A strong mother

"Phew, thank goodness, these grades aren't too bad for embarrassing Mom."

Sitting in front of the computer at a luxurious professional computer desk and chair, I looked at the screen and let out a long sigh of relief.

My name is Gao Jian, and I'm a recent high school graduate. I was nervously checking my grades, and of course, the moment I saw them, my tense heart instantly relaxed.

I pressed a button on the chair, and the monitor tilted slightly forward. Then, a robotic arm handed me a bottle of cola. I popped it open and took a refreshing sip.

"Awesome!"

I casually put the cola aside, turned the monitor back to face me, and finally, I could play games without worry.

If anyone saw me now, they would definitely shout "Rich guy!" I'm not much of a hypocrite; my living conditions are indeed very good, but the professional computer equipment I'm using costs as much as some families' cars.

All of this is thanks to my mother. My mother's name is Su Ningxue, and she is currently the president of a very large listed company with luxurious office centers in multiple countries and numerous branches in various industries.

These reasons contributed to my exceptionally privileged upbringing. I never lacked money growing up; I could basically buy whatever I wanted, making my classmates envious.

My mother's current success is the result of a combination of opportunities, hard work, luck, and perseverance—a series of factors, all fueled by a combination of struggle and good fortune—building this miraculous business empire.

It's said that before I was born, she started her business in stationery. She gradually expanded, especially after I was born, diversifying from stationery to the entire children's industry, and then, with capital, to technology and other sectors. This continuous expansion has

led to her incredible success.

However, as a CEO, my mother is extremely busy. To compensate for the time she can't spend with me, she's very generous with my allowance. She only has one condition: I mustn't touch anything that could harm my health—in other words, certain things that are considered "bottom lines." Otherwise, I can spend the money as I please.

As a result, I lacked nothing growing up and lived a relatively happy life.

"Relatively happy" means I never had to worry about money. Even someone as wasteful as me, constantly buying expensive electronic gadgets I like, has enough money in my family to last me decades. But on the other hand, it means I have a much stricter upbringing.

Many people think the life of a rich kid is all about indulging in pleasure and entertainment, without a care in the world. Even my classmates often say to my face that they think I'm just a spoiled brat and don't need to study.

But that's not true. My mother is extremely strict about my education. As someone who built her fortune from scratch, she understands the importance of education. So, in addition to school courses, she arranged a lot of other classes for me.

These included etiquette classes to train my speech and manners, a personal trainer for physical exercise, and supplementary academic classes—basically, she meticulously planned every aspect of my life.

Many wealthy people pay close attention to their children's upbringing; after all, no one wants their children to become useless.

In my family, my mother is definitely the strict type, one of the strictest families in the school when it comes to my education.

I still admire my mother very much, even though she's often away from home, making me feel lonely. Every time I went to my mom's company, I would hear her employees talking about her business achievements with such admiration. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say they were idolizing her.

Therefore, I admired her reputation and prestige in the same way. However, I didn't want to tarnish her image, and accepting all the study plans she set for me was pointless.

I spent most of my time studying, with only a small amount of free time for play. To balance things out and to release stress, I never hesitated to spend money on my hobbies and entertainment. If I had the means, I should enjoy it—that's my philosophy. So, as soon as this fully automatic gaming desk and chair came out, I bought it immediately.

I was very satisfied with my usual behavior, and my mom didn't say anything, tacitly approving of my purchase. But ultimately, the chair was made by my mom's company, so the money still went into our own pockets.

Every time my classmates came to my house, they would drool with envy when they saw my high-tech room.

At that moment, my vanity was thoroughly satisfied.

My mom's company now spans so many industries I can't even count them all; it seems to be involved in everything related to technology. And in many product categories, they're at the forefront of the industry.

This is the kind of mother I admire so much, and I'm determined to become an elite myself, to make people say, "Like mother, like son." I haven't disappointed my mom yet. While my college entrance exam score wasn't in the top ten, it was still good enough for me to choose from any university, something to be proud of.

"Mom, Mom,"

I muttered to myself, feeling a surge of joy at the thought of bringing her glory, a slightly perverse smile creeping across my face.

At the same time, I skillfully turned on the monitor and pulled something from the backrest. If anyone saw this, they would be shocked.

What I displayed on the monitor were erotic images of my mom. Most of the pictures showed her lying naked in bed, some wearing black stockings, and a small number showing her in pajamas with her nipples or genitals exposed. Without exception, they were all pictures of her fast asleep in bed.

