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

I'd only snuggled on my mom's lap for a short while watching TV when she was already urging me to shower and go to bed.
Even though day students don't have to attend evening self-study on Sundays or the 30-minute morning reading session
, getting up early is still a must. My mom has an obligation to fulfill her duty as a mother and supervise me to be a
good student who goes to bed early and gets up early!
Okay! Going along with my mom's wishes, actually I was a bit tired today. I'd been excited all day, and all my energy was
completely depleted; I needed a good night's sleep to recharge.
However, as soon as I finished showering and lay down in bed, something inexplicable happened. Without realizing it,
the energy that had been completely exhausted suddenly returned to me, invigorating my spirit. Ugh… energy
doesn't need to be replenished with sleep…
Sigh, man proposes, God disposes. Now, no matter how much I tossed and turned in bed
, I just couldn't fall asleep. What to do? My penis was hard.
I commanded myself not to think about it, not to think about it, but the images of me having sex with Aunt Yan, and of Xiao Gang having sex with Aunt Yan
, appeared so clearly in my tightly closed eyes, absolutely 1024 HD.
What should I do? I can't do this! What happened to sleeping?
I suppressed the urge to masturbate. Ever since I learned from Xiao Gang about
the difference between masturbating and actually having sex, I absolutely refused to allow myself to have that difference anymore, because this difference truly made
me, as a real man, feel slightly inferior.
What's more! The object of my fantasies has become Aunt Yan, while my mother has always been the leading lady. I absolutely cannot
allow myself to do this!
At this point, some people might call me hypocritical, saying that I've already had sex with Aunt Yan, yet I'm still pretending to be
conflicted about whether I can fantasize about her, feeling like I've betrayed my mother, disgusting.
As for fidelity, the moment I inserted my penis into Aunt Yan, I had already successfully betrayed her. I
no longer have the right to solemnly swear to remain chaste towards my mother, yet she remains the only
woman I truly love in my life.
Perhaps, ultimately, I feel guilty, which is why I can't bear the sudden change in my object of fantasy
.
One sheep, two sheep, three sheep… I muttered the mantra typically used by insomniacs,
while my hand involuntarily reached into my underwear and began stroking my erect penis: one mother, two mothers, three
mothers…
In my dream, moans of "ah… oh… ah ah… ooh… ah…" echoed continuously. I saw a
woman lying on the bed like a dog, her round buttocks raised, while a boy vigorously thrust into her.
Slap… slap slap slap… slap slap… slap slap slap… The rhythmic sounds of flesh colliding
echoed in this world of lust.
At first glance, wasn't this the glorious scene of Xiaogang having sex with Aunt Yan during the day? I moved closer for a closer look, and damn, it
wasn't even as good as it looked at first glance!
That woman wasn't Aunt Yan, it was clearly my mom! And that boy, just as I'd hoped, wasn't Xiao Gang, but me, the
handsome little me.
*Slap slap slap slap... slap slap slap slap...
Ah... Son! Be gentle, ah... Oh oh...
I sped up, a lewd smile playing on my lips: Mom, I'm already being very gentle.
Ah... Bad son... Oh... You... You... You're lying... Ah ah... Ah...
Mom, are you comfortable?
Ah ah... Comfortable... Oh ah... Ah... Comfortable... Comfortable... Ah...
Watching my mother's intense pleasure as I fucked her, I wondered if this was really me?
Suddenly, Mom looked up, and our eyes met. Her eyes revealed desire,
satisfaction, excitement, passion, and the deepest love! I
snapped awake. I thought it was a dream I couldn't have, damn it! It really was just a
dream I couldn't have, an unfinished erotic dream. Mom seemed to want to say something to me, but what was it?
However, I woke up unexpectedly, for reasons unknown.
Upon waking, I reflexively touched my crotch, and sure enough, it was damp and warm. My classmates often say that erotic dreams leave no
trace, so what was that stuff in my underwear? Utter nonsense. Youth is my capital! I have unlimited energy
.
Just as I was still figuring out how to turn the scenes from my dream into reality, the alarm clock started ticking
. Dawn was breaking; it was already six o'clock.
Even so, usually I would stay in bed for another half hour or so until my mother called me to get up
for breakfast. But today, I made an exception. I jumped out of bed, grabbed a clean pair of underwear, and
rushed to the bathroom. After washing off the dried semen on my skin, I changed into a pair of gray boxer
briefs and threw the semen-stained black underwear directly into the washing machine.
