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[Oedipus complex, repaying maternal love with sex] (Chapter 3) 

I didn't read any further, because I was overwhelmed by this bittersweet feeling and didn't know what to do. Leaving
was perhaps the best option right now.
Feeling a sense of emptiness, I wandered back to my room in a daze. Unsurprisingly, I
spent another sleepless night…
The next day, as I continued to listlessly drift through class with huge panda eyes,
Xiao Gang looked at me with shock and asked curiously, "Didn't the P4 save you?"
I didn't want to answer, and without replying, I patted my pocket and righteously returned the P4 to him.
Seeing my triumphant demeanor, Xiao Gang sensed something was wrong and asked guiltily, "Did your mom really find out
?" I was shocked, thinking, "How could that be! Even if I'm incompetent, if I   can't
even keep this secret , what kind of real man am I?" I despised Xiao Gang's foolish opinion from the bottom of my heart, but still   didn't answer him. I slumped down, put my head on my desk, and oh, I fell asleep.    Xiao Gang, completely bewildered, put the MP4 into his bag, muttering to himself, "Could this brat have been watching it all   night?" He chuckled contentedly at his own thought.    Actually, last night, I was constantly thinking about what role I should play at home. Everyone   knows Mom is Dad's woman, yet I've developed a desire to possess Dad's woman—to be   his rival! Do I really want to transform my father-son relationship into an adversarial one?    Although Dad is a career-oriented man, prioritizing his career and neglecting his family,   his hard work has allowed Mom and me to live a life of luxury. Whenever Dad comes home,   he's exceptionally caring towards both Mom and me. Am I really determined to betray him and steal his love? *    Sobbing*... I can't do it right now.    Besides, I don't know if Mom loves me the way she loves a man. I worry that my rash actions   might not only fail to take away Dad's love but also destroy all my own love, resulting in a net loss. What should I do?    My heart is breaking.    From the stillness of the night to the break of dawn, I gave myself a very difficult answer.    Perhaps it was fate, for before I gave my answer, my mother had also given herself the same   test.    During the day at work, she was constantly distracted, the image of herself masturbating in the bathroom with her son's boxer shorts   replaying in her mind. She blamed herself! She regretted it! She hated herself for suddenly losing control and doing   something so shameful and blatant!    Looking back, my mother realized that although we were a family of three, most of the time it was just the two of us, mother and son,   relying on each other.    Even so, she didn't complain too much. Her husband worked hard outside to earn money to support the family; it wasn't easy for him   . As long as their little one could grow up healthy and happy, that was enough.    To fulfill her greatest wish as a mother for her son, Mom devoted all her free time   to me, taking me to amusement parks, watching cartoons with me, traveling together, and so on…    But    Mom wasn't just a mother; she was also a wife, a woman, and she had strong   physical desires!    Dad and she rarely saw each other, and she longed for Dad like a concubine yearning for the emperor's favor   . Dad, unfortunately, was also the emperor, only returning home once every ten days or so to visit   the mother who silently guarded his harem and raised their children.    But this wouldn't do! In countless long nights, she learned to masturbate without instruction. When    desire arose, Mom would often lie naked on the bed, thinking of Dad, one   hand holding her breast, the other constantly stroking her vulva, her labia opening and closing.    In a sudden moment, the image of Dad having sex with her in Mom's mind transformed into me. She was startled, her eyes widening   and then closing tightly. What to do? It was still her son.    She couldn't stop; her moans grew louder, more intense than usual, reaching a state of ecstasy. A moment later, Mom   screamed, her body trembling as if electrocuted, gushing fluid from her vagina, soaking   the sheets. She was completely lost in ecstasy.    Ever since Mom discovered that fantasizing about her son brought her even more intense pleasure during masturbation, she had made him   her sole object of fantasy. It turned out that in her fantasies, being penetrated by her son brought her such pleasure!    She started consulting her son's opinion on everything she bought, because, after all, women dress for those who appreciate them, and I   saw her most often.    During shopping trips, Mom discovered a major flaw: she couldn't take   me, a teenager, to boutique lingerie stores. What woman could fearlessly   ask her son's opinion while choosing lingerie in such a situation?    That time, I mustered my courage and teasingly asked her: "Mom, you consult me when you buy clothes, pants, and shoes   , why not lingerie?"    Deep down, my mother longed for her son to see her in sexy lingerie   , because in her fantasy world, I was already her man. But in reality   , as a mother, she couldn't!    When she heard my blunt question, which struck a nerve, she blushed   . She wanted to scold me like an elder would, calling me a "little beast," but ultimately couldn't bring herself to say, "Son,   you're a pervert! "    When I feigned ignorance, asking, "You always show me when you try on clothes, why not lingerie?" she panicked. This    woman in her forties acted like an eighteen or nineteen-year-old girl, feeling like   she was being teased by a lover, and involuntarily uttered three words: "You big pervert! "    Back in real life, a mother is a mother, and a son is a son. Those inappropriate boundaries are best   left unthought of.    This morning, she had a magical phone call with her son, giving him such a sexy seduction, and surprisingly, she was also aroused by him .





























































