Mother

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Chapter 1 Reunion

Last summer, my parents finally ended their eighteen-year marriage and embarked on the path of divorce. Actually, their divorce wasn't unexpected. My father was fifteen years older than my mother, and he was always busy with work. Since their marriage, they had argued and bickered for countless years. In addition, my mother had a beautiful face, and although they were both nearing forty, she still had many suitors. Later, I heard that my mother was getting close to the owner of a construction company. In a fit of anger, my father finally decided to file for divorce.

Actually, my mother's affair could be forgiven. Ultimately, my father still bore the greatest responsibility for her affair. In my father's eyes, the company was home, and his career was his true wife.

After my parents' divorce, my father strictly forbade me from contacting my mother. For a year, my mother seemed to have disappeared from the world. Until one afternoon, I unexpectedly received a phone call from my mother.

Following the address my mother gave me, I found a luxurious and beautiful white detached villa at the foot of Yangmingshan. As I hesitated at the door, my mother emerged from the villa, her face beaming with joy, to greet me.

Although we hadn't seen each other for a year, I almost didn't recognize her. She wore a white sleeveless dress; the light, short cut accentuated her slender figure. Combined with her fashionable makeup, she didn't look like the mother of a seventeen-year-old at all, but rather like a young woman in her early thirties. The woman before me was indeed my mother, but how could a woman divorced only a year ago afford such a luxurious villa? Besides, her wild and vibrant attire was something I had never seen before. Could a year really change someone so much?

My mother hugged me tightly, kissed my forehead, and was frequently overcome with emotion, tears welling in her eyes. Her love for me was undeniable. She led me into the luxurious villa and showed me around the entire house. From the second-floor balcony, the view overlooked the entire Taipei Basin—it was breathtaking. But I was filled with questions, and facing my mother whom I hadn't seen in so long, I couldn't bring myself to ask.

My mother seemed to sense my doubts, and after some earnest questioning, she told me everything that had happened over the past year.

It turned out that before her divorce, my mother had already been having an affair with the construction company owner. After the divorce, the only person she could rely on was this man. But he was a married man, and unwilling to break up his original family, he placed my mother in this luxurious villa. My mother had no choice but to become his mistress.

Living in the luxurious villa, although she lacked nothing in terms of food and clothing, the construction company owner only treated my mother as a plaything to pass the time. He would only come to see her occasionally, once or twice a week. My mother was like a concubine living in a palace, only able to hope for the king's favor day and night.

After listening to my mother's story, a sudden pang of reluctance welled up inside me. She was, after all, my mother. Despite her comfortable material life, her spiritual life was utterly empty. As her son, I felt helpless in the face of this situation.

"Mom... are you happy?"

My mother hesitated for a moment before managing a weak reply, "Not bad."

"Mom, don't worry, I'll come to visit you often."

Hearing my words, my mother happily hugged my neck and leaned on my shoulder, bursting into tears. At that moment, my mother looked like a helpless woman who had endured countless hardships, and I was undoubtedly the only piece of driftwood she could cling to in the vast ocean.

I reluctantly said goodbye to my mother. Before leaving, she handed me the keys to the villa, telling me that the door was always open for me, and also slipped me a considerable amount of pocket money.

Back home, my mind was filled with images of my mother. The reunion with her today was incredibly impactful. First, she was almost unrecognizable, so young and beautiful that I almost didn't recognize her. Second, she had transformed into a wealthy man's mistress—something I never dared to imagine before, yet it was all a reality.

Suddenly, I longed for the simple, kind image of my mother from the past. She always wore simple dresses, rarely anything fancy. This reminded me of something else: after the divorce, she didn't take a single piece of clothing with her. Now, it seems she had the determination and courage to break with her past self.

For the next few weeks, I would sneak off to see my mother on nights when my father worked overtime. She would always prepare a hot meal for me, and I felt as if I had returned to the warm and happy home I remembered. Her care for me was even greater than before; she would even prepare a bath for me after dinner. Her affectionate gestures seemed to be making up for the past year's absence.

