My mother is the source of my desire.

In my eyes, my mother has always been a dignified and virtuous woman, taking care of us wholeheartedly. If it weren't for that accident, I might have thought that way my whole life.

First, let me introduce my mother. My mother's name is Lin Ya. She has an enviable figure: 165cm tall, 36D breasts (this is what I saw on her bra, but it's not actually her bust), a perfect 24-36 figure. At 38, she shows no signs of aging. Her slightly oval face exudes a mature aura unlike that of a young girl, with a noble and elegant demeanor. A well-tailored business suit highlights her competence, which is probably related to her work.

The story begins last year after my college entrance exams. My mother went on a business trip, which I never understood. My father is the general manager of a multinational company, with an excellent salary and benefits, enough for us to live comfortably for the rest of our lives. The only drawback is that he spends less than 10 days a year at home. But my mother, I don't know why, still went to work. Her answer was that she had nothing to do at home, so she went out to find something to do.

However, my mother's company often requires overtime and business trips, so she's frequently busy and often doesn't come home at night. At first, I assumed it was because her company was very busy, so I understood. But later I found out what was really going on.

Last summer, after the college entrance exam, my mother promised to take me on a trip as a reward for my hard work in my senior year. But after the exam, she changed her mind, saying there was an urgent matter at work that required her to go on a week-long business trip. Although I was unhappy about this, I understood, since it wasn't the first time; it happened often before.

After my mother left, I felt very bored. Because she was worried about affecting my studies, she didn't buy me a computer, saying she would buy it after the exam. So, I went to Uncle Wang's house to play. Uncle Wang is a good friend of my father, so our families are very close. However, I didn't understand why Uncle Wang was still unmarried, considering he has money and power—he's the vice mayor of the city. Later, I understood.

That day, I knocked on Uncle Wang's door. A cleaning lady from a housekeeping company, Aunt Lin, opened it. She said Uncle Wang had gone out and wouldn't be back for a week. I was puzzled; why was he gone again? Luckily, Aunt Lin recognized me; I often came over, and she knew our families were close, so she let me in. Well, it was better that he wasn't there; I could have some fun by myself. I went into the study, turned on the computer, and started playing games, chatting with Aunt Lin as I went. After a while, Aunt Lin finished cleaning, told me to lock the door when I left, and then left.

After a while, I started to get bored. I stopped playing games, and since no one was chatting with me, I randomly clicked on the computer to see if there was anything fun. But Uncle Wang's computer was so boring; there was nothing there except the few games I had downloaded. In desperation, I went to the "Harem" game to download some movies to satisfy my cravings.

Suddenly, a message popped up saying my hard drive space was insufficient. I was puzzled. How could this happen? I only downloaded a few games. How could my computer's space be gone? I remember this computer has 160GB of free space. After deducting other miscellaneous items, I should still have at least 100GB available. Something's fishy! I suddenly got excited. You little rascal, you must have secretly downloaded some great movies and hidden them. I went to the Control Panel, opened the Folder Options, and checked the "Show hidden files" box.

Sure enough, a folder with a whopping 100GB of data appeared. I opened it, and wow, a whole bunch of great movies! The categories were quite comprehensive: censored, uncensored, Japanese, domestic, Western, SM, voyeurism, self-shots, BDSM, outdoor exhibitionism, bus perverts… and it even included movies, novels, and photos!

Wow, this is good stuff. But what I'm more interested in is a 30GB encrypted folder. Heh heh, you're too green to mess with me. Because it's encrypted with third-party software, I just found the software and deleted the password file. It's undetectable.

I'm getting excited. Hidden so deep and encrypted, it must be something good. I opened the folder named "Evidence," but I was dumbfounded. Inside were another pair of folders, but the names were in a pinyin-like format, like "wq" or "yl." My intuition told me these were names.

Which one should I look at first? After thinking for a moment, I finally opened a folder named "ly," which had the same initials as my mother's name. Inside were several folders: Videos, Fantasy, Discipline, Exposure, Company, Home… In an instant, my blood seemed to freeze. I knew what was happening.

My hand trembled as I tapped the "revealed" option. A pile of photos appeared before me, and I immediately recognized it as my mother. The first photo was taken in front of our house. My mother was wearing her business suit, as elegant as ever. The black dress perfectly accentuated her figure, and the black stockings and high heels exuded a noble air.

But what made my blood boil was that my mother wasn't wearing a skirt. Her pubic area, which should have been lush and full, was completely bare, a red slit radiating a lascivious aura, a stark contrast to the elegant smile on her face.

My heart felt like it had been stabbed. I leaned back in my chair, and images from the past flashed before my eyes. I finally understood the whole story. Why was my mother always traveling for work, working overtime, and staying out all night? Why didn't she enjoy her life instead of going out to work? So that's it. I understood everything. I calmed myself down and clicked on the next photo.

This photo was taken in my mother's office. People were coming and going outside. My mother stood in front of a one-way window, completely naked, her upper body pressed against the glass. Her hands were behind her back, and she spread her buttocks outwards, revealing her brown anus and bright red vulva. I could even see her vulva glistening alluringly, perhaps excited by the constant threat of being discovered.

The following photos were all revealing images—in parks, on rooftops, and even on a pedestrian bridge where she had pulled her skirt up to her knees and her underwear down to her knees.

I then opened the SM folder. The photos inside showed me a side of my mother I could never have imagined. Looking at the photos of my mother bound with ropes, dripping wax, her face showing a mixture of pain and satisfaction, I found myself instead of angry. Even my penis quietly became erect. As I opened each folder, one photo after another appeared before my eyes, slowly transforming my mother from a noble mother into a despicable bitch.

I even saw a few photos of my mother and a dog. Although there was no penetration, the image of my mother being raped by the dog kept flashing through my mind. I also noticed that my mother's breasts weren't just 36D, they were at least 38F, and judging from the timeline of the photos, they must have grown larger through repeated "training," but they didn't sag at all.

I even saw my own reflection in some of the photos, but based on the other photos, I deduced that when those photos were taken, my mother's vagina and anus must have been filled with vibrators and other things, because her expression in the photos looked unnatural. I felt increasingly excited. I clicked on the initial folder again, which contained only a few photos, and my mother seemed to be asleep in them.

