Why Not Embrace the Ordinary and Fall into Depravity? Chapter Three

Chapter Three
I was finally able to resume a normal relationship with my mother, and I was very relieved. However, after only two days, I
became dissatisfied with this relationship. That night, I experienced immense satisfaction. For the next two days, although I still felt a lustful urge when I saw my mother, it
was merely a normal fantasy. But on the third day, my libido surged, stronger than ever before.
I began to feel restless, but I dared not make any obvious moves, let alone force myself on her.
I would occasionally give her hints, but she mostly ignored them. If she understood a word or two, she would either ignore it or
glare at me and scold me. Actually, I felt that my mother was very interested. Every time I hinted at it, her
eyes seemed to be brimming with tears when she looked at me. Undoubtedly, she had never forgotten those two orgasms, and her
feelings for me now were far more than those of a normal son; it was just that her damned feudalistic ideas held her back too tightly.
I read a lot of articles online, including erotic novels specifically about how to seduce one's mother. Although most
were purely erotic fantasies, some of the methods were actually quite effective. I also read many more scientific
books, mostly on psychology, because winning someone over by capturing their leader is key. I don't have any grand plan; I'll proceed gradually
and leave the rest to fate.
I stopped giving my mother hints or using words to tease her. Instead, I would occasionally feign restlessness and anxiety
. When my mother asked me what was wrong, what was on my mind, I would hesitate and refuse to tell her.
And I started exposing myself in front of my mother. Before, she was indifferent, but now,
when I come out of the shower wearing only my underwear (I masturbate in the bathroom until my penis is semi-erect, stuffing the underwear in but
not creating a tent), she scolds me sternly:
"Put your clothes on! What kind of behavior is this!"
I dry my hair with a towel while facing her, my narrow briefs completely
revealing the outline of my semi-erect penis, large patches of pubic hair provocatively provoking her.
"What's wrong, Mom? It's just the two of us at home, no outsiders. I just finished showering and I'm hot."
"I may be your mother, but I'm still a woman. You know this is indecent! Put your clothes on!" Mom's face
is flushed. I see her trying to look into my eyes, but she can't help but steal a glance at my genitals
. Her face turns even redder, and she becomes even angrier, seemingly knowing what I'm thinking, but definitely finding it difficult to say.
"Nothing happened before, but now so much!" I say irritably, turning and walking towards the bedroom.
It wasn't that I was particularly obedient to my mother, but under her gaze, I couldn't help but get an erection. My little brother quickly
pitched a large tent, and from the side, the thick base of my penis was already visible. At this moment, I couldn't go too far;
I knew that haste makes waste. As I turned to leave, I glanced back at my mother. She was staring intently at my genitals
. She looked at me and then immediately turned her head to watch TV, without saying a word. I was overjoyed. I knew that although my mother was traditional, at
this age, it was impossible for her not to be driven by desire. I really had to thank my father, who hadn't been home for a long time. Go
out and play with other women; I'll take care of Mom for you.
The next morning, I deliberately left my bedroom door wide open, lay sprawled on the bed, my underwear askew, my penis
pointing angrily to the sky. My mother called me three times, but I didn't answer. Finally, she couldn't help but come into my room to call me. I
had my eyes closed and didn't know what was going on. I could only hear my mother take a few steps and then stop, remaining motionless for a long time. I figured
Mom was staring intently at my erect penis, so I got even harder. My penis was a medium-to-
large size, about 15 or 16 centimeters, but the glans was quite large. Although I'm fair-skinned, my penis was rather dark, the glans a deep purplish-
black. I felt like ten seconds had passed, but I still hadn't heard Mom move. My penis was so hard it
felt like it was going to burst, and I could even feel fluid seeping from the urethral opening. A few more seconds passed, and I could
n't hold back any longer (being completely immobile felt like an eternity). I mumbled a few words, rolled over, and opened my eyes. I saw Mom
standing there, her face as red as a boiled shrimp, completely still, her hands gripping a rag tightly. When she saw me get up, she angrily
yelled at me, "Get up! You're as lazy as a pig! Have you no shame?!" Then she turned and quickly ran away.
