[One Thousand and One Nights, 2012 - Night Seven: Intimate Friends with Benefits]

(I)
Hearing the slight sound of the door opening and closing, I immediately crawled out of bed, hastily threw on some clothes, and
tiptoed out of the room. I then quietly opened the door myself; after gently closing it, I carefully
climbed the stairs to the entrance leading to the rooftop.
The first time I saw my mother smoking on the roof was last Sunday. Before that, I had never known
that my young, beautiful, and gentle mother would smoke!
Since that day, my mother has come here every night, sitting alone in the sheltered spot of the flower bed, puffing away
.
To be honest, I used to hate women who smoke.
My reasons for disliking them weren't just their unappealing appearances.
Whenever I see those women, like courtesans, with cigarettes dangling from their lips,
squatting on the ground in an indecent, frog-like squatting position, exhaling smoke rings and spewing vulgar "three-word mantras" while talking to people,
that's the main reason I feel such deep disgust for "female smokers."
Before this, I never thought that a woman's smoking posture could be so noble and elegant, but since seeing
my mother smoke, my negative view of women smoking has completely changed.
When those slender, fair hands gently hold the cigarette, it's as if she's not holding a cigarette, but a beautiful
work of art; every time she exhales smoke, her slightly parted lips are so captivating, especially when her body habitually
leans forward, elbows resting on her knees, her swan-like, slender neck slightly raised, and in the dim
light emanating from the building opposite, I can inadvertently glimpse the deep cleavage squeezed out by her snow-white, soft flesh, and I am instantly aroused beyond
control.
"Perhaps it's because she's my mom?" This was 　　the conclusion
I drew after accepting the fact that my mother smoked, in order to differentiate her from other female smokers . 　　Since I'm an only child, all my parents' love has been poured into me, especially 　　my mother's affection, which I cherished immensely. Even when I misbehaved and was punished like other children, my 　　mother would always shower me with care 　　afterward . Even if I was initially heartbroken and angry, all my anger would 　　quickly dissipate, and we would return to a harmonious family state. 　　Because of this, coupled with my mother's youth and beauty, I felt, to some extent, that she was more like 　　an older sister who knew how to take care of me, rather than a stern mother who always had a sour face and scolded me. 　　Especially when I was little, seeing that my classmates' mothers were almost old enough to be my grandmothers 　　, I felt an indescribable pride and honor in having a young and beautiful mother. 　　As I grew older and gained a little understanding of matters of love and relationships, I realized that I was the 　　"Pocket Monster" my mother and father had when they were nineteen—no, wait 　　! I should be called their "fruit of love." 　　Well… whatever you call me, this unexpected "surprise," the point is, 　　my father didn't abandon my mother back then and was still willing to marry her; and after I was born, they cherished and 　　loved me so much… Many classmates from single-parent families told me, "Zhou Yanbo, you should be content." 　　Because I cherish the happiness I have, when I see my mother seemingly troubled by something, needing to 　　express her frustration with cigarettes, I want even more to share her burdens. 　　However, since even my father can't solve my mother's problems, what ability do I, a second-year junior high school student, have 　　to help her? 　　"What's bothering Mom? Could it be... that Dad's having an affair and Mom found out? Hmm, that seems 　　unlikely. He only comes home late for work or social engagements; otherwise, he's always home on time. And even on weekends 　　, if he has a party planned, he never stays out for more than a day, so... it's unlikely Dad's having an affair. If 　　Dad isn't having an affair... then what could it be?" 　　I quietly hid in the corner closest to the stairwell, observing Mom's movements and guessing 　　what trouble she might be facing. 　　"I first heard the sound of the emergency exit opening and closing last Sunday. If that was the first 　　day she encountered this problem, then... what happened to her that day?... Ah! Could it be... that gunshot?!" 　　Suddenly remembering what happened that night, my heart started pounding. 　　Because Mom is only thirty-three years old this year, in the eyes of many colleagues, she is a mature woman in her prime 　　. If she weren't married, she would be the object of many men's affections. 　　However, even knowing that my mother was not only married but also had a son who was already in the second year of junior high school, 　　some clueless men were secretly spreading rumors that if she were willing to remarry, they would 　　n't mind if she brought another son into the family. 　　Nonsense! 　　You lustful devils wouldn't care! 　　Because once my mother remarries, you'll have plenty of ways to get rid of me, so why would you care if there's 　　an extra set of chopsticks on the table? 　　"Ah Bo, let me tell you, a child like me, called a 'burden,' is no different from a child without parents 　　! Every time he buys something, I always get the worst one; sometimes, those few bastards in that family, tired 　　of their toys, would rather have the nanny recycle them than let me play with them. If things continued like this, 　　if I hadn't asked my mother to take me away from that awful place, I might have been killed by them one day, and no one would know 　　the truth." 　　My best friend Zhang Yanqing told me all this. Since his father died in a car accident when he was in sixth grade , his mother married a 　　wealthy man 　　about a year later. The man was divorced and currently raising two children of similar age on his own. 　　His mother originally thought that since they had both been married before and their children were close in age, they would get along 　　well. However, less than three months after she brought him to live with her husband, the two 　　had a fierce conflict over the strained relationship between the stepson and the father's children.

The drama of family discord escalated, ultimately leading the couple
to end their six-month marriage through a negotiated divorce.
He said this irresponsible stepfather still had some conscience; after the divorce, he not only gave
his mother a house but also provided them with a generous monthly allowance.
I once asked him, "Aren't all rich people heartless? Why is he willing to give
your mother allowance?"
"Because he still visits my mother occasionally."
Hearing his somber and helpless tone, I knew that when he visited his mother, it wasn't just a
simple visit.
Since we were inseparable, best buddies, he naturally shared some good stuff
.
"Abo, come home with me after school, I'll show you something good."
"What is it?"
"Damn! Why ask so many questions? You'll find out when you get here!"
Seeing his mysterious demeanor, I suppressed my intense curiosity and waited for school to end.
"Wow! Ah Qing, isn't that... your mom? And... who's that man?"
Although it wasn't my first time watching porn, this one was
a 'love action movie' starring his mother and a strange man. For some reason, when I heard his mother's
strange moans—a moan that sounded both painful and pleasurable—my penis instantly became hard—uncomfortably hard.
"Hehehe... Ah Bo, how was it? Not bad, right?"
"Ah Qing, how... how did you get this kind of movie?"
"Of course, I secretly filmed it."
"Then... who's that guy on top of your mom?"
"The man who divorced my mom and keeps coming to see her."
Seeing the fierce look on his face when he mentioned his stepfather, I couldn't help but shudder
.
"Then why did you secretly film your mother and him?"
"Because I don't want him to touch my mother again."
"You mean...you're planning to use this to blackmail him?"
"That's just one of my purposes.
" "Oh? What other purpose do you have?"
"I also want to do 'that' with my mother."
"Ah! You and your mother?"
"Good brother, this secret is only for you to know, so don't tell anyone, otherwise, we
won't even be friends anymore, let alone brothers!"
"Don't worry, we're best buddies!"
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Although I thumped my chest loudly to show my sincerity, a turbulent
storm was already raging inside me.
Zhang Yanqing's idea was somewhat crazy, but I had to admit that his beautiful and alluring mother, and her
incredibly seductive and lewd behavior in bed, did indeed have her unique personal charm.
No wonder his stepfather often came here to see her after divorcing his mother.
Finally, Zhang Yanqing forced me to hand over the secretly filmed disc under the pretext of "keeping evidence."
When I got home, seeing my parents weren't back yet, I immediately turned on the computer and, while watching the exciting
scenes on the screen, masturbated to my already erect penis.
To be honest, this wasn't my first time masturbating. Not long after I started junior high, one day while showering, I
accidentally saw my mother's underwear in the laundry basket, and somehow, my previously limp penis
suddenly became hard.
Just as I was wondering how to deal with this sudden change, a memory flashed through my mind of a few nights ago when I suddenly needed
to urinate in the middle of the night. Passing by my parents' bedroom door, I inadvertently saw their erotic
scene as they rolled around in bed through the open door. That's when I finally knew what to do.
That was also the first time I ever masturbated.
Watching a thick, cloudy white fluid spurt from the opening of my penis, I felt so good I almost
flew.
At the time, I didn't know what to call this behavior; I only knew that whenever I saw my mother's underwear,
or a glimpse of her cleavage that was accidentally revealed, my penis would quickly become erect.
Later, through a health education course at school, I learned the proper term and meaning for this behavior
.
Of course, I finally understood the real reason why strange moans always came from my parents' bedroom every night
.
Although peeping at people having sex is immoral, if my parents forgot to close the
door when they were in bed, and I accidentally saw them watching their "adult film" live while I was in the bathroom
… it shouldn't count as peeping, right?
※ ※※
After ejaculating another stream of cloudy, smelly semen onto the toilet paper, I slumped weakly in my chair,
panting heavily.
Despite my utter exhaustion, the computer screen still played those exhilarating images, and my
penis seemed to be showing signs of arousal again.
"Hoo...hoo...that feels so good! Masturbation is already this good, I wonder if real sex would
be even better?"
This question had been swirling in my mind for a long time, but I didn't know who to ask. After all, none of my
classmates had any experience in this area, so even if I asked, I doubted
I'd get a satisfactory answer.
"If I ask Mom, would she be willing to tell me? Hmm... no, no, no matter how open-minded Mom is
, she probably wouldn't be able to answer this question, right? But then again, since Mom got
married at the age of nineteen at my behest, her views on sex shouldn't be so old-fashioned and conservative, right? Hmm... if Mom
were willing to have a 'real-life lesson' with me..."
Thinking of this, my regular heartbeat suddenly skipped a few beats; and my
limp penis, which had already ejaculated three times, suddenly became hard and erect the instant this thought flashed through my mind.
Next, my attention returned to the computer screen, and while watching the repetitive images, I
stroked my tirelessly hard penis up and down.
With the ecstatic moans coming from my headphones, the face of the female protagonist on the screen seemed to transform
into my mother, and the man on top of her, relentlessly riding her, seemed to gradually become me.
"Mmm…Mom…I want to do it with you too…Oh…"
After stroking my penis hundreds of times with alternating hands, I finally ejaculated again, this time with thinner, white semen.
※ ※※
Once the thought of having sex with my mother took hold, many ideas immediately flooded my mind. However,
after consulting numerous adult film plots and secretly reading erotic novels with some classmates, I realized that none of them seemed
to offer a solution that could immediately and successfully fulfill my desire.
Just when I was racking my brains but still couldn't come up with anything,
I suddenly had a flash of inspiration when I heard my father say he was going to a company party the next day, while my mother was going to stay home and help me study
.
So last Sunday, after we finished dinner together, I watched TV in the living room for a while
, and then my mother urged me to take a shower and start studying, while she busied herself recording between the kitchen and the balcony.
After showering, I immediately went to my room, turned on the computer, opened a random porn file, and then
hid behind a deliberately ajar door to secretly observe my mother's every move.
Finally, when my mother came to my room with fruit from the kitchen, I immediately rushed
to my desk, put on my headphones, and then took out my already erect penis, gently
stroking it.
"Zhou Yanbo, what are you doing?!"
Although I was mentally prepared, I was still startled by my mother's angry shout
.
"Ah! Mom! You... how... why didn't you knock before coming in?!"
I pretended to yell angrily at my mother, while hurriedly and hastily hiding my
erect penis that was sticking out of my pants.
(Hmm…did Mom see my penis just now? But she seems really angry, which
isn't what I expected! Oh no, I wonder how Mom will punish me?)
Just as I was quickly thinking of a good excuse for my outrageous behavior
, Mom didn't scold me harshly. Instead, she calmly asked me, "Xiao Yan, when…when did you
start masturbating?"
Faced with my mother's completely unpredictable behavior, my prepared excuse was completely useless. Luckily,
I wasn't too slow. My eyes darted around, and I came up with an excuse: "Ah! Uh…um…
I…last time I went to Zhang Yanqing's house, he lent me a CD…"
Fortunately, my excuse didn't arouse Mom's suspicion. She just gave me a deep look and
said in a gentle tone, "Hmm…you're in puberty now, so it's not surprising that you have this kind of…behavior. However
, it's best to stop this kind of thing in moderation and not let it affect your studies. Understand?"
"Mmm." I nodded obediently.
"Alright, if you have nothing else to do, focus on your studies and stop looking at those random
things."
Huh?
That's it?!
When did Mom become so easy to talk to?
Seeing that Mom seemed to be in a hurry to leave, I don't know where I got the courage, but I grabbed Mom's hand and said,
"Mom, wait a minute, I want to show you something."
"What is it?"
I had a sudden idea, thinking, "Okay! That's it! I'll go for it!" So, while Mom turned her head, I immediately pulled out my hard penis and pretended to be calm as I 　　started masturbating
in front of her , but inside I was both excited and nervous. 　　"Ah! What are you doing!" 　　Seeing Mom's panicked look, my tense mood inexplicably relaxed a lot in an instant. 　　(Okay, might as well go all the way! Even though I can't have sex with Mom right away, I'll at least show her my 　　sexual prowess.) 　　Having figured this out, I held Mom's hand tightly while masturbating, saying, "Mom, wait a minute, 　　it'll be over soon." 　　"What are you doing! If you keep messing around like this, I'm going to get angry!" 　　(Mom, don't be angry, I just want you to know that your precious son has grown up.) 　　"Zhou Yanbo, what are you trying to do? Let go!" 　　For some reason, when I saw Mom's flustered and embarrassed appearance, I felt a 　　strange sense of pleasure. 　　"Mom, wait a minute... I have a very strange question to ask you... Oh... Mom... You... 　　You look... Oh... Mom... It's coming out—" 　　As soon as I finished speaking, I saw a thick stream of white semen shoot out from the tip of my penis, then draw a 　　clear, snow-white arc in the air before landing right in front of Mom's feet. 　　"Zhou Yanbo! You!" 　　I deliberately ignored my mother's angry accusations, calmly cleaning the filth off my penis with toilet paper while 　　saying, "Mom, what was that white stuff I just peed out?" 　　"Uh..." My mother paused, "That's... um... didn't your teachers teach you that?" 　　"No." I shook my head seriously, but inside I was overjoyed. 　　(Yay! I finally ejaculated in front of my mother.) 　　"That cloudy white liquid is semen—the stuff that can get a girl pregnant." 　　Hmm, I didn't expect that my original intention was just to tease my mother, but she answered the question so seriously, 　　making me so embarrassed that I didn't know how to respond. 　　So, I could only stare blankly at my mother, taking out the toilet paper from the bedside table, wiping 　　the filth off the floor while nagging me, "Couldn't you just say the question directly? Why did you do this for your mother, and make the floor 　　so dirty!"

