Hip Hop Hot Mom Part 1

(I)

My name is Lin Zhenping, and I am a teenager who loves hip-hop culture.
Ever since I listened to Eminem's rap songs, I have fallen madly in love with this rebellious, self-centered culture.
Although I have heard many older people say that hip-hop culture is a subculture product of African Americans, for me, hip-hop is everything, even the center of my life. I find it hard to imagine what the meaning of my life would be without hip-hop.
However, whenever I wear a loose tank top, baggy pants, and cool Jordan basketball shoes, ready to go shopping or breakdancing with my friends, if my beautiful but strict mother sees me, she will first scold me, and then force me to take off this cool outfit and put on clothes that she thinks look good, but I think look terrible, before she will let me go out.
"Lin Zhenping! Look at you! Why are you dressed like this again? Are your balls too big or your penis too long? Or are you afraid Mom won't have money to buy you new clothes, so you buy clothes that are all this size too? Or do you think you're still a child and will grow taller every day? Let me tell you, stop dreaming! The parts that are supposed to develop have already developed, stop thinking about things that aren't there!"
"Please! Mom... I'm already sixteen! It's my business how I dress, and besides, this is the most fashionable way for young people to dress these days. I think you've been out of touch with your teenage years for too long, so you don't understand the world of teenagers at all?"
"Oh, oh, oh! Sixteen years old is all that matters! I gave birth to you when I was seventeen, and raised you to this age... and you didn't even say thank you, and you dare to call me an old woman! If I had known you would treat me like this, I should have had an abortion when I was pregnant with you, you unfilial son, so you wouldn't have ruined me like this today!"
These are the kinds of conversations I often hear between my mom and me in daily life. Although I don't entirely agree with my mother's views, it's undeniable that no matter how much she disapproves of me, I am still her only child, the only son she gave birth to after ten months of pregnancy.
To be honest, I've never seen my father since I was born. When I was still young and ignorant, whenever I asked about my father's whereabouts, I was met with either my mother's heartbroken face or her harsh scolding, which deeply hurt my young heart.
Later, when I was a little older, I learned from my maternal grandparents that my heartless father, whom I had never met and who was only eighteen at the time, suddenly disappeared without a trace after learning that my mother was pregnant with me.
So, the sixteen-year-old girl, still in school, had to drop out and stay home to give birth because of me, this unexpected guest. She became an unwed mother, the subject of gossip and negative comments from the neighbors.
Because of this, my mother's attitude towards me has always been unfriendly. I even once doubted whether I was truly her biological son. It wasn't until I learned the truth from my grandparents that I began to feel somewhat relieved and indifferent to my mother's unfriendly attitude.
From then on, no matter how harsh or cold she was towards me, I treated her like a woman throwing a tantrum before her period to relieve her inner turmoil. I would only occasionally talk back to her. My main purpose was simply to uphold my dignity and principles as a man.
Although I often call her "Mom," she's honestly not old at all; on the contrary, she's in the prime of her life, at the most beautiful and charming age.
A woman of thirty-three might still be considered single or newlywed in this era of late marriage; but for a mother with a sixteen-year-old son, she's practically an anomaly in modern society.
But somehow, ever since I started junior high, whenever I see my mom walking past me in a well-tailored suit, three-inch heels, and her sexy hips swaying, my gaze involuntarily lingers on her for several seconds. Then, like a child caught doing something wrong, I blush and lower my head, trying to hide my unease.
Sometimes, when she takes pity on me and brings me a hot lunch to school, and my classmates exclaim in surprise at her beauty and figure, I feel a strange mix of pride and a sour jealousy.
Yes! Jealousy!
I actually feel a surge of intense jealousy when my mom is praised. This is the conclusion I've reached after much reflection over the years, from junior high to high school.
I don't know what this feeling is, but from some classmates who have been in relationships, I've learned that it's a clear manifestation of a sense of enmity towards someone you love. So, in other words, I think I've fallen in love with my mom!
This love isn't the kind of deep, familial love, but rather the passionate
, intertwined affection between two people who are attracted to each other. Knowing this absurd thought, which is unacceptable to society, inexplicably filled me with immense guilt. For months, I was trapped in this agonizing struggle between reality and fantasy.
Although I tried to bury this forbidden love deep within my heart, locking it away and vowing never to open that forbidden door again, I later discovered that the deeper the emotion is buried, the more terrifying its backlash becomes.
From then on, whenever I see my mom, her long, flowing hair fluttering in the breeze, revealing her delicate, oval face, I feel a strange surge of emotion. Her firm, gravity-defying breasts, swaying wildly as she walked, relentlessly assaulted my visual senses, causing my nose to bleed uncontrollably…
“Mom, I’m going to school! I have tutoring tonight, so I’ll be back a little late. You don’t need to prepare dinner for me!”
As usual, I shouted to my mother, who was still painting on her face, in the master bedroom.
My mother glanced at me in the mirror on the dressing table, then said without turning her head, “Oh! Come in for a moment, I’ll get you some money for dinner.”
I glanced at the open door, blushing and feeling guilty, and said, “Mom… no need! I still have a few hundred yuan here, that should be enough for dinner.”
Actually, when I said that, I only had a little over a hundred yuan left in my pocket. If I deducted the bus fare and lunch, my dinner money might only be enough for a bowl of plain noodles and a braised egg.
However, the reason I hesitated to go into my room to get the money today, contrary to my usual behavior, was because I saw my mother sitting brazenly in front of her dressing table, wearing only a sexy, sheer nightgown.
Reflected in the mirror, I could clearly see her magnificent breasts, which swayed slightly with every movement, constantly assaulting my innocent young heart. Her back, partially concealed by the sheer nightgown, fueled countless lewd thoughts.
But what made me feel both shy and excited was that her lower body was covered only by a pair of sexy panties that barely contained her shapely buttocks, swaying back and forth in front of me as she applied her makeup.
Her open behavior treated me like an innocent child; and she shamelessly displayed her mature womanly charm before me.
So, when I saw this alluring and passionate sight, my "little flat" instantly and uncontrollably swelled up. Therefore, to avoid awkwardness between us, I had to tell her a little lie. Otherwise, I was really afraid that I would be controlled by "Lin Xiaoping" and do things I couldn't even imagine.
I don't know if she was testing my willpower or genuinely being foolish. After hearing what I said, she not only ignored me but also stood up from her chair, turned around, and walked towards me.
A pink, sheer, sexy nightgown that barely reached her thighs completely revealed her beautiful, naked body; a thin cotton string with white pom-poms tied around the bottom of her firm breasts made the contrast between her chest and breasts so striking. So much so that after just one glance, my gaze was involuntarily drawn to her magnificent breasts, and I couldn't look away.
And her panties, made of the same material and so small, were cleverly designed so that I could easily see the carefully trimmed pubic hair between her legs, softly clinging to her inner thighs—that secret crevice that drives all men crazy.
Seeing my mother's hot body made my blood rush to my lower body; my previously clear mind went completely blank for a moment, rendering me unable to think independently.
"Aping! Aping! Lin Zhenping!"
"Ah! Mom... what is it?" Under my mother's high-decibel 'Buddhist lion's roar,' I finally snapped out of my daze.
"Staring blankly in broad daylight, didn't you get enough sleep yesterday? Tell me honestly, did you... watch porn again last night?" My mother held money in her hand, but her face was frosty as she asked me seriously.
"Mom! Don't talk nonsense, okay? Ever since you beat me up last time, I haven't dared to watch it again! Fine, I'm in a hurry to get to school today, so I don't want to argue with you. I'm leaving!"
After saying that, I didn't take the money from my mom's hand, slammed the door shut angrily, and walked towards the bus stop without looking back...
