【Stories with Mom】(5) Author: 2231365007

Author: 2231365007
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Mother's Day just passed this year. I wonder if everyone gave their mothers gifts? Actually, expressing affection doesn't necessarily require buying
expensive gifts. Simply saying "Happy Mother's Day" to your mother is the best gift you can give her. As mentioned at the beginning,
family ties are the most important. Never damage this bond, and consider the consequences of your actions. Don't act impulsively
. You also need to find the right balance in how you treat your mother and act according to circumstances. Some friends have said that this article is a bit bland and
slow-paced. I don't deny that. When writing this article, I intended to record
the little things that happened with my mother in a chronological manner. Moreover, this article was revised and published on this forum, so naturally there are many things that I didn't think of or dared not write when I first wrote it on the Tieba forum
. The progress is inevitably a bit slow, so please understand. As for the explosive moment everyone's expecting
, here's my understanding: sometimes, perseverance is key. Slowly approaching
your goal in the midst of ordinary days, and sometimes the moment of breaking through the final barrier can be very calm and natural. I feel my writing
is rather weak, and I really don't deserve to be compared to some classic works. Those classics were practically
my textbooks, not to mention their narrative and writing style—they're simply unattainable. Okay, enough with the introduction, let
's get started.
In high school, with cell phones and less strict family control, I had the opportunity to add
a few mature women on QQ to chat. Back then, I was practically greeting these women every day on my phone. Looking back at
those chat logs now makes me laugh out loud. We'd immediately jump into talking about sex—typical
high school idiot. I advise anyone planning to meet up with a mature woman not to follow my example; talking about sex right off the bat
is really off-putting. The key to getting to know someone well is patience. Basically, chat with her about anything and everything, but don't
interrogate her about trivial matters like a census; that will only annoy her. At first,
I was engrossed in chatting with older women, and my attention to my mother decreased. But ultimately, it was
a matter of age and approach; my chats with these women were either rejected or ignored, which
deeply hurt my young heart.
After these setbacks with the older women, my attention naturally returned to my mother. By high school, I had probably
watched countless films, and my interest in older women and my mother had intensified. As one fellow enthusiast
said, this Oedipus complex is like a drug; once addicted, it's hard to quit. Every time I masturbated with my mother's underwear,
I felt guilty, but the desire would return after a while, and this recovery period gradually shortened. One
afternoon, I suddenly remembered that my mother had a QQ account; I wondered if she chatted online. Since my mom and I are
on QQ, I had to use one of my long-abandoned accounts to add her. I specifically chose to send
the verification message when she was online. After a while, I got a reply, but it was rejected… Not giving up, I sent another message, and it was rejected again. I sent yet another, and it was
still rejected. At this point, I thought maybe my mom just doesn't add kids, so I changed my profile and avatar, pretending
to be a middle-aged man. Everything was set up, and I sent the verification message, but again, it was rejected. I tried one more time, and still
no luck. At this point, I thought my mom was really a respectable person, a good wife. It seems she won't add strange men
, which forces me to create a new account and pretend to be a woman. No sooner said than done, I immediately created a new account,
wrote "female" in the profile, and changed my avatar to that of a middle-aged, intellectual woman. After everything was set up, I sent the verification message to my mom again, and
this time it was accepted. I greeted my mom, she replied with a "hello," and then... nothing.
Seriously, I'm not kidding. After that, all my messages to her went unanswered, and a while later
I discovered she'd deleted me from her contacts… Okay, so the point of the above was to say that using social
media to approach your mom is a good method; you might be able to get some information out of her. But you'd need to create multiple
accounts to add her. Like me, I had one account for a young man, one for a middle-aged man, and one for a middle-aged woman. Adding
them all would be ideal, but at least it gives you more possibilities. As for how to seduce her, that's another
matter entirely. It's similar to casually getting to know someone; find a suitable time to bring up the topic of motherhood and see her
reaction.
Since I haven't added or chatted with my mom, I don't have much credibility, so I won't offer any advice.
My strategy for winning her over continued in the mundane days, like a drug—sometimes it's really hard to quit.
Actually, this desire would sometimes fade, but intentional or unintentional contact with my mother, and seeing glimpses of her skin,
would always reignite it. After a period of strategic maneuvering, my interactions with my mother became closer.
It was commonplace for me to use my hands to touch her buttocks and rub my genitals against them. I also often used conversation as an opportunity to put my arm around her. Although it
felt a little awkward at first, I gradually got used to it. I also started occasionally bringing up suggestive
topics with her, hoping to break through to a deeper level. My mother, after all, is middle-aged, and receives far less attention from men. Even
my father doesn't seem to appreciate her much at home, and she sometimes jokingly calls herself a "yellow-faced woman." This
naturally weakens her confidence as a woman, and that's the opportunity I need to seize. I need to praise her appropriately, especially about
her figure, letting her feel the appreciation and praise from a man. Perhaps this will help advance my plans.
Sometimes when I take a walk with my mom at night, I'll take advantage of the darkness and quiet to pinch her waist and say, "Mom, you've got a bit too much fat!"