I laughed inwardly. What did being lazy have to do with being shameless? I felt a real sense of hope,
an immense happiness.
Mom started deliberately avoiding me. Except for meals, she wouldn't bother me, doing her own
thing (before, Mom always wanted to be with me—shopping, chatting, watching TV—she was very clingy). I deliberately found excuses
to go into her room, like asking if I'd washed a certain piece of clothing, of course, always wearing only my underwear.
Mom would always blush and yell at me, but she was helpless. I derived immense
psychological pleasure from this behavior; teasing my mother and having sex with her were two completely different feelings.
Finally, a few days later, the situation changed. After showering, I shamelessly stood in front of Mom,
my penis fully erect as I came out. The shameless behavior of the past few days had thickened my skin. Just as I was about to
speak to Mom, she called out sternly,
"Come here!"
I was taken aback. Fine, I'll go over then, just what I wanted. So, I swaggered over, my erection gleaming.
Mom was sitting on the sofa. I walked up to her, looking at her voluptuous figure, and my penis hardened even more.
She was still wearing that tight sweater, but no matter how she tried to cover it up, she couldn't hide
the fact that she had a pair of large breasts, which only excited me more. She was wearing casual shorts, the kind that go down to the knee like men's. I was curious
why she wore them (you probably rarely see women dressed like that), but they weren't bad-looking. With a good figure, even if
she tried to be unattractive, she could still be captivating. Now even my face was red. Mom was sitting on the sofa, less than half a meter away from me.
I put my penis in front of her face, as if she was going to give me oral sex. I was incredibly audacious.
Seeing this, Mom slapped my thigh hard and yelled, "Have you no shame! Sit down!" pointing
to the side.
I chuckled and sat down.
Mom took a pair of my shorts from beside her, looking straight ahead without even glancing at me, and said, "Put them on!"
"Mom, it's hot! It's indoors, not outside. I just took a shower, and you want me to sweat again?"
"Are you going to wear them or not!" Mom's voice was stern.
I was startled and quickly grabbed my shorts to put them on, but my rock-hard penis still made a bulge in them.
After putting on my shorts, I grinned and said, "Mom, what's up? Is there anything I can do for you?"
Mom remained silent, seemingly organizing her thoughts, as if she wanted to say something but hesitated. I knew Mom wouldn't completely reject me, because although she came from a scholarly family, she wasn't particularly ignorant or conservative. I had 　　seen some books on
her computer , all banned books, such as D.H. Lawrence's *Sons and Lovers* and Junichi Watanabe's 　　*Paradise Lost*. I knew *Paradise Lost* was just a rather daring romance novel, but I didn't know 　　what *Sons and Lovers* was. A quick online search revealed a shocking truth: Mom was surprisingly open-minded, reading such books 　　(who knows if she actually read them). Thinking about it, it makes sense; the more you read, the more open-minded you become, while the conservative ones are mostly those 　　ignorant older folks. Therefore, I was itching to seize this rare opportunity. 　　After a while, she finally spoke, sighing softly, and said, "Mom knows what you're thinking." 　　I thought she was going to scold me and then establish a rule about wearing clothes in the house. Unexpectedly, 　　she got straight to the point, and I was momentarily at a loss for words. Should I vehemently deny it? Or should I be bold and honest with her? 　　Mom continued, "Yingying, do you understand your mother?" 　　I was completely bewildered and stammered. 　　"Although I'm a woman, I've always been more proud than a man." 　　"Yes, Mom, you're beautiful, so it's understandable that you're a little proud." 　　Mom didn't answer me directly but continued, "I never tell anyone what's on my mind. Not even your grandparents, 　　your uncles, or your aunts. I just want everyone to know that I'm doing well, that I'm happy, and that they don't need 　　to worry. Your father's affairs, I say I tolerated it for your sake, but actually, it's also because I can't let go of my pride. If 　　others knew that your father disliked me, or that I divorced him, I would lose all my dignity. What others 　　think of your mother is very important to her." 　　I hummed in agreement, not understanding what she was trying to say. 　　"I've endured all these years. Outsiders see your mother as happy, but I've cried my eyes out. 　　