Unfortunately, to avoid arousing my father's suspicion, I couldn't stay overnight, and my mother could only watch me leave. For a month, our brief nightly reunions were followed by the cruel separation, a truly indescribable sadness.

Chapter Two: After Drinking

The opportunity finally arrived. My father had to go to Guangzhou for over a month for a project in mainland China. When I heard this news, I was almost bursting with excitement, because for a month, I could be with my mother day and night, never apart.

The moment my father boarded the plane, I rushed into my mother's arms. My mother was just as overjoyed as I was. That evening, to celebrate our month-long reunion, we held a small celebration in the yard.

My mother took a bottle of whiskey from the cupboard and came out.

"Come on, let's get drunk tonight!"

"Mom...when did you start drinking? I don't remember you ever drinking."

My mother said somewhat awkwardly, "Silly child, people change, especially for a divorced woman. Life has taken a different turn."

As she spoke, she poured herself a drink, her face showing a blank and helpless expression. I felt a pang of pity, picked up the glass, and gulped down the whiskey.

"Mom! I toast you! No matter what the future holds, I will always be your son, and I will always support you."

My mother was moved to tears again, tears sliding from the corners of her eyes onto her flushed cheeks. She was truly captivating. No wonder so many men had fallen at her feet in the past. As her son, although I spent every day with my mother, I had never noticed that she was such a charming woman.

"Mom...you're so beautiful..."

Although my mother was seven or eight parts drunk, she was a little embarrassed by my sudden praise.

"Mom's getting old, what's with all this talk about beauty? You're just being glib!"

"No, no, no, I'm telling the truth. Mom is getting younger and more beautiful every day. When I first saw you, I almost didn't recognize you."

My mother tossed her long, flowing hair, looking alluring and captivating. Combined with her swaying figure after drinking, she possessed an indescribable beauty.

Perhaps it was the alcohol, or perhaps I was simply overcome by a sudden impulse, but I was suddenly seized by inappropriate fantasies about my mother. My heart pounded, and my hands began to sweat profusely…

“I want to… I want to… hug Mom… is that alright?”

My mother smiled gently and pulled me into her arms. At that moment, the strong smell of alcohol mixed with her perfume created an irresistible aroma. I wrapped my arms around her slender waist, and she pressed her breasts tightly against my face. The soft, warm feel of her breasts instantly captivated me. Through her thin shirt, I kissed her breasts passionately…

Perhaps we were both drunk. My mother not only didn't refuse my inappropriate actions, but she seemed quite intoxicated by them. She closed her eyes tightly, slowly twisting her body, enjoying the waves of tingling pleasure emanating from her chest…

I don't know how much time passed, but when I opened my eyes again, I was lying on a large crystal bed. Looking out the window, I realized it was almost noon. Because of the hangover, I wasn't sure if what happened last night was real, or just my imagination.

"You're awake! You were really drunk, and you threw up all over me."

"Mom…last night…we…?"

"We were both drunk!"

I didn't know if my mother was being evasive or if nothing had really happened, but I was certain that my mother and I had spent our first night together, and that a month would follow!

Chapter Three: Discovery

In the afternoon, my mother went shopping, leaving me alone in the empty house. Bored, I wandered around, looking here and there, searching everywhere. I wanted to understand how my mother had spent this long year alone in this mansion.

Entering my mother's room, besides a luxurious round bed, I was greeted by a room full of wardrobes. Casually opening one, I found it overflowing with a dazzling array of designer clothes of all kinds. The styles—trendy, bold, flamboyant, and vibrant—were unlike anything I'd ever seen before. No wonder my mother hadn't taken a single piece of clothing with her after the divorce; to her, these were the only clothes that mattered, while her old clothes were merely scraps of cloth to cover her body.

Then, I opened the drawer where she kept her underwear. The moment I pulled it open, the contents immediately caught my eye, and my heart skipped a beat!

"My God…this is…Mom's…underwear…panties…"

Four large drawers, each about three feet square, were filled with all sorts of underwear; almost every style and color available on the market could be found in my mother's drawers.

