[A Passionate and Forbidden Love] [3-4]

Chapter Three

After my brief meeting with Qin Gang at the snack street, my restless heart was even more turbulent. I spent

two days my thoughts, and then first went to the bookstore and bought several psychology books, mainly Freud's

works on taboo relationships, and some modified versions of Oedipus complex

material (including the famous essay "On the Feasibility and Necessity of Mother-Son Sexual Relationships").

I placed these books in a prominent position at home and often looked at them in front of my mother. I observed her closely and

concluded that she had also flipped through the books out of concern for what I was focusing on, but she didn't express

anything , and her attitude didn't change significantly. Even when I shamelessly tried to be overly affectionate,

she would push me away, half-angrily and half-scoldingly. I could only manage a light kiss on her mature, radiant face.

Besides all that, in order to please my mother more, I worked diligently, humbly asking questions

and learning from others. My progress and achievements were quite gratifying, and I successfully signed a large

client . For this, I received praise from my mother and supervisors at the company's weekly meeting on Thursdays. That evening

, when I returned home for dinner, I asked my mother, "Beautiful lady (I started calling her that a few days ago), I was thinking that your son has finally

achieved a small success. Should we open a bottle of wine to celebrate?" Although my mother scolded me a little for calling her "beautiful lady," she couldn't help but

accept my insistence on calling her that. She nodded at my suggestion and said, "Yes, we should celebrate.

Heh, go get the wine, the one on the top left of the cabinet!" I obeyed and brought the wine and glasses. I uncorked the wine and

poured a glass for my mother first, then one for myself. The pure grape red

shimmered slightly under the light and the reflection of the glass, and the aroma was irresistible. I could tell it was a very good French vintage; while

not a masterpiece, it was certainly above average. "Come on! Beautiful lady, let's drink this!"

We clinked , and I took a big gulp. My mother only took a small sip politely and said to me, "You're not drinking red wine,

you're like a bandit drinking a big bowl of liquor!" I paused for a moment and then smiled back, "Does the beautiful lady prefer a more gentlemanly man?

Then I'll try to be a gentleman from now on! Please, beautiful lady!" As I spoke, I placed a piece of her favorite mushroom on my mother's plate

and brought it to her lips, but she stopped me with her chopsticks. I said, "Please, have some, otherwise I won't eat it!"

"My mother smiled helplessly and ate it. Then I drank heartily while showering her with attention,

trying to make the 'beauty' happy. But when I poured her another glass, she seriously refused, saying she had to

go online to talk to a client later. I had no choice but to give up. Perhaps the wine was too good, or perhaps I was a little too happy today,

I drank four glasses in a row, only stopping when there was a little left in the bottle. Unexpectedly, the wine had a strong aftereffect. It wasn't until I lay on

the sofa watching TV after eating that I felt the effects of the alcohol kicking in, and I became drowsy. Half-drunk and half-awake, I heard my mother calling me, telling me to go back to my room

to sleep.

I opened my sleepy eyes and struggled to stand up, a little unsteady. My mother quickly helped me up, and I hugged her.

'Beautiful Mom, I want to sleep with you!' 'You've had too much to drink. I told you to drink less and go

to sleep!' My mother half-carried, half-supported me towards the stairs. My bedroom was on the third floor, and my mother's was on the second."

After finally making it to the second floor, my mother, panting heavily as she helped me, this drunkard who kept bothering her neck and waist, was exhausted

. Getting me up to the third floor was no easy task. "Beautiful mom, I'll sleep here, I'll sleep with you!" I pointed to

my mother's bedroom door. My mother thought for a moment and said, "Okay, then I'll sleep on the third floor!" I took advantage of the situation and said,

"If you don't want to sleep with me, then I'll go back to the third floor..." My mother was too weak to drag me, so she could only

give me a reproachful glare and say, "Fine! You sleep, sleep, sleep!" and helped me into her bedroom.

I plopped down on the bed, and my mother helped me take off my socks and pulled down my pants. I then haphazardly took off my

shirt . My mother bent down to pick up the clothes she had taken off, intending to throw them into the laundry room, but I grabbed her and pushed her down onto

the blanket. "Beautiful mom, sleep!" I said, kissing my mother's face and neck haphazardly, my hands restlessly

grabbing and kneading her breasts. My mother frantically pushed my face and hands away, "Xiao'er, let go! You've had too much

to drink , let go... I'm your mother! Don't..." Before she could finish her sentence

, my lips covered hers. Because she was speaking with her mouth open, I easily slipped my tongue into her mouth

and greedily sucked on her little tongue. My mother, who had been pushing my hands away from her chest,

could only struggle to pull them back and push my head away forcefully. I was determined not to let go,

no matter how much my mother struggled, while my unsuspecting hand quickly occupied her chest, easily

slipping inside her robe, pushing off her bra and fastening it to her alluring breasts. My mother's breasts weren't large, but

they were quite well-endowed, of moderate size, and well-maintained, still full and firm. A single grasp of them

sent , but that feeling was quickly overshadowed by a sharp pain on my tongue. I

cried out in pain and released my mouth, instinctively pulling my hand back. It turned out my mother had bitten

my tongue in her haste. My mother looked at me with a mixture of surprise, fear, and worry as I clutched my mouth and cried out in pain. After a brief

pause she immediately jumped out of bed and went out the door. I knew she was going to sleep on the third floor.