"What the hell! Ever since you caught me watching porn the first time, you've been accusing me of secretly watching porn all the time! If you hadn't dressed so provocatively this morning, would I have been so distracted? It's ridiculous!" I stood in front of the bus stop, muttering to myself.
Just as I was still angry about what had just happened, someone suddenly patted me on the back.
"Whoa! Lin Zhenping!"
Startled, I instinctively swung my elbow and shoved the attacker back without turning around, teaching the person who attacked me a lesson, while simultaneously turning around to see who it was.
"Ah! You pervert!"
The price I paid for hearing those words was a sharp slap in my ear; the next second, a burning pain shot through my face.
Under the watchful eyes of passersby, I rubbed my slapped left cheek and roared at the assailant, "Damn it! Zhao Weiling, you attacked me first, and you dare call me a pervert!"
Upon hearing my words, Zhao Weiling immediately blushed and said angrily, "You big pervert, I was
just being nice and greeting you, and you…you…" She lowered her head, blushing, leaving me completely bewildered; I couldn't hear the rest of her words, so I had no idea what she was saying.
However, when I saw her, disregarding the ladylike image a young girl should have, forcefully rubbing her developing breasts in the street and glaring fiercely at me, I finally realized what was
going on. At the same time, the thought flashed through my mind: "This is really serious!"
But since I was still angry about my mother's misunderstanding that morning, although I felt apologetic, I still stubbornly said, "Why are you being so fierce! A girl shouldn't act like a girl at all. How will you ever get married?"
"You...you...Hmph! I'm not talking to you anymore!"
So, under everyone's gaze, Zhao Weiling blushed, stomped her foot, and rushed towards the bus that was speeding towards her, but then braked sharply and stopped precisely at the bus stop, squeezing onto it without even glancing at me again. To avoid further embarrassment, I had no choice but to risk being late and wait for the next bus.
But not long after the bus left, I saw a familiar, plump figure running towards me. Only after he ran up to me and stopped did he pant and say, "Huff...huff! Hey...Ah Ping, it's so good to see you! The car hasn't come yet, has it? I knew I wouldn't be late today, thank God! Amen!"
Looking at his jiggling fat body and his panting appearance, although I felt sorry for him, I still faithfully used my talent for kicking someone when they're down to say to him, "Little Fatty! You're so lucky to have met me today, because you're finally...still destined to be late! Hehehe..."
"What! No way? Whenever I met you before, I was never late...Tell me you're kidding me?" Little Fatty stared at me with wide eyes, looking incredulous.
With a cheerful "let's share the burden" attitude, I said to him, "Good bro...
good buddy, I knew you'd break the Guinness World Record for lateness today, so I specially waited for you here to celebrate your three-month winning streak as the champion of lateness since the start of the semester. How about that, isn't I a good bro for you?"
"Get lost! Do you know that if I'm late for school again today, the drill instructor will give me a minor demerit? But you, you stinky Ah Ping, are still in the mood to joke with me! Tell me honestly, did the bus leave or not?"
Looking at his anxious expression, I scratched my head and pretended to think for a moment before slowly saying to him, "About that... if you had come two minutes earlier, you might have made it... but... now..."
"Damn it! I should have known better than to chat with girls in the video chat room so late last night, now I can't get out of bed this morning!"
"Huh? Did I hear that right?"
I exaggeratedly picked my ear with my little finger, then pretended to be surprised and continued, "With your 'handsome' face, you actually have girls video chatting with you? I seriously doubt you're playing 'take off your pants and stick your dick out' games with a blind man in front of the computer? Girls... I think you'd be better off playing with a man-eating dinosaur girl!"
"Damn! You have no idea what's so special about me. One day when we're alone together, I'll let you see it. I guarantee that after you see it, you'll want to find a knife and turn yourself into 'Invincible East'!"
Looking at his narcissistic and smug expression, I deliberately mocked him, "Hmph! If I really mastered the 'Sunflower Manual,' the first thing I'd do is fill your 'special' area with embroidery needles and see if it can still perform its 'strengths'? I think, given your current 'honest and simple' state, if you continue like this, maybe in the future, when you're having sex with your girlfriend, she..." "I'd have to peel back that layer of fat on your stomach to find that almost invisible 'little earthworm' between your legs!"
Unexpectedly, after hearing this, he suddenly turned ashen-faced and said to me, "Lin Zhenping! You can laugh at my appearance, my physique, but... you absolutely cannot insult this 'good brother' who has shared life and death with me! I want you... to apologize immediately for my male dignity!"
After saying this, he deliberately put his hands on his hips and thrust his lower body towards me, showing his determination to defend his dignity. However, this childish action, performed right there on the street, left me with a feeling of both laughter and tears.
"Come on! Is it that serious? If one day after we compare, you find that I'm better off than you, then I'll just be lucky!"
"Damn! Do you think you're the president giving a speech? Why are you quoting his famous sayings? If you really want to be president, I think you can think about it in your next life!"
Just as he was still brooding over the matter of male dignity, a bus, following the prescribed speed limit, slowly pulled into the station and finally arrived at the boarding area with leisure.
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So I said to him in a relaxed tone, "Alright! Stop arguing with me about the 'Jade Pillar Supporting the Sky King' ranking... If you want to compete, there will be plenty of opportunities in the future. Now, you should think about how to get past the instructor later."
After saying that, I immediately used my slippery, agile movements to easily squeeze onto the waiting shuttle bus. When Little Fatty saw me making a victory sign on the shuttle bus and looking at him smugly, he was not to be outdone. Using his bulky body and sweating profusely, he squeezed onto the bus despite the strange looks from everyone else.
His shameless behavior drew disdainful looks from the strangers on the bus; yet he remained unfazed, displaying an attitude of "what can you do to me?" Seeing his antics forced me to squeeze further inside, desperately trying to pretend I didn't know him and distance myself from him.
But he persisted, continuing to push his way towards me as the bus moved. Caught between a rock and a hard place, I was eventually forced to squeeze next to him.
Just as I was pretending not to know him, glancing at the advertising boards in the carriage, he suddenly whispered to me, "Ah Ping, I just saw your mother on my way here! I wanted to stop and say hello, but she hurriedly got into a Mercedes and drove off, wasting several minutes of my time!"
"What did you say! Say it again!" Hearing his startling words, I involuntarily raised my voice to ask.
It was only when all the strangers in the enclosed carriage cast strange glances in our direction that I realized my embarrassing lapse in composure.
I lowered my head and remained silent until the commotion subsided slightly before whispering, "Are you sure it's my mom? You didn't skip breakfast... so your old eyes are playing tricks on
you?" "Get lost! I'm not that old! Think about it, we've been good neighbors and best friends since childhood, and your mom is so beautiful, how could I possibly be mistaken?"
"That's true... well... did you see who picked her up?"
He pondered for a moment before shaking his head and saying to me, "I didn't notice, because the car disappeared in a flash; and its windows were covered in black grease, I couldn't see anything inside. By the way, your mom... could she have a boyfriend?"
"Impossible! Don't talk nonsense!"

(II)

I raised my voice, once again attracting the attention of those around me. This time, however, I had no sense of public morality whatsoever, so I completely ignored the fierce looks others were giving me; in fact, I glared back at them with a menacing look.
Ever since I discovered that I truly loved my mother, for some reason, whenever there was gossip about her being with a certain man, a sudden surge of jealousy would inexplicably rise within me. Besides trying every means to secretly find out the truth, I would also resort to some underhanded tactics to deliberately sabotage those who were interested in pursuing my mother, preventing her from having any potential relationships with older women.
Because of this, some potential stepfather candidates, due to my deliberate sabotage, fizzled out.
So, my mother's love life has been almost entirely empty until now.
