Cheating mother

My mother is cheating on me.

I scrolled through her phone, horrified, unable to believe it was true.

The sound of running water from the bathroom made my heart race; anger, resentment, fear—a mix of emotions nearly overwhelmed me.

“Tonight, the usual big hotel. Remember to dress sexy. [Lewd]”

“Okay! I know! I’m going to take a shower!”

“[Drooling]”

The person’s WeChat profile picture was a cool Porsche, and the emoji made me feel disgusted.

I tried to check the previous chat history, but found it had all been deleted.

Of course, a smart and beautiful woman like my mother wouldn’t leave a trace.

If I hadn’t noticed her unusual behavior earlier, I wouldn’t have discovered this message.

Thinking back to the past month, my mother would come home every afternoon, shower early, dress up carefully, and even start wearing light makeup. She would also come home late at night, often smelling strongly of alcohol.

I had actually noticed something was wrong and had been secretly checking her phone for several days, but only today did I discover this terrible truth.

Just as my mind was racing with thoughts, the bathroom door opened.

I discreetly placed my phone back where it was and instinctively looked back.

My mother was a beautiful woman; no one could deny that. She was a manager at a branch of a bank, had her own career, and was an independent woman.

I admit I was a little infatuated with my mother; in my eyes, she was the most beautiful woman in the world. And in my opinion, she was absolutely a beauty that everyone loved. She

was like that in her youth, and now, though past her prime, she had only gained more charm.

My mother was drying her wet hair with a towel, tilting her head to look at me.

I noticed two obvious nipples on her large breasts. I glanced at them casually, then moved my gaze up her snow-white neck until our eyes met.

My mother seemed unaware of my odd behavior and said softly, "I won't cook later. Your father won't be home for dinner tonight, and I have a business dinner. You'll have to find something to eat yourself."

I nodded silently. My father was a manager at a foreign trade company. Looking back now, he was truly a gentle man; I don't recall him ever losing his temper with me growing up. I hadn't noticed his good qualities before, but now, looking at my beautiful mother, I began to miss the warmth he had given me throughout my life, and I even felt sad for him.

"What's wrong? Why is your face as black as coal?" My mother smiled, puzzled, and sat down beside me, putting her arm around my shoulder.

A fragrance like orchids and musk wafted into my nostrils, and I felt the warmth of her body after her shower, and her soft skin.

"Were you bullied at school? You can tell Mom anything that's bothering you!" My mother asked worriedly when I didn't answer.

She tilted her head, staring into my eyes, as if trying to read something from them.

I pretended not to see, lowered my eyelids, subtly pushed her hand away, stood up, and said softly, "No, I'm going to take a shower. You can go ahead and do what you need to do!"

Without paying attention to my mother's surprised expression, I left.

The cold shower water didn't calm my emotions.

I slammed my fist hard on the tile, the pain in my hand and the grievance in my heart making me unable to hold back my tears.

I truly love my mother.

Not just the love of a son for his mother, but also the love of a lover for his lover.

I received more than one love letter at school, and accepted confessions from several girls, but I felt nothing for any of them. Simply because my heart belonged only to my mother.

But the woman I loved so much had fallen for someone else, completely disregarding the happy family she had, abandoning her husband who loved her just as much, and her son who couldn't live without her.

Just thinking about her being held in the arms of a strange older man, her alluring red lips being conquered by his tongue, then being pushed down by him, being violated by him, moaning and screaming passionately beneath him—all these images flashed through my mind, making me feel unbearable pain.

...

When I walked out of the bathroom, I deliberately went to my mother's room door, and sure enough, I saw my mother still putting on makeup. Looking at her tall, straight back and beautiful curves, my resentment and pain intensified. It wasn't

until my mother finished her makeup and saw me at the door that I snapped out of my daze and turned to leave.

