Chef, please let go of my mother!

My name is Liu Yan, and I'm nineteen years old. In the nineteen years since I was born, I never dared to imagine that I would
have an incestuous relationship with my own mother, Feng Menglan. And after I got her, I swore that from this moment on, she
must, only, and exclusively have one man—me. I will not allow any other man to touch her!
If you ask me: why did I commit incest? Why can my mother's only man be me? I just want
to tell you resolutely: because I no longer believe that any other man besides me can genuinely bring my
mother happiness!
Yes! Tonight, yes! Tonight, I raped my mother. Only in this way can she truly
belong to me; only in this way can I snatch her away from other men; only in this way can I satisfy her ferocious
sexual desires and release her long-suppressed emotions.
Late at night, I went to my mother's room, gently knocked on her door, and whispered, "Mom,
are you asleep?" My mother didn't react at all; it seemed that only the faint sound of her breathing inside conveyed
to me that she was fast asleep.
I pulled the doorknob, and the door opened softly with a "whoosh." I tiptoed to
my mother's bedside, quietly watching her sleep in her silk nightgown. At that moment, I no longer
saw the woman lying before me as my mother, the one who gave me life and raised me, but as the woman I was about to possess.
If a beautiful woman is placed before you, and you merely admire her without making a move, I bet
you're not a man, at least not a normal one.
Looking at my mother's face, adorned with the marks of time, I couldn't help but reach out my hand, my fingers tracing
her cheek, so delicate and smooth.
My breathing quickened the moment I touched her, and my hands trembled uncontrollably. I
thought this must be the worst thing I'd ever done, so in my state of intense excitement, I
was also slightly nervous.
Just as my lips, unable to resist the temptation, touched my mother's face, something unexpected happened. I hadn't
expected my mother to be awakened so quickly by my heavy breathing: "Xiao Yan, what are you doing!" My mother stared at
me, her eyes wide with shock.
I didn't answer, because my actions had already given the most definitive answer. Like a madman, I
pushed my struggling mother down, holding her tightly. She resisted fiercely, and with each resistance,
I held her tighter. Finally, she stopped her futile struggles.
I whispered in her ear, "Mom, let me fulfill your desires. Let me be your man.
Even if I never marry again, I will make you happy."
My mother pleaded, as if on the verge of tears: "Son, do you know what you're doing?
I'm your mother!"
I said, "Mom, it's precisely because you're my mother that I must do this for you. I know you need it too. I
want to give you happiness myself. I can't let another man hurt you!"
Tears streamed down my mother's face. I looked up; she looked at me with tears in her eyes, and I
stared back at her with the same beastly gaze. Then I lowered my head and gently kissed her forehead, kissing away the tears that slid down her cheeks.
She didn't resist or say a word. My wet lips pressed against hers, and we embraced and kissed
. Mom began to respond to my actions, her fragrant tongue intertwining with mine,
swirling freely in my mouth. I was determined not to give in.
I lifted Mom's skirt to her waist, slipped one hand between her legs, and pressed it against her cotton panties
. While kissing Mom, I gently stroked her private parts through her panties. Soon
, her panties were soaked with the fluid seeping from her vagina.
I sat up, took Mom's hand, and placed it on my swollen penis. Mom sat up as well, helping me strip
naked. When she pulled down my white boxer shorts, my enormous penis stood erect before her,
leaving her astonished and exclaiming: "Son, yours is so big!" Mom gently tapped my glans with her finger. Stimulated, my penis 　　nodded
sensitively to Mom, as if in respect.
At this moment, Mom stuck out her tongue and licked my scrotum, then
licked upwards along my penis, until she reached the glans. She then took it into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the
head of my penis.
Sure enough, Mom was an expert; she had been aroused by men and her technique
was incredibly skillful. My previous girlfriends couldn't compare to my mother at all!
Mom's licking sent shivers down my spine. Suddenly, she looked up at me and said, "Son, fuck me! Fuck Mom!"
It was the first time I'd heard Mom say the incredibly meaningful word "fuck"! This was her willing and strong request
for me to enter her body, and how could I betray her devotion? I ripped off Mom's nightgown,
throwing her bra and panties off the bed.
Mom lay on her back in an M-shape, her thighs spread wide. I gripped my raging penis and thrust it
towards Mom's blooming flower, the large glans slowly parting her engorged labia. I thrust forward, and Mom
let out a soft "Mmm," my penis fully inside her vagina. Mom's body was so warm; I wanted to stay
inside her, feeling the warmth she gave me.
Suddenly, Mom pleaded in a sweet, pleading voice, "Son, move! Mom can't take it anymore
!"
Seeing Mom's excited expression, I snapped out of my daze and started thrusting. While enjoying the physical
pleasure, I didn't forget to make a promise to Mom: "Mom, I love you! Mom, your son loves you! I will
always take care of you, cherish you, and never betray you. Your son is your man for life."
Hearing my confession, Mom cried again: "Son, Mom is your woman now, your woman for life.
Don't let me down."
I said,
"My love for you will never change." Mom's moans indicated that her vagina had adapted to my large penis. I flipped Mom
over, telling her to crawl on top of me, her buttocks raised. I like the doggy style; I like to thrust vigorously from behind.
Before Mom could even adjust, I lifted my penis, aimed it at her vaginal opening, and thrust it in wildly.
The sounds of their bodies colliding, "slap slap slap slap," echoed through the bedroom.
I thrust in and out rhythmically, and my mother's mouth kept uttering: "Ah...ah...faster...ah
...faster...um...oh...son...no...ah...ah...no...so...harder...ah...
ah..."
At first, my mother told me to hurry up, then told me not to use so much force, but I was like someone on aphrodisiacs
, increasing the force, the sounds growing louder, and my mother's cries growing louder too. Suddenly, I felt a surge of vaginal fluid rush to
my glans; my mother had orgasmed.
I pulled my penis out, paused for a moment, lay down on the bed, and let my mother sit on top of me, holding my penis.
Before my penis was fully inserted into my mother's cunt, I began to vigorously thrust my hips.
My mother's moans were deafening: "Um...um...ah...um...so good...ah...son
...faster..."