Seeing that my mother didn't seem furious, I was quite surprised, but I still pretended to be innocent and
replied, "No, Mom, what I really want to ask is, why
did I feel a strange, comfortable feeling when I peed... well... when I released my semen just now?"
"Hmm..." My mother paused in her wiping of the floor. "Mom doesn't know!
You should ask your dad about that sometime."
※ ※※
Suddenly remembering what happened that day, the more I thought about it, the more likely it seemed. (
Uh... if that's really the case, did I go too far?)
I hid in a dark corner near the stairwell and stretched out my left hand, which I had held tightly in my mother's hand a few days ago. My palm
still seemed to retain the soft touch and some indescribable
warmth that I had felt from my mother's jade hand that night.
Undeniably, while my actions towards my mother that day had an element of mischief,
it could also be seen as a test—a probe into the limits of her psychological endurance.
Ever since I learned about sex in my first-year middle school health education class, whenever I
heard my mother's plaintive, seemingly painful yet pleasurable moans coming from my parents' room,
a strange thought would involuntarily pop into my head
—I wanted to have sex with my mother!
This thought, instead of fading with time, grew stronger and stronger.
However, how to take that step and get my mother to accept me… I couldn't think of a good way until I
heard that Zhang Yanqing also had this thought and had already taken action. Finally, I couldn't suppress
the desire that had been lurking in my heart for so long.
However, after I actually acted on it last Sunday, although my mother didn't pursue
the matter afterward, and didn't even tell my father, which relieved me,
my heart inexplicably ached every night when I saw my mother alone on the roof smoking.
(This feeling is so strange? Could it be... this is the feeling of love? In other words, I... have fallen in love with my mother
?)
As soon as this thought arose, I couldn't help but shift my gaze to the flower bed in the distance, looking at that lonely and somewhat forlorn
figure, thinking: "If I really fall in love with my mother, will she love me? And what should I do to
make her understand my feelings?"
??? ~~ "A pair of hands beyond compare, bringing warmth that is always behind me..."
??? My mother's hands were not only fair and soft, but also had an indescribable warmth and love that flowed slowly in my palms
~~
(II)
I used to only listen to Mandarin and Taiwanese songs, but when this semester started, a female overseas Chinese student from Hong Kong suddenly transferred to our school.
One day, she played me a song called "Really Love You," and I suddenly fell in love with Cantonese songs.
This song was performed by a once-popular Hong Kong rock band called 'Beyond'
. I initially didn't understand the lyrics at all, but after she wrote and explained them to me, I learned
that the song was written by the band's composer, lyricist, and lead singer specifically for his mother.
I liked this song not because the person explaining the lyrics to me was the newly crowned class beauty, but
because the entire song was filled with a deep love and affection for one's mother.
When I saw the first line, "A pair of hands beyond compare, bringing warmth that is always there behind you..."
, I suddenly remembered my mother often holding my hand as I was little, strolling with me in the park or at the supermarket.
But as I grew older, besides being busy with work during the day, my mother also had to prepare dinner for my father and me after work . Therefore, I had long forgotten when the last time my mother held my hand, and 　　what it felt like to
hold her hand . 　　It wasn't until that day, when I held my mother's hand tightly, that I realized her hands hadn't 　　become rough from years of housework. They were still so fair, so smooth and delicate, making me feel as if I'd returned 　　to my innocent childhood, when she held my hand and led me everywhere, bringing me a warm and reassuring feeling. 　　However, this familiar warmth seemed to have taken on a different meaning because of certain fantasies I had about my mother 　　. 　　"If Mom's hand could hold my penis and give me a handjob... Oh... 　　Mom... Actually, I don't just want you to give me a handjob every day, what I really want is for you to 　　make love to me every day... Ahhh..." 　　Although I couldn't help but leave a large amount of semen on the toilet paper again, I found that recently, 　　after masturbating, I didn't seem to have that same complete release of pleasure as before. It always felt like something was missing 　　... 　　"What is it that's missing?" 　　The crux of the problem wasn't found until I took a shower last night. 　　Because our family is small, and my father works overtime almost every day, 　　it's rare to see the three of us having a happy dinner together, except on weekends and holidays. 　　In the past, to make the atmosphere at home more lively, I would try to surround 　　my mother as soon as I got home, telling her about my day at school. This was partly to let her know about my 　　studies and friendships, and partly to strengthen our mother-son bond. 　　However, ever since I realized I might have fallen in love with my mother, every night at the dinner table, my gaze involuntarily 　　drifts towards her, secretly observing her outfit to guess her work situation or 　　to infer her mood from our interactions at the table. 　　Perhaps because I'm so focused on my mother's every move, I sometimes drift off into a daze, 　　only snapping back to reality when she calls me. 　　"Xiaoyan, what's wrong? Why can't you concentrate on eating?" 　　"N-nothing... I just suddenly remembered a math problem I had on the test today. I feel like the teacher's answer 　　is wrong, but the teacher says the answer is correct. I don't know what to do." 　　Whenever my mother asked, I would make up this excuse. Over time, I gradually became quiet 　　and reserved at home.

Lately, I've noticed that aside from everyday necessities, I rarely share
my feelings with my mother alone.
I'm afraid that one day, if I accidentally blurt out
something like, "I've fallen in love with Mom," or "I really want to have sex with Mom," what kind of family storm would erupt...
? I have no idea.
So every day, I just rush through dinner, rest briefly in the living room, take a shower, and then lock myself
in my room, ostensibly to study hard, but actually to secretly read incestuous stories or watch pornographic videos to release my
pent-up desires. And ever since my mother started sneaking up to the roof every night to smoke and relieve her boredom, I've been 　　following her closely, tiptoeing up the stairs to the top floor exit
shortly after she leaves her room .
After that, I
hid at the top of the stairs, quietly watching her sit on the flower bed, sometimes puffing away at the air, sometimes frowning
as she gazed up at the night sky… until she got up to go downstairs, I went back to my room before her, hid under the covers, and vigorously masturbated
my already painfully hard penis until it ejaculated its foul-smelling semen. Only then, with a
feeling of complete liberation, did I slowly fall asleep.
Perhaps it's what people mean when they say, "Walking the night too much makes you more likely to encounter ghosts"?
The night before last, I went to the top of the stairs again, partly to keep watch for my mother, and partly to
fully appreciate the various natural beauties she displayed. When I was almost lost in the moment, I inadvertently noticed that my mother
's gaze suddenly turned towards me.
Panicked and disoriented, I didn't care whether my mother had discovered my presence and immediately ran straight to
my room.
Just as I reached my door, I heard soft footsteps echoing in the quiet stairwell. In my haste, I hastily kicked
off my slippers and rushed back to my bedroom, pretending to be asleep.
Once under the covers, I tried to take deep breaths to calm my racing heart as quickly as possible, while
listening intently to what was happening outside my door.
Thankfully, the light footsteps only lingered at my door for a short while before slowly moving towards the master bedroom,
quickly returning the area outside my door to silence.
(Phew...that was close! I almost got caught by Mom. Hmm...but then again,
what would she do to me if she really found out I knew she smokes? How would I face her?)
Unexpectedly, the next morning, Mom was only a few minutes earlier than me, so my breakfast was naturally at
a breakfast shop near the school.
In the past, I would have definitely lost my temper with my mother in this situation. But since I found out
why she overslept, I not only didn't raise my voice at her, but also said, "Mom, I'm all grown up now and can
take care of myself, so you don't need to get up to prepare breakfast for me anymore..." I
didn't expect that these words of concern, spoken casually out of concern for my mother, would suddenly make her eyes redden
.
Seeing my mother's tearful appearance, my nose also inexplicably felt sore.
"Uh...Mom, were my words really that heartbreaking?"
"You silly child, Mom just didn't sleep well last night. Here! This is your allowance for today. Remember
to eat a good breakfast, don't always eat junk food that has no nutrition. When you come home from school, Mom will cook your favorite
Mapo Tofu."
As I unconsciously held my mother's soft, warm hand through the banknotes, the thought suddenly flashed through my mind
of wanting to pull my mother into my arms and kiss her cheeks hard, even her two soft, unadorned lips
.
The moment this wicked thought arose, I immediately took several deep breaths to suppress the sudden surge
of sexual urge that had erupted within me. I nodded to my mother, "Okay, I'm going to school now."
I thought I could completely control the lewd thoughts lurking within me, but throughout the entire
day at school, my mother's image lingered in my mind: her beautiful
face, devoid of wrinkles around her eyes, her subtly pouting lips when she feigned anger in the morning, even the glimpse of her breasts—
hidden beneath her cotton loungewear, seemingly braless
, revealing the faint outline of her nipples—when she handed me my breakfast money, all of these things fueled my fantasies.
Because I was inattentive in class, I was frequently called on by the teacher to answer questions about the lesson.
If Zhang Yanqing hadn't subtly given me hints, I might have had to stand and listen to the lectures all day. Finally, the school bell rang, and after a hurried greeting to Zhang Yanqing, I 　　rushed home
as fast as I could. 　　"Mom, I'm home!" 　　I shouted into the house, and my mother's gentle, magnetic voice came from the kitchen: "Oh, Xiaoyan's 　　back. Hmm... hurry up and wash your hands, then we can eat." 　　(Hmm... judging from Mom's tone, she seems to be in a good mood today.) 　　Having reached this conclusion, I immediately went back to my room, threw down my schoolbag, obediently washed my hands as Mom instructed, and then went 　　to help in the dining room. 　　Although I deduced that Mom was in a good mood today, she seemed a little too happy. 　　From the moment she sat down at the table until she finished eating, it felt like she had won the lottery; she kept 　　staring at me with a strange smile on her face, making me feel extremely uncomfortable during the meal. But if you asked me what was 　　wrong... honestly, I really couldn't put my finger on it. 　　After about fifteen minutes, I finally finished this dinner that had made me feel like I was sitting on pins and needles. I watched 　　TV in the living room for a while to let the food in my stomach digest a little, and then, as usual, went back to my room to get a change of 　　clothes and take a shower. 　　But after searching my bedroom for ages, I couldn't find my favorite outfit. So I had to 　　stand at the door and shout, "Mom..." 　　"What is it?" 　　Watching my mother bustling between the back balcony and the kitchen, I wanted to go help, but thinking about 　　the ton of quizzes tomorrow, I had to suppress my urge and shout back, "Where are my clothes?" 　　"What clothes?" 　　"My underwear."

"Oh, it's been raining these past few days, so the clothes aren't dry yet. Don't you have anything else to change into?"
"I just like wearing that yellow and red t-shirt." I was starting to get impatient.
"What a hassle. Okay, okay, you go take a shower first, Mom will dry them with the hairdryer and bring them to you later."
Since Mom wasn't doing it on purpose, I felt embarrassed to complain anymore and could only helplessly say to her, "Hurry
up."
"Okay."
After entering the bathroom, I originally planned to shower while waiting for Mom to bring the clothes in, but then I thought, "Wait a minute
! We have a dryer, right? Since she knows the clothes aren't dry, why doesn't she use the dryer and instead
uses the hairdryer? Could it be… Mom's doing this?"
Thinking of this, my penis instantly became erect.
(Ugh… no, no… what if Mom just forgot to bring in the clothes?
If I keep thinking like this, I might really lose control and do something beastly to Mom.)
After a lot of effort, I finally got my unruly penis back to its original limp state.
Before I could even turn on the tap, I suddenly heard the bathroom door open, followed by
my mother's voice: "Xiaoyan, here, your clothes."
"Ah! Mom... why didn't you knock before coming in?" My mother's strange behavior startled me
.
"Well, I thought you were taking a shower and couldn't come out, and you didn't lock the door..." My mother
looked at me calmly. "But, Xiaoyan... why haven't you finished showering yet?"
"Uh... I was waiting for you to get your clothes." Still shaken, I
quickly made up an excuse, remembering my embarrassing lower body earlier.
"Oh, I see." My mother paused, and I seemed to catch her
gaze wandering over my crotch. Soon after, she said, "Then hurry up and shower. After you're
done, go straight to your room and study. Don't watch TV anymore, okay?"
"Okay." I replied casually.
"Oh, right, Xiaoyan..." Mom suddenly turned back to look at me before leaving the bathroom. "Your
final exams are in two weeks, right? Hmm... If you can improve your ranking by five places this time, I'm thinking of giving you a little
reward. Hmm... What do you want?"
Huh? What's wrong with Mom today?
She always used to say that studying is a student's duty, so good grades are expected. If I didn't do well
, it meant I wasn't working hard enough, and I'd get a spanking
. But now she's saying I can get a reward if my grades improve...
I really wanted to touch Mom's forehead to make sure she hadn't lost her mind, or ask her some strange
questions to see if she'd been possessed by some strange person who had accidentally traveled from another dimension, becoming
a monster who looks like my biological mother but whose soul has been replaced by someone else.
These bizarre thoughts flashed by in an instant. I forced myself to calm down, then glanced at my mother
a few times to make sure she wasn't bluffing. Suddenly, I wondered if
she would agree if I asked her to take a bath or soak in a hot spring with me as a reward.
Just thinking about it made my penis instantly stand up again.
(Waaaaah... This is so embarrassing! But, when I saw my hard, erect penis, Mom didn't seem
to react as intensely as she did last time...)
I lowered my head guiltily, pretending to ponder for a while before looking up: "Mom, you mean, any reward
is fine?"
"Not necessarily. But you can tell me first so I can consider it."
(Heh~~ I knew it.)
As my thoughts raced, I suddenly had a good idea: "Then... I want to sing with you,
um... just the two of us... is that okay?"
"Huh?" Mom suddenly turned around, looking at me in surprise: "Why don't you want to invite Dad?" "
Please! He sings terribly! Every time I sing with him, I'm afraid the people in the next booth
won't be able to stand Dad's singing and will suddenly rush in and beat us up." I immediately came up with a reason that wasn't really a reason
to stop her from wanting to invite Dad along.
After hearing this, Mom suddenly shoved my shoulder hard and laughed loudly, "Hahaha, what kind of son
belittles his own father like that?! It's a good thing your dad didn't hear that, otherwise you'd get a beating from him before anyone else even got to talk to him
."