The liquid on my underwear made me lose my mind. It was time to stop; if it went on too long, things could easily escalate to the
point of no return…
When I got home from work, Mom found Dad was back. He had given her a designer bag that was only sold overseas
and cooked her favorite dishes, as thoughtful as ever. Mom felt a pang of guilt and just wanted
to run into Dad's arms to heal her inappropriate feelings towards her son.
When I groggily woke up from my dream, the classroom was empty except for Xiaogang and me: Had another morning
passed?
"What do you think!" Xiaogang said irritably. "Compared to Xiao Shenyang, you're still far behind. He
can go through a whole day in the blink of an eye, and you've only had half a day. You need to keep
going!" "Let's go eat!" I said.
"Okay!" Xiaogang nodded.
He's a really good friend. In one's life, to meet a friend with similar interests and personality
, who always thinks of you, is a blessing.
Along the way, he whispered to me, "Don't be so listless all the time. It makes me sad.
How about we go have some fun this weekend?"
I shook my head. "
Why? Didn't you feel good that day?" "Okay, even if you don't like Aunt Yan, and it's not quite what you imagined
, it's always good to practice more, right?" Xiao Gang guessed while comforting me.
I said, "Let's talk slowly in a private room at the Zhixin Cafe outside the school gate after we finish eating."
Upon hearing this, Xiao Gang immediately grabbed my arm and headed towards the school gate: "What's the point of eating! Let's go outside and order some snacks and
talk while we eat."
The soundproofing in the cafe's private room was excellent. I said to Xiao Gang dejectedly, "I've decided to give up on
getting Mom."
He was surprised again. I looked at him: "Don't be surprised, let's eat!" Xiao Gang took a couple of bites of cake and
asked me worriedly, "What's wrong? Did the P4 really get discovered? Your mom…"
I interrupted Xiao Gang: "No! My mom didn't find anything."
"Then why did you suddenly say you're giving up?" He was anxious.
I explained slowly and deliberately: "When I got home last night, my dad was back, and they were snuggling together on the sofa,
very affectionate. At that moment, my heart was filled with bitterness, like a cup of bitter coffee mixed with copious herbs.
Because I was in so much pain that I couldn't sleep, I wanted to make an excuse to go out and talk to my dad, whom I hadn't seen for months
. If I was lucky, they would already be asleep, and I could eavesdrop or see them
making love, as usual.
I don't know if I was lucky or not this time, but listening to their sweet flirting and seeing my mom wearing
purple stockings, receiving pleasure from my dad, my heart was in turmoil, filled with mixed emotions.
Perhaps subconsciously, I had already come to regard my mom as my woman, and now seeing her
making love with my dad felt like my own woman had cheated on me.
Xiao Gang was exasperated: 'Then why don't you take action and win your mom back?'
I shook my head in despair: 'First of all, I don't know if my mom loves me; secondly, I feel sorry for my
dad.'" Last but not least, if this doesn't work out, it could ruin my whole family.
Do you understand how my parents will see me?
I don't. Xiaogang said, "I only know that many things require your own effort. You
're giving up on yourself without even trying." What do I understand about you?
I was almost brought to tears by Xiaogang's words: "My situation is different from yours!" I roared, my voice choked with emotion
: "Your father is having affairs and doesn't love your aunt at all. You said your father only
slept with her to experience the thrill of conquering her.
Besides, your aunt loves you very much. She treats you like her own son. She aborted
her own child for you, just to wholeheartedly care for her sister's child—you!
You said your aunt can't conceive again after that abortion, and you feel sorry for her, you love her, and you hope
to protect her like a man and give her happiness. The premise is, your father is a scumbag!" My dad
isn't... *sobs*...
Xiao Gang handed me a tissue and patted my shoulder: "You're such a grown-up, why are you still crying?
Sweetie, you're my best brother. Whatever decision you make, I'll support you!"
I wiped my tears and snot, touched: "Thank you, Xiao Gang. I'm moving to school this week to live on
campus and keep a distance from my mom."
Xiao Gang sighed: "That's good! Out of sight, out of mind. Good luck, buddy."