But I was too unsuccessful; I got tired very quickly. My mother twisted her hips,
thrusting up and down. I made my mother get off me, turn to her side, and lifted one of her legs to begin my thrusting. My mother
screamed again as I fucked her: "Ah...ah...son...ah...um...harder..."
It seemed my mother liked my big cock, liked making love with me. I wanted to conquer her, I wanted to conquer
her! The first time I made love with my mother, I fucked her for almost an hour and a half. She orgasmed three times. We
changed positions many times, my aim being to show her that her son could fuck her very well.
Finally, a strong desire surged through me; I knew I had reached the climax!
Before I ejaculated, my mother screamed wildly: "Ah...ah...um...ah...Mom...Mom...
I can't take it anymore...ah..."
I also gasped, saying, "Mom, your son can't take it anymore either..."
Finally, with a low growl, my cock trembled uncontrollably, and the accumulated semen rushed into
my mother's deepest depths like a burst dam. At the same time, my mother orgasmed again!
My mother and I kissed for a while, then lay together, facing each other, gazing deeply into each other's eyes.
"Son, do you know what you were just doing?" Mom asked me.
"Making love with Mom!" I told the truth.
"Who made love with you! That was rape!" Mom disagreed.
I said: I didn't rape you, Mom, you were the one who started it, asking me to...you...
Mom hesitated for a moment, tears welling up, because I had told the truth. Mom, like an insecure
woman, asked me again: Son, do you really love Mom? Are you really willing to give Mom happiness?
I gently stroked Mom's nose: Silly woman, you're my woman now,
how could I not love you, not give you happiness?
But Mom said helplessly: But, but we are...we are...mother and son!
I didn't care at all, who cares if we're mother and son or what: mother and son? That's just an
excuse for mothers and sons like us who can't be together. Mom, I love you, let me take care of you! Mom, do you know,
just now, I made the most important decision of my life: I will never get married, I will only grow old with you.
Mom was getting anxious: "Son, this won't do. If you don't get married, our family line will end."
I said, "Mom, I can have a child with you! Not long ago, didn't you get pregnant with that cook's child?" As
soon as I said that, I felt incredibly awkward! If it weren't for that damn cook, I wouldn't have even considered
taking care of Mom myself.
Hearing this, Mom suddenly became sad: "Son, I'm sorry, I blame myself for not listening to your
advice back then.
" I stroked Mom's face, feeling heartbroken: "Mom, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have brought up that painful memory.
But I really want to have a child with you; the deeper my love for you, the stronger that desire becomes."
Mom suddenly asked me directly: "Son, when did you start loving me?"
Without thinking: "It should be traced back to the beginning of time."
Mom said: "You're so silly."
I said seriously: "Mom, I don't know when I fell in love with you, but I definitely
realized it after I found out about you and that cook." You have no idea how much pain I
endured during that time; I don't even dare to think about it. Every time I think about you and that cook, my heart breaks.
Mom was ashamed: "Son, you don't blame me, do you?"
I said, feeling wronged: "Yes! How could I not blame you! Thankfully, you're my woman now." Mom didn't
say anything.
I scratched my head and said to Mom again: "I've forgiven you, my love. So, are you willing to accept
your son's love and continue my family line?"
Mom thought for a long time, then nodded: "Yes!" Then we hugged each other and went to sleep peacefully
.
Now you know, part of what I did tonight came from my love for Mom!
And part of it came from discovering my love for Mom. She's a woman who fills me with a protective and possessive desire
! But the root of all this still has to do with that cook.
One weekend in June, my mother was out. I needed to go to her room to get some
documents, but while rummaging through her drawer, I found a hospital report. The results showed that
my mother was pregnant!
It was a bolt from the blue; I was completely stunned! Looking at the date, the test was yesterday.
Holding the paper, I collapsed onto my mother's bed, feeling utterly weak. She's forty-five! She's been divorced for four years and hasn't
remarried! She hadn't even told me she had a boyfriend!
You don't think this child is mine, do you?
If you thought that after I had sex with my mother, I would be very happy; I really want to
have a child with her. But, but, before that, I hadn't even thought about those taboo things!
The most outrageous thing I remember doing was smelling my mother's underwear and putting her stockings on my penis to masturbate.
Damn it, whose child is this? My heart was filled with doubt and overwhelming sadness. I had to
know who the father of this child was!
As a child from a single-parent family, my mother's pregnancy was like a bombshell, shattering me into pieces
. Wasn't this a blatant way of telling me that I was no longer my mother's only child? She had someone else. I wondered
if I was about to lose her?
But did my mother really need to hide the fact that she had a boyfriend from me, a university student in the same city? If they
were dating with marriage in mind, did my mother have to tell me? Now she even has a child and
hasn't told me—what does this mean? What does this mean? My head is throbbing…
Because summer vacation started early, I'm currently free. I don't want to go out to work or do an internship, so I
stay home all day watching TV and playing online games. Occasionally, friends will ask me to go out, and we'll hang out together. But right now,
the only thing I want to do is find out about my mother's man!
My mother is very beautiful, with a great figure to begin with, and she frequently goes to beauty salons to maintain her appearance.
When I was in high school, my mother quit her job at her company to come home and take care of me. After the college entrance exam,
she and her friend opened a restaurant, and her business was thriving; she seemed
very busy.
In the following days, I followed my mother and discovered that the person she interacted with most
was actually her former head chef—Li Dajun! While following her, I saw them
eating and chatting together several times, and they walked on the street, seemingly very intimate, even though they weren't holding hands.
Knowing about the man, I can't stop thinking about my mother being taken advantage of by that somewhat
overweight chef in bed, and it makes me incredibly agitated. I wonder if my mother will give birth to that child? The more I think about
it, the more agitated I become! I don't know if my mother will give birth, but she's a very stubborn
person; once she's made up her mind about something at work, she won't change it. If she insists on having the child, I doubt anyone
can stop her. I desperately hope she'll abort it!
And then there's that chef—damn it! I've had a few interactions with him before, and I feel like he's
the kind of person who's two-faced. When he was working at my mom's restaurant, I often heard him talk about female customers
with big breasts and short skirts, saying they wanted to sleep with my mom. I wondered, why would my mom choose to
be with him?
