I am a mama's boy

I'm a mama's boy. My parents divorced when I was young, and my mother was extremely concerned about my affairs. She had no one else for the rest of her life but me. Back then, I felt like a puppet, and she was my strings. I was very dissatisfied. In college, I made more friends and met a girl I really liked. She didn't like my mama's boy nature, so I changed for her. In the end, I realized I had nothing, and my relationship with my mother was terrible. I regretted it, but there's no going back.

During that time, I was very depressed, spending my days online, drinking, and watching porn. I learned about incest, mother-son incest, and discovered how beautiful my mother was.

When I heard that my mother was going to remarry, I thought maybe this was karma? That night, I got very drunk. On my way home, a large truck came from the opposite direction, and I couldn't avoid it… “He'er, wake up.”

It was my mother in front of me. She had thin eyebrows, a round face, and particularly full lips that made you want to kiss her.

“Mom, is that you?” I couldn't help but hug my mother tightly. Her body was so soft. There was a faint smell of soap.

"Silly child, get up now. You're late." Mom pushed her child away. Although it was a little strange, she didn't think much of it. In her heart, it was only natural for her son to be close to her.

When I sorted out my thoughts, I realized that I had returned to my senior year of high school. In my previous life, I had been somewhat resentful of my mother's meticulous care during this period. My grades were quite good, and when choosing a university, I deliberately chose Peking University instead of Fudan University, which was a bit rebellious and I wanted to leave my mother. But I didn't expect that my mother would still be by my side. Perhaps I disliked my mother a little back then.

But now it's different. Only after completely breaking away from my mother in my previous life did I realize that I had a mother complex. Now I must cherish it and make sure my mother doesn't leave me.

My mom is 37 years old this year. She gave birth to me when she was 18 and has always been a housewife. She proposed to my dad in high school, and then I was born. My dad's business grew bigger and bigger, and he had more and more social engagements. My mom, on the other hand, suffers from the common problems of housewives: overthinking, childishness, and immaturity. At first, it was fine, and I could accept and tolerate it. But five years have passed, and my mom is still just as childish.

My dad, however, has a broader perspective and more social life, and he can't accept my mom's constant checking up on him or her childishness. After more than a year of this, my mom, being clever, hired a private investigator to get evidence of my dad's infidelity, then went to court. My dad got half of his assets. The court ultimately awarded custody to my mom.

My mom has been a housewife for many years, but she's very smart. She liquidated all the assets and bought a 25-story building, living off the rent. Although she can't maximize profits, at least she can make a steady income, ensuring that my mom and I are financially secure.

My mom, who stays home a lot, has incredibly fair and smooth skin, looking like an 18-year-old. She regularly does various skincare and fitness routines. My mom is in her late twenties, so I need to start exercising; otherwise, how can I satisfy her?

After all, I've been studying a lot and haven't had much time to exercise. It's normal for my mom to like me, but it's usually limited to our mother-son relationship. Maybe we'll get a little closer, but to go beyond that, I need some techniques and strategies.

What does my mom like? Hmm… I'm a bit stumped. I don't seem to know. I've decided to observe her for a while and find out her hobbies.

Loving beauty is every woman's nature, and my mom is no exception. She does aerobics every day and goes to the beauty salon regularly. But based on my years of reading erotic novels like "Mom's Skincare Lotion," that probably won't work either. My mom may lack experience, but she's definitely not stupid; following those methods won't work. Date

rape and hypnosis are out of the question. Sleeping pills are strictly controlled, and as a good girl, I don't have any friends who sell date rape drugs, and I wouldn't dare buy them outside. So, those two paths are out.

The surveillance footage was an option, so I immediately checked Taobao on my phone. Nothing was there, and even if it were, it wouldn't be suitable—it would be too large and easily visible, rendering it useless. It seems I can only proceed step by step. According to my plan, I need to change myself first. Women all want to be pampered, and I believe my mother is no exception.

The first step is to praise my mother, like a lover. Being her son makes this easier for me. I need to get her used to my presence, accompany her shopping, and make her accustomed to me, and even make her like me—not just a simple mother-son affection, but something deeper and more profound.

After dinner, I rushed to wash the dishes. "Mom, wait for me." "No need, just focus on your studies."

I quickly helped. "Mom, look at my grades, they've never been bad. I was immature before, but now I feel I've grown up and want to help you out."

"I didn't expect He'er to be so sensible. Then it's up to you." My mother thought about it and agreed; her son's grades had never caused her any worry.

