The Reality and Illusion of Setting Goals (Author: chung070610)

The Reality and Illusion of Setting Goals

Author: chung070610
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"Mom, your legs are so white and beautiful today!"

Seeing my mother in a black, shiny silk dress, her fair and slender legs as she sat sideways on the sofa were truly eye-
catching.

"Of course...a woman's legs look even whiter and more delicate when she wears stockings...but...the legs have to be good-looking
too..."

Hearing her slightly proud reply, I knew my mother was a confident
woman , and because of that, she took excellent care of her appearance.

"Okay...stop staring at my legs...it feels weird being stared at like that by my son..."

"No...Mom, your legs in stockings are amazing..."

"Enough! Stop talking about that...go back to your books...don't you have an exam?"

"Oh...studying is hard...you don't understand...I'd rather look at your beautiful legs..."

"What did you say...? Get back to your room!! I'm going to test you on some schoolwork later... you
'll be in big trouble if you can't answer them!"

Seeing that my mother was angry because of my words, I had no choice but to obediently go back to my room and close the door.

I picked up a book and read for a few minutes, but my mind was completely occupied by my mother's beautiful legs in stockings. I especially longed for that
mature woman's charm. In addition, the good genes that she had given birth to ensure continued impact on my thoughts.
After a while, I put down the book and went to the bed to start masturbating. I fantasized that my beautiful mother was using her stockinged
legs to step on and rub my penis. It was very effective. Soon I ejaculated a lot of semen.
Because it was too stimulating and I used up too much energy, I fell on the bed and slowly fell asleep.

"Oh no! I accidentally fell asleep!" I cursed myself for being so careless, falling asleep and forgetting
to read . I knew my mother would scold me terribly. I quickly got up and realized I wasn't in my own room, but in my parents'
room. As I looked around in confusion, I felt something patting my face. I grabbed it and
was shocked to find long, wavy, flaxen hair. Terrified, I rushed to the mirror and saw
a figure with an incredibly surprised expression—it was my mother!

Could it be? Had my soul entered my mother's body? I kept asking myself this in my panic, but
looking at myself in the mirror, it was definitely my mother's body. I collapsed onto the bed, my mind blank, not
knowing why this had happened. After lying down for a long time, my mind calmed down. I sat up cross-legged and touched
my legs. I noticed that my mother was dressed in the same clothes and white stockings she had worn earlier that day. My inner demons
resurfaced. I thought, "This is a rare opportunity, why not take advantage of it and enjoy my mother's body?" So I lay down,
straightened my legs, and began to caress her smooth skin inch by inch. I was surprised by
how After caressing her thighs for a while, I didn't feel any burning or hard urges
. Instead, I felt a slight, itchy sensation as if a dampness was about to flow from my lower body. I sat up, bent my legs into an M-shape, and stretched out my
trembling hand to touch the middle of her underwear. Suddenly, a question jolted me back to my senses: If I were inside
my mother , what about my own body?

Realizing that this wasn't the time for this kind of thing, I quickly walked out of the room and ran back to my own.
I saw myself still lying there sound asleep, perfectly fine. I went over and patted my body. I saw
him slowly open his eyes. When he saw me, his eyes widened in surprise. He sat up abruptly, looked at me, then
at his body and limbs, and covered his mouth with one hand. I recognized this gesture; it was something
my mother did when she was watching TV and was very surprised.

"No way...you're Mom?"

"Ah...how could this be?"

"You are...? Son...? How did we switch places...?"

"I don't know...I woke up like this...!"

"Ugh...oh no...son, what should we do?"

"Oh God...I don't know what to do either, Mom..."

The two of them, in their panic, discussed why this absurd thing had happened. Finally, they both calmed down and
faced the reality before them. I said,

"Then what should we do...should we tell Dad about this?"

"That's ridiculous...your dad would never accept it..."

"Speaking of your dad...oh no...he'll be back soon...when he comes back, it'll be me, the full-time
housewife , preparing dinner...oh no...you can't cook..."

"Hurry up... hurry up and go buy it..."

My body pulled me up, and I was pushed to the door, urged to buy dinner. When I got to the shoe cabinet, I
hesitated, picked up my usual sneakers, and looked at the ill-fitting shoes. My mother scolded me, saying
I'd be laughed at for wearing them out. Instead, she gave me a pair of black high heels. And so, I was forced to walk
slowly and unsteadily down the street in those uncomfortable, unstable heels. I guessed that because my mother was very attractive, and because of
my outfit, I attracted a lot of attention from men. Being a man at heart, I suddenly felt a little nauseous...

