A Happy Life Story

Let me introduce myself first. My name is Zhang Wenzhi. Because my ancestors were very good at business, by my father's generation, the family fortune had exceeded 200 million. When I was five years old, my philandering father, during a company trip, became involved with a female secretary in the company. Afterwards, the two secretly dated, and more than half a year later, on their way to a dance hall, they were involved in a car accident and were finally "liberated," leaving behind my mother, Cheng Jing, my older sister, Zhang Wenying, and me. My mother endured the humiliation and took on the responsibility of the company's chairman while raising my sister and me to adulthood.
My mother, Cheng Jing, has a face that is as beautiful as a goddess, and a delicate, curvaceous figure. Standing at 1.65 meters tall, what is most enviable about her is her towering breasts, and her pair of shapely, long legs are as white as jade, shining like the sun and moon, clad in flesh-colored, velvety stockings... Hehe, I won't say more.
My mother was only twenty-one when she gave birth to me. Thanks to her excellent maintenance, her face is still radiant. Those gentle, dreamy eyes are enough to inspire countless poems. She looks like she's just over thirty, full of charm. More men pursue her every year than a platoon! Isn't that annoying? But my mother, a shrewd businesswoman, certainly has ways to keep those men who only love her looks and wealth at bay. The men can't understand why she seems to have no sex drive. I think it might be because a woman with two children carries the untold shame and trauma of not being able to keep her husband. This trauma makes her avoid sex out of a sense of failure.
My older sister, Zhang Wenying, is even more interesting. She's currently studying business at university and also works part-time at my mother's company. Needless to say, she'll be managing our family business in the future. Like her mother, she had an angelic face and a devilish figure, with firm breasts, soft, cylindrical thighs that tapered towards the bottom, smooth, long calves, supple ankles, and a large, round bottom. She often wore suits and high-end black stockings, which shone dazzlingly against her snow-white legs.
However, her sister's personality was completely different from her mother's. She was like a strong woman, cold and resolute, with clear, sharp eyes that made her unapproachable. Therefore, I had never heard of her having a boyfriend. Her sister was incredibly demanding of me, very strict with my studies, and would be very harsh if I didn't do well. In other words, her sister had unknowingly taken on the role of the father at home, although I believe this is a form of personality trauma that will ruin her happiness.
As for me, haha, I have four quirks: First, I have a fetish, especially for stockings and strappy high heels; second, I've liked Zen for many years, but I just don't understand one thing: you say a fetish can bring joy that ordinary people don't, but when a person can't see or touch their beloved object, they suffer more than ordinary people. You say you should quit your fetish? I've never heard of anyone successfully quitting. Besides, after quitting, there's no joy or sorrow, no feeling of existence, everything is emptiness—what meaning would that have
? Third, although I work hard and study diligently, I'm physically weak and not very quick-witted. Since childhood, I've been bullied by classmates because of my weakness. Even with my sister's strict supervision, my grades are just passable, nothing compared to my sister's outstanding achievements. Fourth, I have an extremely strong sense of ownership. If there's something I consider mine, I'll fight tooth and nail to keep it from falling into other people's hands. For example, I've always felt that my mother is part of my family, and I especially hate those stinky men who pursue her.
Okay, now that I've introduced my family, let's get down to business. This year, thanks to my hard work, I finally got into university. But lately, I've noticed my fetish is getting worse, especially every night when my mom comes home from work or my sister comes home from school. Two pairs of beautiful legs, both wearing different colored stockings but equally smooth, are constantly in front of me. My little brother can't stand it, and he often "cries" in frustration. Luckily, we've never had any servants; my mom and sister do everything themselves, so my gleaming eyes can finally be satisfied. I almost always need to masturbate with my mom or sister as my object of pleasure to fall asleep.
Don't think I feel any guilt; I feel absolutely nothing. Because I feel that having sex with them makes our family closer, that the love of family binds us together more tightly, and that I can make my mom and sister happy and heal the emotional wounds left on each of us after my father's passing.
I've seen a psychologist before, but it didn't help. So, I decided to use the summer before starting university to travel to places like India and Tibet, visiting various temples and asking the high monks to help me realize the fruition in my heart and rid myself of ignorance.
That night, when I told my mother about my travel plans, although she agreed, I could see a hint of worry and concern in her eyes. She repeatedly told me to be careful and even called a friend who had traveled to Southeast Asia to ask for advice. My sister simply told me to be careful, but I felt she was preoccupied. She seemed very worried that something might happen to me. Sigh, after all, I've grown up under their protection for the past 18 years. Now, suddenly disappearing for a while, they must be unaccustomed to it, and I don't feel good about it either.
After a week of preparation, I was finally ready to embark on my journey. On the day of departure, my mother and sister both took time off work to see me off at the airport. My mother's eyes seemed a little red, and I couldn't bear to see it. After saying goodbye, I hurriedly went through the gate. In that instant after passing through the gate, I secretly looked back and saw that my sister, who always wore sunglasses, had taken them off and was looking at my back
with a melancholy expression. Having given a long introduction, to save everyone's time, I won't go into the details of what I saw and heard in India and Tibet. Simply put, I encountered some miracles, met some high-ranking monks, and many of my doubts about life suddenly became clear. But most importantly, in a slum in India, I met a high-ranking monk who claimed to be a teacher, and he gave me a strange and inexplicable experience
. At that time, I frankly told this high monk about my four great ignorances. After listening, the high monk said, "If lust is your greatest ignorance, and the Buddha will punish you for it, what will you do?" I replied, "The sin itself lies in causing pain to others. If I don't inflict it on others, and let it flow naturally in my heart, there is no joy. Why would the Buddha punish me? If the Buddha insists on punishing me, then I will only kill gods and Buddhas, achieving a state of complete mental clarity." The monk then asked, "Since your mind is free of distractions, why are you still attached to material things?" I said, "Yes, I am attached to joy, which is what people like, so why am I ignorant? I am attached to sorrow, which is what people hate, so why am I attached to material things?" "To be both existent and nonexistent in ignorance is called completeness. It can only be thought of, but cannot be acted upon. To be neither existent nor nonexistent is also called completeness, but this is no different from a speck of dust in the world. How can human intelligence exist? I cannot prove these principles, so I have come to ask you for guidance." The one who imparted the Way said, "Very well, since you can kill gods and Buddhas, I will give you a piece of advice: resolve matters of the flesh with the flesh. Go and possess your mother and sister." Most people would be terrified upon hearing this, but at this moment, my mind was particularly calm, as if I had known this high monk for a long time, that we belonged to the same ultimate source, and that I completely trusted this high monk.