"Wait, Mingzhi, is something you need to see me about?" My mother stood up and walked over, holding a pair of glasses. Only now did I notice that she was wearing a bright red long dress tonight, a luxurious gold necklace around her snow-white neck, and sparkling pearl earrings. She exuded a mature and elegant charm.

I watched as my mother slowly put on her glasses, remaining silent, unsure of what to say. With

her glasses on, my mother looked a little serious and reserved, but it didn't diminish her elegance at all; instead, it made her appear even more refined and intellectual.

"Mingzhi, are you really okay? Don't scare me. What happened?" My mother frowned, her voice filled with worry.

I forced a smile, trying to maintain my usual playful expression, but even I felt a bitter ache in it.

My mother's beautiful face deepened with worry, and she sighed softly, "It's all my fault. I've been so busy with work lately and haven't taken good care of you!"

Looking at her expression, I grinned and said, "Mom, don't mention it. I know you and Dad work very hard. I'm really fine! You really don't need to worry about me."

Suddenly, my mother's expression changed slightly, and she bit her red lips, saying, "That bastard of a father of yours, all he does is fool around with his bunch of good-for-nothing friends. I was blind to marry such a scoundrel!"

Hearing this, my heart skipped a beat, my smile froze, and I forced a laugh, "Hehe~ Mom doesn't want to either." "Well, Dad's very busy with work, and I'm all grown up now, I can take care of myself!"

Before Mom's expression could turn cold, I continued with a laugh, "Besides, you've been married for so many years, what's the use of regretting it now? You can't get a divorce, can you?"

I couldn't help but test Mom. After saying this, I was incredibly nervous. Mom pushed up her glasses and sneered, "Hmph! If you weren't so young, I would have divorced him long ago! When you grow up and can be independent, if he dares to upset me again, I'll divorce him. Hmph~"

With that, she turned and went back to her room, leaving me with a sexy back view.

Looking at that sexy red back, my heart turned as cold as frost. Countless thoughts flashed through my mind, and finally, I gritted my teeth and left.

...

I knew Mom would definitely come home drunk that night, just like before. A crazy plan began to form in my mind.

I left home directly, hastily ate dinner by the roadside, and then purposefully headed to a series of shady clinics.

I told the doctor I had a very important exam tomorrow, and I lied, saying I always have insomnia before exams and need some sedatives to help me sleep.

These shady clinic doctors cautiously sold me a small white sleeping pill.

I knew they wouldn't sell many at once, so I went to many different clinics.

Finally, I managed to buy five sleeping pills. It wasn't many, but it would definitely be enough for tonight.

Yes, I planned to get my revenge on that shameless woman—my mother.

…

Back home, I was restless with excitement, anxiously awaiting her arrival.

I knew Dad wouldn't be home tonight. For some reason, he'd become obsessed with deep-sea fishing for the past few years.

He and his friends would often go fishing at the beach all night, working tirelessly, completely absorbed in it.

Mom had long complained about him, and Dad was tanned as dark as dog poop. One of the storage rooms in the house was overflowing with his fishing gear.

I didn't comment on that; everyone has their own hobbies and interests, and besides, fishing is a healthy sport, isn't it?

…

I don't know how I waited until midnight. I only know that when I heard the door open, I started trembling with tension.

I pretended to be sleepy, opened the door, and saw that figure sitting on the living room sofa.

I walked over and, sure enough, smelled a strong stench of alcohol. A nameless anger rose within me.

My mother's face was flushed, her eyes were squinting, and her glasses were pressed against her forehead. When she saw me come out, she said weakly, "Mingzhi, aren't you asleep yet?"

"I... I was woken up by you, so I got up to check on things," I said, trying to sound calm.

My mother seemed really tired. She waved her hand and said, "You should rest early. Children shouldn't stay up late. I need to sleep too."

I took the opportunity to walk up to her, wrinkled my nose and sniffed. A faint, intoxicating scent of women mixed with the smell of alcohol wafted through me, but I pretended to be annoyed and asked, "Mom, what's wrong with you these past few days? Why are you drinking so much?"