By then, I was mostly sober. Reflecting on what had just happened, I slapped my forehead and buried myself under

the covers. I slept uncomfortably until dawn. When I woke up, I stared blankly at the ceiling for a moment

before jumping out of bed. Seeing I wasn't wearing pajamas, I carefully went up to the third floor. I took a shower first, then put on my

pajamas and came out again, hesitating whether to go back upstairs or check on my mother. Finally, I quietly pushed open

the bedroom door on the third floor. In the dim light of the living room, I saw my mother lying on her side under the covers, her back to the door, breathing evenly. I

breathed a sigh of relief, stood at the door for a moment, then walked to the bedside, gently climbed in, and snuggled

under the covers, lying flat beside her. Her warm body heat, with each breath, seeped through her back onto my arm, rising

and falling, a subtle, almost imperceptible sensation—a strange feeling, much like the emotional bond between us now, indescribable. I

turned over , embraced her from behind, buried my head in the back of her neck, and lay quietly. My mother stirred, as if

she had woken up. "Mom, I'm sorry..." My mother let out a long sigh, moved her hand slightly, then took my

hand that was wrapped around her waist, opened my palm, and then used her other hand to trace characters on my palm. I understood that she was writing.

When I was very young, I often played with her this way, and for a time I enjoyed it immensely. Over time, I was able to use this method for simple communication. I carefully felt what she was writing, and then wrote my reply on

