Family Fantasy 1-24

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Chapter 1

My name is Feiyu, I'm 20 years old, 180 cm tall, and a university student majoring in biology. There's no one else in my family,
just my mom and me. My dad died a long time ago; my mom said he was killed in a plane
crash while working in the US by a person with the surname A. My mom was pregnant with me that year, and she was only 18 when she married my dad.

My dad was a company owner before he died, and he didn't leave any will, so the lawyer
transferred all his assets to my mom's name. However, my mom wasn't very good at business, so she sold 60% of the shares to my dad's friend
. Because my mom had 40% of the shares, she had no worries about food or clothing and slowly raised me.

Because we depended on each other, my mom was very strict with me, so I never had a girlfriend and
could only watch DVDs to satisfy my cravings.

"Mom, I'm home." With that voice, I opened the door and immediately grabbed a Coke from the fridge. It was so hot;
the summer temperature here had reached 42 degrees Celsius.

"Huh? Where's anyone?" Mom usually comes out to greet me when she hears me come home. Why isn't she here today
? Thinking this, I grabbed my Coke and walked towards my room, drinking as I went. My house is huge, 500 square meters, a villa-style
building with a semi-open-air swimming pool in the courtyard. It's surrounded by wealthy neighborhoods, all detached houses, and
nobody visits unless there's a reason.

Reaching my room, I heard the sound of a TV and a woman's moans, "Mmm... Ah..."
Oh no, who's watching videos in my room? No one else has a key to my room. Ah, besides the maid who comes to clean every Sunday
, it's Mom.

Could it be...? A cold sweat broke out all over my body. I cautiously walked to the door, which wasn't fully locked, and
peeked inside... Oh my god, it really was Mom. She sat in the armchair with her back to the door, watching intently.
On the big screen, a man and woman were really going at it; the woman was being penetrated from behind by a black man.
Judging from what was shown on TV, the black man's penis was probably 15-20cm long, and he was making the woman feel incredibly good.

My mother seemed to be getting aroused too. Her shoulders began to sway slightly,
and her clothes started to loosen from behind. Because of the heat, she was wearing a black sheer dress with
transparent bra straps, so from my angle, she was bare-shouldered. Her long hair cascaded down like a waterfall. The black clothes,
long hair, and snow-white shoulders made her skin appear even more radiant. No wonder; possessing an angelic
face and beautiful curves is every girl's dream.

In this respect, God seemed to have especially favored my mother, making her a beauty who could drive any man crazy
. Bored all day, she focused on beauty and maintenance, trying to look like a 21 or 22-year-old girl despite being 38.
Her figure was amazing – 36-22-36, plus 168cm tall, she was almost as tall as me in heels. A few times when we
went shopping, the sales assistants thought we were a couple and kept trying to sell us matching outfits, making her
incredibly embarrassed, her face turning as red as an apple.

As the movie played, her shoulders heaved even more violently. Her shoulders were glistening with sweat from the exercise and the heat
, and this scene made my little brother stand up, creating a tent in my shorts.

I reached inside and started stroking myself, wanting a better view, my body unconsciously moving forward. Finally,
when the black man on the TV screen ejaculated like a fountain, my mother also reached orgasm, her shoulders tense like a fully drawn bow
, accompanied by waves of trembling.

I was stunned. I had never seen my mother like this before. The pleasure I felt was
more intense and unparalleled than any previous sexual encounter. Then, with a soft "creak," the door hinges
clicked. The sound wasn't loud, but it felt like an explosion to us both.

My mother turned around, and in doing so, the swivel chair spun around, turning her face to face with me.
Our eyes met, and we both froze. My eyes were wide open, and I was dazzled. Her bra was pushed
up, one hand caressing her white breasts, the other inside her panties, which were
soaked through, dripping wet as if she had lost control of her bladder. The chair beneath her was also covered in water.

Seeing this, I couldn't hold back any longer. My already erect penis reached its climax
, and a stream of semen shot up two or three feet high.

Mom finally came to her senses and realized what had happened. Her face flushed crimson,
and she hurriedly pulled her clothes together and rushed out the door next to me. I stood there dumbfounded, not knowing what to do
. After a long while, I finally came to my senses, went into my room, turned off the TV, and sat on the sofa, wondering how to clean up this mess
. It was fine to do whatever I wanted outside as long as Mom didn't find out, but now that things had come to this,
what was I going to do?

