[Rectifying Love] Chapter Fourteen: The Enticement Plan

Chapter Fourteen: The Enticement Plan
I looked at the video camera in my hand, puzzled, and asked, "What's so special about this video camera? Mom isn't an actress;
it can't just film whatever it wants her to act out."
"It's not the video camera's function, it's the recording from earlier!"
"Then I'm even more confused. If Mom knows about that recording, she'll skin us alive!
What else can it do with it?"
"Don't worry, as long as you follow my plan, I guarantee Mom will become your sex slave!" With that,
my sister leaned close to my ear and whispered her plan.
I nodded and said, "Okay, this plan is highly feasible. My sister is so thoughtful; women
understand women better!" Then I looked at my sister more closely, feeling even more affection for her. After her climax, my sister was even more
alluring and captivating. I couldn't help but lean in for a kiss. My sister wasn't shy this time, her pink lips meeting mine. We embraced
and made love again.
After dinner on Saturday night, my sister made up an excuse, saying she was throwing a birthday party for a female colleague and would
be staying at her house all night, leaving my mother and me at home. The first step of the plan had begun.
As soon as my sister left, I said to my mother in a spoiled manner, "Dear Mom, can you help me take a bath tonight?
You haven't helped me take a bath since my sister came back!"
Hearing this, a few blushes appeared on my face, my eyes flickered, and I said seriously, "Aren't you ashamed
? I am! If you hadn't been injured, I wouldn't have bothered with you! I only feel at ease when you're independent!"
After she finished speaking, she glanced at me, seemingly realizing she had gone a bit too far, and continued, "Now that your sister is back
, don't say such silly things. It would be so embarrassing if your sister knew! What if she forgot
something and came back right away? How would we face her then!"
"If my sister doesn't come back within ten minutes, she definitely didn't forget anything! I really miss the feeling of Mom helping me take a bath; it
warms my heart, and I sleep so well at night!" I persisted, clinging on.
"When you first got injured, you wouldn't let Mom help you. How come you've completely changed your tune today!"
"At first, I was shy. The thought of Mom finding out I was thinking about women made me so ashamed.
Now it's different. Mom is so understanding. She's made me see things clearly, I've become enlightened." I started to get more and more direct
.
Mom seemed to sense the subtext in my words, a blush rising to her face. She said, "Then just
think about women yourself, take a bath and enjoy yourself, isn't that enough?"
"But Mom is my mentor! I want to report my progress to her!"
"What progress?"
"You'll know when Mom helps you take a bath! It's grown bigger, bigger and thicker! It's ready to get married!" I was clearly trying to seduce her. 　　Mom hesitated for a moment, then a hint
of melancholy appeared. She said, "If it doesn't grow, Mom worries. If it grows, 　　Mom still worries! My precious son, when will you be able to step out of the shadows and onto the sunny path?" 　　"Mom, don't worry, I'll definitely get a good wife someday!" I said confidently. When Mom 　　heard me say I wanted to get married, she smiled faintly. I guessed she had softened, so I continued to plead, 　　"Mom, just look at how big it is when it grows up, see if it can get married?" 　　This time, Mom didn't say anything, but just walked up to me and gently tapped my head. I knew Mom 　　had agreed, and I was secretly delighted. 　　A few minutes later, I was lying naked in the bathroom. Mom came in wearing a casual dress, her nipples erect 　　and clearly defined, obviously not wearing a bra. As my penis stood erect, my eyes also stared straight ahead. This time, 　　I wasn't as shy as I had been at first. 　　"Mom, you must have had a lot of boys chasing after you when you were young, right?" I asked nonsensically, clearly hallucinating 　　. 　　"Why are you asking this for no reason? You want Mom to impart some dating experience to you, right?" Mom rolled her 　　eyes at me, with a hint of affection. 　　I was still annoyed by my nonsensical question when Mom changed the subject for me. I was incredibly grateful and 　　quickly said, "Mom is the most understanding mom in the world! I want to talk to you about dating... no, no, I mean, 　　I want to share my dating experiences with you, so I can use them in the future." Before I could finish, my face was already burning red, embarrassed that I 　　had unintentionally revealed my secret. I stole a glance at Mom and saw a few 　　red blushes on her face. 　　