Therefore, when Little Fatty told me about this loophole in my defenses, the surprise and unease I felt were completely written all over my face.
"Ah Ping... Ah Ping... What's wrong? Are you alright?"
Little Fatty nudged my arm with his elbow, pulling me back from my shock and unease.
"Oh, it's nothing... I was just thinking about what excuse to make up to tell the instructor."
To hide my true feelings, I made up a random topic to brush it off; so I didn't say another word to Xiao Pang until I got off the bus.
Because of Xiao Pang's words, I was distracted in class; I kept thinking about who was in the car that took my mom out.
"Lin Zhenping... Lin Zhenping..."
At this moment, Xiao Li, who was sitting behind me in the last row of the classroom, suddenly kicked my chair and whispered to me, "Aping, the teacher is calling you!"
When I came back to my senses from my boundless reverie and looked up, I saw the teacher on the platform glaring at me angrily, "Lin Zhenping! Are you in class or what? What are you daydreaming about! Come up here and solve this trigonometric function problem!" "
Solve trigonometric functions? I think... solving a love triangle between a man and a woman might be more interesting!"
Although that's what I thought, I still reluctantly stood up and walked to the blackboard.
Staring at those headache-inducing mathematical symbols, I, who have always been bad at math, could only stand in front of the blackboard in a daze, inwardly cursing those foreigners for inventing such things.
So I stood on the platform with the chalk in my hand, watching it gradually become moist in my hand, but I still couldn't find an answer to write down.
I stood there blankly on the stage for several minutes until the teacher finally said to me impatiently, "Alright, alright, if you don't know the answer, don't waste other students' time standing here.
I think you should go stand at the back and reflect on your actions."
Then he addressed the students below, "Does anyone else know how to solve this problem? Please come up and write it down for those students who just daydream in class and spend their free time playing video games at internet cafes without any ambition!"
"Damn it! Tan Erduo, you're something else! Don't wait until I graduate! When that happens... I'll make you pay!
I guarantee I'll flick your ears into delicious pig ears!"
Under the watchful eyes of hundreds of people, each with dozens of different meanings, I suppressed my displeasure and cursed Tan Erduo's ancestors in my mind as I reluctantly walked to the aisle at the back of the classroom.
After glancing at me and the audience, Tan Erduo loudly proclaimed, "Alright, everyone, you don't need to look anymore. We're not admiring idols! Now, everyone focus your attention here... So... who knows the answer to this question?"
Just as the audience fell silent, heads bowed in resignation, a clear and sweet voice suddenly rang out, "Teacher, I know the answer to this question!"
Hearing this savior-like voice, all the students looked up, turning to face the source of the sound.
When Tan Erduo saw someone volunteer, his previously ashen face gradually regained its color; he even adopted the air of a mentor nurturing talent, revealing a rare smile as he looked at the raised, slender hand.
"Very good, very good. It seems my teaching has paid off! Zhao Weiling, come up here and solve this question for the other students..."
I don't know what possessed me today. That girl's entire behavior seemed directed at me, leaving me feeling irritable since this morning, and I still can't calm down.
Watching her calmly walk up to the stage, quickly write the standard answer on the blackboard, and then turn to me, standing below as punishment, giving me a disdainful look, instantly ignited my fury.
At that moment, I really wanted to rush forward and slap her twice to vent my anger.
Just as I was watching her taunt me, Xiao Li, who was in front of me, suddenly wrote a small note and, while the teacher was facing the blackboard with her back to us, turned around and waved it in front of me. After reading what he wrote, I was even angrier, wanting to deliver a devastating blow to him, sending him flying out of the school gate. Because his note actually read: "What's going on today? Did the young couple have a fight?"
Me and that shrew? The young couple?
Because Xiao Li, Xiao Pang, and that "Qia Cha Mou" (a nickname) and I were childhood neighbors, when we were little, we played house and I said I'd marry her when we grew up… But that was a long time ago. Even if I did say that back then, it was a promise I made against my will, forced upon me by her chasing me with a stick.
I never imagined that a mistaken childhood game would lead to this: wherever those two mischievous friends are, they're always pairing me up with that woman.
It's like I'm labeled her husband wherever I go. Because of this, whenever I fancy other girls and want to get to know them better, the gossip and rumors always end my unrequited love before it even begins.
Therefore, when I saw those glaring words, I was filled with uncontrollable anger and decided to unleash all the grievances and rage I'd suffered that morning.
So, while the teacher turned back to write on the blackboard, I suddenly delivered
the final move of my "Heavenly Cripple Kick"—"Clouds Sweeping Snow" —to Xiao Li, who was using his chair with the front legs dangling in the air and
his back legs for support, swaying back and forth like a grand master's chair. Whether it was my incredibly bad luck or his destiny to be unlucky, Xiao Li, who always considered himself to have excellent balance, fell straight to the side with a loud "bang!" after I kicked him.
At first, everyone burst into laughter at his embarrassing predicament; even Tan Erduo, standing on the platform with a serious face, couldn't help but laugh out loud at the comical scene.
But when the kid not only didn't get up but also lay on the ground with his eyes rolled back, convulsing and foaming at the mouth, the laughter that had filled the classroom immediately turned into screams of "Ah!"
"Hey! Hey! Xiao Li... Xiao Li... Li Daoming, don't scare me! Get up!"
Seeing something was wrong, I rushed over and helped him up, calling his name and shaking him to try and wake him.
"What are you all standing there for! Quickly find some classmates and take Li Daoming to the infirmary!"
Tan Erduo also realized the unexpected situation, especially since it happened in his class. Having never encountered anything like this before, he was momentarily at a loss; so he roared at us angrily.
Then, under my watchful eye, several of his close classmates hurriedly carried the unconscious Xiao Li towards the infirmary; while I was dragged to the instructor's office by an angry Tan Erduo to report what had happened.
When my mother appeared before me nervously, I was standing in the corner of the instructor's office, receiving the most severe concern from the school's higher-ups.
"Lin Zhenping, do you know how dangerous what you did is? Didn't you read the newspaper? A few days ago, someone played a prank like this, and the victim ended up in a vegetative state..."
Before the instructor could finish reprimanding me, my furious mother rushed up and slapped me hard across the face twice. Immediately, clear five-finger marks appeared on my cheeks.
"Lin Zhenping! What have you done? What deep-seated hatred do you have for Li Weiming that you would retaliate like this!"
I didn't know how to explain, so I could only stand there silently with my head down; but tears involuntarily streamed down my face.
Seeing my mother completely disregarding her ladylike image, rushing over again to punch and kick me, my heart was shattered.
My mother actually hit me in front of everyone for a complete stranger?
Even with the burning pain on my face, I still couldn't accept this reality.
“Miss Lin, please don’t be so impulsive! Please calm down, let’s talk outside…”
At this moment, the head instructor and the discipline director, pulling my mother, who was almost hysterical and emotionally distraught, towards the principal’s office, left me and some junior instructors in the instructors’ office, looking at each other in silence.
When my mother led me out
of the discipline office, judging from her ashen face, she was clearly still furious. I silently followed behind her, while she walked ahead without saying a word; her two-and-a-half-inch high heels made a crisp, rapid clattering sound on the silent classroom corridor.
Whether she was walking too fast or lost in thought and not paying attention, she suddenly missed a step at the turn on the stairs and fell.
As soon as she cried out in surprise, I rushed in front of her and used my body to absorb the force of her fall, saving her from the fatal danger of tumbling down the stairs.
A delicate fragrance wafted into my nose, assaulting my olfactory senses; yet, holding a trembling, boneless body in my arms felt as comfortable as cradling a soft pillow. For a fleeting moment, I forgot where I was and who I was holding.