After thinking for a long time, I made up some reasons without really understanding why: maybe he seemed honest.
My mom used to have to go through him for things like inventory and accounting; he was in charge of purchasing and sorting the food. Maybe
my mom had more contact with him, and having been single for many years, she couldn't resist the attention and sweet talk of other men, and then her
strong sexual desire combined with the feelings that developed between them—it was like dry wood meeting a raging fire!
Damn! Damn! Damn! Damn! Damn!
No wonder I felt something was off this semester. Every time I went home and looked through my mom's stockings, underwear, bras, and the like,
there were new ones every week—black ones, mesh ones. The drawers in the closet were all full.
After finding out my mom was pregnant, I went to her room and searched carefully. Guess what I saw?
There was a box in her bedside table, and inside the box was a huge electric dildo. I
found condoms in several bags she left at home, and even a set of
unopened lingerie in a slightly larger handbag.
I searched high and low, and my efforts paid off. Deep in the closet, I found several pairs of
what looked like torn stockings with white residue stuck to them – clearly semen.
Why didn't she throw them away?! Why did she bring them home?!
Seeing my mother using sex toys when she was alone, I suddenly understood
the loneliness and pain she endured as a woman. Who wrote the novel "The Edge of Love and Pain"? That title
is fucking perfect; it breaks my heart!
One noon, my mother and I were eating together. She said she felt nauseous and didn't want to eat anymore. Then
she went to the bathroom! I knew what had happened. When she came back, I asked her what was wrong. She said her
stomach had been a little upset for the past few days and that some medicine would help. Good heavens! She was already having physical symptoms! How far along was she in her pregnancy
?
The morning after this incident, my mother was taking a shower when I saw her phone on
the coffee table in the living room. I picked it up and looked through it; it wasn't locked. My first thought was to check her text messages and various
chat apps. But the first message almost killed me! The sender's contact was saved as "Darling
," and the message was simple and to the point:
Mom: I'm pregnant!
Darling: Get rid of it!
Mom: I told you to use a condom, but you didn't! I even prepared one for you!
Darling: We've done it so many times and nothing happened, how come now?
Mom: How should I know!
These seemingly accusatory words were as sweet as honeyed flirtation. I knew they had slept together long ago
. I had inquired about the chef from the employees at my mother's restaurant; he had been divorced for years and now lived in
a rented apartment in the suburbs.
To confirm it was the chef, I took the phone number I had copied down to some
employees at the restaurant who used to know him well. They confirmed, without much fanfare, that it was indeed Li Dajun's phone number.
That afternoon, after dinner, Mom went out wearing a t-shirt with buttons down the front and didn't
return home until almost ten o'clock. When she came back, I noticed that the buttons on her shirt were open, revealing her
cleavage, and her hair was disheveled. She wasn't walking as lightly as usual. I figured she must have gone to
that random guy in the suburbs, heavily pregnant with his child, and been taken advantage of! Mom,
what are you trying to do?
That night, I was very clear-headed. I considered two options for Mom: marry the cook, or
break up with him. But these were decisions that required mutual understanding.
As her son, I also felt I couldn't be too selfish. If my parents could find true love while they were still young,
we should bless them, not hinder their path to happiness!
I was thinking, Mom was willing to get pregnant by that man, so she must like him. Now, the only thing I need to do
is investigate this guy named Li Dajun. Mom's remarried; I need to be careful.
The next morning, Mom told me she'd be back at 10 PM. Wow! I didn't ask her what she was going to
do for so long, because I'd never asked her before. After Mom left, I noticed
the black fishnet stockings hanging on the balcony were gone, but I hadn't seen her wear them. I guess she'd stuffed them in her bag and taken them.
As a boy, I suddenly really wanted to know what Mom and that chef were doing together. Although it was painful to know at first
, now that I understand, it's quite exciting. In the afternoon, I bought some food and
went to the chef's rented apartment in the suburbs very early. I'd done all that research beforehand. Thinking Mom wouldn't be back until after 10 PM
, who else would I go to?
The chef's rented bungalow was far away and remote; it was a long walk, and there weren't many people around. Just as I was groping my way to
the exact location of the main kitchen, I overheard two migrant workers who hadn't gone to work and were resting at home chatting.
A: I knew Dajun was lucky! Look, that woman is really beautiful!
B: I'm so jealous! Why don't you be a chef too?
A: I'd love to be that kind of chef, but how dare I! My wife would skin me alive!
B: These past few months, I've often seen them coming and going here as a couple. You know, that woman is so
rich, why does she still work here?
A: If she weren't here, you could hear her lewd moans!
B: Hey! I wanted to hear them, but my wife keeps a tight rein on me at night, I can't even get out.
A: Can't get out? Haven't you heard it from here at home? The moans are so loud. Even from this far away, I can still faintly
hear them.
B's wife came out of the house: "You're resting at home today, not working. What are you two talking about? What's
so loud?"
A and B smiled similarly: "Nothing, nothing."
After finding the chef's house, I wandered around the area. It was indeed too remote;
there were hardly any residents or people around. Although there were a few rooms, the chef's seemed to be a
separate house from the rest of the house. After waiting for about two hours, it was almost 6:30 when I saw two figures walking by
. In the still-setting sun, I recognized the woman—it was my mother! I witnessed the adulterous couple enter
the room.
Since there weren't many people around, I went over and peered into the doorway to listen. As soon as they went in, I heard my
mother say: "Don't rush! Don't rush! You're always in such a hurry!"
Before I could finish speaking, my mom exclaimed, "Ah! I told you not to rush! I'm pregnant with your child!"
It turned out the chef had suddenly picked my mom up, and she said, "Be gentle."
I heard the chef say, "I'm going to fuck you until you're half-dead today, I won't stop until I'm done." Then the room
fell silent except for the sound of kissing. A short while later, I heard them throw their clothes on the floor.
Dajun: "Sis, you're so sexy! You don't look 45 at all, you look 30. Look at
your stockings, this is practically begging me to fuck you to death!"
Mom: "What! You're going to fuck me to death? I'm carrying your child!"
Dajun: "What if I kill him?"
Mom: "Do you want me to give birth to him?"
Dajun: "I don't know, right now I just want to fuck you hard!"