I casually picked up a few pieces and examined them, discovering that my mother's underwear ranged from sheer, completely transparent, covered in lace, so small it barely covered anything, with openings at the genitals, to obscene and indecent items. My mother's drawer was practically a mini lingerie museum, filled with blush-inducing and provocative pieces.

I knew some women had a penchant for collecting lingerie, but if it was all obscene underwear, it was more of a man's than a woman's hobby. Suddenly, it dawned on me: my mother, to please men, didn't hesitate to wear these obscene and lewd lingerie every day to attract their attention, and thus, without realizing it, she had amassed a drawer full of underwear!

Discovering my mother's underwear further fueled my curiosity, and I searched her room relentlessly, trying to uncover more secrets.

Sure enough, I quickly found a leather suitcase on my mother's bedside table. The heavy suitcase exuded a mysterious aura. It took me a lot of effort to unlock it, but what I pulled out was even more shocking than my mother's underwear!

A dazzling array of sex toys!!

Dildos, all sorts of electric vibrators, lubricant, anal beads, vibrating eggs, even whips, handcuffs, and leather items for sadomasochism… so many I couldn't count them all.

Indecent underwear, lewd sex toys… I sat alone on my mother's soft bed, imagining everything that had happened on this bed… I was confused. What kind of woman was my mother? What kind of life had she led this past year…? All of this remained only in my imagination.

Chapter Four: Dazzling

Since discovering my mother's secret, my mind was filled with lewd fantasies about her. At the dinner table, my mother noticed my strange expression and couldn't help but ask what was wrong.

"Xiaobao, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

"No...nothing...I'm fine."

"Still lying? Your face clearly says 'I have a problem,' can't Mom see that?"

I tried to change the subject, but my mother kept pressing, so I had no choice but to talk to her.

"Mom, how have you been these past year? Were you lonely?"

"Of course I was lonely, but what could I do? It's just my bad luck."

"So when you were lonely...how did you pass the time?"

"Why are you asking such a strange question? Mom doesn't want to answer. I just want to tell you that the past is the past, and now that you're back by my side, I won't be lonely anymore."

"But Mom, I'm just your son. I'm still young, don't I need a man to keep me company?"

"There's no good man in the world. Right now, I only trust you!"

"But what about that other man? He'll come looking for you again, and everything I have now is thanks to him, isn't it?"

"I'll leave here eventually. When that happens, will you stay with me?"

"Mom, wherever you go, I'll be by your side."

I finally understood my mother's feelings. She had long wanted to leave this prison-like place, but she was alone and lacked the courage. Now, because of my presence, she seemed to have a different plan. If that day ever came, I would be willing to live a secluded life with her in a remote mountain village. That

night, I tossed and turned, unable to sleep. Every time I closed my eyes, the image of my mother, dressed in indecent underwear, being violated by a man with sex toys flashed before my eyes. Despite my efforts, I couldn't fall asleep.

I got up to use the bathroom. In the laundry basket, my mother's clothes, which she had just changed out of after showering, were still piled up. Suddenly, a thought struck me. I casually rummaged through the basket and inadvertently discovered my mother's underwear, which she had just washed that evening, lying quietly inside. An impulse surged within me; I could no longer control my lust and hastily stuffed my mother's underwear into my pocket.

Back in my room, I carefully unfolded my mother's underwear, which was curled up in a ball. The bright red panties were trimmed with beautiful lace, and the transparent fabric was embroidered with blooming roses. As I examined the panties, I noticed a layer of white secretions on them, emitting a strong, mixed odor of fishy smell and urine. It was like a natural aphrodisiac; just a few sniffs were enough to get me extremely aroused.

"This...this is Mom's scent...?"

I masturbated while taking out my penis, sniffing my mother's panties, and even licking the secretions on them. A slightly sour taste traveled from the tip of my tongue to my forehead, an indescribable strange taste, yet also indescribably magical. My overflowing semen had already been ejaculating...