It seemed Mom had agreed to the request, so I happily laughed too, "Hahaha...
Mom, then... it's settled."
"Then do your best, don't let Mom down."
"Okay. Mom, you can't go back on your word." Even though I had received Mom's verbal promise, I still
asked her again and again, still not entirely at ease.
"Hmph, when has Mom ever gone back on her word?! Okay, go take a shower now." Having received Mom's absolute assurance of keeping her promise and watching her leave the bathroom, I was so happy I wanted to 　　shout it out
in the bathroom . 　　"Hmm... In order to be alone with Mom, I must achieve my goal this time! Then... um... 　　could I find an opportunity to confess to Mom and then say goodbye to my virginity with her in a karaoke bar?" 　　Thinking of this, my already hard penis grew even larger, making me unable to resist quickly 　　ejaculating in the bathroom before taking a quick shower and returning to my room to focus on preparing for my final exams. 　　~~ "...The spring breeze and rain warm my heart, a lifetime of care silently bestowed..." 　　The reward I most want is still Mom's sexy and mature body ~~ 　　(III) 　　In order to make Mom fulfill her promise, I have been like a madman these past few days, putting all my energy into my studies, almost 　　to the point of neglecting to eat and sleep, and even trying to break the habit of watching porn and masturbating before bed. In addition, 　　I would occasionally sneak to the rooftop before bed to peek at Mom for a while, and only after confirming that she was safe and sound would I 　　go back to my room to sleep. 　　Despite the pressure of schoolwork keeping me constantly on edge, the thought of being able to relax and not have to worry about anything...

And with my dad, being alone with my mom in a completely private space, maybe I could even have a chance to tell her
what's on my mind... I started to feel that studying wasn't so hard after all.
Besides, ever since Mom brought me a change of clothes last time, she seems to have gotten addicted to it. Every day she tells
me to go into the bathroom to shower first, and then she casually opens the bathroom door and gives me the clothes.
At first, I didn't think much of it; after all, it wasn't the first time Mom had seen my body. But afterwards,
when she brought me clothes, she would always intentionally or unintentionally peek at my genitals, and I realized—things weren't as
simple as I thought.
(Was Mom using getting clothes as an excuse to actually peek at my penis?)
Whenever I thought of this possibility, my penis would uncontrollably become erect, making me feel incredibly embarrassed
. However, whenever Mom saw my physical reaction, she would act as if nothing was wrong, which inevitably made me
feel a sense of loss.
(Could it be that my penis is smaller than Dad's, which is why Mom is so dismissive? Otherwise, why is
she so unfazed after seeing it?)
I couldn't directly ask her why; however, since she wanted to see it, I was happy to pretend
I didn't know, letting her take this opportunity to secretly admire my standard and strong physique.
Anyway, while she admired my body, I could also openly admire Mom's mature and sexy
body.
Because after she came home from work, although she would change into ordinary home clothes,
I would get incredibly excited when I saw that she sometimes wasn't wearing a bra, leaving faint marks on her chest.
That's why I have such a strong curiosity about Mom's body; and as I get older,
my desire to explore Mom's body grows stronger, almost to the point of being uncontrollable.
Fortunately, hard work pays off; the questions on this final exam were all exercises I had done before, so
after finishing the last exam, I could finally breathe a sigh of relief.
(Should I finally reach the goal Mom set for me this time?)
I absentmindedly walked out of the school gate when someone suddenly slapped my shoulder hard. "Hey, Bo,
what's wrong with you lately?"
"Damn it! Qing, you're asking for it! You hit me so hard?! What if you cripple my shoulder?
How am I supposed to masturbate then?!"
"Wow! I only helped you replenish your HP because you looked like you were about to die, so you could
recover your energy quickly. Humph! You're not grateful, and you even tried to hit me?"
"Wow... Stand to the right! Fine, I can't be bothered with you. By the way, how did your test go today?"
"What else can I do? Anyway, I have no great ambitions in life, I just want to get all sixty points. But you, I see
you've been working really hard lately. What, you want to go to Hsiung High School?"
I curled my lip and said dismissively, "Don't be silly! Besides, what's so great about getting into Hsiung High School? I
heard that the students there are either studying or preparing for exams every day. I think those so-called academic
geniuses will eventually burn their brains out. Humph, I'm not that stupid."
"Otherwise what? I've seen how hard you've been studying these past few weeks, like you're determined to get a scholarship
... Hehe, knowing you as I do, you would never do something so seriously if there wasn't a benefit. Just confess honestly
, or don't blame me for giving you a good beating."
"Go away! Stop being so boring." Taking advantage of Zhang Yanqing's unpreparedness, I suddenly punched him hard in the shoulder.
"Damn! Zhou Yanbo, are you serious?!"
"Who told you to ambush me earlier? Hehe... I just call this 'an eye for an eye'—just
right."
"Damn! Watch me kick you all the way to the Pacific Ocean with my 'Foshan Shadowless Kick'."
"Damn! Foshan Shadowless Kick is no match for my 'One-Finger Divine Skill'! I can pierce through your lazybones with one finger,
take this."
Zhang Yanqing and I were fooling around recklessly at the school gate for a while when he suddenly slapped my
hand that was around his neck and yelled, "Okay, okay, I'm done playing, let go!"
"Hmph, you want to fight me?! Go back and practice for eight hundred years before challenging me again." I let go of his hand and, with
the posture of a victor, deliberately tilted my chin up at a forty-five-degree angle to look at him.
"Damn! If I wasn't in a rush to get home, do you think I'd give up so easily?!"
"Huh? Did I hear that right?" I touched his forehead, then looked up at the bright sun high in the sky.
"Strange, you don't have a fever, and the sun didn't rise in the west... Hmm, bro, are you alright?"
"Get lost! You're the one who's out of your mind!" After saying that, Zhang Yanqing deliberately
held up both hands in front of me, simultaneously raising two middle fingers.
After looking at it, I quickly stepped aside and casually said, "Damn! Bad luck goes, good luck comes, the person who gives the middle finger will
have three years of bad luck."
"Damn! You're the one who'll have three years of bad luck! Forget it, I don't have time to play with you, I'm leaving."
Seeing that Zhang Yanqing really turned around and left, I immediately shouted, "No way, you're really going home?"
"Of course," he suddenly turned around, revealing a strange smile, "My mom's waiting for me at home."
Huh? His mom's actually at home at this time... waiting for him?
But let him wait, he doesn't need to laugh so happily, so... lewdly, so obscenely, right?
Wait a minute!
Suddenly I remembered that a few days ago he had told me the gossip that "he wanted his mother's body"...
Could it be...?
Thinking of a certain extremely lewd possibility, my penis immediately became erect uncontrollably.
"Ah Qing!" To confirm my guess, I immediately rushed to Zhang Yanqing's side, nudged his
elbow and whispered, "Good brother, are you rushing home to... you know... with your mom?"
Zhang Yanqing was taken aback at first, but then understood and whispered, "Not yet, but it's almost
time."
"Oh? What's going on?" His words immediately aroused my strong curiosity.
"Hehe, I'm going back to confront my mom. If it works out, I'll tell you when I have the chance."
Just then, my phone suddenly rang. Looking at the number displayed, I quickly pressed the call button.
Call button: "Mom, what's up?"
"Xiao Yan, how did you do on your test today?"
"It was alright." While talking to my mom, my gaze inadvertently swept over
Zhang Yanqing, who was waving at me and hurrying towards the intersection. Suddenly, an idea struck me, and I quickly made up an excuse: "By the way, Mom, I want to
go shopping and see a movie with my classmates later, so I might not be home for dinner tonight."
"Oh... okay, but don't come home too late."
After hurriedly ending the call, I immediately took the bus home to change into casual clothes, and then went straight to the
fairly bustling 'New Jiang' shopping mall in Kaohsiung City.
※ ※※
When I nervously received the report card from the school, I opened it with trepidation.
After seeing my ranking, I was first stunned, and then I had an urge to set off firecrackers and celebrate wildly.
Because my final exam results were—surprisingly ninth in the class—I excitedly
showed my report card to my mom that very day and demanded that she fulfill our previous agreement as soon as possible.
"Mom, look, I got ninth place in the final exam! So when are you going to give me the reward you promised last time
?"
"What reward? Did I say anything like that?"
Seeing my mom pretending to be clueless, I certainly wasn't going to let it go. My eyes darted around, and I immediately used reverse
psychology to provoke her: "Take me to karaoke! We already agreed, you can't go back on your word. As the old saying goes, 'Breaking a promise
makes one fat'... Mom's figure is so good, she probably doesn't want to get fat because she broke her promise to her son, right?"
"Oh, you brat, how dare you curse Mom to get fat?! Humph, if Mom really gets fat,
I'll have an excuse not to make dinner anymore. That way—we can... lose weight together."
"Ah, no way! Mom, I'm going through puberty right now. If I don't get enough
nutrition and end up with stunted growth, I might resent you for the rest of my life." I said in a half-threatening, half-coquettish tone
.
"Hmph! Who told you to curse Mom for no reason?"
Seeing Mom's feigned anger, I suddenly had a
strange thought: "Mom looks so cute when she's angry. "
I felt that she wasn't my mom right now, but a woman who made my heart flutter, or rather
—an older sister with whom I could share my secrets without any reservations.
But could I really confide everything to her?
Of course not!
No matter how good my relationship with my mother is, the unbreakable blood ties mean she could never
be my girlfriend, so I certainly wouldn't openly share my innermost thoughts with her.
For this reason, I could only suppress the urge to confide in her and quickly put on a docile act
to appease her: "Okay, Mom, don't be angry. I was just joking. It's your fault for trying to break your promise and fool
me."
"You," my mother gently poked my forehead, a mischievous smile playing on her lips, "I was just
joking with you. I didn't expect you to be so humorless."
"Oh, I thought you'd go back on your word," I said, rubbing my forehead with feigned grievance.
"Hmph, Mom's going to teach you a lesson now: we must always keep our word. If
you're untrustworthy, you'll easily lose trustworthy friends in the future. Hmm... since you've kept your
promise to Mom, then Mom will definitely keep her promise to you too."
"Then... when are you going to take me to karaoke?" I sensed a hidden meaning in Mom's words, and immediately seized the opportunity
.
"Don't worry, Mom will arrange it in the next few days."
Suppressing my anxiety, I eagerly awaited for about two days, and finally received
the good news that Mom was willing to take me to karaoke.
However, when Mom and I arrived at the entrance of a garden-style karaoke bar called "Lai Hong Song," to be honest, I
was a little disappointed.
Based on my impression of karaoke bars, these non-famous chain establishments usually have a limited selection of the latest
popular songs, mostly older tunes.
(Hmm... I hope the songs aren't all ancient songs from before I was born, songs I've never even heard of
.)
Thankfully, the sound system here is comparable to well-known chain karaoke bars, and the song selection system is even advanced enough to
have a touchscreen panel, a "Latest Song Chart," and a "Multi-functional Smart Song Selection"
function, allowing me to easily find the songs I want without having to painstakingly search through that thick songbook.
So, as soon as I sat down, I immediately selected several songs and then sang along to the melodies.
"A pair of hands beyond compare, always offering warmth from behind,
nagging yet always caring, I feel guilty for not appreciating them.
She doesn't approve of my musical reverie, but a mother's love never wavers.
I'm determined to overcome my inner struggles, to repay her kindness. Like
a gentle spring breeze and nourishing rain, she warms my heart, a lifetime of silent devotion.
It's your warm gaze that teaches me to persevere on the road ahead, reminding me not to give up when I fall..."
After I finished singing my recent favorite song, "Really Love You," with a showy flourish, my mother clapped and
said, "Xiao Yan, you sang well! But how come you suddenly know how to sing Cantonese songs?"
"Oh, Fang Yi'en taught me, she's the girl who transferred from Hong Kong," I replied casually
.
"Oh, I see." Suddenly, Mom nudged my elbow and
asked in a teasing, ambiguous tone, "Tell me honestly, have you two started dating?"
"No...no, Mom...don't guess."
I stammered, lowering my head, momentarily at a loss for words. Thankfully, Mom just patted my shoulder lightly and
said casually, "Hmm, Mom believes you. But let me tell you, if you ever get a girlfriend,
you have to let Mom know first, okay?"
"Okay." To hide my embarrassment, I casually replied and immediately changed the subject: "By the way,
Mom, why aren't you singing? I remember you used to love singing."
"Hey, Mom's getting old, and I haven't been listening to much music lately, so I've been looking for ages but haven't found
any new songs I can sing..."
Hearing my mother's self-pitying tone, like a woman lamenting her fate, I
interrupted her to prevent the atmosphere from suddenly becoming awkward. "Oh, Mom... how can you
be old! You know, compared to my classmates' parents, you're definitely the youngest and most beautiful
mom in our class! Besides, we came here to sing and relax, it'd be so boring if you didn't sing and just listened to me sing
."
"But Mom likes to have a little drink while singing to liven things up, that makes me feel more relaxed..."
"Then drink! I don't care, you promised to sing with me today..."
Actually, there was something else I didn't say. The words were: "Mom, even if you want to smoke in front of me, I
won't object."
However, considering my mother's reaction, I ultimately didn't dare say it aloud. Instead,
I held her hand tightly, almost begging her to open up and
share the joy with me. In the end, she couldn't resist my request and straightened her clothes before leaving the private room.
While my mother went out to buy alcohol, I reached into my jeans pocket, clutching the necklace I bought at a small shop in the "New X River" shopping mall
. As I repeatedly recited the confession lines I had practiced at home, my gaze swept across the storage rack behind me.
I inadvertently noticed a small corner of shiny blue fabric in my mother's large bag, which she hadn't zipped up.
My eyes were glued to it.
"Huh? This... what's this?"