When I came out of the bathroom, my mother was in the kitchen making me a loving breakfast. Except for weekends, I only
eat breakfast at home in the mornings; the other two meals are eaten at school.
My mother said she was willing to get up early for her beloved son, willing to make breakfast for him, hoping only that
he would be healthy and study hard.
I quietly went into the kitchen, intending to surprise her by hugging her from behind, giving her the delightful surprise that we had finally gotten up at the same time
. But as soon as I reached the kitchen door, my mother gave me a huge surprise.
She was wearing a red, sheer, super-short spaghetti strap nightgown, colorful embroidered patterns
subtly blooming on the transparent red bra. The beautiful skirt's slit revealed boundless allure, along with matching thongs—a
T-shaped design at the back and a triangular red sheer panel at the front.
Although my mother was now playing the role of cook, her uniquely sexy and beautiful charm was irresistibly alluring
, making me hesitate and feel unattainable. Who would have guessed she was already forty-six or forty-seven years old?
My mother turned around, saw me drooling and leering at her, and asked me with a triumphant air, "
Why are you up so early today? Go change your nightgown and come out for breakfast."
I received my mother's signal to go eat, but I didn't head back to the palace. I had no appetite for food at all;
all I wanted was to devour my irresistibly beautiful mother.
"Mom, when did you buy this outfit? I've never seen it before!" I pretended to look at her at the door.
Mom stirred the dumplings floating in the pot with a spoon and said angrily, "Isn't it because you abandoned me yesterday?!"
Oh? Mom's still holding a grudge about that! I quickly changed the subject: "Mom, you look so beautiful!" I originally wanted to say, "Mom,
you're so sexy," but I was afraid she'd think I was flirting with her, so I refrained.
Mom smiled brightly: "Thank you for the compliment, son! Come on, change out and come out for dinner."
I sneaked into the room to change out of my pajamas and only then did I notice that my big, hard penis, which had been working intensely all day,
was making a huge tent. I wondered if Mom had seen it?
After changing into my school uniform, there was a bowl of steaming dumplings on the table, made by Mom herself, a glass of milk, and a boiled
egg.
During dinner, Mom always sat next to me, as was her habit! However, today I wasn't
used to her sitting next to me. For the first time, she was sitting next to me so exposed.
More than once, I secretly glanced sideways at my mother's deep cleavage and her large, full breasts
, slightly sagging but not diminishing their allure. Because she wasn't wearing a bra, her two protruding nipples were captivating
.
Today, I ate lunch noticeably slower than usual, arriving at
the classroom just as the bell rang for the first class.
My mother watched me leave, then looked up at the ticking clock on the wall and smiled with satisfaction
, seemingly pleased with the result. She was overjoyed!
Son, didn't you always say that Mom wouldn't let you see me buying underwear? Are you satisfied today? I finally
mustered the courage, ignoring the strange looks from others, to take you to the lingerie store to help Mom choose pajamas
. But you… But anyway, Mom did it especially for you.
Hehe, look at you standing at the kitchen door, drooling, it makes me want to laugh. My son has really become
a lecher, staring at his mother with shining eyes, unable to look away.
You think I didn't see the little tent sticking up down there while you were away? You little rascal! Peeking, peeking, you
peeking again! You're a full fifteen minutes late today, are you sure you won't be late? Mom's so naughty, hehe...
After cleaning up the dishes, Mom went back to her room and changed into an office lady suit. The black jacket, camisole, skirt
, and sheer stockings looked absolutely perfect.
She put the laundry in the washing machine and was shocked to find a pair of
black boxer briefs lying naked in the empty tub. Heaven know! I didn't mean for Mom to find this.
Mom picked it up without thinking. She knew perfectly well that these briefs were mine, because I'm not only
the man who lives in this house all year round, but Mom also bought them for me. She knew the situation perfectly well.
The sticky substance on them was quite obvious, and Mom's heart skipped a beat. When does a person's heart
start racing? I'm sure everyone knows.
Mom brought the center of my underwear to her nose, the lingering fishy smell instantly overwhelming her senses. She forgot she was supposed
to go to work. She trembled, one hand holding my underwear and licking it incessantly, while the other
hand kneaded her own breasts.