As I thought about it, my eyes unconsciously drifted to the chair Mom had been sitting on. The water on it was still wet.
I went over and touched it; it was sticky and slippery. I put some in my mouth and it tasted good.
It tasted different from the girls outside. This was Mom's taste. My penis, which had just ejaculated, involuntarily
became erect again.

"Whatever, I'm going to die anyway. I'll go find Mom and see what she has to say." Thinking this, I
walked towards Mom's room, wondering how to talk to her.

I arrived at my mother's room. The door was ajar. Peeking inside, I saw her sitting on the edge of the bed, staring blankly out the window
, lost in thought. Her clothes were buttoned up. I went in and whispered, "Mom!"

She jumped up. Turning around, her face flushed, she seemed still shaken.
"It's Yu'er, you…"

"Mom, I didn't mean to. I came back and didn't see you, so I went back to my room, and then…" She trailed off,
unsure how to continue.

"Oh, it's nothing. You've seen my body since you were little!" My mother tried to
sound relaxed, but I could sense the underlying tension in her voice.

"But you, why do you have so many random DVDs in your room? You're still so young, watching these…"
"This isn't suitable for you." Mom adopted a stern tone, her face hardening, though it was clearly
feigned.

"Yes, yes, I borrowed this from a friend. I was just curious and borrowed it to look at it. I was planning to return it tomorrow
." It's safest to admit fault when Mom is scolding you.

"That's enough about this. Don't look at these things again. Now go and prepare the food. I'll rest for
a bit and then come down." Mom said.

"Okay, I'm going down now." I closed the door, letting out a sigh of relief, having barely gotten away with it. I made a phone call downstairs
and ordered a table full of takeout, all of Mom's favorite dishes. A little while later, the food was ready. I went upstairs and knocked on the door:
"Mom, the food's ready. Come down and eat."

"Okay, you eat first, I'll be right down."

After waiting downstairs for a while, Mom came down, looking calmer, and she had changed her clothes. We sat at the table,
eating in silence, neither of us speaking, but a strange feeling permeated the atmosphere. After finishing my meal, I went upstairs to tidy up
the room, put away the DVDs, and locked the door.

"If Mom asks tomorrow, I'll just tell her I returned them!" I thought to myself.

The next day passed peacefully, the third day, the fourth day… Time flew by, and my mother
and I seemed to have forgotten about it. Life returned to normal, but before going to sleep, I kept thinking about my mother
's beautiful body. And I felt something was off, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it. Anyway, I'm rather oblivious
, and I don't pay much attention unless something is particularly unusual.

Until that day…

Chapter Two

After class at school, some friends said they were going to pick up girls, but I didn't think it was interesting, so I went home first. When I got home,
I realized I hadn't brought my keys. Ugh, I must have dropped them in my room in my rush to school that morning. I had to call my mom on her cell phone
: "Hey, Mom, are you home? I'm at the door, but I forgot my keys. Can

you open the door for me?" "Oh, wait a minute, I'll be right down." My mom's voice trembled slightly.

"What's she doing? She should be at the beauty salon at this time. Why is she home?" I wondered. Just
then, my mother opened the door, head down, breathing slightly heavily, her face flushed.

"Mom, you're home. I thought you were at the beauty salon. I should have just rang the doorbell." I said,
entering the room.

"Your key is at home. I saw it when I was tidying up for you and was worried you wouldn't have the door when you came back, so I waited for
you at home," my mother said.

"Oh, thank you, Mom."