There were also a few close-ups of her genitals, with white semen flowing out. I finally understood that my mother was initially drugged and raped, and then slowly forced and trained into a slave by Uncle Wang.

I sensed things weren't that simple, so I searched the study thoroughly. Finally, I found a hidden compartment in a corner drawer. Inside were some photos and videotapes, as well as several diaries. After flipping through them, I gained a clearer understanding of the situation. Just as I suspected, my mother had indeed been drugged and raped and then blackmailed with the photos. Later, when my mother worked overtime or went on business trips, it was basically him who took her out to "train" her. Fortunately, I discovered that Uncle Wang had originally wanted my mother to have sex with the dog, but she hadn't agreed.

However, through his recent diary entries, I discovered that Uncle Wang's demands on Mom have become increasingly perverse. For example, she's not allowed to go out in underwear; she must wear stockings, and her heels must be at least 10 centimeters high. He only needs to give a hand gesture, and Mom has to lift her skirt or pull up her shirt as he commands, regardless of whether there are other people around. If she doesn't comply, she'll be

punished, and so on. It seems Mom hasn't been doing what he says when there are others around, but the diary entry suggests her psychological defenses are becoming increasingly fragile, and she often hesitates. It seems she's not far from her goal. Reading this, a surge of rage suddenly rose within me. Mom is mine; no one can take her away.

I then searched Uncle Wang's bedroom, and as I suspected, it was a hidden world. In a secret compartment behind the wardrobe, I found a large pile of SM items and a huge amount of lingerie. Many of these items had been used on Mom; perhaps she's currently wearing these lingerie while being disciplined by Uncle Wang.

I lay on the living room sofa and calmed myself down. Rushing things wouldn't lead to good solutions. Then I started to slowly devise a meticulous plan. I couldn't be too hasty; a cornered dog will do anything. I needed to gradually break down his psychological defenses. Getting someone to beat him up would be easy; a group of my classmates were doing well, they were the local gang leaders. If it weren't for me, he would have been beaten to death by his father long ago, so he's always been very grateful to me.

But I couldn't do that. Otherwise, that bastard Wang Jianren would post it online, and who knows if he had any ulterior motives? After returning home, I ordered several sets of video surveillance and eavesdropping equipment online. They were in the same city and would be delivered the next day

. That evening, I called my mother. She sounded tired on the other end of the line, and her answers seemed strained. She explained that she was a little tired. Of course, I knew what she was doing, but I didn't want to point it out. I then took the opportunity to ask her to buy me a computer. She thought for a moment and agreed, saying the money was in a drawer in the study and I could buy it myself.

After hanging up the phone, I lay in bed unable to sleep, feeling a bit excited. I got up and went to my mother's room, opened her wardrobe, and found a hidden compartment there too. This compartment was installed by my uncle at my mother's request, to store some lingerie and sex toys.

However, I didn't open it. Instead, I took a pair of my mother's black lace panties and started masturbating. My mind involuntarily conjured up images of my mother's lewd poses in photos, and I ejaculated quickly, thick semen spraying onto the panties. I didn't bother washing them; I just put them back and went back to my room to sleep.

The next morning, early in the morning, the delivery person brought all the items I ordered to the designated location. He cleverly didn't ask what I needed them for, took the money, and left. I checked the delivered items; they all worked well. After returning home, I started my activities. I installed a camera and a listening device as a set in Uncle Wang's study, living room, kitchen, bathroom, and bedroom. I also installed listening devices on the telephone and cordless phone because I discovered that Mom often took the cordless phone to the bathroom to answer calls.

After doing all this, I went home, got some money, and bought a computer. Back home, I connected the camera and listening devices. Instantly, these places were completely under my surveillance, both audio and video. Let's see what they can hide from me now. Next, I just waited for them to return. During this time, I came up with another good idea: to collect some interest from Mom's body without exposing them. The net was cast; now it was time to reel it in.

Mission accomplished; now it was time to wait for the fish to bite.
A few days later, Mom returned, as dignified and elegant as ever. However, after seeing those things, she had lost her former authority in my presence. I had also figured out how to collect some interest. After Mom got home, she put down her luggage and went to take a shower. Normally, I wouldn't have checked, but today was different. I quietly opened her bag. The top contents seemed normal, but when I looked down, I saw a pile of underwear, bras, and stockings covered in semen.

Mom had been in the bathroom for a while now, and there was still no sound. I quickly went back to my room and turned on the monitor on the computer. Although I was somewhat prepared, the image of Mom on the screen still excited me greatly. She was completely naked, her breasts covered in bruises, and her nipples were covered in teeth marks.

Her genitals were now a little pubic hair, but they were wet. Mom had one leg propped up on the dressing table, her hand inside her vagina, pulling it out. Streams of semen were slowly flowing out, and from this angle, I could see her anus was open like a small hole.

When Mom came out of the shower, she was wearing a large bathrobe, but it still couldn't hide her beautiful body. Seeing me watching TV, my mother said, "Xiaofeng, it's your turn. Go take a shower." "No rush, I'll talk to you after I finish asking my questions," I said without turning my head.

My mother was surprised that I suddenly had something to say. She came over and asked with a smile, "My good son, what do you want to ask me? I told you to buy me a computer, you know." I glanced at my mother, took a deep breath, and could still smell her body odor mixed with the scent of shower gel in the air. Composing myself, I got to the point: "Mom, are you clean now?" "Yes, look how clean I am," my mother said, puzzled.

"Are you really clean?" I asked, staring at my mother.

Even though she couldn't remember anything, my mother sensed something was wrong. She felt a little flustered, her face looked unnatural, and she pretended to hit my head: "What are you thinking about? Go take a shower now." Was she trying to use her mother's authority to suppress me? It used to work, but now it didn't.

"I mean, are you sure you've cleaned all the semen out of your cunt? And from your ass too?" I said coldly.

My mother was immediately struck dumb, frozen in place. Seeing her like this, I decided to be blunt, "Don't think no one knows about what you and that slut Wang did. How can you do this to Dad, who works so hard to support us? No, I have to tell Dad. I can't tolerate someone who's unfaithful to him." My mother finally came to her senses: "No, don't tell your dad, or this family will be finished, and so will I. Please don't tell your dad. I'll never be with Uncle Wang again, please don't tell your dad, okay?" Hearing her words, I became even angrier: "Do you even care about Dad? Do you even care about this family?" I shook off my mother's arms and went back to my room, ignoring her pleas. Soon, it was quiet outside. I guess my mother knew I couldn't forgive her.