I said, "My body is willing, but it's weak, constrained by society, and I can't overcome it." The high monk finally asked, "Buddhist scriptures say that love is attachment. What do you think?" I answered honestly, "Only those with attachment are true people. Buddhist scriptures aren't suitable for everyone. One must seek their own truth; this is the necessary condition for becoming a Buddha or a god. Following the Buddha's teachings is less desirable than being an obedient dog." The teacher laughed heartily and said, "Perhaps the pain of losing your father and your so-called personality trauma are what will create your enlightenment. You will surely be able to traverse both the realms of gods and Buddhas in the future, and you will surely fulfill all your wishes, because..." You were chosen and refined by the true Lord in the unseen realm. "Afterwards, the teacher gave me a mirror and taught me some mind control spells... From that day on, every night when I masturbated, I secretly vowed to heal my mother and sister's wounds and to make my family's relationship truly complete and happy... Finally, I ended my travels and returned home a week before school started. My mother was there to greet me at the airport. When I asked her, I learned that my sister had gone to Shanghai to investigate a branch office on my mother's behalf and wouldn't be back for three days. My mother had taken half a day off specifically to pick me up." When she saw me, she was so happy she almost forgot herself, hugging me tightly. "My son, I'm so glad you're back safe and sound. I was so worried about you." I felt a little embarrassed, but when I politely hugged my mother, I immediately felt the warmth of her firm breasts beneath her clothes. When I hugged her waist, I immediately felt the warmth of her slender waist, and combined with the smooth silk of her clothes, I felt as if I were floating in heaven. I hugged my mother warmly, also becoming carried away, and couldn't help but stroke her smooth back a few times. When the airport announcement came on, my mother and I suddenly remembered that we were in a public place, so we quickly let go, walked out of the airport, and found a taxi.
After getting into the taxi, my mother and I sat side by side in the back seat. I caught my breath and was about to ask about her well-being when the sight before me took my breath away. My mother was wearing a light blue short skirt suit, revealing a pair of long, smooth, and beautiful legs. Flesh-colored stockings made the lines of her legs appear even softer, and most of her rounded, smooth thighs were on full display, making them even more alluring. If I wasn't mistaken, the stockings were definitely openwork. She wore a pair of extremely high-end, exquisite suede strappy black stiletto heels, perfectly complementing her legs and highlighting the smooth, beautiful curves of her insteps. It made you think that the wearer had a very high level of aesthetic sense and grooming. The thin straps tied around her delicate ankles were incredibly elegant.
After a while, I came to my senses, staring into my mother's captivating, dreamy eyes, and began to ask her about her well-being. I no longer cared what we talked about, but the surge of unity within me thrilled me. I had made up my mind to do something with my mother that night that would bring her lifelong happiness, before my sister returned.
At 7:30 pm, after dinner, my mother listened with great interest as I recounted my travel experiences. As I spoke, seeing the opportune moment, I pretended to suddenly realize something and said, "I almost forgot to give you the gift I bought in India, Mom." Then, I hurriedly opened my luggage and took out the magical mirror from the back. I prayed that the mirror was truly as miraculous as the oracle had described, and I was filled with immense excitement. Who knew how the world would change because of my thought? No, I only wanted to change my mother's life; I only wanted to give her happiness, a happiness that wouldn't be tolerated by this foolish society. And in doing so, I elevated my soul to an unprecedented level of sensory experience.
"Son, you seem very excited! Your face is so red!" "Maybe the air conditioning isn't strong enough. I'll turn it up." I concealed my excitement and handed the mirror to my mother. It was a bronze mirror, with unknown gods and demons carved on the handle and frame. The mirror surface was blurred and unclear due to its age
. Mom held the mirror, examining it carefully. I secretly whispered a spell to activate the mirror's magic. Then, in a gentle voice, I said to Mom, "Mom, please look carefully at this mirror without moving. The mirror has magic powers. If you don't believe me, look in the mirror. Isn't there a drop of water moving from side to side? Your eyes should follow the movement of the drop. This way, you will experience the mystery of life in complete relaxation. Now, don't think about anything. Let all distractions drift away like clouds. Relax, relax... Your mind has found peace. You will deeply enjoy this peace. Relax... Now, focus on the mirror, focus on the drop of water in the mirror. Don't think about anything, keep your mind blank. The drop of water is your clear inner world. You will feel refreshed, refreshed, refreshed and free of distractions. You should know that I am about to take you into a wonderful world." At first, Mom had a hint of doubt, but slowly, her gaze gradually became dull, her hazy eyes like misty autumn water.
"Your strength is slowly fading, and your will is no longer resisting. Resistance makes you uneasy, but you are satisfied with this state. You feel safe." A thin mist seemed to cover her eyes. She remained motionless, her hand resting on the table, weakly yet firmly holding the mirror. I knew she was entering a hypnotic state. I continued gently, "That drop of water will lead you beyond worldly troubles. Okay, now the drop has led you beyond them. You will see a tunnel, surrounded by darkness, representing your troubles and pain. You don't have to touch them now. You will see a door at the end of the tunnel, and your body will float up, float to the door, float... float past. Open that door, and you will see endless light, a very soft light. Don't hesitate, float past happily." All of her brain activity quickly appeared in the mirror. A door appeared in the mirror, getting closer and closer, representing her observing the door from a first-person perspective, floating past. Suddenly, the door opened, and countless rays of light shone in. Mother had completed the first stage.
