[Sweet Taboo]

Sweet Taboo

Author: luolita
Published: 2010/06/10 18p2p

Nie Ping wrote the following on the note she left for her son, Su Zhan: Son, do well on the exam. Mom is waiting for you there.
PS: (A red lipstick mark)

This was a pink note with a fresh cosmetic scent that she placed on her son's bedside table before leaving that morning,
under his watch.

Su Zhan wore the watch every day, and this day was no exception. However, he woke up late today, and when he
hurriedly picked up his watch, he didn't see the note underneath.

The day of the college entrance exam finally arrived, and Nie Ping couldn't help but feel excited as she drove. For nearly a month,
in order not to distract her son from preparing for the exam, she and her son had made a pact of "passing by the door three times without entering." She originally
thought that it would be difficult for a young man like her son to endure this, but unexpectedly, Su Zhan had really focused
on his studies for the past month, as if he had become a different person. On the contrary, she herself tossed and turned many nights, unable to sleep.
Since having sex with her son, and with her husband not around, the unbearable loneliness was truly unbearable.

Thinking of this, Nie Ping couldn't help but smile, laughing at herself for being such a wanton woman. Although Su Zhan wasn't her
biological son, she had been Su Zhiwen's stepmother for almost ten years. She loved Su Zhan dearly and
played the role very well; Su Zhan treated her no differently than a biological mother.

But now, she was immersed in sexual fantasies about her son, immersed in reliving the pleasure of their
passionate lovemaking. Over the past month, these fantasies and memories had become increasingly intense and
agonizing. Su Zhan's youthful, vibrant body gave her a pleasure she hadn't experienced in a long time, and the aphrodisiac
of seemed to have returned her body to its most youthful state, filled with trembling,
desire, and vitality.

Nie Ping's smile gradually faded, her breathing becoming labored. The
lingering acted like a vibrator, causing her vagina to involuntarily secrete fluid that soaked her panties.
She couldn't help but press one hand firmly against the slightly swollen mounds of flesh on her thighs. She tried to suppress
this inappropriate desire, but instead, she was controlled by it. She drove with her left hand while
masturbating .

"Ah Zhan, Mommy's little darling, after today you'll be able to make Mommy feel good again, ah," Nie Ping
murmured to herself , "Harder, son, quickly fill Mommy's little hole with your big cock!" As

she was lost in fantasies of her son's masturbation, she inadvertently noticed a man on a motorcycle watching her through the right window! He had seen everything—a woman masturbating while driving! Nie Ping felt as if she'd been struck by lightning, her mind blank. She was about to reach out her hand, but then remembered her fingers were covered in semen. Trying to avoid the man's gaze, she looked straight ahead and slammed on the gas pedal. 　　Her mind was still buzzing. Her brazen incestuous relationship with her son seemed to have made her lose herself, leading her to do something she would never have dared to do in the past. After driving for a while, Nie Ping's tense mood gradually relaxed. It seemed the man hadn't followed; he had deliberately turned a few corners and parked the car in a secluded alley. After waiting for a while, she finally felt at ease. After this thrilling and unexpected little episode, Nie Ping's mood improved. It seemed that after spending so much time with her son, Su Zhan, his lively and cheerful youthful characteristics had been transferred to her. 　　The alley was long and deserted, with only a few pedestrians, reminding her of the circumstances surrounding her and her son's story. 　　It probably started around the summer her son was sixteen; Nie Ping had begun to have "improper" thoughts about him. Because her husband, Su Zhiwen, hadn't been home for over six months due to work, how could the twenty-eight-year-old Nie Ping endure the loneliness? Her son, Su Zhan, at sixteen, already had the bearing of an adult, and more importantly, the youthful energy he exuded reminded Nie Ping of Su Zhiwen in his youth . 　　One afternoon, unable to resist the urge, Nie Ping trembled slightly as she pulled her son's discarded underwear in front of her. A strong smell of sweat and fishy odor rushed into her bloodstream with her tentative breath. At that moment, her pleasure was so intense that she couldn't control the flow of vaginal fluid from deep within her uterus; she could clearly feel the dampness through her clothes. 　　From the initial caution, swayed by taboo concerns and simultaneously overwhelmed by forbidden pleasure, she eventually succumbed to the surging desire. The long-absent loneliness drove her to find any way to soothe herself. 　　Her son Su Zhan's masculine underwear became the best prop. Countless times, Nie Ping lay in bed, covering her face with these underwear, panting, and using her fingers to reach orgasm. Later , it all became a kind of poison. 　　From then on, looking at her son's strong body would stir up her desires; her addiction grew stronger and stronger, and the amount of Su Zhan's clothes alone seemed insufficient to fully satisfy her needs. But on the other hand, the restraint remained strong and powerful. On the surface, she was still the same gentle and somewhat dignified mother, even more so than before, to conceal their relationship. 　　She never considered incest. 　　At that time, Nie Ping remained at the level of secretly indulging in her infatuation to satisfy her unbearable emptiness; she never thought of letting her son know or giving him any hints. After a period of such restraint , Nie Ping's infatuation with her son gradually lessened, and after Su Zhiwen returned, she even began to forget this embarrassing past. 　　Normal family life continued for nearly a year. The husband, Su Zhiwen, once again embarked on a long period of absence. His "affection" for his son a year ago seemed like a fleeting impulse. This time, Nie Ping didn't... (The sentence is incomplete and ends abruptly.) 　　Meanwhile, their son, Su Zhan, was experiencing a significant turning point in his life, going from dating a girl named Xiaoya to experiencing sex for the first time. Another summer arrived, and he and Xiaoya broke up...

