【Stories with Mom】(09)

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Nine
It's been a long time since my last update. I usually write sporadically when I have free time, so the pace is indeed quite slow. But I solemnly
promise here that I will never abandon this project. This busy internship during the holiday was quite insightful. The biggest takeaway was
truly experiencing the feeling of wanting nothing more than to eat, shower, and lie in bed after work. Before, in TV
dramas or adult films, there were always plots where husbands came home exhausted and couldn't do their homework, and I
always thought they were physically weak and would never be like that. But after experiencing it firsthand, I found
myself just like the male protagonist in those stories. I got home, collapsed on the sofa, and didn't want to move, just wanted to shower
and go to sleep. So, what does this mean? What I want to say in this article is, try out your ideas while you're young
. There's a saying, "If we don't go crazy now, we'll be old." Once you start working, you really won't have the time
or inclination for such frivolous thoughts. And then, I'd like to share another saying: "You still have to have dreams, what if they come true
?" I believe you can understand the meaning behind this. Okay, enough rambling. Let's get to 　　the main topic
of this story . 　　The previous text mentioned using my iPad to let my mom know I was watching mother-son adult videos, hoping to subtly influence her. However, 　　she pretended nothing had happened, continuing her usual behavior. Some might 　　wonder how I knew my strategy would work, or if it was just wishful thinking. Honestly, this 　　question put me in a difficult position, and I didn't know how to answer it. While there's a saying, "Those involved are often confused, while bystanders 　　see clearly," in the case of winning over my mom, it's definitely true that those involved understand better. 　　The atmosphere in my daily interactions with her is something only those involved can directly and clearly perceive. It's my fault for not being a good writer, making it hard to convey this feeling 　　, but I'll gradually mention some phenomena later for your reference. 　　The post-college entrance exam holiday was incredibly long. After returning from my trip, I signed up for driving lessons. It felt like ages had passed, but 　　looking at the calendar, there was still a long time before school started. I was genuinely a bit too idle. Luckily, I have a group of soccer buddies. Back in 　　high school, due to studies, I could only play soccer once a week. Now that it's vacation, I can finally enjoy it to 　　the fullest. We get together to play soccer every few days whenever we have free time. But I was shocked by what I found! I thought my 　　physical fitness was pretty good, but after a year of sitting and studying in my senior year of high school, my stamina has plummeted. What to do? 　　Train! So I decided to go for runs whenever I had free time. 　　As the saying goes, an army marches on its stomach, so I needed to buy my running gear first. I went online and picked out a few 　　running clothes and pants. After placing my order, I saw women's running clothes and gear in the sidebar, so I clicked on 　　them. As I looked, a wicked thought popped into my head. These form-fitting styles— 　　what would it look like on my mom's mature, voluptuous body? Paired with these shorts, tightly hugging her beautiful buttocks—the image 　　was too beautiful to imagine! So I decided to persuade my mom to buy her a set of sportswear too. 　　The timing of this persuasion was crucial; it was simple: pick a time when Dad wasn't home. One evening, Dad was out 　　for dinner again, leaving just Mom and me at home. I waited for Mom to return from her walk before making my move. I saw Mom 　　sitting in the living room, drenched in sweat, so I went over and said, "You're sweating way too much!" Mom explained that it was 　　hot outside, so I told her, "Your clothes aren't breathable. My running clothes are very breathable. 　　How about I buy you a women's version?" Mom agreed, so I asked her to go to the computer and choose a style and 　　color. Actually, I had already picked out some styles, focusing on a fitted look with a small V-neck. 　　After looking at them for a few moments, Mom thought they were all pretty much the same and asked me to help her choose. I was naturally happy to oblige, so I picked out 　　a blue shirt and black pants for her. Actually, I had a little scheme in mind here; these blue shirt and black pants were also my running gear, so it would be a perfect 　　matching set, a foreshadowing for later. 　　