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[Conquering the Beautiful Nurse Mom] (Chapter 8: A Huge Crisis and My Helplessness) 

Several days have passed since Dad came home. Although I've been constantly texting Mom, without
exception, I haven't received a reply. The frequency of my texts has gone from initial greetings to
sending a message whenever I think of it, but the result is always the same. I feel utterly hopeless,
surrounded by darkness.
But I see no glimmer of light, no hope. All I feel is despair, nothing but despair.
I haven't gotten any useful information from Chen Jie either. Because of the blow of Mom's sudden decision not to see me, I
haven't gone to see Chen Jie either. I'm waiting for a miracle, but this time, it seems heaven hasn't smiled upon me again,
nor heard my prayers.
"Hey, why are you so listless lately? What's wrong?"
It's my best friend's voice in my ear. It seems even that oblivious guy has noticed my recent strange behavior
. This isn't a good thing. It seems I need to pull myself together for that possible opportunity.
"What nonsense are you talking about? I've just been studying a lot lately."
"Damn, that's what scares me the most. Have you taken the wrong medicine?"
"Get lost! You're the one who's taken the wrong medicine! How dare you talk to your older brother like that?"
"Haha, actually, several of my brothers think you're possessed by something, that's why
you're like this. But it seems you're fine." "
Of course, your older brother is perfectly fine."
"Haha, that puts my mind at ease. By the way, do you want to come over to my place tonight? I got some good movies
."
"Oh? Really? You're not kidding me, are
you?" "Haha, I wouldn't dare lie to my older brother."
So I called my dad and said I was staying at a classmate's tonight to prepare for final exams, so
I wouldn't be home. My dad immediately approved when he heard it was for studying, but the biggest reason was that
my grades were indeed improving significantly; otherwise, it would have sounded like a lie.
As for why I didn't tell my mom, it's because she's probably not easy to talk to. Come to think of it, her
prejudice against me isn't new; it's been going on for a long time, probably because I haven't done anything good since I was little
.
As soon as school was over, my best friend and I rushed to his house. Once there, I eagerly asked him for his things.
"Hey bro, what's wrong with you today? So impatient! Don't worry, my parents aren't home tonight, we can
watch it in peace."
"Oh, you've really gotten bold today, daring to lecture your big brother!"
Saying this, I pretended to raise my fist. The guy, seeing the situation was getting out of hand, quickly apologized. I immediately
took out the movie he recommended. Just as he said, this movie was exactly my cup of tea, and
we watched the whole hour-long film in one go.
Midway through, unable to handle the stimulation, he started masturbating. He told me to do whatever I wanted, but I wasn't going to
waste my bullets, I thought to myself.
"Damn, that was great, boss."
"Seriously, the one you recommended this time was really high quality." "
Haha, I know you like mature women, boss. This actress is really beautiful."
"Yeah, she's got a lot of charm."
"To be honest, I think your mom is a real beauty too, boss. Have you ever been attracted to her?"
"If you keep talking nonsense, I'll cripple you."
Seeing that I was getting a little angry, the guy promptly shut up. But in my heart, I was thinking that I was more than just
attracted; I had even started to act on it, though things weren't going very smoothly. But I wouldn't tell
him what was on my mind, because deep down, my mother belonged to me alone, and I would never share her with anyone else. Even
photos were the same, although I had many lewd photos and videos of my mother.
We chatted back and forth, talking about erotic topics, like which teacher was good-looking, or
which young woman we saw today was very attractive.
Just then, the phone rang. It turned out that his parents would be home late tonight, not that they weren't coming home at all, and they told
him not to lock the door.
"Damn, didn't you say your parents weren't coming back?"
"Boss, this is an unexpected situation, I didn't know either."
"I'm off then. It's not good if your parents see us together so late. They seem to
have a bit of a prejudice against me."
"I'm really sorry about tonight, boss." "
It's okay, you contributed a good movie today, haha."
Saying this, I said goodbye. Seeing his touched expression, I couldn't help but laugh inwardly; it was so funny
. The gloom that had been building up for days seemed to vanish instantly.
