Mother and son mess

Like many friends here, I'm a fan of mother-son erotic fiction. I almost exclusively read erotic stories, and within erotic fiction, I almost exclusively read mother-son stories.
There have been many comments and recommendations about mother-son stories; almost every work has been reviewed. I'd like to share my own experience reading erotic fiction and my views on it.
The first erotic novel I read was in my third year of junior high school. It was a pirated martial arts novel masquerading as a Hong Kong author—it was actually quite bad. But at the time, I was deeply moved, seeing terms like "erotic fluid" and "thrusting" for the first time, and I masturbated countless times.
Soon after, I encountered my second erotic novel, also a martial arts story. Later, I discovered that the actual author was Song Baisheng's *Yin Yang Divine Skill*, but it was printed with a different author and title. It contained many explicit scenes, the most exciting being the scene between the villain Gong Buwang and his stepmother, Tao Hua San Niangzi—
Gong Buwang was startled and desperately begged Tao Hua San Niangzi.
Actually, Tao Hua San Niangzi was deliberately teasing him.
"Alright, Auntie was just teasing you. Look how scared you are. Come here—give Auntie a kiss. You scared my precious son so much, it breaks Auntie's heart."
"Oh! Auntie, you're so naughty! You scared me so much! I don't care, you have to compensate me for my emotional distress!"
"My good son, how do you want Auntie to compensate you for your emotional distress?"
Gong Buwang stood up, quickly stripped naked, and stood naked in front of Peach Blossom Third Sister.
His long spear was erect and throbbing with excitement.
Peach Blossom Third Sister's alluring eyes were fixed on that thick, long, and large spear, her heart pounding. Wow! How terrifying!
That little devil's spear must be about eight inches long!
The spearhead is as big as a baby's fist, truly a divine weapon from heaven, unstoppable. So she thought, if it were inserted into her wetness, she wondered what it would feel like!
Gong Buwang lifted Peach Blossom Third Sister's delicate body with both hands, laid her down on the bed, removed her gauze and undergarments, and pounced on her like a hungry tiger.
After a series of passionate kisses, he rolled off the bed, pulled her legs apart to the side, and grabbed a handful of fine grass to pull them up!
"Ah! You little devil...be gentle...it hurts..."
Two thick, purplish-red labia majora were writhing, opening and closing, with a pink peanut-like seed standing upright in the center. The crimson sac had already been torn open, gleaming with a crystal-clear luster, extremely beautiful!
Gong Buwang stuck out his tongue and blew on the wriggling peanut, causing Peach Blossom Third Sister to tremble two or three times.
Upon seeing this... He hurriedly blew on it a few more times, and Peach Blossom Third Sister cried out, trembling, "Hehe! You little devil, don't do this... Oh... You're really killing me... Ha..."
As she hummed and cried out, Peach Blossom Third Sister played with the spear in her jade hands, rubbing the spearhead and groove with her fingers.
Gong Buwang thought Peach Blossom Third Sister's hands were so skillful at touching, and the waves of tingling pleasure coming from the spearhead were truly amazing!
So he stood up, spread Peach Blossom Third Sister's pink legs apart and lifted them up, placing them on his shoulders, making her alluring curves even more prominent.
"Buwang, Auntie... I'm so uncomfortable... and so itchy... My good baby... then use your spear... to stop... stop the itch for Auntie..."
Although Peach Blossom Third Sister referred to herself as "Auntie" (not "Mom") in the erotic scene, she called Gong Buwang "Good Son," which gave me, as a young boy, a strange excitement—now that I think about it, perhaps that was the first time my Oedipus complex was aroused.