This was her son's scent, her son's scent.
Good heavens! She pulled her newly put-on skirt up to her waist, slowly squatting down against the corner of the wall, legs
spread wide like a female animal in heat, tearing at my underwear with her mouth while one hand slipped
inside her stockings.
Ah…son…Mommy, Mommy loves you…mmm…Mommy…
Mommy's fingers rubbed against her vulva, her lustful fluids overflowing like a burst dam, soaking her underwear
and her black stockings.
For convenience, she ripped off one leg of stocking, pulling her underwear down to her knees. Thick, glistening black pubic
hair covered the area around Mommy's vulva. My mother rubbed my underwear against her lips: "Son, Mom
wants you, ah... oh... son... Mom wants you..."
Her middle finger slipped inside, and a gush of vaginal fluid squeezed out with a "plop": "Ah..." she moaned.
I fantasized about passionately kissing her deeply while pinning her down, thrusting my large penis into her wildly.
"Mom, Mom, Mom..." Mom seemed to hear me gently calling her name. "
Ah... son! Harder... ah... harder... oh oh..." Mom closed her eyes, completely immersed in my
sexual fantasy about her and me.
Ah…bad son…don’t stop…don’t stop…faster…faster…put it in, put it in…ah ah…
…ah…bad son…you suddenly hit Mom’s flower heart…ah…ah…Mom feels so good
…
…ah ah…so good…ah…so good…good…ah…
Mom’s fingers are going in faster and faster, faster and faster, ah…son…Mom loves you…ah… In
a long, almost frenzied moan, Mom reached orgasm in her fantasy as I fucked her.
Watching a thick stream of white semen flow from her honey hole, Mom was terrified: Son, you shot
inside?
No! Mom will get pregnant.
Ah? What? How can I have my son’s child? I’m almost fifty.
…
In the afterglow of the orgasm, Mom gradually regained consciousness. She went back to her room, changed her underwear and stockings
, picked up her phone and made a call: Xiao Cui, Sister Ling is stuck in traffic and might be late, can you help
me out?
"No problem, Sister Ling!"
After hanging up the phone, Mom calmed down and felt extremely remorseful for what she had done in the bathroom. This shouldn't
be a mother's feeling for her son! This was incest, and she absolutely couldn't accept it.
Even if she had had some inappropriate thoughts about her son before, today she had really
gone too far, actually losing her mind because of her son's underwear with semen on it… If this continued, it would be terrible! She had
to nip these inappropriate thoughts in the bud!
Mom left the house, and the washing machine was whirring. There were no other clothes inside, only my underwear,
Mom's underwear, and Mom's stockings!
At school, I was absent-minded and listless! I slept through the first class. After class…
Xiao Gang slapped me hard: "Go to the toilet!" Fine,
I'll go! We peed side by side. He glanced at my penis and seemed to understand
why I was so listless today. What other reason could explain it besides thinking about women?
All morning, I was in a daze, my mind filled with thoughts of my mother. After lunch, Xiao Gang kept
telling me lame jokes, but I didn't laugh, making the atmosphere even colder.
A little embarrassed, he dragged me to a deserted corner of the corridor: "Xiao Xuan, you look so lost.
Didn't you get enough fun yesterday? How about I take you to get some more fun this week?"
I didn't say anything!
He continued: "Do you think I don't know what you're thinking?"
I still didn't say anything!
He persisted: "Smile for me, and I'll lend you my MP4."
Hearing about the MP4 made me excited; there were always things I liked to see on it. My joy was palpable
, and I was about to agree when he immediately…
Oh crap! Xiao Xuan, you ingrate! I went to so much trouble to make you laugh, and you can't even compete with a P4? No way!
No way!
I immediately put on a flattering face: "Brother Gang, don't worry, a P4 is nothing compared to you! What's
new on it?" He pulled a P4 with headphones plugged in from his pocket, turned it on, and then, like a thief, showed me the latest
videos: "Sleeping with Mom Behind Dad's Back," "Mother and Son Bathing Together," "Incest with Mother and Son is Also Great."
Looks like he really understands me; he's truly my childhood friend.
Of course, there's always one video quietly lying inside—"My Love Story with My Aunt." Although
it's an AV made in Japan, it has a plot, it has sex scenes, the content is quite exciting, and
the actors' performances are top-notch. It vividly and emotionally tells
the story of a young man and his aunt falling in love and overcoming many difficulties to be together.