I wondered what it felt like when my mother held me. I even doubted whether she had ever held me as a baby. It wasn't
until the soft body in my arms cried out and struggled that I snapped out of my daze.
And in that instant, the forbidden love buried deep within my heart, like a primal beast breaking free, gnawed at the last vestiges of my reason. My erection, fueled by this primal desire, instantly transformed into a weapon ready to strike.
Only when two shy blushes suddenly rose on my mother's face did my heart begin to race with unease.
"Oh no! I think I bumped into Mom's butt..." That was my first thought after my penis touched a warm, soft mound of flesh.
I quickly released her and asked, "Mom, are you alright? Are you hurt?"
"Ah! I think I twisted my ankle! It hurts so much!"
"What should we do? Can you walk?" Naturally, I put my arm around her slender waist to maintain her balance. Unexpectedly,
she not only didn't appreciate it, but also blamed me, saying, "It's all your fault! If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be in this mess! I was supposed to rush to the client's office to sign an insurance policy, and now, I don't have to go anywhere!"
Sigh... whatever, she's been treating me like this for a long time, I'm already numb to it, completely incapable of getting angry. That burning desire from before immediately dissipated.
However, I still helped her, slowly walking out of the school gate, hailing a taxi, and going to the hospital with her.
After the check-up, thankfully it was just a sprained ankle; she only needed to rest at home for a few days. I learned from that fatso Yan Chengxu that poor Li Daoming, although suffering a mild concussion, thankfully hadn't sustained any other serious injuries, which finally put my mind at ease.
But now a problem arose!
Mom would definitely be less mobile and would need some care for the next few days, but I couldn't skip school to stay home and look after her. So, how should I solve this problem?
Unexpectedly, when I raised this question, she simply said, "Mind your own business and don't cause me any more trouble. As for my problems, I can handle them myself, so you don't need to worry about them!"
Although she said that, when I was taking a shower that evening, I suddenly heard her urgent call.
"Aping...Aping..."
While I was reflecting on my reading in my room, upon hearing Mom's call, I immediately dropped my book and rushed to the bathroom door.
"Mom, what's up?"
Instead of opening the door, Mom called out through the door, "I forgot to bring my clothes in. Could you get them for me? They should be on the bed..."
Hearing that I needed to get her clothes, the desire I'd finally managed to suppress that afternoon was instantly reignited by those words.
As soon as I entered Mom's bedroom, a refreshing perfume scent wafted over, slightly different from the one I'd smelled on her during the day, but still intensely stimulating my senses.
My eyes quickly scanned the room, and I saw a silk nightgown lying quietly on the bed.
With a nervous heart, I carefully cradled it in my trembling hands, afraid that I might accidentally tear this sexy nightgown that was making my blood boil.
The smooth texture felt like I was caressing Mom's fair skin; the mysterious black color fueled my endless fantasies. I wondered what Mom would look like in this sexy nightgown?
A faint, sweet fragrance wafted from the pajamas, making me unable to resist bringing them to my nose and inhaling deeply for a while. Only when my mother's voice rang out again from the bathroom did I reluctantly take the pajamas and leave my room.
My mother opened the door a crack, quickly snatched the pajamas from my hands, and complained from inside the bathroom, "Honestly! You asked me to get some clothes, why did it take you so long? Are you blind? Should I take you to see an ophthalmologist sometime?"
"Hmm… I do need to…" This was the thought that crossed my mind after seeing my mother's beautiful figure emerging from the bath.
The thin-strapped, low-cut design allowed me a clear view of most of her snow-white breasts. Even though the pajamas were black, the few drops of water still made her full breasts stand out, making me feel a burning desire that lingered for a long time.
"Aping, what are you doing? You're like a block of wood! Help me into my room!"
"Oh..."
Because Mom twisted her ankle, even with my support, she still couldn't walk normally. As she hopped towards the bedroom, her full breasts trembled before my eyes, creating alluring waves like a giant tsunami, disturbing the thoughts of this inexperienced young man.
Finally, we got into the room, and just as I was about to let go of her, she suddenly lost her balance and fell backward. As a result, I inexplicably ended up on top of her. Not only that, but my lips landed perfectly on hers.
"This...is this a kiss? Such soft lips! Can I kiss you again?"
Driven by thought, my light touch deepened, pressing tightly against Mom's panicked, trembling lips, savoring the fragrance of her mouth.
My mother, pinned beneath me, struggled against my body as I kissed her alluring lips, trying to break free. A
sharp "slap!" echoed in the silent room; my burning desire instantly plummeted to freezing point.
"Lin Zhenping! Do you know what you're doing! I'm your mother!"
"But I don't want to just be your son!" I roared angrily, pressing down on her.
"What did you say?!" I could see the panic and confusion in her eyes.
My mother's slap was like a fuse detonating a powerful bomb, unleashing all the thoughts I had buried deep within me.
"Mom, don't you understand? I've loved you for a long time, to the point of no return. Su Yingxue, I love you!"
I finally said it! I finally uttered the words buried deep in my heart!
But those words were like a bomb weighing millions of tons, blasting apart the high wall I had deliberately built between my mother and me.
Her slightly flushed face instantly turned deathly pale; her eyes became complicated.
And the price I paid for my declaration of love was several heavy slaps and her angry, trembling roar.
"Lin Zhenping, are you crazy, or possessed?! Do you know who you're talking to? I'm your mother! The one who caused me ten months of pain, endured the strange looks from others, and raised you to this age—your own mother! And what do you take me for?"
"The woman I love most in my life!" I answered without hesitation.
Amidst her incredulous gaze, I continued resolutely, "Yingxue, can you understand the pain of loving someone deeply but being unable to confess? For years, I thought I could let go of this love, but after all these years, I find that the more I try to forget, the harder it is to forget you. Every time I see you laughing and talking with other men, I feel a strange jealousy. I don't want you to be with other men; I want all your love!"
"Enough! Get out! I don't want to see you again!"
"I won't leave your sight until I've said what's on my mind!" I had long lost my temper and said stubbornly.
"Since we've laid everything out today, I might as well tell you all the love I've felt for you all these years. Otherwise, I'm afraid if I stay silent like this, one day I'll go crazy."
My mother seemed unwilling to hear my confession; she not only pounded my chest forcefully but even tried to push me off the bed.
"Get out of here! I don't want to hear your nonsense anymore!"
Seizing this long-awaited opportunity, I pinned her back to the bed, my hands gripping her slender, snow-white hands tightly, preventing her from assaulting me again.
Now that the bow was drawn, I had no choice but to release it. I decided to prove my years of longing and love for her with my actions.
My lips rained down on her rosy cheeks, her sexy, white neck, and even her full, tender breasts that had once nourished me.
Although there was a silk nightgown between us, I could still feel the engorged, hardened nipple hidden beneath the fabric, beckoning me to suckle.
In the frantic struggle, my mother's skirt rode up, revealing her beautiful legs, and I could even vaguely see a small, neatly trimmed patch of black pubic hair at the base of her thighs.
Seeing that alluring area, I had already transformed into a roaring beast, my eyes fixed on the alluring slit hidden beneath the pubic hair.
At that moment, I held my mother's hands tightly with one hand, while with the other hand, I eagerly took off the cumbersome sweatpants around my waist, revealing my already erect penis.
"What...what are you doing? Let me go!" Mom screamed in panic.
"Impossible! Yingxue, today I want you to be my wife, to love you properly and prove my sincerity."
Even she, who usually seemed so strong, couldn't help but shed tears of terror, crying, "No..."
But it was too late; I was in a bind. So I decided to go all in!
Taking advantage of her struggle, I spread her tightly closed thighs with my legs, and pressed my penis against her tightly closed opening. Then, I thrust my hips forward, plunging my virgin penis all the way into that newly formed fleshy hole.
