her chin, and wrap her arms around my neck, kissing me passionately.
I slipped my tongue into her mouth, biting and sucking on it.
At that moment, we were not just mother and son, but a true couple.
Our minds were filled with only the most primal animal instincts: we only wanted to have sex with each other, only wanted to possess each other's love; ethics, morality, mother-son relationships,
incest taboos—all were long forgotten.
We rolled and kissed passionately on the bed, our lips glued together, our tongues chasing and intertwining. When
my lips left hers, she involuntarily extended her tongue to chase after mine.
I opened my mouth and sucked on my mother's tongue, and finally stuck out my own tongue and entwined it with hers in the air.
While kissing my mother passionately, I began to knead her soft and full breasts with my hands.
My mother closed her eyes and accepted this rare tenderness: the gentle feeling from my hot hands slowly spread from her breasts to her whole body,
giving her a faint sweet feeling. My mother's body trembled slightly, and her legs involuntarily crossed.
I looked at my mother's keen reaction and asked with concern, "Mom, what's wrong?"
My mother looked at me shyly and slowly closed her eyes again... I smiled triumphantly.
Romantic Mother-Son Love (8)
My tongue began to kiss my mother's snow-white neck, soft pink arms, and round breasts.
Finally, I kissed my mother's beautiful breasts, and I greedily sucked around the outside of her breasts.
Slowly, I lowered my head and began to suck on my mother's cherry-like nipples.
For men, breasts, regardless of age, are filled with sacred and sweet memories.
At this moment, I was suckling at my mother's breast with such feelings.
I licked her nipples with my tongue, gently biting them with my teeth, until my tongue had licked every inch of her breast.
On the other side, my hands kneaded her firm, white breasts like dough, my fingers kneading and playing with her nipples.
My hands kneaded her breasts, first circling them, then licking her tender nipples with my tongue.
Instantly, my mother was enveloped in extreme pleasure, her erogenous zones in a state of heightened arousal.
Then, as if afraid I would run away, she tightly embraced my head, pressing it against her breasts, burying my face in her cleavage
.
This fueled my desire even more, and I sucked on her nipples even more vigorously, my hands kneading her breasts even harder.
The teasing pressing and sucking made Mom feel an unbearable tingling and itching all over her body. Her breasts felt numb and itchy, a tingling sensation that spread throughout her body, a numbing tingling that went deep into
her bones.
Mom enjoyed this indescribable pleasure, clenching her teeth in ecstasy, her breath coming in rapid gasps, letting me play with her beautiful body.
My mouth sucked hard on Mom's nipples, my tongue swirling up and down, left and right, around them.
Mom couldn't resist my teasing; her body became hot and flushed, her cherry-like nipples hardening and erect under my sucking, wet,
red, and tempting.
My mother's body began to involuntarily twist and turn, her lower body trembled slightly, and the tender flesh inside her vagina and uterus began to flow with moist, lustful fluid
. Her small nostrils... I sucked harder again, and my mother's pleasure continued to increase, her body trembling even more. My
mother couldn't help but arch her back, her entire upper body trembling slightly.
After sucking her right breast, I switched to her left and did it again, lightly flicking her tender nipple with the tip of my tongue.
"Oh...ah...Tie Xiong...ah...it feels so good...oh..."
Looking at my mother's wanton appearance, my desire burned like wildfire.
I couldn't wait to run my hand down my mother's chest, across her upper abdomen, ribs, and navel, until I reached her lower abdomen.
My mother's lower abdomen wasn't flat; it was slightly bulging, but very smooth. There were many orange-peel-like wrinkles on her belly,
stretching from the fetus when she was pregnant with us. The soft subcutaneous fat filled my palm, and my hand felt as if it were being sucked.
I couldn't resist, and my tongue began to lick down my mother's lower abdomen.
Sliding across my mother's slightly bulging lower abdomen, I came to my mother's mons pubis.
Romantic Mother-Son Love (9)
Slowly, I spread my mother's round, plump buttocks, and my mother's hot, moist vaginal opening was fully revealed before my eyes.
I didn't get a good look at my mother's vulva when she took a bath last time, but this time I could finally appreciate my mother's paradise in detail.
A deep crevice divided my buttocks in two, the dark red anus between them tightly contracted; below that lay
my vulva ; the raised mons pubis triangle appeared exceptionally smooth and full, like a freshly steamed bun; the two dark red, thick labia minora were swollen and
engorged with blood, slightly parted; perhaps due to prolonged and continuous caresses, the labia minora were swollen and engorged with blood, the vaginal opening exceptionally smooth from being moistened by vaginal fluid; the protruding
clitoris was very soft, the tender flesh inside exceptionally pink and fresh—this was where I was born! The thought that I was born from this narrow, alluring cave
, and that I was about to return and possess it again, made me tremble with excitement.
"Mom, I love you!" Involuntarily, I hugged my mother's waist tightly with one hand and touched her vulva with the other.
The mother's body jolted violently, she shuddered intensely, and her beautiful legs tightened around her.

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