Policewoman Mom Fanfiction Rewrite

Chapter 1

I am 15 years old this year, a student at a high school affiliated with a medical college. My father is the head of the department at the medical college and also

serves as an advisor to the city's Public Security Bureau's Forensic Science Department. My mother, Li Qiuping, is only 36 years old and is already the deputy captain of the Criminal Investigation Brigade.

Although she is a woman working in a male-dominated criminal investigation team, she didn't rely on connections, factions,

or her looks. She got to her current position entirely through her ability and dedication. In

my memory, I only saw her for a short time each year. One reason was that my parents

had been living apart due to their work, and I grew up with my grandmother. Another reason was that even during the limited time we were together, my mother

often worked overtime. She would go to work before I even got up and

might . It wasn't until my father's job transfer a year before I went to university that the three of us were reunited in City A.

Because we saw each other so infrequently, my mother didn't take care of me much. To me, she was more like an aunt I only saw a few times a year than a mother who had raised me from

childhood . I'm rather introverted and

rarely interact with girls. When I first came home, seeing my mother, such a stoic and elegant woman, every day made me a little shy. My mother is a

decisive and strong-willed woman who thinks I'm weak, so even though we rarely see each other, she's always been very

strict with me. Sometimes I want to act cute with her, but I'm afraid of being met with a cold rejection.

A few days ago, on the day we moved, my parents hosted a dinner for colleagues from the city bureau and the college. During the meal, my mother, who doesn't

drink alcohol , drank two glasses of baijiu (Chinese liquor) at the urging of her colleagues. After the guests left, my father was already completely drunk,

and my mother managed to close the door and fell asleep on the sofa. After I finished cleaning the house, I saw my mother still lying on the sofa.

I called her to get up, but she didn't respond. I nudged her a few times, but there was no movement. It seemed she had lost consciousness.

That day, my mother wasn't wearing her police uniform jacket. She was wearing a black business suit jacket, which fit her well and accentuated her

high breasts. She wore a narrow skirt that revealed half of her beautiful legs in black stockings and high heels. Lying there, she looked like

a living, breathing, drunken beauty. I approached my mother and saw her beautiful face flushed, her eyes

closed, her long eyelashes fluttering as she slept soundly. A fleeting, erotic thought arose in my mind. I quickly washed my face to

calm myself , then struggled to carry her to the bedroom. Only when I picked her up did I realize

how difficult it was to carry someone so drunk, especially since I was still a developing teenager and not very strong. My mother

was quite tall and heavy. But carrying such a beautiful woman for the first time, her drunken face pressed against my

chest, the scent of alcohol mingling with her sweet breath, stirred something within me. With each step forward, my mother's

body swayed, her delicate feet dangling in the air, occasionally brushing against my body, intensifying

my erotic thoughts.

There's a scientific hypothesis that the areas of the human brain responsible for sensory perception are similar to those for foot sensation, suggesting that

a certain percentage—approximately 1/12 or more—may have a foot fetish. I personally feel this theory might be

correct because, unlike Freud's hypothesis, I didn't experience certain stimuli in my childhood, but I

have an innate attraction to women's feet. When computers first came out, I used dial-up to access foot fetish websites and would tirelessly

download pictures of beautiful feet at several kilobytes per second. I remember finding a website

called . It updated with five free large pictures every day, and one of the models had feet

like that—slender, long, and narrow, with a slightly protruding instep and long, thin toes. During the early stages of sexual awakening, it's easy

to be influenced, and this might mean that one's tastes don't change even in adulthood. So, even today, I find it hard to resist

beautiful feet.

Therefore, you can easily imagine how excited a 15-year-old boy would be when he first actually touched a woman's foot,

especially the foot of a mature woman with the perfect foot shape that I admire, encased in alluring black stockings, exuding a

wonderful scent, and the owner of that foot was the beauty I had always admired.

Suppressing my lustful thoughts, I carried the beautiful woman to the bedroom. Upon entering, I saw my father lying on the bed, having vomited a large amount;

the smell in the room was truly awful. Beautiful women always seem to receive preferential treatment in various situations, sometimes without even

realizing it. Looking at my mother in my arms and smelling the alcohol in the room, this naive young man couldn't bear to let her

spend the night in such a foul-smelling room. So, I first gently placed her on my bed, pulled a pillow under

her head, then went to my father's room to take off his outer clothes, wipe his mouth, remove the sheets and put them in the washing machine,

then woke him up and gave him some water. By the time my father fell asleep, it was already past 11 pm. I washed up and prepared to sleep myself.

Back in my room, lying in bed, the scent of my mother beside me intoxicated me.

I tossed and turned , unable to fall asleep, completely overwhelmed by lust. My right hand trembled as I reached down to my crotch, pulled out my already

rock-hard penis, and began to masturbate it towards my mother.

Doing this to my mother, whom I had longed to see for so long, gave me a sacrilegious pleasure,

many times more intense than usual. Somehow, driven by desire, my penis pressed against her,

releasing my lust with each thrust.

"What are you doing?"

A chill ran through me. I looked up and saw that my mother had opened her eyes, coldly staring at her son who was

molesting her.

I felt dizzy, as if I had been hit on the back of the head.

"Do you know what you're doing?"

"Mom... I... I..."

My mother sat up, looking at me expressionlessly.

"That's enough for today. Consider it a waste of my life to have given birth to you as my son."

Tears streamed down my face. All sorts of feelings I had for my mother—the longing for maternal love, lust, hatred

...—torn my heart like a meat grinder.

"You never raised me!"

My voice was hoarse, and I couldn't utter a sound.

My mother's expression wavered for a moment, but quickly returned to its poker face. She stood up, sighed, pushed

me away, and walked out.

"Don't tell anyone about this."

I was left alone in the room, the sound of my leather shoes echoing on the floor, lingering for a long time.

I felt I was finished, having lost my first love and my mother's love. But unexpectedly, just three minutes later,

the situation changed drastically.

"Do you want to know the meaning of life? Do you want... to truly live?"

"No."

When a strange voice appeared in my mind, I instinctively rejected it while feeling dejected.

"Well, I'm sorry, you've missed out on one of the universe's greatest cheat codes—the World Modulation Mode."

"Whatever."

"Heh heh, kid, not in a good mood? Not tempted at all? That makes me a little curious. Hmm, let's

see what's wrong... Heh heh, you're a little mother-obsessed one, too bad your mother ruthlessly

humiliated you, how interesting."

Hearing this voice, I was suddenly jolted awake from my daze, which I had initially dismissed as a hallucination.

A huge wave of shame and anger washed over me, probably from the humiliation of having my privacy exposed so ruthlessly.

"What's it to you? Who are you to be messing with me?"

Then I realized that this guy shouldn't know about me. Either he was watching the show from the sidelines,

or knew from my memories. Judging from his words, it was the latter. Thinking of this, another surge of anger

rose up.

"You bastard who snoops on other people's privacy, don't you have any shame?"

"I'm not human, why would I need shame?"

"You..."

Hearing that voice's reply, I was speechless for a moment, but the anger I felt from being choked by him subsided.

"Then what are you?"

"Have you seen World Modulation Mode?"

"Of course I have... Oh... You mean, the one you were going to give me? I want it, of course I

want it!"

Suddenly, I remembered that low-quality, purely wishful hypnotic novel I read years ago. Although I often complained that

the author was only handsome and the writing was really bad, the protagonist's cheat codes were plentiful. Now that

I had a chance to get it myself, how could I not be eager?

"Unfortunately, you just refused, so you don't have a chance with World Modulation Mode."

"Ahhhhh... I didn't realize it just now... It doesn't count!"

Knowing that I had lost such a precious opportunity, the frustration in my heart almost exploded.

"Hehe, words spoken are never taken back, it's just how it is, but... hehe..."

"But what?"

Judging from the tone of that voice, there seemed to be a chance, so I quickly perked up, thinking I couldn't miss this opportunity.

"Let me see... um, it seems to be this... here's a powerful system developed by the same company as the World Modulation Mode

, it should be quite suitable for you."

"Really? I want it, give it to me quickly!"

Faced with this opportunity, I didn't intend to leave myself any scruples or shame.

As soon as I finished speaking, a warm current entered my body, and then a page of

moderate size . It seemed to be the operating template for this system. I suppressed my excitement and

tried to see it clearly.

"Ah... why is there nothing here?"

"(The trial product might have a bug)"

"Huh? What did you say? Speak louder so I can hear you."

The voice had said something vaguely, which I didn't hear, and I became anxious again, but

thankfully fate was on my side, and a new prompt appeared on the page in front of me.

Activating this system requires completing the novice tasks and unlocking permissions step by step.

What? Isn't it supposed to be a plug-and-play wonder like the World Modulation Mode? Oh well, even so

, I'm satisfied. I continued reading.

[Mission: The First Step Towards the Pervert]

[Mission Description: Your mother, Li Qiuping, is deeply drunk. Although you woke her and she stormed off in anger,

the alcohol quickly took effect, and she collapsed onto the sofa. Go, young man, wash away your humiliation with your actions

and satisfy your desires.]