"Ah! How could you do this? Take it out!"
Looking at my penis fully inserted, I knew that from this moment on, I had truly left the world of virginity and become a real man.
"Mom, Yingxue, my good wife, do you know that I gave you my first time? You should be happy..."
"Lin Zhenping, do you know that what you're doing is incest? Hurry up and pull that disgusting thing out!"
"Don't even think about it! Since I've already started, just let me finish..."
After saying that, I stopped arguing with her and started wielding my penis, thrusting in and out, vigorously cultivating and pumping into my mother's long-untouched honey hole.
Today was my first time, and in such a stimulating atmosphere, I was making love with the person I had long admired, so the urge to ejaculate came quickly and urgently; so quickly that my hot, hard penis, placed in my mother's tight hole, released my sixteen-year-old virgin semen in her honey hole in less than two minutes.

(III)

It's all over!
But what followed the passion was not the pleasure that I could savor again and again, but the endless guilt that surged in my heart.
I had committed this heinous act of rape, and the victim of my violation and ravaging was none other than my mother who had raised me for sixteen years! The
chaotic and complex emotions of rape and incest erupted in my mind the moment I withdrew my half-erect penis from my mother's alluring and mysterious entrance.
Cold sweat of terror, accompanied by my heavy breathing, poured from my forehead; the reason that had been overwhelmed by grief and anger slowly regained its control after the lust subsided. But it was all too late!
Suddenly, my mother's soft sobs pulled me back to reality from my hazy illusion.
"Mom, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to!" I said, filled with shame.
The silent room was filled again with the sharp, clear sound of slapping.
“You men are all the same! The man who got me pregnant sixteen years ago was like this, and now, sixteen years later, his bastard child is the same! Every time he hurts a girl, he cries and begs for forgiveness, saying he didn't mean it! What am I then? Am I just destined to be unlucky, or am I some kind of born whore, deserving to be abused and ravaged by you two?”
“I’m not like that man!” I covered my swollen cheeks, but my tone was unusually firm.
“How are you different?” My mother’s beautiful face, streaked with tears, was filled with resentment.
Seeing her ferocious face, I said somewhat guiltily, "I...I'll take full responsibility! And...
I think...I can support you..."
"Hmph!" Mom wiped away her tears and said to me with a contemptuous and disdainful expression, "What are you saying? Support me? You have no money, no power, how can you support me? If you could really support me, why would I need to work so hard to earn money? I could just stay at home and ask you for money...What a big idiot! I really feel like I've wasted my time supporting you!" Faced
with Mom's furious tirade, I didn't know what to do.
"Get out of here! You'd better get out of this house! From today onwards, I, Su Yingxue, will never have you again, you unfilial beast!"
Hearing that Mom was so heartless as to want to kick me out, my initial guilt was immediately replaced by inexplicable anger.
"Since you dislike me being your son so much, then I'll sever our mother-son relationship! But... I will
never leave this home!"
My mother asked with a puzzled look, "What... what do you mean by that?"
"My meaning is very clear..." I looked at the semen flowing from my mother's vagina and said to her resolutely, "I want you to be my wife!"
My mother was stunned for a moment after hearing my words, but then she looked incredulous and said, "I think you've really gone mad! God, how could I have given birth to such a son..."
"Yingxue..." I tried to break down the barrier between us and get her to accept me again.
However, judging from how she retreated like a frightened little rabbit, always keeping a distance from me, my efforts didn't seem to have the desired effect.
When her back hit the wall, she had lost her maternal authority. Now, she looked like a little woman who needed to be carefully cared for and loved.
As my strong figure approached step by step, she curled up in the corner and shouted loudly:
"You... you get away..."
But it was all too late!
Now that I have successfully possessed her body, I must completely conquer her and make her willingly become my woman, Lin Zhenping's woman.
The best way to conquer her at this moment is to use my erect penis to forcefully penetrate her still-dripping, enchanting orifice.
So I pounced on her again, using my physical advantage to stop her resistance.
As the sound of tearing fabric rang in my ears, my mother's smooth silk nightgown instantly became tattered strips; and her firm, snow-white breasts, through the tear in the middle of the nightgown, bounced out to greet me.
"What else do you want!"
I said with an excited smile, "Yingxue, you know perfectly well what I'm asking... Since I've made up my mind to be your husband, you should know what I want to do..."
"No... Stop it, I'm your mother..."
"Not anymore!" I looked at her with the sharp eyes of someone eyeing prey and said, word by word, "Mom, no, no, no, I've decided to call you Xiaoxue from now on. Xiaoxue, after you heartlessly said you didn't want me, our relationship is no longer simply that of mother and son."
In Xiaoxue's frightened eyes, I slowly inserted my hard, hot penis into her vagina, launching another wave of attacks.
"Oh, poor Xiaoxue, you haven't tasted the sweetness of pleasure in a long time... But it's okay, from now on you can enjoy the rights that a woman should have every day. The right to reach a blissful climax!" "
Waaah... Waaah... You devil, what sins did I commit in my past life that I have to suffer such a terrible consequence... Waaah..."
I sucked on Xiaoxue's already erect nipples, kneading those breasts that attracted men's attention, and said to her with a satisfied expression, "Xiaoxue, you're wrong, I'm an angel sent by heaven to make you happy. As long as I'm by your side, you'll never feel lonely again, and you won't want to go to those dirty old men outside. Xiaoxue, just accept me..."
"Oh... You... I will never forgive you... Ah..."
"Xiaoxue, stop lying to yourself. Look, aren't we a perfect match? Don't you think making love with me is especially comfortable?"
"Ah... No... You're talking nonsense..."
Although Xiaoxue said that, as my penis moved through her tight passage, I gradually felt the lustful fluid secreted from her honey hole, mixed with my semen, forming the most natural lubricant, harmonizing our genitals.
"Xiaoxue, your body doesn't lie! Even though it's my first time, I can still distinguish between semen and lustful fluid. So Xiaoxue, why don't you open your heart and truly accept me!"
"You crazy man, don't be delusional! Ah... it's too deep, it hurts!"
I thought to myself, "Fine, you asked for it, you can't blame me!"
So I stopped being gentle with her and began to thrust vigorously into her honey hole. For a moment, her gasps echoed in the bedroom, I couldn't tell if they were moans of pleasure or cries of pain...
Since that immoral act that night, my relationship with my mother has indeed changed significantly.
Although I still call her Mom in public, when I'm home, in my eyes she is not only a good mother, but also a responsible wife.
Most importantly, she no longer yells at me all the time, which is the happiest thing I've ever experienced in my life.
"Xiaoxue, is dinner ready? I'm starving..."
"Hmm... go wash your hands and we can eat..."
As my mother finished speaking, her slender and beautiful figure appeared before me.
After more than a week of "training and nurturing," my mother's figure seemed to have become more shapely than before, and her face had an indescribable charm. However, her eyes seemed to lack something.
When she placed the steaming clam and winter melon soup on the table, and I saw her wearing only an apron, her beautiful body barely concealed, I couldn't help but walk over and hug her from behind, nuzzling her ear.
"Xiaoxue, you smell so good today..."
"Xiaoping... how long are you going to torture me..." Xiaoxue said helplessly.
"Xiaoxue, don't you like me treating you like this?" I asked, my face grim, my tone suddenly turning cold.
"No...no...but why...why do you insist that I be naked in front of your disgusting gaze at home?"
"Oh, I think you're mistaken, Xiaoxue. Didn't you promise me yourself? Besides, you're still wearing an apron!"
With that, I took advantage of her inattention and slapped her bare buttocks; and amidst her gasp, I pressed my lips to hers, planting them on her sweet, still-makeup-covered lips.