Arriving at the door, I carefully opened the bedroom door, naturally
not wanting them to find out since I had told them I wasn't coming back tonight. But as soon as I entered, I sensed something was wrong; I could faintly hear moaning coming from inside
. I quietly went to my parents' bedroom door, listening carefully to the sounds inside. Sure enough, the moaning was coming from inside
. Could it be? My parents were having sex? I checked the time; it was only a little past 8 pm. I rushed back to my
room and turned on the monitor. The scene in my parents' room came into view.
My mother was lying naked on the bed, her clothes scattered on the floor, her black underwear still hanging on her left
leg, her hair disheveled and draped over the bed, beads of sweat glistening on her forehead. This scene clearly showed
how intense and sudden the sexual encounter had been. And the person on top of my mother was indeed
my father, that man who lasted three minutes.
What was going on? When did my father become so good, managing to do this to my mother? Although I was still wondering
why this was happening, the video didn't allow me any distraction, because the exciting
part was still unfolding.
With each thrust of my father's, I could hear my mother moaning softly, though
not loudly, it still greatly encouraged him. In all his years of sex, this was probably the only
time he'd ever heard his wife moan during sex, or so I thought. Although it was still different from the moans that filled the room when I was having sex with her...
It was incomparable, but still a huge breakthrough for Dad.
What was going on? I rubbed my eyes, almost unable to believe them. I pinched myself hard
before finally realizing this wasn't a dream, but real. I continued to stare wide-
eyed at the screen.
"How was it, wife? Wasn't your husband amazing?"
"Mmm, mmm, how come you were so amazing today?"
"Feels good, doesn't it? Haha."
With Mom's affirmative answer, Dad let out a loud laugh. His thrusting
became even more vigorous. I could almost hear the bed vibrating.
Dad twisted his waist vigorously, thrusting hard into Mom's vagina. With each impact
, Mom let out a moan. Dad seemed completely captivated by Mom's sounds, so
he became increasingly motivated.
"Wife, does it feel good? If it feels good, scream it out loud."
Saying this, Dad's movements didn't slow down at all, but Mom didn't comply
, still occasionally letting out moans. Seeing that Mom wasn't
moaning loudly as he wished, Dad seemed displeased.
"Slap, slap, slap."
Suddenly, I heard this sound. Looking closer, I realized that because Mom hadn't been
groaning loudly, Dad had started slapping her breasts. Each slap made a crisp sound, and
large beads of sweat seeped from her forehead, showing how much pain she was in.
"Ah, stop hitting my breasts, it hurts, ah—"
Finally, due to the pain, Mom began to beg for mercy. However, Dad was already
dominated by his lust, his mind filled with the desire to conquer the woman beneath him. Therefore, he didn't
react to Mom's pleas and continued slapping. Thus, Mom's pleas didn't stop Dad;
instead, they aroused his lust. Seeing this, Mom could only grit her teeth and endure
the burning pain from her breasts.
Seeing that Mom didn't beg for mercy or react otherwise, Dad became bored after a while.
He grabbed my mother's breasts tightly, watching them being squeezed and molded in his hands
. I saw my mother's brows furrow even more, indicating that the pain from his fondling was
even more intense than before. However, my father, holding both breasts, clearly didn't care about my mother's feelings.
On the contrary, he seemed to be enjoying the sensation, even closing his eyes
to savor the silky feel of her breasts and the pleasure from her vagina.
After a long time, my mother finally couldn't bear the pain any longer and tried to beg for mercy again. But every time she was about to speak
, my father would thrust hard into her vagina, making her swallow her words
and instead let out a seductive moan. Looking at my mother on the bed, I seemed to see
my father's proud smile. I felt that my father knew when my mother wanted to protest and deliberately
increased his movements at those times. When did my father learn this trick? A deep question lingered in my mind.
At this moment, the tingling sensation in Mom's lower body contrasted sharply with the pain emanating from her breasts, causing her brows
to furrow constantly, her expression shifting between pleasure and agony. The only indication of her immense physical exertion
was the increasing sweat on her forehead; I could clearly feel her long hair
matted together with perspiration.