[Mission Hint: Target Li Qiuping will not wake up during the mission completion period. Remaining safe time: 2:59:37

]

Seeing this mission, I was stunned for a moment, then my heart began to pound. Thinking back on

everything , whether it was the desire for revenge or my lust for my mother's mature body, it all compelled me to take that step.

Time was slowly passing; further hesitation might mean losing more time. Thinking this, I unconsciously

walked towards the living room…

Outside the room, I saw my mother lying motionless on the sofa, breathing heavily, fast asleep. I nervously

walked over and sat beside her.

"Mom?"

There was no response, only the sound of her regular breathing.

"Mom doesn't take off her shoes when she sleeps, it must be uncomfortable,"

I murmured, lifting one of her feet to take off her shoe. The shoe was quite tight, and I couldn't get it off right away, so I had to

loosen the buckle and pull it off little by little. Accompanied by the rubbing sound of leather shoes against stockings, the heel left her foot. The scent of her

sweat, stockings, and leather shoes, mixed with the smell of her hormones, made me feel intoxicated. After taking off the shoe,

a beautiful, slender foot in black stockings appeared before me. My heart skipped a beat, my gaze fixed

on her foot, unable to look away. I gently placed my hand on her beautiful foot; the warm touch and the subtle yet undeniably

feminine scent intoxicated me. I placed my palm on her heel, gently lifting her silk-clad foot to examine it closely.

My mother's feet were shapely and beautiful. Although she was a tall, slender woman of 1.8 meters, she didn't have

the large, masculine feet of some women, nor the narrow, thin feet of a developing girl. Instead, her feet were evenly long, slender, and full of

flesh , with a high arch and a slight protrusion at the junction of her toes and instep. This was probably

because her bones were softer during puberty, and shoes of poor design could easily deform them. But I

loved this beautiful curve.

I lifted my mother's feet high, the soles of her feet facing my face, my eyes only centimeters from the soles of her feet.

Inhaling the fragrance of her beautiful feet, I couldn't resist gently caressing her soft soles with my other hand, kneading

each of her adorable toes. The feel of her cute toes encased in stockings was simply amazing. I played with

her beautiful feet like this for several minutes, careful not to make any sudden movements, but my mother still reacted slightly; her toes twitched. My

heart sank, but my mother only groaned twice, seemingly showing no signs of waking up. I harbored a

deep distrust of the system, but the temptation before me made me unwilling to take it further.

I put my mother's toes in my mouth and began licking them. The strong scent of a mature woman, carrying female hormones, instantly

filled my mouth and went straight to my brain. I knelt down, desperately sucking on my mother's sexy stockinged toes, tasting through the stockings...

Tasting the fragrant sweat between her toes, Mom's taut toes peeked out, looking especially adorable. I took a breath,

then out her big toe, shaped like a date, and licked it, feeling the texture of the skin through her stockings with my tongue. Then

I gently pried each toe apart and licked them one by one, kneading Mom's beautiful feet in various shapes. I even

analyzed the structure of the female foot bones while circling my tongue around the five little cuties, trying to soften them with my saliva and the warmth of

my mouth . At the same time, I lifted Mom

's other stockinged foot, grabbed the heel, and pulled her foot out of the shoe. I took out my rock-hard penis, pressed it against the sole of Mom's foot, smeared

the pre-ejaculate on her sole, and then stuffed it into Mom's leather shoe and masturbated.

"Mom... Qiuping... Qiuping... I'm going to fuck you to death, you little slut... my little darling..."

I couldn't help but shout out the words I usually fantasized about Mom. The whole room was filled with the sounds of me smacking and enjoying

Mom's beautiful feet.

"[Target Person: Li Qiuping] First time cultivating foot fetish attribute, energy reward obtained..."

Hearing this system notification, I was both surprised and delighted. Did this mean that my mother's feet had never

been used like this before? I had actually become the first guest of my mother's beautiful feet, hahaha, Dad is such a

clueless guy.

With overwhelming joy and excitement, my penis, squeezed between my mother's shoes and the soles of her feet,

felt I could no longer hold back and ejaculated streams of semen inside, which also splashed onto my mother's body.

"The mission has reached the minimum objective. You can settle now. Settle and awaken the target?"

"Yes... wait... no... don't..."

Having experienced the previous loss of the world modulation mode, I subconsciously agreed, but

then that I had only played with my mother's beautiful feet, and there were still many areas waiting for me to explore. I hurriedly changed my mind and said no, but

it seemed to be too late.

And what's even more terrifying now is that the beautiful woman who was sleeping soundly before me might let out a soft moan and

gradually wake up, unsurprisingly seeing this scene before me.

Oh God, I'm doomed! My heart sank. I thought about how my mother had just caught me red-handed,

and then grabbed me and played with my feet wantonly. She'd probably be furious and wouldn't let me off the hook.

"Hmm? What are you doing here?" My mother looked at me, but surprisingly, she wasn't angry.

I was stunned. My still-erect penis, dripping with semen, was standing erect in

front of her, and my mother didn't react at all?

Just as I was wondering, I saw my mother rub her head, as if she had a hangover, then sit up

. Seeing that her shoe was half off, she straightened it and stepped her beautiful foot inside.

With a soft "plop," my mother's black-stockinged foot squeezed into

the shoe cavity, still filled with my warm, fresh semen. Mom frowned, shifted her toes in her shoe a couple of times, and then looked away.

My heart was pounding in my chest, but Mom didn't show the same disgust or

blame . She just looked at me calmly.

"You were worried Mom wasn't sleeping well, so you came out to check on her, right?"

Mom thought for a moment, her expression softening slightly as she spoke softly.

"Uh, yes..."

"Mom's fine. Your dad smelled too much of alcohol in the room, so Mom didn't want to go back to sleep and slept here. You should

go back and rest too.

" "Okay, okay."

I was completely bewildered by Mom's sudden gentleness. I stiffly walked back to my room, still not understanding

why had turned out this way.

Did Mom see my big penis and realize I was exceptionally gifted, and suddenly start treating me differently?

"Pah, what are you thinking? Of course, it's this system that's covering for you,"

the system's voice echoed in my mind. Although I was a little annoyed by being contradicted, it was probably the most reasonable explanation

for what happened. Thanks to the system, otherwise I probably would have been dead.

The system easily smoothed things over; it truly lives up to its reputation as a masterpiece produced by the same company that manufactures the world's modulation mode. I

quickly opened the system page. I now have complete confidence in this system; perhaps my future happy life will depend on it. [Task: The First Step Towards a Pervert] [Task Status: Completed] [Task Rating: Low] Seeing this task rating, my heart ached. It's all my fault for carelessly saying "yes" back then. We could have gone further, enjoyed ourselves more, and even improved the rating. But now, I only submitted the task once and got this rating. I guess only those who masturbate to their mothers before submitting the task would get an even lower rating? "Newbie mission complete, system activated. Due to a low rating, you cannot immediately enjoy all features. " "I see... what features are available?" "You can choose between two modes: Specialization Mode, which allows for deeper and more effective development of your target from the start, but only one target can be active at a time; and Broad-Based Mode, which allows you to pursue up to five targets simultaneously from the start , but the system provides less assistance for target development than in Specialization Mode." "Hmm... I'll choose one then." This time, I carefully considered it, not daring to speak carelessly again. Thinking about it, while Broad-Based Mode for building a harem sounds exciting, it would be difficult without sufficient system support. It's better to secure Mom's favor first , and then consider other options. "Specialization mode... activated... template generation in progress... 1%..." "By the way, what is the energy that was mentioned earlier? What's it used for?" "Energy can be used to exchange for various auxiliary functions and items provided by the system, including but not limited to moderate to low-level body modification, mind influence, memory modification, etc." "That's amazing! Does that mean next time I can directly..." "With your current total energy, you're still far from enough." "Tch, I'll reach that point eventually." I stopped worrying about that question and just stared at the progress bar slowly loading. My brain had experienced all sorts of , and I was already quite tired. At this moment, I was even more sleepy and lay down on the bed and fell asleep immediately. Chapter Two The next morning, my mother, who had slept soundly all night, still got up on time and made breakfast for us. Unfortunately, my father was still fast asleep and didn't want to get up, so only my mother and I enjoyed breakfast.

During dinner, Mom didn't talk to me much and rarely looked at me. While eating, I used the pseudo-mind-reading function of

the system 's specialized mode to understand Mom's current state of mind.

After discovering my masturbation in front of her yesterday, Mom was both ashamed and angry, but then some "tender" little episodes occurred

(thanks to the system). However, this kind of thing isn't a simple addition and subtraction

game, so Mom's feelings are somewhat complicated now. On one hand, she's angry about my lewd behavior yesterday, and

on the other hand, she thinks I'm a kind-hearted and filial child.

Knowing yourself and your enemy is the key to victory. I felt smug. After breakfast, I happily walked to school...

The uneventful days passed quickly. Apart from a few minor disagreements between Mom and Dad,

nothing new happened. As for why my parents, who had barely argued in over ten years, had several minor disagreements in

just a few days, it was naturally related to me.