"In this wonderful new world, I am your guide, leading you to true happiness. My words are all beneficial to you. Don't doubt me, you cannot resist me. Mother, you will completely obey me. Say you will obey me, understand?" Mother's face was expressionless, her eyes vacant, and she slowly said, "Yes, I will obey you. I will not doubt, I will not resist." "Please go back 13 years and see the place where Father and that female secretary were having an affair. What do you see?" A large room appeared in the mirror, with a large bed. Two fleshy creatures were engaged in fierce close combat. The man was my father, and the woman, needless to say, was...
"Ah, I saw my unfaithful husband, he, he..." A look of pain appeared on Mother's face, and her voice choked with sobs.
I quickly said, "Don't be afraid, don't be in pain. Your heart has already found boundless peace. Don't let these things disturb your peace. You're no longer involved; your soul has been elevated. Okay, now think about why Cheng Jing is usually so melancholy." "Look at yourself, what does that prostitute have that compares to Cheng Jing? Why did that bastard like her? What does Cheng Jing lack compared to her? Ah, I feel that Cheng Jing is in great pain right now. She can't keep her husband. What's the use of her kindness and nobility? What's the use of her youth and beauty? She's very insecure and melancholy." Things were as I had suspected before. Through the reflection in the mirror and my mother's introspective reflection, I finally uncovered the secret in my mother's heart. Now, what I need to do is completely heal my mother's psychological trauma
.I continued gently, "Okay, now you'll see a white cloud, slowly, slowly enveloping you. You'll rise with this cloud, leaving this place and rising to your office. Okay, now this white cloud slowly disappears, and you'll see your usual office and those men who often bother you. Do you see that?" The scene in the mirror gradually changed. First, something like a white cloud covered the entire mirror, then the mirror became clear again. Under my prompting, my mother's soul returned to her office, where she saw countless men's figures constantly changing like a carousel, changing faster and faster, with the phantoms constantly overlapping.
Mom couldn't take it anymore: "Ah... Guide, please take me away from here. I hate those men, they're so annoying! They only know how to take advantage of me, their bodies smell so bad! Ugh, I hate them so much! Please take me away from here!" I really wanted to lead Mom away from this scene immediately, but to enhance the effect, I guided her to say, "You're an observer now, these men can't get close to you. Before leaving, please tell me why these men are so awful." Mom said, "Ah... they only want to defile me. I'm afraid of being defiled, I'm afraid of losing my virginity. Ah... I'm afraid." So, I quickly seized the opportunity: "Mom, trust your feelings, and continue to guide..." Keep your distance from this kind of man. What you need is a man who cherishes your chastity, protects your spirit and body, a man who loves you. He's right beside you; you need him so much. You want everything from him. You want to make love to him, to share yourself with him. You will obey all his demands; his demands will make you happy. Do you understand?" My mother's voice seemed to come from ancient times, firm yet gentle: "Yes. I need him. I will obey him." Victory was getting closer and closer. I led my mother to the final scene in the mirror: a black snakeskin strappy stiletto heel placed on a crystal stand. I asked my mother, "Why do you usually like to wear these high heels? Tell me what's deepest in your heart." Don't be afraid. Telling me will make you feel safe and comfortable. Okay, now let's release your deepest thoughts. Mom was silent for a while, a moment that felt like an eternity. Finally, Mom spoke: "I love to express my sexiness. I have a beautiful figure. I like to highlight my nobility. Nobility belongs to me, and high heels best express it. I want to wear high heels in front of men." I said, "Mom, you need to wear high heels in front of a man who is truly worthy of you. High heels represent sexiness and nobility; black represents maturity; snakeskin represents charm; the straps represent that you will be willing to be bound and requested by this man, that you will submit to him; and with stockings, it represents your softness and radiance." "Beautiful, mature, sexy, radiant. You must remember, you will wear this for the man who truly deserves you, understand?" Mom said. "Understood." I suppressed my ecstatic joy and spoke the most important words, one by one: "The man who truly deserves you is your son. From now on, you will love your son wholeheartedly and fulfill all his needs, because this will make you happy. Your son will inherit all the rights and obligations of your first husband, which is unacceptable to society, so you must keep this secret. But from now on, you must understand that this is sacred, that your son, who will possess your chastity, will make love with you in a noble and peaceful way. Understand?"
After some futile resistance, Mom finally said the words I had longed for: "Understood." I ordered Mom to put down the mirror and then said, "Stretch out your feet." Mom stretched out her feet. Since she had just taken a bath before dinner, she was barefoot, but this was enough to make me ecstatic. What beautiful feet! Perfect, white, and delicate skin, a beautifully arched foot, and five toes arranged in a graceful curve. I kissed the sole of her foot, then kissed my way up from her toes to her thighs. I suckled on every inch of her skin like a nursing baby. Ah, her skin was so tender, making my "little brother" begin to "grow strong." Her thighs trembled involuntarily; it seemed her thighs were her erogenous zone, and she was starting to react.
I suppressed my passion and said to her, "Get up, take me to Grandma's bedroom." She obediently got up and led me to her bedroom on the second floor. I said, "Open Grandma's wardrobe." She slowly opened her wardrobe. Ah, in the lower compartment, there were all kinds of underwear: panties, bras, garter belts, and my favorite stockings and pantyhose. There were all kinds of styles: openwork, lace, silk, and colors like black, flesh-colored, light blue, and green.
I ordered my mother to find her most elegant and sexy outfit to wear. So, in front of her son, she stripped naked, then gracefully and slowly put on a white nylon bra, lace panties, and flesh-colored, high-quality lotus-edged stockings. A mother, elegant and graceful, with a captivatingly sexy figure, appeared before me, like the birth of Venus.
