Use a vibrating egg to make mom squirt.

My first stop was the market. I bought some of my mom's favorite foods to cook her a big meal when we got home. Then I also bought some ingredients to help her recover and nourish her body, since we've both been a bit tired these past few days.
Seriously, those aunties at the market were something else! I bought a huge pile of groceries, and they haggled over a few cents for over an hour. I mean, aunties, where can't you earn a few dollars in an hour? Or do you get pleasure from haggling? I just don't understand.
The way to a man's heart is through his stomach. But the same applies to a woman. Today, I'm going to use this meal to further win my mom's heart. Of course, this is just the first step. My plan today is to further train my mother's anus. Thinking back to when I trained her anus, it was truly a pleasurable experience. I've already performed enemas and anal sex on her, and even made her defecate in front of me. However, these are still a bit rudimentary. Of course, I don't want to use those overly horrifying techniques from those Japanese adult films. True masters are good at making basic moves into advanced styles, and of course, they need the assistance of some props. And that prop is my next target.
"Damn, so expensive." Looking at the price tag on the adult store, I couldn't help but want to curse the shopkeeper's ancestors. I just said those old ladies were stingy and miserly, but it seems I'm not so great myself. What am I buying? The answer is an anal plug, the star of tonight. I will use it to ravage my lovely and beautiful mother, further open her heart, and make her even more subservient to me.
After finally getting everything sorted out, I embarked on my journey home, happily planning my evening. Meanwhile, in the building across the street, a pair of eyes were watching my every move. Beside them was a professional telescope; it seemed this person had thoroughly spied on my privacy. I noticed many baby toys in the apartment, and the owner was a beautiful young woman, heavily pregnant—none other than Chen Jie. Chen Jie suddenly frowned, then stroked her belly, chiding, "Good son, you're so eager to see your mother? Don't rush, Mom's waiting for you." Then she turned her gaze to the window, smiling wistfully, "Xiao Feng, my Xiao Feng, you and your son are so happy, so enviable! When will I be as happy as you? Soon, very soon..." I was completely oblivious to the spying gaze, my mind solely focused on how to discipline my mother tonight. Looking back, it really did feel a bit like a spy movie.
When I got home, Mom was still asleep, which suited me perfectly. I took out the groceries I'd just bought and, relying on my hard-earned cooking skills, prepared three dishes and a soup—all nourishing and good for the pregnancy. This was the key to breaking down Mom
's defenses tonight, so I couldn't be careless. Then I went into my room and found a large box under my bed. It was full of the sex toys I'd used to "train" Mom: vibrators, dildos, chastity belts—you name it. But they weren't the main attraction tonight. After some effort, I finally found a small bucket containing a colorless liquid—an enema solution.
I still vividly remember the embarrassing sight of Mom relieving herself in front of me after I gave her an enema under Zhang Feng's name. But doing it as Zhang Feng always felt a little less exciting. The psychological and shameful pressure on Mom was nothing compared to the pressure from her own son. Although I gave my mother enemas several times after we moved to our new home, she always begged me for various reasons not to watch her urinate. I never pressured her, partly because I was afraid it would backfire, and partly because I wanted to find a better way to get her to willingly give in to me, or at least urinate in front of me when she had no choice, which would be more effective.
While getting the enema solution, I also took out a special wireless vibrator I'd bought online, as a pre-enema foreplay. This vibrator's intensity is up to five times that of a regular vibrator; no woman could withstand such intense stimulation. Then I went into the bedroom and saw my mother still fast asleep.
Pregnant women are often lethargic and sleepy. I left home around 8 a.m., and even after I'd finished all the preparations, my mother still hadn't woken up. I figured the food would get cold if I waited any longer, so I had to wake her.
"Mom, wake up, the sun's already high in the sky." Mom lazily woke up and saw a familiar face. "Son, what time is it? I've been asleep for a while." I grinned mischievously, "It's already noon, and I'm so hungry." "Oh dear, Mom slept for so long, I'll go make dinner now." With that, Mom struggled to get up and prepared to cook for me.
"Mom, have you forgotten? I can cook too."
"Come on, what good stuff could you possibly make?" Mom said as she walked out of the bedroom, and then, sure enough, I saw the expression I expected.