"Mom's dating stories are old-fashioned; I don't think they're suitable for modern young men and women," Mom said, 　　turning on the tap and adjusting the water temperature. 　　"Love between men and women, from ancient times to the present, has remained essentially unchanged; only the ways of expressing it have changed. Mom, why don't you tell me? 　　I really want to hear, like your story with Dad?" Of course, I wasn't going to let this opportunity slip by. 　　Mom looked at me with a smile like an eighteen-year-old girl. I knew my question had stirred up her 　　youthful memories. But Mom just smiled and didn't answer. 　　"Mom, you're smiling so happily, why won't you tell me? Is there some secret you're hiding?" 　　"Every woman has a secret about her youth!" Mom said, still smiling tenderly and mysteriously. Then, 　　she began to bathe me. The water felt warm and spring-like on my body; I so wished it was Mom's 　　spring water, nourishing my body and soul. Thinking this, my eyes unconsciously became fixed on Mom's cleavage. Suddenly, I felt 　　my mouth go dry, swallowed several times, my blood rushed through my veins, and my penis protested, throbbing with rage. At the same time, 　　I fantasized that my penis transformed into a magical weapon from an adult comic, infinitely retractable, ready to secretly attack Mom's tender, 　　plump vulva… Before I knew it, my breathing had become rapid. 　　My mother, with her kind and gentle nature, noticed my unusual aura and immediately guessed my inner turmoil. She gently patted my 　　penis and said, "Don't have such thoughts in front of your mother!" 　　I nodded, grinning foolishly, and said, "My mother gave me life; she understands me best!" 　　"Don't try to be innocent. Seeing your wicked little thing, everyone knows what's going on in your mind!" she said, 　　gently washing my penis. But washing didn't restore its purity; instead, it became increasingly wicked, until 　　the glans turned a purplish-black, resembling a great demon. My mother seemed calm, but her eyes were unfocused, and her face...

She was beginning to show her allure, a faint blush creeping onto her ears and neck, looking somewhat lost in thought. At that moment, neither of us spoke.
My mother quietly washed me, her gaze, intentionally or unintentionally, drawn to my penis. Though her gaze
was somewhat shy, she didn't look away, fixing it directly on my shaft, as if admiring a work of art.
Gradually, her eyes became hazy, like a bewitched girl, her hands stroking my penis with a fervent passion.
Finally, she closed her eyes, her face flushed like a girl in love,
her hands still on my penis, her movements sometimes tender and gentle, sometimes greedy and reckless, her whole body unconsciously writhing
…
How could I resist the divine pleasure of my mother's ministrations? I couldn't help but groan roughly.
Unexpectedly, my mother was startled awake. Seeing the situation, she was immediately filled with shame and, without a word, ran out of
the shower room. I was left alone, caught in a state of suspended animation of desire, unable to rise or fall.
I thought Mom was just shy and would come back once she calmed down. During this time, I kept stroking my
penis, fantasizing about Mom's body. As a result, I waited for half an hour. Only then did I realize that Mom
had been quite agitated this time and probably wouldn't calm down anytime soon. I had no choice but to finish washing myself, while thinking about the next step
.
I returned to my room, lay on the bed, and recalled every detail of what had just happened, many mysteries swirling in my mind.
I thought that Mom probably recalled something when she closed her eyes; and those memories or fantasies
might be a difficult hurdle for her to overcome. Could it be that Mom was fantasizing about…? Thinking about this, I became
sleepy and unconsciously closed my eyes.
In my hazy state, I felt something gently pressing down on my head. That familiar feeling
instantly pulled me back from my dream. I knew it was Mom's underwear.
When I opened my eyes, Mom was already at the door, about to leave. I knew that if I missed this opportunity
, I would regret it deeply. I immediately called out, "Mom, don't leave me! I have so much to tell you!"
Mom paused for a moment, then slowly walked back to my bedside. I reached out and took Mom's hand, pressed it
to my face, and kissed it repeatedly. Mom didn't resist; instead, she sat quietly on the chair by the bed, letting
me kiss her hand.