I placed the suede, strappy black stiletto heels I had secretly bought before dinner in front of my mother, saying, "Mom, let's have a union ceremony now. Please put on one of the heels first." My mother sat on the edge of the bed, gracefully bent down, picked up the heel, held it in both hands, and slowly raised it to her foot, slipping it onto her smooth, silky feet. Then, she carefully tied the straps. I kissed my mother's foot and said, "Let me put this shoe on you, and you will belong to me forever." As I helped my mother put on the remaining shoe, I touched the stockings on her instep; the smooth, silky feel was indescribable. After everything was finished, I kissed the woman who would one day lie beside me and gave her an authoritative command: "Serve your current husband with your lips, show your obedience and joy."
My mother devoutly took my little "brother" into her mouth, her bright red lips moving as she did as I instructed. I could feel her tongue moving rapidly, licking and sucking my glans with irresistible charm, trying to swallow the shaft as far as possible into her throat, and the rhythm gradually quickening.
"Ah!...No...I can't take it anymore! So good...So good...Ah...I'm coming...I'm coming! Ah..." Being my first time, I surrendered after 10 minutes.
However, the secret technique I learned from another high monk in Tibet immediately came in handy. I chanted a closely guarded mantra, and within a minute, my "little brother" was about to roar again. I watched the white fluid flow from my mother's lips; she looked so satisfied, as if she had finally seen the light after a century of waiting.
I said to my mother, "Let's make love in bed." My mother lay on the bed, her posture so charming and alluring. I pounced on her, kissing her lips tightly, our tongues intertwining. Her breath was sweet and fragrant, intoxicating me. I frantically kneaded my mother's firm breasts with both hands; the sensation of caressing them through the nylon bra was wonderful, just like caressing my mother's stockinged feet. I kneaded for what seemed like an eternity before carefully removing my mother's white nylon bra and directly kneading her breasts.
My large hands, like thunder, vigorously kneaded her ample breasts, manipulating her rapidly swelling nipples. My mother's love grew stronger, and she twisted her alluring long legs frantically. The contact between her stockings and my penis with the rest of her body was indescribably pleasurable. I felt a warmth between her legs; her love juices were already flowing freely. Reluctantly, I left her mouth and began to suckle her nipples. The familiar feeling from over ten years ago returned. As I watched my mother's nipples rapidly swell, tears of emotion welled up in my eyes at this reunion with them. Finally, amidst my mother's hypnotic surprise, I mounted my horse. I removed one of her high heels, lifted her beautiful legs onto my arms, and began to caress the stockings that drove me mad with desire, my hands moving up and down, left and right.
Looking at her shimmering yet alluring thighs, calves, insteps, and soles, I kissed and sucked them relentlessly, rubbing them with my skin.My mother's two pink labia were just parted, revealing her vaginal opening. Her vaginal fluids continued to flow from her genitals. I finally found the entrance, and my glans slowly slid in through the cleft. "Mom, I'm going in!" In that instant, my soul felt like it had ascended to heaven, experiencing unprecedented joy, peace, and tranquility. I didn't know if this was the happiness Freud spoke of, the bliss of re-entering the womb, but I truly felt a sense of reunion with my mother. I floated into a blaze of light, soaring above the clouds. With each thrust, my mother's vaginal fluids flowed more abundantly, becoming even wetter, making my thrusts smoother and more fluid. My pleasure, amplified by the tightness of her vagina, surged throughout my body. Although I was immersed in the hypnotic climax of lovemaking, my mother continued to arouse my desire with her panting breaths, making my masculinity shine through.

Suddenly, Mom trembled, her legs rubbing tightly against my arm, an expression of utter ecstasy on her face. I felt her juices overflowing, her vaginal walls contracting violently, intensifying my pleasure to another level. I knew Mom had finally reached orgasm, and I couldn't hold back any longer; I too reached my peak of pleasure, a tingling sensation running down my spine. My penis throbbed, ejaculating into Mom's vagina, fulfilling my duty as a husband.
I lay on the bed, embracing my peacefully sleeping mother, gently stroking her thighs, watching her smile in her sleep, a surge of joy rising within me. I whispered in Mom's ear, "Please, Mom, serve my brother again." Mom once again extended her tongue, wiping away the semen, and began to formally perform oral sex on me.
She licked every part of my penis, from the glans to the testicles. A few minutes later, I kissed my mother's smooth, alluring stockings again, caressing her beautiful legs and the high heel she was still wearing. I aimed my penis at her vulva. Now we were both ready. I was hard to the limit again. I pressed my penis against my mother's labia minora and slowly inserted it into her vulva, all the way in. My mother closed her eyes and moaned, as if she were in heaven.
I slowly thrust in and out, then sped up after a while. This time it lasted longer, and my thrusts were deeper and more powerful than before. I don't know how long it lasted, but my mother reached orgasm several times in a row. Each time, she closed her eyes tightly and opened her mouth, only starting to breathe after about twenty seconds. My penis seemed to have inexhaustible strength, reaching orgasm with my mother every time, ejaculating semen, but quickly recovering. Now my mother's mouth and vulva were covered in my sticky semen.
Finally, with a loud shout, I filled my mother's vagina with my warm, thick semen.
I held my mother, looking at this woman who was not so close to me yesterday but belonged to me today. Seeing her sweet smile, I knew she would never have to feel inferior again, because she firmly believed that she had become a good wife again.
I began to break free from her hypnotic control: "Mom, after I count to three, you will begin to return from that perfect world to this world. Please remember, after returning to this world, all your concepts of right and wrong will be based on the standards I guided you to in the perfect world. You will naturally regard your son as your partner, you will love making love with me as compensation for what happened before, and you will obey all my commands. Every word I say must be carried out. Okay, now you can come back. 1, 2, 3." When Mom's eyes lit up again, we couldn't help but hug each other tightly, both of us shedding tears. Tomorrow, we believe that no matter how great the storm, we, mother and son, will walk together, because we have become one, we have overcome the greatest trauma.