I lay in bed, wanting to tell my dad, but I had to deal with that bastard first. Otherwise, if he got desperate, it would be all over. After all, I valued this family and didn't want to watch it fall apart. Just as I was rambling on, a notification popped up on my computer screen: something's up. I immediately put on my headphones.

Sure enough, it was that bastard Wang talking on the phone. As I listened, I got excited. Heh heh, now we'll see how you get yourself killed. Apparently, as the vice mayor in charge of engineering projects, he was revealing the bid price to a contractor, and of course, a 2 million yuan kickback was inevitable. I recorded the conversation, but felt it wasn't safe enough, so I planned to make more notes when the contractor came to deliver the money tomorrow. Then, heh heh.

Nothing happened that night. The next day, before dawn, the computer rang. I jumped up and looked. Damn, those two thieves got up early for this. Good thing, saves me from waiting. What followed was a series of disgusting transactions involving power and money, but unbeknownst to them, someone had recorded the entire process. Alright, it's time to close the net.

I finished getting ready and went downstairs. My mother was still sitting on the sofa in her bathrobe, looking completely lifeless. She seemed a little angry when she saw me, hesitant to speak, but ultimately said nothing. I felt a pang of guilt; she was still my mother, after all. "Wash up and make breakfast; I want to eat later," I said. As soon as I said that, my mother immediately came to her senses. At least I was still talking to her and didn't truly not forgive her, which meant there was still room for reconciliation. She immediately rushed into the bathroom to wash up. I went straight to Wang Jian's house. Luckily, it wasn't far; it was in the same neighborhood, just a few buildings away. Downstairs, I saw the contractor drive away. I went upstairs, knocked on the door, and went inside. Uncle Wang was surprised I was there so early: "Xiao Feng, why are you here so early?" I didn't bother arguing with him: "I know about what happened between you and my mother. I hope you won't go looking for her again, otherwise, hehe, what happened between you and that contractor might be on the disciplinary committee's desk tomorrow. Of course, I don't care about your affairs with other women." I ignored his surprised expression, got up, and wandered around his room, putting all the evidence in a bag. Thinking it wasn't safe, I forcibly removed the computer's hard drive.

Then I carried the large bag home. I thought, he should know how to choose between women and power. When I got home, I threw the bag on the floor and said to my mother, who was making breakfast, "The stuff is all in there. You decide what to do with it. Let me know when breakfast is ready." Then I lay down on the sofa and dozed off.

About half an hour later, Mom woke me up: "Xiaofeng, the rice is ready, get up and eat." Her voice was as gentle as ever, but with a hint of fatigue.

I didn't answer. The porridge, a few side dishes, soy milk, and fried dough sticks were the same as usual, which warmed my heart. Mom sat down opposite me, already changed into clothes I hadn't seen before. She hesitated for a moment and asked, "Xiaofeng, can you not tell your father about this?" While eating, I blurted out, almost unconsciously, "Yes, be my sex slave." I was stunned by my own words. Mom paused for a moment, then seemed to make up her mind: "Is this okay?" I nodded involuntarily. After all, it would be a lie to say I didn't have any ulterior motives towards Mom. But as soon as I nodded, I regretted it; she was, after all, my mother.

Unexpectedly, Mom nodded in agreement and then lowered her head to eat. As I ate, I became a little distracted, and while drinking soy milk, I knocked my chopsticks to the ground. As I bent down to pick it up, I glanced at my mother and noticed that her skirt was very short, barely covering her thighs. After sitting down, it rode up a bit, revealing glimpses of her white, lace panties. This instantly made my penis swell and become erect. My mother seemed to notice, and lifted her skirt with both hands.

After a moment's thought, she took off her panties, exposing her genitals completely to me. Although it wasn't the first time I'd seen them, it was certainly the first time I'd observed them so closely, especially since it was specifically for me. Unlike yesterday's mess, my mother's vulva was clean today, and the pubic hair was shaved off, probably from when she showered yesterday. I was surprised by her quick recovery; her swollen labia from yesterday were almost completely healed.

My mother then spread her legs apart, making it even clearer for me to see. As if sensing I wasn't seeing clearly enough, she placed her legs in an M-shape on the chair and actively parted her labia majora with her hands, allowing me a full view. Her red vagina radiated a captivating sheen. Afraid I'd ejaculate if I kept watching, I quickly picked up my chopsticks and sat back down.

My mother, her face slightly flushed, saw me get up, put her feet down, and continue eating, and indeed lowered her skirt. That stunning scene had excited me; I lost my appetite and kept stealing glances at my mother's ample breasts. She seemed quite unfazed, unbuttoning her shirt and taking off her bra, revealing her round, white breasts. Her nipples, slightly erect and pale pink, stood out.

I was a little surprised. As if sensing my thoughts, she said shyly, "Your Uncle Wang used drugs and it looked like this." My heart skipped a beat. I didn't say anything, but my mind was still on my mother; I felt utterly bored.

After quickly finishing breakfast, my mother tidied her clothes and went to the kitchen to clean up. I watched TV in the living room for a while; there wasn't much to watch so early in the morning. After thinking for a while, I decided I should talk to my mother. Reaching the kitchen doorway, watching my mother's busy figure, my guilt deepened. "Mom, are you really sure?" My mother stiffened slightly upon hearing this and turned around. "Xiaofeng, didn't we agree? Why the change of heart? Are you planning to tell your father? Was I not good enough just now? If you wanted to have sex with me, I wouldn't resist. I just thought you only wanted to watch. I'll be more careful next time. Please don't tell your father, okay?" My mother was getting anxious.