My mother impatiently tried to shoo me away, muttering, "Why do you, a child, care so much?"

Watching my mother sway her sexy body, I went to the kitchen and got out the hangover soup I had prepared beforehand.

I took the bowl of hangover soup to my mother and pretended to be angry, saying, "Shouldn't I be concerned about you? You'll be relying on me to take care of you in your old age, won't you? Can't I say a few words to you beforehand?"

My mother chuckled and gave me a charmingly sullen look. Seeing the bowl of hangover soup in my hand, she exclaimed in surprise, "When did my son become so considerate?"

Without suspecting anything, she took the bowl, took a small sip, and immediately stuck out her tongue, exclaiming, "What is this? Why is it so bitter?"

My face turned a little pale, and I stammered, "It's ginger soup, it's good for hangovers."

"How can ginger soup be so bitter? Did you put something else in it?" My mother's beautiful face turned slightly bitter as she looked at me suspiciously.

I started to get nervous, worried that I would give myself away, and quickly said, "Maybe it's normal for ginger soup to be a little bitter!"

My mother took another sip, still somewhat doubtful, and then shoved the bowl back at me, saying with disgust, "What kind of awful ginger soup is this? Take it away, it's so bitter!"

I lowered my head and quickly took the ginger soup to pour away, feeling full of regret.

In the living room, Mom stood up, wearily walked into the bathroom, and said loudly, "Mingzhi, get some rest, don't stay up late. I'm going to take a shower and then go to sleep."

I looked at the undressed figure in the bathroom glass; her curvaceous body aroused a burning desire within me.

Seeing that my plan seemed to have failed, I returned to my room dejectedly.

...

I don't know how much time passed, but I tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep. Thinking of Mom's hot body and alluring breasts, I still couldn't control the beast within me.

I crept out of bed in the dark. I tiptoed to Mom's room, gently opened the door, and saw a dim nightlight. I saw a dark shadow protruding from the large bed and slowly approached.

I knelt beside Mom, seeing her long eyelashes and hearing soft snoring; she was sleeping soundly. I felt the warm carbon dioxide exhaling from my mother's slightly parted mouth, and smelled a unique, sweet fragrance that sent shivers down my spine—the scent of female hormones unique to women, the signal of mating that the Creator bestowed upon most animals.

It was the first time I'd looked at my mother so closely; she was so beautiful and alluring. I felt not only primal urges, but also a deep sense of satisfaction and happiness.

Perhaps, on countless nights, my mother had gazed at me with the same tenderness as I did as I slept.

I had initially thought I would feel anger, resentment, blame, or hatred towards my mother. But now, I realized I had no right to do so.

Watching my mother's chest rise and fall gently with her soft breathing, watching her large breasts droop like they were falling from her back, I couldn't help but gently place my hands on those warm, inviting mounds. I then noticed that my mother wasn't wearing a bra; there was a pointed nipple in the center of her breast—so soft, so large—that was my immediate impression.

Just touching those magnificent breasts made my penis throb painfully, so I had to pry them open with my hands.

My mother didn't react at all, and my courage grew.

Through the silk nightgown, I gently pinched my mother's nipples, slowly feeling the source of my life from childhood.

I became incredibly excited, gently unbuttoning my mother's blouse.

One,

two,

three

…

until the fourth button was undone, I finally saw, in the dim light, the snow-white skin I had longed for.

I slid my hand down her smooth skin to her breasts, my hands touching cool, soft flesh, until I finally grasped the most beautiful cotton candy in the world!

"Ah~~"

I couldn't help but moan silently, as if touching a priceless Persian blanket, careful not to be too rough, not careless, gently caressing her.

I placed both hands on my mother's breasts, gently caressing every soft spot, gradually increasing the pressure, shaping the two mounds in my hands, the snow-white flesh sinking between my fingers.

"Mmm~" My mother suddenly made a sound, her eyebrows seeming to furrow.