As we embraced, my sister's cold, beautiful face, her devilish figure, her long legs, black stockings, and her crisscrossing high heels flashed through my mind. The next step… After Mom became my partner, during the day she remained the chairwoman of her company, a loving mother who took meticulous care of me. At night, we would indulge in the pleasures of sex.
Three days later, after my sister returned, I began to formally implement my second step plan. After dinner, at my command from the day before, Mom excused herself, saying she was a little tired, and went to her room to rest early, leaving my sister and me watching TV in the living room.
Around 9 PM, I noticed my sister looked tired after a long day of travel. This was the perfect opportunity to execute my plan. Pretending to suddenly remember, I said, "Oh, I almost forgot, sister, I brought back a local specialty from my trip as a gift for Grandma." I hurriedly went back to my room, grabbed the magic mirror, and rushed back to the living room. Suddenly, I noticed a barely perceptible smile on my sister's lips as I stepped into the living room. I began to have a strange premonition.
I handed the mirror to my sister, and before I could even speak, she was already looking at it intently, just as intently as she always was with everything. I felt a surge of joy, because the more intently she looked, the faster the hypnosis would succeed.
I spoke in a very gentle voice, as if drifting from the sky, "Sister, this isn't an ordinary mirror. Do you see the water droplet in the mirror? If you keep your eyes fixed on that droplet, you'll gradually forget all your troubles. Okay, now look at that droplet, relax, relax. You'll feel that time has stopped flowing, and you won't have any worries; you'll just want to rest." Perhaps my sister was really too focused on the mirror; her gaze began to gradually become dull, but occasionally, her usual sharp glint would flash
. I further guided my sister, saying, "Imagine your worries and thoughts will automatically leave you. Breathe slowly, and with each easy breath, it seems to drive away your worries. Your eyelids will feel heavier and heavier, and you'll gradually realize that your thoughts are no longer important. You've carried these thoughts for a long time; you should let them go and rest. Okay, now, completely relax. I'll count to three, and you must completely abandon your thoughts and accept my guidance. My guidance will lead you to a safe and wonderful place. Don't be afraid. Now I'll start counting: 1, 2, 3." My sister's eyes were already closed, and I felt a surge of pride, telling myself I had to calm her down. Then, I began to guide my sister: "Sister, that drop of water will lead you beyond worldly troubles. Okay, now the drop of water has led you beyond them. You will see a tunnel, surrounded by darkness, which represents your troubles and pain. You don't have to touch them now. You will see a door at the end of the tunnel, and your body will float up and float to the door, float... float past. Open that door, and you will see endless light, a very soft light. Don't hesitate, float past happily." In the mirror, my sister's soul, like my mother's, smoothly floated through another world. My sister quietly gazed at the universe from the doorway, enjoying the natural beauty of the universe.
I was eager to uncover the reason for my sister's coldness, so I directly took her to the scene from when I was 12 years old. I was sitting at my desk doing my homework when my sister, who was a year older than me, came over, checked my homework, pointed out many mistakes, and then kept scolding me for not working hard enough, getting very angry
.I asked my sister in the gentlest voice I could muster, "Sister, Grandma has now withdrawn from your body. Okay, now please observe your inner world. Why is she so angry? Why is she so strict with her brother?" My sister remained silent for a long time, then said in an almost inaudible voice, "I want to love my brother. I can't allow him to go astray. I want him to become an excellent man." I asked in confusion, "In Grandma's standards, what is good and what is bad?" This time, my sister's will seemed to begin to resist. She started to shake all over. I quickly said, "Relax. Grandma is detached from everything in this world. Grandma is safe. No one can hurt Grandma. Everything about Grandma will be guided by me. My guidance will make Grandma happy. Don't pay attention to Grandma's tension." My sister began to regain her peaceful expression and slowly began to explore her inner world from her childhood, saying, "Bad means disobeying and ignoring me." I want my little brother to always pay attention to me, to care about me. I want him to be excellent in everything. I want an excellent little brother by my side. Ah! That feeling is so good, so blissful. I'm afraid my little brother will become one of those filthy men who fawn over Mom. How disgusting! "Strange, why does my sister insist that I care about her? Could it be...?" I suppressed my curiosity and continued to ask, "Then what is 'good'?" My sister's voice grew softer and softer: "Good, it's being by my side at all times, satisfying my happiness, satisfying my pride in having a good little brother, it's having a... a..." My sister's face began to show a hint of discomfort. After a while, she finally uttered words that shocked me: "I need my little brother's penis, a clean penis." I never imagined my sister would have such a desire. I trembled and asked her, "What's so good about my little brother's penis that makes you so infatuated?" My sister said: Because it was pure. I lowered my head and remained silent for a while, then asked, "Grandma loves your brother so much, would you be willing to be his partner?" My sister quietly replied, "Yes." Without any prompting or guidance from me, I arrived at this unexpected result. I began to understand that beneath my sister's cold exterior lay a passionate heart—a love for me, a love that was usually unspoken. I was now a little at a loss.
Just then, something unexpected happened. The mirror suddenly rewound like a video recorder, showing the scene I had created all the way back to the dark tunnel. By the time I looked up and realized what had happened, it was too late. My sister woke up on her own, looking at me with a strange smile I had never seen before, and said, "How was it? Hypnosis? Was it as fun as hypnotizing Mom?" I involuntarily collapsed onto the sofa. It was over. My sister had discovered everything. Although I didn't know where I had gone wrong, the consequences were unimaginable. My mind went completely blank.
But then my sister suddenly came over, sat on the sofa, and chuckled. With a gentleness she'd never used on me before, she said, "Silly brother, what are you afraid of? I'm willing to be hypnotized by you, willing to tell you my innermost thoughts. Do you think I'd mind? I'm so happy you and Mom are finally back together. If I minded, with your half-baked hypnotic skills, could you even hypnotize me?" My hand warmed; I found my sister's soft, white hand holding mine. Still shaken, I vaguely saw tears glistening in her eyes. She laughed again, saying, "Do you think you're the only one who knows the Master? Do you think there's only one Master in this world?" My mind was a jumble. Did she know the Master again? Were there two Masters
? My sister regained her usual calm—no, it was the absence of her domineering presence, replaced by a serene tranquility. Then she slowly explained the reason. At that moment, the most unbelievable thing in the world unfolded before my eyes, happening right in my own home.