Hands. Nie Ping was completely unaware of all this. In her mind, although her son was an adult, he wasn't
mature enough for that. She still considered him a "virgin" who knew nothing about sex. In reality, Su
Zhan was quite knowledgeable in this area. Although he wasn't technically proficient, he knew many
"styles" that Nie Ping couldn't even imagine.

She couldn't imagine that her definition in her son's eyes had
changed, just as it had at this time last year. Her son, Su Zhan, had developed a strong interest in mature women, perhaps the real
source was his undeniably sexy and beautiful stepmother.

Until one holiday afternoon not long after, Su Zhan and his classmate Jin Lin
came home to play games because there was no place to play ball. Nie Ping happened to be home, dressed casually in a loose long-sleeved top and a soft cotton
skirt, and brought them drinks. Nie Ping noticed a fleeting look of surprise in Jin Lin's eyes when he saw her, his gaze lingering
on her chest, while her son continued playing games without turning around, completely ignoring her.

As Nie Ping walked out of her son's room, she heard Jin Lin say to him, "Your mom is so beautiful!" Women
always feel happy to hear such praise, and for some reason, Nie Ping listened quietly, curious to see what
her son's opinion would be.

"Really?" Su Zhan seemed nonchalant. "Are you going to play or not?"

"Seriously, Su Zhan, your mom's figure is amazing, you can't even tell she's..."
Hearing someone praise her in front of her son made Nie Ping feel somewhat pleased.

"If you say that again, I'll kick you out!" her son, Su Zhan, said angrily.

"Don't be so hasty, I was just saying, besides, she's not your biological mother."

Nie Ping heard a muffled thud from inside, followed by Jin Lin's shout. Sensing something was wrong, she
quickly pushed open the door. Clearly, her son, Su Zhan, had hit Jin Lin in anger. The latter was pressing his head, glaring at him resentfully.
When Nie Ping entered, both of them panicked. Jin Lin glared fiercely at Su Zhan and
stormed out of the room.

"Why did you hit him?" Nie Ping asked. The way her son had stared at Jin Lin just now was something she had never seen before
.

Su Zhan's eyes softened as well: "He's the one who said bad things about you."

Jin Lin's praise of her figure was interpreted as bad things by her son. Nie Ping understood the implication to some extent.
Although she was somewhat pleased with her son's interpretation, she pretended not to know what had just happened and
said, "Why would you say bad things about me if nothing happened? Did you and he have a fight, and you dragged your mother into it?"

"Never mind, if you don't believe me, that's fine." Su Zhan turned around and sat on the bed, as if he were angry with her.

"Damn it, did I hurt my son's feelings?" Nie Ping thought to herself. She quickly sat down behind her son and put
her hands on his shoulders: "Mom knows she was wrong. I shouldn't have doubted you. Please forgive Mom, Zhan."

"Mom, do you know what Jin Lin said about you?" Su Zhan asked hesitantly, his head down.

Nie Ping asked with feigned interest, "What?" while thinking to herself: Let's see what kind of
lie .

"He said you're very pretty and have a great figure."

"What?" Nie Ping was genuinely surprised. She hadn't expected her son to tell the truth. This answer made
her panic. "He shouldn't have said that about his classmate's mother, but it's not exactly bad talk, is it?
Why hit him?"

After asking this question, Nie Ping felt something was off. A terrible thought surfaced in her mind,
making her regret her words. She told herself that she was probably overthinking things,
but when Su Zhan stammered out "Mom, actually," Nie Ping still
stood up in a panic. "Never mind, Zhan, don't think about it anymore. Mom will go see..."