Chapter Five: The Gift

Although it wasn't the first time I had masturbated with a woman's panties, it was the first time I had done so with my mother's. Although the excitement lingered after ejaculation, it also made me feel ashamed towards my mother. I felt that I had defiled my mother's body, and mentally, I had raped her a thousand times over.

"What's wrong? Didn't you sleep well last night? Why do you have dark circles under your eyes?"

"It's hot..."

"How about we go shopping at the department store today?"

My mother, dressed in a youthful outfit, held my hand tightly as we walked down the bustling street. If you didn't look closely, people would think we were a couple deeply in love. My mother always picks out fashionable clothes at the department store. Fortunately, she has always maintained a good figure, so she looks good in everything she wears.

Passing by the women's lingerie section, I inadvertently spotted a set of very sexy and attractive underwear. Although it paled in comparison to the underwear in my mother's wardrobe, it was still quite a sexy style for most women.

I don't know where the impulse came from, but when my mother wasn't looking, I secretly bought the set. Perhaps… I was truly infatuated with my mother's underwear; I really wanted to see her wearing it.

Back home, my mother tried on her new clothes one by one. Suddenly, she noticed a set of women's underwear in the bag, along with a note that read: "To my beautiful mother, may you be beautiful inside and out!"

I waited anxiously in the living room, unsure how my mother would react to seeing the sexy underwear. But soon after, my mother emerged wearing a tight-fitting skirt.

"Little Bao, look at the dress Mom bought, isn't it pretty?"

"Mom has a great figure, she looks good in anything!"

"When did you become so sweet-talking? No wonder Mom dotes on you."

My mother suddenly turned around and asked me to zip up the back of her bra. As I reached for it, I was surprised to find that the bra she was wearing was the very one I had given her. It turned out she was already wearing it, which meant she had happily accepted my gift!

"Thank you for the gift. It fits Mom perfectly and looks great on her."

"Mom..."

"I'll wear it often. After all, it's a token of my love from my precious son."

"If Mom likes it, I'll buy you some more..."

My mother blushed and said thoughtfully, "No need. I have plenty of underwear. It's enough that you have the thought."

"I was thinking, Mom would look so beautiful in it... It's just a pity... I can't see it."

My mother blushed even more and said shyly, "If you keep talking nonsense, Mom will get angry."

After saying that, she locked herself in her room and refused to come out for a long time. I didn't know if she was really angry or shy, but I could tell that my mother was very happy. I never thought that a piece of underwear could win my mother's heart!

Back in my room, I was about to turn off the light and go to sleep when my mother suddenly came in. What caught my eye was that my mother was now wearing a pink silk nightgown. Its transparency could only be described as "completely transparent." And under the nightgown, she was wearing the sexy lingerie I had given her.

"Xiao Bao... go to sleep early... Mom came to say goodnight to you."

In fact, my mother's actions were undoubtedly ulterior motives; she was just looking for an excuse to achieve her goal. But the fact that my mother was willing to show me her body in this way also showed that her love for me was unquestionable.

"Mom... just as I said... it looks so good on you! Absolutely gorgeous!"

My mother even deliberately turned around in front of me. Because the design of the underwear only had a small thin line at the back, I could only see the line disappearing from her waist into the crevice of her round buttocks, and then connecting to the small piece of cloth covering her slightly protruding vulva. It was truly wonderful!

"Mom has gained a little weight recently, and her figure has become a bit out of shape."

"No, no, Mom's figure is good enough to compete for Miss China."

My mother gently stepped forward to cover me with the blanket. When she bent over, I could clearly see her bottomless cleavage and her snow-white breasts exposed outside the back of the bra. I wish I were still a child, able to suckle my mother's nipple without restraint...

"You've seen everything you wanted to see, are you satisfied now? Can you go to sleep now?"

"Mom, you're so good to me. Actually, you didn't have to do this, I was just joking with you."

"We are one, mother and son, we shouldn't have any secrets from each other. Besides, Mom's body is no different from other women's, there's nothing to hide."

I said mischievously, "Then I'll show Mom my body too." After saying that, I pretended to take off my pants, and my mother laughed and told me to stop.

"I don't even want to see your body."