Speaking of Xiao Gang, I actually understand him too! We're the same kind of people; otherwise, how could we be such good buddies?
After a morning of rest, while most of my classmates were drowsy in the afternoon, I was unusually energetic
. Time flew by, like a wild goose leaving no trace…
We day students don't have to attend the third evening self-study session, so I got home at nine o'clock. Opening the door, I
saw a pair of old-fashioned leather shoes on the shoe rack; I knew Dad was home.
Walking into the living room, I saw Mom nestled in Dad's arms like a little woman, happily watching
a period drama on TV.
For some reason, at that moment, my heart felt unusually bitter! Why?
Dad and Mom have been married for eighteen years. Although Dad prioritizes his career,
he can still be so loving with Mom at home. Shouldn't I be grateful for that? "
Xuan'er's back! Come quick, come here! Dad bought you a watch in Switzerland. Come and see, do you like it
?" Dad was very happy to see me.
I took the watch box from the coffee table, opened it, and saw how exquisite it was: "Thank you, Dad!"
He chuckled: "Good that you like it, good that you like it. I'm not home, so listen to your mother and study hard.
Go on, get some rest, you have class tomorrow."
"Okay! Thank you, Dad."
Back in my room, I was engaged in a fierce internal struggle. In my left hand was Xiaogang's P4, in my right hand was Dad's
watch. The former represented a dark desire, the latter Dad's love. What kind of person should I be? Mom
is Mom, and I can't let Dad down. Although he can't be with Mom and me all the time, he
always has us in his heart.
I don't know how much time passed, but I still couldn't fall asleep. These past two days of insomnia were making me very irritable.
I threw the P4 on the desk, put the watch on my wrist without hesitation, and prepared to go out and have
a heart-to-heart talk with Dad.
To be honest, I really crave fatherly love!
Stepping out of my room, the living room was dark and quiet. Were they asleep?
I went to my parents' room, about to knock and call Dad out, when I heard Mom humming inside.
"Honey, did you lock the door?" "Yes,
I locked it."
Even a fool could tell what Mom and Dad were up to from that conversation. I was so insensible! What kind of father
talks to his mother the moment he gets home? He's a man too!
But were they really locking the door?
It was obvious the bedroom door was ajar. Dad just didn't want to waste
another second with Mom; I was already asleep anyway, so it didn't matter.
Through the crack in the door, pink light filled the room. Mom
was lying on the bed, her legs spread in an M-shape, wearing purple stockings, the rest of her body naked. Dad was on top of her, licking
the place where I was born.
"Ah…husband…it feels so good…"
Dad looked up and chuckled: "Looks like your skills aren't what they used to be."
Mom said irritably: "It's more like your flirtatiousness isn't what it used to be!"
Listening to Mom and Dad's flirtatious words, my penis unconsciously hardened, and my hand involuntarily reached
into my pants.
"Husband, give it to me quickly, you're making me feel so uncomfortable inside, ah..." Mom looked a little pitiful, raising her head and
gazing at Dad with longing and pleading eyes.
"Okay! Wife, but first, you have to lick your husband first, we haven't been
together for several months." Dad spread his legs and lay down on the bed, revealing his magnificent penis. "Looks like I
haven't fully developed yet, Dad's is so big, there's no reason I shouldn't be as big as him!"
Mom glanced at Dad with a seductive smile, not going directly to lick it, but instead using her two stockinged feet to clamp Dad
's large penis, stroking it back and forth.
The texture of the stockings combined with Mom's soft and gentle touch made Dad groan: "Wife, you're so great!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Mom responded enthusiastically: "Husband, there's something even better!"
Mom used her sexy lips to take Dad's penis into her mouth, swallowing and spitting it out, occasionally
licking his large glans with her tongue.
Wife, you're as alluring as ever, your lips are so smooth... Quick, quick, I want to fuck you. (Daddy, please...)
Having expressed his opinion, he immediately pushed his mother down, aiming his enormous penis at her and thrusting it inside.
Ah… his mother's legs, clad in stockings,
were wrapped around his father, who began to plow and pound into her plump, wet vagina.
I didn't watch any further, because I didn't know what to do in this bittersweet mix of emotions. Leaving
might be the best option right now.
"To be continued..."

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