"You're my son. Do I need you to thank me for doing this?" My mother rolled her eyes at me. She handed
me the key. When I took the key and touched her hand, I felt her hand tremble slightly. I went back to my room with the key, unsure what to do. I thought I'd watch some more porn; I hadn't watched any

since the incident . 　　"Wait a minute, where are my pornographic videos?" I was surprised to find that several of my videos were missing, all classics . One was "The Love of Mount Fuji" (it really exists! I watched it in high school, all beautiful women!), 　　and the other was a classic Japanese incestuous mother-son story. Also, my diary on the table seemed to have been read . 　　"I haven't touched it in ages, who else could have?" I guessed. "My buddies haven't been here in a while, they can't get in without my room key, let alone the drawer key. Key, key!" I jumped up. 　　I remembered my mother's strange behavior when I came home: staying home instead of going to the beauty salon, her voice, the blush on her face… 　　"Could it be that Mom watched them???" This conclusion startled even me. There was nothing I could do but pretend I didn't know. I couldn't very well ask her, "Mom, did you see my porn?" That would be suicide. 　　After tidying up, I went downstairs and saw my mother making dinner in the kitchen. I followed the sound to the kitchen. 　　"Go take a shower first, it'll be quick," my mother said with her back to me. 　　Just then, Mom bent down to open the cabinet to get something. I was about to turn around when I saw this scene and stopped in my tracks. Mom was wearing a very short, tight skirt today. When she bent down, I could clearly see her panties from behind; only a thin line connected them, and that line was embedded in her buttocks, exposing her snow-white, fleshy buttocks to the air. Only a small piece of fabric covered her vulva in the front; it was clearly a very small and sexy thong. I couldn't help but feel a heat rising in my lower body. For a while, Mom seemed unable to find what she was looking for, and I admired the view even more closely. 　　"Ah!" Mom seemed to sense my burning gaze and turned around. I was a little flustered and quickly turned back to walk towards the bathroom. This scene has been stuck in my mind. While showering, I couldn't help but start stroking my already erect penis. Suddenly, I noticed a shadow at the bathroom door. Hesitating for a moment, I gently opened the door and saw my mother's back disappear into the kitchen. A wave of suspicion washed over me: "Mom..." 　　Ever since that incident, I've felt something's off. My mother has been behaving strangely. For example, she never used to ask me to do any housework, but lately, she always asks me to take the clothes I've taken off from the bathroom basket and put them in the washing machine. Even though it's a simple task, she insists I do it. 　　And every day I find all sorts of sexy, transparent panties in the basket—sometimes one, sometimes several—sometimes with some sticky residue, and always on top of the pile of clothes, as if she's afraid I won't see them. 　　Sometimes when my classmates call, my mom always answers first. If it's a girl, she always gives me a sidelong glance, then reluctantly hands me the phone, and then stands there a little sullenly until I finish my call, then asks, "Who was it? Your girlfriend?" Thinking back on it now, her tone is a little sour. 　　I also remember one morning, I had just woken up and opened my eyes to find my mom staring intently at my erection . She didn't realize I was awake. I only saw her seem to be hesitating about something. Suddenly, my mom reached out and slowly approached the part of my underwear that was almost bursting. Just as she was about to touch it, her eyes met mine, and she reacted strongly, immediately pulling her hand back.

"I...I...why didn't I cover myself with the blanket?" Mom avoided my eyes and turned to leave.

And...things like this have been happening frequently lately, but I hadn't noticed anything amiss
until just now, when I connected the dots.

"Could Mom be intentionally tempting me?" This thought sent a surge of excitement and impulse through me
. Of course, I couldn't be sure.

I quickly changed my clothes and left the bathroom. Mom was still in the kitchen. I went in and found her seemingly lost in thought
, not cooking, just staring blankly at the pot on the stove. I walked over quietly and tapped her on the shoulder. She
seemed to be electrocuted and screamed, "Ah!"

"Mom, it's me."

"Yu'er, you scared me to death!"

"No, Mom's so beautiful, how could I possibly scare you to death? What are you thinking about?"

"Ah, nothing... nothing, Yu'er, we can eat now."

I've always thought my mother was beautiful, and seeing her like this made me even more smitten. I reached out and took her
hand: "Okay, let's eat together." Mom seemed flustered by my actions, but she didn't refuse.

At the dinner table, I kept staring into Mom's eyes. She seemed uneasy the whole time.

"Yu'er, why are you staring at Mom like that?"

"You look especially beautiful today, so I took a second look."

"You little rascal! Don't try to take advantage of your old mother."

"It's true, Mom, I've always thought you were beautiful."

"Sigh, Mom's getting old." Saying this, Mom touched her face and sighed softly.