Of course, I knew Mom was completely naked. I said, "Mom, I haven't had your milk in so long.
You have to promise me tonight." As I said this, I deliberately tried to pull her onto my bed. Mom naturally resisted, saying,
"I... I can promise you, son. But please let me go back to my room."
"Why go back? I want it now, Mom, I really want it!" I said, pulling
Mom even harder. Mom resisted even more strongly. But, what Mom never expected was that I had already turned on
the light with my other hand.
As soon as the light came on, Mom screamed, immediately covering her breasts with her other hand.
She turned away from me, pleading, "Turn off the light! Turn off the light! I...I...I
'll go crazy..."
I turned off the light right away, and the plan went smoothly. Mom still tried to break free, but her strength had
been greatly diminished by the sudden incident. I seized the opportunity and said, "Tonight, since Mom's here, I won't let go
. I have so much to say to you! Mom, I want to hold you and talk about things we've never dared to talk about before!"
I pulled on Mom's arm repeatedly. Seeing that she couldn't break free, Mom shyly lay down beside me, her back against
me. And I, tenderly, hugged Mom's pink, naked body. But I only hugged her; I didn't dare
to make any further moves.
"Mom, don't be afraid! Your son loves you!" I felt Mom's body trembling slightly and gently comforted
her. My mother remained silent, but a chill ran through her. I knew, of course, that her fear had
n't completely subsided, so I blamed myself, saying, "Mom, it's all my fault for not keeping my promise. But I'm also very
happy because I understand your inner struggle today. As your son, of course I should help you."
With that, I gently kissed her neck, then her back. Gradually, the atmosphere eased, and
the chill in her body lessened, and she began to warm up.
After a while, she finally spoke: "You naughty son, you did it on purpose. Now, are you satisfied?
You've made me so ashamed I want to disappear."
I quickly defended myself, saying, "I'm the one who feels ashamed. Mom did this because she loves me.
How could I not know that? How could I not be grateful!" As I spoke, I tentatively touched her genitals. As soon as Mom felt
my hand slide towards her genitals, she reacted strongly, angrily saying, "You can't do this! This has crossed the line!"
I had no choice but to stop, and instead placed my hands on her breasts, gently kneading them.
Mom's breasts were full and firm, her nipples already swollen like red dates. A few light touches with my fingers caused Mom to twist
her waist and sway her hips, her breathing becoming disordered. Mom's back was soft and smooth; pressing my body against it felt like lying in the spring sunshine
. As I kneaded Mom's breasts, my mouth was only focused on kissing her neck, my tongue lightly gliding over it, causing Mom
's upper body to convulse uncontrollably. When I slowly breathed into her ear, Mom was already overflowing with desire, and moans arose.
Seeing that the time was ripe, I tried to explore Mom's genitals again, but unexpectedly, Mom woke up very quickly,
grabbing my hand and pulling it back to her breasts. Seeing this, I had no choice but to use all my strength to attack
her breasts, until Mom's whole body convulsed and tried to escape.
"Son, you...you don't...you have a lot to say to Mom?" Clearly, Mom was trying to
distract herself from her lustful desires and lose her senses.
I knew it was impossible to completely win her over right now; rushing things would only backfire
. So I followed her plan and said, "Yes, Mom, there's something very important I need to tell you!"
"What's so important?"
"But this can only be explained clearly with the lights on!"
"You naughty son, are you trying to take advantage of Mom again? You've forgotten our promise!"
"No. But this time, it really needs the lights on to be clear. Just ten seconds will be enough!"
Mom hesitated for a moment, then finally agreed, saying, "Just ten seconds!"
The lights came on again. My legs slowly lifted under the light, though with some difficulty! I said,
"Mom, the moment of truth has arrived! Look at my feet!"
Mom was stunned by the sight before her, and tears of emotion welled up in her eyes. "My darling son,
when did you get better? Why did you keep it from me? Did you want me to worry about you all this time? Why
did you have to wait so long to tell me something so important?" Mom's words were filled with joy mixed with a hint of reproach.