her palm . 　　"It's Mommy's fault, does your tongue still hurt?" "A little, but it's okay!" "Why did you do this? 　　Didn't I tell you this before I sent you abroad?" "I don't know! I just love Mommy! I can't control my heart!" "No! We are mother and child." "But I love you! No one loves you more than me!" " 　　Love isn't all the same!" "My love is different from my other sons'! I believe you understand!" 　　"So what if it's love? We can't be together. We're mother and son." "Mother and son can be together! Haven't you read about it in books ? Such relationships do exist." "That's all in books, maybe only in legends." "No! We have relationships like that around us!" "Nonsense!" "It's true, Aunt Fei and Qin Gang are an example." 　　... 　　At this point, my mother suddenly seemed stunned. After a while, I heard her speak to me: "You're not talking nonsense ? How could that be? Don't overthink it! You're grown up now, you should find a girlfriend. Once you have a good girl, you won't think like that anymore." I quickly said, "It's true! I'm not talking nonsense, Qin Gang told me himself!" 　　"You...you're all talking nonsense! Who would believe that?" "I believe you! Beautiful mother, if I can prove all , will you accept me too?" "Nonsense! Stop indulging in your delusions. If you keep talking nonsense, I'll have to take you to see a psychologist!" "No! I swear to God, everything I said is true!..." 　　"Alright, no one will listen to your lies, and even the heavens won't hear your vows!" My mother said, pushing me away and getting out of bed. As she left, she said, "I'm not going to talk nonsense with you anymore. Go to sleep!" I said, "I'll produce evidence and show you that what I said is true. There are many examples of mothers and sons loving each other! You just wait!" I lay in bed, reflecting on my mother's reaction. It seemed she wasn't as averse to the forbidden love as before, or perhaps the opinions printed from books and the internet had some effect. However, she still couldn't accept this relationship herself. The best way to help her open up was to show her real-life examples, and Aunt Fei and Qin Gang were the perfect choice. But how could I get them to testify? Ask my mother? That was impossible. Ask Aunt Fei and Qin Gang? That seemed unlikely too; their relationship was best kept secret . 　　There was only one way—to film them together. But how? Have Qin Gang film it himself? Knowing him, if I told him, he wouldn't film it and would definitely beat me up. Asking Aunt Fei was out of the question. I racked my brains until dawn, and there was only one way: to secretly film it myself! Having made up my mind, I began to carefully plan. 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　Chapter Four 　　The next day at noon, I took a day off and drove straight to Taichung. I was going to find Old Han, a . Old Han had also been injured in that exercise, losing an eye, and then retired. With the government's support, he ran a military supplies store. Old Han's store had a complete and professional selection of supplies; you could say it had everything except weapons. I bought some fruit and the tea that Lao Han likes to drink and went to Lao Han's place. As usual, we exchanged pleasantries. My visit to Lao Han wasn't just for show; I was bound to come sooner or later. But I had another, more important reason for coming: I needed to find a military-grade wireless receiver for secretly filming animals. These things are hard to come by; the average quality ones are relatively easy to find, but the really good ones are difficult to obtain. However, I knew Lao Han definitely had some. I had some tea with Lao Han for a while, and then, while other customers were browsing in the shop, I got up and looked around. I didn't find anything I liked, but I still picked out a pair of binoculars. I asked Lao Han how much it cost, and he chuckled and said it was a gift. I smiled and put it in my bag. As I pretended to leave, I suddenly asked him if he had any of those kinds of hidden cameras. Lao Han thought for a moment and said he did, but it was a bit expensive, so he didn't display it openly. He then rummaged through the shelves for a while and took down a small box. He asked what I needed it for. I already had a reason ready: I told him I was looking for it for a friend who studies animals, to use in the forest to film them. He nodded and said it was a great device; it could simultaneously house multiple hidden cameras and transmit video images from different angles with very high resolution. By plugging a wireless receiver with the correct frequency into a computer's USB port, you could view high-definition images. However, since it wasn't a satellite signal receiver, the receiving distance was limited to 50 meters. Excited, I asked how much it cost. 　　Old Han said, "If you use it, it's free; if someone else uses it…" I explained that I understood and immediately took out 50,000 NTD in cash from my bag and gave it to him. He immediately returned 20,000 NTD to me. I thanked him profusely, then asked how to use it and leaving. 　　That evening after work, I said goodbye to my mother and went to Aunt Fei's house. Qin Gang was a little surprised but also quite happy to see me, while Aunt Fei busied herself buying groceries and cooking. While talking to Qin Gang, I looked around their house. It was their new house after I left Taipei—a comfortable and spacious three-bedroom, two-living-room apartment. Qin Gang helped Aunt Fei in the kitchen. I noticed the mother and son worked together seamlessly, their eyes filled with affection for each other. I left the kitchen and checked out the bedrooms. One guest room was very tidy, clearly . Diagonally opposite was Qin Gang's bedroom; I went in and could tell it wasn't frequently used. Passing through another small living room, I opened Aunt Fei's bedroom door. I immediately saw two large pillows on the bed and smiled knowingly. Seeing the mother and son still oblivious to what was happening, I quickly opened my bag and took out three specially disguised hidden cameras, disguised as tiny buttons, and two sound receivers. I went into Aunt Fei's bedroom. One camera was attached to the lampshade on the ceiling— hard to spot unless you looked very closely. The second was placed in the gap of the wardrobe beside the bed, even more invisible. Finally, one was stuck to the clothes hanger facing the bed. I then slipped the sound receiver, disguised as a playing card, under the blanket . After everything was settled, I felt a little nervous and excited. 　　That evening, I enjoyed a hearty meal thanks to the warm hospitality of Aunt Fei and her son, and unsurprisingly, Aunt Fei insisted that I stay the night. Aunt Fei said she hadn't been home for years, and since tomorrow was the weekend, she'd stay for a couple of days, starting on Sunday.

Going back was something I'd be more than happy to do. That night, I saw Qin Gang go back to his bedroom to sleep. I lay in

bed unable to sleep, waiting for Qin Gang to open his door, but it didn't. I fell asleep disappointed just before dawn

. The next day, Qin Gang and I spent the day at his auto repair shop, and then went back to his house.

During , while the mother and son were busy serving the dishes, I secretly dissolved a Viagra tablet I had prepared beforehand into Qin Gang's soup bowl…

That night, I pretended to be tired and went to bed early, waiting for the show to begin. Not long after I turned off the light, I heard

the sound of Qin Gang's door opening. I waited a moment, then got up, turned on my laptop, plugged in the USB receiver, and

put on my headphones. The computer screen was completely black, with only a faint light allowing me to identify it as Aunt Fei's room—

the faint light coming in from the large window behind the curtains. I could hear clear whispers coming through the headphones. I

also opened the screen recording software on my computer; my most important purpose was to record this scene.

"Xiaoxiao's here, why are you here..." "It's okay, he's already asleep." "Don't let them find out...

" What followed was a series of kisses, followed by increasingly heavy breathing. I stared intently at the screen, and could

make out a tangled body writhing in the darkness. My breathing grew heavier, a strange

excitement .

I'd watched countless pornographic films, but never felt this excited. I was incredibly curious about the state of the usually elegant Aunt Fei

when her son, Qin Gang, was fucking her! The bodies entwined more intensely, and I heard a

soft moan from a woman's throat. I began to hate the darkness again; it prevented me from seeing this real sex

scene unfolding.

"Uh... um... ah..." The man's heavy breathing and the woman's suppressed moans were

unbearably .

"Ah!" A high-pitched groan came through the headphones, clearly a signal that the woman was approaching climax.