I glanced back at the door of the private room several times to make sure my mother hadn't returned, then carefully and slowly opened the bag
. As my view through the bag expanded, I finally saw the true nature of the blue fabric —a woman 　　's garment
of decent quality, a sky-blue color, and folded very neatly . 　　I wanted to see more, but remembering that my mother might return at any moment, I suppressed my intense 　　curiosity and pretended not to notice, continuing to sing. 　　Less than ten minutes later, my mother came in carrying a plastic bag. 　　I opened a beer for her and poured it into a glass, then waved the drink in front of her: 　　"Mom, I wish you eternal youth and beauty." 　　"Good, you're such a good son, cheers." 　　After drinking about a third of the beer in one gulp, my insistence led her to symbolically request a 　　song. 　　"I once thought life would just stay like this, my calm heart refused any more waves, 　　I tried to cut the threads of love a thousand times but couldn't sever them, they circled me through countless twists and turns. 　　Some people asked me what was so good about you, that I still can't forget you after all these years, 　　the spring breeze is as beautiful as your smile, those who haven't seen you won't understand..." 　　After hearing my mother sing this song, I realized that this 　　song, "Bewitched," was the one my mother often hummed repeatedly when she was alone on the rooftop smoking. 　　After she finished singing and downed the rest of her beer in one gulp, she said to me with a relaxed expression, "Xiaoyan, 　　I didn't expect your grades to improve so much this time. Honestly... when Mom knew you did so well 　　, I was really happy for you. So, Mom has decided to give you another reward... Do you want it?" 　　My heart skipped a beat. "Really? Any reward this time is fine too 　　?" 　　Compared to my barely concealed excitement, Mom just pursed her lips slightly and 　　said in an authoritative tone, "Hmph, it's not always this good! Let me tell you, this time, the reward is up to Mom." " 　　Ah! Uh... what reward is Mom planning to give me?" 　　To be honest, I'd rather not have this kind of "reward that I can't decide," but 　　then I remembered that it was Mom's good intention, and even if I was unwilling, I couldn't refuse. However, this special reward, where the decision wasn't in 　　my hands, left me in a dilemma—wanting to agree or not wanting to agree was truly difficult. 　　(Sigh! Adults are all like that. They assume they'll give us what we want. The problem is, I 　　'm not a clueless kid anymore, why is Mom still using such unoriginal tricks to make me happy?) 　　This thought had barely crossed my mind when my mother's astonishing words suddenly rang in my ears: "Hmm… this year, our company 　　is giving each employee two vouchers for a hot spring resort at the end of the year. I was planning to ask your father to go with us, 　　but he said he'll be going to Taichung for a week on business next week, so he won't be able to come with me… If you 　　haven't made plans with your classmates to go anywhere in the next few days, we can find some time to go to the hot springs. What do you think if I give you this as a reward 　　?" 　　Hearing this reward, my eyes widened in surprise and disbelief as I looked at her: "Mom, you… you 　　mean… you want to take me… to the hot springs? Just… just the two of us?" 　　"What? You don't want to?" 　　Seeing my mother suddenly put on a stern face, as if she were really angry, I quickly said, "I do! 　　Of course I do! I couldn't be happier. So... when do we leave?" 　　Just kidding! 　　This has been my ultimate wish since the beginning of junior high school. Now I finally have 　　the chance to fulfill it. How could I let such a rare opportunity slip through my fingers 　　? 　　(All Buddhas and Bodhisattvas, the Jade Emperor, the Queen Mother of the West, and all the gods, you have finally heard 　　the heartfelt words of your faithful follower, Zhou Yanbo! I am so grateful!) 　　"Hmm... let me think..." 　　Unexpectedly, after my enthusiastic response, my mother seemed to be deliberately teasing me, resting her chin on her hand 　　and remaining silent, leaving me both annoyed and helpless. Thankfully, just as I was about to lose my temper, Mom 　　said slowly, "Well... today is Friday, and your dad is confirmed to be going on a business trip next Monday, and he's not expected 　　to be back for at least six days, so... let's leave next Tuesday, okay?" 　　"Okay, okay."

What I really wanted to say was, "Mom, I think there's no time like the present... Can we leave now
instead of wasting time singing here?"
However, to my dismay, the decision of whether or not to take me to the hot springs rested with my mother. So,
no matter how anxious I was, I had to suppress my resentment at not being able to go immediately and obediently follow
her arrangements.
Although I was thrilled when I heard the good news, after that intense anticipation subsided,
a thought suddenly flashed through my mind: "Why would Mom suddenly think of taking me to a hot springs, and a
private bathhouse with accommodation, instead of a public pool where I have to play with strangers?"
Besides that, I also felt that my mother's behavior had become particularly strange lately!
Hmm... I felt like she had suddenly become a different person overnight. If I didn't live under
the same roof with her every day and knew that the woman in front of me was definitely my biological mother, I would strongly suspect:
Has she really been possessed by some transmigrated superhuman?!
Thinking of this, I immediately shook my head vigorously, banishing such an absurd idea from my mind, and then asked
my mother to sing along with me.
I deliberately chose some classic old songs from a time a little older than my own, but still familiar to me, and invited my mother
to sing along with me.
Time quietly passed in the singing, and I gradually became immersed in this
world—just the two of us, my mother and me.
Watching my mother slowly set aside her maternal role and start to joke and play with me like she did when I was a child,
I truly wished this beautiful moment could stand still forever, so I could have her without any reservations, and even hoped that
she would have the chance to become my girlfriend, and that we could share a bed and our secrets.
But this fantasy didn't linger in my mind for long. After my mother finished singing a song, she suddenly picked up
her large bag and said to me, "Xiaoyan, you sing for a while, Mom's going to the restroom,"
and then walked into the restroom attached to the booth, disappearing instantly.
My mother's abrupt behavior immediately aroused my intense curiosity.
Because she had gone to the restroom several times earlier without bringing such a large bag, and knowing that she
had a piece of clothing in her bag, I was even more puzzled by her strange behavior.
(Strange, why is Mom taking such a big bag into the restroom? Hmm… Ah! Does she want to try on that new
dress? But that doesn't make sense. If she wanted to try on a new dress, she should have tried it on before buying it.
Why wait until after buying it to try it on here?)
For a moment, intense curiosity completely replaced my interest in singing. But no matter how curious I was, I
couldn't just rush in without knocking, could I?
So I could only sit anxiously on the sofa, singing along to the music, a
song whose lyrics I couldn't even understand myself, while my eyes kept glancing towards the restroom door.
Although Mom was only in the restroom for about three songs, it felt like three years had passed
.
Finally, I heard the doorknob turn, and my gaze involuntarily drifted towards the restroom door. The result
? It would have been better if I hadn't looked. The moment I saw a stunningly dressed woman emerge from the restroom, my gaze was fixed
.
(Is...is this really my mom?)
Two thin blue strings extended from the back of her neck, passing her fair and sexy collarbone, before
gradually transforming into two palm-sized triangular pieces of fabric, perfectly covering her high, firm breasts.
Whether it was because her breasts were too large, or because the fabric was too thin, her firm, full breasts were immediately
exposed, a direct assault on my visual senses, along with the deep cleavage between them
.
Since this was the first time I'd seen a woman's breasts so closely, this stimulating sight almost caused my nose
to bleed uncontrollably. And my previously limp penis, after the intense
visual impact, instantly stood erect like a pillar reaching for the heavens.
I stared wide-eyed, swallowing hard, but the small amount of saliva did not quench my thirst or cool me down.
Instead, it was like pouring gasoline into a fire, causing the burning desire within me to surge instantly to the back of my head,
making my entire body feel as if it were being scorched by flames.
If the extent of her upper body exposure was the fuse that ignited the fire within me, then
her ultra-short miniskirt, which could be described as "barely clothed," was like a powerful
flashbang detonating in front of me, instantly turning my vision blank.
The ultra-short miniskirt, which only reached the top of her thighs, just covered the woman's private parts, and the elastic
material, while tightly hugging her pert buttocks, also subtly showcased the most beautiful
curves of a woman's hips.
Although I had seen such provocative and revealing clothes on auction websites, I never imagined that my mother
would have the courage to wear them.
(No wonder she wanted to try on this dress here…)
As I watched her slowly walk towards me in her high heels, her soft yet elastic breasts
swayed slightly with each step, naturally forming wave after wave of flesh and hips,
constantly assaulting my visual senses. My already throbbing erection almost burst through my jeans, causing an immediate
discomfort in my lower body.
If it weren't for the insurmountable parent-child divide between us, tightly restraining my sexual impulses,
I might have already pounced on her without hesitation.
I licked my dry lips, desperately swallowing the saliva that kept seeping out, and only after my constricted throat regained some elasticity
did I ask in a trembling voice, "Mom…you…why did you suddenly change into…such a sexy
dress?"
After asking this question, I wondered if my mother's expression was due to shyness or the effects of alcohol? She
had a face so flushed it looked like it could drip blood, but she still spoke naturally and easily, saying, "I guess I just..."
"I drank too much, so I feel a bit hot... Oh right, I saw
this new dress when I was shopping with Aunt Linghan a few days ago, so I'm taking this opportunity to wear it. Hmm... Xiaoyan, don't you think Mom is wearing something
too revealing?"
"No, Mom has such a great figure, it's a rare opportunity, of course I have to show it off."
I suppressed my desire, swallowing hard as I praised Mom.
(Oh my god! What's going on? Gods in heaven, aren't you being too kind to me? If
this isn't a dream, I'll definitely burn more incense to thank you during holidays...)
"So, do you like Mom wearing this from now on?"
What! Did I hear that right?
Does Mom mean she'll only wear something this revealing in front of me, or is it the same when she goes to work?
Oh well, whether Mom is telling the truth or not, if I don't give her a definite answer now, I'll never
have this opportunity again.
Having figured this out, I nodded vigorously to her without hesitation; and my mother smiled and nodded in agreement
, then picked up the microphone and began to hum softly along with the music.
For the next half hour, although I tried my best to control my desires and stop thinking about any obscene images
, the obvious protrusion of my mother's nipples and the tantalizing glimpse of a few black hairs under her skirt as she unconsciously spread her legs
made me unable to resist having impure thoughts about her.
"Mom, shall we sing 'Rooftop' together?"
"Sure, when my colleagues and I come here to sing, they always request this song. Since you can sing
it too, let's sing it together."
As the music started, I picked up another microphone, trying to focus on the flashing text
on the screen. When the song started, I slowly sang: "Can't sleep in the middle of the night, I hum my feelings into a song, so I go to
the rooftop to find another dream."
My mother, half-turned, with her legs together and slightly angled, stared at the screen and softly sang: "Waking up from my dream,
I'm still not sure how there could be such a moving melody on the opposite rooftop. I quietly closed the door, went up with hope
, and there it was, the person who often appears in my dreams."
"………………"
As I sang, my thoughts suddenly drifted back to the first time I saw my mother hiding on the rooftop, smoking and softly humming a song; somehow, I suddenly realized that I seemed to understand 　　what had been troubling
my mother lately . 　　However, I never dared to directly confirm my suspicions, only expressing them through songs. 　　"Who makes me love you?" 　　"It's me." 　　"Who makes you love me?" 　　"It's you." 　　"So it was this rooftop where a beautiful encounter happened." 　　After singing in harmony, "This rooftop where a beautiful encounter happened," I suddenly blurted out, "Mom, 　　I love you." 　　Hearing this, Mom first looked at me with surprise, then, with the tenderness of a mother looking at her son, she 　　said, "Yes, Mom loves Xiaoyan too." 　　(Pfft...that's not what I meant!) 　　For a moment, I felt incredibly annoyed for missing such a good opportunity to confess. Unfortunately, such random 　　opportunities are fleeting. Without that ambiguous atmosphere, I now completely lack the courage 　　to say those words to my mother again. 　　Afterwards, as time passed, although I outwardly pretended to be calm and joked around with my mother, what I 　　saw in my eyes was nothing but the alluring glimpses of her body that she inadvertently revealed: her round, alabaster breasts; her 　　long, straight, smooth legs; and the black bush that occasionally peeked out from under her skirt, undisguised by underwear… 　　(No! If this continues, I'll either bleed to death or die from excessive ejaculation. Mom, 　　what's wrong with you today? Don't you know that what you're doing isn't giving me a feast for the eyes, but forcing your son to commit a crime?! Whatever 　　, the worst that can happen is that Mom will beat me up, which is better than dying such a miserable death.) 　　Having made up my mind, I mustered up my courage during the interlude of the song and mumbled to my mother 　　, "Mom… can you help me masturbate?" 　　"What?" Whether it was because the music was too loud or because my mother wanted to test me, as soon as I finished speaking, she deliberately leaned her head 　　closer, signaling me to repeat myself. 　　I regretted saying those words the moment they left my lips, so when my mother asked me to repeat them, I couldn't muster 　　the courage. But as she leaned closer, I caught a glimpse of 　　her rosy nipples, previously hidden by her clothes, and my cooled blood surged again. As if possessed, I 　　abruptly raised my voice and repeated the words. 　　I had prepared myself for a beating, but surprisingly, she neither 　　slapped me nor showed any incredulous surprise. 　　She simply stared at me blankly for a while before asking in a slightly trembling voice, "Are you sure?" 　　"Yes," I nodded firmly, resigned to my fate. Surprisingly 　　, a knowing smile appeared on her lips: "Okay. Then… then just… 　　just this once… and… don't do it again…" 　　No way! 　　Mom… Mom really… just agreed so easily? 　　What's going on? 　　Did she really understand what it meant to give me a handjob? 　　(Hmm…did Mom drink too much, or accidentally take aphrodisiacs? Or was she hypnotized? Or was she under some 　　kind of mysterious witchcraft or sorcery?) 　　Just as I was lost in thought, I saw Mom pick up the large bag from the storage platform and 　　walk straight to the door of the private room. She hung it on the hook above the door, covering the transparent glass window. 　　Then she quickly walked over to me, squatted down, and before I could even react, she unhesitatingly 　　pulled down the zipper in my pants and the waistband of my underwear. My 　　already throbbing penis, like an angry dragon breaking free of its shackles, defiantly thrust in front of Mom.

The trembling and bouncing made me feel both embarrassed and excited.
Watching my mother's trembling, delicate hand slowly approach my erect penis, my heart
pounded faster and faster, and my breathing became rapid.
I stared blankly at her every move until the moment she grasped my shaft. It felt as if
time itself froze, and my mind went completely blank.
I don't know how much time passed, but when I felt the gentle, rhythmic stroking of her hand, my
brain, like a computer that had crashed due to a virus but could subsequently repair itself, automatically restarted and resumed normal operation.
When my gaze refocused, I saw my mother using her slender, soft right hand to either gently cup and rub
my glans or to grasp and caress the shaft—a feeling completely
different from masturbating.