And what I pulled from the backrest was a pair of black stockings. I skillfully pulled down my pants, watching my erect penis spring out, and slipped black stockings over my groin.

Looking at pictures of my mother's exposed breasts, feeling the friction of her stockings, I stroked my penis up and down. A few minutes later, with a gush of white fluid, I slumped comfortably in my chair.

Yes, I have a very intense Oedipus complex. I admire my mother, and I love her.

Because of my abundant wealth, good physique, excellent academic performance, and other strengths, countless girls confessed to me in junior and senior high school. But I never felt anything for them, not because I rejected early romance, but because I genuinely felt nothing for them.

Later, whenever I imagined what kind of person I wanted to be in a relationship with, or what kind of person I wanted to marry, the image of my mother always came to mind. Then I realized, I seem to only like my mother. Or rather, my mother's mature, slightly voluptuous, strong woman type is my type.

My mother rarely comes home, and even when she does, she often looks exhausted. Because I have to project a strong image in public, I always reveal my true self at home. My mother gets tired, exhausted, and listless for various reasons. She

often falls asleep in bed before she's even fully dressed. And that's where these photos come from.

Secretly taking pictures of my mother while she's asleep is my greatest pleasure. Over time, I've accumulated a large number of photos of her with exposed breasts. And naturally, I use these materials for masturbation.

Similarly, I once secretly took my mother's stockings from her washing machine. When she works, her work clothes almost always require black stockings, or so many female office workers do. Taking one or two pairs secretly wouldn't be noticed.

Looking at my mother's slightly plump body in the photos, looking at the place where she gave birth to me, I felt my penis hard again. I grabbed the black stockings I had just used and ejaculated again.

"Sigh, if I could have sex with my mom, I wouldn't want any girlfriend." After masturbating twice, I was exhausted and slumped over my computer desk, thinking this to myself.

I've read many mother-son novels, each focusing on how to break through that barrier. Some involve force, some drugs, some use massage as an excuse to gradually progress. Each time, I felt confident reading them, but when I saw my mom, all those thoughts vanished in fear, and I dared not act on them.

"Mom, I did well on my grades this time, could you consider letting me have sex?" Thinking of the plots in the novels I'd read, I fell asleep on my computer desk, feeling exhausted.

"Jianjian, wake up, Jianjian."

In my drowsy state, it sounded like someone was calling me.

"Hehehe, Mom, I'm coming in. Who is it? Don't bother me." I was currently dreaming, dreaming that I had finally received a reward from my mom for my excellent exam results.

After my mom said I could do whatever I wanted, I had just taken off her delicate clothes and was about to enter when I felt the disturbance. My voice became impatient; I wondered who was bothering me at this crucial moment.

In my dream, I slowly parted my mother's legs, gazing at the mysterious slit in the air, swallowing hard. My mother's genitals, which I had longed for day and night, were finally before me.

I took out my penis and rubbed it against my mother's genitals, about to penetrate her, when I felt someone shaking me.

"Who is it? I'm about to go in, don't disturb me!"

I shouted angrily, repeatedly interrupted, and at the same time, the dream ended with me waking up.

Opening my eyes, I suddenly sensed something was wrong. My mother was smiling at me in front of me.

"Ah!!!"

I screamed, not because of anything else, but because I could feel a chill in my genitals; she was clearly not wearing pants. And my penis was erect, exposed right in front of my mother.

"This...this...this is an accident!!!"

I frantically tried to explain, attempting to pull up my pants. But I forgot that I was stuck in this professional gaming chair, completely immobilized, unable to move at all.

Sweat streamed down my forehead. Looking at my beautiful mother's smile, I felt it was the smile of death.

"My Jianjian is also at this age~ No, you're already an adult. Most boys around fifteen or sixteen have this reaction, right? Mom is finally relieved. I've never seen you interested in female classmates before, and I was always worried that you were indifferent to the opposite sex. You were just having a wet dream, weren't you? It's a relief for Mom." To my surprise, my mother wasn't angry at all; instead, she said it with a happy expression.

"Mom...aren't you angry?"

I asked cautiously. My mother's reaction was completely unexpected.

"Angry? Why should I be angry? My son is a healthy man. Is there anything that makes a parent happier than that? Let me see...wow, it's quite big, above average for a man, and the girth is sufficient too. I think there will definitely be girls who are obsessed with you." My mother actually squatted down in front of me, looking at my penis between my legs.