"Mom, you're wrong, I'm all grown up now, I'm an adult."

"Aren't all men's bodies the same..."

In the midst of our playful banter, my mother's hand accidentally touched my penis. Coincidentally, my little brother was already hard from seeing my mother's sexy appearance, and my mother naturally felt it when she touched it. Her face flushed red with embarrassment, and she turned and left without looking back…

Chapter Six: Unveiling

the Secret As usual, my mother went to the market early in the morning to buy groceries. While she was out, I secretly went to her room. I originally only wanted to steal a few pairs of her underwear for masturbation, but I unexpectedly discovered an electric dildo on her bedside table.

Perhaps last night's playful antics had stirred up her loneliness, causing her to take out the dildo to comfort herself again. I smelled the dildo; I could vaguely detect a faint fishy smell. Looking at the bathroom laundry basket, sure enough, the underwear my mother wore last night was crumpled up and tossed on top, damp and sticky—clearly from her masturbation…

I thought my arrival would fill the emptiness in my mother's heart, but these signs showed that she was still just a woman, and she too desperately needed a man's comfort. But could I, as her son, provide that?

Suddenly, an evil thought flashed through my mind. "Incest," a thought I didn't want to think about, yet it kept popping into my mind. My mother and I loved each other, that was an undeniable fact, but could love justify defying morality? I was caught in an internal struggle.

At night, while watching TV, I deliberately moved closer to my mother and rested my head on her shoulder, acting like a child throwing a tantrum.

"You're such a grown-up, and you're still acting like a child to your mother? Aren't you ashamed?"

"Didn't you say I'm always your little darling? Why can't I act like a child?"

"I just can't do anything with you."

I intentionally or unintentionally rubbed my body against my mother's ample breasts and rubbed my thighs against her snow-white thighs exposed outside her pajamas. At first, my mother was just focused on watching TV and thought my inappropriate behavior was just fooling around, but gradually, she also felt that something was wrong.

"Xiaobao, stop fooling around, or Mom will get angry."

I deliberately pressed my erect penis close to my mother's thigh and rubbed it incessantly. My mother naturally felt it, but she pretended to be nonchalant and continued watching TV. However, I could tell from her rapid breathing that my mother wasn't completely oblivious to my body.

That night, I secretly sneaked to my mother's bedroom door, just to see if she was aroused by my teasing. Through the crack in the door, I could only vaguely see my mother sleeping on her side with her back to the door. But if I listened carefully, I could hear a "squeaking" sound of a motor turning. I knew it was the sound of an electric vibrator. Undoubtedly, my mother was using a dildo to masturbate. But because her back was to the door, I could only imagine her enjoying the pleasure of masturbation through the intermittent moans coming from her mouth.

My mother was masturbating with a dildo in the room, while I was outside the door listening to my mother's moans, and I also took out my real penis and masturbated.

The next day, my mother received a phone call. I eavesdropped and found out that it was my mother's "man" calling. The man seemed to want to come home, but my mother arranged to meet him outside so that I wouldn't see him.

Soon after, my mother changed into a brightly colored dress and went out. I secretly followed her and saw her looking around as she entered a hotel. I knew without a doubt what would happen next.

I returned home dejectedly, watching helplessly as my mother was used as a tool for another man's sexual gratification, to be abused at will. As her son, I was powerless to do anything about it. The pain in my heart was indescribable.

My mother came home, forcing a smile on her face. I could no longer hold back my grief and anger, and I rushed forward to hug her tightly, sobbing uncontrollably… My mother knew what had happened, and we, mother and son, cried together, clinging to each other for a long time.

Finally, my mother spoke, "Little Bao, tonight… will you sleep with Mommy? I'm so lonely…"

Chapter Seven: Confession

"You go to bed first, Mommy will take a shower."

I lay on my mother's big bed, waiting for her arrival. Although it was just sleeping with my mother for one night, my heart was still filled with anticipation.

Finally, my mother emerged from the bathroom, still wearing the lingerie I had given her, only this time her nightgown was a pale yellow velvet floral print, exuding both sexiness and cuteness.