Mom looked at the sumptuous meal in front of her in surprise, covered her mouth in astonishment, and then smiled at me, saying, "Not bad, I didn't know you had such a talent. I just don't know how it tastes." "Well, you'll know once you try it." I said, pulling out a chair for Mom, then serving her soup and getting her bowls and chopsticks. Mom was deeply touched by my thoughtful gestures. Actually, women don't need grand, dramatic romances. Just a few warm, small gestures in the ordinary course of life are enough to make them feel at home. It's just that some chauvinistic men don't understand this.
During this meal, I didn't engage in my usual disruptive behavior. We ate like an ordinary mother and son, which gave me a fleeting illusion that we were back in our happy, loving family. But the next second, I made up my mind, because we could never go back. I couldn't live without my mother, and she couldn't live without me. We were only going further and further down this shameful path of incest.
After the warm lunch, I felt something different in my mother's eyes—a mixture of gratitude and love. It seemed my efforts today hadn't been in vain. In her eyes, I had grown from a cute son into a man she could rely on, even though he was still young. She could never leave this little man.
After finishing the meal, I took the initiative to clear the dishes, and then I watched TV with my mother. However, the taste of the TV programs these days is truly appalling. They're either mindless romance dramas for young women, with guys who are completely out of touch with reality talking about nonsensical love affairs, or constant battles between mothers-in-law and daughters-in-law, a never-ending cycle that leaves you utterly bewildered. The few decent programs that do appear are either deemed inappropriate by the government and banned, or they lose money because viewers don't like them. If you ask me, the vast majority of the blame for the terrible state of television today lies with the audience—they have absolutely no taste. However, my mother is quite tasteful; at least she doesn't care for those low-quality domestic dramas. My mother and I both have a nostalgic streak and often watch old domestic movies and dramas, to the point that we jokingly call each other "Old Antique" and "Little Antique."
After watching TV for a while, it was time for Mom's exercise again. Today, as usual, she was doing prenatal exercises. This is always my happiest time because I can see Mom's body, which exudes maternal charm, and it makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. But today, Mom seemed to be deliberately seducing me, making some sexually suggestive movements. She would sway her very large and alluring belly towards me from time to time, and she would also touch her breasts, which had increased several cup sizes. If she weren't my mother, I would really think I was watching a nightclub girl performing a striptease for me.
Naturally, I wasn't going to let this pile of beautiful flesh go to waste. I rushed up behind my mother, grabbed her, and started groping her all over, panting as I said, "Mom, you seem so lewd today." My mother deliberately slapped my hand away, saying, "You brat, don't talk about your mother like that. Go play by yourself, Mom has to go exercise." "Nonsense, Mom, you're clearly seducing me, deliberately making such lewd moves to tempt me into making a mistake." I kneaded my mother's buttocks hard, feeling the heat between her thighs and the slippery fluid flowing between her legs. Then I continued, "Mom, your body isn't as hypocritical as you are. You're such a naughty mother." "Yes, Mom is naughty, please punish me, son." My mother said, her mind filled with lust, as she prepared to lift her skirt to receive my erotic punishment.
However, I resisted the urge to punish my mother. If I satisfied her now, my plan to further possess her would fail. So I took out the vibrator I had taken with the enema solution and inserted it into her vagina.
"Mom, my punishment isn't so simple. You have to accept it seriously. Now, let's go outside and get some fresh air." My mother felt me insert the vibrator into her vagina and heard my request. She knew I wanted to embarrass her in broad daylight. But after some sweet talk, she accepted my request. Although we had played this game many times before, and my mother had even worn a chastity belt for a whole week, I didn't know if she could complete this level of challenge as a heavily pregnant woman. But it didn't matter. I would stay by her side the whole time. If anything happened, I could help her directly. I didn't want others to know that this seemingly gentle young woman was actually a slut. That would be a huge problem.
As evening approached, the sweltering heat finally cooled down a bit. Along the tree-lined path in my neighborhood, a group of elderly men and women, unaccustomed to air conditioning, had already come out to escape the heat. Of course, this was also the start of the neighborhood's gossip session. If someone were to listen closely, they might overhear many seemingly fabricated but actually true stories: Old Li's child getting first place again, Old Wang's wife having an affair, Old Niu's mother-in-law and daughter-in-law having a falling out. Of course, these are all minor secrets, and knowing them isn't a big deal. The key is that, often, as the conversation gets deeper, these people start to reveal some truly shameful secrets. Their standard action at this point is to lower their voices as much as possible and lean in as close as possible. The content often revolves around who's having an affair with their father-in-law and daughter-in-law, or whose sister-in-law and brother-in-law are not getting along. And often, eight out of ten of these topics are actually true. It's truly astonishing; give me five Chinese aunties and I could beat Sherlock Holmes.
