Filial piety to mother

I never imagined that at 24, in the first month of 2019, my dream would come true. I've written so many fantasies about my mom and her in stockings, and I never thought I'd actually have sex with her. I don't know how to begin, so let me give you some background. I've attached three pictures; you can see them in my previous posts. The background is pretty much the same. I work as the CFO of a company under the State-owned Assets Supervision and Administration Commission in our area. I'm about 161cm tall and weigh around 100 pounds. I don't look fat, but I have a lot of belly fat. I occasionally wear glasses, love wearing stockings, and love manicures. Even in this cold winter, I've been fantasizing about stockings since high school, stealing my mom's worn stockings to masturbate. It became even more frequent after their divorce. My parents divorced at the end of 2014, when I was a senior in college, so it's been almost four years now. I've lived with my mom since graduation. The only difference from what I wrote before is that I've always had a girlfriend, but we broke up at the end of November last year. My

girlfriend was someone I dated in college for five years. She lived in the same city as me, and we thought we were about to get married, but then she started finding fault with me and dumped me. It's been a sad month for me, and I'm so grateful to my mom for taking care of me. Of course, I've also used her stockings and underwear for masturbation quite a bit.

I really don't know how to start the story without writing it down...

Let me begin from the day I was dumped...

Saturday, November 24th, my ex-girlfriend gave me an ultimatum, saying she really couldn't talk to me anymore. My salary wasn't high, my family was divorced, and her parents didn't approve. Thinking about it now, it's really upsetting. I finally got a job at the local credit union, and I think the salary isn't low. How could she be so hurtful? I can't do anything about my parents' divorce.

Saturday night, my mom saw I was sullen and hadn't gone out. She asked me what was wrong, and I told her everything. She was helpless and felt very sorry for me.

My mom really loves me. Every day after work, she comes home to be with me, cooks for me, and chats with me. She's gone from going out every day to going out only occasionally. Actually, I secretly looked at my mom's phone before and know that she's actually quite promiscuous... It's been so long since my divorce, and I've had many boyfriends. Sometimes our chats were quite explicit, and I almost always didn't get home until after 10 PM. I found out, but I knew I couldn't stop them. It's just that the thought of my mother being penetrated by someone else makes me hard, which is why I sometimes want to have sex with her.

During this period of heartbreak, to fill the emptiness in my heart, I frantically read incest novels at home, and also reread my own writings. Without any other reference points, I became insanely dependent on and obsessed with my mother. Sometimes I even fantasized about my mother wearing stockings being penetrated while I was beside her, smelling and licking her beautiful stockinged feet. I even fantasized about kneeling between my mother's spread legs every day and giving her oral sex, having her sit on my face and urinate or even defecate on me.

Thinking about it now, I feel like I've gone crazy.

Back then, every night before bed, I would secretly smell my mother's used stockings and fantasize, then masturbate like crazy.

I remember it was Monday, December 17th. We came home from a meeting that evening and heard my mother arguing on the phone. She hung up as soon as she saw me. Later I found out her boyfriend had gambled and owed money, wanting to borrow some, but my mother refused, leading to the argument. They broke up the next day, the 18th.

That night, my mother and I talked for several hours. I kept trying to bring up sex, especially her past relationships and her sexual prowess, because I was looking at her stockinged feet. I even scolded her, but I pretended to say I was an adult and it was okay. I could last over 30 minutes, sometimes up to five times in one night, which embarrassed my mother, who scolded me for not taking care of myself. Seeing that she wasn't particularly offended, I blurted out all my fantasies about her—stealing her stockings and underwear, liking her feet. My mother got very angry, her expression was so fierce that I quickly shut up and told her it was just a joke.

That was the end of it that night. The next day, everything seemed normal, so I started testing her. I sent her explicit pictures on WeChat, then pretended to send them by mistake and couldn't retract them. My mom replied with a knocking emoji after a long time. Then, that night, she sent me a long WeChat message with a screenshot, essentially telling me to face myself, find a girlfriend properly, and not be so casual with her. I quickly apologized and didn't dare say anything more. She didn't reply after that. On

December 25th, the night of the party, I went to a bar with my colleagues and didn't get home until 11 pm. I drank a lot, and my mom kept reminding me on WeChat not to drink too much, but I didn't listen. When I got home, my mom was warming herself by the fire in the living room, talking on the phone with someone. Seeing that I wasn't quite sober, she hung up and helped me to the sofa. I was drunk, and my mom was sitting on her own bottom with one foot in a brown stocking. Looking at her toes with burgundy nail polish, I couldn't resist and shamelessly offered to massage her feet. My mom laughed at me for only thinking of being filial to her when I was drunk. She was about to take off her stocking, but I stopped her, saying it would be cold.