Then I heard a series of loud slapping sounds outside—how much force must it take to make that loud?!
My mom started screaming wildly, and now I finally understood what those two migrant workers meant by their conversation.
My mother started yelling: "Junzi, be gentle! Ah...ah...ahhh...put my hands down
...ah...ah...ah...no...don't tie me up with your belt..."
I was so engrossed in the listening that I didn't notice a few more listeners had come in, which startled me! They shushed me
, telling me to be quiet and listen carefully, it was so exciting!
For the first time, I felt a sense of wantonness towards my mother; her lewdness could actually attract so many
people to worship her!
Anyway, I didn't leave, I wasn't embarrassed, I kept listening! Suddenly, I felt someone tap my
shoulder. I turned around, and a man who looked to be in his forties said to me: "Young man, is this your first time here?
I've never seen you before."
I smiled: "Yeah, it's exciting!"
He said: "We come here often to listen. After listening, we're full of energy, and when we go home, we have a great time with our wives,
making them scream as loudly as this woman in the video."
I said: "I'm here to learn too."
Then we continued listening until my mother and her companion finished, and only then did we, the free audience, reluctantly
disperse. I was about to leave when the middle-aged man, as if possessed, stood in front of me and said, "Young man,
come again often. I feel a strong connection with you." Seriously? Are all middle-aged men like this, trying to get close to young people
?
Then I went home, and my mother returned right on time—she really did come
back exactly when she said she would. When she came back, I immediately noticed something was wrong with her; the stockings she hadn't worn when she left
were now on her legs. I didn't say anything.
This eavesdropping experience made me feel that my mother's body and soul might be involved with that chef; even their sex
was SM. I must find out about that man's character as soon as possible and properly vet him for my mother. But
for now, no matter what, I can only temporarily accept that they're together because my mother loves him deeply.
If, in the end, that man is indeed problematic, I must make sure my mother cuts off all contact
with him; that's my responsibility. If the man is a decent person in all aspects, I'm willing
to find out if my mother has any intention of remarrying, and then try to bring them together. I can't be too selfish
!
But how can I find out? Asking Dajun's current colleagues? I don't know them. Asking my mother's colleagues
at her restaurant? I'm afraid of revealing myself. Going to his hometown to inquire? That's too far. After much thought, I finally decided...
There's one person I never thought of! It's that strange uncle from tonight. Maybe they live nearby and
know each other well!
The next day, when Mom went out in the afternoon, she said she'd be back late. Mom
went out with her hair tied up, but when she came back, her hair was disheveled, a kind of messy beauty. Actually, that night, I
went with her again. And I ran into that uncle who told me we were destined to meet the night before. He was eavesdropping again; apparently, my mom's
moans were their free Viagra!
When I saw him, before I could even speak, he said, "I told you we were destined to meet yesterday, and I didn't expect
to see each other again today." Hmm, his words always felt really strange to me, like he had a crush on me.
I just smiled at him. He seemed to sense my hesitation and said, "Young man, don't think I
have ulterior motives. It's just that last night was the first time I saw you, and I felt an instant connection with you. You look just like my son
; he's still in college." Oh, right, I forgot to tell you my name is Kang Wei. You can
ask around the area; I'm definitely not a bad person!
That night, I went home with Kang Wei's phone number and address. I knew my job was
n't about stalking my mother anymore—they'd already slept together. My main goal now was to find out about that chef!
After much consideration, Kang Wei became my entry point. The next day, I went to the suburbs again and inquired
about Kang Wei in populated areas. People nearby called him Brother Kang, saying he was the most influential
person in the area and everyone respected him. I was overjoyed. That meant finding out about that person
would be easy. I needed to build a relationship with Kang Wei first before getting to the point, to avoid seeming presumptuous!
I'm an intellectual, after all.
I contacted Kang Wei, and he told me to call him Uncle Kang. He said he'd be working at the construction site until 6 PM
, and if I wanted to visit, I should come at 6 PM. Of course I'd go! No matter what time!
The first time I visited Uncle Kang's house and met Aunt Kang, I was shocked. Aside from her simple clothes, she
was an absolutely stunning mature woman—a perfect figure, a beautiful face, a large bust, and
a gorgeous butt! No wonder Uncle Kang listened to my mother's moans every day; with such a beautiful wife,
he must be constantly having sex with her. Aunt Kang was very welcoming and liked me a lot, saying I looked just
like their Kang Kang when he was still working at school!
Don't all parents have this parental feeling, easily
treating the children around them as their own when their own children aren't around?
From then on, I chatted with Uncle Kang every night about everyday things—studies, the hardships of working, and the
difficulties of life. They felt I was a child who had suffered, very polite, and sensible—just like their
son.
Haha! I originally just wanted to ask some questions, but I unexpectedly got to admire Aunt Kang, and
she even introduced me to a close friend of Uncle Kang despite our age difference.
After we got to know each other better, it became easier for me to ask questions. Starting one evening, I began to intermittently
inquire about Chef Dajun from Uncle Kang. I said I was very curious; that guy was really good with women! Uncle Kang asked
if young men these days had such strong desires for sex, and they were afraid their sons wouldn't be able to control
themselves at school and would get girls pregnant.
I told Uncle Kang not to worry, that universities are very open, and sex between men and women is normal. I said I'd
had one or two girlfriends and slept with them, but I always used condoms. I said that girls these days
are more self-protective, and boys are more safety-conscious, so things wouldn't go wrong.
Uncle Kang said it seemed that older generations of men had a weak sense of safety, and women lacked self-protection
. "Look," he said, "that woman Dajun is with now, he even bragged to us that he got her pregnant!"
"Huh?!" I pretended to be shocked.
Uncle Kang, behind Aunt Kang's back, told me, "You might not believe it, but even though they're always
having sex in bed, that woman was heavily pregnant when she slept with him." Da Jun said, "That woman really enjoys being subservient to
him; she can't live without him."
"Really? He told you all this?" I said.
Uncle Kang said, "Da Jun and I are actually from the same hometown. He's the kind of person who loves to show off. Whenever he talks about women,
he'll go on and on about all the women he's been with, making all the old men around here incredibly envious,
especially those whose wives are strict with them. They're so jealous they'd grind their teeth, wishing they could be Da Jun.