Before she could finish, she stopped abruptly. Su Zhan suddenly stood up as if he had finally made up his mind and grabbed
Nie Ping's hand. Just as he was about to say something, Nie Ping quickly silenced her son.
Now she understood that her guess was correct. Her quick understanding of this matter probably stemmed from
the similar feelings she had had for her son last year, but Nie Ping didn't want it to happen again.

Her instinctive fear of this matter overshadowed her past from last year.

Nie Ping comforted her flustered son with her eyes, then let go of his hand, pulled him to sit on the bed,
composed herself, and said, "Okay, now, whatever you want to say, just
tell Mom."

Su Zhan shook his head.

"Weren't you just eager to say something?" Nie Ping was somewhat surprised by her son's silence; it wasn't
a good sign. "It's okay, Zhan, Mom will understand whatever you say and will forgive you.
What can't you tell Mom?"

Nie Ping knew that now was the best
time . But Su Zhan kept his head down, showing no intention of confessing. She continued to persuade him:
"Zhan, your thoughts are normal. It means you've grown
up . If you keep hiding it from Mom, Mom will get angry."

Su Zhan didn't know that his mother had seen through his thoughts, so there was no point in hiding it anymore
. However, he knew that his feelings were not what Nie Ping described. Nie Ping only saw him
as a child who had just "grown up," while in reality, he had long understood these things and was even
adept .

In this situation, his "liking" for Nie Ping was not a simple liking; it could be said that in Su Zhan's
heart, it had already crossed the taboo level. And for Nie Ping, it was obviously much more difficult than for her son.

Su Zhan didn't intend to hide it anymore and simply made a complete confession: "Mom, to be honest,
I like you, but not in the way a son likes his mother; it's a man's liking for a woman."

Hearing her son actually say it, and say it so bluntly, Nie Ping's heart couldn't help but tremble.
She was still prepared to persuade him: "Ah Zhan has really grown up and understands these things. This is all very normal..."

"Is it normal for a son to like his mother?" Su Zhan suddenly interrupted Nie Ping, seemingly impatient.
Annoyed that his mother treated him like a naive child, Su Zhan said, "Mom, I've understood this for a long time. It's perfectly normal for men and
women to have sex."

Su Zhan almost slapped her son, but then hesitated, realizing she didn't
have the resolve to hit him. Despite this, she still looked furious: "Are you crazy? I'm your
mother! What would your father do if he knew what you were thinking?"

Su Zhiwen seemed to be a very effective presence, as his long absences emboldened Su Zhan's
growing "ambition" towards Nie Ping. However, his father's influence remained; the mere mention of his name
made Su Zhan panic. Unfortunately, this influence was short-lived, as Su Zhan realized
his mother wouldn't tell anyone. Having understood this, Su Zhan
looked up again and discovered Nie Ping had left.

Nie Ping knew, of course, that running away wouldn't solve the problem, but she was filled with anxiety,
afraid to stay, afraid she wouldn't be able to control herself. All of her actions
stemmed , a force that, in truth, harbored a contrary impulse, but now she was too terrified
to even contemplate it.

This emotion was merely a resurrection of a "crazy" memory from years past, reawakened and unstoppable. In Nie Ping's imagination, she
saw herself entangled with her son, a scene that filled her with both shock and joy, a
powerful, unprecedented sense of release. But once she opened her eyes, an even stronger force
controlled her thoughts, completely suppressing those imaginings and repeatedly telling her that the consequences would
be disastrous, and that she must remain steadfast in her stance.

Normally, an awkward encounter would ensue the next morning when mother and son met.
But strangely, this did not occur. Because both of them had their own beliefs, and with
beliefs come fearlessness, and naturally, there was no awkwardness. Nie Ping got up early to prepare breakfast, and Su Zhan smiled
brightly. The two sat down to eat together, just like usual.

Nie Ping had her reasons for feigning composure, but in her opinion, her son Su Zhan shouldn't be so
uninhibited . So, on the surface, she appeared unconcerned, smiling as she watched her son, but inside she was somewhat troubled. Her son
's behavior left her unable to find a reason to get to the point. When Su Zhan was almost finished with his breakfast,
she finally couldn't help but speak up: "Zhan, Mom wants to talk to you about yesterday."

"Okay, but I have to go to school now. Let's talk about it when I get back tonight," Su Zhan said with a smile, looking at
Nie Ping.

If this weren't her son, Nie Ping would have been deeply troubled. Was her son's inner world really that
strong and dangerous? She couldn't believe it: "Then come home early after school."

With a heavy heart, Nie Ping spent a grueling day. She left work early,
dressed herself in a solemn and dignified manner, and slowly rehearsed her words in her mind, considering possible
unforeseen circumstances.