(Oh God, if this is a beautiful dream, please let me stay in it forever and never wake up; if
the woman before me is merely a vessel possessed by a fairy descended to earth, then please let this fairy
remain in this beautiful body forever, and never shed her shell to ascend to immortality.)
As I watched my mother's well-maintained, skillful hands caress my hard, thick penis, I suddenly heard
her soft, slightly trembling voice: "Xiao...Xiao Yan...what happened today...
let's keep it a secret between us, you absolutely...cannot tell anyone, and you absolutely cannot tell your father..."
What a joke!
I'm not out of my mind! How could I be so stupid as to tell my father about such a "good thing"?!
But then again, my mother's masturbation skills are really better than mine...is it because my father trained her
so well, or is my mother just a natural... "masturbation" expert?
Thinking of this, I blurted out without thinking, "Yes, Mom, I promise I won't tell anyone. Oh...
Mom... your hands are so warm... so soft... they feel so good... even better than when I masturbate... even
better... oh..."
As soon as I said this, I felt incredibly regretful. My mother then only said, "Is... is that so?
Well..." and stopped talking. After she stopped stroking my penis, I felt a
sense of dread, as if I had fallen from heaven to hell in an instant.
(Damn! How could I have let it slip? But then again, I haven't masturbated in ages.
If Mom's really angry about it, should I explain it to her?)
This belated thought had barely crossed my mind when, before I could even think of a response, Mom suddenly looked up
and said something unbelievable: "If you can promise not to tell anyone about our
secret, and if you can keep your grades in the top ten of your class, then you
can come to Mom whenever you want...want to...masturbate, and Mom will take care of it for you."
My mouth dropped open, and it took me a while to recover from my shock. I couldn't help but yell, "Mom!
Really? Really?"
"Hmm."
"Then...Mom, can I make a small request?"
"Tell me?"
Although I didn't know why Mom had suddenly become like this, since I had just gone all in with a do-or-die attitude
, I don't know where I got the courage, but in a moment of impulsiveness, I blurted out the lewd thoughts I had previously kept hidden deep inside:
"I...you...um...Mom, could you give me a 'blowjob,' um...you mean, give me a little suck
?"
The words had barely left my lips when my penis, which had been fluctuating between hard and soft, suddenly felt a slight pain. At the same
time, I heard my mother's voice, a mix of anger and pleasure, as she scolded me: "You little brat!
How dare you push your luck?!"
"Ah! Mom, it hurts! If...if you can't, then forget it." I cried out, feigning distress.
"I didn't say no. If you behave well, Mom is willing to do anything for you."
Her words were still ringing in my ears, and before I could fully comprehend them, I saw my mother's cherry lips part and close,
taking most of my large penis into her mouth.
Instantly, I felt my penis enter a strange, warm space with a slight suction. Especially when
I saw my mother kneeling in front of me, her sexy lips, painted with bright red lipstick, tightly holding my shaft
, swaying her pink neck back and forth, and tossing her long black hair. Plus, my gaze was
looking down, taking in her naked, voluptuous appearance. I immediately felt
my rock-hard penis swell even more.
Soon, that indescribable, enveloping pleasure, like a powerful electric current,
flowed from my burning shaft throughout my body, and wherever that current passed, goosebumps—a tingling, itchy sensation—constantly appeared on my skin
.
(Oh...so this is how pleasurable it is! It's even better than masturbating! I feel like
I'm flying!)
I don't know if it's because I haven't masturbated in so long that my glans is so sensitive, or if my mom's blowjob technique is just too
good, but with her using both her hands and mouth, my penis quickly reached the point of ejaculation.
"Oh...Mom...so...so good, so comfortable...ah...Mom...I...can't take it, this is
too stimulating...I...I'm going to cum."
Although I tried to hold on a little longer, a large amount of my semen had already gathered at the exit, so I
didn't even have time to use rapid deep breaths to inhale it all back into my seminal vesicles, and it just gushed out uncontrollably.
I had initially thought that after hearing my declaration of ejaculation, Mom would open her mouth and help me with the final thrusts
. However, instead of opening her mouth as I expected, she began sucking on my penis
while rubbing my testicles. In less than three minutes, I couldn't help but shout, "Ah—Mom,
I'm coming!"
With that, my hips naturally thrust forward, and instantly, the thick, white semen that had been accumulating for days
gushed from my urethra, all of it landing perfectly in Mom's mouth.
At the same time, a feeling of relief and pleasure, a release of emotions that had been suppressed for days, made me unable to resist...
A satisfied groan escaped her lips as she grinned.
Only after the pleasure of ejaculation gradually faded, and my semi-erect penis slowly slid out of my mother's mouth, did I
finally collapse onto the sofa, panting and resting.
I had expected my mother to spit the semen into a tissue, but instead, she glanced at
me with a smile, then suddenly tilted her head back and swallowed my semen with a gulp.
(Mom…Mom actually swallowed my semen?!)
If the sight of my mother swallowing my semen surprised me, then
the scene of her using her tongue to clean the residue from my glans afterward was beyond shock—the visual
impact was immense.
Everything that happened today was so bizarre, so bizarre that I was momentarily at a loss, and
could only grab the drink on the table and gulp it down.
However, the moment the drink entered my mouth, I immediately realized something was wrong. Just as I was about to spit it back in,
a sharp voice suddenly rang in my ears: "Xiao Yan, how long has it been since you've had a handgun? Why does it taste so fishy?"
I couldn't help but spray out the mouthful of bitter beer.
"Tch! You brat, Xiao Yan, you can't drink and you still dare to drink! If you can't drink, fine, but don't spit it all over your mother
, honestly!"
My mother grumbled as she cleaned the filth off herself, picked up her large bag,
and went straight into the restroom, leaving me completely paralyzed, as if petrified.
"...It was your warm gaze that taught me to look forward with determination, reminding me not to give up when I fall
..."
The look in my mother's eyes when she helped me masturbate wasn't warm, but seductive and alluring. And from this experience, I
learned a lesson: as long as I have a firm will and don't give up easily, I will eventually achieve my dream.
(IV)
After my mother and I finished singing and returned home, she
went straight into the master bedroom under the pretext that "I drank a little too much just now, so I want to take a nap." I originally wanted to say something to her, but after seeing her slightly drunk
face, I could only swallow all my words and leisurely returned to my bedroom. I put my hands behind my head, leaned my upper body against the headboard, and 　　the exciting scene of my mother helping me masturbate in the KTV room
kept involuntarily appearing in my mind . 　　Although I had already ejaculated in the private room, just thinking about my mother squatting in front of me, completely unconcerned about her 　　exposed breasts and the wanton way she looked at me with seductive eyes as she sucked my penis, made my penis 　　instantly hard again. 　　"Ugh... what's been going on with Mom lately?! She... I... um... I really want Mom 　　to give me a blowjob again, that feeling is so amazing. Ugh... Mom... I love seeing you give me 　　a blowjob. Oh... those AV actresses are nothing compared to Mom 　　. Mom's nimble tongue, her sexy lips..." Thinking of this, I couldn't help but take off my pants 　　and lie on the bed, stroking my hard, swollen penis. 　　"Ahhh... if Mom would let me do it just once..." The thought 　　had barely crossed my mind when the sensitive glans felt the pleasure of impending ejaculation, making me involuntarily speed up my stroking motions while 　　grabbing the toilet paper from the bedside table. 　　"Oh~~ Mom, I want to...shoot all my semen into your cunt! Ah—" 　　The satisfied growl had barely escaped my lips when I felt my penis's ejaculation gates widen, and the fishy-smelling semen 　　gushed out instantly from my glans. 　　"Hoo...hoo...so good." 　　After cleaning the residue off my penis, I tossed the semen-filled toilet paper like a basketball. The 　　white 'sanitary ball' traced a perfect parabola in mid-air before landing precisely in the trash 　　can next to my desk. 　　"Thump!" 　　Hearing the crisp sound of the toilet paper hitting the bin, I immediately clenched my fist, raised it, and pulled it back forcefully, involuntarily letting out 　　a soft roar: "Yes! What a 'three-pointer'!" 　　With my pent-up lust completely released, I leaned back on the bed contentedly, unable to resist reliving 　　the scene that had excited me so much. 　　Although what my mother did to me not long ago was still a step away from my ultimate goal, I 　　was already very satisfied. 　　However, to be honest, I still can't believe what happened today. 　　My mother not only readily agreed to give me a handjob, but she even complied with my outrageous 　　request to give me a blowjob… It makes me suspect that she was either extremely traumatized or very 　　likely drunk. 　　But after I gave her oral sex, despite her anger at me for spraying beer on her, 　　she still walked steadily back to the bathroom, changed back into her t-shirt and jeans, and then, after paying the bill, we 　　walked out of the karaoke bar one after the other as if nothing had happened… If she were really drunk, she probably wouldn't even be able to walk properly, 　　let alone check the bill with the staff or haggle for 　　discounts. 　　If my mother wasn't drunk, then what traumatized her? Could it be like that classic line from a popular idol drama a while back 　　: "A married woman has three fears: a car accident, a ghost, and a mistress"... uh... no, 　　it's "a mistress," meaning Dad's having an affair? 　　The problem is, I've already ruled out the possibility of Dad having an affair, so what could it be? 　　Ah! Could Mom have encountered a terrifying suitor? 　　If so, shouldn't I stand up for Mom and do everything in my power to protect her from 　　any harm? 　　But where should I even begin? 　　Just as I was lost in thought, my phone on the table suddenly beeped with a text message notification. 　　Looking at the message bar, it was from Zhang Yanqing, and the message only contained a few words: "Open your mailbox 　　to receive emails." 　　"Damn it! What's that damn Yanqing up to now?"

Muttering to myself, I turned on my computer and logged into my email. There was an email with no subject. Opening
it, I found only a video attachment; there was no other text.
Curious, I downloaded and opened it. As soon as I heard a woman's moans coming from the speakers, I immediately
muted the sound.
"Damn! He didn't even tell me before sending porn. Huh? This… isn't that Ah Qing's mother? Does
he have another hidden camera video? But it doesn't look like her… Strange, the guy doing it to his mother from behind…"
When the screen finally showed the man's face, I couldn't help but curse, "
Damn! It's Ah Qing!"
This self-recorded video, though only about ten minutes long, had already shocked me immensely!
Zhang Yanqing actually kept his word!
— He had sex with his own mother…!
I put on my headphones and played the video of the mother and son having sex over and over again.
After confirming that the people on the screen were my best friend and his biological mother, my blood started to surge again. My penis, which had just ejaculated, was
uncontrollably erect again, making me masturbate three more times while watching the video, until my mother
called me out of the door to come out for dinner.
Dragging my slightly weak legs to the table, I ate a few bites of food, but my
mind was still filled with the lewd image of my best friend and his mother having sex, making my dinner tasteless
.
"Xiao Yan, what's wrong? Is the food not good today, or are you not feeling well?"
Hearing this, I looked up at my mother, and just then I saw that as she leaned forward slightly, her low-cut
t-shirt revealed most of her snow-white breasts.
Seeing my mother's firm, prominent breasts again, my heart started pounding wildly for no reason.
"Um...no...nothing," I mumbled, then quickly finished my
food and hurriedly said, "I'm full," before rushing back to my room. A short while later, I
dashed into the bathroom at almost a jog.
Although it was winter, Kaohsiung's geographical location meant it rarely felt the biting cold. However
, even though the outside world was now a silvery white, and the showerhead water was icy cold
, it couldn't extinguish the burning desire coursing through my body.
Counting the day, besides my mother helping me release during the day, I had just
masturbated four times in my room. In other words, I had ejaculated five times today; and while eating, an unintentional glimpse of my mother
's chest had caused my penis to quickly and tirelessly stand erect again, almost making me
want to hide in my room and release my pent-up desire once more.
To avoid exhausting myself, I rushed into the bathroom, trying to extinguish
the rekindled flames of desire with the cold water.
After what seemed like an eternity, the bathroom door, which I'd always left unlocked, suddenly opened. Without turning around
, I knew it was Mom bringing in a change of clothes.
"Xiaoyan, why are you taking a cold shower today?" Mom asked as she arranged my clothes.
"Uh… I think it's a bit hot, a cold shower is more comfortable," I quickly made up an excuse
, but my gaze involuntarily drifted towards Mom's chest.
My mother used to dress rather conservatively, so even when I saw her prominent nipples and learned
the secret that she wasn't wearing a bra, I was initially incredibly excited. However, after that initial excitement, and
now being able to "ignore" it, I thought I no longer
felt anything for her nipples. But after the stimulating events of the day, seeing her half-exposed, snow-white breasts and
that deep cleavage, my barely suppressed desire exploded again.
Because of this, I felt my tireless, hard penis suddenly grow even larger
.
However, my mother seemed oblivious to the subtle change in my groin. She
said in her usual calm tone, "Then hurry up and shower, because Mom wants to shower early today too," and then slowly
walked out of the bathroom.
I wanted to say to my mother, "Then why don't you shower with me, Mom?" but I couldn't bring myself to say it until she closed the door
.
"Uh..." I looked down at my erect penis, unsure what to do.
After thinking for a long time, reason finally prevailed. So I quickly took a shower,
shouted into the kitchen, "Mom, I'm done showering!" and hurried back to my room. Only when I heard the bathroom door open and close
did I leave my room and watch TV in the living room.
Having successfully distracted myself from my thoughts of my mother through the TV program, I suddenly heard
a few strange noises coming from the bathroom.
"Huh? That sound... is it Mom making it?"
I deliberately turned down the TV volume and then tiptoed towards the bathroom. As I got closer, the
muffled, intermittent strange sounds became clearer.
Separated by the door, I couldn't tell what was happening, but
judging from the sobbing, seemingly painful yet pleasurable sounds, it seemed my mother was crying and screaming in pain, yet also experiencing a strange pleasure.
I couldn't understand her reaction at all.
I pressed my ear against the door, listening intently for a while, but the strange sound kept
fluctuating in volume and frequency, making it impossible for me to pinpoint what was happening in the bathroom.
In desperation, I pounded on the door and asked, "Mom... what's wrong?"
The strange sound stopped abruptly as soon as I finished speaking; after a long pause, I received a response from my mother
: "Xiaoyan, what's wrong?"
Suddenly, I remembered how, shortly after we left the karaoke bar, she had almost
slipped and fallen, perhaps because she was drunk or hadn't noticed the uneven floor.