Thanks to the specialization mode, I can use the [Rejection (Low-level)] skill on the target, causing them to

naturally develop a sense of resistance and dislike towards all members of the opposite sex except for the system user.

"Qiuping, we haven't seen each other in so long..."

"I'm not feeling well today."

"You said the same thing yesterday."

"I really am not feeling well. You men, is this all you think about all day?"

"You...we're husband and wife...I..."

"So, so when a wife is unwell, the husband doesn't understand but blames her?"

I secretly listened to my parents arguing in the bedroom. A little while later, my mother came

out with a blanket and lay down on the sofa to sleep.

Seeing this, I felt a pang of pity. My father actually let my mother move out; he really doesn't know how

to cherish .

Just as this thought arose, the system panel suddenly popped up, issuing a new task.

【Task: Young Woman's Latest Time】

【Task Description: Young woman Li Qiuping has been having a rough time lately. Her son is lusting after her, and her husband doesn't understand

her, leading to constant arguments. She's feeling depressed and needs an outlet. Her long-dormant body is waiting for you. Hopefully, this time you won't

end the battle too soon.】

【Task Hint: Target: Li Qiuping is sleeping deeply due to her pent-up emotions and is unlikely to wake up easily. Remaining

safe time: 2:59:46】

What the hell? I was tricked into ending it too early last time, I

thought .

"Abandon the task?"

"No, no, no... System, I'm sorry,"

I quickly apologized. I had completely forgotten that this guy could read my mind...

Since I was determined to complete this task seriously, satisfying myself while getting a high score, I had to

get moving . I walked to the sofa where my mother was lying, lifted the thin blanket covering her,

and carried her soft body in a princess carry into my room. After gently placing her on the bed,

I turned around and locked the door. Now I didn't have to worry about being disturbed.

My mother, fast asleep in bed, was now like meat on a chopping board, completely at my mercy. Without hesitation, I began to undress

her, starting at her chest. Unbuttoning her pajamas, I revealed a white bra. With

a gentle push, two mounds of alabaster-white, smooth breasts appeared before me, at least a D cup.

It's said that a woman's breast milk is related to her bra size; having breastfed until I was three, I had produced breast milk for three years.

The buds on my mother's breasts were quite impressive, though only a pale red, somewhere between

a teenage girl 's pink and a woman's deep red after childbirth. I

gently placed my hands on them and pushed lightly. Her soft breasts trembled like water-filled bags, and her engorged nipples swayed gently. I caressed her breasts, lightly pinching her nipples, gently teasing her body. Just a touch of her breasts was enough to elicit a reaction from her body; her nipples stood erect. It seemed the system's mission description was true; my mother's body had accumulated a considerable amount of desire. Of course, it was Dad's fault, but the sins of the father must be visited upon Mom properly. Thinking of this, I spent some energy in the system panel to increase Mom's body sensitivity to about three times its original level, and also enhanced my own "good treasure," using up all that energy . I smiled and ran my fingers over Mom's body. I could vaguely feel the outline of her abdominal muscles on her flat stomach. It was truly rare for a woman past her youth to have such a figure. My fingers passed her cute belly button and finally stopped at her underwear. Only then did I notice that Mom was wearing underwear the same color as her bra, a conservative style and pure color. However, this adult woman's genitals playfully peeked out from under the underwear, with curls of hair, looking incredibly alluring. I lifted her plump buttocks and gently pulled down the damp underwear. Seeing the wet area, I smiled slightly. The system's mission description was indeed true. When Mom's vulva was exposed, the thick black pubic hair immediately captured my entire gaze and even my heartbeat. That tender, hidden triangular area, covered with curly hairs, lay flat and uneven, enveloping the dew-kissed stamens, awaiting my visit. I swallowed hard. The beautiful woman before me was almost completely naked, accepting the wanton harassment of my gaze— or rather, she was already completely naked, all her exposed points laid bare before my eyes. My beautiful mother lay naked on my bed, completely submissive. When the policewoman's strong mask was removed, even her clothes were stripped off. Her serene and powerless posture was so moving. This usually dignified and reserved policewoman never imagined that while she was asleep, she would be treated , having her feet, which she loved but kept at a distance from, smelled and licked—features she had never even touched with her husband—tried foot fetish, and now she was stripped naked, all her sensitive areas, usually only shown to her husband, being wantonly humiliated by my gaze. I wonder what she would think. What would it feel like to know that your body is completely naked and exposed in front of your son? I felt as if my head had been hit hard, and my mind went blank. All I could see was my mother's alluring white body, her delicate vulva as captivating as a blooming flower. In that instant , nothing else seemed to exist, only the tender opening before me remained.

My mother's pubic hair, arranged in an inverted triangle, clearly marked the entrance like a lintel. I pulled her

body closer, slightly parted her legs, and began to explore her vagina. Being able to be so close to such a beautiful woman's body

was truly an honor. Previously, just seeing a girl's bare feet was enough to make me want to stand up. I

couldn't resist gently licking my mother's labia with the tip of my tongue. A slightly fishy smell mixed with a strange fragrance rushed to

my brain—the smell of my mother's vaginal fluid. To be honest, the taste wasn't particularly pleasant, but

it excited me immensely, proving that my mother's body needed my presence.

My study of the female body's appearance should probably stop now, because my lower body was incredibly hard, the extreme

swelling chafing painfully in my pants. I wanted to understand the female body more deeply. But now, at the last minute

, I hesitated. Before, I had only molested my mother's body, but was I really going to do this to her, deflower

her ? Did I dare? This was date rape, incest

. Unable to suppress the desire aroused by my mother's beautiful body, I decided to use her to end my virginity. ...

No more virginity. Looking at the alluring body before me, I already knew the answer. My mother was almost the

most beautiful woman I had ever seen, and her body was even more tempting when she was asleep. While she was still asleep, I would give her my virginity as a gift. So-called lustful thoughts only last a moment; I would do it anyway , since my mother couldn't object now. Having made up my mind, I climbed on top of my mother, kissing her closed eyes and her thin, diamond-shaped lips, caressing her pretty face, and then moving down her neck back to her soft breasts. As I continued to tease her, my mother's sensitive body naturally responded. My hands continued to trace the curves of her body, across her slender waist, full hips, and shapely legs, then I grasped her two beautiful feet, slipped on the flesh-colored stockings I had prepared for them, and held them gently in my hands. Because of the face-to-face position, the curve of her arches didn't align with the angle of my hand, so I switched positions, grasping my mother's right foot with my right hand and her left foot with my left. Although her crossed legs looked slightly awkward, this position allowed my hands to perfectly fit her feet, tightly holding them as if they represented everything about womanhood. Her lower body was sticky, likely from prostatic fluid secreted during extreme excitement, and painfully hard; her genitals were already a mess. Without waiting, I placed her feet on my shoulders, leaned down, and, following the teachings of the virtuous and talented teachers in movies, adjusted the angle, slowly inserting my penis into her vagina. There wasn't much resistance, partly because her body lubricant was already in place, and partly because her muscles were naturally . However, the stress response after the insertion of a foreign object quickly caused her to instinctively clench her vagina, giving me a good taste. Fortunately, my endowment was decent enough, so I didn't embarrass myself. My mother's vagina felt warm and wrinkled. My burning penis was completely enveloped by . The tip of my penis was extremely engorged and swollen, giving me a feeling of being constricted by a ring of flesh. There was excitement, guilt, and pleasure. The excitement came from the end of my virginity, and the fact that it was given to the most beautiful and beloved woman in my heart, my own mother. I had never dared to commit such a desecration even in my dreams, yet it had come true in reality. This woman who had always kept me at arm's length finally belonged to me completely. However, I saw no humiliation on my mother's face. She only let out a muffled groan and quietly closed her eyes , as if she acquiesced, as if she indulged, and even seemed to enjoy it instinctively. This indulgent attitude emboldened me . I slowly moved my lower body, the tender flesh wrapping around me in rings. Once my lower body had adapted to the stimulation, I thrust in and out fiercely, reaching all the way to my cervix before stopping. "[Target Person: Li Qiuping] First time exploring the latter half of the vagina, energy reward obtained." Hearing this pleasant notification sound again was truly comforting. Doesn't this mean... Dad's thing probably won't last long, it hasn't even entered Mom's vagina yet, and the son's thing has become the first visitor deep inside the vagina, it came out from here first, and now it's knocking again in a different way. While feeling the complete integration of the mother and son's lower bodies, he crossed his hands and held Mom's feet again. These mature woman 's feet were so sexy. He played with them in his hands, rubbed them against his face, kissed them passionately, and finally stepped on her silk-clad feet, put half of her bare feet in his mouth, and licked her fleshy soles back and forth with his tongue, playing with each cute toe until he was satisfied. Meanwhile, I continued thrusting, one hand holding my mother's silk-clad foot and rubbing it against her neck and chest, poking my nipples with her hard big toes, while the other hand kneaded and twisted her breasts incessantly. This tireless and intense exercise lasted for seven or eight minutes, until the sweat even got into my eyes, forcing me to pull over a pillowcase and wipe them a few times, while slowing down the intensity of my movements. Maintaining penetration, I bent down and groped under the bed for a moment before remembering that my mother's two high heels were still under the sofa. So, I ruthlessly pulled them out, ran to the living room to pick one up, and then quickly ran back to the bed, my penis remaining erect the whole way, as if protesting my departure. My mother was still lying limply on the bed, her body basically spread out in a starfish shape, her vagina slightly parted as if welcoming my return. How could I bear to keep her waiting any longer? I thrust my lower body back into that slightly warm cavity. I glanced at the shoes I had painstakingly brought back and quickly hung them on my mother's beautiful, fleshy feet. Of course, I didn't fasten the buckles. The two were even more beautiful against the backdrop of the soles of the shoes. If someone could calculate the expression of these arcs, they would probably win the Fields Medal. Even in the deepest sleep, a mature and beautiful woman's perfect body could still please her son with any part of it. I continued thrusting, then turned my mother to her side, sitting on one of her legs, holding her other thigh to my chest. I tore off the only stockings she was wearing and brought her unlicked foot to my lips to lick. My mother's left foot seemed slightly longer than her right, soft against my face. I then put on the sandal, looking at the curves of my mother's foot through the sole, recalling the suppressed desires I used to feel when I saw beautiful high-heeled feet, recalling that fleeting encounter years ago. I reached between the sole of the shoe and the foot, tightly grasping her foot. On one side of my hand was the cold, , a wave of pleasure rising from below.