Looking at her face contorted in pain, I secretly wondered if Mom had some kind of masochistic
potential. Otherwise, how could she make such alluring sounds even in such agony?
I even thought her pain could be a kind of aphrodisiac. It seemed
I had been too gentle before. Mom, it seems there's much more to explore about you than I imagined.
But I think Dad wasn't thinking any of this at the moment; everything he was doing was simply
acting on his instincts. These perverse thoughts were probably only
conceived by someone like me, who yearned for incest and to conquer Mom.
On the bed, Dad seemed to have regained his masculine dignity for the first time, showing no sign of wanting to give up. Initially, Mom
wanted to protest, but she gradually accepted it, letting Dad play with her breasts.
Her two erect nipples indicated that her libido was fully aroused. Probably because she was afraid of
being discovered by her husband as a lewd person, she didn't moan loudly, but simply restrained herself.
"Honey, um—um—how come you're so good tonight? Why haven't you ejaculated yet?"
Mom finally couldn't help but ask, and this was also the answer I wanted to hear. I also hoped Dad would tell
me the reason, but I was disappointed.
"Don't you want your husband to be strong?"
"No—no, it's just that if we don't finish soon, it'll be too late, and it won't be good if our son sees us when he gets home."
"Haha, don't worry, our son said he won't be back tonight."
"Hmm—hmm—didn't you say our son would be back late? He dragged me to the room as soon as we got home and hurriedly
tore off my clothes, hmm—hmm—"
"Haha, that was a lie. I wanted to come home early today to be intimate with you, but I ended up working overtime until
after 7 pm. How could I resist?"
"You—you're so bad, you lied to me."
"Just enjoy your happy time tonight, enjoy your valiant husband." Saying this, Dad
ignored Mom's questions and focused on enjoying the beautiful flesh beneath him.
Through their conversation, I understood why the clothes were scattered all over the floor and
why Mom's underwear was still hanging on her feet. However, when I heard that Dad and
Mom started having sex as soon as Dad got home, I was really shocked. If that's the case, they must have been doing it for several hours
, which is way beyond my comprehension, especially for Dad. But knowing that they started around 7 o'clock, it
must have only been a few tens of minutes. Considering Dad's unusual behavior tonight, it makes sense.
At that moment, Dad moved his hands from Mom's breasts to her thighs,
pressing her thighs upwards forcefully to allow him to penetrate deeper, I guessed.
From the camera lens, I noticed that the two breasts Dad had grabbed were now unusually red, showing
how hard he had gripped them. "He has no sense of tenderness," I muttered to myself. "It's normal sex,
not SM, is it necessary to use so much force?" I guessed Mom's breasts would hurt for days; I wondered if
she would complain to Dad about it afterwards.
Because I had set up the most cameras in my parents' bedroom beforehand, I had a wider view now
. I could clearly see Dad's penis going in and out of Mom's vagina, his
eyes focused on the point of contact, admiring his magnificent labor. Mom's thick, dark pubic hair
glistened under the light.