Because of the excessive swaying and twisting, I accidentally fell against the wall after buying my things.
A young man came over and helped me up, but I felt my mother's beautiful buttocks and full breasts being pinched a few times. I
quickly thanked him and ran away, blushing as I swayed my legs and hurried home, complaining to
myself "Why is it so dangerous outside?" I only breathed a sigh of relief after I got into the elevator. Thinking back, I realized
that even I would want to touch my mother, let alone someone else. At this moment, the demon in my heart seemed to resurface,
but I quickly shook my head and tried to calm down and think about how to face the days ahead.

—Behind the door, I saw my mother greet me with a very sour face, her lower half now wearing a new pair of
pants. She stood with her hands in front of her chest, looking extremely displeased, and said to me,

"What dirty thing were you doing before bed... you got your clothes all over your pants... it's disgusting
..."

I laughed awkwardly, and she became even angrier, saying,

"You dare laugh... I told you to study, what were you doing...?"

"Okay... Mom... if you keep scolding me... Dad's coming home... you have to tell me what to do!"

Seeing her close her eyes and take a deep breath, and then the two of them starting to set out the tableware and food, my mother...
While telling me what to do next, Dad came home on time as usual. As soon as he walked in, he said, "Hmm?
Eating out today?!"

Having already conspired with Mom, I replied, "Yeah... I'm not feeling well today..."

"Oh... honey... I prefer your cooking..."

"It's okay... Wow! You look so beautiful today..."

I smiled awkwardly, then quickly pulled up a chair and sat down. While Dad went to the room to hang up his clothes and put down his bag
, Mom happily told me not to be too nervous. I guessed she was happy because Dad had just complimented her appearance
.

Mom sat directly opposite me, pretending it was me. Dad naturally walked over to me, pulled up a chair, and sat down.
After finishing the meal, feeling a little awkward, Dad put one hand on the table and the other, quite naturally, placed it
directly on Mom's thigh, and began to stroke it back and forth! I suddenly felt panicked and a little nauseous,
but what if I resisted rashly? Would it cause my parents to misunderstand? I gave my mother a look for help, and she seemed anxious, but
could only mouth "Bear with it!"

Soon, my father's hand had moved to my private parts. Although I had my legs closed, I couldn't resist his
advances. He kept scratching and prodding me from outside the door. I wondered if this was a common practice between them.
A strange feeling began to wash over me, and my mind went blank. When my mother saw my expression,
her eyes became dazed, and her face flushed slightly. Was she embarrassed
because ? Or was it that my mother, now in the body of a young boy, was unconsciously
aroused by my expression and starting to get excited?

Suddenly, I felt a rough finger slip inside me. My head throbbed, and waves of pleasure
surged from within as the finger probed and dug. I felt a warm, wet sensation down there, and a desire to be
penetrated further. This was an experience I'd never had before, and I guessed it was what female arousal felt like.
Suddenly , I felt an irresistible urge and involuntarily let out a soft "uh-huh..." I quickly shut my mouth, startled.
My dad immediately withdrew his hand, smiled at me, and pretended nothing had happened. I
caught my breath and turned to look

at my mother across from me. Then I saw a strange sight: my mother was inside me. Her face was flushed,
her hands were under the table, and she seemed to be leaning forward, a little excited and panting. I knew
what that feeling was; my penis must be hard. But could my mother also be
affected by this hormonal surge inside me? It felt quite wonderful, but remembering how I had just been caressed and probed, I had no
right to laugh at her.

"So, Dad got up to go wash up. We both laughed awkwardly at each other. Mom spoke first,

"It's all your fault... You messed around with your body earlier... Now you get excited so easily!"

"Yeah... I couldn't help it... Dad did that to me just now... It's so... itchy..."

"You even used my body to make me moan?"

"Mom... I'm sorry... I couldn't help it... And your area is so sensitive... It's already all wet..."

"Don't say that to me... Um... Wait...!!"

"Phew... You almost got hard again... Young boys' bodies are so troublesome..."

Mom told me to quickly pack up my things and go back to my room. I followed her instructions and, after packing up, I
habitually headed towards my room, but Mom pulled me back and pushed me into my parents' bedroom.