I was startled and quickly let go, not daring to be too presumptuous!

After a while, seeing that my mother showed no signs of waking up, I secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

After the initial shock, I didn't back down. Instead, I breathed heavily, bent down, and slowly took the erect nipple into my mouth.

My mother's nipple became very large in my mouth, and I couldn't help but lick the areola around the nipple with my tongue, licking the rough pores, the tip of my tongue pressing against the tip of the nipple, trying to find the small opening from which milk would flow!

I can't describe my feelings at that moment; there was excitement, satisfaction, and more.

I felt warm currents flowing through my body, my penis hardening below my navel.

I suckled on both of my mother's nipples until her large breasts were covered in saliva, and her snoring seemed to grow heavier.

I looked up along her thin collarbone, and her pretty face was so close to my lips.

I couldn't resist gently kissing her sexy red lips, my tongue licking her teeth, but I didn't dare go deeper, afraid of waking this sleeping beauty, only kissing her lips again and again.

My mother's head turned slightly a few times, and I didn't dare go too far, reluctantly leaving those two soft mounds, getting up and lifting the blanket, revealing her short nightgown.

People often become bolder in the darkness.

Before today, I never imagined I could be so ruthless and audacious!

I felt my breathing become heavy, and my hands trembled as I lifted the hem of my mother's skirt, revealing her mysterious burgundy panties!

My mother's breathing remained steady and even, and the alluring fragrance emanating from her body intoxicated me.

Gently pulling up my mother's panties, the thick black pubic hair made me feel as if I was about to suffocate.

I subconsciously reached into that oily black forest, feeling the strange sensation in my hand, and gradually touched a soft area with a deep crevice in the middle, indescribably wonderful.

The tent that had formed in my lower body couldn't help but rub against the sheets a few times, and waves of electric pleasure ran through my body.

I quickly took off all my clothes, revealing my thick, long penis, straddled my mother, and pulled down her panties.

In the dim light, I could still see the crevice in the middle of my mother's vulva, which seemed to hide a mysterious paradise!

I couldn't hold back anymore!! A surge of intense lust made my back feel tense!

Blindly, I gripped my penis and rubbed it against my mother's vulva.

Unlike what I'd seen in porn, I couldn't find that mysterious entrance. My mother's legs were still closed, and I dared not move too much. For a moment, I could only search for my paradise within this confined space!

I began to thrust upwards forcefully, the soft touch on my glans making me feel so good I was about to ejaculate, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't reach it.

Like a balloon about to burst, I held back again and again at this critical point, afraid of ejaculating immediately.

How could a novice like me endure this sense of transgression, this thrill, and this primal pleasure?

I felt a current coursing through my body, finally converging below my navel, and streams of hot semen shot out onto my mother's inner thighs… “Ahhh…” I couldn't help but groan, the sound not loud, but it seemed extremely jarring in this room where you could hear a pin drop.

Suddenly, my mother's body stirred beneath me; she had slowly woken up. In the darkness, she seemed to open her eyes, blinking with a confused expression.

At that moment, I felt stiff all over, my hands and feet ice-cold, completely devoid of the pleasure of my recent climax.

"You actually came back? Humph~" My mother pouted and muttered, then closed her eyes again, saying nothing more.

Looking at my mother's face, now calm and sweet, I had a fleeting thought that it was all a hallucination, but my reason quickly dismissed it.

My mother had mistaken me for someone else. Indeed, my father and I are similar in build, and it's easy for her to mistake someone for someone else.

Besides, my mother is severely nearsighted and always wears thick glasses. With the room so dimly lit, it's perfectly normal for her to mistake someone for someone else!

I immediately understood this, gradually relaxing and remaining motionless in that position.

Seeing the mess on my mother's inner thighs, I guiltily grabbed a tissue from the bedside table and gently wiped them clean. I carefully straightened her clothes, as if walking on thin ice, and cautiously left her room.

[The End]

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