After you went to university in another city, I was left alone in this empty house, and I felt like dying. You know, a forty-year-old woman may seem 　　indifferent, but what she really craves most is friends, someone to be with." 　　She paused, then said, "Actually... to put it bluntly, I also hope to be loved, I'm afraid of loneliness. You... 　　do you understand?" Mom bit her lip tightly, avoiding my gaze. 　　I understood what she meant, my heart churning with emotions. Was she about to succeed? 　　"Mom, I understand. I'll stay with you, I'll love you." 　　"No! No!" Mom looked flustered. "What I mean is, Mom…sigh, I know you 　　've had experience with that…you should understand that at my age, I'm very lonely and can't resist temptation. But… 　　but I'm your mother, I can't do that. If I do that, even if others don't know, I'll despise myself 　　. 　　The most important thing for a person is self-respect and self-love. I've suffered so much for over twenty years, all to preserve 　　the last bit of self-respect. If…if I do that, I'll lose even that last bit of self-respect. I'll really die." 　　I didn't know how to answer for a moment. 　　"If you keep being so improper, seducing your mother, I can't resist the temptation. One day I might really do 　　something heinous, really, sigh…So, please don't force me, okay? Let's be like before, happily getting along. 　　Let's each keep to our place and not cross this line." Mom pleaded. 　　My mind raced, trying to understand what Mom meant. Mom wanted us to live peacefully, so she would still 　　be a beautiful, enviable mother, and I would still be an obedient son. But can things really continue like this 　　? Mom might be able to control her desires, but I absolutely cannot. If my future life is a constant 　　struggle between morality and lust, it will be unbearable. It's better to change this hateful constraint on Mom's self-esteem and moral values. 　　Yes, values and dignity can be changed, but the sexual desires that arise in one's body cannot. 　　I pretended to be downcast and pained, lowering my head: "Mom, I...I can't control myself..." 　　Mom sighed and said, "I know, twenty is the age when a boy's desires are strongest. You need to find more meaningful 　　things to do, to distract yourself. I see you usually write articles, read books, and play sports, which are all quite good. Try to think less about these 　　things." 　　I stammered, "Well...that won't work either...If reading more books can suppress it, then it's not like I can't control myself 　　. I really can't help it, Mom..." 　　Mom said embarrassedly, "Then find a girlfriend, and you can take a year off from school. Find a girlfriend here first, and 　　if it goes well, that's great. You can get married here later. If it doesn't go well, Mom won't blame you. Just be nice to the girl, do n't 　　let her down." 　　I never expected Mom to suggest I find a girlfriend to satisfy my desires, and even said it didn't have to be a serious relationship. Wasn't this just suggesting I 　　find a casual sex partner? I said, feeling wronged, "Even if I have a girlfriend, she might not let me have sex with her... Girls these days 　　are so calculating. They'll spend your money without question, but whether they'll actually do it is another matter. I can't force them." 　　Mom lowered her head and said softly, "Then... then what can I do? I can't let you go to a brothel 　　, can I? You have to give up on me. I'm not going to let you get away with this." 　　I was very angry, and my tone was rapid: "Mom, actually, everything was fine before! It's just that after we did it that day, I started 　　having all sorts of wild thoughts. I couldn't control myself. Now all I can think about is you. I can't concentrate on my studies! 　　I was just worried about you that day, so I went into your room to see if you were okay, but... but you hugged me." "Now I 　　can't do anything, I can't study! I can't work! I guess it'll be like this forever!" 　　Mom cried, "I... I'm so unlucky... How could such a shameful thing happen to me 　　..." 　　She turned to me, "Yingying, men have to go through trials and tribulations to achieve great things. Let's 　　work together to get through this difficult time, okay? You need a healthy soul, a good job, and a 　　future. Don't give up on yourself, okay?" 　　I whispered, "Mom, I have a way." 　　Mom asked happily, "What way?" 　　I jumped up, took a few steps, turned back and said, "I'll cut this damn thing off, and that'll be the end of it." I 　　strode towards the kitchen. 　　Mom ran over and hugged me, crying, "Yingying! Don't be silly! Good child! Come back, come back!"