A surge of desire welled up in my head, and I forcibly suppressed it for about three seconds. Each second felt like heaven. I shook off my mother's

beautiful shoes, placed her toes to my lips, and gently bit her toes with my teeth. At the same time, my lower body reached its limit, and gushes

of semen gushed out, a large amount, about twice the usual amount, probably due to excessive excitement. I even

felt a slight pain in my vas deferens during ejaculation. My mother, under my onslaught, tensed up and then released

a lot of fluid. I lay on top of my mother, panting heavily. Her sleeping face still held the afterglow of her orgasm.

I learned from the system that my mother's affection for me had increased slightly in that instant.

This excited me, but I was also confused. Could this be the case that "

the shortest her vagina"?

"Current task can be completed. Complete and awaken the target?"

"Complete."

I withdrew my penis from my mother's body, held her soft body, and lay down in bed, silently chanting

in my mind .

"Hmm...this is..." Mom slowly woke up, her eyes glazed as she looked around at her surroundings.

I pretended to be fast asleep, remaining silent, waiting for the system to smooth things over.

Sure enough, Mom looked around for a while, her eyes shifting from surprise to calm, then revealing a hint of warmth.

Through my rudimentary mind-reading ability, I vaguely sensed that Mom probably thought I, her "filial son," couldn't bear to see her sleeping on

the sofa , so I took her to my bed, worried she'd catch a cold, put stockings on her,

and hugged her to keep warm.

Reading this, I felt a wicked pleasure. At this moment, Mom's vagina was filled with my "

filial son 's" semen, yet she was completely unaware, instead moved by my "filial act.

" "Mommy...Mommy...I want to nurse..." I pretended to murmur in my sleep, snuggling in Mom's arms

, getting closer to her soft breasts.

A hint of shyness flashed in my mother's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by emotion and maternal love. Remembering how I had never

experienced , she felt a pang of tenderness and hugged my head. I, without hesitation, bit

one of her nipples and began to suckle like a baby.

Hearing my mother's suppressed moans as I licked and bit her was like a lullaby of maternal love, lulling me

into sleep.

Chapter 3

"Xiaoming, come out for dinner~"

I was awakened by my mother's call, only to find that she had already gotten up and prepared breakfast. I rubbed

my still sleepy eyes and forced myself out of bed with all my might, because I knew a 'delicious meal'

awaited me.

[Task: The Pervert's Unique Taste]

[Task Description: How well-done do you like your steak? 7/8? 5/10? 3/10? Don't tell me you're a idiot who likes

it well-done or a savage who eats raw meat.] Similarly, there are different tastes when it comes to drugging and raping women. Compared to

a completely asleep state, I believe you will prefer a more interactive one.

[Task Hint: Temporarily activate the active sleep skill. You can choose the level of sleep. After the task is completed,

the skill will be permanently retained depending on the task evaluation.]

Seeing this brand new task, I simply didn't put on any clothes and walked naked to the dining table. My mother was

sitting and waiting for me. Although she was only wearing a set of unflattering loungewear, it still couldn't hide her beautiful appearance

and mature temperament. Unconsciously, my lust was aroused again.

My mother was about to speak, but before she could open her mouth, I clapped my hands. A look of confusion flashed in my mother's eyes,

and then she slumped onto the table.

[Please select the level of active sleep: 10%-100%]

"90%."

After making the selection, my mother, who had been sleeping soundly, groaned softly and showed slight signs of waking up. But

I knew that under the magical effect of the system, she would probably only stay at this level of wakefulness for the time being.

"Mom, I'm hungry, shall we eat?"

With that, I helped my drowsy, unresponsive mother up from her chair and placed her

on ready to eat.

"Mom, you'll have to feed me,"

I lewdly said, grasping one of her beautiful feet. After squeezing it in my hand, I gently sniffed it; there was no lingering scent from

last night's debauchery. It seemed my mother had realized her

purpose as my tableware today, having washed herself thoroughly early in the morning.

My mother lay supine on the table, her legs slightly parted, revealing the sweetest and most alluring part of her womanhood. Her

full, round mons pubis stood proudly erect, a palm-sized area forming an inverted triangle against its upper part.

A slit opened between her two protruding, fleshy labia, and her soft, drooping labia minora, some fluid

already . It seemed my mother's sensitive body had already

become aroused after just a little play with her. Then I looked closer. My mother's taut toes, full soles, high arches, plump heels,

long calves, full thighs, and luscious buttocks—those perfect protrusions and indentations formed elegant

and beautiful curves, radiating a captivating power.

I placed slices of beef on my mother's soft feet, savoring the sauce with my mouth,

gently licking the skin's texture on the soles, spreading the sauce evenly.

These two beautiful feet were among my mother's most beloved parts. After receiving a surge of energy yesterday,

I had, with a touch of wickedness, significantly increased the sensitivity of my mother's feet.

The energy only needed to target her feet this time, making the effect even more pronounced. For my mother, her feet had now become

as sensitive as her clitoris and nipples.

So when I enjoyed my meal with my mother's beautiful feet, my mother, barely conscious, instinctively let out a sweet

moan, which excited me even more.

I reached my hands under my mother's feet and gently lifted her delicate feet. Her legs bent upwards from the knees

until her toes were level with my nose. I carefully aligned her toes, and the high

arches of her feet formed a small indentation in the middle. Her 25-centimeter feet looked like shallow bowls.

I buried my face in them and used my lips and tongue to suck and lick the beef. Then, I held the seam between her feet with one hand and

poured in a little 45-degree milk. My mother's feet were plump, and surprisingly, no milk flowed out. "Mom,

let me give you a milk foot massage, and a tongue massage too. This milk is quite hot, will you burn yourself?"

I muttered to myself. The only response I received was my mother's continuous groans.

I blew on the warm milk between her big toes, then took all four toes into my mouth. I gently lowered my hands, and

her toes naturally returned to their normal angle with her calves, allowing the milk to flow down her soles and

into my mouth through the gaps between her toes.

After drinking the milk from her feet in two gulps, I peeled an egg, smeared sauce on her feet, placed the egg

between her toes, and crushed it forcefully. I rubbed it repeatedly to mix the egg and sauce. Of course, not much

remained ; most of it fell onto the table. I licked and sucked the egg clean, carefully cleaning up any remaining bits.

Having been so lewdly violated in her most sensitive areas for so long, my mother, in a daze, had already reached

orgasm . Her lower body was covered in the vaginal fluids released during her orgasm, her labia minora slightly parted, glistening with

her own natural moisture.

"Mom fed me, so I'll feed Mom too,"

I said to her with a lewd grin.

I spread my mother's legs, aimed my penis at her wet vulva, and slid in without much effort.

Immediately I heard her let out a soft moan, a sound filled with pleasure and satisfaction, and her body instinctively tensed

.

I thrust in and out of her body casually for a while, then picked her up and sat her in a chair,

holding her face to face as I penetrated her.

Unlike being completely asleep, my mother was now fully awake, but

nine- asleep. This meant she was acting purely on instinct. With each thrust,

she instinctively held me, twisting her body to meet my movements, extracting more and more exquisite pleasure.

"Oh... Mom... Qiuping... you slut who's horny about your son's penis... I'm going to fuck you to death

... fuck you to death!"

"Ugh... want... want more..." my mother moaned groggily, her body's instincts driving her

to seek only more exquisite and comfortable things.

I lifted my mother's head, which was tilted back, revealing her eyes tightly closed beneath her arched eyebrows. Her sexy, pink

lips were slightly parted, as if begging for food. I leaned in to kiss her lips, about to

extend my tongue to explore her mouth, when a delicate tongue counterattacked. Her tongue

darted and danced in my mouth, entwining and battling with mine, thirstily

sucking For a moment, I found myself in control.

