[A Passionate and Forbidden Love] [1]

Chapter 1

My three years of studying in Canada came to an end. I didn't heed my advisor's advice to stay, but instead

eagerly boarded a plane to my hometown, Taipei, where my beautiful mother, who gave me birth and raised me, resided…

As the plane took off, I felt a pang of reluctance to leave Vancouver, the international metropolis where I had lived for three and a half years

. It held my memories of youth: school, classmates, and most unforgettable, my South Korean female advisor,

Li Yunzhen. My mother sent me here to study at 17,

entrusting .

In the days that followed, Ms. Li lived up to my mother's expectations, providing me with meticulous

care, even in bed—in my second year here, she divorced her long-separated American husband. After

a drunken exchange of secrets, they ended up in bed together. It could be said that all my sexual experiences before the age of 20

came from this 18-year-older, yet incredibly charming, advisor.

Last night, we made love one last time, deeply entwined. Her beautiful, mature body still

captivated ; I simply love that mature allure. She was unusually proactive,

gently lying on top of me, her full hips swaying, offering and receiving an intoxicating pleasure amidst the ebb and flow of fullness and emptiness. After

one last frenzied thrust, we both moaned as we reached the peak of ecstasy.

Tears welled in her eyes as she embraced me, saying, "I will remember you for the rest of my life..."

The plane flew through the blue sky and white clouds, my heart already flying back to my longed-for mother. After

two more finally drifted off to sleep. I don't know how much time passed, but then a bright

light appeared before me—a transparent glass door. The room was filled with mist, and within it, a voluptuous, fair, mature female body was faintly visible. I tried to

see more clearly, pressing myself closer to the door. Her voluptuous body was turned away from the glass door, the

showerhead spraying water that cascaded down her satin-like skin, over her shoulders and back, down her fair, plump buttocks, and down her shapely

legs…

My throat went dry, my heart raced, and I finally couldn't resist pushing open the door, embracing her

body , letting her struggle and letting the water soak me. My hands cupped her breasts from behind, and

the moment I felt the fleshy peaks stand erect, I felt the air freeze, my heart pounding in my chest

. I could only try to alleviate this agonizing confinement with my powerful, instinctive breathing. Just then, I lost my balance and

slipped, falling to the ground, my head slamming against the wall. I seemed to lose consciousness for a moment, only hearing my mother's

loud cries. I struggled desperately to my feet.

Suddenly, my body shuddered, and I abruptly opened my eyes to a flight attendant's sweet smiling face—

I had actually dreamt on the plane! I straightened my clothes, checked my watch, and realized we still had two hours until we arrived. Sipping the water the flight attendant

offered , I reflected on the dream I'd just had. I knew it wasn't a dream, but a replay of a real scene from the past.

I was 17 years old then. Shortly after, my mother sent me to Vancouver so I could study and

learn to independent, not overly dependent on her.

The plane transited in New York, landing in Taipei in the evening. Stepping off the plane, I noticed a light drizzle outside

. Among the crowd of people waiting to pick me up, I immediately spotted my mother, holding a floral umbrella and wearing a pale yellow trench coat. Her

figure was unique in my heart. I practically ran over, and without a word, I swept her up in my arms. She

held the umbrella in one hand and gently pushed my shoulder with the other, smiling and playfully telling me to let go. I kissed her smooth forehead

before releasing her. My mother hadn't changed much since we parted three years ago. Even

the fragrance emanating from her body and hair remained the same, and her demeanor and speech were still those of a well-bred lady. Because she practices traditional Chinese medicine

and health preservation, she was remarkably well-maintained, and her boundless charm deeply attracted me, a feeling even

stronger than three years ago.

Sitting in the car my mother was driving, I couldn't help but stare at her, unwilling to look away. My mother focused on driving,

occasionally glancing at me, but quickly turning her head away when our eyes met. "Mom, I missed you so much!

Did you miss me?" My mother nodded and said, "How could I not?" I added, "I must have missed you

more than you missed me. I even dream about you, even have erotic dreams about you, hehe!" My mother gave me a reproachful look and said

, "Go away, you're an adult, don't talk nonsense, or I'll kick you out and make you walk home!" I stuck out my tongue.

My home is an old villa built in the early 1990s, but it's well-maintained and doesn't look dilapidated.

This house was bought by my father when he was alive. He was a young general, dashing and always attracting the attention of

countless women, including my mother when she was young. Later, my mother married my father at the age of 18

, and I was born when she was 19. The three of us spent ten wonderful years together. My father worked in the military and government

, while my mother ran a traditional Chinese medicine health center. But when I was 10, my father

was tragically killed in an accident while commanding a live-fire exercise. From then on, it was just my mother and me living together.