My father returned to the room after his shower. I was lying on my side with my back to him. After hearing the door close,
a touched my thigh. I turned around in surprise and was immediately kissed on the lips, my tongue entering my mouth.
It felt disgusting. During the struggle, I suddenly realized I wasn't strong enough and was pinned down on the bed. At that moment, I felt
my breasts being pulled out and kneaded by hands. Pleasure rushed to my head. After a while, my underwear and pantyhose were
pulled down, exposing my genitals. Suddenly, I felt two fingers being inserted and probing inside me. In my gradually blank consciousness, I started
to say no, and I felt my genitals getting wetter and wetter. I had a desire to have something inserted into my body

. "Hehe... Wife, you're so sexy today..."

"Why are you so shy today... Your resistance is so cute..."

Just as I was about to lose consciousness and succumb to pleasure, "hiccup..." The door was opened a
crack. My father stopped what he was doing and turned to look. I
felt . I quickly walked out of the room. My father reached out to grab me, but sensing my anger, he
said helplessly,

"Wife, are you angry because of... what happened at dinner?"

Of course, I didn't respond. I quickly shook him off and walked out of the room, hiding in the study. At this time, I saw my body
hiding outside the door. I guessed that my mother had been watching from the side and took the opportunity to come to my rescue.

My father came out, but instead of chasing after me, he started cursing at my body by the door, saying I dared
to peek . A little while later, looking at my body, my mother came in with a quilt
and said to me, feeling very embarrassed,

"Sorry... I forgot to tell you... your father is going on a business trip for a few days after tomorrow... so..."

"So... I told him I really wanted to... 'that'..."

"Thank goodness, Mom, you saved me... I'm a man... if Dad did that to me... wouldn't I go crazy...?"

"No wonder you looked so pretty today, Mom!"

Seeing that he was also embarrassed, I didn't complain. Anyway, nothing had happened, but I did feel a little
disgusted . Later, he sat down and taught me some things,
at least how to wear basic women's underwear and outerwear while I was keeping my mother's body.

While putting on her bra, I left my mother's upper body naked. Looking down at her large, round
breasts aroused my playful instincts. I reached out and began to knead and play with her breasts and nipples. Each pinch and flick of her nipples brought
a strange, itchy, and exciting sensation. Seeing me doing this to her body, my mother complained helplessly, telling me not to play with her
body like that. Then she began to teach me how to put on a bra, how to position it correctly and align it with my breasts. As she reached inside
to adjust it, I unconsciously made some sounds, and I saw my penis gradually harden
. Once I had figured it out myself, she fled the study as if running away.

The next morning, my mother got up early, ran to the study to wake me, and helped me with my hair and makeup. The next day was...
On a school day, she asked me about the school's computer lab and classes. After packing her things, she was about to leave.
I had asked her if she needed to ask for leave, but she seemed excited, probably wanting to experience the long-lost student life.
My father, on the other hand, had left early to catch a bus.

It was good that it was just the two of us, mother and son, that I could finally catch my breath. My mother was a full-time
housewife and only stayed at home. Since I had been told not to do anything, I started to get bored. But I could also take advantage of
this opportunity when no one was around to learn about my mother's secrets and her beautiful body.

I went into my parents' room and started rummaging through my mother's closet. I found a few short skirts and stockings and started trying them out
. I was surprised to find that they looked pretty good. I usually wanted to see my mother dressed like this, but I couldn't
. In the end, I chose a super short, tight skirt with sheer stockings and looked at myself in the mirror, wondering how she could have such
clothes . Later, I realized that it was probably another fun outfit for my father and me. I was also envious of my dad for having such good fortune.

Those legs were white and straight, the skin so smooth it seemed like it could be broken with a touch. I tried various poses to make them look longer, but I still
was n't satisfied. Then I saw a pair of high heels under the cabinet. After trying them on, I found that my legs really did look longer and thinner,
and my body proportions became amazing. If I was already eight heads tall, I could almost become nine heads tall after wearing them, and
my skirt was shorter too. Later, I realized it was because of the shoes; they lifted my buttocks, making them more perky,
and the tight skirt pulled up because of the tightness. I had never heard of this strange chain of events before.

Then, driven by curiosity, I took off the tight skirt and turned my buttocks, covered by pantyhose, to face
the mirror . I looked back at my full, pink buttocks and started kneading them with my hands. Soon I felt
a sense of excitement. Gradually, I started kneading my buttocks with one hand and touching my breasts with the other, indulging in the pleasure of my mother's
body . Before long, I felt my panties getting wet.