Under my influence, my body and breath acted like the best aphrodisiac for her, the effects of her bodily fluids

intensified . After our French kiss, she seemed to have a boost, both her mouths desperately consuming me.

Above and below, my mother and I were intimately connected, completely immersed in each other.

I had never been so close to my mother since birth, and for a moment, I felt I had reached the highest

level of spiritual and physical intimacy. My mother seemed to feel the same way, equally immersed in the moment.

I don't know how much time passed, but a wave of intoxicating pleasure washed over my body. My penis, tireless,

thrust relentlessly into my mother's vagina, simultaneously ejaculating a large amount of semen into her body, thoroughly washing over her vagina

and uterus. My mother let out a long moan, holding me tightly, enjoying an unprecedentedly wonderful experience.

After ejaculating, I remained immersed in the afterglow for over a minute before coming back to my senses. My enhanced penis

was still erect inside my mother's vagina. To me, her vagina seemed tailor-made for my penis

; it perfectly occupied every inch of space, and all the semen

was trapped inside her delicate uterus. I wondered if this would make her pregnant.

The thought of my beautiful mother carrying my child filled me with excitement, but then I remembered that my mother

hadn't eaten properly, and a sense of pity washed over me.

"Current mission can be completed. Complete and awaken the target?"

"No."

I had already made up my mind; this wasn't over yet.

"Mommy, come on, open your mouth~"

I coaxed my mother, who seemed to have little self-control and only acted on instinct, like I was soothing a child. She obediently

opened her mouth. Afraid she'd choke if she swallowed without chewing, I chewed something for her first, then

fed her mouth-to-mouth.

At that moment, I couldn't help but think back to how my mother never fed me like this when I was little, and yet I was

repaying her in this way now that I was grown up. Even lambs kneel to suckle, and crows feed their parents—this is just like it.

It would probably be more

convincing .

After feeding my mother, she instinctively

writhed , her vagina contracting and squeezing my penis, which aroused my lust. I pressed her

down on the table and began to thrust into her vigorously, gently biting one of her nipples as I did so. My penis returned to

its place from infancy, and my mouth rekindled the nourishment my mother had given me. I worked hard,

sweating profusely …

After ejaculating inside her once more, I pulled my penis out. The pent-up

semen inside her found its outlet, and thick, white fluid began to gush out from between her labia.

Seeing this, I frowned. Subconsciously, the desire to keep the seed of

life influenced me. I used the system's energy to modify her body again,

causing a slight change in her uterine structure so that the semen could be absorbed and prevented from flowing out.

This kind of modification requires more energy than simply adjusting sensitivity, quickly

consuming more than half of the remaining energy. However, seeing the semen flowing from my mother's vagina being slowly drawn back in, and thinking of her

slightly swollen, white abdomen, beneath which lay her uterus filled with my semen, the slight pang of heartache disappeared.

After dealing with the semen issue, I inserted my penis into my mother's mouth. In her dazed state, she

sucked and licked it like any other food I had fed her, even gently biting it a few times. I resisted

the urge . Once she had completely sucked up the remaining liquid on my penis, I pulled it out.

As expected, when my penis entered my mother's mouth, I heard the system notification sound again.

"[Target: Li Qiuping] First time cultivating oral sex attribute, energy reward gained."

At times like this, I always found the system's harsh notification sound incredibly pleasant, because it meant that my mother

had another virgin territory reserved for me.

After considering how to proceed next, I carefully prepared myself.

"Wake her up."

As I finished speaking, Mom slowly began to wake up.

Unsurprisingly, she

ignored the abnormal situation of her undressed, disheveled body and my naked, erect, monstrous penis. She simply tasted the inexplicable liquid in her mouth and accepted

the memories of her 'sleep' that came back to her mind.

With my simplified mind-reading ability, I could tell that Mom had just been in a daze,

and what she had imagined during that daze was being intimate with her own son, indulging in pleasure. This made her

extremely ashamed and angry. How could she have such thoughts... Moreover... the ecstatic pleasure she had imagined

still lingered in her body, something she couldn't forget. This made her even more uncomfortable, and she even began to doubt her own

potential as one of those shameless women who seduce their sons into bed.

Feeling the mud and soreness in her lower body, Mom was ashamed and indignant, thinking that she had only fantasized about doing those

things with her son, and that this had caused her to ejaculate. She cursed her own body for being so weak. Although she hadn't been with her husband for a long time, she

couldn't possibly have such feelings for her son, could she?

Meanwhile, I sensed that Mom's feelings for me had subtly increased, and considering her general state of mind, I was almost

overjoyed.

"I was going to... do some housework, but somehow... I suddenly feel a little tired... Mom will go back and lie down

for a while."

Mom was about to get up when she felt her legs go weak and her body go limp. If I hadn't

caught her quickly, she would have fallen to the ground.

"Mom, you're like this... let me help you back."

"Okay."

Mom's feelings were complicated now. She had stormed out of the bedroom last night, and now she was being helped back. Did that

seem like a sign of weakness? She didn't feel she was in the wrong, but she was unwell and needed to rest. Lying on

the sofa wouldn't allow her to rest well.

After Mom had been thinking about this for a while, she realized that I wasn't helping her back to the master bedroom, but to my

room .

"Mom, Dad drank a little last night, and he smells strongly of alcohol. I'm worried you won't get enough rest. Why don't you lie down here for

a while ?"

"Okay, sure."

My 'thoughtful' gesture touched Mom quite a bit, but thinking about how her son was so filial, and how she could

fantasize about such things and even enjoy it, she felt genuinely ashamed. Then Mom remembered the night I

masturbated her in bed. At the time, she thought it was just her unfilial son having inappropriate thoughts, but she never imagined she

would . How could she have the face to scold someone, especially such a filial and considerate son?

After covering Mom with a blanket, I left the room, opened the laptop hidden in the study, and ran

a small program. Instantly, the screen displayed the scene in my room.

Since obtaining the system a few days ago, although it's a wicked system whose main function is sex, it's

still a system, and it has some ability to make me a little money. So I bought some auxiliary tools,

including these pinhole cameras installed in various rooms, which allow me to see Mom's condition at a glance.

My mother, lying on my bed, tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep. After I modified her with the system,

my scent held a primal attraction for her, making it difficult for her to suppress her desires.

Now, lying in my bed, she was undoubtedly surrounded by my scent, making it impossible for her to sleep peacefully.

My mother subconsciously sniffed, suddenly noticing a different scent. Following the smell,

she discovered the source was right under my pillow.

"This…"

My mother gasped when she saw what was under the pillow. It was

a set of underwear and a matching pair of stockings that she had lost a few days ago. She had worn them and put them in the bathroom to wash, but

then couldn't find them. Now they were here with me, along with large patches of white liquid

residue on the underwear and stockings. What I had done with them was obvious.

My mother was somewhat embarrassed and annoyed, and considered scolding me as she had that day, but she quickly dismissed the idea. Firstly,

her impression of me had improved considerably over the past few days; secondly, she herself had just had those shameful thoughts, so how could she

blame her son? Thirdly… the smell of my semen on her underwear ignited

the already pent-up lust within her.

Now, even my mother was losing control of her own body. Looking at the semen on her underwear,

she involuntarily fantasized about her son wrapping his large penis in thin panties,

rubbing it hard against her underwear, and finally ejaculating a large amount of semen on it.

Thinking of this, the mother's lower body secreted even more fluid. She couldn't help but fantasize about wearing this

lingerie and stockings, being brutally penetrated by her son's large penis through her panties,

forcing it into her vagina through the alluring but flimsy lace panties. He would tear the poor panties in a few strokes, directly fucking

the place where his mother gave birth to him, and then sending billions of healthy sperm back to his mother's uterus during ovulation as a reward.

The son's strong, large penis not only conquered his mother's vagina and uterus, but even her feet were covered in the black stockings that policewomen wore

on duty . He would use his penis to give her two delicate feet a meticulous massage,

thrusting into them from top to bottom, and then ejaculate inside the stockings. In the end, the area under the black stockings was like a small water bag, filled with the

semen that her son had given her as a filial offering for soaking her feet. As for her breasts, which were originally the son's food when he was young,

they became his sex toys to play with as he grew up. He would lick and bite them with his tongue, and rape them with his penis, using every means possible.

Just as Mom awoke from her fantasy, ashamed of her lewd thoughts, she discovered that she had unknowingly

put on the semen-stained underwear and stockings. The crotch of her panties, which should have been covered in semen, was now

pressed against her vaginal opening by her slender hand, which she had been using to masturbate.

To her despair, her body, especially her vagina, involuntarily emitted a suction force, absorbing all the semen

it touched .

At this point, Mom had no reason left; she couldn't control herself, hugging my blanket and

inserting her fingers into her vagina, moving them...

Chapter Four:

Since that day, the relationship between Mom and me developed rapidly. Unlike the deep bond between

a mother , there was a rather subtle feeling. Even when I wasn't unconscious/semi-conscious,

I could sometimes be a little closer to Mom.