It was the first time I held my mother's beautiful feet in my hands. Looking at those sexy feet, I lost all resistance and instantly became incredibly hard, my trousers bulging. My mother, lying down, didn't see it, but she must have felt it, so she pulled her feet away. Just then, her phone rang again. When I answered, I heard a man's voice say, "Sister Ju, I was really wrong, don't be angry." My mother looked at me, a little embarrassed, and quickly ended the call. I was actually jealous and asked which boyfriend it was. My mother said it was the gambling guy, who kept harassing her. I said "Oh" unhappily. Then I said, "Mom, you actually look like a little girl now. Even I can't control myself when I see you, let alone others."

My mother said proudly, and of course,

I seized the opportunity, saying, "But no matter how good he is, he's not as good as my son. I don't believe he can last thirty minutes."

My mother was silent for a moment, then said to take care of herself and that she was going back to her room.

Seeing that my mother was unhappy, I stood up and hugged her feet. I almost lifted her up. Fueled by alcohol, I went crazy, talking about my fantasies about him, about her stockinged feet, and about not wanting her to have sex with other men.

My mother yelled at me, calling me crazy and telling me to let go. Not only did I not let go, but I also grabbed her feet and started smelling and licking them, biting and sucking on her toes. Soon, her stockings were completely soaked with my saliva.

Then my mother pinched me hard. This made me realize that rape isn't easy; the pinch hurt so much that it woke me up. I realized I had done something wrong, so I stopped and apologized to my mother.

My mother, with tears in her eyes, said she was sorry, that she wouldn't see other men again, and that I should find a girlfriend, get married, and have children, and not mess around.

Then she ran back to her room.

From that day until December 31st, we didn't talk much; it was very awkward, and it even killed my libido.

Then on the 31st, New Year's Eve, my mother and I both came home very late that night, having gone out with friends, drinking and having fun. As you might have guessed, I got home around 12:40 AM on the 1st, having drunk a lot. My mother came home even later, around 1 AM. I had just finished showering and was almost sober. My mother was brought home by an older man. He was quite tall, and I could tell he was still sexually active. I was really jealous when I saw him. I sent the man away, then went to the sofa, took off her shoes, and poured her a glass of water. My mother was wearing a coat, turtleneck sweater, trousers, and ankle boots, with sheer gray stockings. Her face was flushed from drinking, but she wasn't drunk. She was lying on the sofa, panting, her feet pointing towards me. This was a scene I'd fantasized about many times. Sitting next to her, I became increasingly aroused, so I asked my mother if she had slept with that old man. My mother scolded me for asking such a question. Emboldened by the alcohol, I called him a slut, saying he should sleep with someone as old as me, someone as young as me, someone who would make her unable to get out of bed.

My mother sat up, glanced at me, and prepared to go back to her room.

I quickly hugged her from behind. My mother was startled and tried to pull away, but I carried her to my room.

There are no particularly detailed parts... Anyway, I first took off my mother's pants and forced her to perform oral sex. The smell was really strong, so pungent.

But the taste stimulated me. At first, Mom screamed and grabbed me, trying to break free, but I ignored her. Finally, I licked her clitoris, licking it frantically and intently. Mom stopped resisting and stopped grabbing me; she just kept saying, "Oh my God, oh my God." When she finally climaxed, she held my head. I gave Mom oral sex before penetrating her, because oral sex really feels good. I also found it incredibly stimulating, consuming all of Mom's vaginal fluid and even licking her long-desired anus. Mom slept in my room until the next day. I calculated that I only did it twice before I was exhausted, but Mom seemed to enjoy it immensely, moaning loudly. Including my licking, she probably climaxed more than three times. Midway through, I imitated what I read in novels, stopping halfway through penetration and asking Mom what we were doing. Mom only fiercely said, "You beast, don't stop." I dared not move, so I continued. I also got my wish; that night, I licked all of Mom's beautiful feet.

It's been almost a month now, and I have sex with my mom several times a week. It's really intense when we're doing it. Although my mom is shy about moaning loudly, she still calls me a beast when she orgasms. My mom cooperates by letting me lick her feet, and she enjoys it; she finds it very comfortable. I asked her about it, and she said it feels even better when I suck on her toes. I'm also slowly exploring my mom's anus. When I lick her anus, she says it feels different.

Before we did it, I fantasized a lot, but now that we've actually done it, I can't write anything down. Attached are some secretly taken pictures of my mom's beautiful feet in stockings and screenshots of our chat from the 19th. I wonder if any brothers have had similar experiences? If so, feel free to message me.

I'll update irregularly; I'll write more when I have time.

[The End]

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