Even though Dad had suddenly become fierce for some unknown reason, his lack of sexual knowledge
was still a problem. After all, he had only used one position since then, the only difference being that he
pressed down on Mom's legs, fully exposing her vagina. Although I felt even more aroused as Dad played with her like this, considering her my
woman, I still sighed at his monotonous and boring position. If Dad knew more sexual techniques, Mom would probably be even more excited, at least she would be unable   to control her
loud moans .   "Wife, tell your husband, how many times did you orgasm tonight?"   Hearing her husband ask this, Mom could only answer that it had been several times.   Dad seemed even more proud upon receiving this news, and his movements became faster. However,   from Mom's words, I sensed that she was lying, because while she was speaking, her mind seemed very   clear, unlike the dazed state one would have after multiple orgasms.   "Wife, let's have one last orgasm together, okay?"   "Mmm, husband, you're so amazing, I'm about to orgasm again."   Despite Mom's obvious lie, Dad didn't seem to notice, just looked incredibly happy.   I was speechless. I guess it was because Dad had never made a woman orgasm before, so he didn't know   what it was like.   After a series of thrusts, Dad let out a loud shout and finally ejaculated into   Mom's vagina. After ejaculating, Dad's penis quickly went soft and slid out of Mom's vagina.   Thick, white semen mixed with Mom's vaginal fluid flowed out of her   vagina, staining the sheets.   Dad, clearly no longer as vigorous as before, sat on the bed, panting heavily.   Mom, meanwhile, lay limp on the bed, staring at the ceiling, lost in thought, her chest heaving as   she tried to calm herself.   After a long while, Mom gently rubbed her breasts with both hands. The pain had returned,   but she didn't complain about Dad, seemingly trying to make amends for her infidelity. Only   two glistening tears streamed down her face; it was unclear whether they were regret for her affair,   annoyance at her husband's lack of care, or something else entirely.   Seeing Dad's unusual behavior, he quickly sat down beside Mom and apologized, saying he'd been too excited and   had accidentally hurt her. Mom just shook her head, saying nothing.   Dad, thinking Mom was still angry, continued to apologize profusely. This scene lasted for a long time before   finally being broken by Mom's words.   "By the way, what's wrong with you tonight? Why are you suddenly so energetic?"   Dad smiled and got out of bed, taking some pills from his pocket. After Mom took the pills,   I learned from her that it was a type of Viagra, completely different from the kind you can buy anywhere else   ; Dad had specially brought it back from abroad.   However, I also learned that this drug has significant side effects, at least it will deplete a lot of physical strength, resulting in   difficulty getting an erection for several days. I've also heard that this drug is quite addictive, and excessive use can lead to the   inability to achieve an erection without taking it, but I don't know if this is true or not.   But when I heard this, the only two words that came to my mind were "I'm doomed." This means Dad   can regularly "feed" Mom, which means Mom won't accumulate sexual desire, and I'll have even less of a chance   . I stared blankly at the monitor, feeling sweat constantly seeping from my forehead.   It's true that good things never come in pairs; this is the second surprise Dad brought me after returning home, a   surprise that made me collapse—Dad can actually "feed" Mom himself.   Watching Mom nestled in Dad's arms in the video, a satisfied expression on her face   , Dad, who had found manhood for the first time, used his large hands to constantly caress Mom's body, especially her two white   breasts, which received special attention. Mom would occasionally whisper something in Dad's ear; this scene   was too much for me to bear.   I felt my heart bleeding, like the feeling of having my girlfriend stolen . A tightness   and panic gripped my chest. I never imagined that my unexpected return home today would lead me to witness such a scene, and to   see it so immediately. Honestly, I desperately wished it was all a dream. But reality was   cruel; the two intertwined bodies told me it was real, not a dream.   I secretly slipped out of the house because I had told my dad I wouldn't be home tonight, so I didn't want   them to know I was actually going back, and even less did I want them to know I had witnessed their frenzied lovemaking   .   It was a late summer evening, and walking down the street, the weather should have been warm by now, but for some reason,   I felt a slight chill. The beads of sweat on my forehead clearly told me that my body   was actually feeling hot. That chill was just a reflection of my cold heart.   With nowhere to go, I spent the night in an internet cafe, venting my frustrations. When I was tired and sleepy, I slept on a chair in the cafe.





















































A little while ago... I haven't been to an internet cafe in a long time, ever since I started trying to seduce my mom. But before that
, I was a regular here. Could tonight's events be a sign that everything will go back to
what it was a month ago? No, I'm not resigned to it, I kept shouting in my heart. Yes, I can't give up, and it's not
time to give up yet. I banished the thought of giving up from my mind, and immediately felt much better.
The next day, I arrived at school very early. As usual, she
didn't reply to my morning text message. I was already asking myself if she even read my message, if she
deleted it without even looking, or maybe she'd already blacklisted my number. I thought to myself with a self-deprecating laugh.
"Big brother, I'm really sorry about yesterday. I didn't know they would suddenly come back."
"What nonsense are you talking about? You showed me such a great video last night."