Her breasts pressed tightly against my back, rubbing slightly with each sob, almost crushing my soul.
I turned around, hugged her, and thrust my erect penis against her lower abdomen, crying emotionally, "Mom, I really
can't hold back! I don't know what to do! I'm not a saint, how could I not miss you!"
Mother and son embraced and wept bitterly. I pressed my chest against her breasts, my penis bending under the pressure of her belly
, almost breaking off.
After a while, Mom sensed something was wrong and tried to escape my bear hug, but I held her tightly. She had no choice but to turn to the side,
avoiding the harassment of my penis.
"Good boy... let go... let go of Mom." "
Mom, maybe... maybe I should have it cut off, or have surgery. That way I won't have to
get married, I can stay with you for life." I was truly willing to sacrifice myself.
"No! No! You mustn't do anything stupid!" Mom was terrified.
I released Mom, pulled down my shorts, and my penis sprang out, spinning a few times in the air. "I'm so hard every day
! I can't do anything! You...you could help me get it out."
"Get away!" Mom turned around and shouted, "Put on your clothes! Did you forget what I just said? Are you trying to
kill me?"
"Mom, no...just help me get it out with your hand, that way you won't lose your virginity. I...I won't have to
think about it all the time!"
"No!" Mom said firmly. "I...I..."
I cried, "Then I'll just cut it off." I turned and walked towards the kitchen.
Mom immediately came over and hugged my waist, saying, "Okay! Okay! Mom will listen to you! It's all Mom's fault! I'll atone for it!
Please don't do anything foolish!"
I turned back and hugged Mom, saying, "Thank you! Mom, I love you!" Then I went to kiss her lips.
Mom turned her head away, saying, "No! I...I'll only help you...nothing else!
Don't even think about it!"
I thought, Mom is really stupid, well, actually, she's so deeply in love that she's lost her mind. I took advantage of Mom
's love, and I felt a little guilty. But the thought of receiving my mother's small hand service filled me with immense excitement. I pulled her hand to
my erect penis and said, "Mom, help me."
My mother tried to pull her hand away, but I held it firmly. She said, "Not here, let's go to the sofa."
I thought, what difference does it make where we go? So I led my mother to the sofa, took off all my clothes and threw them aside
, sitting naked. I said to my mother, "Come on."
My mother hummed in agreement and sat down next to me. She exhaled, closed her eyes, and carefully reached out her hand
to grasp my penis. I instantly felt a surge of heat. When I had forced her hand to rest on my penis earlier, I hadn't
felt anything. Now, my mother was taking the initiative, her small hand perfectly positioned to grasp the base of my penis. I felt her hand
was even hotter than my penis, an indescribable pleasure.
I said, "Mom, move a little, otherwise how will I come?"
Mom didn't say anything, but started gently stroking up and down. I immediately felt like I was in paradise. The important thing wasn't the
hand on my penis, but that the owner of that hand was a beautiful woman with strong self-respect and a noble character, and she was my own mother.
Seeing all this gave me a huge sense of conquest.
After a while, fluid started to seep from my glans, flowing onto Mom's hand. Mom felt it, stopped, and asked,
"Why...why haven't you ejaculated yet?"
I laughed and said, "Mom, this up-and-down motion isn't enough for the glans, so go for a slow pace, okay? At this rate, I won't be able
to come for two hours."
Mom frowned, "Don't say such dirty things to your mother! Otherwise, I'll leave right now!" I immediately said okay, okay, really
afraid that Mom would just leave.
Mom started to speed up. Because my penis was leaking a lot of precum, the friction decreased, making it easier for Mom to stroke, and
I felt even better. Mom went faster and faster; it seemed she really wanted to make me come sooner, but how could I give up so easily?
Just as I felt I was about to ejaculate, I grabbed my mother's hand and said, "Mom, it hurts! You're going too fast,
you'll bleed if you keep going."
My mother opened her eyes and looked at me: "You told me to hurry up." She involuntarily glanced at my throbbing
penis, then immediately turned her head away without saying
a word. I chuckled inwardly, wanting to tease her. At this moment, my mother said, "My hand is so sore, let's rest for a while
." My mother's hand was red and covered in my semen, wet and slippery. I said, "Mom,
thank you for your hard work."