Um... what I can't stand most is my good brother always teasing me when I'm serious, but
thankfully I'm used to it: "Yeah! I will. You should also work hard; I sincerely wish you well."
I don't know if my sincere wishes moved heaven, or if Xiao Gang was truly exceptional and worked even harder. Two
years later, we were both in college, separated by distance. Xiao Gang sent me a video.
In the video, Xiao Gang's aunt was sitting naked on the table in their living room, and Xiao Gang was sitting
in a chair in front of her.
His aunt was using her small feet, clad in black stockings, to grip and
stroke Xiaogang's hard, thick penis. Xiaogang, blissfully enjoying his aunt's footjob, was simultaneously inserting his fingers into her
hairy vulva, thrusting in and out. The soft moans of Xiaogang's aunt from the stereo were intoxicating
!
The two were passionately servicing each other; as they reached their climax, Xiaogang's aunt's snow-white body convulsed,
and waves of sticky, lustful fluid gushed from her vulva. Xiaogang, cooperating with his aunt, ejaculated, streams
of semen shooting onto his aunt's stockinged feet.
That evening, back home, I discussed boarding school with my parents. Initially, they strongly opposed it,
saying I had never boarded before and that home would be more convenient.
I used the excuse that studying was demanding and commuting would waste too much time. In the end, they couldn't persuade
me otherwise and agreed!
Although Mom wanted to keep her distance from me, she never considered leaving my side. Her
unhappiness was fully displayed on her face, etched with the marks of time.
Dad comforted Mom, saying, "Honey, don't be sad. This is good. You can sleep in a little longer and don't have to
get up so early to make breakfast for our son."
Mom nodded sadly, still reluctant to let go. Making breakfast for her son was
one of her happiest moments!
After moving to the new school, I immersed myself in endless practice problems every day, and my grades improved dramatically. Xiao Gang was influenced by
me, and his grades also improved significantly. We no longer talked about anything inappropriate,
but our relationship remained good!
From then on, I rarely went home, even spending weekends in the classroom frantically doing practice problems. My classmates were amazed by my
change, thinking I was influenced by Kai-Fu Lee and trying to become a better version of myself. Actually, I was just trying to be
myself, to be a normal person.
Every weekend, Mom would call me home, saying she was working too hard and had made me something delicious.
I would say I was busy and didn't have time! She asked me why I didn't go home since our home was so close to school.
I… what could I say? I just explained that I had too much homework and that I wanted to get into a good university to make my parents
proud.
But then, one Saturday morning, while my roommates were still fast asleep, there was a knock on the door. I sleepily
opened it, and there was my mother, carrying a thermos. She said gently, "Xuan'er, these are
dumplings Mom made especially for you. Sleep a little longer, eat them when you wake up. Mom's going home now."
It all happened so fast. By the time I realized what was happening, my mother had already gone downstairs and was far away.
That morning, I was doing physics problems in the classroom, racking my brains but unable to solve them. Just
when I was at my wit's end, a girl behind me nudged me and pointed to the window.
I looked over, and there was my mother, watching me from the window. Seeing that I had noticed her, she held up the thermos
. Oh, she brought me lunch again!
As I went out to take the insulated lunchbox, I told my mom, "Please don't come to school anymore. It's disrupting my life
and studies."
She didn't answer, just told me to take care of myself, eat well, and said a lot of caring things
before turning away.
Walking into the classroom, one of my roommates looked at me with envy: "Xuan, your mom treats you so well!
She brings you lunch in the morning and lunch too. You're so lucky! We're so envious!
"
I ignored him and couldn't concentrate on my homework after eating. Was it wrong of me to stay away from home so often
? Would my mom misunderstand?
After a nap, I got up and continued doing my homework, looking at the math problems over and over, but I still couldn't solve them.
I was already frustrated, and now I was even more frustrated. Just when I was about to go crazy from frustration,
the student behind me nudged me.
Damn it! What does that mean...?
I looked at the opening sequence, and realized my mom was back! I yelled as I went out, "I told you not to come!
Why are you here?!" "I don't have legs, I can't go to the cafeteria to eat by myself! All my classmates say I'm spoiled.
Are you happy about that?!"
My mom, who only wants what's best for me, looked pale and
incredibly aggrieved after I angrily said that.
She couldn't even get a straight answer from me. I said, "What do you mean, 'I'?! Don't come to school anymore, I don't want to see
you!"
After saying that, I ran to the boys' restroom and hid. When I calmed down, I realized I
had just yelled at my mom. Why was I so angry?
Walking into the classroom, I saw my mom's lovingly prepared dinner on my desk.