As a new resident, I naturally wouldn't have much interaction with these middle-aged women. Of course, I didn't want to; after all, they're all shrewd people, and it would be terrible if they found out about my mother and me.
My pregnant mother, supporting me, strolled step by step through the neighborhood. To outsiders, it was such a beautiful scene—a loving mother and son, a new addition to the family. Even the middle-aged women in the distance were praising us, constantly watching and smiling at us. Perhaps they would say, "Oh, what a filial son, accompanying his mother for a walk. I'll marry my daughter to him someday." Of course, that's pure fantasy. They would never imagine that this seemingly idyllic mother and son were secretly engaged in an incestuous affair, and that the child in her womb was the product of their incestuous love.
Suddenly, Mom, who had been walking steadily, stumbled and almost lost her balance. I quickly grabbed her arm and asked with concern, "Mom, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" Mom glared at me fiercely, "You brat, you know perfectly well what you're doing to your mother! How dare you do this in public? Aren't you afraid of being seen?" "Mom, those aunties are so far away, how could they see? Even if they did, they'd just think you were moving again. Come on, Mom, let your son support you." With that, I held Mom's arm even tighter, while secretly increasing the vibration frequency.
"Ugh... good son, don't do this, Mom can't take it anymore." At this point, Mom was clearly unable to withstand such intense stimulation. She almost leaned against me, her legs were even weaker, her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes were glazed. Anyone could see that Mom was aroused.
I deliberately pointed to a chair in the distance and said, "Mom, let's go sit down." Actually, there was a small chair nearby, but it was in a more secluded spot. At this point, Mom was completely at my mercy, enduring the burning pleasure in her vagina. Every step was extremely challenging, and she kept begging me to reduce the intensity of the vibration. But how could I agree? I kept encouraging her to walk faster while occasionally increasing the frequency of the vibration. At this moment, Mom was like an ancient beauty, swaying with every step, exuding charm. With our joint "efforts," Mom was finally able to sit down on the chair.
At that moment, I secretly touched between my mother's legs, my hand covered in sticky, lustful fluid. I chuckled, "Mom, it seems you really want it. Your little mouth down there is already dripping so much saliva." Hearing this, my mother's already flushed face turned even redder, and she said shyly, "Good son, please forgive your mother. It's not dark yet, and if this continues, I'll make a huge fool of myself." "Okay, Mom, I'll turn off the vibrator as soon as we get to the stairs, okay?" My mother knew I had ulterior motives, but once we reached the stairwell, there would be no one around, and she wouldn't have to worry about being discovered. So she struggled to her feet and tried her best to walk towards the stairwell.
The distance of a mere few dozen meters felt like hundreds of steps. My mother took one step, then stopped, struggling forward. Just when she thought she had finally reached the end, I suddenly increased the intensity of the vibrator.
By this time, Mom had clearly reached her limit. She was trembling uncontrollably, unable to take another step, only able to shuffle forward in tiny inching motions. She kept pleading with me to turn off the vibrator. But how could I bear to tease my adorable mother like this? I pretended to increase the intensity, and Mom was too weak to argue with me. Almost entirely supported and dragged by me, we finally reached the stairwell.
"The nightmare is finally over," Mom thought. Unfortunately, I'm the kind of person who breaks promises. I unleashed my final trump card, turning the vibration up to maximum.
Unable to resist, my mother pleaded with me, "Good son, no, Mom can't take it, ah—, I need to pee, no, please stop!" How could I stop at this point? Looking at the alluring female body holding onto the stairs, her buttocks facing me, how could I resist? I reached my hand between my mother's legs, gently stimulating her clitoris through her underwear, and kept kissing her earlobe, saying, "Mom, it's okay, just pee, there's no one around anyway, it'll be fine once it's out." My mother was clearly on the verge of incontinence. After my continued stimulation, I heard my mother moan softly, "Ah—" My mother trembled all over, and then a gush of fluid gushed out from her lower body, soaking her thighs through her underwear. No matter how hard she tried to control herself, she couldn't stop. My mother finally completed her first public urination, and the entire hallway was instantly filled with an atmosphere of lewdness.
After urinating, Mom was clearly dazed. But this stairwell was no place to linger; it wouldn't be good if someone bumped into her. So I carried her horizontally and headed home. As for that puddle of urine, let's just assume it was some kid's handiwork; nobody would know anyway.
[The End]

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