"Hmm, as long as you don't do anything stupid."
Seeing how accommodating my mother was, I couldn't help but push my luck: "Mom, I feel... I can't come like this...
I won't come even if I keep going all night..."
My mother lowered her head and asked softly, "Then what should I do?"
"How about... how about you use your mouth to help me?" I was uneasy, not knowing if this would anger my
mother and make her give up.
"No way!" Mom was indeed very angry. "Don't push your luck! Making me do such a dirty thing!
Do you think I have any shame?"
I thought, "Wasn't it dirty when you offered to suck my semen-covered penis the other day?" Now, Mom is
the supplier and I'm the customer, so I had to compromise:
"Then I really can't come. Your son's abilities are different from ordinary people. There's no way. Then, could you take
off your shirt and let me see your breasts? That way, I'll definitely come very quickly."
"That still won't do! Making a mother undress her son is too shameless!"
Shame on her! Mom knows her pride. If she feels that something hurts her self-esteem or makes her lose face, it's pretty
much over. I said, "Then if you don't take off your clothes, I... I'll put my hand inside your clothes and touch your
breasts. That way, I won't take off your clothes or use my mouth. Is that okay? I always touched your breasts when we were little, so
it's not too much to ask now!"
"You dare!" Mom still refused.
"Then you can masturbate all night! What I just said is about the minimum I can ejaculate. If you
don't want to, that's fine too. I'll get surgery if I really can't hold it in anymore. Anyway, I still have 40,000 yuan in my account, which should be
enough!"
Seeing how resolute I was, Mom thought for a while and said, "Mom will agree to this once. You'll have to figure out how to handle
things later!"
Overjoyed, I said, "Mom, come closer." Mom did as I said, reaching her hand behind her back into her clothes
and twisting it a couple of times, managing to unhook her bra. I was stunned. I hadn't expected it to be this good; I thought that
rubbing her breasts through her bra was the limit of what Mom could tolerate. I was thrilled that she would do this.
Watching Mom unhook her bra, then pull her hand back into her clothes and twist her body to remove it completely, this childlike
movement, performed by Mom, exuded a mature and composed air of someone experienced in life. Before she had completely removed her bra,
I couldn't resist reaching out my hand. Mom shouted, "Get away!" I dared not make a move.
She moved closer again, closed her eyes, and began to slowly stroke my penis. Seeing
her submissive demeanor, my desire surged. My paws trembled, and my right hand reached around her back to hug her waist,
then slipped under her clothes to her right breast. My left hand quickly grasped her left breast, and in my excitement, I vigorously kneaded it
a few times.
Mom frowned and groaned a few times, but didn't say a word. Her face was as red as burning coals, and the heat emanating from her breasts
almost burned my hand. She sat there, motionless, except for her left hand rapidly stroking my penis
. After a few vigorous rubs, I began to slowly and carefully savor Mom's breasts. These two pairs of large
breasts were just the right size, each requiring almost two hands to hold, yet not so large as to sag. Soft
and elastic, smooth and plump, the nipples stood erect shyly in my palms. I pinched and
twisted the nipples with both hands simultaneously.
Mom cried out "Ah!" but immediately suppressed it, biting her lip tightly, and her small hands stroking my penis even
faster. Her face and neck were flushed red; I knew she was definitely aroused. I continued to skillfully and vigorously knead
her large breasts. Mom finally couldn't help but moan a few more times. I said, "Mom, have your breasts always been this big? So smooth
and soft, and they don't sag at all, amazing!"
Mom turned around and glared at me, her face flushed, and said, "Stop talking nonsense!"
I gently pinched her nipple, and her body tensed up. She turned around, trembling, and said, "You...you..." but couldn't
utter a word.
"Mom, talk to me, I'll be out faster. I really love your big breasts. How come they
haven't sagged at your age, they're still so perky?"
Mom was clearly a little infatuated. She lowered her head, and I couldn't tell if she was talking to herself or to me, "Hmm...
you're so lucky...such nice breasts...hmm...your dad doesn't want them..."