Xiaoxue tried to resist, but I could only manage a single "woo...woo..." from my kiss.
After I finished kissing her and let her go, she pushed me away without any romance, saying, "If you hadn't forced me to take nude photos and threatened me, how could I have agreed to such a perverted request!"
Without answering her, I simply said calmly, "I'm hungry, let's eat first..."
When we sat facing each other at the table, I glanced at her and said with displeasure, "Xiaoxue, shouldn't you take off your apron?"
"Ah!" she said pitifully, "Aping, I beg you, at least let me retain some basic human dignity! Besides, I'm your biological mother..."
"Enough!" I slammed the bowl and chopsticks on the table, roaring fiercely, "Su Yingxue, don't push your luck! I, Lin Zhenping, am in this situation because of you! Do you know that when you used to shamelessly show off your body in front of me, did you ever think about my feelings? Mom, we are both living, breathing people with feelings! Now you are a woman without a husband, and I am a man without a girlfriend.
Since we both lack a partner, don't I have the right to pursue you?"
"But we are still bound by blood! Turn back now, Aping, do you know that your current behavior is simply an outrageous act of incest?"
I said painfully, "Xiaoxue, we can't turn back now! The day we got together, we had no way out! So, you should try to accept our new relationship..."
As I closed the door, I could clearly hear Xiaoxue sobbing in the dining room.
I lay on the bed, my mind a jumble of emotions, holding the stunning nude photos I'd taken of Xiaoxue over the past week.
Each picture showed her shy, delicate features, her endearing expression, and her mature, sensual body, making my penis involuntarily hard again.
My eyes were fixed on my proud masterpiece, my hand unconsciously rubbing my swollen member, but my mind was racing with other thoughts.
"It's strange. It's been over a week, and I've been fulfilling my marital obligations every day. Why can't my mom accept me? In porn movies, mature women get their wholehearted attention after having sex with their sons, but why is there still some kind of barrier between me and my mom?"
"Although I came in less than two minutes the first time, after this period of training, I can last more than half an hour. And judging from my mom's expression, she seems to have experienced the pleasure of sex. Why can't she accept me?"
Looking at her tearful, pitiful eyes, and her behavior in the dining room just now, I suddenly had a flash of inspiration!
"Ah! That's it! Hmm... I think I can be with you forever, my mom, who is also my beloved wife..."
I'm really starting to admire myself more and more!
Without a word, I immediately changed into my favorite baggy pants, sports vest, and designer sneakers. I rushed out of my room and excitedly greeted Xiaoxue, who was almost completely naked, "Mom, will you come shopping with me to cheer me up?"
"Ah! Uh..." She was clearly flustered by my sudden change in mood.
"Go change into something more comfortable..." I said, like a happy child, pulling her hand and acting coquettishly.
I didn't know what she was thinking, but after wiping away her tears, she still looked puzzled as I half-pushed her into her bedroom.
I waited in the living room for about half an hour before Xiaoxue finally emerged from her bedroom.
I glanced at her and said, "Mom, you look good in everything, let's go..."
I then took her hand and we walked out of the apartment complex like any normal mother and son.
Arriving at Ximending, a popular hangout for young people, I affectionately linked arms with Xiaoxue as we strolled around, occasionally picking up clothes to try on and asking for her opinion. I also adhered to moral boundaries, refraining from any intimacy that crossed the line between mother and son.
After strolling around for a while, I suddenly pointed to a tattoo shop not far away and said to her, "Mom, I want to get a tattoo!"
She looked at me strangely and said, "Really! Ping, you're not even eighteen yet... Aren't you afraid the school instructors will think you're a delinquent?"
In the past, she would have definitely given me a good scolding. But since our relationship changed, she no longer gave me that stern motherly scolding.
"Please, Mom, what era are we living in! Look at all these young people on the street, they all have some kind of tattoo on their bodies. It's a trend..."
"Sigh... Fine, do whatever you like."
I could see a hint of helplessness in her expression, but I didn't care about her attitude now.
I led her into a tattoo shop displaying various works, and the whirring of the tattoo artist's motor filled the air. The owner
, covered in unknown tattoos and looking somewhat like a gangster, saw us and said directly, "Find a place to sit. There are catalogs and price lists over there. Take a look and see what designs you like. If you want special designs, there will be an extra charge."
After saying that, he continued to concentrate on his work and didn't look at us again.
Xiaoxue said nervously in my ear, "Aping, I think this place is scary. Can we leave quickly?"
"Don't be nervous, Mom. I heard from a friend that this artist's skills are excellent. Since we've come all this way, you can't just leave before you've even settled in, can you?"
"But..."
I interrupted her, "Mom, no buts. Let's pick out a nice design together."
As I spoke, I picked up the catalog the artist had mentioned and started flipping through it, asking my mother for her opinion.
We waited for almost twenty minutes before the ear-piercing sound of the tattoo machine, like it was drilling teeth, finally stopped.
After the tattoo artist saw the customer off, he said to me, "Young man, have you chosen where you want it tattooed?"
But then I suddenly said to him, "Boss, it's not me, it's my mom who wants a tattoo."
"What! Ah Ping, you..." My mom was so surprised she couldn't speak.
But I said casually, with a relaxed expression, "Mom, don't be shy! Since I've come all this way with you, you wouldn't change your mind at the last minute, would you?"
At this moment, the tattoo artist shifted his gaze to my mom, as if trying to understand what kind of trick we were playing.
When she looked at me hesitantly, and I suddenly hardened my face and met her gaze with a fierce look, she seemed to resign herself to her fate and sighed, "Well, boss, thank you for your trouble!"
The tattoo artist glanced at us again and, without thinking much, asked my mother directly, "Miss, what design do you want, and where do you want it?"
Before my mother could speak, I interjected, "Boss, my mother said she wants it tattooed in the middle of her chest. Can the design combine these two?"
The tattoo artist glanced at the two designs I pointed to, thought for a moment, and said, "Well, these designs aren't too difficult, but the price..."
"We were introduced by Hao Dai, could you give us a discount?" I deliberately ignored my mother's reaction and negotiated directly with the tattoo artist.
"So it was Hao Dai who introduced you..." he said thoughtfully. "Well then, since he introduced you, I'll give you a 20% discount. Let's just consider it a chance to make friends..."
"Boss, it's settled then. When can we start?"
"If you don't have anything else to do, we can start now!"
Seeing my mom's hesitant expression, I simply pulled her up from her seat and flashed what I considered my most innocent smile, saying, "Mom, I know you're the most open-minded."
"Since you've been thinking about it for so long, and I happen to have this opportunity to fulfill your wish, don't worry. I can just stay by your side later."
Then I said to my master, "Boss, I'm sorry, my mom is a bit conservative. Can I cheer her on from the side later?"
“It’s alright, as long as you stay here and don’t interfere with my work. Let’s go inside now.”
As my master turned to walk towards his studio, my mother suddenly grabbed my hand and pleaded softly, “Aping, what are you thinking? Please let me go…”
I gently patted the back of her hand and said, “Mom, I just want you to look younger, that’s all…”
At this moment, my master stood at the studio door and said in an impatient and fierce tone,
“Miss, do you want to get stabbed or not? If not, get out of here and don’t stand there and interfere with my business.”
Hearing his harsh words and seeing his intimidating appearance, my mother and I both shuddered.
To avoid unnecessary trouble, I half-pushed and half-dragged her into the studio.
Upon entering the studio, the tattoo artist immediately said to my mother, "Miss, please take off your clothes and lie down on that platform."
My mother exclaimed in surprise, "What! Take off my clothes?"
"Since you want a chest tattoo, how am I supposed to work with your clothes so high up? Hey, young man, is she your mother or your girlfriend? What kind of trick are you playing?"