It turns out that although my sister is usually fierce, she is always kind and generous, and loves philosophy. She's good friends with a classmate from the philosophy department at her university. This classmate had led my sister through some unusual experiences (the details of which my sister didn't tell me), and my sister trusted her completely. This classmate had discovered my sister's secret and predicted that she would become my partner.
At first, my sister was very scared, but this classmate predicted that only with me could my sister be free from her inner turmoil and find true happiness; otherwise, she would be alone for life, and even if she married just any man, the consequences would be unimaginable.
This classmate is one of many spiritual teachers active around the world. He taught my sister various philosophies, some of which she had previously agreed with and could be found in various religions, and others that she had never heard of before, such as breaking with worldly conventions, or that some people do not belong to any religion in the world today, but belong to a mysterious,
yet-to-be-revealed, so-called ...
After hearing all this, I was stunned for a long time, as if in a dream. Suddenly, I found myself pinned down; my sister had pushed me down onto the sofa, her cherry-like lips passionately kissing me, her high, firm breasts rising and falling rapidly, pressed tightly against my chest. My
blood was boiling; I cast aside all my worries, embraced my sister, and passionately explored the secrets of her tongue. Our kiss was so intense, like parched land receiving rain; at this moment, our hearts were in sync, our feelings deepened, and we were inseparable.
My sister, already aroused, suddenly pushed me away, abruptly unzipped my pants, pulled out my penis—now a big one—removed her slippers, and rubbed her beautiful legs—the ones I had longed for—wearing black, lace-trimmed stockings—again and forth over my penis.
Ah! Before, when my sister came home, she would take a shower first, change into ordinary cotton socks, and then eat with us. Today, she specially put on these elegant and sexy stockings for me, satisfying my greatest desire.
I couldn't help but exclaim, "Ah... ah ah... oh oh... it feels so good... oh... ah... oh oh oh... ah ah ah... ah ah... oh... ah... ah... ah ah ah... sister... ah ah... your legs are so beautiful... ah... the stockings are rubbing against me... ah ah ah... so comfortable... oh... ah..." My sister's friction was sometimes slow and sometimes fast, and I felt so happy and blissful. My dearest and most beloved person was connected to me heart to heart, doing what I wanted to do most. Whether it was physical or spiritual, I reached an orgasm.
"Ahhh...don't stop...ahhh...sister...how did you know I...ah...like...wearing stockings...ahhh...legs intercourse...ahhh..." My sister's face flushed red. "What can you hide from me?" I looked at my sister's beautiful legs. Her shapely calves and rounded thighs were flawless and white, appearing elegant and graceful, yet mysterious, against the backdrop of pure black stockings. Under the
intense friction of Lycra and nylon, I was exhausted in about 10 minutes. It was incredibly pleasurable! White semen stained my sister's stockings, a beautiful contrast of black and white.
At this moment, my sister gracefully took off her stockings and placed them in my hands, shyly saying, "Do you like them? Here you go." There was nothing more sacred and joyful than this moment. I took them and kissed the stockings. As if by magic, my sister pulled another pair of high-quality velvet stockings with lotus-leaf trim from her casual clothes pocket, slowly and delicately putting them on. Then she whispered to me, "I know you know that aphrodisiac spell. Come to my room, we'll..." I understood what she meant, so I lifted my sister's buttocks, letting her legs wrap around my waist, and carried her to her room, placing her on the bed. My sister automatically took off her casual clothes. Ah! My sister was wearing a complete set of black, lace lingerie, perfectly complementing her jade-like figure, like a fairy descended from heaven, breathtakingly beautiful.
What good deed had I done to deserve this blissful life
? As I continued our unfinished kiss, I used my large hands to do everything a human could do on my sister's breasts—pinching, rubbing, kneading, touching, pinching—using every method imaginable, my heart pounding with the excitement of praying in a temple. Then, I took off my sister's underwear, leaving only her high-quality velvet stockings with lotus-shaped trim. I had her legs tightly wrapped around my waist, rubbing them together intensely. I pushed my glans into her narrow vagina and thrust upwards.
It was her first time, and although her hymen quickly welcomed my entry, she still felt some pain. However, in less than five minutes, her moans of pain turned into a joyful song: "It's killing me... ahhh... it feels so good... ahhh... so good... so good... down... so wet down there... um... keep going... ahhh..." Her vaginal fluids flowed like the mighty Yangtze and the surging Yellow River, unstoppable, and my movements became faster, stronger, and more ruthless. My sister soon reached her first orgasm. I buried myself in my work, my large hands moving freely across her breasts, thighs, and abdomen. Amidst her cries of joy and satisfaction, I gave her her first sense of pride in over 20 years—the pride of being a woman, the pride of being my woman.
I couldn't hold back any longer and ejaculated as well. A stream of spicy semen spurted out, mixing with her vaginal fluids, soaking our pubic hair and the bed
."Is it over yet? Not so fast." I chanted a spell, and in three minutes, my virility returned, ready to conquer the world again. This time, my "little brother" was even more powerful. First, it rubbed frantically against my sister's stockings, causing her to become aroused and her legs to move wildly against me. My usually aloof sister was now so charming and alluring, as lovely as any other woman. Satisfied, she offered her vulva, and our piston-like movements were perfect thanks to our combined efforts.
When I ejaculated again, I felt not only joy but also peace, even more comfortable than when I made love with my mother. I knew that this time I had finally fulfilled my destiny; I had become a real man, a man who could make my sister willingly offer herself to me without hypnosis.
Of course, hypnosis is good. Later, if my sister agrees, I will hypnotize her again, allowing her to experience her soul more deeply and attain deeper pleasure. That's for later
.