The clothes arrived in a few days, and I encouraged my mom to try them on. Because of my running during the holiday, I 　　hadn't been taking walks with her as often. Since I'd already bought her workout clothes, I thought I'd try to persuade her 　　to run with me. But she joked that her old arms and legs wouldn't allow her to run. Fine, if she wouldn't run, then we'd just brisk 　　walk; we could still enjoy the view anyway. So, after dinner each evening, my mom and I would walk together. She'd walk briskly, and I'd 　　jog slowly—our pace was about the same. Sometimes I'd sneak up behind her, admiring her 　　swaying hips under her workout shorts. When we walked side-by-side, I'd glance at her slightly trembling breasts, sometimes getting an erection—a 　　truly "painful yet pleasurable" experience. I 　　couldn't just sit there and admire her; to improve the experience, I had to compliment her. So I kept praising her for exercising regularly 　　and having a great figure—the usual clichés. But women love being praised, and I think my mom really enjoyed 　　it. This actually leads to a question I raised earlier in this chapter: how do you know if the strategy is actually working? My 　　personal opinion is that if your mom shows shyness or embarrassment when you compliment her, it means 　　the strategy is indeed having some effect. As for how she shows shyness, you'll need to observe carefully. Sometimes 　　it might just be a glance, a side profile—shyness happens in an instant. Another sign is whether 　　your mom frequently asks for your opinion on her clothing, wanting your comments and suggestions. If so, it means 　　she cares about her image in her son's eyes, not just as a mother but as a woman. Note that I 　　said frequently; asking occasionally doesn't count. For example, after my mom bought this tracksuit, several times before going out, she 　　would tuck in her waist, twirl around a few times, and ask if it would make her look fat. To be honest, my mom's previous style was 　　quite conservative, but after I started using the strategy and frequently gave her advice on clothing, she's become increasingly 　　fashionable and even started going for a slightly sexy look. These changes are obvious to me. 　　I remember near the end of summer vacation, my dad was sent away for a week of training, which gave my 　　mom and me plenty of time alone, which we naturally made the most of. After we bought an iPad, my mom started 　　using it to watch dramas in the evenings, as mentioned earlier. She usually started watching after her walk and shower, sitting in the living room. 　　However, sitting side-by-side in the living room made it difficult for me to take advantage of her; I had to find a way to get her to come to bed.

Sitting next to each other makes things easier. So I came up with a plan. Every time Mom asked me to download something beforehand,
I would make up some excuse to pretend I forgot, forcing Mom to watch it online. While Mom was watching,
I would secretly start the computer's download task, slowing down the internet speed, so Mom's online viewing would be choppy.
I then told Mom that the Wi-Fi signal in the living room might be weak, and suggested she watch it in my room. Mom initially
wanted to watch it in the living room, but later, because it was too choppy, she came to my room. As soon as Mom entered my room
, another plan came to me. Instead of my bed, why not the master bedroom bed? If I could do something fancy on my parents' bed,
the psychological effect would be even better than in my room. So I suggested to my mom
, "How about we watch it in your room? The Wi-Fi speed is about the same, the bed is spacious and comfortable, and we can watch it together. I also have a
small table I used in high school that I can put on the bed to hold my iPad. We can turn on the air conditioning, and it'll be so relaxing!" My mom
didn't think much of it and took the iPad to her room. I happily followed with the small table,
and that's how I ended up on my mom's bed. Unfortunately, this wasn't quite the same bed I'd be on, but at this rate, it won't be
long before I am on the other bed, haha! Remember, there's one last thing to do: stop the Xunlei download on the computer to create
the illusion that the Wi-Fi signal is really strong as soon as you enter the room. After my arrangement,
after dinner, my mom and I would take a walk, shower, and then sit together on the bed in the master bedroom to watch TV shows.
By the way, you're probably wondering at this point, didn't you have some mother-son AV on your iPad before?
Let me clarify, I deleted the mother-son AV from the iPad while watching with my mom. Mainly,
if my mom saw it in front of me, she would ask me what it was, which would be quite awkward. Plus, I didn't know
her reaction, and the consequences would be unpredictable. So I didn't dare to be rash and deleted it proactively;
after all, the plan is still going strong.
