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I met him on an anime/manga forum, where there were many fanfics about mother complexes.

Besides reading novels, I also enjoy reading fanfics, focusing on plot and art style, and

I especially love chubby girls. I noticed him because he frequently posted mother-themed fanfics and comments, mentioning his various fantasies

about his mother in real life . He was completely obsessed with this during puberty and was asking for help in the thread. Without hesitation , I messaged him and added him on QQ to get a feel for him. I easily added him on QQ , and our conversation went very smoothly. He was an unguarded kid—well, not exactly a kid, 16 years old, in his third year of junior high (I was 15 when third year of junior high, I really wondered if he had repeated a grade), but to me he was just an innocent little brat. I'm sure some readers will ask: how do you know he's a kid? Of course I know! I carefully verified every word he said. When I chatted with him on QQ that night, his childish voice and the "Level 1 LOL" icon on his QQ interface convinced me he was just a 15-year-old kid o(╯ )o. Hello everyone, my name is Xiaofeng, a junior high school student in Jiangsu Province. I'm 15 years old this year. My mother gave birth to me early; she got married at 24 and had me at 25, not wasting a single day. I'm of average height, about 1.6 meters, and slightly overweight, but my legs are a bit thin. I have a neat ponytail. My father was a construction foreman when I was little. In my memory, my family was quite wealthy back then. I thought I could smoothly become a rich second-generation, but what happened? When I was 18, he was stabbed in the back by a steel bar while inspecting a construction site. Although he survived, he lost his ability to work and spends his days at home in a wheelchair watching TV and receiving electrotherapy . My mother isn't that capable either; she's just an ordinary factory worker. Besides her regular daily work, we also took on many small odd jobs, like stringing chains or fitting screws. Life was tight, but we were happy, I'd say. Of course, for my mother, was it really happiness, or was it sexual happiness? When exactly did I start longing to see my mother naked? It was in the summer. Most of my mother's workday was spent walking around in the factory, the stuffy factory without a breath of cool air. After work , she would always cook dinner first, then shower, to take care of my father. Occasionally, when I saw her wearing a see-through shirt, I could see her pink bra. My mother had large breasts, a D cup, which I later learned by secretly checking her bra size. Every time I saw my mother's breasts through her pink bra, I had an indescribable feeling —not the intimacy of mother and son, but a kind of... a gaze of admiration as I looked at my mother. After entering the house, I would take off the arm protectors (for sun protection), greet my father, and rush into the kitchen to prepare dinner. While I was still dazed on the sofa, Dad called out to me: "Xiaofeng, hurry up and help Mom! She's been busy all day! And you don't even help! This child." Thank you, Dad, but your son just wants to see Mom's breasts one more time. I'm sorry. My mouth is so dry right now; I want to see the flesh through Mom's shirt. The son can't care about mother and son right now. This isn't something watching porn can satisfy me; she's a real woman! At that moment, I wasn't thinking about anything else... I only had one thought staring at Mom's breasts. "Mom, let me help you wash the vegetables." "Hey, this child, what's gotten into you today? So observant!" "Hehe, don't say that to me. It's so hot today; look, your clothes are soaked. You came in and started cooking without resting; it must be so hard. Let me help you." "Alright, it's rare for my Feng'er to be so diligent. Come on, help Mom pick vegetables." I sat facing my mother, with two basins between us, one empty and one filled with vegetables. My mother leaned forward slightly, her shoulders resting on her knees; what a sight it was! Her two large breasts were squeezed by her knees, almost bursting out of her shirt, and the white buttons on her chest were on the verge of popping open at any moment; as I pretended to pick vegetables, I stole glances at those two fleshy mounds. The snow-white mounds, after being washed by sweat, appeared even more pink and tender, and a little sweat was slowly seeping between her breasts. The water flowed slowly; Mom had finished picking the vegetables on top of the basin, and as she bent down to grab the vegetables below, her breasts were exposed even more perfectly . Even her bra seemed to join in the fun, the right shoulder strap appearing to have slipped down to her arm, while the left shoulder strap seemed to be stubbornly supporting her 36D breasts. At this moment, I was picking vegetables at less than half the speed of Mom. She seemed to notice something, glanced up at me, and then seemed to realize that her breasts had been seen by her son . She immediately stood up and picked up the basin: " Feng'er, the vegetables are finished. Go play, Mom's going to cook, don't choke on the food." "That sentence was spoken cleanly and crisply, as if it were an order to leave. I also snapped out of my lust and awkwardly left the kitchen. After preparing the meal, Mom arranged for my father and me to eat, while she went to the bathroom to take a shower. There was no conversation during the meal. I ate silently with my head down, not daring to look at Mom. Mom, as if she had been taken advantage of, didn't say a word to me either. After the meal, Mom helped Dad to bed, said a few words, and then quietly locked the bedroom door. She went to the living room, lay down on the sofa, and closed her eyes to rest. She was waiting for Dad to fall asleep before going in to sleep. I watched TV next to her and tilted my head to look at Mom. Her clothes were still so conservative, a simple white shirt and knee-length shorts. But she wasn't wearing slippers ; her feet were flat on the ground, and she was breathing slightly. I knew that Mom walked for eight hours a day, and her feet would feel hot and sore after a day's work. She had also mentioned that her calves and soles often felt hot and swollen. Thinking of this , I got up and went to the bathroom to fill a basin with hot water using the solar water heater. I slowly placed it under her feet; my fingertips poked..."