"No, I mean... I've thought about it. You're still my mother, no matter what. You can choose again. Although I really want you, if you don't want to, then forget it. And I won't tell your father." My mother hadn't expected me to say this, and she felt a little touched, but still shook her head. "I'm no longer qualified to be your mother. But I'd still be grateful if you called me that. You don't need to worry about me anymore. I've made up my mind. My body can't live without sex now. Why let the good stuff go to outsiders? If you don't mind my withered state, then take me in." "After saying that, she turned around, lifted her skirt, placed her hands on the sink, and stuck out her buttocks. She said, 'Come on, don't you want Mommy? Don't think Mommy doesn't know you always peek at me while I'm showering. If you want it, come on, Mommy will give it to you.' What could I say? I took off my pants, stood behind Mommy with my proud penis, and rubbed the head of my penis against her labia majora. It went in very smoothly. It seems Mommy's body is very sensitive. When Mommy saw that I had only gone in a little bit and then stopped moving, she pushed her buttocks back, and my entire penis was

taken in. Instantly, my penis entered a warm, moist, and tight place. I didn't expect Mommy's vagina to be so tight. I almost ejaculated on the spot. It seems to be due to the drugs.

Without thinking, I started thrusting in and out, and Mommy cooperated by pushing her buttocks back. I have to say, the taboo-breaking pleasure of having sex with my own mother is even greater than physical stimulation." Although I longed for my mother's body, I didn't deliberately hold back, and after about ten minutes, I ejaculated inside her vagina.

After I pulled my penis out, she turned around, squatted down, and without hesitation, opened her mouth and took my penis back in. She cleaned herself up before spitting it out, gently helping me pull up my pants, and looking up to ask, "Are you satisfied, Xiaofeng? If not, we can do it again." "No need, save your energy for tonight. Also, dress more comfortably at home from now on." My mother immediately understood what "more comfortably" meant and nodded in agreement.

After finishing, I leaned back on the sofa, feeling a little unreal. Just a week ago, my mother was still the gentle and virtuous mother in my eyes, but now she had become the first woman to break my virginity.

Was fate playing tricks on me? Had I come from there, and now I was going back there?

But whether I wanted to believe it or not, a slight turn of my head revealed my mother still wearing that suit that aroused my desire, making it impossible for me to disbelieve. Everything that had just happened felt so surreal; even if it was a dream, I hoped I would never wake up.

My mother washed the dishes and sat down next to me, bringing me back to reality. I glanced at her and noticed that my usually fastidious mother hadn't showered and was sitting next to me in that suit. Perhaps noticing my gaze, she explained, "I don't want my son's semen to go to waste. Let it stay in there a little longer; I'm in my safe period now." "Mom, can you tell me what exactly happened?" "Don't you already know? Why are you asking me?" my mother asked curiously.

"I want to hear you tell me, Mom." I found myself slightly excited when I asked my mother to recount her ordeal; even my penis, which had just ejaculated, was starting to stir again.

Mom was silent for a moment, then said, "Xiaofeng, Mom doesn't want to talk about it. Don't force me, okay? I'll agree to anything you ask, except for this." Not wanting to push Mom too far, I didn't continue. The atmosphere became somewhat silent. Mom must have noticed the change in my lower body; her face flushed slightly. She said, "Do you feel excited when you hear Mom talk about being humiliated?" I looked at Mom in surprise. It seemed Mom was indeed very good at reading people. Although reluctant to admit it, I nodded. Mom was somewhat embarrassed: "I'm sorry, Xiaofeng, Mom really can't agree to that. If you want, you can humiliate Mom like in the photos, but please don't make Mom talk about those things from the past, okay?" Having said that, I had nothing more to say. Mom then leaned closer, her full breasts pressed tightly against my body, and whispered in my ear, her breath sweet: "Xiaofeng, do it with Mom." Hearing my usually conservative mother say such a thing, my slightly hardened penis instantly sprang to attention, the egg-sized glans popping out of my pants.

Although I had already seen it before, it was already limp. Now, seeing it again, Mom was a little surprised by my size, chuckling, "I didn't expect Xiao Feng to have grown up so much." She bent down, cradling it like a treasure, then licked it with her tongue like a child licking ice cream, before opening her alluring lips and taking the entire penis inside.

I must say, Mom's body was very well-developed. I could clearly feel the tip of my penis entering her throat, but apart from a slightly flushed face, Mom showed no signs of discomfort. I

had never imagined that receiving oral sex from my own mother would be so pleasurable. Watching Mom's head rise and fall beneath me, the waves of pleasure emanating from my penis, combined with Mom's delicate face, made me groan. This groan was like the best encouragement for Mom; she moved faster, taking it deeper and deeper, her lips almost touching my lower abdomen. Her hands didn't stop either, rhythmically stroking my scrotum, constantly stimulating my erogenous zones.

I felt myself about to burst, my body trembling slightly. Mom clearly sensed it, and she sucked even harder. Just as I felt I was about to climax, I tried to pull my penis out, but Mom held my buttocks tightly, burying her head deeply, her throat rhythmically constricting, and her hand stroking faster. I couldn't hold back any longer, letting out a low growl as I ejaculated.

Mom puffed out her cheeks, swallowing large gulps, but there was just too much, and much of it still spilled out of her mouth. The ejaculation lasted for about ten seconds, and then she continued in the same position, slowly squeezing her scrotum to expel the remaining semen. After cleaning up for a while, Mom helped me pull up my pants, stood up, and then, right in front of me, scraped the semen from the corner of her mouth with her finger and put it in her mouth, even licking it a few times with lingering satisfaction.

If I hadn't already ejaculated twice today, this action would have made me erect again, but even so, I was burning with desire. My mother opened her mouth to me, half-filled with milky white semen—a scene of utter lewdness.

Then she closed her mouth, tilted her head back, and swallowed it all.

"Such a good beauty product shouldn't be wasted. Xiaofeng, are you satisfied?" My mother smiled lewdly, utterly lewd. She was

truly a semen-draining machine. Remembering I had things to do later, I hardened my heart, ignored my mother's teasing, and went upstairs to shower.
For the next few days, my mother and I enjoyed our time together like newlyweds. Although I had initially agreed that my mother would be my slave, I felt a pang of guilt and couldn't bring myself to do it that way. So we made love like lovers, wildly and passionately.