So, one day after our walk and showers, I invited my mom to watch TV on the bed. Obviously,
I wasn't interested in the TV show itself; it was my mom who was interested. My mom, still smelling of shower gel after her shower
, looked even more alluring with her flowing hair, making me quite aroused. Today, her
pajamas were a little small, accentuating her figure, and her
shorts, reaching mid-thigh, highlighted her beautiful, fair legs. When she sat down next to me, my elbow accidentally brushed
against her side breast, and seeing her naturally outstretched legs, my penis instantly
became erect. Luckily, the small table in front of us provided some cover, preventing her from seeing.
Once the TV show started, my mom became completely absorbed in the plot, while I, sitting beside her, began to feel restless
. At this moment, Mom was leaning against the headboard with her hands on her stomach. I tentatively pinched
the little bit of fat on her belly with my left hand. Mom quickly noticed and said, "I'm watching TV, don't move." I ignored her and
continued pinching, saying, "Mom, you've eaten too much lately, haven't you? You've got a little bit of fat on your belly." Mom, still staring at the screen, said,
"Yes, it's easy to gain weight when you get old, unlike the actresses in TV dramas who have such good figures." Haha, I chuckled when I heard this
. This was a perfect opportunity for me to flatter her. So I said, "Mom, you can't compare like that. If
you ask me, the actresses in TV dramas are too young, they can't compare to your femininity and temperament." To be honest,
I felt a little guilty after saying that, haha. Mom turned her head and looked at me with a smile, saying that I was quite good at complimenting people. I said, "When you
meet a beautiful woman, your mouth gets even more eloquent." Mom said, "So you mean your mom is beautiful?" I said, "Of course
, a real beauty!" Mom chuckled and said, "Stop being so cheeky and focus on your show." I said, "Okay, okay." Then,
seeing the atmosphere was good, I casually put my right hand on Mom's left shoulder. Mom didn't resist and let me do as I pleased
.
Gradually, Mom continued to concentrate on her TV show, while my two fingers of my right hand slowly moved
down from Mom's shoulder like two legs. This slightly playful movement was actually a form of cover; it wasn't obvious,
and even if Mom noticed, she wouldn't overreact. When my fingers moved to Mom's ribs, she clearly felt something was off and
seemed a little uncomfortable. I keenly observed the subtle changes in Mom's expression at this moment. I decided to play along and
stopped my two fingers on Mom's ribs near her breasts, occasionally flicking them. Soon, Mom seemed to have a problem with
it and told me to stop messing around and not disturb her show. So I put my hand back on her shoulder. After a while,
I tried the same trick again, slowly moving two fingers down to her ribs. Just as they reached her ribs, Mom told me to pull them back, so I put
my hands back on her shoulders. A little while later, I moved them down a third time. This time, Mom glanced at me and
said, "Just watch the show and don't move around." I deliberately made a serious face and put my hands back on her shoulders.
As the saying goes, three strikes and you're out, so I didn't move them to her ribs again. But then I put my hands directly on her
waist, wrapping my arms around her waist. Just then, the plot seemed to be developing to the point where the male and female leads were talking about love,
which was quite fitting. But Mom, whether too engrossed in the plot or for some other reason
, didn't react at all to my hands on her waist, which was quite unexpected. This situation
also spurred me on. While the male and female leads in the drama were deeply in love, I tightened my grip, my palm
feeling the slight plumpness of my mother's waist through her pajamas. My head slowly moved closer to her, inhaling
the fragrance of her hair. This indirect stimulation was incredibly arousing, and I had a real urge to push her
down right then and there. Just as my attention was completely focused on my mother, the plot of the drama changed, and my mother snapped out of her reverie
. She immediately noticed my inappropriate behavior, turned her head sharply, and almost kissed me on the lips.
Slightly startled, she scolded me for moving so close again. I laughed it off, saying I was just testing
how focused she was on the drama, and then quickly returned my right hand to her shoulder. But Mom seemed wary of my actions
and told me to put my hands down. Naturally, I wasn't willing, so I put my hands on Mom's waist
and pulled her close to me. Mom fell against my chest, and I said to her with a grin,
"Can I put my hands on your shoulders now?" Seeing that she couldn't persuade me, Mom agreed to let me put my hands on her shoulders again.