"Tch, who said you're old? Remember when we went shopping for clothes? The saleswoman thought we were a couple
. If we weren't mother and son, I really..." I paused, unable to finish.

"Really?" Mom looked at me, her eyes conveying a message—encouragement? Temptation?

"I really want to pursue you as my girlfriend," I blurted out.

A light flashed in Mom's eyes, but it quickly disappeared: "Don't talk nonsense, come and eat."

After dinner, Mom went to pack her things, and I went upstairs. A little while later, I heard Mom enter her room, and I heard
the sound of her rummaging through the closet. It seemed Mom was going to change clothes and take a shower. At that moment, Mom's beautiful body appeared
in my mind again.

"Never mind, I'll see first." I quietly opened the door and went to Mom's room. The door was slightly ajar
. I gently pushed it open, and the scene before me made me feel a surge of excitement again. Mom was facing away from
the door, changing clothes in front of the full-length mirror. I only saw her gently taking off her t-shirt. I saw my mother
's smooth, bare back, covered by a black bra, matching the panties I'd seen her in the kitchen earlier
.

Then I realized that from her angle, she could see me in the mirror, but she didn't say anything. Instead, she
gently unbuttoned her skirt and slowly pulled down the zipper. It seemed like she was deliberately undressing for me;
this provocation had already made my little brother stand erect. I was so pent up.

The black thong was finally back in front of me, so narrow and small. Wearing it now
felt completely different from when I'd seen it in the laundry basket.

Slowly, she unhooked her bra, and I could still see her firm breasts protruding from behind
. Then, she gently and elegantly pulled down her panties. I saw her completely naked
—so beautiful, so beautiful! I almost couldn't resist rushing over and hugging her. But I held back.
Mom bent down, opened the closet, and took out another set of underwear. Oh my god! My blood was boiling. Just as Mom
bent down, I saw it. In the reflection of the mirror, I could clearly see Mom
's vulva, her vagina, running down her buttocks, a thin slit with many fine pubic hairs.

I couldn't take it anymore. I pushed open the door and looked at Mom. It seemed like only then that Mom noticed me:
"Yu'er, you... what are you doing?"

"Mom, I... I can't forget you after I saw your body last time. I want you... I want you to be
my girlfriend." I don't know why, but I said those words.

Strangely, Mom wasn't angry. After listening, she looked at me for a while and said, "Yu'er, you're still young
. It's okay to say this now, but when you grow up and meet a girl you love, you won't think like this anymore."

"No, Mom, you've worked so hard all these years, supporting this family alone.
I know how much loneliness you've endured for me. Mom, I want you to know that I truly love you, and I will always be with you
." I was moved, looking at Mom with deep affection. Mom was also touched, tears welling in her eyes;
it seemed my words had touched a raw nerve.

"Mom loves you too, son. Everything Mom has done is for you. As long as you're happy,
I don't care how much hardship I suffer. Because I'm your mother." Mom still stubbornly insisted.

"No, Mom. I love you not only because you're my mother, but also because you're the most beautiful
woman in my heart." I was determined.

Mom's body stiffened, her eyes widening as she looked at me: "What are you saying!" I went over and hugged
Mom.

"Look into my eyes, Mom! Don't lie to me, and don't lie to yourself. You need me, you are
so beautiful, only Dad and I are worthy of you. Mom, I love you, and I know you love me too. We
shouldn't just be mother and son." I paused, then whispered in Mom's ear, "We should also be lovers
."

"But..." Mom couldn't finish her sentence, and I silenced her with my lips
. I kissed her forcefully, sucking on her lips, using my tongue to pry open her clenched teeth,
my arms tightly around her. Slowly, Mom's body warmed up, softening in my arms,
her breathing becoming more and more rapid. Finally, Mom opened her mouth, letting me kiss her deeply. Time seemed to stand
still; this long kiss melted away our embrace.

After a long while, our lips finally parted, both panting, Mom's face as red as a girl's first kiss.

We gazed at each other for a long time. Then, Mom murmured, "You look just like your father." I couldn't resist kissing
her again. Mom chuckled and pulled away, whispering in my ear like a breath, "Silly boy, you don't need to hold me so
tightly. Do you think I'd run away?" That gentle reproach struck me like thunder, because I knew that
from that moment on, Mom was mine!

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