" "Doesn't he have a wife?" I asked.
"Yes! He used to, but not anymore. His wife was a waitress at a restaurant. A few years ago, she
got involved with the restaurant owner. When Da Jun found out, he went home and beat his wife up. Unexpectedly, her boss
got some people to beat Da Jun up too! He even ended up in the hospital!"
Later, his wife's boss hired a lawyer to help her divorce Dajun, and the two of them even got married.
Considering her son's future, Dajun's wife simply took Dajun's son with her, and now he calls that man "Dad
." And now, Dajun's ex-wife has given birth to twins for her current husband, a boy and a girl
, and they live a happy and fulfilling life. Dajun's son has also integrated into that happy family.
Uncle Kang became more and more enthusiastic as he spoke, and I listened with increasing fascination, wishing I could investigate Dajun's
entire lineage!
Uncle Kang said that Dajun is actually very pitiful. He experienced his wife's betrayal and the separation from his son. Now,
it's very difficult for him to even see his son, as his ex-wife's family has immigrated abroad. Therefore, he hates the restaurant
owner to the core!
Uncle Kang told me that Dajun doesn't just hate his ex-wife's boss, but he directs his hatred towards all restaurant
owners. He himself is a chef, so he has caused trouble at every restaurant he's worked at. After his divorce, Dajun
was fired by his boss within days because the food he cooked was practically inedible. After some time, he learned
his lesson and stopped tampering with the food. Instead, he sought revenge on his bosses: if the boss was male, he would target the boss's wife
; if the boss was female, he would go after the boss directly.
I was terrified. My mother was a female boss, so this couldn't be him… My worries were
interrupted by Uncle Kang's words.
I don't know how Dajun did it, or where he learned his womanizing skills. He'd worked at
several restaurants, sleeping with the women of each owner without being caught. Only two years ago, while
working at a restaurant, he accidentally offended a chef friend who knew him very well. His friend, consumed by rage
, told the boss about Dajun sleeping with his current boss's woman. They set a trap and caught Dajun
in bed with her. To protect his reputation, the boss didn't send Dajun to jail, but instead crippled one of his
fingers—did you notice? This deepened his resentment!
Hearing this, I was even more frightened. This chef wasn't a chef at all, but a monster! What should I
do about my mother?
Uncle Kang continued: Over the years, Dajun has become even more cunning and treacherous. Many of his friends are
wary of him. His womanizing skills have become incredibly refined. He hates his boss, he hates women
, and he sleeps with other women too. He told us all this himself!
After losing his finger, Dajun moved here, living a life of nightly revelry. We were all incredibly envious of him
, wondering how many women he'd had. Sometimes, Dajun would tell us about his romantic escapades, even looking down on
us for our poor sexual function, saying we didn't have his skills and methods!
The young people here, and even older men like me, were used to listening to his live-
action erotic songs outside his door—it was so exciting! It's been almost two years now, but in the last six months, he
hasn't seemed to have changed women much. Apparently, it's his former restaurant's single female owner. Dajun is really arrogant;
if they got married and had children, the revenge would be perfect, and he could even seize his boss's assets
!
I got anxious: "Uncle Kang, is Dajun really that bad?"
At this moment, Aunt Kang sat down next to us: "Anyway, Dajun isn't a good person. It's
best not to mess with him!"
I nodded. Over the next few days, I'd intermittently inquired about Dajun from Uncle Kang
, and summarized it: His affair with my mother was absolutely impossible. I couldn't let my mother walk into a trap
, I couldn't pretend not to know there was a pit in front of her and let her willingly jump in!
After fully understanding Dajun, to expose that beast's true colors to my mother, I
placed her pregnancy test results on the coffee table in the living room. She looked nervous when she saw them. I told her I
knew everything about her and wanted to know her thoughts.
My mother said that she had never considered finding another man before because of me, but now she felt
she had met true love, and she wanted to marry that cook named Dajun and have the child. She said, "
To love someone is to leave a sweet trace with that person!"
Pah! A sweet trace, my foot! Scum! He actually used tricks to make my mother so devoted and submissive.
Before I could even speak! My mom asked if I supported her finding another partner.
I said, "Mom, you've worked so hard for me. I'd wholeheartedly support you finding someone, but that Dajun is no
good. He has ulterior motives; he's not kind at all!" As I spoke, I told her what Uncle Kang had told me
, and even copied the recording of my conversation with Uncle Kang onto her laptop for her to listen to.
Guess what my mom's response was?
She said, "I know all about his past, but after being with him, I've discovered he's actually a good person,
not bad at all. He's very good to me. He said he's changing for me, trying to become a better
person!
" Holy crap!
What the hell is wrong with my mom? She's so blinded by greed, believing that Dajun is the
kind of good man she can entrust her life to.
I said, "Mom, if it's him, I absolutely disagree."
My mom said, "Can you bear to see your mother suffer like this?" Besides, there's more in my belly, more…
I started to sneer: Mom, you mean now that you're pregnant, you don't have to care about me anymore, you don't have
to consider my feelings anymore, right? Haha…
My mom said no, no, give me some time, you two should get to know each other, you'll accept him,
he's really a good person.
I was furious and told her about what I overheard that night—Dajun using a belt to bind my pregnant mother and sexually abuse
her, saying that the man didn't cherish her at all.
My mom still stubbornly insisted: I did it willingly!
Finally, feeling utterly helpless and resigned, I said: This is your business, it has nothing
to do with me, I don't care anymore, you two figure it out yourselves, I've given up hope.
After saying that, I turned around and went back to my room. My mom didn't say anything, she also ran back to her room, lay on the bed
and cried incessantly. I could tell she was very sad. But do you know, your son is even more heartbroken!
These past few days I've stayed home, not allowing my mom to go out, not allowing her to use the phone or the computer! I felt like I was in a
prison, confining my mother to our home, cut off from the outside world. That man would never dare to
barge in. Yet, almost every night, I could hear my mother crying.
She often stood on the balcony, staring blankly at the world outside, her face devoid of color,
completely different from how she looked after being pampered by that chef. She was pregnant! How could she be so melancholy? Seeing
my mother growing thinner and thinner, I was terrified. Mom, what's wrong with you?