I released my mom's waist, patted her head, and teased, "Mom, you're so good." My mom
looked at me with a slightly amused expression and said, "You're so disrespectful! Just watch the show." I then put my arm around her shoulder again.
To put her at ease, I started discussing the plot with her. Sure enough, once the plot started
, she became very talkative, and her posture relaxed, no longer as upright as before. After
watching about two episodes, my mom seemed a little tired. Seeing that she had just relaxed her guard and hadn't even started
watching yet, I couldn't give up halfway. So I encouraged her to watch one more episode before going to sleep. My mom glanced at
the clock, hesitated for a moment, and then agreed. I saw Mom yawn a few times, so I said to her, "You
must be tired sitting so upright, why don't you lean on my shoulder?" Before she could respond, I pulled her close
. She struggled slightly but didn't sit up straight. After a while, probably due to sleepiness, her body unconsciously
leaned towards me. I naturally put my hand on her shoulder and pulled her closer. Looking at her leaning
on my shoulder, she looked like a complete little girl, and this was in my parents' bed! After some teasing,
she finally leaned on my shoulder, and I felt incredibly happy.
Before I knew it, the TV series was over. Mom was exhausted and kept yawning, urging me to go to sleep
. I had been holding Mom for almost half an hour, and I was already very excited, wishing the TV series could go on forever. I
was really reluctant to let it end, but seeing how sleepy Mom was, I had to leave. But this retreat
had to be a fight-and-retreat; there might be an opportunity to attack later. So, after Mom told me to go to sleep, I touched
her head a few times with my right hand. Mom looked puzzled by my action and tilted her head back to look at me. At that moment, I mustered up my courage and kissed
Mom's forehead, saying goodnight. This action obviously surprised Mom, and she said a little flusteredly, "Hey,
you're moving around again." I laughed and said, "That's how it's portrayed in TV dramas, I haven't jumped out of that mindset yet." Mom didn't
say anything and just told me to go back to my room and sleep quickly. Actually, my original intention was to stay in Mom's room and see if I could
sleep in the same bed with her for one night. Seeing Mom telling me to leave, I wavered a little, but I still decided to give it a try. So
I stayed in bed and said I'd sleep here tonight. Mom strongly objected, so I said, "Mom, just give me a kiss and I'll
leave." Mom said, "You can't just kiss like that." It seems Mom still remembers our trip to Singapore and Malaysia.
So I said, "Isn't that how it's portrayed in TV dramas? Kissing each other goodnight before bed." But Mom remained
unmoved. Seeing the atmosphere getting a bit tense, I didn't press further and quickly got out of bed and went back to my room.
This experience taught me a lesson: planning trips in places where Dad's influence is strong is
very difficult. My attitude towards Singapore and Malaysia was different from at home; I was noticeably less relaxed there, even
compared to an after-dinner walk, I was much more reserved. Future travel planning should focus on actual trips. But looking back, I
did manage to spend a little time cuddling with Mom in the master bedroom, which made me feel a small sense of accomplishment.
While Dad was away on a business trip, Mom and I spent our evenings like this. Nothing much progress, mostly just
small flirtations and casual touches, but quantity makes quality, and I believe these things will work.
Time slowly passed, and the wonderful summer vacation was almost over. I, too, am about to enter university.
Oh, and there's one important life event I haven't mentioned: this summer I lost my virginity. I gave my first time to
a young woman I met on WeChat in my neighborhood. I won't go into details, otherwise it would be another article. In short,
all my initial techniques and experience came from this woman, and we still keep in touch, which is a blessing in my life.
Finally, I want to apologize to everyone. Due to personal reasons, the update speed has been quite slow. I sincerely
hope you can understand. I'll try to update faster next time. As I said at the beginning, I won't abandon this project, don't
worry.
[To be continued]

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