"My dad's so stupid, how could there be such nice breasts outside? I really don't know why God is so
good to you, giving you such a pair of nice breasts."
"Nonsense! It has nothing to do with God...ah!" I had been kneading her breasts, and now I flicked Mom's nipples with both hands at the same time
. She couldn't help but moan, and then said, "It has nothing to do with God...Mom's breasts weren't this
big before, your dad didn't like them, so I ate breast-enhancing foods every day, and got massages, and even did yoga to lose weight. But...
he still didn't come back...you're the lucky one."
I knew it, breasts that have been maintained and exercised for more than ten years, how could they not be top-notch? I rubbed her a few more times and asked
, "Then what else did you do for Dad?"
"Hmph... He said it wasn't fun with me... He didn't want to... I even went a long way to buy some
pornographic DVDs to watch, and then I learned online, just to make him happier... He didn't want to use a condom, so I got an
IUD, but..."
My heart ached. Mom really loved Dad deeply. Such a proud and self-respecting person, learning those obscene and
vulgar things—it would be a lie to say there wasn't love. Mom suddenly came to her senses, her rubbing hand hard
and then stopping. She turned around and said, "Don't talk nonsense! Do it if you want! If you don't want to, I'm leaving now!"
"Okay! Mom, don't be angry, I won't talk nonsense anymore!" I couldn't help but chuckle inwardly.
Mom started rubbing again, and I continued to enjoy it with my hands. Soon, Mom and I were both moaning.
I felt I was about to ejaculate; Mom's desire was rising from my touch. I wasn't satisfied, so I asked again, "Mom,
what cup size are your breasts?"
Mom said, "Um...D...I'm always a little embarrassed to buy bras..."
"I really want to eat them, Mom, can I have a bite?"
"Pah! Dream on! I won't let you eat them...um...letting you touch them is already cheap enough!"
Mom's coquettish words, like a little girl's, instantly excited me, bringing me to the brink of climax. I
grabbed Mom's waist, lifted her up, and made her sit on my lower abdomen, my hands quickly returning to playing with her breasts
. Mom was terrified, thinking I was going to force myself on her, and shouted, "You! What are you doing!"
I hurriedly said, "Mom, this feels better, hurry up, don't stop, I'm about to come!"
Mom nodded frantically, even using both hands to stroke me. I felt Mom's firm, full buttocks
sitting on me, and although it was a little suffocating, my eyes were very close to her buttocks covered by thin shorts, and
the visual impact of her big buttocks excited me even more.
But then Mom seemed tired, and her pace slowed down. I couldn't care less; I used my left hand to grasp
Mom's small hand and quickly started masturbating, while my right hand vigorously rubbed her breasts. After a dozen seconds, I knew my time was up.
So I pinched Mom's nipple hard, and she cried out in pain. With her scream, I reached
my climax and ejaculated.
I lay weakly on the sofa, utterly exhausted from the pleasure. My right hand was still holding Mom's breast, and my left hand, returning to its original position,
couldn't resist rubbing Mom's big buttocks. Mom quickly stood up, turned around, and slapped me, yelling, "You
bastard! Why did you pinch me! It hurts!" I said with concern, "Mom, I'm sorry, I was too excited. Are you alright?"
At that moment, Mom forgot her dignity, lifted her clothes, and examined her right breast closely. I stared in astonishment
at her red and white breast; the nipple was intact, standing erect. Mom scolded me, "Look! It's all red from rubbing!
Why did you pinch it? Don't you know you shouldn't pinch a woman's nipples!" I immediately pounced on her, pushed her hand away, and sucked on her nipple
, saying indistinctly, "Mom, let me suck it to reduce the swelling!"
Mom pushed me away forcefully, slapped me again, and shouted, "Get out! Don't expect me to do this for you again!" After
saying that, she stormed towards the bedroom, but turned back at the door, pointed to the semen on the floor and coffee table, and said:
"Clean this up!"
I looked at the messy room, touched my swollen face, and finally fixed my gaze on my limp penis, thinking, "
I've given you another good time, how are you going to repay me?"

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