She sat at her vanity, combing her long hair, and I couldn't resist taking the comb from her.

"Mom, let me do it,"

I said gently, smoothing her slightly damp hair and giving her a massage. She thoroughly enjoyed it, and I suggested she get into bed for the massage. Without a word, she immediately got into bed. And so, I traced my fingers from my mother's delicate neck down to her toes, my hands roaming over her skin through her barely-there nightgown. Not only did my mother feel comfortable, but I gradually became aroused as well…

“That’s enough, Mom, I feel good. Thank you, it’s time to sleep.”

Although I tried to fall asleep, my mother, dressed in a thin nightgown, was lying beside me. Through the moonlight streaming through the window, I could clearly see her exquisite figure, especially what she was wearing—the sexy little panties I had given her. From behind, they seemed almost naked. How could I possibly fall asleep in this situation?

“Can’t you sleep?” My mother sat up and looked at me.

“Yes! Can’t you sleep either, Mom?” We looked at each other and exchanged a knowing smile.

"Since neither of us can sleep, how about we play a game?"

"Okay, how about the 'Truth or Dare' game?"

"It's called 'Truth or Dare,' which means we ask each other questions, but you have to answer the question honestly, or you'll be punished by heaven." I told my mother seriously.

"Is it that serious? Then I don't want to play."

"No, didn't you say that there are no secrets between us, mother and son?"

"Okay, then I'll ask you first, who is the person you love most in the world?"

"Mom." I said without hesitation.

Upon hearing this, my mother pulled me and said, "Okay, let's play! You can't lie to me."

"Can I ask any kind of question?"

My mother nodded.

"I'll ask first, does Mom need a man right now?"

"How... the first question is like this... how am I supposed to answer that?"

"You have to answer honestly!"

My mother thought for a long time, and finally nodded.

"Tell me something I don't know." My mother asked.

"I...I secretly took your underwear when Mom wasn't home...to masturbate..."

My mother's face showed surprise upon hearing this, then she calmly asked, "Why did you do that?"

"Because I love you, Mom, but you started wearing those lewd underwear for that man. Every time I pass by the bathroom and see the underwear you just took off, I can't help but feel a surge of desire. Is it fair that you're only willing to wear these underwear for that man, but not for your son?"

"Isn't Mom wearing the underwear you gave her?"

"No, no, no, I meant these!" I opened my mother's drawer full of underwear and casually tossed a few pieces in front of her. I didn't expect things to turn out so awkwardly, but my mother quickly changed the subject.

"It's your turn to ask."

I took the suitcase full of sex toys from my mother's bedside table and said to her, "Tell me where these things came from."

My mother looked blank for a long time without saying a word, and finally sighed deeply, saying, "Since you already know, I don't need to hide it from you anymore. Yes, these things are all tools that perverted man used to torture me. At first, I felt pain too, so I kept them in the closet. But, until you came back to my side, I started using them again." "

Then why?"

"Don't you understand? It's because I love you too. I know it's dirty to have those kinds of thoughts, but I just can't control myself. My darling has grown up, he's a grown man now, and I need a man too."

My mother picked up one of the dildos, turned it on, and the dildo began to twist and rotate, making a series of ear-piercing sounds.

"Every time I fantasize that this cold rod is my beloved little baby, but I am, after all, your mother. What can I do for my own son? I can only comfort my empty body with this lifeless fake thing every night..."

"To be honest, Mom has always been the object of my sexual fantasies. Every time I masturbate with your underwear, I fantasize that it is Mom..."

After this explicit and embarrassing confession, there were no more secrets between us, but now we have to face an even bigger problem: "moral relations."

"Mom... actually, as long as we keep the secret... so what if we are mother and son?"

"No, no... sigh... I can't do it... how can I be with my own flesh and blood... please don't force Mom, okay? Let me think about it."

"Mom, I'll wait for you, I'll wait for you for the rest of my life." After saying that, I got up and went back to my room to sleep.

Chapter Eight: Transformation

The next morning, I woke up to find that my mother had already left. I went to the kitchen, and on the table was a sumptuous breakfast, a letter, and a small cardboard box.