Because my father received a large sum of compensation after his death, and my mother's health center business was booming,

we were materially well-off. However, my mother would often stare blankly at my father's photo. Whenever this happened, I

would silently hug my mother and say to her, "Mom, I'm here. When I grow up, I will

take care of you like Dad did!" My mother would smile knowingly, kiss me, and hug me tightly in her warm embrace.

It wasn't until I turned 16 that my mother noticed something was wrong with me. First, she noticed the intense

intensity of my gaze; then she found her underwear under my blanket; and finally,

the scene I relived in my dream on the airplane occurred. She realized I had a deep-seated Oedipus complex, so she decided to send me abroad,

away from her for a while, hoping to dispel my abnormal feelings. But now it seems the effect has backfired.

The house is exactly as I left it, spotless and filled with the faint fragrance of flowers and plants grown

by my mother . The only change is that when I left,

the greenhouse my mother used to cultivate herbs on the top floor of the villa had just begun construction, but now it's completed and planted with dozens of herbs that my mother cultivated herself. This greenhouse space,

less than 200 square meters, is like a small botanical garden, with a small room and

a pool inside, decorated like a sauna. I asked my mother what it was for, and she said it

was a sauna, just as I said, but a medicinal sauna. I was very curious and said I must try it sometime.

After running up and down the stairs, I finally returned to my bedroom. Everything had been changed

. The poster that used to hang above my bed was gone. It was one of my favorite pictures, one I

'd found online and printed myself. It depicted a woman named Matsuzaka Keiko. Her heyday was a long time ago for me,

a 90s kid, but I liked her because her appearance and demeanor were so

similar to my mother's. Besides that poster, I'd also collected a set of her photos. Even in her fifties, she maintained a voluptuous yet shapely figure,

making me drool and fantasize.

Many times in my erotic dreams, I'd pin that beautiful body beneath me, thrusting my penis into her honeyed depths

. But every time I was about to thrust, the face beneath me would transform into my mother's real, gentle face, followed by

a surge of excitement, and I'd ejaculate… Waking up, my crotch would always be a mess.

While eating with my mother across the table, I asked her where the poster was. She said it was old and yellowed

and she'd thrown it away. I looked at my mother with regret and said, "Then I'll make a poster of Mom and hang it there." My mother

replied, "Don't hang it. You should find a girlfriend and hang that girl's picture.

What's the point of hanging a picture of someone as old and faded as me?"

"Mom, who said you're old and faded? You're beautiful, the most beautiful person in my eyes."

"You smooth talker!" I chuckled and said, "Mom, I'll take a picture

of you after dinner!" I ate heartily, then urged my mother to go to a brightly lit spot in the living room to take the picture. My mother couldn't refuse

and had to cooperate. As I picked up my camera to take the picture, I felt she should change her clothes. I remembered

she had a beige cotton sundress, so I suggested she change into it for the photo. My mother said

she'd just take one like this, but I went over and picked her up, saying, "Just change, don't you want a better picture?"

She tried to put her down, but I said I wouldn't let her down unless she changed, so she had to compromise and go change. When my mother came out

after changing her clothes , my eyes lit up. Under the light, my mother looked even more beautiful in her sundress.

She was full-figured but not fat; her breasts were firm and moderately sized, and her legs, exposed outside the dress, were fair, smooth, and beautiful. I couldn't help but put down

my camera go over, hug her, and spin her around twice. "Mom, you're so beautiful!" I said,

kissing her smooth cheek and then pressing my lips to hers.

This sudden action startled my mother, giving me a wicked opportunity. I gently sucked on her

alluring lips, taking advantage of the situation! Just as I was about to taste her tongue, my mother pushed my head away forcefully

, her almost angry tone making me let go. Knowing her temper, I quickly released her. My mother's face

flushed slightly, and she turned to go back to her room. I quickly grabbed her, begging her to finish taking the photos. She let me take two before going back to her room.

I took my camera back to the bedroom, connected it to the computer, and started organizing, enlarging, and printing the photos I had taken.

It took over an hour to finish. While not exactly professional, I was satisfied. Lying in bed looking

at the photos, my mother's mature and gentle face captivated me. Recalling past events, my penis wickedly

hardened, and I finally couldn't resist taking off my clothes and starting to masturbate.

Closing my eyes, I imagined a wicked and passionate scene: lying on top of my mother's mature and voluptuous body, straightening

my erect penis, aiming it at her honey pot, and inserting it. I seemed to hear my mother's soft moans, and I hungrily sucked on her firm

, full breasts, my hips thrusting incessantly.

My hand, caught up in this fantasy, increased its speed until, with a "Ah!", a stream of white fluid gushed from my genitals

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