I never imagined my virtuous mother would become so wanton once she let go of her inhibitions. She was glued to me day and night, my penis practically never outside, whether cooking, eating, or even going to the toilet. When cooking, she'd make me penetrate her from behind, then she'd wriggle around in that small space, but she'd never remove her wet, horny pussy from my penis's reach. Eating was even more unforgettable; she'd sit on top of me, completely encased. And when I went to the toilet, I needed a break, right

? My mother came up with new tricks—she still had her mouth, so she'd suck it. I could only helplessly accept this, because I found that even with my regularly exercised body, this kind of intense intercourse was too much for me; I felt weak. My mother explained that her body had been trained by my uncle to be extremely sensitive and dependent on semen. She said she'd cook something nourishing for me.

A week passed like this, and Mom's desire subsided slightly because her business trip was over, and she had to go back to work. Although she probably didn't care about work, and her boss probably let her take the leave because of Uncle Wang, she still had to put on a show. My first reaction to hearing that she was going back to work was a sense of relief. However, Mom's desire was clearly still high, and she wanted me to help her pick out clothes. I had no choice but to follow her upstairs.

I smiled bitterly to myself, wondering who was the slave here. Once in the room, Mom opened her wardrobe, and even I, with my experience, was somewhat surprised by its abundance. When she started picking out clothes, I realized something was wrong.

I had looked through Mom's wardrobe before, but this time the clothes were clearly different. If I had to describe it, I would say—revealing.

Yes, all of Mom's clothes were skirts, and all of them were extremely short. The longest one probably barely covered two-thirds of her thighs. The tops were normal, but obviously too small. I was worried that if Mom wore these, the buttons would pop off when she breathed.

Finally, I chose what could be considered the most conservative (relatively speaking) black suit, with white lace-up briefs that wouldn't show any lines, paired with flesh-colored stockings and black high-heeled sandals.

Even so, when Mom put these clothes on in front of me, I still had serious doubts about their safety. The skirts were too short, and the tops were too tight, making her breasts almost spill out. This wasn't for work; she'd probably ruin the whole company's life! I couldn't help but wonder, even if my mother was promiscuous, she shouldn't be acting like this in public. Why...? "Mom, where are your old clothes? Aren't you afraid of showing too much skin if you wear these clothes out?" I asked the question that had been on my mind.

"Xiaofeng, you know how to care for your mother now, but why have you been practically beating me up these past few days, almost making me unable to leave the house?" I thought to myself, "Who's beating whom here?" But I didn't say it aloud .

"As for these clothes, you can not wear them if you care about your mother, but there's a condition," my mother said slyly.

I have to admit, my possessiveness is very strong. I didn't want my mother to go out like this, so I agreed without thinking. My mother then pulled out a suitcase from under the bed. It turned out that she had put away all her old clothes. After changing into a normal suit, my mother still looked beautiful and charming, but at least there was no risk of showing too much skin.

However, Mom's conditions were: "You can't let me wear underwear, and you have to put this in." Mom reached into the box and took two vibrators, placing them in my hands. It seemed Mom had been using them for a while.

Although I was reluctant, I still helped Mom insert the vibrators into her anus and vagina. Unexpectedly, Mom seemed unsatisfied and even reached in and poked them in herself. After doing all this, she put on her stockings and put down her skirt.

Who would have thought that under the dignified appearance and clothing of such a beautiful woman, she would be completely naked, and even have genitals inserted in her anus and vagina

? After doing all this, Mom slung her bag over her shoulder and went out. Her walking movements were flawless; only I knew what was going on.

Watching Mom leave, I felt a little bored, thinking about what to do, but couldn't think of anything. I decided to go for a walk; I'd been cooped up indoors for the past few days and was almost out of touch with the outside world.
Yu came downstairs and was surprised to find Uncle Wang there, clearly waiting for me. Seeing me emerge from the stairwell, Uncle Wang chuckled, "How was it? Your mother's got a good taste, huh?" He was angry at the sight of me and didn't bother with him.

"Get lost. If you don't want the disciplinary committee coming after you tomorrow, disappear from my sight immediately." Uncle Wang wasn't angry.

"Are you sure that evidence is useful? And don't you think your mother's acting strangely? You probably haven't even gotten out of bed these past few days." This time it was my turn to be surprised. How did he know so much? Was there really something else going on? I had a bad feeling. "Go on." "It's not convenient to talk here. If you want to hear, come with me." Without waiting for my reaction, he walked straight towards his house. It seems experience counts. Although my intuition told me I shouldn't go, curiosity ultimately overcame reason, and I followed him.

When we arrived at his house, we sat down as host and guest. I was getting impatient: "Get to the point, or don't blame me for being impolite." Uncle Wang remained unhurried and said, "How do you plan to be impolite? Beat me up, or use those security cameras, or evidence of my bribery?" Now it was my turn to be uneasy. He seemed to know everything; I felt like I had fallen into a conspiracy.

"Don't interrupt me while I'm speaking, or you won't hear what comes next," Uncle Wang said slowly, gathering his thoughts.

"First of all, it was your father who asked me for help first." Uncle Wang's first sentence shocked me beyond belief. If he hadn't stopped me from speaking, I would have already cursed him.

In my eyes, apart from being a bit neglectful of his family, my father was definitely a good man. Now someone was telling me that my father had instructed him to rape my mother. I refused to believe it even if you killed me, but I patiently listened.

Uncle Wang didn't seem to care and continued, "Because your father is having an affair, he wants to divorce your mother, but he loves you very much and wants custody of you. So he had me rape your mother. He wants to use that as leverage to force her to give up custody. If that doesn't work, it will be strong evidence in court, since your mother will be found guilty of adultery, and if that's proven, she'll get nothing." Uncle Wang paused, took a sip of water, and asked, "Surprised, aren't you? Your beloved father is this kind of person. To be honest, I was shocked when he came to get rid of me, but he's been kind to me, so I had to help. Even without all that, if he hadn't paved the way for me with money, I wouldn't have become the deputy mayor so quickly, and in charge of construction at that." I felt a lump in my throat and drank several glasses of water before I could catch my breath