I woke up in the morning, still half-asleep, and walked out of my room in my pajamas. Seeing my mother's slender figure cooking in the kitchen,

I couldn't resist going over and hugging her from behind.

"Mmm...you child, always causing trouble for your mother,"

my mother said playfully, her body trembling slightly, but she didn't chase me away. She just lightly slapped my restless hands

as a warning.

After these few days of getting to know each other, I'd figured out some of my mother's little boundaries, so I wasn't worried about

angering her; instead, there was a warm and tender feeling between us.

After breakfast, on my way to school, my mother tried to give me a light kiss on the forehead, but instead of lowering my head as she wished, I

went straight for her lips. Our lips touched briefly, and she gave me a playful scolding.

Seeing that she wasn't really angry, I breathed a sigh of relief; my test had succeeded again. Although

I had kissed my mother's lips dozens of times while she was unconscious these past few days, the

pleasure I felt when she was conscious still filled me with a sense of accomplishment and a forbidden thrill.

Using my mind-reading ability to gauge her general emotions, I could tell that she instinctively didn't reject physical contact with me

; in fact, she quite wanted more. However, reason and her maternal dignity made her realize she couldn't

go any further.

Every day after school, I would rush home, as many exciting things

awaited me…

“Mom, I'm home!”

When I got home, my mother wasn't there to greet me as usual. I waited anxiously at home,

but there was no response to my calls, which made me uneasy.

Thankfully, an hour later, I heard the sound of a key opening the door. My mother, dressed in a police uniform, skirt, and black stockings,

pushed open the door and walked in. A beautiful and charming mature policewoman immediately appeared before me, her

expression showing excitement despite her weariness.

After my mother explained, I learned that she had been involved in apprehending a difficult criminal, which was why she was back so late.

The good news was that the operation went smoothly, and the mission was successfully completed. I

was quite unhappy that my mother was going on such a dangerous mission , but I couldn't bring myself to say anything to criticize her. For some reason, looking at her alluring figure and proud

expression, a surge of lust welled up inside me. The system, which hadn't been active for days, suddenly popped up a mission:

[Mission: Humiliate a Career-Driven Young Policewoman]

[Mission Description: She's going on a dangerous mission, yet she's dressed so beautifully and sexily. Doesn't she

realize how much attention she'll attract? If the mission fails and she falls into the hands of a criminal, guess what will happen?]

[Mission Hint: Humiliate the target in a semi-conscious state. The target will mistake you

for a criminal to be apprehended.]

Suddenly, my mother, who was in the midst of her excitement, became blurry-eyed, and her body went limp on the sofa.

After spending a full minute figuring out how to properly torment my mother, I grabbed a rope and

walked towards her.

"No…don't come any closer…"

My mother murmured, barely able to speak, as she sensed my approach, offering only weak resistance. I tied

the rope around my mother's armpits, leaving a section near the center of gravity. With a strong pull,

my mother's body sat up like a puppet on strings. With a little more force, even her buttocks

lifted . After testing it, I felt it was sturdy enough.

Satisfied, I loosened the rope, grabbed my mother's stockinged feet, and pulled her body flat. I carried her to the clothes rack on the balcony in a princess carry

, trying to tie the rope to the rack. The carrying position already occupied my hands, and I

couldn't free them after several attempts. So, I had to make my mother lie on the cold floor for a while. I adjusted

the height of the clothes rack, put one arm around my mother's waist, and let her feet support her weight. I slowly turned her into a standing position.

My mother 's body leaned against me, but her head was tilted back, and her beautiful hair hung down behind her. In this position, my mother's

breasts were pressed tightly against my upper abdomen. Even through her bra, I could still feel the softness of her breasts.

With my other hand, I wrapped the strap around the hanger, and once I felt a firm grip, I released my arms from around my mother's waist. Using both hands

together , I "hung" my mother's body onto the hanger, then tied a knot in the opposite direction to secure her. Because the hanger

was lowered quite low, my mother's feet weren't dangling in the air. I turned the hand crank on the hanger, slowly raising my mother like fishing

. First, the pressure was applied to her armpits, forcing her shoulders to hunch. Then, her spine was pulled

and straightened. As my mother's body rose, her beautiful legs gradually came together from a spread-out position,

then straightened and joined, her beautiful feet slowly dragged across the floor until finally, her

toes pointed downwards, dangling in the air. This suspended posture of my mother was different from the spread-out posture of Western women in EWP, somewhat subverting my understanding.

Perhaps it's because East Asian women's body structure differs from Western women's, and my mother isn't the type with large breasts and wide hips; her

hip circumference isn't large. Therefore, when she was suspended, her legs were together. This difference perhaps reflects

the distinction between Eastern reserved beauty and Western sensuality. The clothes hanger was of good quality; even now, fully supporting my mother's weight of over 100 pounds,

the wire remained tightly twisted when the hand crank was released.

The beautiful policewoman, suspended low from the ground, her pointed toes only about 1-2 centimeters off the ground,

held my mother's delicate chin in one hand and kissed her small, playful lips. Although my mother was

semi-conscious, she vaguely sensed that she had fallen into the hands of a criminal and naturally resisted. However, her

slight resistance seemed more like a reluctant acceptance. After what seemed like an eternity, even as my mother's eyes grew

increasingly glazed over, I finally let out a long sigh, opened my eyes, and looked at the policewoman hanging limply before me. Her

head drooped to her chest, her entire body tied to a clothes hanger, her beautiful feet squeezed into sandals—

a perfect scene of blatant sex and violence.

I crouched down, slipped my head under her skirt, and looked up. I tore

a hole in the crotch of her pantyhose, and was surprised to find that she wasn't wearing any underwear.

"Dressed so provocatively, coming here alone to get yourself killed without even wearing underwear, were you already prepared to be fucked?"

"That...that is..."

my mother murmured, her face flushing. Through my mind-reading ability, I vaguely guessed that my mother had

been tempted by me to masturbate during work hours, getting her underwear wet, and had simply taken it off. I never expected it would become

the subject of her humiliation by a 'thug.'

After repeated teasing, fluid continued to flow from my mother's vagina. I placed my hands on my mother's plump buttocks...

I roughly rubbed and slapped her, still verbally attacking her.

"You get wet with the slightest touch, and you still say no? You slutty policewoman who offered herself up to be fucked!"

My mother sobbed. Her already blank brain, on the verge of

unconsciousness She only slightly twisted her body, seemingly resisting yet welcoming my actions.

My fingers were again probing and rubbing my mother's buttocks and anus, even spreading her anus open. I inserted

my fingers , enjoying the acupressure around her anus for a while, admiring my birth mother's anus, before straightening up

.

"Officer Qiuping, I'm going to insert it now."

"No..."

Ignoring her weak resistance, I slowly pressed my already swollen penis against my mother's wet vaginal opening.

After the tip of my penis entered her vagina, I stopped inserting it. Instead, I straightened my mother's body and turned

the hand crank on the clothes hanger, lowering it slightly. My mother, who was tied to the hanger, lowered along with it, and her vagina

naturally swallowed my penis whole.

"Mmm...so full..."

"Hehe, your mouth says no, but your little mouth is willingly taking my penis in."

"No...not like that..."

Under my teasing words, my mother, who had little ability to think, mumbled incoherently, which excited me even

more. I thrust forward forcefully, and my thick penis slowly entered my mother's vagina. I felt the narrowness and

tightness of the vaginal opening, not only because my mother's muscles were tense, but also because my penis was stimulated under special circumstances.

My penis was tightly surrounded by that tender flesh. I slowly withdrew from the policewoman's body and then forcefully

inserted it . As I inserted it, I felt the tip of my penis reach the bottom, which further aroused my animalistic desires.

Like a madman, I lifted and spread my mother's legs, exposing her vulva completely to my view.

Then, I thrust my penis rapidly and forcefully into her. My penis ravaged the mature woman's body

, experiencing intense pleasure in her tight vagina. My mother succumbed more and more to my violation, her

long legs unconsciously wrapping around my waist.

"Mmm...oh...ah...so fast...I'm going to come..."

Hearing my mother's suppressed but barely audible moans, I felt my penis become even harder,

and my hips moved even faster, as if to release all the pent-up fantasies about women and my infatuation with my mother over the years

. Suddenly, a tingling sensation came from the head of my penis, followed by an urge to ejaculate. My penis,

with its remaining strength, repeatedly pierced the vaginal walls, thrusting dozens of times before finally erupting with all its might inside my mother's vagina.

"Current task can be completed. Complete and awaken the target?"

"No."

After a moment, looking at my mother, who was hanging limply on the clothes rack, looking pitiful, the urge in my body

reawakened . I went around behind my mother, lifted her drooping skirt and placed it on her back, instantly

revealing a snow-white buttock to me. Hidden above her full vulva in the cleft of her buttocks was

the policewoman's pure anus. I believe that if she were conscious, she would never let any man see this.

I swallowed again. To see more clearly, I used trembling hands to spread her buttocks apart, one on each side.

A beautiful anus finally appeared before me. Circles of markings radiated out from the center. Due to

her death the color was pale pink, with a few anal hairs mixed in around the edges. Such a beautiful and sexy young woman

with her buttocks sticking out in front of me was unbearable.