One day, my mother came out of her bedroom, walked to me who was watching TV, and suddenly knelt down
. I was stunned.
I helped her up, but she wouldn't get up, crying and begging me: "Son, please grant your mother's wish.
I've sacrificed so much for you, and now I've met someone I love, but you're like a distant river... Waaah
... Please grant your mother's wish... Please grant your mother's wish... Waaah..."
My mother actually fainted while crying. I was terrified and quickly took her to the hospital. The doctor said: "Mom
's emotional state and nutrition are both poor, which is affecting the baby's health. She needs to take good care of herself; she's currently experiencing excessive grief."
It was all due to emotions; I need to manage them.
The doctor's words were like knives etched into my heart. My mother had actually fainted from grief over that man. I collapsed
beside her bed, tears of despair streaming down my face.
I knew that only by returning my mother to that man could she possibly regain her former strong, independent self
. My mother used to be such a proud person, and now she was bowing and scraping before me. I couldn't bear
to think about it anymore; it was heartbreaking!
I took my mother home. She rested in bed, and I sighed deeply in the bathroom: Why is this happening?! Then
, I went to my mother's room, returned her phone, and said, "Mom, go pursue your happiness. I don't care about you anymore
. Although I don't like that Dajun, I'm not heartless. I still hope you're healthy and
happy!
" My mother got up and hugged me tightly, saying, "Thank you, son." Then I left. I knew my mother
would definitely change her clothes and go see that man. A little while later, my mother indeed came out, dressed beautifully,
like a newlywed.
Inside the rented room, two naked people cuddled on the bed, passionately sucking each other's tongues, their
movements lingering and intense. "
Sister, I thought you didn't want me anymore! So much time has passed, I couldn't get through on the phone, no replies to messages,
not even on WeChat or QQ.
Since you can't reach me, why don't you come to my house? I'm going crazy missing you!" "
Sister, I want to come to you too, but with your son, how can I dare!" "
Junzi, aren't you brave enough to be brave for me just once?" "
Sister, we finally met, let's not talk about sad things anymore. I've been so pent up these past few days, let me
love you properly!"
"Junzi, you naughty thing, I hope you're pent up! I'm carrying your child, be gentle later." "
Sister, don't worry, I'm here!"
My mother held Dajun's scrotum in one hand and grasped his erect penis with the other. She teased
his glans with her tongue, her adoring gaze utterly captivating. Suddenly, she opened her mouth and
swallowed Dajun's enormous penis whole. That swallowing, that oral skill—I only experienced it later.
Dajun actually moaned as his mother sucked him: "Sister, your slutty mouth feels so good, I want
to fuck you right now!"
Mom, how obedient are you? Dajun only said he wanted to fuck you, and you spat out his penis, proactively
sticking out your plump ass, and turned back to gaze deeply at this man, saying ambiguously: "Junzi,
fuck me if you want! My pussy is for you to fuck!
" Holy crap! Feng Menglan, are you even my real mother? How could you be so shameless!
Da Jun raised his spear and thrust it in, but stopped after only a few thrusts, as if pondering
something. There was no reason for him to stop! Could it be out of pity, realizing his mother was pregnant?
Da Jun said, "Sister, it's been so long, I haven't even fucked your asshole yet, so take this opportunity to offer it to me."
His mother turned around: "Junzi, do you really want my asshole?"
Da Jun nodded. His mother said, "Then go ahead and fuck me, anyway, I'm yours!"
What the hell! Mom, what do you mean, "Go ahead and fuck me, anyway, I'm yours"? Disgusting! Disgusting! Ptooey!
Don't let his mother's age fool you, her little asshole was still as beautiful and delicate as a spring flower. Da Jun spat a few
times and slowly smeared it into his mother's little asshole. Afraid it wouldn't be lubricated enough, he also smeared the vaginal fluid from his mother's vagina
onto her little asshole. Da Jun's saliva mixed with his mother's vaginal fluid—adulterous couple!
Dajun raised his engorged, veiny penis, aimed it at his mother's anus, and thrust it in.
His mother screamed, "Dajun, it hurts! It hurts! It hurts so much!"
Amidst her cries of pain, Dajun seemed to retain a sliver of humanity: "Sister, bear with it. If it really hurts too much
, I'll stop.
" His mother said, "It's okay, I can take it!"
After a few thrusts, traces of blood seeped from his mother's anus. His mother was willingly
enduring the pain for this man! She even reminded Dajun, "Fuck me harder!"
You might think Dajun was being chivalrous, but he was just putting on an act earlier. Now, he relentlessly thrust into
his mother's anus, driving her to a frenzy of lust: "Ah...ah...Dajun...fuck me harder...fuck my
anus harder...fuck me harder...ah...my anus is yours...ah...fuck me harder...fuck me harder..."
The pain had long since transformed into pleasure; the anal sex had never felt as desolate as when love was a thing of the past!
Suddenly, Dajun started moaning, "Sis, your little asshole is so tight, it feels so good! I'm about to cum
."
Mom said, enjoying herself, "Junzi, cum, cum all into my asshole."
Dajun's thick semen gushed out, and he panted heavily, "Sis, come here and lick my dick clean."
Mom, like an obedient little bitch, turned around and lowered her head to lick Dajun's filthy penis, cleaning off
the remaining semen.
That night, Mom didn't go home. Although she was pregnant, she and Dajun
stayed in that rented room all night, until she was completely exhausted.
I couldn't reason with Mom, so I asked my grandparents to talk to her. The next day, Mom came home and slept all
day. That night, my grandparents tried to reason with her on the phone, but it was no use. Mom was too
deeply intoxicated and beyond saving!
I could only console myself: that Dajun genuinely cared for my mother. Even if he
sexually abused her during her pregnancy, it was still a way of showing love. Even if he had a terrible past and had done many bad things,
as long as he was willing to change for my mother, I was willing to accept him because I wanted my mother to be happy!
However, this self-consolation shattered a few days later. One night, around midnight, Li
Dajun called me urgently, saying that my mother had miscarried and was bleeding heavily, and was currently
receiving treatment at the Municipal Women and Children's Health Hospital.