. "But what your father doesn't know is that although I can help him get evidence against your mother, I can't force her to rape. Do you know why? Hehe, it's actually very simple. That's also why I'm still not married. Because I'm impotent, or rather, I can't have sex. When your father rescued me, I was already crippled, but the doctor didn't tell him because of privacy. He only told me, and I haven't told anyone else." I suddenly remembered those photos of my mother being trained by him, and ignoring his threat not to let me interrupt, I excitedly said, "Those photos! Don't think I haven't seen them. If you're impotent, how could you have trained my mother like this?" "That's what I wanted to say," Uncle Wang continued, "Things went smoothly at first, and your mother submitted." "Yes. But here's the problem: your dad and I were too careless, and your mom discovered our plan. This backfired, putting pressure on your dad. However, the photos we took didn't show any of our bodies, so your mom couldn't explain herself if she showed them. After this stalemate, your parents negotiated, and your mom agreed to a divorce, while your dad agreed to split the assets equally. But they argued about your custody, and finally decided that you could live with whoever you wanted. That's why your mom was frequently away on business trips; actually, she was coming to me so I could help her become more sensitive. Then I staged a scene of her being raped by me, and deliberately let you find out." "That's just your side of the story. Why should I believe you? Do you have any evidence?" I finally started to panic. I didn't even really believe what he was saying; after all, if he dared to say that, he must have some evidence.

"Didn't you notice that I don't appear in any of those photos? If you looked at the photos in the other folders, you'd find the women in those photos very familiar. As for the diary, it's all fake, just to make everything seem more real. Those bruises on your mother's body were all self-inflicted; she really went to great lengths to keep you. Otherwise, if I had really succeeded in raping you, I only needed to keep some evidence. Why would I need so many photos and so much stuff on the computer? Aren't they just waiting to be discovered? And do you think the deputy mayor's computer wouldn't have some valuable information? Don't you think my computer's encryption is too simple? And the places I put things are too easy to find. If I really wanted to hide something, I could just lock it up and you wouldn't be able to find it. Finally, don't you find it strange that your mother has been so clingy to you these past few days, wanting to have sex with you? Even the most promiscuous woman wouldn't be so open with her son so quickly." After saying this, Uncle Wang paused for a moment. Seeing that my expression had improved, she continued, "Your mother's actions had two drawbacks. First, those photos—she was afraid you'd discover the truth, thankfully you didn't. Second, it was me." "Why are you telling me all this?" I asked, my heart filled with anguish.

"Your mother knew you often spied on her while she showered, knew you had desires for her. She wanted to use your desires to keep you with her body, but she was too hasty. Your father's hope of keeping you was that I would tell you all this, and then you, out of hatred for your mother, would go abroad with him." "Because I knew these things, your mother had to keep me quiet, but she didn't expect that a quarter of the property wouldn't be enough to repay the kindness your father showed me. Okay, I've said everything I wanted to say, but I must say this: your parents love you. They did this simply to keep you by their side. Whatever you choose in the end, don't blame them too much. Your mother went out today to finalize the divorce with your father. Even if I don't tell you now, you'll probably find out soon enough." She then fell silent.

Everything was fine until his last sentence triggered me. I stood up abruptly and yelled at him,

"Liars! You're all liars! You're doing this for my own good, using me like a pawn! I never want to see you again!" I slammed the door and stormed out. Uncle Wang knew I'd get emotional, but he didn't expect such a strong reaction and quickly chased after me.

My vision blurred. Why? Why would my parents treat me like this, using me like a pawn? My mind was a complete mess; I couldn't see anything clearly, I just kept running forward. I hate this family, I hate everyone here, I never want to come back.
Even if I'm a fish, I'm a piranha. I wandered aimlessly. By the time my chaotic thoughts calmed down, it was almost noon. I never imagined I'd thrown myself so far in a fit of anger. Although I'd decided not to go back to that heartbreaking family, I still had to go back to those clothes.

When I sneaked back home, I listened intently at the door. The house was completely silent.

Just as I was about to open the door, it flung open, and my mother stood before me, her face streaked with tears, her eyes swollen from crying. Seeing me return, she tried to hug me, but I stepped back, coldly saying, "I don't want to be treated like a fool anymore." Hearing this, my mother froze, unconsciously saying, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. I love you so much, I just want you to stay with me." Tears streamed down her face again.

I pushed her away in annoyance and went straight into the house and upstairs. Inside the room, I pulled a dusty suitcase from under the bed. I remembered it was from when I moved as a child; I never imagined I'd need it again while leaving this unfamiliar home. I laughed self-deprecatingly. I quickly packed some clothes and took out all the money I'd earned from odd jobs. I counted it—only a little over 2000 yuan, but it was enough for now. Before, I'd only worked to experience life; now, this money had become my support. After thinking for a moment, I took my phone out and put it on the table, then picked up my suitcase and went downstairs.

My mother was still secretly weeping. Seeing me come downstairs with my suitcase, she asked urgently, "Xiaofeng, where are you going?" "Going. I don't want to stay here anymore," I said expressionlessly.

"Xiaofeng, no, please don't go! It's all my fault. Please don't leave me. How can I live if you leave? Please don't go!" my mother pleaded.

I ignored her and went straight out the door. My mother grabbed me, and I couldn't shake her off. She continued to plead, "Xiaofeng, even if you're going to leave, please finish this meal before you go, okay?" I glanced at the table. Sure enough, there was a sumptuous lunch, clearly prepared by my mother, but I had no appetite.

"I feel disgusted. I don't want to eat anything you made," I said, struggling to break free from her grasp. I opened the door and left. Just as the door closed, I heard my mother collapse to the floor behind me. If only I had known this would happen! You forced me into this situation.

Once I got downstairs, I realized I didn't know where to go. Never mind, I'll call and ask him to introduce me to some high-achieving female counselors. I'll just have to make do for now and figure out what to do

later. I'm not going to starve, am I? But even if I don't starve, I'll be driven crazy by this annoyance. My mother had been looking for me since the afternoon, probably through a classmate. I wish I hadn't asked her for help. She'd been knocking on the door non-stop from afternoon until evening, it was incredibly annoying.

Finally, I couldn't take it anymore. I hadn't eaten all day, I was irritable, and with the knocking, I abruptly opened the door. My mother looked pleased to see me. She was still wearing the same clothes she'd worn that morning. She came in, about to say something, but I rudely interrupted her.

"Take off your clothes." My mother was a little taken aback. This was a rented room, the soundproofing wasn't great. Although many people had left after the college entrance exams, some students from other grades were still living there. If they were really doing something, no one would hear them.