"Qiuping... you slutty policewoman... I'm going to punish your horny ass!"

Still immersed in the afterglow of her orgasm, Mom didn't respond, only letting out a few inexplicable nasal sounds.

Unable to resist, I straightened up, applied lubricant to my glans, and then some to Mom's anus and

inner walls. Holding Mom's hips with both hands, I spread her buttocks apart with my thumbs, pressing my hot glans against her

anus. The small, egg-sized glans hesitated for a while before finally meeting! With a thrust,

"plop," I finally squeezed my glans into Mom's anus.

Mom threw her head back and let out a long, soft moan. Her anus clenched tightly, almost making me ejaculate.

I thought, this won't do, we haven't even started yet! So I calmed myself, took a deep breath, and pushed my hips, allowing my

penis, lubricated by the glycerin, to slowly penetrate deep into her rectum. The tight, hot sensation was

indescribable . My mother's anus was much tighter than her vagina. The warm, tight passage gripped my penis so tightly

that I almost ejaculated again. I steadied myself and pushed in forcefully, all the way to the base of my penis. Finally,

I reached the bottom My mother's anus was so long and tight! I took a breath, held my mother's snow-white buttocks with both hands, and

slowly began to thrust in and out of her anus. Then, with my left hand, I grabbed my mother's long hair, pulled up her face, which

was flushed with desire but unconscious, and kissed her. My right hand reached around to her chest, grabbed one of her large breasts, and squeezed it hard. My large

penis thrust into this beautiful policewoman from behind.

At first, my mother was a little uncomfortable, but after being penetrated for a while, she got used to it and began to enjoy it. My penis

was going in and out of her anus, my left hand was moving back and forth like holding a rein, and I would occasionally use my right hand to reach up to her chest and caress and squeeze her

firm breasts. My mother let out moans of varying lengths with my movements.

I then lifted my mother's feet upside down, poking the toes of her sandals against my legs, admiring

the mature woman's soles that the narrow soles of the sandals couldn't conceal. At this moment, the mature policewoman's most shameful anus was being brutally

violated by the thug's penis. If this had happened to her when she was conscious, a reserved woman would probably have committed suicide, or

perhaps killed me first and then killed herself. But my mother at this moment had no such awareness; instead, she seemed to be enjoying it,

which excited me greatly and filled me with a desire to conquer.

After my penis had thrust in and out of my mother's tight, narrow, and hot anus more than two hundred times, I was really

about to ejaculate again! I subconsciously pulled my mother's long hair back tightly, my penis deeply inserted to the end of her anus,

my body shuddered, and streams of hot semen sprayed into the beautiful policewoman's anus, wave after wave of

orgasms , ejaculating again and again. Finally, my penis gradually softened, and I pulled it out of my mother's anus. I let

her hair down with my left hand, squatted down, and looked at my spoils. My mother's anus, unable to close as before after I penetrated it, was wide open,

a fleshy hole the size of a ballpoint pen, from which a stream of pure white, sticky fluid slowly flowed.

The policewoman, her clothes still intact, had her hair disheveled on the hanger, and semen dripped from her anus, running down her thighs.

It was as if she were weeping for her virgin body after it had been defiled. Her buttocks, white and rosy, were flawless,

like a fine jade carving, exquisite and translucent. Her small, angular labia were always parted, as if

crying for help, making one want to bite them immediately. Smooth, tender thighs, smooth, delicate calves, full, plump

buttocks , a shapely, tall, and well-proportioned figure. I simply picked up my camera and took pictures in various poses.

The thought of a dignified policewoman being played with and photographed by a thug was thrilling.

I freed my mother from the clothes rack and carried her to the sofa where she had been before losing consciousness.

"Wake her up,"

my mother slowly awoke, still lying prone on the sofa. I sat beside her, watching her eyes shift

from confusion to fear, finally becoming somewhat hesitant, before she suddenly threw herself into my arms.

"Baby...Mommy...Mommy just had a nightmare... Waaah...Mommy was...was...bullied by

bad people ."

I patted my mother's shoulders and back to comfort her, then tenderly pulled her onto my lap, letting her

straddle my legs. I held her tightly in my arms like I would a daughter, subtly pressing

my erect penis between her thighs, enjoying the feeling of being pressed.

"Mommy, I'm here. Don't be afraid, I'll protect you." Seeing my mother's

vulnerable side, like a little girl, filled me with love. I gently stroked her hair,

promising her in a deep but firm voice, then lightly kissed her lips, as if to express my will.

My mother cried, tears streaming down her face. I kissed her face repeatedly, licking away all the tears,

finally penetrating her lips with a soft, warm kiss.

Under my series of actions, Mom was clearly aroused as well. Her body

reacted instantly to even the slightest touch, and she lowered her guard, kissing me passionately while unconsciously

writhing in my arms. Especially since we were both naked from the previous passionate encounter, my erect

penis pressed against her dewy vulva, making her breathing heavier.

If I were to insert my penis now, Mom certainly wouldn't refuse, but after some consideration, I abandoned

this tempting thought. There would be plenty of opportunities to do that; I should focus on how to use this opportunity to get

more . With

a gentle push, Mom's body separated from mine. After a brief moment of confusion and bewilderment, she finally snapped out of her arousal

, her face flushing red, and she dared not look me in the eye.

I used my mind-reading ability to probe my mother's thoughts. At this moment, my mother was quite shy about her earlier passionate desire to do "that" with

her son , feeling guilty, but on the other hand, she was also somewhat... savoring

the feeling of my penis against her vagina, and feeling a little disappointed that she hadn't been penetrated.

"Mom, don't be sad, it was just a dream, don't take it seriously. Besides, with me here, no one can do anything bad to

you .

" "Hmm..."

I pretended not to know what my mother was struggling with, so as not to embarrass her.

"Mom, you've been tired all day, and your feet must be sore from walking so much. Let me massage your feet."

My mother felt her feet and indeed they were a little tired, so she didn't resist and let me pull her two beautiful feet

in stockings , pull off her shoes, and her perfect, white feet fell into my hands without any resistance. I then

carefully examined these beautiful feet. The skin between my mother's toes was delicate, and her heels and soles were also very soft.

I couldn't help but kiss these soft feet wrapped in black stockings.

"No... that's dirty."

"Mom's not dirty, I love everything about you."

Mom's feet were soft and smooth like cotton, her toes were tender and white, and I couldn't resist taking them into my mouth. I knelt down and started sucking on each

toe . Although she had been working all day, her feet didn't

feel unbearable; instead, they had a fragrance that excited me. My tongue wandered between Mom's beautiful toes,

licking her soft, fragrant feet, as if I were washing the feet of a beautiful policewoman with my saliva.

Mom's feet, which I had modified to be three times more sensitive than normal genitals, were being played with like this,

bringing her countless shameful pleasures. However, being massaged by her son, her body was shamelessly

aroused in front of him, causing her to feel so ashamed that she almost fainted.

Then I stood up, picked up Mom's lovely silk-stockinged feet, and rubbed them back and forth on my erect penis

. Her soft soles and arches felt like a massage for my penis, making it grow even thicker with each touch.

Especially her taut, slender, and delicate toes; the pleasure was intense the moment they brushed against my glans. I held

my mother 's jade-like feet and slowly moved them, rubbing and kneading them against my neck, chest, and lower abdomen, indulging in the pleasure of playing with these

beautiful policewoman feet encased in stockings. Then I brought my mother's jade-like feet to my mouth and licked them passionately. My tongue grazed the tender

soles and smooth toes; the alluring taste was irresistible, and my mother moaned softly as I played with her.

I pulled my mother's legs together, making her beautiful feet clamp my penis tightly between them, and

began to stroke her rapidly up and down. The gap between her feet seemed to form a new genital 'foot hole.'

My large penis thrust fiercely between the delicate soles of her silk-stockinged feet, wantonly violating her foot hole. My penis

enjoyed increasingly intense pleasure between her beautiful feet. Finally, I closed her legs and ejaculated onto her

silk-stockinged feet, the streams of semen hitting her sensitive soles, stimulating her and sending

her orgasm.

"Mom, how was my massage...?"

I asked with a wicked smile. My mother's face still held the afterglow of her orgasm, she gave a childish hum,

and turned her face away, not letting me see her flushed face.

Chapter Six:

After settling the accounts for this mission, I excitedly sorted through the rewards I had received.

As my system rating increased, more permissions were unlocked. After this mission,

a new option appeared on the system panel: exchanging energy for more uses of hypnotic abilities. Thinking of the world modulation mode's

power to manipulate minds so arbitrarily, I couldn't help but feel excited.

Although the energy cost was relatively high, my previous missions had accumulated enough to exchange for it. Moreover,

using this would undoubtedly help me better complete other system missions to earn energy, preventing me

from running out of money .

I couldn't resist exchanging for it once, but instead of immediately hypnotizing my mother into my possession, I went after my father...

A few days passed...

Because of what happened last time, the ambiguous atmosphere between my mother and me escalated to its peak.