So it was this beast, this scum! Just tonight, he tied my mother to the bed for S&M,
whipped her with a belt, and after he finished, he even used an oversized vibrator on my mother's vagina. In the end, my mother
unfortunately suffered severe bleeding.
Seeing this, Li Dajun panicked. Having no other option, he called 120 and took my mother to the Maternal
and Child Health Hospital. After arriving, the doctor insisted that a family member come, and he had no choice but to use my mother
's phone to call me. I was stunned.
When I arrived, the man was nowhere to be seen. I thought he was trying to escape that night! Seeing this,
I felt truly heartbroken for my mother: even if she was casual, she should have found a reliable man!
After a long time, the doctor came out of the operating room and said: "The patient's condition is stable now, but
she must rest and recuperate during this period. Pregnant women should avoid doing things they shouldn't do during pregnancy,
especially since the patient is now of advanced maternal age. This miscarriage will be extremely harmful to her body."
I was moved to tears: "Thank you, doctor. We will definitely take good care of Mom. Thank you, thank you!" My
mother stayed in the hospital for two days, and my grandmother came from the countryside to take care of her. After returning home, my grandmother took great care
of my mother, attending to her every need, comforting her wounded heart and body.
My mother was overjoyed to be with Dajun, and she eagerly anticipated giving birth to his child
. Unfortunately, Dajun truly didn't cherish my mother at all, and had absolutely no sense of responsibility as a man! Even with her
limbs bound, she pleaded with Dajun to stop, to
stop whipping her belly, to stop relentlessly thrusting the vibrator into her, all to protect the child in her womb. Her pleas were so helpless; she
was heartbroken and wept in this pain!
My mother didn't know that the very next day after her incident, I contacted the restaurant
owners Dajun had previously harmed and told them about Dajun's deception and rape of their wives! They were enraged and, together, hired
some thugs to completely cripple Dajun in his rented apartment. He lost his arms and legs, was unable to speak
, and his proud penis was severely damaged, rendered permanently useless. He received only
minor treatment in secret and was then sent to another city, becoming a beggar on the streets!
Li Dajun would never understand that the classic line from "Infernal Affairs," "What goes around comes around,"
would happen to him. He has the means to get women, and I have the means to make sure he never gets any. I had already
found the phone numbers of all the restaurant owners Li Dajun had worked for, but I still held onto a sliver of hope that he
would become a good person.
When my mother first came home, she would occasionally mutter Dajun's name; we all knew she
hadn't given up on him. I wondered what kind of state my mother had reached to be
so infatuated with a man, even if that man was a beast.
Later, in a Mao Zedong Thought class, I finally understood. The teacher gave us an example: a
beautiful teenage girl actually committed suicide for a man in his forties who was ugly and disabled.
Why?
It turned out that the girl had suffered abuse from her parents and bullying from her siblings in a poor rural family since childhood. No one treated her
well, so she chose to work as this man's nanny. Unexpectedly, this single man treated her exceptionally
well, providing her with unprecedented satisfaction emotionally, materially, and physically.
If a girl doesn't receive care and love from a young age, then when she grows up,
as long as someone is willing to give her a sliver of care and hope, she will treat that person as her entire
world. This is why girls should be raised in affluent circumstances—so they won't be easily deceived by men.
My mother was lonely for too long, and suddenly a man entered her life, bringing her
both spiritual and physical pleasure. That's why she poured her heart and soul into the man who was willing to care for and look after her
, becoming hopelessly entangled in this twisted relationship, unable to extricate herself, sinking deeper and deeper, no matter how
despicable the man was!
If you think my mother's story ends here, you're wrong! This
is just the beginning. My
mother rested at home for almost a month and recovered quite well, returning
to work at the restaurant in mid-August. Seeing that my mother was alright, my grandmother gave her a few words of advice and then returned to her hometown with peace of mind.
A few days after my grandmother passed away, one night I tossed and turned, unable to sleep. Thinking of grabbing a can of Fanta from the refrigerator, I passed by my mother's
room and heard moaning sounds coming from inside! Listening closely, I could even hear the buzzing of an electric
vibrator. I knew my mother was using her vibrator.
For the next few nights, I subconsciously listened to the sounds from my mother's room almost every day. I
even shamelessly fantasized about my mother masturbating in there. I suddenly realized that not letting my mother find a man
was too cruel for her. No, I didn't mean she couldn't find a man, but rather that she should find a reliable one
.
Finally, I made a great decision. Among all the men, besides those I could absolutely guarantee
would be responsible for my mother and give her happiness, I couldn't be sure about anyone else. So, I decided to take matters into my own hands.
And today, August 25th, I put my decision into practice. I raped my mother, fulfilling my promise! But, rather than rape, it was more like consensual sex; my mother 　　submitted to me
from the very beginning .
We finally became one, becoming even closer to each other.
When my huge cock pried open the tightly closed door of my mother's cunt, our desires
surged like a raging flood. For five days straight, we didn't leave the house, making love all the time, making
love wildly. The living room, balcony, dining room, bathroom—every corner of the house bore
the marks of our union. When we were tired, we rested; when we were rested, we went for it again! In front of me, my mother was incredibly
alluring; in front of her, I was unstoppable.
Every time I fucked my mother until she cried out ecstatically, "Ah... um... so good... ah... so good... ah... so good..."
I would ask her, "Mom, do you like your son's big cock fucking you?"
My mother, panting heavily, would still answer, "Ah... ah... I like it... ah... I like it...
ah... son... Mom likes it so much... ah... so much... you... fuck me hard
..."
After these past few days of my "watering," my mother has completely surrendered to me. Although I really don't want to say that my mother
is actually a slut, having sex with her is really great, but my mother's sex drive is really strong, so slutty that you might think
you'll never love another woman again!
My happy times with my mother have unknowingly reached May of the following year. In these past few months, my
mother and I have become increasingly adventurous, role-playing, SM, we've tried everything imaginable. Our
sex life has become more and more harmonious, and our relationship has deepened.
However, during this time, my mother's uninvited guest, her period, came, making it impossible for me to have sex with her for a long time,
but this period has never been this long before! Fortunately, my mother still has two other orifices
for me to unleash my lewdness.