After starting university, with the internet, I frequently went to internet cafes, and late at night, I would browse pornographic websites. Initially, I mostly read ordinary erotic stories; even the more explicit ones were mostly about siblings, with milder themes. At the time, I didn't have the courage to admit my Oedipus complex and avoided mother-son stories. Until one day… I finally overcame my mental barrier and decided to read mother-son stories. I remember the first story I clicked on with a pounding heart, titled "Doing That Kind of Thing with Aiko." Only after reading it did I realize it was a lesbian story… "Aiko" was a Japanese woman… Damn! The
first real mother-son stories I read were "Mother and Son's Love on a Stormy Night" and "Out of Control Mother and Son," and from then on, I was hooked. Next, I read Da B's "Mother and Son's Love," which left a very deep impression (after reading it the first time, I didn't remember the keywords, so one night I spent endlessly searching for mother-son stories in an internet cafe until I finally found it). Later, I read Lijiangyin's masterpiece, "Snow-White Buttocks," and I loved it even more. Having read almost every type of mother-son story over the past decade, I've come across a variety of them. In recent years, with fewer good works available and a severe reading slump, I've started exploring English novels.
Here are my reflections on these mother-son stories, broken down into several points:
I. Visual Imagery
; II. The Nature of Mother-Son Relationships (Whether Favorable or Unfavorable
); III. Historical and Documentary Examples
; IV. What I Dislike . Regarding the first point
,
visual imagery, I believe good erotic fiction, regardless of whether it's a mother-son story or not, must possess vivid imagery. Perhaps the best example of this is an unfinished martial arts erotic novel: *The Erotic History of the Martial World* (keywords: Yunping, Madam Lu, Master's Wife). For example, in the section describing the scene after Yunping and his master's wife's lovemaking:
"Ah, ah, ah,"
the woman cried out in ecstasy. She had never known that her rear orifice, after being explored by this young apprentice, would be so intoxicating and tantalizing, to the point that she couldn't get enough of it and wanted to do it again and again. She moaned, her pink body trembling with excitement, her teeth clenched, the pleasurable stimulation washing over her beautiful body again and again.
...
... As the sun set, the moans and gasps in the pool gradually subsided. The young Yunping lazily stretched his strong limbs in the water, his starry eyes slightly closed, letting his body drift half-submerged on the surface.
The beautiful woman's languid, snow-white body remained lying on the blue stone by the pool, a satisfied smile on her pretty cheeks. The young man's essence was slowly overflowing from her pink anus. For a moment, the two were silent.
The text following the sex scene is clean yet lewd, vividly depicting the image of semen slowly overflowing from the beautiful woman's anus. This is perhaps the highest level of erotic fiction.
This unfinished erotic novel, although the protagonist only had incestuous relationships with his sister and aunt (the non-protagonist had mother-son incest), had already foreshadowed mother-son incest:
Yunping didn't feel his large penis had grown even thicker; he only noticed that his aunt's smooth, elastic passage had tightened even more. He stroked his aunt's pink, snow-white thighs straddling his hips, and looking up, the woman's pretty face was flushed and delicate, seemingly even more beautiful than his mother at this moment.
Perhaps because his aunt and mother were sisters and looked similar, the boy inexplicably wondered what it would be like if his mother, Madam Xiao, were riding him and frantically manipulating him.
This thought threw Yunping, who had always disregarded ethics, into a state of utter confusion. Yet, a strange feeling deep within him caused his large penis, which his aunt had swallowed, to involuntarily grow even larger.
"Ah…ah, you little rascal…why is it getting even bigger…oh, it's hitting my G-spot!
" But unfortunately, the story was abandoned, and Yunping never had the chance to make love with his beautiful mother.
A second vivid example comes from tamelee's (弄尘) *The Years*:
Upon hearing Ai'er's reply, Su Yi, always perfectly cooperative, immediately took a deep breath, her hips adjusting to Ai'er's movements. As the hot glans entered her beautiful flower garden, Su Yi let out a sweet moan unheard by anyone. Her jade legs gently twisted, her body slowly sliding down as the thick, hot treasure continued to advance. Unconsciously, her toes trembled slightly, her body arching into a bow shape. At this moment, Su Yi's appearance resembled a beautiful swan stretching its neck in a ballet.
When Ai'er filled the emptiness inside her flesh cave completely, feeling that there was no gap between their lower bodies, especially with Ai'er's actions that seemed to want to softly crush her entire body and stuff it inside, Su Yi's body became even hotter. "So comfortable!" Her beautiful eyes shone with intoxicated sunlight, and the movement of her little tongue licking her lips was full of seductive passion.