"Okay," I said obediently. I watched greedily as my mother left. It was always just the two of us at home; she rarely went out. At home, she wore very little, usually just a nightgown or pajamas, all very conservative in style. Although you couldn't see much, you could still discern her shapely figure.

After washing the dishes, I went back to my room. There was no way I would read a book; after my rebirth, I discovered my memory was exceptionally good, and I had completely memorized the knowledge points during class.

My mother watched TV for a while, then went to the treadmill and ran for half an hour. Then she took out her yoga mat and did yoga for half an hour, did some housework, took a shower, and then continued watching her drama. While my mother was showering, I went to the bathroom. Novels are all lies; my mother had already washed and hung her underwear to dry.

Around 10 PM, my mother was about to go to sleep. She would come over and call me to bed. At this moment, I felt a pang of resentment towards my good grades. If only my mother would help me with my homework, perhaps that would be a better way to seduce her?

I thought about it all night. I'm a senior in high school now, and no matter what, Mom definitely won't let me be distracted during this time. Tempting Mom during this period would be unwise. Although I could lower my grades to threaten her, and then raise them back up after succeeding, the drawback is that my relationship with Mom might become cold afterward. Mom's personality is stubborn, gentle on the outside but strong on the inside. Better safe than sorry.

The next day, after breakfast, I washed the dishes and said, "Mom, let's go for a walk." "Oh, go out? Have you finished your homework?" Mom was a little surprised. This child never goes for walks; she's always such a bookworm.

"Mom, don't you trust me? I won't say I'll get a perfect score, but getting into Tsinghua or Peking University is no problem." "Okay then, I'll change my clothes."

"Okay." I waited for more than ten minutes. Usually, I would have been impatiently urging Mom to hurry up, like I was completing a task.

I stared at Mom. Her porcelain-white skin paired with a floral dress and light makeup made her very beautiful.

"What's wrong? Is there something on me?" Mom asked curiously. What's wrong with my son today? Was I too slow?

"Ah, no, Mom, you look so beautiful."

"Really?" Mom walked to the mirror. "No, you're just like usual." I walked to Mom's side. "Look, Mom, when we go outside, people think we're siblings." "You little rascal, you've got a sweet tongue."

...

There's a garden next to our apartment complex, so we decided to take a walk there. There were people jogging, dancing, and walking their dogs.

"Mom, what school do you think I should apply to?" I made conversation. In my past life, Mom wanted me to go to Fudan University, but I insisted on going to Tsinghua.

"He'er, there's no exam yet, what are you thinking about? Don't be arrogant, even though your grades have always been good." "Mom, other people get 100 points because of their ability, but I get 100 points because 100 is the maximum score. You know the difference." I was confident. I had this ability even before I was reborn, and now that I'm reborn, it's even more so.

"Hehe..." Mom agreed. Her son was consistently among the top three in the city every year, so she never had to worry about him. She ruffled his hair. "Even though you're confident, you can't be careless, you know?" Her son had grown up and even cared for his mother. Most importantly, he was still so obedient. Had the usually quiet boy become so caring? Was he in love? No, although He'er was a good student, love could ruin a person. Thinking of this, Mom couldn't stay calm. "He'er, are you in love?"

"Huh?" He was about to deny it, but then changed his mind, saying, "Someone likes me. She often slips notes into my drawer." Wasn't this a good opportunity to let Mom know I liked her?

Mom was a little stern. "He'er, didn't I tell you? No dating in high school." "Huh!?" I said innocently, "I didn't date anyone. They passed me notes, but they didn't say I liked them, and they're not pretty."

Mom relaxed. "You brat, how do you know if they're pretty or not?" "They're not as pretty as you, of course they're not pretty." After I finished speaking, I quickly looked at Mom's reaction. My bright eyes narrowed into crescent moons, as gentle as a spring breeze.

"You brat, you're just trying to fool your mother again."

"No, I promise, you're really pretty. With a little makeup, people will think we're a couple." I stole glances at Mom, watching her reaction. "With a little more elaborate makeup, you'll be prettier than Fan Bingbing." "Go away, why are you so cheeky?"

"Really, I can promise you."

...

After-dinner walks were our standard activity, mainly to quickly warm up my relationship with Mom and make us closer.

Shopping and going to the movies were rejected because they would affect my studies, but judging from Mom's expression, she was actually quite interested. I won't force it; only the results will be convincing. The mock exams are in a few days. That will be the best proof.

Barring any unforeseen circumstances, I'll get full marks in most subjects, except for the Chinese composition. When I told my mom the news, she was very happy, and shopping and going to the movies were immediately on the agenda.