Curious, I opened the box and was horrified to find a pair of worn women's underwear inside. A thought struck me—it was the very same pair my mother had worn the night before! Trembling, I picked up the letter my mother had written and read it aloud, word by word.

"My dearest little one, I couldn't sleep a wink last night, and I'm sure you had a hard time too. Now that we've already made our most honest confession, there's no need to hide anymore. But it's still a huge shock to me. I hope you can give me some time to consider your suggestion. From now on, I'm willing to do anything for you, provided we don't have sexual relations. This is the biggest concession I can make as a mother. If you agree to my suggestion, come to the chapel to find me.

P.S. Keep this pair of underwear with you; consider it a keepsake."

After reading my mother's letter, I could hardly believe my eyes. Although my mother still held a cautious attitude towards the boundaries of mother-son relations and was unwilling to give up easily, I knew it was only a matter of time.

I rushed to the small church, which was located on a quiet little platform on the mountainside. Usually, apart from the priest, few people came here. I anxiously searched for my mother and finally found her in the pavilion behind the church.

When my mother saw me, she knew I had read the letter and agreed to her conditions, but she still blushed and silently lowered her head.

"Mom... I've read the letter... Is everything you said true...?"

My mother slowly nodded.

"Then please be my lover, Mom!"

This sudden, strange request stunned my mother; she seemed not to understand what I meant.

"Hmm... What kind of strange idea is this?"

"I just want Mom to be my girlfriend..."

My mother couldn't help but laugh. She had been worried about an awkward situation, but my little stunt made us warm up again. She probably thought I was joking, but thankfully, she readily agreed.

"Whether it's a lover or a girlfriend, as long as you're happy, Mom will do whatever you want. But, let's make a deal first: before I agree, you're not allowed to do anything inappropriate to Mom, understand?"

"I'll listen to Mom. But I also want to make it clear that if we're going to be lovers, we should have all the behaviors of lovers. Do you agree to that?"

"I can't do anything with you, I'll do whatever you say." "

Then, right here in front of this cross, in the presence of God, let us, the new lovers, share a kiss that seals our love!"

"Here... what if someone sees us..."

"Why are you backing out on my first request? There's only a priest here. Besides, who would know we're mother and son? Even if someone sees us, we'll tell them openly that we're a loving couple."

My mother couldn't persuade me, and slowly closed her eyes...

Looking at my mother's rosy, slightly parted lips, which accentuated her white, even teeth, and her sensual tongue, it seemed to be beckoning to me. Although I set the conditions, I trembled with nervousness after my mother's tacit approval… I slowly leaned towards my mother's face, the rich scent of her perfume wafting over me, instantly dazzling me…

Finally, after eighteen years of waiting, my long-cherished wish came true. The moment our lips met, everything was understood… My mother's lips parted slightly, and she gently placed the tip of her tongue into my mouth, then it slithered through my mouth like a leech… Having never kissed before, I froze, as if electrocuted, letting my mother do as she pleased.

So this is what kissing feels like—so wonderful, so exciting, enough to make one ejaculate…

I mustered my courage and sucked my mother's tongue into my mouth, sucking, licking, entwining, swallowing… My mother seemed to feel an unprecedented pleasure as well, her body convulsing. And the source of this pleasure, perhaps, wasn't my tongue, but the violation of her own son!

After a passionate kiss, my mother's body heated up, her face flushed. She gasped for me to stop, but her body seemed to say otherwise. Taking advantage of her drunken state, my right hand slipped unnoticed inside her skirt, caressing her private parts through the thin fabric of her panties...

"Oh... my little darling... my sweetheart... no... this isn't right..."

"We agreed that anything but sex... Mom can't go back on her word..."

"This... um... um..."

Knowing that I wouldn't let go easily no matter what she said, my mother could only let me do as I pleased with her genitals. At this moment, my mother's panties were already a mess from the overflowing spring tide, and even the inside of her thighs were soaked. I never imagined that my once dignified and virtuous mother would have such a deep and intense desire...