I spread my hands, looking innocent, and said, "Boss, she really is my mother! You can ask her if you don't believe me."
"I..." She said with a strange expression, "Um... Boss, he is my son, that's for sure! I'll take off my clothes."
Then she took a deep breath and slowly took off her t-shirt with trembling hands, revealing a pale yellow lace padded bra.
Seeing most of my mother's snow-white and firm breasts, not only me, but even the tattoo artist couldn't help but purse his lips.
Faced with our lecherous and greedy gazes, my mother involuntarily crossed her arms, trying to cover her exposed alluring curves.
“Miss, you need to take off your bra too! Don’t worry, I, Ah Pao, have seen at least ninety or a hundred breasts, so don’t look anymore. I won’t do anything to you!”
Seeing her complicated expression, caught in a dilemma again, I couldn’t help but say, “Mom, you’re really being difficult! You clearly wanted me to bring you here, but now you’re backing out. What do you want?”
“Uh… Ah Ping, could you… turn your head away and not look?”
“Mom, no way! You drag me to the bath every day, what haven’t you seen!”
“Ah! You…” Hearing my words, Mom’s face turned red on the spot.
“Oh, Miss, you’re such a good mother! Not only do you bathe your son, but you also teach him about health. That’s really something…”
Unexpectedly, Master’s words made the blush on Mom’s cheeks even redder.
Finally, as if she had really gone all out, she took another deep breath, put her hands behind her back and hooked them together; then I heard a “snap” sound, and Mom was holding the bra she had taken off.
Then she resignedly lay down on the workbench, closed her eyes, and waited to be slaughtered like a lamb.
When the ear-piercing roar of the motor, which sent chills down my spine, began, I noticed that my mother's exposed light brown nipples, like two ripe grapes, stood erect on her firm breasts, filling me with a strange excitement.
However, when the needle, coated with paint, pierced my mother's full breasts, she immediately screamed, "Ah!"
The
master seemed unfazed; he simply said in a cold tone, "Miss, relax, it'll be over soon."
Hearing this, my mother didn't scream in pain again, but a look of agony appeared on her face; and a tear rolled down her cheek.

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(IV)

"What a fine sword!"
When I saw the tattoo artist finish his work, I couldn't help but exclaim in admiration for his superb skills.
But for some reason, after I said those two words, my mother, who was lying on the workbench, suddenly burst into tears.
"Miss, are you not satisfied with my work?" The tattoo artist's tone was clearly angry.
"Yes, Mom, I think the design you chose is really beautiful, and the artist's work is excellent. What are you upset about?"
At this moment, my mother covered her chest with one hand and wiped away her tears with the other, saying, "No... nothing... I suddenly remembered something else..."
"Oh, that's good. I thought you had a problem with my work!" The tattoo artist's tone softened after hearing this.
However, he picked up the mirror and said to her, "Miss, do you see any other problems? Let me tell you, the design you got today is the most satisfying piece I've ever created in all my years in this business. So, I'm going to take a picture of you later to keep as a souvenir in my shop."
"What! You...you want to take a picture?" Mom covered her chest with her hands, screaming in horror.
"Heh! Miss, you like to make a fuss! I won't take a picture of your face, don't worry. And let me tell you, having your work photographed by me is an honor for you! If you introduce me to clients someday, I can proudly introduce it to my clients, so your friends won't feel insecure."
Mom still tried to refuse, "Boss, can I not take the picture?"
"Sure! But I won't give you a discount. Think it over carefully..." The tattoo artist seemed unconcerned.
After hearing the tattoo artist's words, Mom looked at me with a troubled expression.
But I said to her, "Mom, just let the tattoo artist take a picture as a souvenir. Besides, you'll get a 20% discount, and people who know you will know you got your tattoo here. What's wrong with that?"
Seeing my wicked smile, Mom suddenly teared up and said, "Aping, you..." "
So? Are you taking the picture or not?" The tattoo artist's tone became impatient again.
Finally, Mom reluctantly compromised, "Okay, I'll take it!"
Before she even finished speaking, the tattoo artist had a digital camera in his hand. It seems this trick of the tattoo artist always works!
So, at the tattoo artist's request, Mom posed with her head tilted forward at a 15-degree angle, and the tattoo artist took a picture, and then another one of her from the front.
After taking the pictures, the tattoo artist looked at his work with great satisfaction and said, "Hmm... really good! Miss, do you want to name this design?"
"No... no need..." Mom was already nervously and quickly putting on her bra and top.
But while Mom said no, I didn't think so.
So I said to my master, "Boss, may I express my opinion?"
"Alright, alright, young man, what name do you want?"
I picked up the camera and looked at it for a while before saying, "Boss, how about 'Angel's Tears'?"
The master paused for a moment and said, "Young man, how did you come up with this name?"
I pointed to the first photo taken from a low angle and said, "Boss, look, you've embedded a beautiful angel in the posture of Jesus' crucifixion onto a peerless sword. Doesn't that represent the angel's willingness to sacrifice himself to stop the war and killing in the world? That's why he willingly sealed himself onto the peerless sword that symbolizes slaughter."
I took a breath and continued, "And just now, after finishing the design, my mother was also crying tears of joy, which symbolizes her tears after her transformation and rebirth. Therefore, I wanted to call it Angel's Tears."
After hearing this, the master suddenly showed an excited expression and said, "Hahaha, what a wonderful Angel's Tears! Young man, you're really something. Miss, your son is very smart, he'll definitely be successful in the future!" My
mother lowered her head and didn't express her opinion in the face of the boss's praise, which made me feel extremely sad.
After my mother hurriedly paid the bill, as soon as we returned to the bustling pedestrian area, she immediately questioned me: "Lin Zhenping, what are you up to? Why did you have to make me like this!"
I didn't argue with her, but gently took her hand and said: "Xiaoxue, because you are my woman, the woman I love most in my life! I will not allow any other man to exist in your heart, so I want to brand you with the mark that belongs only to me, Lin Zhenping."
"Why?"
I didn't answer her question directly, but instead asked her in return, "Xiaoxue, if you had a tattoo, what would men your age, or even older, think? Would they ignore the tattoo and continue dating you?"
When I revealed my true intention, my mother's eyes widened, staring at me as if I were a monster. "Lin Zhenping! You devil! Why would you come up with such a vicious plan? I really suspect you've been possessed by a demon and are no longer the son I raised with such hardship!" I didn't care
about her accusations. "Xiaoxue, whatever you say about me. But to be honest, I really like that 'Angel's Tears' tattoo. I really hope you are that compassionate and beautiful angel, redeeming this lost lamb..."
After saying that, I suddenly kissed her cheek, a reward for myself after the success of the first step of my plan.
Seeing my mother's astonished yet helpless and desperate expression, I felt even more smug.
“Xiaoxue, it’s come to this, just accept your fate! Who told you to give birth to such an outstanding son like me…”
“I’m severing all ties with you, you devil! From now on, fend for yourself!”
I said fearlessly, “I stopped considering you my biological mother a long time ago. Do whatever you want. But let me make this clear: you can ignore me, but I don’t know when those amazing photos of us will suddenly appear on your office bulletin board…”
“Lin Zhenping!” Mom roared at me, her hands clenched into fists, staring at me with resentment.
I immediately rushed forward, forcefully pried open her clenched fists, and hugged her tightly, saying, “Xiaoxue, don’t be angry… As long as you truly live with me from now on, I will never do anything to humiliate you.”
Although Mom struggled in my arms, and passersby pointed and gestured at me, I held her tightly, not letting her break free.