The damp, cool feeling wasn't pleasant, so I quickly grabbed a pair of underwear and headed to the bathroom. As I took them off, I
glanced down and saw my mother's pubic hair. Looking in the bathroom mirror, I couldn't see much, and
an idea popped into my head. I found a razor and started shaving her pubic hair, even though I knew I'd
probably get a lot of scolding, but I just wanted to see.

After the hair was gone, the shape of her pubic area was clearly visible in the mirror. The more I looked, the more excited I became. I
lowered the toilet seat, sat on it, and inserted my mother's slender fingers into her vagina, probing. Because of the previous
arousal, it was already very wet. Inside, I felt a strange sensation and a slight
urge . I didn't know if it was because her fingers were so thin, but it didn't
feel as good as my father's thick fingers. A feeling of dissatisfaction kept creeping into my mind.

No matter how much I prodded her, it only got wetter and more unsatisfying. With each thrust, faster and
harder I moved, all I could do was let out loud moans from my throat; nothing else... Change.
And now I understand why people say it's normal for girls to moan during sex. I've been fiddling with it for a long time,
and my body is tired. Looking at the fluid that's been released, I dipped my finger in it and put it in my mouth. It tasted a little salty
and sticky, but nothing special, yet it was very exciting.

Reluctantly, I got dressed, tidied up the bathroom, and went outside to sit. I kept touching my mother's vulva, and
the thought of having sex kept popping into my mind. But my soul is male, and I can't possibly go to another
man or my father. That's absolutely unacceptable. Later, I realized that if it were
my own body having sex, it would probably be no different from masturbation.

My mother's soul inside me might object to this, but thinking about
how she was aroused by male hormones several times while inside me, perhaps this was a solution. I quickly got up and went back to my parents' room
to rummage through my mother's clothes. Sure enough, I found a revealing, sexy corset with a hole in the crotch,
and other stockings. I put on those provocative outfits, then layered a short skirt and
a shirt , waiting for my body to return.

Around 5 PM, when he came back, my mother started complaining that students these days learn such complex things,
and playfully said she knew many of my secrets. I replied that I finally knew how hard it was to be a student, but I
also implied that I knew my mother's secrets as well. He nervously asked what they were. After putting down his things,
he ran into my parents' room. Seeing the sexy clothes he had found, he turned around in horror and looked at me as I followed him in.

"How dare you rummage through my things?"

I just smiled slightly, then started taking off my outer clothes, soon revealing
my body in a corset and stockings.

"Mother, you have a very tall figure, you look great in these..."

"Look here...so sexy..."

I touched the smooth, hairless labia exposed from under the corset, and began to caress them back and forth.

"You dared...shave...the hair over there?"

"Don't touch me like that...you dare to defile your mother's body?"

After closing the door, I slowly sat down against it, revealing an M-shaped leg position. I kept caressing my legs, and
I saw that my lower body was already swollen, and my face was getting redder and redder. Suddenly, I forcefully thrust my fingers into
my private parts, and began to moan that I wanted it. At this moment, the other person said,

"Don't do this...I...your body...will...will feel aroused..."

"Please don't..."

Realizing what I was about to do, my mother weakly closed her eyes, but I deliberately let out loud, labored breaths,
urging him to come and hold my body. Actually, it wasn't my soul intentionally creating
these lewd feelings; rather, my mother's beautiful, mature body was constantly sending a message, telling
me wanted it.

After a while, seeing my own body sitting on the bed, my pants already bulging,
I suddenly stopped groaning. He opened his eyes in surprise, and I pounced on him, putting my fingers, covered in my mother's juices,
into his mouth. He gave up resisting and began to suckle. Then I kissed him, and our tongues began
to play in our mouths.

Next, I moved her hands to my breasts and began to caress them, taking the opportunity to remove my own clothes. Although
my mother kept saying that mother and son shouldn't do this, I firmly believed that my intense male desire had
overwhelmed her resistance. Soon, my naked body was exposed before him, looking at his thick...
I was very proud of my penis. My mother's body had been subconsciously radiating that kind of desire.
When I wondered if I had the courage to continue, I told myself that it was my own body, so it didn't matter.