As the midnight bell rang, I turned over to look at my sister sleeping beside me. She looked at me affectionately and said, "Little brother, I will never be so mean to Grandma again, but I won't allow Grandma to be as bad as those stinky men, understand? Otherwise…" My sister pinched my thigh hard, making me cry out in pain.
I said, "No, no, sister, does it still hurt? It's all my fault for being inexperienced and making it hurt so much." "It doesn't hurt so much now. Silly brother, if you were experienced, I'd kill you!" I laughed and said, "Experience? Besides learning from Mom, what other experience do I have?" "Brother, you know that spell, it'll never be difficult for you. I think we should come with Mom from now on, we'll be a real family, okay?" I said, "I'm afraid Grandma won't agree." My sister laughed and said, "Mom and I are of one mind, we both revolve around you, how could I bear to let Mom be alone? From now on, we'll live happily as a family, and never be as depressed as before. Isn't that wonderful!" I couldn't help but kiss my sister's lips... Later, the three of us played games every day, said goodbye to psychological trauma, and lived happily as husband and wife, enjoying family bliss after all the suffering.
Now I often think, without those mysterious teachers, how could our family have such a happy life? But how can ordinary people discover the mentors around them
? She wasn't a glamorous superstar; she even wore simple, ordinary clothes. But because of her indescribable charm, her unique nobility, and her lovely, smooth stockings, I knew she was an abandoned angel, waiting for my rescue. We would walk hand in hand through the long night. She needed
a pair of high heels that could perfectly complement her beauty, sexiness, and nobility—those with delicate, necklace-like straps to accentuate her refinement.
I chose to buy such a pair: five thin, silky straps extending from the heel to both sides; the shoe's surface area was as small as possible, with only two thin pieces of leather at the heel and forefoot; high heels and pointed toes. This would be her gift, a present to the woman I had conquered, a symbol of her noble and alluring lover and slave.
She had just finished performing in a charity singing competition and was resting in the backstage dressing room. I slowly approached her, holding the exquisite shoes, and asked in a deep voice, "Miss, are these the shoes you left in the locker in the dressing room?" She quickly smiled and said, "Sir, you've got it wrong. These aren't my shoes. I was performing in a singing competition, not dancing." I shook the strap on the high heels and continued in a deep voice, "Look, the style of the shoes matches your outfit so well. Please take a closer look. Are these your shoes? Don't be so quick to say yes. Don't be nervous. Relax and look at these shoes carefully again. Calm down and look." She seemed somewhat surprised, but she couldn't help looking at the shoes. As the strap swayed back and forth, the surrounding air seemed to freeze, and time stood still.
I continued, "Miss, you're tired, so you might not recognize them very clearly. Please follow these beautifully curved shoes and look at them carefully from beginning to end." She seemed a little dazed, her eyes involuntarily unfocused, as if she wanted to say something to refuse me, but couldn't, or rather, didn't want to. She was captivated by these elegant yet sexy high heels, captivated by my voice.
"Relax, focus on these shoes. They are yours, don't doubt it. You're very tired, please try to relax and rest for a while." With a hint of doubt, she stared irresistibly at the high heels, her limbs beginning to hang limply at her sides.
I said softly, "Now you need to relax your whole body. You will enter a deep hypnotic state. Your eyes will be closed weakly until you hear my command."
She closed her beautiful eyes, no longer paying attention to this chaotic world, leaving behind a pure land, a dreamlike realm, where we shared sweet joy.
"You're becoming more and more relaxed, no longer feeling any unpleasantness, no longer troubled by worries. You just want to enter a gentle and sweet hypnotic state, enjoying the joy and comfort of my guidance and commands. You've lost the pain, you've lost your original worries, you've slowly lost your ability to distinguish right from wrong." She was trying to resist my last words. I put down my high heels, gently held her soft, warm hands, and softly told her, "Everything will be alright, don't worry. Your judgment of right and wrong is tainted with too many errors belonging to that chaotic world. Let it go, you'll feel very comfortable, your body will feel as comfortable as if you were in the countryside in spring. If you don't listen to me, imagine the darkness and cold of the world enveloping you, how miserable that would be. Please enter a deeper sleep and enjoy that warmth." She was completely hypnotized and could no longer resist. With a warm smile, she fell into my arms. I picked her up, put on my high heels, and disappeared into the vast darkness.
She was not a promiscuous woman. Even at the moment of losing her virginity, on the eve of carnal revelry, she remained so gentle and virtuous.
Of course, losing virginity is a chain imposed on people by this world. True loss of virginity is the sinful act of those who sell their souls for material gain. My woman, now entrusting her virginity to me with complete trust, is not only the greatest contempt for her husband, but also the greatest victory over true darkness.
Now, she lies on the bed, so peaceful. When I remove her outer garments, I feel only dazzling brilliance, all because of her fair and beautiful body, the best proof of an angel. Every time my hands glide over that body, besides physical excitement, it is also a contact with heaven.
Heaven, I've never been, nor do I want to, because the suffering people of this world await the help of millions like her and me. With such a beautiful soul and body, why beg heaven to leave you alone in the chaotic void?
Her lingerie was equally elegant and supple. Although my caresses brought her complete comfort and indescribable beauty, she didn't immediately remove it, letting the lingerie representing her nobility and purity tell me that its owner needed love, true love.
She closed her beautiful eyes, no longer paying attention to this chaotic world, leaving behind a pure land, a dreamlike realm, where we shared sweet joy
."You're becoming more and more relaxed, no longer feeling any unpleasantness, no longer troubled by worries. You just want to enter a gentle and sweet hypnotic state, enjoying the joy and comfort of my guidance and commands. You've lost the pain, you've lost your original worries, you've slowly lost your ability to distinguish right from wrong." She was trying to resist my last words. I put down my high heels, gently held her soft, warm hands, and softly told her, "Everything will be alright, don't worry. Your judgment of right and wrong is tainted with too many errors belonging to that chaotic world. Let it go, you'll feel very comfortable, your body will feel as comfortable as if you were in the countryside in spring. If you don't listen to me, imagine the darkness and cold of the world enveloping you, how miserable that would be. Please enter a deeper sleep and enjoy that warmth." She was completely hypnotized and could no longer resist. With a warm smile, she fell into my arms. I picked her up, put on my high heels, and disappeared into the vast darkness.