I'm still rock solid! My penis, which had been a little limp from the shock, is now standing tall and erect again, seemingly unwilling to bow down, thanks to my mother's words and gaze.

"Mom, stop joking. My college entrance exam results are out, and I did pretty well. I can basically choose any school I want." I tried to cover my penis with my hands, but it was so hard that it still showed. So I changed the subject, hoping to change the subject.

"Son did well on the exam, didn't disappoint your mother. So, Jianjian, who was the girl in your dream...?" Just when I thought my mother was finally going to get serious, she turned back to her old ways, and even more inappropriately.

I wanted to retort immediately, but then I remembered that my dream girl was my mother, and I felt a blush creep up my face, too shy to say anything.

"I know, the girl in your dream~ was~ me~, right~?"

My mother suddenly leaned in close, staring at my shy face, and said each word carefully.

My brain went blank. What did my mother mean by this? What was she trying to say? Was she trying to judge me, or...? Dozens of possibilities flashed through my chaotic mind, but the more I thought about it, the more my brain seemed to short-circuit, unable to think clearly.

"Haha, son, you're so funny. I won't tease you anymore. You kept calling for your mother in your dream, I know you were having a wet dream about me," Mom said, casually kicking her slippers aside and sitting on my bed, her eyes meeting mine as I sat in the chair.

"Mom, you said you wouldn't tease me, but you're still teasing me," I said, somewhat unwilling and slightly aggrieved.

"Honey, I'm not teasing you. I'm seriously thinking about my son's physical health, how is that teasing? Mom is very open-minded and never avoids these topics. So, tell me what I look like in your dream. Am I wearing a business suit, or imagining myself in your school uniform?" Mom was still smiling, though her expression was somewhat serious, but this topic didn't seem serious at all.

"Mom~ It's really nothing. You should go now, I have things to do," I pleaded, feeling so embarrassed I wanted to disappear into the ground.

"Sigh, my son is excellent in everything, why is he so timid? I know, it must be because I'm too strict with him. Well, let me put it another way this time, I'm going to teach you about hygiene. Tell me, what is your dream mom like?" Mom shook her head, her smiling face vanishing, replaced by the serious expression she usually wore when lecturing me. But then, her black-stockinged foot quietly climbed onto my penis, gently touching it, sending a shiver down my spine.

"No, it's nothing,"

I stubbornly persisted, putting up a final resistance. But my penis was incredibly hard, throbbing against the feel of Mom's stockings, pounding and hardening.

I usually only experienced the sensation of Mom's stockings, but this time, with her jade-like feet inside, I truly felt that sensation. How could I not be excited?

"Well, I was hoping my son would be assertive, but it seems I'll have to be. Sigh, he's too timid. Is it because I'm too strict? I'll have to change my parenting approach." Mom's voice was listless, and she seemed somewhat disappointed.

Could it be...?

A thought arose in my mind. Was it really true? I found it hard to believe.

"Son really likes stockings. Did you think I didn't see you steal so many of my stockings? Did you think I was asleep every time you secretly filmed me? To be honest, I really wish you could see my body and force yourself on me, but you've never done it.

I've heard that other mothers and sons have sex in this way, so why can't my son? I often worried that you might have some kind of physiological problem, but now it seems you're just too timid." As Mom spoke, she continued to rub my penis with her feet. It was clear that her foot fetish technique was quite good, making me feel incredibly aroused.

"Mom, Mom, could it be...?"

I said, feeling uncomfortable because Mom's feet were making me feel so good.

"Just like you thought, just like the erotic comics you've read. Except you made your mother so assertive, saying these things willingly, what a bad son you are. Come on, Mom's willing to let you have your way, let Mom feel how strong her son is. Oh, you've already come, do you still have energy?" As Mom was speaking, her small feet, which were rubbing my penis, suddenly became stained with a white liquid. My penis ejaculated, and I came.

I looked at myself, having ejaculated on Mom's feet, and suddenly fell silent. Not for any other reason, but because I couldn't believe it was real. A few seconds later, I accepted this reality and found Mom sitting there watching me expectantly.

Since that's the case, if I continue to be submissive, I really wouldn't be a man.

"You said it yourself ,"

I said, violently pushing open the computer chair I was wearing, and pounced on my mother, laying her down on the bed.

Now I was on all fours, with my mother beneath me.

"Son, be rough with me,"

my mother said, and then said nothing more.

Looking at my alluring mother beneath me, my penis, which had just ejaculated, became hard again.