Then I used my mother's beautiful body to press down on mine, kneeling above her. She covered her eyes,
afraid to see what was about to happen. I grabbed my penis
and rubbed it against my mother's vulva a couple of times. Then I sat down hard, feeling a strong, hot, and firm object attacking me inch by inch from
inside me . A very comfortable pleasure surged to my head. At that moment, I remembered that I was still a virgin,
and that I was using my mother's body, which I had longed for for so long, to break my virginity. Under this stimulation, I drove my
mother waist, twisting and turning forcefully.

Each twist only intensified the urge to twist harder, and it was unstoppable. The mother, seeing her
body being offered to her son, felt helpless and wanted to escape, but faced with the man's powerful desire,
she couldn't resist. I pulled out her breasts and brought them to my body's mouth, only reluctantly sucking after two attempts
. The sensation intensified, and hot, honey-like fluid seeped from her lower body, making me cry out with my mother's
body

"Ah...ah...ah...good...good...this...this...is this sex...so good...mmm..."

"I want...I want...mmm...ah..."

"Mmm...my penis...so big...mmm...like this...so satisfying...filled up...mmm..."

"Mom...I want more..."

At this moment, the other person seemed to be controlled by lust. His mother's body was pushed down, her legs were grabbed, and she was being
made to look like a doggy-style lover. This only heightened the excitement. Waves of pleasure washed over him.
Suddenly , he saw my body trying to push me away forcefully. I used my mother's stockinged legs
to grip his waist and push him forward. My mother said nervously,

"Let go...this body...I feel...I'm about to ejaculate...No..."

But she wasn't very strong, and seeing that I couldn't break free, she suddenly cried out...
His lower body seemed to be burrowing into the ground, desperately trying to squeeze into his mother's body. Perhaps it was his nature that caused him
to act this way. At this moment, I could feel a strong force pressing against the tip of his penis inside me. Suddenly, I felt
a large amount of hot liquid surging through my body. Feeling this stimulation, my mind went blank for a moment. Pleasure filled
every corner of my body. My hands unconsciously gripped and released forcefully, and my waist was twitching rhythmically.
Before I lost consciousness, I heard the other person say,

"No... stop... you'll get pregnant..."

After feeling a surge of intense afterglow, the two of us fell asleep in each other's arms, feeling powerless.

"Oh no! I accidentally fell asleep!" I quickly rubbed my eyes and sat up, realizing I was in
my own room. My pants were covered in the large amount of bodily fluid I had just ejaculated. I took off my pants and confirmed it was
me. Just then, I heard a sound from the door. I looked closely and saw my mother standing by the doorframe, looking at me with
flirtatious . I quickly asked her

, "What's wrong?"

"Uh...son...nothing..."

She said and then ran away in a flash. I was puzzled. Her attitude was so unusual. Normally, she would have already
started yelling. Could it be that all that incredibly realistic mockery was just a dream?
But what was
with my mother's attitude just now? I lay back on the bed, trying not to think about these things anymore, but I silently made a wish in my heart: if that's the case, then I'll make "getting my mother" a reality... (This is a reference to a Japanese adult film, not a coherent story.) It seems like this kind of body-swapping theme, reminiscent of Japanese AV, might have been inspired by this idea and then written down? Anyway, great originality! Thumbs up! Wow, this is the first time I've ever seen an article like this! It's so exciting! It's more thrilling than typical incestuous stories. The article is very imaginative. The protagonist dreams of swapping bodies with his mother, experiencing what it's like to be a woman. The mother's sexy attire gives the son room for imagination. In the end, the son has a wet dream and is seen by his mother. The mother's shy expression excites the son. The mother doesn't scold him but shows such an expression, making the son feel that he has an opportunity. It leaves room for what's to come! Looking forward to the next chapter. It's not just the son's imagination, but reality! The psychological descriptions are very vivid, excellently depicting the hesitation, passion, excitement, and feelings of the mother and son during their incestuous relationship. The behavioral descriptions are also very delicate, showing that the author has put a lot of effort into it. Overall, the article is good. The only shortcoming might be that the plot is a bit simplistic. In future sequels, perhaps adding elements like the father having affairs at home would be even better! Thank you again for the passion! I can't stand this kind of writing. The highly imaginative creation and vivid language combine to make it a rare masterpiece. It would be great if there were a sequel. I hope to see the mother and son constantly swapping bodies and having all sorts of lovemaking.

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