Women deserve praise. After this period of "brainwashing," I've slowly changed my mom's perspective. She's embracing a sophisticated woman's style. Before, nobody noticed, but now that I, her man, appreciate it, her innate love of beauty is overflowing.

Today, I deliberately dressed more maturely and even got a round haircut, making me look much more sophisticated. My mom, on the other hand, was dressed very elegantly, her face painted with a trendy "internet celebrity" makeup—I don't know where she learned it—her ever-present canvas shoes were replaced with red 5cm high heels, and a black semi-transparent lace mini-dress perfectly showcased her long, slender, and fair legs.

"Mom, you're so beautiful. When we go out together, we don't even look like mother and son; we look like husband and wife," I couldn't help but praise.

"Go away, stop being so cheeky," my mom said, looking at herself in disbelief. "Is this really me?" The reflection in the mirror showed me as so young and beautiful, just like when I was 18… Besides myself, there was also my son in the mirror. He had grown up, so mature, from such a small child to now, still so handsome. Suddenly, I felt a flutter in my heart.

Mom was very grateful for the changes her son had brought to her, especially for helping her rediscover her youthful feeling, as if she wasn't old yet. And there was even a hint of romance. Ah, what am I thinking? This is my son…

At Macy's, Mom and I walked into a brand-name store. A salesperson greeted us, “Sir, Madam, this way please. Your wife is very beautiful, and your husband is very handsome.”

My heart leaped with joy. Seeing that Mom was about to object, I quickly said, “Yes, we need to choose some clothes. Please take us there.”

Mom didn't object to my response; for some reason, she seemed rather happy. I'm quite confident in my figure. As a housewife, I have so much time on my hands, and I don't want to waste it. Long hours of exercise have sculpted my body quite successfully…

After shopping for half an hour, I was carrying many bags. I noticed my mother was walking a little unsteadily. "Mom, are your feet hurting?"

"Yes." My mother frowned. Not wearing high heels for so long, even just half an hour had made her feet tired and sore, especially her ankles. "You probably haven't tried wearing high heels and walking this far before." "There's a chair over there, let's rest for a bit."

I helped my mother sit down on the chair, then walked over to her and took off her high heels. "Mom, let me massage your feet and see if they're red from the pressure." My mother's feet were very delicate and white, with some red marks around her ankles, probably a reaction to not being used to wearing high heels.

"Mom, your feet are all red and a little swollen. You're not used to wearing high heels. Are your feet tired? Let me massage them for you."

I greedily took off my high heels, getting a close look at my mother's delicate feet for the first time. They were small and clean, tender and white, except for a noticeable red mark.

I carefully took her feet in my hands, gently massaging them. Her small feet were very soft and felt comfortable to touch. Although the distance was a bit far, there was no odor…

My mother hadn't expected her son to massage her feet. It felt strange; her son's hands seemed to have magic. Her heart pounded after not seeing him for so long, and she felt her face starting to heat up… What shamed her was that a warm, moist flow slowly came out from her private parts!

Oh my god, what's wrong with me? Watching my son carefully massaging my feet, without any disgust, so earnestly, I unconsciously froze. Images of my son filled my mind. The changes in him over the past few months flashed through my mind like a movie. Did my son like me?

My mother isn't stupid. She hadn't thought about it much before, but a woman's intuition is always right. Her son's eyes weren't looking at his mother; they were looking at another woman. Thinking back on those little things, she felt a mix of secret joy, helplessness, and mostly, attraction. Moral pressure and incestuous thoughts kept surfacing in her mind, struggling within her… "Mom, how about we go buy some shoes?" I looked up. My mother's legs were together; she didn't see anything, but she seemed lost in thought. What was she thinking about?

"Huh?!" My mother snapped out of her reverie and said, "No need, I'll rest for a bit." "Okay, I'll carry you. You walk with a limp. Wearing heels might cause your skin to peel." Knowing her son's thoughts, she usually wouldn't hesitate. This was the third floor; the shoe store was on the fifth floor, and she didn't want to go up there. "Alright." She could actually walk, but seeing her son like this, she didn't want to walk anymore. Perhaps her son was her strong support. "If you can't manage, just tell Mom. It's only a short walk."

"It's okay, Mom. You have to trust your son." I carried my mother on my back, her soft breasts pressing against my back, a tingling, numb sensation...

When we got home, watching my son bustling around, even bringing me hot water to wash my feet, I was deeply moved. I'm already 37; I've dedicated the best years of my life to my son. My son will grow up and get married, and the thought of another woman taking him away fills me with heartache and reluctance.

[The End]

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