My mother was now dressed in a smart work outfit, which I roughly tore off and threw aside.

My mother's full breasts immediately sprang out.

I immediately and greedily bit down on them, licking my mother's nipples with my tongue. This was the place where I was nursed as a child. I had no memory of that time anymore, but now I could feel how sweet my mother's nipples were.

"Ah..."

my mother let out a soft moan, my sudden attack catching her off guard.

My mother's soft moan only aroused me more. Since things had come to this, why should I be polite?

So I roughly pulled off my mother's tight-fitting business skirt, looking at the mysterious area covered by pantyhose.

I roughly tore the pantyhose apart, then pulled my mother's panties aside, immediately seeing the place I had longed for.

Before, I had either seen it in my dreams, or only dared to take careful pictures when I did see it. Now, I was tearing it apart in front of my mother, and soon I was going to enter her. Thinking of this, my lower body unconsciously became even harder, even feeling like it was about to explode.

I swallowed excitedly, slowly lowered my body, pressing against my mother. My right hand grasped my penis, rubbing it around my mother's vulva.

"Son, fuck me hard, don't hold back."

After I rubbed it a few times, my mother twisted her voluptuous body, and her legs, with the pantyhose I had torn apart, unconsciously began to open wider, revealing more of her vulva to me.

"Mom, I'm coming!"

I wanted to continue flirting for a while, but my mother's temptation made me unable to resist.

I immediately thrust forward, my glans and half of my penis penetrating my mother's vagina. The moment it entered, I felt a warmth far surpassing any masturbation device I'd ever used. Warm and tight—no wonder so many people are so obsessed with sex.

After a few seconds of enjoyment, my penis continued its exploration until it was fully inside my mother's vagina. Now our genitals were perfectly aligned.

"Ah…"

My mother let out a long moan after my entire penis was inside.

"Son, hurry, move, hurry!"

Looking at my mother in her black stockings writhing beneath me, feeling the warmth of her vagina, and hearing her teasing words, I felt an immediate surge of arousal. Although it was my first time having sex, I went all out, frantically thrusting my penis into my mother's vagina.

With my sudden, powerful thrusts, my mother, who had just been teasing me, was also affected, only able to utter moans and no other words.

When my lower body wasn't moving, I kneaded my mother's breasts with both hands. My mother's enormous breasts were always eye-catching wherever she went. Feeling their softness in my hands, the friction of her nipples against my palms only fueled my excitement, making me want to unleash all my desires on her.

"Ahhhhhh, ah..."

My mother moaned intermittently, finally releasing with a long, drawn-out cry as I ejaculated inside her.

Pulling my penis out of her vagina, a few drops of semen still clung to my glans, slowly dripping.

"Mom, I think I was too fast, I'm sorry."

I glanced at the time; only three minutes had passed since penetration. Had I really ejaculated prematurely? I was filled with deep self-doubt.

"It's okay, child. It's normal for men, especially young boys, the first time. You'll last longer. We'll do it again tomorrow, the day after, and eventually you'll discover your own strength. But your semen was really plentiful and thick; I could feel it filling my vagina, and some of it probably even reached my uterus. Hahaha, don't be afraid, I have birth control pills in my room, just take some," my mother comforted me gently, lying on the bed.

Hearing my mother's words, I felt a little more at ease. Now that the taboo had been broken, I wasn't so shy anymore.

While my mother lay down, I played with her black-stockinged feet for a while, then pinched the slightly chubby flesh on her stomach. I rubbed her breasts, then gave her a French kiss. I even spread her legs to show her the white fluid inside, the marks I had just left.

Afterwards, I deliberately kept her torn black pantyhose as a memento of our first time. My mother, of course, didn't object to my request and took them off for me.

"Then Mommy's going to take a shower. Good boy, masturbate less and release your pent-up desires on me more often~" she said provocatively, deliberately spreading her legs to let me see what was inside.

Then I felt myself getting hard again, but my mother had already gone into the bathroom. So I immediately followed her and crawled into the bathroom with her.

"Son, do you want to take a bath with me? You're so sweet. Okay, let's do it together." "Mmm, Mom, I'll use my penis to clean you inside." And so, in the bathroom, I did it with my mom again. It was this taboo-breaking excitement that left me completely drained today.

I masturbated, had my footjob performed on me by my mom, and then had sex again in the bedroom and bathroom. When I left the bathroom, I felt utterly exhausted. But despite the pain, I was still happy.

[The End]

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