Although my mother had always been quite open-minded, even wanting to wear revealing clothes that morning, it was all part of her plan to get me. So when I said that, Mom seemed a little flustered. Clutching the front of her coat, she said in a panic, "Xiaofeng, please don't stay here. Come home with Mom. You can do whatever you want at home." "Get out! If you don't want to, get out of this room. Nobody's forcing you to do anything," I yelled angrily.

Mom felt a little wronged: "Don't kick me out. I'll listen to you, okay?" "I'm sorry, you've already lost your chance today. If you still want to come in, we can talk about it tomorrow. Now, leave immediately. If you want me to starve, then stay outside." My chilling voice pierced Mom's ears. Mom lowered her head and thought for a while, but ultimately left.

After dinner, I lay in bed wondering if what I did was right, if it was right for my parents. Although they hurt me, they were ultimately doing it for my own good. But at the same time, I couldn't bear being manipulated and used like a pawn, especially by my parents. Unable to figure it out, I drifted off to sleep.
The next morning, Mom came again, bringing breakfast, but I threw it out. Mom was at a loss, staring at her unfamiliar son. He had never treated her so roughly before. Even when he discovered the evidence of her adultery, he only wanted to possess her body, and after that, he was indeed very obedient. But now, the son before her left her bewildered.

Seeing Mom come again, I didn't even let her into the room, making her stay outside, saying, "Take off your clothes outside before you come in." You see, many students live here, and it was early morning; many had just gotten up and were still brushing their teeth, watching what was happening from afar.

Mom's expression tightened, and she tried to go inside, but I blocked her way. Mom pleaded, "Xiaofeng, please let Mom in, okay? I'll take my clothes off inside, you can do whatever you want with me, but please don't do it outside." I chuckled, "Sorry, you've refused my request again. I won't force you. Go away; you won't have another chance today." Mom stared at me for a long time, and I stared back defiantly. Finally, Mom's expression gradually darkened, and she turned and left. A sense of vengeful pleasure filled my heart.

On the third day, Mom didn't come all morning, nor in the afternoon. I wondered if she had given up, and a cold smile crept across my face. Women, indeed, are fickle creatures. Yesterday she swore eternal love, and today she's changed her mind. My resentment grew even stronger.

That night, just as I was getting ready for bed, there was a knock at the door. Mom was outside, urging me to open it. She seemed quite cold, her voice trembling slightly: "Xiaofeng, it's Mom. Please open the door. Can you let Mom in?" I didn't even open my eyes, just snuggled under the covers and said, "Sorry, I'm already asleep. If you want to come, come tomorrow." Mom got a little impatient: "Xiaofeng, please open the door. I'll just say a few words and leave, or I won't leave today." "Whatever," I mumbled, turning over and pulling the covers over my head to sleep. I could vaguely hear Mom's voice outside, but I couldn't make it out. Seeing that I didn't react, the sound gradually faded away.

Before dawn, I was woken by a loud bang on the door. Annoyed, I thought, "So early, what a nuisance!" I got up, dressed, and opened the door to find my mother curled up on the floor, completely naked, her clothes beside her, her face a bluish-purple, clearly having been frozen all night. I was shocked. Despite my anger, I couldn't think of anything else at that moment. Blood is thicker than water, and to stand idly by while my mother was on the verge of freezing to death would be utterly inhuman. I quickly picked her up; her hands were ice-cold. Thankfully, her body was still shivering slightly. I carried her to the bed, pulled the still-warm blanket over her, and gently applied a towel soaked in the hot water I'd prepared the day before to her head.

Then I rushed out to buy medicine, and on the way back, I got a kettle of hot water from the landlord at the door. When I returned, my mother's complexion had improved slightly. I helped her sit up and fed her the warm water. I grabbed a basin filled with the hot water I had just brought, soaked a towel in it, and slowly wiped my mother's entire body. Although she was as alluring as ever, I felt no desire whatsoever. I finished wiping her completely, and only felt relieved when her complexion improved. Looking at her pale face, a wave of pity washed over me. Whatever they had done to me, even if they meant well, they gave me life. So what if they wanted it back? Besides, I hadn't suffered any real harm, and I had even taken her body. What could I not forgive or satisfy?

I lovingly held my mother, my hands clasped in her cold embrace. A wave of drowsiness washed over me, and I slowly drifted off to sleep.

In my dream, I felt my mother slowly moving away from me. No matter how much I called or chased, we only got further and further apart. I woke with a start, drenched in a cold sweat. Seeing that my mother was still in my arms, I felt a sense of relief. Seemingly displeased with my movements, Mom shifted into a more comfortable position, muttering something under her breath, looking like a little woman—utterly adorable.

Mom didn't wake up until noon. Seeing me holding her, she was about to say something when I covered her mouth with my hand. All I felt was tenderness: "Mom, let's go home." Hearing this, tears welled up in Mom's eyes again. "Did you see Mom's apology letter? Have you forgiven Mom?" An apology letter? I searched Mom's clothes and found a letter in her jacket pocket, but I tore it up without reading it. "You…" Mom was about to cry again, "You still won't forgive Mom?" I hugged her tightly. "You did nothing wrong, neither of us did anything wrong, you don't need to apologize. Let's go home, you're still weak, it's not convenient here." Mom didn't say anything more, just lowered her head and hummed in agreement.

Chapter Seven: Mutual Support

It took Mom three whole days to recover. When I woke up that morning and found her not beside me, I rushed out of the room like a madwoman, thinking she had left. There she was, making me breakfast in the kitchen. But she was dressed very casually, completely naked except for an apron, which instantly gave me an erection. I went over and wrapped my arms around her waist. "Why didn't you rest a little longer?" Mom turned around and smiled sweetly. Her smile, now free of her worries, was so pure it touched my heart. "I was just worried you wouldn't have breakfast. It's alright, three days of rest is enough." "Why didn't you wear more? What if you got cold?" I said, a little annoyed.

"It's good that you're cold, otherwise how would Mom know that her good son can take care of her?" Mom said playfully. "Besides, didn't you tell me to wear something comfortable? Otherwise, what's that naughty thing down there doing?" I finally couldn't resist, lowered my head and kissed Mom's alluring red lips, greedily sucking. Mom's mouth had a fragrance that intoxicated me, and our two tongues playfully swirled around in my mouth, occasionally touching, sending a jolt of electricity through my tongue that made me even more aroused.