After a long while, I finally couldn't help but coax her, "Alright, Xiaoxue, stop being so temperamental. People have been staring at us for ages. You don't want to be the center of attention all the time, do
you?" Hearing this, she immediately stopped struggling and slowly raised her head to look around. But after a quick glance, she suddenly, like a little woman, snuggled into my arms and murmured, "Aping, I hate you so much! Let me go! I'll listen to you from now on!"
Although her voice was slightly hoarse, it sounded like heavenly music to my ears, soothing and delightful.
I held her delicate hands tightly and said excitedly, "Xiaoxue, are you serious? Did I hear that right?"
She didn't answer me, only nodded shyly.
I deliberately demanded, "Then I want you to kiss me!"
"Really? Here?"
"Yes, right here! I want you to kiss me like a lover!" My tone was firm, not allowing her any room for doubt.
After staring at my face for a while, she finally slowly closed her eyes and brought her sexy lips to mine.
Of course, I wouldn't let this golden opportunity slip by. So, I also brought my lips to hers, and we shared a forbidden kiss without any restraint.
The kiss lasted for more than two minutes. And we were right there in public, our lips pressed tightly together, inseparable; and she even occasionally stuck out her tongue for a romantic French kiss. I was almost overwhelmed by her sudden passion.
After our lips reluctantly parted, I wrapped my arms around her slender waist and said,
"Xiaoxue, I love you!"
She gazed at me for a long time before finally uttering the words I had longed to hear:
"Aping, I love you too!"
Afterwards, as we walked in the pedestrian zone, I no longer held her hand, but instead, like lovers in the throes of passion, I held her waist, letting her nestle in my arms, savoring the taste of love I had longed for.
As soon as we got home, I tossed aside my shopping spoils and pounced on Xiaoxue on the sofa like a hungry tiger, kissing her lips fiercely.
And she probably truly resigned herself to it, because instead of resisting my advances, she responded passionately to my kisses, like a long-awaited, thirsty woman finally finding an outlet.
As I kissed her, I removed her clothes, and she skillfully removed my own. Before long, we were two naked worms.
Xiaoxue, relaxed and carefree, possessed a truly captivating and alluring body. Especially her soft yet firm breasts, which I could easily mold into various shapes in my hands—it was simply divine. And those snow-white orbs, left with faint, dark red teeth marks from my licking, sucking, and biting, gave me an indescribable sense of conquest.
I also noticed that although Xiaoxue cried out in pain under my rough treatment, her expression held a different kind of pleasure. I wondered aloud about her reaction: "Does she prefer rougher sex?"
Although I was puzzled, the burning desire within me immediately banished this irrelevant thought. Now, all I wanted was to have a wonderful, uninhibited lovemaking experience with Xiaoxue.
Parting her alluring, sexy legs, I aimed my swollen, hard penis at Xiaoxue's overflowing honey pot and skillfully thrust it in, penetrating all the way to the hilt.
"Ah!"
Hearing Xiaoxue's satisfied moan for the first time filled me with immense joy. It turns out a woman's moans of pleasure really can be faked.
Thinking back to the past few days, although she occasionally made soft moans to please me, I always felt she lacked genuine engagement. But today, hearing her heartfelt cries of pleasure, I finally realized that before, she was merely going along with me, trying to quickly satisfy my desire, not genuinely wanting to have sex with me.
It seems my cheap trick really worked!
Under mutual consent, Xiaoxue's performance was completely different from before. Whether it was her active pursuit, her passive response, or even her willingness to teach me unimaginable sexual positions, she brought me a sexual feast that elevated both my body and soul.
"Oh... Ah Ping... you're making Mom feel so good... Oh... I can't take it anymore... I'm coming again...
Ah..." "
Xiao Xue... your pussy is so tight... it feels so good... so this is what real sex feels like... Ah... I'm going to cum..."
"Ah Ping... Oh..."
I never expected that I could last half an hour, but with Xiao Xue's experienced sex skills, I only lasted about fifteen minutes before she squeezed out my first load of semen that day.
And under the infusion of my powerful semen, she reached another climax.
After the passion subsided, I withdrew my limp penis, lovingly kissed her sexy lips, and licked away the fragrant sweat that had flowed from her after being completely immersed in sex.
She closed her eyes tightly, breathing heavily, as if reliving the passion of her recent wantonness.
I gently hugged her from behind, my hands continuing to caress her full breasts. I breathed softly into her ear and whispered, "Xiaoxue, will you still blame me?"
She turned her head, opened her eyes, glanced at me, and stopped my advances, saying, "I don't know myself..."
As she spoke, tears suddenly welled up in her eyes. "You devil! If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be like this today! I'm your mother! But after thinking about it carefully, even though I treated you badly before, and even harbored resentment towards you, you still have special feelings for me, which really scares me."
"But why did you suddenly see things differently today?"
"Maybe I'm like you said at the tattoo shop, I'm really cheap! I'm a woman too, I have sexual needs, but who can accept me when I have a son as big as you?" Her tone seemed quite helpless.
But I was greatly puzzled and said, "I love you so much, how could I call you cheap?"
She then half-sat up, staring at me with wide eyes, and said, "But when the tattoo was finished, didn't you say 'so cheap'?"
She looked at me and continued, "When you said that, you know how much my heart ached! A woman who had been alone in her room for so long, in front of her own son and a stranger, acted like a promiscuous whore, willingly undressing and shamelessly asking him to leave an indelible mark on her most private place.
But in the end, all I got in return was my son's extremely humiliating words... I really wanted to find a hole to crawl into until you asked me to kiss you in the street, then I really broke down."
Now I finally understand!
So I laughed and said, "Xiaoxue, you misunderstood me! I was really praising Master's skills!"
I took her slender hand and gestured for her to come with me to the vanity mirror. From behind, I put one arm around her slender waist and pointed to the tattoo on her chest, explaining, "Xiaoxue, look, the boss transformed the angel's fiery red, coiled hair into a sword hilt, and the blue rhinestones on her head cleverly became the sword's base. And the original handguard, thanks to Master's ingenuity, became a pair of lifelike, outstretched wings, perfectly positioned on the inner half of your breast."
"So when you inadvertently squeeze out cleavage, or when you walk and it sways, those outstretched wings seem to come alive, ready to take flight at any moment. It really excites me!" As
I spoke, I deliberately grasped her firm, full breasts, intentionally squeezing them inward and swaying them from side to side, demonstrating what I was describing.
When Xiaoxue saw the lewd scene in the mirror, her face immediately flushed red. Like a shy young woman, she lightly slapped my hand and said, "Stop it, it's so embarrassing..."
I then leaned forward and gave her a sweet, light kiss before continuing to explain, "And also, look at the angel's beautiful legs, bent and embedded in the blood-red spurs of the sword. This not only enhances the sword's beauty but also avoids a monotonous design. That's why I said this Angel's Tear is indeed a top-quality 'sword'! Who knew you'd misunderstand me..."
Xiaoxue blushed and said, "But why did you choose a completely naked angel? And why did the tattoo artist tattoo those two... on her chest so clearly? How am I supposed to wear clothes like this?"
I kissed her cheek and picked her up. Walking towards the bathroom, I said happily, "That way you'll truly love me wholeheartedly and without reservation! As for clothes..."
Then I gave her a wicked smile and said, "Of course, you're not allowed to wear clothes at home! When we go out, you have to dress like a young man! Otherwise, how can you be my young man's wife? My young, sexy, gentle, and considerate hot mom..."
"Ah! You brat, put your mom down! I'm going to teach you a lesson!"
I laughed loudly, "Mom, later I'll ask you to use your alluring honey pot to teach this unfilial son's big meat stick a lesson!"
From her smiling face, I knew that Su Yingxue's name was no longer just the mother on the back of my ID card, simply representing my guardian role.

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