She'll pinch her waist too and reply, "Yes, I should lose some weight." I'll say, "A little bit of fat makes you more feminine.
" She'll laugh and say, "There's no such thing as being fat and good." I'll say, "You don't understand. There are many kinds of beauty, and being full-
figured is a kind of beauty too." She'll just smile and continue talking about exercising and losing weight
.
Sometimes we see older women dancing in the park. I said, "Mom, you can try dancing too! Your figure
is much better than theirs, with all those curves." Mom said, "I don't think so. Besides, my old bones can't twist
like that." I said, "Mom, you're blinded by your own perspective. Your beauty is only visible to me
, an outsider. As for twisting, you can learn. With your looks and figure, you'll definitely be the center of attention if you learn it well." Mom
laughed and said, "Thanks for the compliment, but don't tease your mother." I could see the
joy shining in Mom's eyes.
Once, while taking a walk, we came across a group of middle-aged women dancing. My mom looked at them and said
, "I'm so glad I still have this figure at my age. Look at that woman, she has what they call an S-shaped figure." I replied, "Mom, if you maintain your figure, you'll
definitely have a better one than them if you exercise." As I said this, I moved my hand to touch my mom's butt. My mom quickly brushed my
hand away, saying, "Take your hand away from public places." I argued, "I was just telling you
where your 'S' is." My mom glanced at me, "You still have to be mindful of public appearances." I said, "Mom
, you're quite serious. Are you saying it's okay to touch it at home?" My mom said, "I didn't say that. I just mean it
's not good for you to do that in public." I could only play along and say, "It's just that your little piece of flesh feels so good to touch, Mom, I
can't resist." My mom said, "You'll be more careful next time." I didn't press the matter further, so I smiled and agreed,
and we continued our relaxed and pleasant walk and chat.
Similarly, sometimes when my mom tries on clothes, I'll say, "Mom, you have a great figure!" She'll reply,
"It's hard to put on clothes now, I have some extra weight." I'll still say things like a little extra weight makes her more attractive and gives her more charm,
and my mom will just smile. Sometimes I'll give her some advice on clothing combinations, and when she tries on clothes, I'll often say, "
You'd look better with high heels." My mom will always happily put on the high heels, and I'll have
her turn around and strike a few poses to see how it looks. Watching my mom posing in high heels in front of me, I
always get a little tent in my crotch. I really want to grab my mom, throw her onto the bed, and take her right there. Sometimes, when I praise my mom too much
, I see a hint of shyness in her eyes, but to me, it's a kind of allure, a mature woman's allure
that's intoxicating.
I think the praise might be working; after all, my mom hasn't received praise from a man in a long time, even if it's from her son
, it's like rain after a long drought.
One time, my mom was folding clothes. If I remember correctly, my dad wasn't home, otherwise I wouldn't have dared to flirt with
her. I chatted with her nearby, taking the opportunity to admire the glimpses of her chest that often appeared when she folded clothes.
Of course, mother and son chatted about everyday things and current events. Seeing that the conversation was getting into it, I thought I'd tease
my mom a little, pushing the boundaries a bit. So, I casually picked up the bra she had just put away and said, "Mom, this one is quite
sexy." My mom's eyes widened in surprise, and she immediately snatched the bra from my hand, saying, "Where did you learn that word? Do
n't go around saying it like that!" I told her it was a very common word, and besides, it wasn't an exaggeration at all. At this point, my mom seemed a little
uncomfortable, whether from embarrassment at her son handling her bra or from being flustered by being complimented on her sexiness.
Actually, for me, either way, it was a step in my plan. After my mom nervously tidied her bra,
she said to me, "Okay, okay, go do what you need to do." The unease she seemed
to excite me; her words sounded almost shy. I knew when to stop and
went back to my room.
As our relationship grew closer, my conversations with my mom became more casual, occasionally skirting the line and
teasing her. Each time, she felt a little shy and flustered, much like teasing a female classmate at school
. My relationship with my mom has always been relaxed, unlike the serious and rigid relationship with my father. The
same applies to my mom; she finds it much easier and more enjoyable to be with me than with my dad, a fact
confirmed by her. Once, while having tea after dinner, we chatted about everything, and she laughed repeatedly. Mom
said, "You don't talk so much when Dad's around." I said, "Well, it's not my fault.
The atmosphere is too tense when Dad's home, so I don't dare to be too outspoken." Mom said, "That's true. I don't dare to breathe loudly when Dad's around."
Hearing that Mom felt the same way, I pressed on, "So, do you find it more enjoyable to have tea and chat with me
or with Dad?"
Mom said, "Definitely with you. Having tea with your dad feels more like an interrogation." We both burst into
laughter, and I felt a sense of triumph.
There are actually quite a few opportunities to play along with Mom's advances, as long as you spot them and seize the moment. Once, during dinner, the TV
switched to a lingerie commercial, and I casually asked my mom about her bra size. She wasn't shy about it and told me honestly.