Su Chen lowered her skirt, concealing the bizarre sight of their lower bodies. Only on the shiny floor tiles beneath her feet could one see the beautiful mother's honeyed vulva, lewdly biting her son's thick, dark penis all the way to the base, dripping with saliva. The saliva fell into the prying eyes of those watching.
Or,
in a hazy image, in a cramped space, a mature woman raised her buttocks and thrust her breasts forward, her hands gripping the shoulders of the boy who was still trying to approach her broad chest, passionately performing a breastjob on the young body before her, her face radiating a holy glow. Yet, the image of her bare, round buttocks rubbing against the boy's arms looked incredibly lewd. This was the scene reflected in Su Yi's eyes by the mirror on the wall.
Su Yi chuckled, looking in astonishment at her reflection. Her son had brought home this large block of ice and fiddled with it for ages, and she, who had been helping him, had no idea what he was thinking. After dinner, her son had hurriedly pulled her inside. Seeing the boy's gaze follow her in the mirror, Su Yi playfully swayed her snow-white buttocks more, her alluring figure quickly eliciting a response. Her son tightened his grip, slapping her twitching buttocks with a sharp crack, reminding Su Yi to pause.
The scene in the mirror shifted again. Two fleshy figures danced cheek-to-cheek, the only suspicious thing being that only one was moving. Ignoring the age difference, the woman seemed to be serving her husband. The one being served remained silent, simply enjoying the pleasurable caresses. After a moment, the scene in the mirror changed again, this time the boy was serving his wife, carefully caressing her entire body, the inner walls of her flesh trembling from the coolness.
In this scene, Su Yi was a seductive young wife, "serving" her husband—her underage son, Su Chen. The mother and son were playing a perverse game: the son placed ice cubes into his mother's vagina.
And then there's the unattainable peak, the eternal classic of mother-son literature—"Snow-White Buttocks"—I
kissed her lips, she opened her mouth, and I greedily sucked on her fragrant tongue. She was so soft, so sweet, and I didn't want to leave for a long time. We kissed and sucked on each other like that, rolling around on the grass, startling the little grasshoppers in the grass. After a long, long time, our lips finally parted. I looked at my mother; her cheeks were flushed, her breathing rapid, her eyes filled with tenderness. She looked at me too, and finally said softly, "Come, child, I will always be your teacher, Biru."
This mother-son battle in the grass outside the village awakened the "little grasshoppers in the grass," as if it were happening right before my eyes.
And then there's Da B's "Mother-Son Love"—I
made a bold assumption. Okay, whether I'm wrong or not, I believe Mom won't blame me. After making my decision, I quietly went to my mother's room.
The door was slightly ajar, not closed. I gently pushed it open, and the scene before me stirred my emotions again. My mother was facing away from the door, starting to change. I saw her gently taking off her t-shirt. I saw her smooth, bare back, topped with a black bra, matching the panties I'd seen in the kitchen earlier.
Slowly, as if deliberately showing them to me, she gently unbuttoned her skirt and slowly pulled down the zipper.
Good heavens! This provocation made my already strained crotch even more uncomfortable.
The black lace panties were finally revealed before me—narrow, small, mesh-like lace. The feeling of her wearing them now was completely different from when I'd seen them in the laundry basket.
Slowly, she unhooked her bra, and I could still see her firm breasts protruding from behind. Then, she gently and elegantly pulled down her panties. I saw it all—my mother's completely naked body. So beautiful, so beautiful! I almost couldn't resist rushing over to hug her. But I held back. Hadn't she noticed me behind her after all this time? No, it must be on purpose.
My mother bent down, opened the closet, and took out another set of underwear. Oh my god! My blood was boiling. Just as she bent down, I saw it clearly from behind—a thin slit running down her buttocks, with fine pubic hairs mixed in. That was my mother's vulva, her little hole.
Then, my mother put on the new underwear she had just taken out—a sexy, transparent light blue lace thong—and then put on a pink, sheer nightgown that I had never seen before.
I still couldn't muster the courage to go forward, so I quickly backed away.
"Sigh..." I heard my mother sigh behind me.

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