She had said her ankle was slightly twisted but not serious, but seeing how unsteady she was walking, it suddenly
occurred to me—was she hiding her injury to avoid worrying me, only revealing it now when the pain became unbearable?
Could she have accidentally yelled out?
Thinking of this possibility, I immediately asked her, "Um...Mom, does your foot still hurt?"
"No."
Hearing my mother's seemingly nonchalant tone, I was immediately puzzled.
(Strange? If her foot is fine, why was she yelling so loudly and in such pain in the bathroom?)
"But I clearly heard you...making sounds of pain in the bathroom..."
"Oh! Um...no...it's nothing." The voice from the bathroom paused. "Oh, maybe Mom just
massaged her feet and accidentally pressed too hard, causing her to yell in pain."
"Oh, that's good. I'm going to watch TV now." Although I felt something was off, since Mom kept
saying she was fine, I could only put aside my worries.
But as soon as I turned around, I heard Mom's voice again from behind the door: "Xiaoyan, if you...if you have
time now, come in and help Mom put these dirty clothes in the washing machine. Is that okay?"
Huh? Did I hear that right?!
Mom actually wants me to go in and get the dirty clothes?
This...this has never happened before.
In the past, even if Mom asked me to help with the laundry, she would leave the clothes by the door, or wait until she finished
showering to bring them to me. But today, she actually… asked me to come in?
That was so strange!
Just as I stood at the door, hesitating whether to open it and go in, I heard Mom say, “Xiaoyan, you
should wait outside for a bit. Mom will get your clothes.”
Hearing this, I couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief.
If Mom really had asked me to come in to get the clothes, I would have definitely thought that the woman showering in the bathroom
wasn’t my mom!
Because from childhood to adulthood, Mom would never ask me to come in while she was showering; however,
not long after the weight was lifted from my heart, for some reason, a strange sense of loss suddenly welled up inside me.
However, this feeling of loss turned into astonishment the moment Mom opened the door.
"Xiaoyan, I'm leaving these clothes to you."
I stared dumbfounded at the naked woman in front of me for a long while before stammering, "Ah
! Uh... Mom... you... why aren't you wearing any clothes?"
"Hmm, didn't you see Mom's taking a shower?"
"Oh." Staring intently at my mother's naked, sexy body, I subconsciously took
the laundry basket she handed me. For some reason, I blurted out, "Mom, you... you have a really good figure."
As soon as the words left my mouth, I immediately regretted them.
"Tch, you're just a kid who doesn't understand anything and talks nonsense... hurry up and take the clothes to wash."
Strangely, my mother's scolding wasn't harsh at all; it even seemed to have a hint of flirting
?!
The problem is, the woman in the bathroom is clearly my own mother! But why did I have such a strange
thought?
Could it be that my mother's actions were intentional, or rather, she was using this opportunity... to test
me?
If this hypothesis is true, then why would she do it?
Therefore, even after I threw the clothes into the washing machine, and even though I was already sitting on the sofa in the living room,
occasionally flipping through channels on the TV remote, my mind was still
preoccupied with my mother's strange behavior today.
Although I couldn't find the answer immediately, I couldn't deny that I quite liked my mother today, especially
the way she looked without clothes.
Hmm… that's not quite right. It should be said that I liked my mother showing me a different side of herself.
Although I'd watched many adult films before and knew that women's bodies held a great attraction for me, those women,
no matter how good their figures or how beautiful their faces, were just virtual figures I could see but couldn't touch. But
my mother had just stood naked in front of me… her slightly damp hair, her snow-
white body still glistening with water droplets… especially her round, full breasts, the thick, triangular "black forest" of her lower body,
and the mysterious slit hidden beneath… everything was not only real, but also incredibly close.
This visual impact was far more shocking and stimulating than any adult film actress on a computer screen.
(If Mom were willing to let me properly appreciate her body, or even let me personally experience
the things between a man and a woman...)
Thinking of this, I inadvertently thought of Zhang Yanqing and his mother...
Glancing at the alarm clock on my desk, I immediately rolled out of bed, picked up my phone, and dialed
a familiar number that I knew by heart.
"Hey, Ah Qing, it's me."
"Damn! Calling me so late for 'Chong San Xiao'?"
"Uh... I wanted to ask, is that self-shot video you sent me real... or fake?"
"Of course it's real! Hehe, how about it, exciting, right?"
"So how did you do it? I mean, how did you convince your mom?"
"Actually, I didn't need to convince her. I just showed her the secretly filmed sex video of her and that man. She just asked
me what I wanted to do, and I said I wanted to do 'that' with her. After that, she didn't say anything, just pulled me
onto the bed..."
I swallowed hard, unable to hide my curiosity, and asked, "Then... can you tell me,
what does it feel like to have sex with your mom? Is it good?"
"Nonsense! Of course it's amazing! Let me tell you, the pleasure of having sex with your mother is
worlds apart from masturbating. Hmm... Don't say I'm not taking care of you, after I've successfully 'trained' my mother, I'll have her help you
'grow up,' and let you experience that feeling of flying to heaven." "
Uh... you mean, you're willing to let me have sex with your mother?" As soon as I said that, my penis uncontrollably
hardened again.
"Otherwise what! Do you think I would invite you to my house just so you could watch me and my mother have sex while you masturbate
?"
"Then... is your... your mother willing?"
"Don't worry! Now I know that my mother is actually a 'salty' slutty woman. Ever since I..."
After sleeping with my mom, these past few days, unless that guy comes to her for sex, she demands I have sex with her
at least three times a day. Now my legs feel a little weak when I walk. Uh… good bro, I won't say more, because my
mom's telling me to hurry up and stop her itch. Hmm… just wait for my good news.”
The phone went silent as soon as he finished speaking.
From Zhang Yanqing's words, it was clear that his confrontation with his mother was completely effortless. It
felt as if his mother had been prepared all along, just waiting for him to bring it up.
If things were really as I suspected, could I use my good buddy's successful experience?
Just imagining my mom kneeling on the bed, letting me penetrate her mysterious hole from behind, moaning and begging
me to fuck her hard, made my penis instantly harder and longer, making me want to
ejaculate again.
To avoid dying from exhaustion, I had to keep taking deep breaths to calm myself down. However,
this continued for almost ten minutes without much effect.
Staring at my stubbornly erect penis, I was at a loss for what to do.
Just as I felt helpless about my physical changes, I suddenly heard soft footsteps outside the door,
making me abruptly stop pacing around the room. Then, a sudden thought flashed through my mind!
"That's it! Drink ice water! I can drink ice water to cool down."
But when I reached the door, I suddenly remembered that the footsteps I heard were from my mother; there was no one else there
. If I went out now, wouldn't
I be facing her? What if she saw my embarrassing state?
Hesitating in the room for a long time, feeling that the silence outside had returned, I eagerly
stepped out.
But to my utter surprise, the person I thought was going back to her room to sleep was standing in the kitchen with a glass of water
, looking at me with astonishment.
"Huh? Xiaoyan, you're still up so late?"
I was about to say something to my mother, but when I saw what she was wearing, all my words were
swallowed back in shock.
"Xiaoyan... Xiaoyan, what's wrong?"
After swallowing hard several times and thinking of the right words, I stammered, "Mom
... you... um, I've noticed you've changed a lot lately... you... um... did Dad do something to wrong
you?"
"No, why would you ask such a strange question?"
"Because you... you..." I pointed with my index finger at her t-shirt, which revealed her pubic hair.
My mother slightly tugged at the hem of her shirt, then calmly said, "Um... I
wasn't wearing any clothes when I went to sleep, but I suddenly felt thirsty in the middle of the night, so I just threw on some clothes to get a glass of
water. What's the big deal? By the way, do you want some water too?"
"Yes." I nodded.
"Here, this is for you."
"Mom, but I want it iced." I took a small sip of warm water and held the glass.
"Ugh, don't drink anything iced this late, it's bad for your health."
(Please! If your son doesn't drink some ice water to cool down, he'll be burning with lust!)
In my anxiety, I said with a hint of annoyance, "Oh, you don't understand. Fine, I'll
get the ice myself."
As I was about to slip past my mother and get some ice from the refrigerator behind her, she suddenly
changed her mind and said, "Okay, since you want ice water, Mom will get you some ice."
When I saw my mother stand on tiptoe in front of the refrigerator, raising her hands to turn the knob on the ice cube tray,
the hem of her t-shirt, which barely covered her lower body, was suddenly lifted up completely, revealing her round, perky buttocks and
the thick black forest between her legs. At that moment, already burning with desire, the sight of my mother's alluring lower body, 　　completely
exposed by no fabric, shattered the fragile walls of my heart . 　　I suddenly remembered what Zhang Yanqing had told me not long ago, and only one thought flashed through my mind: "My lustful 　　mother is using this method to hint to me, hoping I will take the initiative." 　　Overwhelmed by lust, I rushed behind my mother, 　　pulled down my pants without hesitation, and pressed my hard, burning penis against her buttocks, while tightly embracing her 　　soft body, still exuding the lingering fragrance of her bath. 　　Excitedly, I slowly brought my mouth to the back of her neck, greedily inhaling the scent of her hair. Just 　　as I was about to speak, expressing my love for my mother, she suddenly turned her head. 　　And so, without restraint, I kissed her moist, pink lips, while my already 　　erect penis slowly rubbed against her warm buttocks. 　　But to my utter surprise, my tender kiss was met with a stinging slap. 　　I covered my cheek, staring at my mother in disbelief, when she slapped me again hard, 　　pushed me away forcefully, and ran back to her room, crying. 　　The crisp click of the door locking instantly replaced my initial shock with regret 　　and anxiety. 　　(Uh…was I too hasty, or perhaps, my mother didn't even have those feelings for me?) 　　I clutched my burning cheek, anxiously staring at my mother's door; after a long while, seeing that the door still 　　showed no sign of opening, I realized that my actions had caused irreparable harm to my mother. 　　Overwhelmed with remorse, I immediately ran to my mother's door, knocking and shouting, "Mom... 　　I'm sorry, please open the door!" 　　"Zhou Yanbo, I don't have a son like you, a beast! Get out! Get as far away as possible!" 　　Hearing my mother's furious roar through the door, even though I was terrified, I still forced myself to say, 　　"Mom, I'm sorry, what happened just now was all my fault for acting impulsively, please forgive me?" 　　"I don't want to hear it! Get out! Get out... Waaaaah..." 　　After that, no matter how much I knocked or apologized, my mother refused to open the door and speak to me, leaving me heartbroken 　　.

Unable to gain my mother's forgiveness, I was at a loss for what to do.
Feeling utterly dejected, I walked out of the house, circled the neighborhood, and finally returned to the
rooftop terrace. I sat in my mother's usual spot, and then, without thinking, I began to recall
all the little things we'd shared from childhood until what had just happened. Finally, I couldn't hold back my tears and burst into sobs.
As I cried, I unconsciously remembered a Cantonese song that held special meaning for me, and I began to hum it softly
.
"A pair of hands beyond compare, always offering warmth from behind,
nagging yet always caring, I feel so guilty for not appreciating them.
………………………
How can I ever repay such kindness? Their love is boundless, please allow me to say I truly love you."
I hummed this song repeatedly, my heart growing heavier with each note. Towards the end, I looked up at the sparsely starry
night sky and murmured, "Mom, I'm sorry, so sorry, but I really couldn't help myself just now.
Who told you to be so beautiful, so gentle and understanding… I thought you understood my feelings,
that's why you dressed so provocatively to hint at them, but… it was all just wishful thinking on my part."
Since Mom has no feelings for me and won't forgive my actions, what's
the point of my life?
I looked at the wall ahead, which had no high railings, and thought, "If I jump from there, will I
die instantly? Hmm... if I can't die immediately, I'd better not jump, because I don't want to become a
half-dead vegetable. But then again, if I jump and not only survive, but also accidentally
travel through time, I hope I can go back to the time before my parents started dating, and then directly replace my father, making my mother
my wife. That way, maybe I wouldn't love my mother so painfully..."
Thinking of this, I couldn't help but stand up and carefully move slowly towards the wall. Unexpectedly, I had
only taken a few steps forward when I suddenly heard urgent shouts from the top of the stairs.
"Xiao Yan, Xiao Yan, where are you?"
Huh?
It's Mom?
It really is Mom?!
Did Mom come up to find me?!
Hmm... but... will she forgive me?
Will she slap me again in anger?
When I stood about a meter away from the wall, I heard my mother shout urgently, "Xiaoyan,
why are you so close to the wall?! Come back quickly, be careful not to fall!"
At that moment, the tears I thought I had cried out finally burst forth like a flood. "Mom,
I'm sorry, I...I..."
"Silly child, you can talk to Mom properly, don't do anything foolish,"
I sobbed. "But what I just said to you..."
"Don't say anymore, Mom knows you didn't mean it. Actually, it's all Mom's fault. Mom always thought
you were still a naive child, so I dressed casually. I didn't expect you to react so strongly
. Hmm... from now on, Mom will pay more attention to what she wears at home to avoid making you overthink things."
"No! Mom, I...I actually really...love seeing...seeing Mom looking sexy..."
After saying this, which I would never normally dare to say, I thought Mom would be furious. But to my surprise,
after hearing this, she unhesitatingly took off her shorts, pulled up the hem of her long t-shirt, revealing her private
parts, and said to me with a smile, "Xiao Yan, do you want to see Mom here? If you really
jump down from there, you won't see anything."
"Uh...Mom...you?!" I stared wide-eyed at the woman in front of me in disbelief.
"Silly child, didn't Mom tell you, 'From now on, whenever you have any physical needs, Mom will help
you,' but the premise is that you have to talk to Mom properly, instead of using force. Mom was just
startled by your sudden actions, which is why I was so angry with you, but no matter what, we are the closest
family... You should know that Mom usually lets it go after she's angry, so don't take it too seriously. Okay?"
"Really? You really don't blame me?" I asked, doubtful.
"My good son, come here!" Mom opened her arms and looked at me. "You are Mom's only precious darling,
how could Mom blame you? Come here, let Mom give you a good hug."
At this moment, I finally couldn't contain my excitement and shouted, "Mom!" Then, I immediately rushed into
Mom's arms and hugged her tightly.
Just as I was still immersed in the joy of Mom forgiving me, she suddenly cupped my face and then
kissed me without my understanding.
Suddenly, soft lips pressed against mine, and I stared wide-eyed at the beautiful woman before me
.