After a while, our lips parted, and Mom turned around with a "Ouch!" Looking at the burnt egg, she punched me lightly. "It's all your fault, how are we going to eat this? Go brush your teeth, your breath stinks." I smiled helplessly. The warmth of the moment made even the toothpaste taste better, and all my resentment vanished.

After brushing my teeth, Mom had already prepared breakfast. After I sat down, I saw my mother about to sit opposite me, and I said a little grumbling, "Mom, do you expect me to crawl under the table later?" Hearing this, my mother clearly remembered that steamy breakfast from that day; her face flushed slightly. Although she said no, she obediently sat down next to me. I whine and asked my mother to feed me, and she tapped my head with a finger, saying, "You little rascal, always thinking naughty things. If you want to take advantage of your mother, just say so." But she still lovingly took a bite of the egg and then fed it to me mouth-to-mouth. I felt like my penis was about to explode, and I gave my mother a pitiful look.

"I can't do anything with you. Okay, okay, no moving around." Then she pulled out my huge penis and slowly inserted it into her still somewhat dry vagina. I was a little surprised. My mother's vagina used to be so lubricated with honey-like fluid. Why was it so dry today? My mother seemed to know what I was thinking and whispered in my ear, "I used to take drugs and aphrodisiacs. Otherwise, do you think someone as conservative as me would be so promiscuous? Otherwise, I wouldn't want to be burning with lust all the time." After saying that, my mother continued to feed me erotically. I tried to move a few times, but it was just too dry, and my penis hurt from the friction. My mother frowned but didn't say anything. After a few tries, it really didn't work, so I obediently sat there, but I groped my mother, holding her full breasts and slowly circling her nipples. Between meals, I lowered my head and licked my mother's cute nipples. Soon, my mother's nipples became erect, her face turned slightly red, and her vagina slowly became wet.

Encouraged, I used my free left hand to squeeze and rub my mother's budding clitoris, occasionally scratching it with my fingernail. Each time, her body trembled, and her vagina secreted more fluid. After panting, my mother finished feeding me, put down her chopsticks, turned her head, and leaned down to kiss my lips. I could feel that my mother was aroused, so I stopped teasing her, picked her up, and carried her to her bedroom, placing her on the bed, my lower body still inserted.

My mother's apron was nowhere to be seen. Looking at my mother's face, flushed with desire, and her eyes filled with spring, I could no longer resist.

I lowered my head and kissed my mother's lips. My hands didn't stop either, kneading my mother's full breasts, thrusting in and out in the most traditional missionary position.

My mother's vagina seemed to have a magical power; the flesh of her vaginal walls squeezed and rubbed, and there were even waves of suction coming from her uterus. I almost ejaculated after only a few thrusts. Thankfully, I stopped in time and calmed down before continuing to thrust. I didn't want to be so useless, to collapse so quickly in our first real physical and emotional union; that would only hurt my mother deeply.

After about ten minutes of this, my mother's vagina began to spasm rapidly. I knew her orgasm was approaching. Secretly pleased, I thrust my hips, increasing the speed and depth of my penetration, almost hitting her every time.

Finally, the first wave of orgasm arrived, a gush of vaginal fluid spraying onto my glans, so hot it made me shiver. I knew I was about to ejaculate too.

With a thrust of my hips, I instantly felt my glans break through soft flesh and enter a warm place. I knew my glans had entered my mother's uterus. My mother trembled as an even more intense orgasm came. Her cervix gripped my glans tightly. My ejaculation was released, and streams of hot semen spurted out, impacting the walls of my mother's uterus. My mother screamed, and she remained at the peak of her orgasm.

My mother was too weak to move, only her lower body moved instinctively, her vagina contracting and releasing, streams of vaginal fluid continuously flowing out, mixing with my hot semen, slowly flowing from our point of contact.

The orgasm lasted for more than half a minute; it was the first time both my mother and I had experienced such an intense and thorough orgasm. I collapsed onto my mother's body, savoring the afterglow of the orgasm with her.

I don't know how much time passed, but I felt a little cold and realized my penis was still inside my mother's vagina. As I moved, my now-soft penis slipped out, and my mother's vagina released streams of milky white fluid, some mine, some hers. I pulled the blanket over myself and we fell asleep in each other's arms.

At noon, I felt someone moving in my arms and realized my mother was awake. The afterglow of the orgasm still lingered on her face.

Seeing that I was awake, my mother said languidly, "Xiaofeng, carry me to the bathroom, I want to take a shower." How could I refuse such a request? Of course, I obeyed.

Of course, some playful banter was inevitable in the bathroom; the nuances are best left unsaid.

Even if we're fish, we'll stay together until the end. From that day on, Mom basically wore nothing at home, except for simple oversized t-shirts, so I wouldn't have to go through the hassle of undressing when I wanted to.

Mom had considered having sex with me outside to add some spice, but I refused. Mom is my private property; how could I risk her being spied on? That would be too much of a loss.

When Mom heard me say that, she was naturally moved and excited, and another passionate lovemaking ensued.

Of course, we didn't go outside, but at home it was fine. I bought a lot of sex toys, and I even tried playing SM with Mom, but I gave up when I saw her pained expression. Although Mom repeatedly said she was fine and could handle it, how could I bear to see my dear mother suffer?

My parents eventually divorced, of course, with my consent. My father married his mistress abroad, but I don't blame him, because he gave me such a loving mother.

He knew about my relationship with my mother, but he didn't say anything. He knew it was the reason I agreed to their divorce, so he didn't interfere. My mother received enough property to support us for life, so she quit her job to stay home and take care of me. My father would

occasionally bring my stepmother to visit me. My stepmother is indeed a very good woman; she's very intelligent, no wonder my father was attracted to her.

Later, I was accepted into a university far from home. My mother, unable to bear the loneliness, locked up the house and moved a long distance to rent an apartment near my university. We started living together in this unfamiliar city. Although we weren't husband and wife, my attachment and love for my mother, and her dependence on me, made our life sweeter than most couples. As for those aspects of our life, that's another story.

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