I touched my mother's calves. "Mom, are you asleep? Let's soak your feet, the floor is cold, don't hurt yourself."

My mother slowly opened her eyes, glanced at the hot water on the floor, and smiled faintly. "Silly child."

Then she put her feet into the basin and gently rubbed them. It seemed the hot water had an effect, because my mother let

out a soft breath. "Mmm..."

Her feet in the water were flawless, the soles still a girlish pink, but the heels had

peeled a little from years of walking, which slowly peeled off after being soaked in the hot water.

I reached out and held my mother's feet, pinching her big toes with my thumbs and forefingers, gently squeezing them, then the soles, the heels, carefully observing and touching each part; my lower body also slowly reacted at

this time , gradually swelling and growing larger. "Mom, you're done washing up. Lie down on the sofa for a bit." "Hmm... thank you, Feng'er. Turn the TV down so it doesn't disturb your dad. Get some rest after you're done watching." Mom seemed tired and drowsy. "Okay, Mom, are you sleepy? I'll turn off the living room light, it's too bright." "Silly boy, taking such good care of your mom." "Hehe, you should go to sleep. I'll get you a blanket." Mom stretched out her legs, taking up the entire sofa. I had nowhere to sit, so I sat on the floor, my head resting on the sofa, my mind completely off the TV. The dim living room easily aroused my animalistic instincts , thinking of the spring scene in the kitchen that afternoon; the pleasure from her smooth, soft feet; I knew something . Minutes later, it felt like an eternity. Mom started snoring softly. I turned my head and saw her pink, tender feet; my erect penis told me I needed to ejaculate tonight. I couldn't hold back. I'm sorry, Dad, I'm going to masturbate thinking about Mom's breasts and soft feet. Mom isn't just your woman, she's mine too. I need to release this urge. I pushed back the foreskin with my left hand and slowly rubbed it, the tingling sensation shooting from my lower back to my neck. I slowly brought my head close to her tender feet, trying to smell the fragrance of her feet. When I smelled a faint scent, the pleasure of my glans being rubbed was unprecedented, a pleasure I hadn't experienced in over a decade, like a drug eroding my reason. I wasn't satisfied with just smelling the fragrance; I wanted to taste the delicious soles of Mom's feet. Yes , I stuck out my tongue and licked the soles of Mom's feet like a dragonfly skimming the water. After a brief touch, I eagerly swallowed the saliva filled with Mom's flavor. At this moment, the pleasure in my glans... I forced myself to ejaculate; then I licked again, my lips savoring the delicious soles of her feet; I licked between her toes, swallowing saliva as my lips held her four toes, "Gulp, gulp," it was truly nectar; my animalistic nature erupted completely at this moment, my left hand stroking faster, the toes in my mouth wetting my tongue, each swallow stimulating every nerve on my glans; "Mmm , um... Mom," I cried out in my heart, stroking with my hand; until the milky white semen soaked my underwear, I slowly pulled my mother's toes out of my mouth; with strands of saliva hanging from them, they looked even more lewd in the fluorescent light of the television . I slumped to the ground, swallowing another mouthful of nectar. I murmured: Mom, your son ejaculated so well... My mother, who was gradually falling asleep, was completely unaware of the lewd , only the liquid flowing from her feet witnessed this historically significant "marginalized sexual act" between mother and son.

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