My mother hadn't told me when her period would end until one morning, when I suddenly received a text message from her during class
: "My dear son, Mom's fertile period has arrived."
Seeing this message, I was overjoyed. Mom had been plotting and enduring for so long, all
for this day! My concentration in class vanished instantly; I skipped class and went home.
But Mom wasn't home; she must have gone to work. It wasn't until 5 PM that I heard
her open the door. There she was, Mom in a black business suit. Her
top clung to her high breasts, the skirt barely concealing her plump, round buttocks, her long legs
covered in delicate, sheer flesh-colored stockings, and she wore ten-centimeter white high heels! Incredibly alluring. As
soon as Mom entered the house, I rushed over and excitedly swept her up in my arms, carrying her to the bedroom.
We didn't speak a word the whole way, lost in a passionate kiss.
Reaching the bed, I bent down and gently placed Mom on it. Her arms were around my neck
, her lips still unwilling to part from mine.
Suddenly, I became very tender. I told my mother not to be naughty and slowly unbuttoned her blouse, one clasp at a time . Her
breasts, encased in a black lace bra, stood proudly before me, revealing the cleft Tagore had described.
I pulled down her bra and licked her nipples, gently sucking and nibbling. My mother
couldn't help but moan. Soon, I was naked, and I also removed my mother's skirt.
I always let her wear her white high heels, because they looked incredibly sexy with her sheer stockings!
As I passionately kissed my mother, one hand roamed over her thigh. The smoothness of the stockings felt
wonderful to the touch! I slowly kissed her from top to bottom, reaching her vulva. Her crotch was visibly wet. I pulled down her
panties, revealing glistening pubic hair glistening with her vaginal fluid. My lips touched her vulva, my tongue teasing
her already erect clitoris. Stimulated by me, my mother spread her legs and bent them, her high heels clicking on the sheets.
My mother, already aroused, kept saying, "Son, I can't take it anymore! Fuck me! Fuck
me!"
My penis, already rock hard, immediately knelt up, grabbed my mother's silk-stockinged legs
, pulled them forward, and spread them apart on either side of my waist. I held my
penis with one hand, letting the glans rest between my mother's labia, gently rubbing it there.
My mother started yelling again, "Son, fuck me! Fuck me!"
Instantly, I thrust forward, my penis swallowed whole by my mother's vagina. My mother's vaginal walls were warm and moist,
offering no resistance whatsoever. Even though I had been fucking her for so long, she still tightly enveloped me. I
thrust in and out of my mother's vagina repeatedly, my thick penis causing her to gush with love juices.
Oh…good…good son…um…Mom is so happy…doing it…doing it so good…so good…do it faster
…ah…
oh…ah…so good…son…ah…so beautiful…ah…good son…Mom feels so good being fucked by you…ah
…ah…oh…do it…do your wife well…your own mother…ah…it’s hitting the spot
…so bad…ah…it’s hitting the inside…oh…son…your cock feels so good being fucked by Mom
…Mom wants to have your baby…ah…so good…ah…
Mom’s moaning skills are truly amazing! I thrust harder and harder.
I kept thrusting, bent down and picked up Mom, she clung tightly to my back, and
I started sucking on Mom’s breasts. Then my cock increased the frequency and force of the thrusts, and occasionally
stirred inside Mom’s vagina, making her vagina contract in waves, squeezing me so tightly that I felt incredibly good.
Fuck me…son…fuck me…fuck me hard…ah…ah…good…so good…so thick…so big…
I pounded my way through my mother's body, changing positions until she reached multiple orgasms. I knew that today
, the theme of our lovemaking was—conception!
The urge to ejaculate grew stronger and stronger. I tried to spread my mother's legs as wide as possible, pressing them towards her
chest, making her more exposed vulva allow me to penetrate even deeper. I thrust in and out dozens of times, my penis began to
tremble violently. With one last thrust, I pulled out my penis and then plunged it in again, aiming for the deepest part of my mother's body.
My penis spasmed violently, and thick semen gushed out from the tip of my penis,
filling my mother's uterus. My mother couldn't help but open her mouth and let out a soft "ah": Son, let me bear your
child…
It lasted for a long time before my violent ejaculation finally ended. I believe that at this moment, my mother's uterus must
be filled with her son's semen. After ejaculating, we remained together, and Mom let me lie on
top of her, playing with her breasts.
Suddenly, Mom said, "Son, you were amazing!"
Hearing Mom's praise, I was overjoyed. After a brief tender moment, I pulled my penis out of her vagina,
some semen still coming out, but I wasn't afraid at all! Mom, she would surely conceive
my child again in the place where she had given birth to me.
In the following days, to increase the chances of pregnancy, we had sex several more times. One month later, that night
, I was about to have sex with Mom again when she firmly refused. She said her period had
ended more than a week ago, and she hadn't had any symptoms, so she might be pregnant. I quickly took Mom to...
During the hospital checkup, when the doctor looked at the test results and told me that my mother was pregnant, as a soon-to-be father, I
burst into tears of joy! I can't explain the excitement I felt at that moment, because no words can describe
the happiness that seeped into my heart! My mother was also very happy.
During my mother's pregnancy, I took a break from school to stay home and take good care of her. I told my maternal grandparents that my mother had conceived through IVF and wanted to have
a second child. My maternal grandparents had no doubt that the child in my mother's belly was mine.
Ten months later, my mother went into labor, and my maternal grandparents and I anxiously stayed by her side outside the delivery room. Suddenly, a baby's cry
pierced my ears—I had a child! I had a child! The doctor congratulated us on the arrival of our daughter, and
tears welled up in my eyes. I had a daughter; I was a father!
My mother lay weakly on the bed, and my daughter lay beside her. She looked at me happily, and I looked at her happily
. Our family of three was now complete.
Two more years passed. My daughter could now say "daddy" and "mommy" and walk. After putting her to sleep, my mother
gently walked to my side and kissed me. Then she knelt under the computer desk, unzipped my pants, and began
licking my penis. And I, in this exclusive club, am typing away, telling you my
happy story with my mother.
Here, I wish all mothers and children who, like me and my mother, live happily ever after!
[The End]

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