She was not a promiscuous woman; even at the moment of losing her virginity, on the eve of a carnal revelry, she remained gentle and virtuous.
Of course, loss of virginity is a chain imposed on people by this world. True loss of virginity is the sinful act of those who sell their souls for material gain. My woman, now entrusting her virginity to me with complete trust, is not only the greatest contempt for her husband, but also the greatest victory over true darkness.
Now, she lies on the bed, so peaceful. When I remove her outer garments, I am only struck by her dazzling beauty, all because of her fair and beautiful body, the best proof of an angel. Every time my hands glide over that body, besides physical excitement, it feels like a connection with heaven.
Heaven, I've never been, nor do I want to, because the suffering people of this world are waiting for millions of people like her and me to help them. With such a beautiful soul and body, why should you beg heaven to leave you all alone in the chaotic void
? Her lingerie was equally elegant and supple. Although my caresses brought her complete comfort and indescribable beauty, she didn't immediately remove her lingerie out of lust. The lingerie, representing her nobility and purity, told me that its owner needed love, true love.
I was so moved because I had personally removed her high heels, gently caressing her smooth feet. The touch of the stockings extended from my arms, transforming into immense joy, leading both of us into a hazy, mysterious, and ethereal realm. At the same time, according to ancient Eastern etiquette, it also declared that I had touched her feet and obtained her chastity.
The pinkish-white, subtly shimmering stockings clung so tightly to their wearer, a subtle joy filling my heart. I helped her put on those elegant high heels, gently commanding her to walk around the room in the most seductive yet refined poses, perfectly embodying the unity of person, stockings, and high heels. She did as she was told, to prove her transcendence, her obedience and dependence on me.
I dimmed the lights, admiring her beautiful legs illuminated by the soft glow of the lamplight. The gentle curves, stretching long and graceful, reminded me of waves. I wondered if these undulating waves could give us both the highs and lows of pleasure. Did you know that at the end of that gaze, there was a sacred joy
? And so, I decided to try.
I lifted her legs, spreading them open, and now I could see more clearly. Beneath the black pubic hair, her labia were slightly parted, and her love juices flowed continuously for me. I grasped my engorged member, pressing the head against her sanctuary, teasing it back and forth, still reluctant to penetrate immediately.
However, though she was asleep, she unconsciously used her legs, clad in beautiful stockings, to gently caress my face, inviting me to explore the inside of that sanctuary, to see if there was any holy water
that could preserve youth. I was moved, and following the lubrication of her love juices, I pushed in. True love comes from the close union of two people; her small, narrow palace could only accommodate my treasure, clearly prepared naturally for me.
I began to slowly move my hips, gently thrusting in and out. She also cooperated with my movements, swaying gently. The sanctuary overflowed with love juice, making us rise and fall like falling into the sea, traversing a century of happiness in the joyful darkness.
We were like lovers reunited, pressed tightly together. Her face was flushed with the rosy glow of orgasm, her expression radiant with happiness, as if she were in heaven. Her body was even more mature and alluring.
I was overjoyed, like a thunderbolt shattering the sky, thrusting wildly through her sanctuary, pumping, pumping, and pumping again. My chariot moved in and out of her body at breakneck speed, the smooth feel of her stockings becoming increasingly pronounced. I moved faster and harder, her beautiful body suddenly stiffening as she swayed. A cold, icy rain poured down on my burning chariot, and in that instant, we understood the true meaning of love. I laughed, silenced her tongue, and released my love juice deep into her vagina with unrestrained pleasure.
If happiness still exists in the world, it must be a pure and pristine beauty amidst the chaos, a flower of love blooming under the night sky.
I gently tidied everything up and continued speaking to her in a low voice, "Your whole body will now feel enveloped in a warm breeze. You will no longer remember anything that happened tonight. Remember, whenever you hear 'The more beautiful the night, the more you fall asleep,' you will receive my guidance. But this only works when I say it; it has no effect if someone else says it. You will open your eyes after I count to three, but you will ignore everything that is happening before you. You will go outside, take a taxi home, and when the driver asks you, you will wake up and naturally answer with your address, feeling that everything is normal and natural. Even if your memory lingers about what happened between us tonight, you will only treat it as a pleasant fantasy, and you will keep thinking about it in the days to come. We have plenty of time in the future, you can rest assured." I kissed her again, and a tear suddenly appeared on her pure and beautiful face. Did it represent joy or sorrow? I don't know, but I know that one day we will be together forever.
"1, 2, 3..." As the sound of her high heels faded into the distance, I watched her get into a taxi and disappear into the menacing city night. Looking back suddenly, I was once again alone in this vast room. The song "All Night Long" seemed to echo in my ears: "It's a frozen hour, the night past midnight, memories, like shooting stars, flash across my heart... The dream is over, how long will it be before the warm dawn..." Postscript: Two months later, with the help of my friend, the spiritual healer, we successfully sent her despicable husband to hell, and she inherited all his wealth.
Subsequently, through telephone control, I successfully hypnotized her each time, gradually freeing her from the constraints of worldly thinking. Gradually, we began a secret affair, no longer needing hypnosis to engage in sex; hypnosis became merely an ornament for our love.
Six months later, we finally got married... We could finally experience the taste of a happy life, the caresses of a lover, the loving support between mother and child, the unwavering devotion between master and servant—all the intimacy and closeness.
If you were to harbor the most thorough doubt and contempt for me, I would simply laugh it off, because you don't yet know what seemingly fallen holiness is, or what seemingly holy depravity is. You don't yet understand the life lesson of the teacher: happiness comes from affinity.

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