Seeing me sit down, the classmates who were studying in the classroom gathered around and said, "Xiao Xuan, your mom
is doing this for your own good! Do you know how fiercely you yelled at your mom just now? It
scared us all. She cried when she came in to put down her lunchbox. You should go home and apologize to your mom."
My classmates said my mom cried, because I made her angry. Why did this happen? I didn't want it to be like this
!
Suddenly, my phone vibrated in my desk. It was a text from my mom: "Xuan'er, did I do
something wrong that you won't come home? If so, please tell me, and I'll correct my mistake, okay?
I won't dress haphazardly in front of you anymore. Please come home. Do you know
how much I miss you and how lonely I am after your dad is away from home all year round?!
I just wanted to cook you a meal, and you really hurt me like this? I was wrong, so wrong,
please come back."
Reading my mom's text made me burst into tears. What did my mom do wrong? She did absolutely nothing wrong. I was wrong.
I was infatuated with her. I was wrong to want to get away from her. She did nothing wrong; her only mistake was that I treated her like
a woman and fell in love with her!
Rushing out of the school gate, I suddenly realized I couldn't just go home like this. Because once I got home, all my efforts
would be in vain. I probably wouldn't be able to focus on the college entrance exam like I am now, but instead, my mind
would be filled with thoughts of my mother, how to secretly watch her, how to get her.
After backing down, I sent my mother a text message: "I'm sorry, Mom, you didn't do anything wrong, it
's all my fault. I didn't mean to hurt you, but it happened anyway. I'm just not used to
you being so good to me at school. I got so angry today, probably because of the pressure of studying and I was too stressed
, so I vented all my pent-up negative emotions on you. I'm sorry, please forgive me."
Not long after, my mother replied with a text message: "Son, Mom doesn't blame you, Mom just misses you."
I felt incredibly guilty, recalling her slightly haggard face: "Mom, I miss you too!" I hailed a
taxi and rushed home. My mother had many more gray hairs and was sitting on the sofa with tears in her eyes. We hugged each other tightly,
our cries of sobbing filling the air.
Many might think something was going to happen between my mother and me here, but nothing really did
.
I kept apologizing to my mother, and she kept accepting my apologies. All the love, the mistakes, the
regrets—all melted away in that moment.
Through this experience, I learned a lesson: some feelings grow deeper the more suppressed they are, and distance can't
diminish them. Those who don't believe in long-distance relationships simply haven't reached the depths of their own emotions.
Years later, my mother, naked except for a pair of ultra-thin light brown open-crotch pantyhose,
stood on this meaningful sofa, eagerly guiding my penis inch by inch into her empty vagina. "
Mom, I'm going in." Although I enjoyed my mother's body under illegitimate circumstances, our
souls had reached a profound union.
Oh… Xuan’er… yours… how come it’s gotten so much bigger… oh… so thick… ah… so strong

My thick penis was tightly surrounded by my mother’s wet vaginal walls. I only thrust in and out a few times, and
my mother was already excited: Ah… so good… good son… fuck me… ah… ah… so beautiful… fuck me
… fuck me harder…
The pleasure of my mother’s vagina being filled with my big penis, especially the pleasure of my own son’s thick penis penetrating
her vagina inch by inch, was incomparable to the pleasure she felt when masturbating or being fucked by her husband.
Mom… your vagina is so tight… so comfortable…
oh… it’s yours… son… my body and soul belong to you… ah… Mom gives you every day
… okay… ah…
okay, Mom! Your son wants you, your son wants you. I increased the intensity and asked him: You said back in high school,
when I was here apologizing to you with tears in my eyes, and I pounced on you, would you have refused me?
Ah… bad son… why so fast? Ah…I want you, I wanted you so badly back then…
but neither of us had the courage to take that step…ah…you're so amazing! Ah…maybe…
Mom was destined…to be yours…it's just that we missed each other for so many years.
Mom! I thrust in hard.
Ah…
thankfully we're together, Mom, I love you, we'll be together forever.
Hmm…Mom is yours…ah……
Now
, thinking back to the scene of my mother and I embracing and crying in high school, I deeply regret not being brave
enough to take off her panties, insert my penis into her vagina, and possess her. After all, we were both impulsively wanting
to have each other.
It turns out that intimate physical union with my mother really is just a matter of a single thought, no planning or rehearsal is needed,
everything is natural. But back then, I didn't understand anything!
The misunderstanding cleared up, the pain subsided, and my mother and I returned to our normal lives. I
boarded at school from Monday to Friday to study hard, and returned home on weekends to spend warm time with my mother. However, I buried my love for my mother
deep in my heart beforehand, intending to live a good life with her later.
I know she felt the same way…
[To be continued]

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