Nie Ping's idea was to resolve the matter peacefully. If her "rebellious son" remained
obstinate , she would have to bring in his father to maintain order. If things escalated to the most uncontrollable situation, she
would have to resort to force. The most basic principle was to stand firm and never waver.

Su Zhan hadn't appeared yet, and it seemed the first, most peaceful solution had failed. She hadn't
expected her son to be so late. Waiting was agonizing, and anger was rising in Nie Ping's heart.

When Su Zhan returned, it was late, and the house was dimly lit. The moment he entered, he was almost
scared out of his wits by Nie Ping's furious gaze. He turned on the light, put down his schoolbag, and seemingly ignored her anger completely
: "Mom, is dinner ready? I'm starving."

"Why are you back so late?" Nie Ping suppressed her emotions, waiting for her son to give a nonsensical answer so she could
explode hysterically.

"Didn't I tell you last time that we'd have evening self-study starting this week? I forgot about it this morning
, I'm sorry, Mom."

Nie Ping painfully realized that there really was such a thing; evening self-study was required because the college entrance exam was approaching.
After understanding this, her anger completely subsided, and she began to care about her son: "Then why didn't you eat dinner at school?"

"Because I was already upset that I didn't mention evening self-study, and I wanted Mom to wait for me at home, so how could I have
an appetite for dinner?"

Although Nie Ping told herself that there might be a trick involved and she couldn't help but be touched by her son's
concern: "Good son, it's rare for you to care about your mother like this. I'll go make a nice meal right away."

"Mom, you're tired too, why don't we just go out for a simple meal?" Su Zhan said.

Seeing her son's open and honest demeanor, Nie Ping began to wonder if she was overthinking things. He had already
moved on from yesterday's events, while she was still preoccupied with it, constantly "on guard" against him. Was that
inappropriate ? She agreed to her son's suggestion and went to her room to change her clothes. When she came out, she
saw her son holding a cardboard box.

"What's this?" she asked.

"A gift for Mom," Su Zhan smiled.

Curious, Nie Ping took the box. It was an old box, and she didn't know what was inside. She opened
the lid , then peeled back a layer of white wrapping paper. Bright red came into view—a pair of brand-new, shiny
high heels. For a moment, Nie Ping was completely captivated by those high heels. It's a woman's nature. After that
moment , she looked at her son and asked, "Did you buy this yourself?"

Su Zhan looked at her slyly, "I took it from your wallet in your room." Seeing the surprise and anger that
immediately , he smiled again, "Of course not! I bought it with all my savings. How about it,
isn't it pretty?"

"You little rascal!" Nie Ping scolded him irritably. She closed the box again and said seriously to her son,
"Mom can't accept this gift."

Su Zhan looked at Nie Ping with pleading eyes and said, "Mom, these shoes will look really good on you."
"I think..."

Before her son could finish, Nie Ping interrupted him, "Ah Zhan, let me tell you this very seriously: that kind of thing
is absolutely impossible. You're just growing up and starting to understand things, so you must give up this
idea as soon as possible. Luckily, I found out about this in time, otherwise, it would only have made you sink deeper and suffer
greater harm."

"Mom, you're right. Actually, I understood the situation after yesterday. But I bought these shoes
especially for you before, and I didn't dare to give them to you. Now that I've figured it out, I can
give them away openly and honestly."

Seeing her son's sincere expression, Nie Ping truly believed him. Although the high heels
were a bit too brightly colored, they were clearly a fashionable style, and naturally, they wouldn't be cheap. Thinking that her son's feelings for her were
so deep that he had gone to such lengths to buy her a gift, Nie Ping felt a unique kind of emotion.
Since their marriage, Su Zhiwen hadn't bought her a thoughtful gift in a long time. When they were dating
, she felt like a noble princess; the feeling of being loved was so sweet. Nie Ping
was lost in thought for a moment.

"Mom, what are you thinking about? You accepted my gift?" Su Zhan asked.

"Yes, thank you, Zhan."

"As a way of repaying him, put them on now. I really want to see if they really look beautiful."

Seeing her son's eager and attentive gaze, Nie Ping knew she couldn't refuse. Besides, she really liked the
high heels; she knew she would look beautiful in them, she was fully confident of that.

"Of course you'll look beautiful! Your mother used to be a great beauty."
"How is it?" Nie Ping asked her son as she changed her shoes.

Su Zhan looked her up and down, his gaze finally settling on the deep red high heels. "They're really beautiful.
These shoes seem tailor-made for these feet."

Nie Ping happily tapped her son's head. The high heels made a bright, cheerful, almost sensual sound on the ground before stopping. She turned to her son and said, "Come on, let's go eat."

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