The warm, soft touch lasted only a few seconds before separating, and before I could
recover from my initial surprise and shock, my mother hooked her arm around my neck and kissed me hard on the lips again. Then, she put her arm around
my shoulder and said, "Okay, this kiss means you've forgiven Mom, and Mom forgives you. Since
everything's alright, let's go home and sleep."
I finally came to my senses, nodded slightly to my mother, and took her hand
as we walked down the steps, our hearts filled with complex emotions, in silence, all the way home.
Seeing my mother about to turn and go back to her room, I thought, "Since she's forgiven me, and
judging from her exaggerated and strange behavior just now, maybe I can ask her for something more, like I did at the karaoke bar during the day?"
Thinking this, I couldn't help but tighten my grip on her hand and say, "Um... Mom."
"What?"
After staring at my mother for a few seconds, I finally mustered the courage to say what was on my mind: "I...
can I sleep with you tonight?"
"No! Your dad's back tomorrow morning, we'll talk about it another day."
Her firm refusal still echoed in my ears as my mother's mature and sexy figure disappeared behind the closed door
.
Lying on the bed, feeling utterly lost, I stared blankly at the ceiling, my mind filled with the image of my mother's refusal to sleep with me.
The words of "sleeping together under the same blanket" echoed.
"Damn it! Why did Dad have to come back at this time! If he had come back a day later, wouldn't I
have been able to sleep with Mom? Seriously! Such a good opportunity tonight. Sigh...wait, that's not right! Mom
just said, 'Dad will be back tomorrow, we'll talk about it another day'...Hmm...does she mean that
if Dad isn't home, I can sleep with her?!"
If Mom is willing to let me into her bed, is there any chance we can take things further?
※ ※※
I spent a sleepless night, filled with anxiety and uncertainty. When I woke up the next morning, it was already past ten o'clock. Luckily,
it's winter break, otherwise my hard-earned perfect attendance record would have been ruined.
Rubbing my sleepy eyes, I stepped out of my room and scanned the living room and kitchen, only to find that there wasn't a single
person in the house.
Because my dad is often away on business trips, and my mom likes to go to the nearby
traditional market with the neighbors on weekends and holidays, I was used to this. But as my drowsy sleep completely disappeared, I
suddenly felt that something was wrong with the scene before me.
After thinking for a while, I finally realized why.
Last night, my mom told me that my dad would be back early this morning, which was why she wouldn't let me sleep in her bed. But looking at
the empty house now, it meant that my dad hadn't come home yet.
So, either my dad's schedule suddenly changed, or my mom was lying to me.
"Strange, would my mom lie to me? Last time she solemnly warned me that one shouldn't break their word, so she
shouldn't lie to me, right? But... what if... she really did lie to me? And why would she do that?"
I originally wanted to call my mom to ask her the truth, but then I thought, even if she really did lie to me, so what?
After figuring this out, although I still had a lot of questions, I lost the motivation to find out the truth.
My gaze inadvertently drifted to the clock on the wall, and I suddenly remembered that although it was Saturday,
I still had to attend tutoring classes. So, after a quick wash, I rushed to the tutoring center.
However, after yesterday's series of dramatic events, and with winter break starting now, even though I was
at tutoring, my mind was still preoccupied with my mother's bizarre behavior.
Because of this, time seemed to drag on exceptionally slowly today.
I finally made it to the end of the last afternoon class and immediately dashed out of the tutoring classroom, catching the first elevator downstairs. Just then, I saw
a bus swaying slowly approaching from afar, allowing me to get home as quickly as possible.
"Mom, I'm home!"
I shouted as I hurried home, expecting to see my mother dressed in revealing clothes,
bustling around the house. But reality always seems to contradict expectations.
The living room was cold and deserted; the kitchen was spotless, without the roar of the range hood or
the enticing aroma of food.
"Mom...Mom..." I called out several times into the empty house, but received no response.
"Strange, has Mom not come back yet, or did she come back and go out again?"
I muttered as I returned to my room. Just as I was about to put down my backpack, I suddenly noticed a letter on my desk. The
envelope, unstamped and lacking both sender and recipient addresses, only bearing the words "To Xiaoyan
" written in a red box, immediately piqued my curiosity.
"Strange, in this day and age, why would anyone write a letter like this? Hmm, look at the handwriting and the salutation... Ah! Could it
be from Mom?!"
Thinking of this possibility, I eagerly opened the unsealed envelope and pulled out
the letter.
Unfolding the letter nervously, I froze upon seeing the first line!
Because it started with:
"Xiaoyan:
First, I want to apologize! Because Mom played such a big joke on you yesterday. I hope
you can forgive Mom for what she did to you, which went beyond the bounds of a normal mother-son relationship."
Mom's actions yesterday were just a joke?
Then… this joke—
is really not funny!
I originally thought Mom's bold actions were because she understood my feelings, and that she felt the same
way. I never imagined it would all turn out to be just a nonsensical joke?!
Was yesterday April Fool's Day?
Besides, what mother would play such an absurd joke on her own son?!
In an instant, my initial joy turned to
anger and embarrassment at being deliberately tricked after seeing the first line.
I initially wanted to tear the letter to shreds in anger, but seeing the entire page filled with writing, I
finally suppressed my rage and slowly read on.
However, as I continued reading from the second line, my mouth involuntarily opened wider and wider, and
my eyes widened even more as the content became increasingly scathing and explicit.
"...Actually, strictly speaking, the culprit behind my actions is you
, my little devil!
If you hadn't made me watch you masturbate that time, I wouldn't have these worries and changes now. So,
tell me, shouldn't you take full responsibility?
Okay, Mom was just kidding. Actually, Mom has never blamed you. On the contrary, I think you're very brave
because you dared to do that kind of thing in front of me. I think not every boy can do that.
Since that day, Mom has been very conflicted and struggling. Because I don't know if
what you did that day was impulsive or had some other purpose. But now none of that matters, because Mom has been
through what you're like now, and after this period of calm reflection, I suddenly realized something!
Something I can't even believe myself!
Mom seems to...become in love with you!
This love isn't the familial love between mother and son, but the feeling of a girl purely liking a boy. I
think it should be called unrequited love, right?
Yes!"
Mom has been secretly in love with you for a while now, but I haven't dared to say it out loud in front of you.
Why? Have
you heard of "incest"?
Whether it's a mother falling in love with her son, or a son falling in love with his mother, it's considered a taboo incestuous relationship, not
allowed by social morality, and impossible to confess in public.
So, Mom can only bury this love deep in her heart, and
secretly observe you, my little devil who's already grown a big tail, by deliberately giving you a change of clothes.
You know, every time Mom pretends to be calm while looking at your huge physical changes down there, I'm actually
very scared and worried inside. Because Mom doesn't know where these changes come from, and whether you're thinking about anything
lewd at that moment?
Hmm, if you're fantasizing about seeing Mom's body, then Mom is actually very happy! Because my
precious son has finally grown up, and is a normal man who likes girls. This way, Mom doesn't have to worry about
you bringing a boy home one day and announcing that he's your girlfriend. (Laughs)
To be honest, if that's the case, Mom isn't mentally prepared
for it, and I'm sure your dad wouldn't want to see that happen either, right?
You might be wondering why Mom is telling you all this, and why her tone
is so strange.
Son, don't be too surprised!
Because even I can't believe it myself!
Yesterday, Mom did some things that went beyond what's morally acceptable, actually testing
your reaction and whether I had the courage to be honest with you.
I think I did!
Although I complained to you after I helped you masturbate and even swallowed your semen, I was actually
very excited inside. Because when I saw the happy smile on your face after you ejaculated,
I suddenly felt a sense of accomplishment in helping my son solve his problem.
Mom really wants to do this for you again!
However, your physiological problem is solved, but Mom's physiological problem isn't!
Xiaoyan, can you help Mom?
Hmm… I'll let you in on a secret. Yesterday at the karaoke bar, I deliberately dressed so provocatively, and
when I saw your surprised expression, I felt a strange, inexplicable sense of humiliation and pleasure.
That's why I've realized that since my opinion of you changed, my own mindset has undergone a huge
shift.
I feel like my mindset has become lewd because of you.
Please don't laugh at me, or feel ashamed to have a mother like this.
Although I could keep this secret, I'm really scared!
I'm afraid that by suppressing my true feelings too much, I might accidentally hurt you and your father. So, if possible
, would you be willing to help me, to face my lewd inner world openly, and to get through this awkward
transition period together? I'm only telling you these things— 　　things only adults can discuss—
because I consider you an adult . 　　God knows how much courage it took for me to reveal such explosive, private gossip to you? 　　My dear son, if you can accept that your mother actually has a lewd nature, forgive your mother for her actions that go beyond 　　the normal mother-son relationship, and keep this little secret between us, then when you finish reading this 　　letter and walk out of your room to see your mother, could you give her a loving kiss and hug to cheer her up, 　　and then face this huge change in my body and mind together? Okay? 　　PS1: Do you remember our promise to go to the hot springs together next Tuesday? 　　Originally, I didn't want to tell you too soon, planning to give you a surprise, but plans never keep up with 　　changes. 　　Since we broke our mother-son relationship early yesterday, I don't want to hide it from you anymore. 　　If you want to know about that aspect of relationships between men and women that day, I'll secretly tell you, I can definitely satisfy 　　your curiosity. 　　PS2: Regarding your request to sleep with me yesterday, and my refusal because "Dad will be home early 　　," it's because I know that if I let you into my bed, our relationship will definitely undergo a 　　complete transformation. Because Mom didn't want this memorable moment to come too soon, I had to tell 　　you a white lie, hoping you can forgive me. Okay? 　　Mom. 　　After reading the whole letter, my hands, which were tightly gripping the paper, trembled uncontrollably. Although I 　　tried to take deep breaths to calm my overly excited emotions, the violently shaking paper betrayed my 　　true feelings. 　　After reading it several times to confirm that it was written by Mom herself, I immediately turned and rushed out of the room, 　　wanting to give Mom a happy hug. But seeing the empty living room and kitchen, my initial excitement 　　cooled down instantly, like being doused with a bucket of cold water. 　　I turned back to my room, carefully hiding this letter—whether it should be called a confession or a love letter— 　　in the deepest part of the drawer before leaving. After pouring myself a glass of ice water, I sat on the sofa in the living room, watching TV while 　　waiting for Mom. 　　(So the problem that's been troubling Mom for so long was actually with me!? But then again, 　　haven't I been the same way? Now I truly understand Mom's feelings, but how should I 　　treat her from now on?) 　　I was absentmindedly watching TV for what seemed like forever. When the metal door opened and closed, I subconsciously 　　looked up and glanced casually. When I saw the figure entering, I excitedly jumped up from the sofa 　　and rushed to the door. 　　I originally wanted to throw myself into Mom's arms and tell her what I'd been holding back for so long, but when 　　the distance between us was only three steps, and I opened my arms for a loving hug, 　　the memory of being slapped several times last night suddenly flashed through my mind.

Under the shadow of this emotional turmoil, I slammed on the brakes, stopping just an arm's length away from her.
I opened my arms and said, "Mom, I really love you."
Hearing my heartfelt confession, Mom smiled through her tears and hugged me tightly, her voice choked with emotion. "Thank
you, Xiaoyan. But you have to promise Mom you won't do anything foolish
like leaving without saying goodbye or hurting yourself again, making Mom sad and upset. Okay?"
"Okay,"
I nodded, gazing at Mom's mature and beautiful face. A surge of warmth welled up inside me, and I couldn't help but
slowly bring my lips to her pink lips, glossy with peach lip gloss.
This time, Mom didn't flinch; instead, she slowly closed her eyes. With her tacit consent, I
kissed her without hesitation, and she hugged me tightly the instant our lips touched.
If we don't count my stolen kiss with Mom last night, and her sudden kiss, then this kiss
is truly my first kiss.
Despite having watched many adult films, filled with intimate scenes of men and women kissing, when I actually experienced this kind of intimacy
, I was completely at a loss, unsure of what to do next.
My mother seemed to read my mind; her lips slightly parted from mine, and then her tongue extended
, licking my trembling, dry lips. Then, with her wet, agile tongue, she slowly pried open my
lips, sliding into my slightly parted mouth.
Completely inexperienced at kissing, I could only passively let my mother's nimble tongue, fragrant with lip gloss,
tease and swirl in my mouth, occasionally hooking my stiff tongue and licking the saliva that had unknowingly trickled down to the corners
of my mouth.
Even after her fragrant tongue withdrew from my mouth, I remained stiffly clinging to my mother's soft body, staring
at her in disbelief.
"Xiaoyan, can you let go of Mom now? You're holding me so tight, I can hardly breathe."
"Oh." I loosened my grip slightly, then hugged Mom even tighter. "Mom, I don't want to. I want to
hold you like this forever. I'm afraid... I'm so afraid that if I let go, you'll leave me, or tell me it was just a
joke."
"Silly child, I've already told you what's on my mind, don't you believe Mom? Hmm...
If you don't let go, what will your father think when he suddenly comes back and sees us like this?"
"I don't care what he thinks, I just want to hold you, to have you... Mom, I... I actually want...
want... want to make love with you." As I finished speaking, I still held her tightly, anxiously watching her
constantly fluttering eyelashes.
"Hmph! I knew it, you!" Mom suddenly gave me a sharp peck on the lips. "Didn't I
say in my letter that when we go to the hot springs next Tuesday, I'll definitely let you understand things between men and women? To put it
bluntly, if you really don't mind that Mom is an old woman, I'd be happy to help you 'grow up
' that day. I think that's clear enough."
"Really? Mom, are you serious?" I asked, my eyes wide with disbelief.
"Yes." Mom nodded slightly, a blush suddenly appearing on her fair cheeks.
Seeing Mom showing such a shy, girlish side for the first time, I couldn't help but become even more infatuated with her.
"Alright, now you can let go of Mom, right?"
"Um... but Mom, I... you..."
"What? Are you thinking about something lewd again?"
"Uh... Mom, why not today?" Now that things were out in the open, I started to grow bolder
.
"Because, your dad could be back at any time; besides, I haven't cooked dinner yet. So
, how much time do you think we have left?"
"Well..." My previously excited mood instantly plummeted.
"Okay, just bear with it for a few more days. Be good." Mom kissed me on the lips as I let go
, then patted my head, trying to soothe me.
Although I was unwilling, I had no choice but to obey her arrangement, considering Mom's deliberate attempt to please me
.