Although knew it was wrong, she was irresistibly attracted to my body after being "modified" and couldn't

bring herself to give it up.

Although, for various reasons, we haven't actually had sex while my mother was sober, I've defiled other parts of her body, such as

her beautiful breasts and feet, countless times. My mother

suffers psychological torment under this forbidden pleasure and the guilt of immorality. Although she resists

the tempting thought of directly inserting my large penis into her vagina, playing around with the edges is completely acceptable and enjoyable for her.

In the past few days, some settings I've made for my father have also gradually taken effect, and ripples have

finally .

"You won't even let me sleep here, what are you going to do back here?"

"You..."

Hearing the arguing coming from the master bedroom, I couldn't help but smirk.

Thanks to the system's constantly enhanced 'rejection' function, the fact that Mom hadn't decisively divorced Dad and severed all ties was already

a blessing from their past deep affection. As for sharing a bed, she would never let Dad touch her

, but she herself didn't realize that there was anything abnormal about this.

"Didn't you like to move out to sleep? If you like sleeping outside, then go sleep outside."

"You... fine... I'm leaving! I'll sleep on the sofa!"

Mom and Dad argued for a while, and Mom rushed out of the bedroom with tears in her voice. I felt it was about time for me

to make my .

"Dad, how could you make Mom sleep on the sofa?"

"Don't interfere. Do you think I need my son to teach me how to do things?"

"This... Mom, don't sleep on the sofa, go sleep in my room."

I tried to persuade her, but after being scolded by Dad, I stopped trying and instead helped the heartbroken Mom up.

"Listen to this, your son has a much better conscience than you."

"Then don't sleep with me anymore, let your son sleep with you instead."

"What kind of nonsense are you spouting?!"

Dad seemed to have lost his temper, shouting angry words that completely enraged Mom.

"Fine, you can't touch my body even once from now on."

Mom was heartbroken over Dad's actions. With my help, she sat on the sofa and calmed down for a long time. Her expression kept changing

as she thought of something. Finally, her face flushed, she gritted her teeth and walked straight into the storage room.

After a while, I heard Mom calling softly, so I went over.

Opening the storage room door, I saw Mom had taken out her wedding dress from when she married Dad. She was wearing it,

but not the inner lining. A thin white veil covered her naked body, revealing her voluptuous figure through the

white haze. She was also wearing white lace stockings and high heels that matched the wedding dress.

Her face was flushed as she looked at me. My mother stretched out her hands to me, and I immediately understood her meaning .

I picked her up in a princess carry,

just like my father carried my mother in our wedding photo, and carried her to my room. After closing the door, I began to admire her freely . "Isn't Mom pretty?" "Pretty." As soon as I finished speaking, my mother pounced on me, her delicate body in her wedding dress pressing against mine . Her lips, freshly touched up with lipstick, were vibrant and sensual, and I kissed them passionately, our tongues over each other. "Mmm... when you were little, you especially liked to mark things. You had to leave a deep " my mother said, her lips parting from mine, our bodies still intertwined, a smile on her face as she reminisced. "From now on... Mom... is yours too... how do you want to mark it..." she said, extending a slender hand to grasp my monstrous erection, guiding it to her wet entrance , speaking provocatively. At this sight, I couldn't restrain myself. I flipped my mother over, pinning her beneath me and taking the initiative. I straightened my penis, aimed it thrust it in. With a soft "plop ," my thick, long member disappeared. "Ah...it's in...so big...it's going to pierce through me with my son's..." Accompanied by her moans, I vigorously plowed into the tall, sexy body of the bride, who was wearing a wedding dress. Her pair of shapely long, white-stockinged legs swung wildly under my thrusting. I simply grabbed one of my mother's white-stockinged legs and put it in my mouth. I took out my parents' wedding photo and placed it beside me. In the photo, my mother and father stood together , their expressions serious, but they looked truly happy. My mother, now beneath me, had a blissful and comfortable expression, constantly emitting satisfied moans as my huge penis ravaged her. I sincerely admire my father and mother's love, and I'm also grateful to my father for giving my mother to me. From today onwards, I will truly take on my father's role, using the penis that grew from her body to take good care of her, making her even more radiant under my care. "Mom, which penis is better, mine or Dad's?" Hearing my question, my mother and I exchanged a glance, and she understood what I meant. Her voice grew louder. "Much...much bigger...than your father's useless...thing..." Listening to my mother's soft moans, I picked her up from the bed and held her in my arms, still with my penis inside her. I walked step by step to the door, pressed my mother's body against the door, and fucked her hard, letting her moans carry even further. "Does it feel good when I fuck Mom?" "It feels good... faster... I'm about to go to heaven... my little hole is going to be... penetrated by my son's penis... not just down there... Mom's breasts... feet... ass... I want my son to... play with them until they're ruined... ahh ..." Hearing Mom's passionate declaration, I kissed her lips, sucking on her sweet tongue that she offered, while my lower body thrust desperately in a deep French kiss, pressing against Mom's clitoris, injecting my thick semen into Mom 's flower garden, the place where I was born. "Qiuping, sexy Mom, I'm back." After thrusting in and out of Mom's body for a long time, the door behind Mom couldn't withstand the violent impact. After I ejaculated, in order to get the greatest pleasure, I thrust harder and harder, and it was actually forced open from the inside. I quickly lowered my center of gravity and took two steps forward dissipate the force. Fortunately, I reacted in time and didn't fall to the ground while holding Mom. "Ah... Dad... how could you..."

Just seeing Dad standing in the doorway, looking panicked, one hand still clutching his

penis, which was speckled with white spots, I could tell what he had just been doing…

Looking at Dad's shame and remorse, and Mom's astonishment and disdain, I couldn't help but smile. This

drama I had orchestrated was only just reaching its climax.

Chapter Six:

Three months later, one morning.

Waking up naturally after a long time made me a little unaccustomed. Feeling my erect penis pushing up

the blanket I couldn't help but laugh and scold,

"No more morning biting today, so behave yourself."

Although I said it, there was no regret or sadness on my face; instead, there was a hint of anticipation

and smugness.

Having used Mom's body as utensils, I was a little unaccustomed to using normal bowls and chopsticks, but thankfully I hadn't

regressed to a primitive state. I quickly finished breakfast. Although breakfast was optional for me,

thinking about the upcoming battle, it was better to replenish my nutrition.

After dinner, I put on a smart suit and drove to the suburbs.

In that scenic area stood a sacred church, where my parents had their

wedding.

Even the church, so sacred, couldn't escape the influence of a more mysterious force. After accumulating

energy for a long time, I finally had enough to perform a large-scale, barrier-like hypnosis. In the church today, I was

undoubtedly the protagonist and the master of everything.

Upon entering the church, I found quite a few people already there for the ceremony. Besides my parents, dressed in a suit and wedding dress,

looking , there was only a group of unfamiliar women watching. Driven

by my wicked sense of humor and some ulterior motives, a large number of attractive women were inexplicably drawn to the church, politely leaving their

extra clothing at the entrance before entering to watch the ceremony.

There were young mothers strolling in the park with strollers, teenage girls shopping with their boyfriends,

and devout female worshippers, all seated in their places, using the distributed vibrators and other sex

toys on themselves. The rising and falling moans added a perfect accompaniment to the wedding.

"Dad, Mom, I'm here,"

I whispered to my parents. My father smiled and nodded, while my mother seemed inexplicably shy. Then

her actions made me understand the meaning of her shyness.

My mother removed her wedding dress piece by piece and placed it into

the blazing fireplace that had been prepared beforehand. The flames engulfed the beautiful white gown instantly.

Soon, my mother was completely naked, displaying her mature and voluptuous body to

her son . The wedding dress that my parents wore when they got married was burned to ashes in the sacred hall. Having done all this, my mother seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, as if she had been freed from an invisible shackle

. In my eyes, her entire demeanor seemed to rise. This sense of transcendence grew stronger as my mother began to wear a new wedding dress , until she looked at me shyly with her beautiful eyes in the sexy gown. This was my mother's wedding; she was striving to wash away the marks of the past, truly belonging only to me. The simple ceremony had few formalities, and my father acted as our priest and officiant . "Do you truly and sincerely become the possession of your son, dedicating your body to him for life, using every part of your body to please him?" "I do." "Do you truly and sincerely become the master of your mother, satisfying your desires on her body, exploring every inch of her body with your penis and semen ?" "I do." "Please insert your penis, representing integrity and honesty, into your vagina filled with love and kindness!" As my father read the vows, I pulled my penis out of my pants and pressed it against my mother's vulva . My mother's face was flushed, but her eyes were filled with happiness and excitement. "This insertion signifies responsibility and obligation to your mother's body, it signifies courage condemnation. Are you ready?" Hearing my father's final reminder, and under my mother's expectant gaze, I thrust forward, my penis firmly and powerfully penetrating her already moistened vagina. "Yin and Yang unite, body and soul are connected, the ceremony is complete!" The spectators applauded enthusiastically following my father's announcement. In this sacred and beautiful atmosphere, I finally possessed my mother's entire being. If the system panel could view target information, my mother's attributes would probably be at their maximum...

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