Then, something delightful happened: the screen lit up. Someone had turned on the bedside lamp.

I saw two naked bodies intertwined, one on top of the other, one prone and one prone, lying on the headboard. The one on top was none other than Qin Gang!

A pair of smooth, full legs were wrapped around his waist—undoubtedly Aunt Fei's legs. I shifted

the view and saw Aunt Fei's face, flushed with a mixture of shyness and desire, in the dim light. Her two erect breasts

stood proudly, their white flesh trembling. Just as I was wondering if they were done so quickly, and how incompetent Qin Gang was, I saw him

reach into the bedside table and pull out something. Then, he hurriedly but carefully tore at it with his hands. I immediately realized

he was putting on a condom; the real show was just beginning.

Qin Gang quickly put the condom on his erect penis. I mentally remarked that this guy

's penis seemed quite decent—thick and hard, no less than mine. Maybe it was thanks to my Viagra pill, ha!

Qin Gang leaned down again, his mouth taking one of Aunt Fei's nipples into his mouth, his hands

roaming between her plump buttocks and inner thighs. The brief respite of her heavy breathing and moans instantly returned. After kissing her for a moment, Qin Gang straightened up, knelt

down, and, with one hand supporting Aunt Fei's knees, guided his erect penis towards her vulva

, then slowly thrust his hips forward. I saw Aunt Fei grip the sheet with one hand, put the other to her mouth, her delicate eyebrows furrowing

slightly, and she let out a soft "Ah, um!" as Qin Gang's penis slowly slid into her crotch.

I couldn't resist reaching down to my own crotch, stroking my erect penis. My eyes were glued

to the mother and son on the screen, now truly engaged in intercourse.

The son, Qin Gang, began to gently and quickly insert his penis into his mother, Fang Fei's, vagina, pulling it out from the entrance and then forcefully

thrusting it in . Each thrust brought a groan of unbearable excitement from his mother, accompanied by

the resounding "smack" of his hips slapping against her buttocks. This was repeated dozens of times, until Fang Fei's excited

moans became continuous, her head occasionally tilting back. Qin Gang supported his mother's plump buttocks

with both hands, moving them back slightly, then placing her legs on his shoulders.

He leaned forward, his hands on the bed, raising his mother's buttocks upwards, making the entrance to her vagina easier for him to thrust in and out. "Fei, I'm coming,"

Qin Gang said, brushing the hair from his mother's cheek with one hand, then resuming

his vigorous thrusting, his hard penis appearing and disappearing,

moving in and out of his mother's vagina like a piston.

"Ah...ah...um...uh ah..." "Slap! Slap!..." The creaking of the bed echoed

along with —was this a symphony of lovemaking?

Fang Fei's hands, which had been gripping the sheets, were now wrapped around her son's neck. Her face, usually so dignified,

was , her pale neck arching back repeatedly. Suddenly, during one of his thrusts, Qin Gang pulled his penis out

of his mother's vagina. He had to use his hands to readjust it and then forcefully thrust it in all the way. Fang Fei, beneath him, arched her back slightly

before falling back onto the bed. Seeing his mother's reaction, Qin Gang repeated

the process, pulling his penis all the way to her vulva and then thrusting it in forcefully. It worked every time, until Fang Fei let out a

loud moan, released her hands, and trembled slightly. The son had brought his mother to the climax of pleasure. Qin Gang

lowered his mother's legs and knelt down, wiping the damp sweat from her face, gently kissing her cheeks and

lips , his large hand kneading her white buttocks.

As his mother's ecstatic moans rose again, he mounted her once more. He lay on his side, embracing her tightly from

behind , his groin pressed against her buttocks, his penis entering her from below at an angle, thrusting slowly and deliberately

, his hands gently caressing her breasts. His mother pulled her legs inward, arching her hips back as far as she could, welcoming

her son's thrusts. The son thrust deeply, whispering in his mother's ear, "Fei, does it feel good?"

The mother responded with a slightly shy moan, "Ah, mmm!" After a tender, lingering moment,

the son was about to unleash his power again. He knelt behind his mother, whose legs were bent to the side, and thrust

his penis in from behind, assuming a "doggy style" position. This kneeling, side-lying, leg-bent position is my favorite. I've dreamt of fucking my mother in

this position countless times , but now Qin Gang was enacting a scene from my dreams in reality. Besides envy, I felt an even stronger lust, and my hand, stroking my erection, quickened its . 　　In the scene, the son, also aroused, shouted and thrust his penis wildly, while the mother changed from a side-lying position to a diagonal one.

With her hands supporting her on the bed, one above the other, her body swayed like a small boat in the wind with the vigorous thrusts of her son from behind.

Suddenly, the son cried out and thrust his penis deep into his mother's honeyed depths one last time…

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