However, these past few days since Dad came back, every night when I heard Mom's incredibly seductive moans coming from the master bedroom,
I really wanted to kick Dad off the bed and take his place, satisfying
her with everything I could.
※ ※※
After enduring for several days, the day finally arrived to go to the hot springs with Mom.
Actually, after learning the day before that Dad was away on a business trip, I asked Mom to sleep with me again that night
, but Mom, perhaps not ready or too reserved? In short, no matter how much I pleaded
and begged, she simply wouldn't agree.
She even went so far as to declare, "If you continue to act unreasonably, all of Mom's promises to you are null and void," firmly maintaining her bottom line.
Having said all that, even though I was unwilling, I could only reluctantly compromise. But
a thought suddenly flashed through my mind:
"If I really do become an adult tomorrow, I'm going to train Mom to be like Zhang Yanqing's mother
, a wanton mother at my beck and call, or even my—exclusive sex slave."
With this thought in mind, the next morning before leaving the house, I immediately
asked her to change into revealing clothes for me, claiming I "like seeing Mom dressed sexy. "
At first, Mom sternly refused, but after my persistent and gentle pleading, she reluctantly agreed
.
Although she only changed into a spaghetti-strap t-shirt that subtly revealed her cleavage, paired with ordinary denim shorts, I
was already very satisfied.
After leaving home, my mother drove, chatting casually with me the whole way, as if
we were simply on a trip.
After about two hours of driving, we arrived at a hot spring hotel in Guanziling, Tainan, which looked quite upscale.
My mother showed no sign of nervousness or anxiety, and even
when the receptionist seemed to look at us strangely, she remained calm and didn't say much.
Carrying my light luggage, I entered the guest room and couldn't help but
exclaim in disbelief at the furnishings and decor.
A large round bed draped with pale yellow lace curtains stood in the center of the room;
although the furniture was sparse, its European royal style made me feel as if I were in
the royal palace of a medieval principality.
At the far end of the room was a bright floor-to-ceiling window, leading to a sizable balcony
enclosed in transparent glass. This provided both security and privacy, and offered a panoramic view of the lush green mountains in the distance,
a sight that soothed the soul and cleansed the mind and body.
Curious, I stepped onto the balcony. There, I found a round wooden table with two glasses of
fresh juice decorated with fresh orchids, inviting me to sit and enjoy the beautiful scenery
while sipping the refreshing drinks provided by the hotel.
"Wow! Mom, this place is amazing!" I exclaimed to my mother, turning back to her from the balcony.
"Yes, this place is really nice." Mom put down her bag, walked in front of me, and looked out the window
at the beautiful scenery.
Looking at Mom's long, slender neck, her snow-white shoulders covered only by two thin blue-green straps,
and her smooth, bare back, I couldn't help but walk behind her. This time, I carefully
wrapped my arms around her delicate body and whispered in her ear, "Mom, you're so beautiful."
"Really?" Mom tilted her head to look at me.
"Hmm." I nodded slightly in response, then slowly leaned forward and lightly touched her glistening
red lips. "Mom, so today... are you... really willing to help me become an adult?"
"You," Mom lightly poked my forehead, gazing at me with seductive eyes, "really that much?"
"Of course! I've been waiting for this day for so long. Actually... actually I really want... really want Mom
to help me lose my virginity."
"Pfft!" Mom suddenly punched my shoulder hard, laughing as she said, "You really are something, I told
you to study more but you wouldn't listen. Losing virginity is for women, as for boys... Mom still prefers to call
it—'becoming an adult.'" "
Whatever. Mom, we already agreed. Is it okay?" "
Tch! Who's so direct? Or are all young people these days so direct? Don't you
feel embarrassed?"
"Huh?" Sensing the implication in Mom's words, I couldn't help but ask, "What do you mean by 'young people these days'?"
"Who else has told you these things?"
"Uh...no...no one."
Seeing my mother's shifty, guilty eyes, I was immediately filled with anger and pressed her relentlessly
, "Mom, you said you should be honest, why are you trying to lie to me again?"
"Uh...okay, Mom will tell you the truth, it's...it's Aunt Linghan's son."
"Aunt Linghan's son? You mean...her Qihua, who's going to be a high school freshman this year? He...
what did he say to you?"
"This...this..." My mother hesitated for a long time before saying, "It's...it
's that Aunt Linghan had a relationship with Qihua more than a year ago, and now they're playing some kind of
master-slave training game..."
Speaking of Aunt Linghan and her son Jiang Qihua, we have to mention the relationship between our two families.
Aunt Linghan's surname is Shang. She works at the same company as my mother and used to live downstairs from my house. Later, for
some reason, she moved away, but her new home is actually not far from my house.
Her son, Jiang Qihua, is two years older than me and was my senior in elementary and junior high school. However,
although we went to the same school, due to the age gap and not living in the same community, my acquaintance with him
was limited to occasional greetings and casual conversations when we bumped into each other on campus or the street
.
Ever since I deliberately masturbated in front of my mother, she developed strange feelings for me
.
After struggling internally for a long time, my mother finally confided this private matter to Aunt Linghan. Some time later
, my mother learned that when Qihua was in the third year of junior high school, Aunt Linghan had "taught him
the correct way to clean his foreskin" one night and then sexually assaulted this young boy, and the two of them officially started an incestuous relationship.
After this incestuous relationship lasted for a while, one day when Qihua came home, he suddenly brought up the idea of
playing a master-slave BDSM game with Aunt Linghan.
The situation was predictable, and the response was a severe beating, which led Qi Hua to storm off home in a huff.
However, the very next day, Aunt Ling Han found out where he was staying and brought him home from the neighbor's house. She
even agreed to play master-slave training games with him, thus becoming Qi Hua's exclusive sex slave. My mother 　　only learned of this explosive gossip
on the afternoon she gave me the confession letter, during a gathering with Aunt Ling Han and her son at a coffee shop . 　　After my mother explained the whole story, I was speechless with shock. 　　(Is this world too crazy, or is incest between mother and son just normal? And both Zhang 　　Yanqing and Zhao Qi Hua actually had the idea of training mothers, wanting to turn them into slutty sex slaves?! 　　Could it be that we are all incestuous—fellow sufferers with a mother fetish?) 　　Thinking about this, my penis instantly became erect. 　　"Xiao Yan, what...what lewd thing are you thinking about now?" 　　"Ah! What?" I snapped out of my daze and realized that my already erect penis was pressing against 　　my mother's lower abdomen. 　　Seeing that she wasn't angry at all, but instead showed a shy, girlish demeanor, my heart warmed, and I blurted out 　　, "Mom, I...I also want to play a master-slave BDSM game with you." 　　"Ah! What?!" My mother was taken aback at first, then smiled in an ambiguous way 　　and said, "That depends on...whether you have the ability to make your mother willing to acknowledge you as her master?" 　　"Hmm?" After hearing what my mother said, I didn't understand for a moment, but 　　after seeing the shy yet eager look on my mother's face, I finally realized.

(So Mom wasn't just saying she felt particularly wanton... then I...)
Thinking of this, I could no longer suppress my lust. I picked up Mom and, amidst her surprised
gasps, carried her to the large round bed in the center of the room.
Setting her down, I pressed myself against her, my lips naturally meeting her soft,
warm, and subtly fragrant lips.
Unlike the awkwardness of our first kiss, these past few nights I'd been "eavesdropping" on pornographic
films on my computer, constantly imitating and learning various kissing techniques and positions in my mind.
Now, I could finally put those skills to good use.
I started by lightly tasting her delicious lips, then followed with a passionate kiss, then extended my tongue,
parting her soft lips and sliding it into her fragrant mouth, searching for the
playful tongue that had teased my tongue last time.
At first, Mom kept her eyes closed, letting me savor the fragrance of her lips. But when I forced open her slightly
parted mouth, she suddenly opened her eyes, looking at me with her lips slightly parted as if she had seen something incredible.
Completely immersed in desire, I ignored Mom's reaction and immediately thrust my tongue into her
mouth, swirling and licking her fragrant tongue.
Although Mom closed her eyes again soon after, her nimble tongue refused to be outdone, licking and
intertwining with mine. Sometimes her tongue acted like a valiant general defending a fortress, pushing my invading tongue out of her mouth; other times, it acted like
a treacherous minister, guiding it straight into her mouth.
We kissed passionately for an unknown amount of time, exchanging copious amounts of saliva, and then couldn't
help but kiss passionately again until I was almost breathless. Only then did I reluctantly leave the entanglement of our tongues and lie down beside Mom,
panting.
"Xiaoyan, how come your kissing skills have suddenly become so amazing?" Mom turned to the side, looking at me.
"Hehe... of course I learned it from watching porn." I turned over to face Mom.
"Tch, didn't I tell you to stop watching those things?"
Seeing Mom's slightly reproachful expression, I retorted even more confidently, "Who told you
to moan so loudly every time you make love with Dad? What am I supposed to do if I don't watch porn and masturbate? Go watch your lovemaking in your room?"
"Ah! You brat, how dare you eavesdrop on me and your dad..."
Before Mom could finish speaking, I caught my breath and sealed her soft lips with mine again.
My hands, trembling violently with nervousness, pulled up Mom's thin-strapped t-shirt with one hand, and the other hand followed, frantically unbuttoning her pants
.
Mom was not displeased with my rough behavior at all; instead, she showed a look of infatuation, as if my
actions would arouse her desire even more.
Since my mother showed no displeasure, I, in the throes of heightened excitement, had long since cast aside all reason
. At that moment, only one thought lingered in my mind: "I want her."
After a rough tearing motion, her mature body, now completely naked, was
so incredibly sexy in my eyes, and the moans escaping her lips with each heave of her chest only fueled my ecstasy.
Quickly stripping off my clothes, I pressed my already erect, fiery penis against my mother's
wet and glistening vulva, and thrust forward with the force of a drawn bow, easily
penetrating a peculiar—tight and wet—space.
"Oh~~ Xiao Yan, I didn't expect your penis to be so big..."
"Ah~~ Mom... Mom... I... I've finally united with you. Ugh... You... it feels so good,
so good..."
"Hmm... Mom feels so good too, so satisfied. You... you move faster, make Mom feel even better..."
"Mom... you... you're so lewd... Oh... so... so this is what sex feels like
, it's even better than masturbation. Mom..."
Although I really wanted to learn from the male actors in porn movies and use different techniques to satisfy my mother,
the pleasure of my glans being tightly wrapped and gripped by the hot vaginal walls made me forget where I was, let alone those fancy tricks like nine shallow thrusts and one deep thrust,
eight shallow thrusts and two deep thrusts, or swirling and teasing. At this moment, all I wanted to do was desperately thrust my lower body, enjoy my mother's
warm and slippery vaginal walls, and listen to her moans that made me even more excited as I thrust in and out
.
"Ugh... Little... Little Yan, big-dicked son... Mom feels so good being fucked by you... You... You...
harder... Fuck... You shameless, lewd mother... Oh... Ah... I... I'm almost
there... Ah... Ah... I'm... I'm here..."
Mom's satisfied and high-pitched moans still echoed in my ears when I immediately felt a surge of hot, powerful liquid
suddenly gush onto my sensitive glans, making me shudder involuntarily with pleasure. This caused my ejaculation to open wide, and
I couldn't help but shoot all the pent-up semen into Mom's vagina.
"Ahhh... Mom—I... I came—"
I lay on top of Mom until my limp penis slid out of her vagina after ejaculating. Only then did I roll over and
lie beside her, panting and savoring the almost heavenly feeling.
(Oh... So this is what sex feels like! No wonder Dad always makes sure to have sex with Mom when he comes home from business trips
...)
I turned my head, and Mom turned her head as well. My mother and I exchanged a glance. Suddenly, she
kissed me on the lips, blushing, and said, "Xiao Yan, thank you for bringing me such different kinds of happiness. Hmm...
how do you feel now that you're all grown up?"
"Hmm... I feel really happy being with Mom." Saying this, I immediately hugged her
and whispered in her ear, "Mom, if I could, I want to be with you forever. Because...
I really, really love you."
"Xiao Yan..."
Looking at my mother's luscious, soft lips, I couldn't resist kissing her again; our tongues intertwined passionately for a long
time, and after reluctantly separating, I suddenly remembered something.
"Mom..."
"What is it?"
"I... I couldn't help but ejaculate inside... will you...?"
As soon as I finished speaking, I saw my mother give me a mischievous smile, gently poking my forehead and saying, "What if I get pregnant with
your child? Would you want to have it?"
"Uh… I…"
I was just acting on impulse, and with my mother so cooperative, I really hadn't thought that far ahead. But now that I felt
liberated and satisfied, her sudden question caught me off guard.
Honestly, getting my mother pregnant with my child would be incredibly exciting, but if she actually gave birth
… and then she wanted me to take care of it, I felt it would be such a hassle.
Just as I was about to say something against my conscience, Mom chuckled, "Silly child, I
made a mistake once when I was young, how could I possibly make the same mistake again? Hehehe... Don't worry, I
started taking birth control pills a long time ago for this day, so you don't need to worry about that."
"Ugh! Mom, you..." I wanted to curse her out, but the words caught in my throat as I suddenly remembered
what Mom had just said. After thinking about it carefully, I couldn't help but stare at her with wide eyes, "You... you mean... I
can ejaculate inside you without a condom today?"
Mom blushed and nodded slightly, "As long as your stamina is still good, I'm willing to cooperate with you."
"Then... what if I said I wanted you to become my sex slave and accept my training?"
"Xiao Yan, then prove it to Mom, see if you can satisfy Mom and make her willingly
call you 'Master'."
"Mom...can I...can I do it again now?"
The words had barely left my lips when Mom's eyes widened in disbelief. She
glanced at my crotch, then gasped in surprise, "Xiao Yan, you...you just ejaculated,
how come you're hard again?"
"Because I love Mom! Mom, how's it going?" I asked in a coquettish tone, kneading her soft breasts
.
"Hehe, until you get a girlfriend, Mom will be your closest...fuck partner for now."
"I want you to be my sex slave, call me master!"
"Then prove it to me! Come on, love Mom one more time."
Before the words were even finished, I eagerly thrust my newly erect penis into
the place that had once nurtured me, beginning another round of the master-slave recognition game...
"...There's no way to repay your kindness enough; your love is boundless. Please allow me to say, I truly love
you..."
Mom, I truly love you.
(The End
)

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