Looking at Mom's face, tears also streamed down my face uncontrollably. I said, "Mom, I got better entirely
because of you!"
Mom heard my words, but didn't understand the underlying meaning. She just hugged me tightly,
saying with both excitement and joy, "As long as you get better, nothing else matters!" Mom was so happy that she
forgot she was naked, her fair skin fully displayed before me.
I seized the opportunity and said, "Mom, actually, my leg is only about 30% healed, and there's still a long way to go before I fully recover.
But I believe that if Mom is willing to help me, I'll definitely get better soon!"
"Silly son, Mom will definitely help you!"
"But, Mom, this might be a little difficult for you?" I pretended to be troubled and looked at Mom.
"For my precious son, I'll do anything!"
"Really?" I was secretly pleased to see that Mom had fallen into my plan.
"Of course! Tell me, what do you want Mom to do!" Mom's tone was firm and strong.
"Thank you, Mom! But you need to be mentally prepared." As I spoke, I took out the video camera and turned it
on. While showing it to Mom, I emphasized again, "Mom, you must be mentally prepared!" Mom looked at
the scene in the video, motionless, as if she had been paralyzed, her face turning red and blue.
Seeing that the time was ripe, I immediately proceeded with the next step of my plan, saying, "Mom, don't be angry yet.
After you hear what I have to say, you'll understand everything. I'll explain how this was recorded later. But this video
has had an immediate effect on my paralysis. Mom, let me tell you, ever since I watched this
video, I've thought about you day and night. I've thought about things I never dared to think about before, all of them are tender
moments between you and me. After each impulse, I was amazed to find that my legs underwent extremely subtle changes.
Within a few days, I was able to move again and feel pain. Gradually, I figured out the reason. It was this unprecedented
stimulation that activated the damaged nerve cells in my body, allowing me to regain the energy of a normal person."
As I spoke, I observed my mother's reaction, seeing that she was both surprised and happy, excited and confused. I
continued, "Before, when I masturbated with Mom's underwear, I would get some reaction, but it wasn't strong enough.
Because something was missing, something important?"
Mom looked at me, waiting for me to continue. I continued, "I think what was missing back then was love.
After seeing that video, I loved Mom from the bottom of my heart, a genuine and sincere love, not just
the lustful desire I felt when using the underwear to release my sexual urges. Every time I watch the video, I see a wounded mother
, a lonely mother, and countless feelings of love well up inside me. I want to use this love to embrace my
mother, protect my mother, and make her a woman surrounded by love, a happy woman! Whenever
this happens, my body reacts intensely, and my legs become incredibly active. I think this is
the power of love. So, I believe that as long as my love for Mom deepens, and at the same time, Mom fully
expresses her love for me, I will definitely recover quickly. Mom, can you do that?"
After hearing my words, the stunned expression on Mom's face slowly faded, leaving behind a trace of joy and shyness.
At this moment, Mom realized she was naked and exposed to the light. She blushed crimson, her face turning ashen, and quickly pulled the blanket over
herself. Then, with a shy and alluring expression, she asked, "Mom, what can I do to help my precious son recover?"
Seeing my plan progressing smoothly to this point, I was overjoyed, but also secretly annoyed by my own greed.
"If Mom is a little braver, I can recover quickly!" I said, taking the opportunity to touch Mom's genitals.
When my right hand reached her lower abdomen, Mom's hand stopped me. She gripped my hand tightly, preventing it from
going further, but didn't pull it back. She said shyly, "This won't work. Mom can't get past this yet. If you're in a hurry
, Mom can help you."
"But I don't want sexual release. I want to be closer to Mom, to use
the love that comes from mutual tenderness and understanding to heal my illness. If it's just sexual release, I can take care of it myself with Mom's underwear
." I was a little impatient, and my words came out somewhat rashly. After saying that, I realized I'd gone a bit too far, and quickly added, "I
understand, Mom. Things happened so suddenly, you definitely can't prepare all at once. I can bear it, and I believe you
can definitely do it in the future!"
Suddenly, Mom buried her head in my arms and began to sob softly. So sudden, I was at a loss for what to do.

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