I then said, "Mom, you're definitely not as big as that girl in the commercial. You should eat more papaya to help." My mom glanced at me
and said, "You know you can eat papaya?" I said, "Isn't that common sense about health? Should I buy you some to help
?" My mom laughed and said, "It's too late to help now, you're not in puberty." I said, "Then even if it doesn't increase, I can still maintain
my current cup size." My mom smiled and said, "Focus on your food, stop talking nonsense." Seeing the conversation getting
a bit awkward, I stopped talking.
Another time, I watched a legal program about the various entanglements of couples who impulsively had children. My mom was
saying, "When you have a girlfriend, you have to be responsible and take care of her." I replied directly, "I know
, you have to use a condom." My mom seemed surprised, "Looks like you know a lot." I said, "You have to know this basic hygiene knowledge.
Will you help me with the money?" My mom laughed and said, "By the time you need it, you'll be earning money and won't need me to buy it for you."
I said, "Mom, you're underestimating me. I'm 18, I can use it anytime." My mom said, "You're really
shameless. You should do things appropriate for your age. You need to learn now." Realizing the tone was inappropriate, I quickly
stopped, "Okay, Mom, I was just joking. I know my limits." My mom didn't forget to continue lecturing me on a few points, and
then the two of us ended the conversation.
Sometimes when my mom sees me watching TV with my legs crossed, she'll say a few words, saying that this will affect my development. I thought
Mom's wording was rather subtle, so I bluntly said, "I think it's developing quite well, how about I show you
?"
Mom then said I was being indiscreet. Earlier, I mentioned that I always wore underwear after showering
to show Mom my little brother, but that was still just a layer of fabric. Later, I went a step further. Whenever
Dad wasn't around, I'd grab Mom and drag her into the bathroom, pretending I'd forgotten my underwear, get my penis hard, and then
go out naked, always facing Mom directly. Mom would naturally criticize me for being careless and casual,
while I secretly felt smug, because I knew she couldn't possibly have missed my erect penis. (In the novel...)
I've tried asking my mom to get my underwear before, but it didn't work very well. As soon as I opened the door and took the underwear
, she'd disappear. Whether she saw my penis or not is anyone's guess. Besides, doing this too often isn't good either; being constantly scolded
for being careless would backfire. A few times I did stay with my mom while she was in the bathroom. Maybe she didn't
take me seriously yet, but she'd sit on the toilet and occasionally glance at my white legs. When she got up to wipe them,
or if I stayed too long, she'd tell me to leave. There are many other trivial things about my mom, but I won't go into detail
now. I'll add more later if I remember anything important.
Time flies by, and three years of high school have passed quickly. Although senior year was tough,
looking back, it was quite fulfilling. When I finished the last exam paper, I didn't feel happy at all; instead, I felt a little
lost. I really feel reluctant to say goodbye to high school life. For those of you still in high school
, cherish those years! They were truly the most beautiful time of your school life, filled with friendships you'll cherish for a lifetime, and perhaps even love
. Haha, at least my current girlfriend is my high school classmate. While university offers many exciting activities,
I feel it can't compare to the laughter and fun in the high school classroom. You only realize how great high school was after you leave.
After the college entrance exam, I had a long-awaited period of relaxation, and I went to various parties and had lots of fun with my friends. After all, if
I didn't have fun now, I wouldn't be in the mood to play if I did poorly on the exam. My parents understood my feelings,
and since it coincided with the European Cup, they didn't say much about me staying up late to watch the games. Unfortunately, my favorite team, Henan,
performed terribly this year, which was really upsetting. The real tension came in the days leading up to the results
. On the day the results were announced, I felt like my heart was about to jump out of my chest—
much more nervous than waiting for my mom to secretly take pictures of me. Thankfully, I was satisfied with the results; at least they met my expectations. All the hard work of the past three years
finally paid off.
After checking my grades, I went to the living room to tell my mom the news. It was noon, and she was preparing
lunch in the kitchen. She came to the living room as soon as I called her. After I told her the results, she seemed
quite satisfied to hear that the grades were good, and she smiled. I took the opportunity to hug her, and because I was still excited, I
hugged her tighter than usual. My mom was happy and hugged me back, and we held each other tightly like that.
Her breasts pressed against my chest, and my hands were around her waist, feeling her
mature body through her clothes. My hands slowly and consciously slid down, and just as I was about to touch her beautiful buttocks, she let go
. My heart sank; I was about to touch her buttocks! Mom said, "Congratulations! Now I'll cook
you a nice meal as a reward." Hearing this, I immediately thought of that erotic novel, "Mother's Reward," and my imagination ran wild.
Unfortunately, the reward in that novel was Mom's body, while mine was lunch! Mom, if you hadn't let go earlier, that would have been the best
reward!
Still feeling a bit carried away, after hearing Mom's words, I hugged her again. This time, I whispered in her ear, almost flirtatiously
, "Thank you, Mom," and then breathed into her ear. Yes, I don't know where I got
the idea or the courage. After the breath, Mom clearly reacted, immediately releasing my hug and
saying, with a slightly critical yet shy tone, "You need to be more sensible next time." Then she went into the kitchen. What was said without intention was heard with intent;
her words seemed to have many meanings to me, and I couldn't help but feel restless. This summer vacation felt like
a crucial stage in my conquest of Mom; I wanted to make a breakthrough with her!

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