"So you're not angry?"
"Damn, when did you become so fussy and womanly? How could your big brother
get angry over such a small thing?"
"Haha, big brother is so magnanimous. I'm relieved."
"Good lad, were you teasing me just now?"
"No way, no way."
And so we started chatting idly. At that moment, I realized having a good brother was really nice;
at least I had someone to talk to, even if I couldn't tell him everything. But for some reason,
my mood gradually improved after joking around with him. So, you know, good friends do have some effect.
In the following days, I observed my parents' evening activities, but nothing happened. I
thought it was probably because the side effects of the medication were too strong. From the video that followed that night, I learned that
my father had actually taken more medication than the prescribed dosage that day in order to regain his confidence. Mom was still worried about Dad
, telling him not to do such foolish things again, that speed didn't matter, and that his health was the most important
thing.
Hearing Mom's concerned words, Dad smiled and said it was fine, that he'd let her have her way sometimes. However,
from his expression, I could tell he was very touched by Mom's concern.
It wasn't until a week later that I discovered Dad and Mom had sex again. This time, however, they obviously hadn't taken the drug;
Dad ejaculated after only a few thrusts into Mom's vagina. I saw a look of apology on Dad's face, but Mom
didn't seem to care, comforting him that everything was alright and reminding him not to take the drug if it wasn't a problem. After taking
that drug last time, Dad had been listless for several days. His work was very dangerous; if he wasn't focused, something terrible
could happen. Dad was well aware of this, so he took Mom's words very seriously.
Knowing that the drug's side effects were indeed so severe, I felt much more at ease; at least Dad
wouldn't be so overpowered every time. However, it was obviously impossible to get Dad to completely stop taking the medication, because Dad
is a very proud person. Before this medication existed, he naturally had no way to control his sexual ability
. Now it's different. Even if there are risks and side effects, Dad will definitely still use it; it's just a
matter of how often he uses it. I'm quite certain of that.
It seems Mom will also be regularly "fed," which makes my chances of taking advantage of her very small
. It seems I need to use other methods.
After seeing Dad fall asleep, I suddenly realized I hadn't called Mom in a long time. I decided to test
the waters and immediately called her. Sure enough, there was no sound, but the sudden light on the phone screen
quickly alerted Mom. Just as I was expecting her to answer, the receiver suddenly said,
"Sorry, the number you dialed is busy."
My mind went blank. This was the first time Mom hadn't answered my call, and she
hung up so quickly, without any hesitation. My heart sank into an icy
abyss once more. What was happening? Did Mom really no longer care for me? Was my conquest of her
really going to end here?
Desperate, I called again, only to hear, "Sorry, the number you dialed is currently unavailable."
I chuckled to myself, staring at the screen. It seemed I was truly doomed. Mom had apparently turned off
her phone to avoid another call. Looking at her, she was now asleep, leaning against Dad.
The next morning, Mom prepared breakfast for us without a care in the world. Dad was
encouraging me for my upcoming final exams, telling me that if I did well, he would take me on a trip. Our
family of three rarely traveled before; when we did, it was always just Mom and Dad, leaving me alone at home.
So this temptation was incredibly alluring. In the past, I would
have been overjoyed to hear this, but this time, I felt nothing. My mind was filled with thoughts of my mother hanging up on me on the phone.
I felt like I was in a maze, wandering aimlessly, unable to find the right path or
the exit.
These past few days, Chen Jie told me that my mother hadn't acted strangely in the hospital, but I could clearly
detect a hint of schadenfreude in her voice on the phone. Was Chen Jie hiding something from me? I wondered.
But then I thought back to the two weeks since my father returned, and how my relationship with my mother had deteriorated so drastically, to the point where
she even hung up on me on the phone recently. I worried that our relationship would continue like this, growing increasingly
distant, until my mother finally adapted to my absence and we became strangers.
The more I thought about it, the more frightened I became. It seemed I needed to talk to someone about what
to do next. Of course, the most suitable person would be Chen Jie, whom I felt was holding back.
Whether discussing it with Chen Jie would change my situation or help me see
the right path forward, only God knew.

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