"Mom...Mom...my lover...I'm so uncomfortable...down there...it's so swollen...it feels like it's about to burst...please...help me...help me..."

My heart was full of pity. After a deep kiss and caresses from my mother, my desire was no less intense than hers. But as agreed beforehand, I couldn't bring myself to do it to my mother for the time being, so I could only ask her to help me relieve myself in other ways.

My mother pressed her thighs tightly against my penis, rubbing it up and down through my trousers. In no time at all, I couldn't help but ejaculate in my pants...

"I...I came...in my pants..."

My mother looked at me with a half-smile and told me that young people are all like this. She reached into her pockets and found nothing to wipe my genitals. A brilliant idea struck her. She bent down and took off her panties, handing them to me.

"They're all wet anyway, use them as a handkerchief."

My mother's action surprised and delighted me. I couldn't bear to use them as a handkerchief; to me, they were priceless treasures. Seeing the panties soaked with my mother's love juices, a sacred piece of cloth absorbing her essence, I begged her to keep them as a souvenir. Seeing my ecstatic expression, she had no choice but to agree.

"You're really something. I just gave you one this morning, and now you want more? My whole closet of panties will be gone someday."

"These panties are different; they smell like Mom!"

Chapter Nine: Lover

An idea devised to avoid embarrassment, and unexpectedly, my mother readily accepted it. And to comply with my mother's condition of "no sexual relations," only through the act of lover could I have the most direct contact with her.

My mother is not a promiscuous woman. Although she has changed a lot in the past year, she still has certain principles regarding her body and even her chastity. The extent of her sacrifice for me must have required considerable inner struggle. Therefore, I vowed to make her sacrifice commensurate with her actions.

To be a true "lover," I needed to look like one. Although my mother is nearly forty, her natural beauty, combined with careful dressing, makes her look like a young woman in her early thirties. When we go shopping together, people often mistake us for siblings, which gives us even more confidence in our romantic pretense.

My mother dragged me to buy several matching outfits; it seems she's even more enthusiastic about being lovers than I am. Wearing matching outfits, people might really think we're a couple if they don't look closely. From then on, my mother could openly embrace me in the street without caring about other people's opinions. We even boldly kissed and hugged in the street.

"Honey, thank you so much. These past few days, I feel like I've returned to my teenage years. Even back then, I've never felt this way. Honestly, this is the first time I've ever tasted the flavor of love."

"Mom, me too. Thank you for everything you've done for me."

The street was bustling with people. My mother held my arm tightly, resting her head on my shoulder. The scent of her perfume wafted over me again. I savored everything before me, savoring the feeling of love that my mother was giving me.

"Let's go pick out a few more clothes."

"We've already bought so much, and you still want more?"

My mother smiled knowingly, pulling down the neckline of her blouse to reveal her beautiful bra that accentuated her firm breasts. "I meant this... and... this time you can choose, how about it?"

"Mom, you're so... amazing!"

"Look at you, I don't understand why you men are so obsessed with lingerie."

"Mom, you're a woman, you wouldn't understand."

My mother led me to a sex shop we frequented. The entire store was filled with a dazzling array of sexy lingerie. I looked at each piece, imagining what my mother would look like wearing them...

Before I knew it, I had picked out seven or eight sets, each one extremely sexy, even bordering on obscene and revealing. My mother paid for them without even glancing at them, clearly not caring about the style of the lingerie, but rather my feelings. On her face, I seemed to see the message, "If you like it, that's fine."

As soon as we got home, I urged my mother to change into the sexy lingerie I had just bought. Looking at the seven or eight sets of lingerie, although she already owned similar styles, those were for other men, while these were for her son, or rather, her lover. She became somewhat shy.

"Wear this one today!"

I said, picking up a sexy black panty made entirely of sheer silk and a bra with delicate embroidery for my mother. Although she was a little embarrassed, she put it on.

"Wait... Mom... I have a favor to ask. I hope you'll let me put this on for you myself."

"This... Mom will be embarrassed..."

"We're mother and son, and now we're lovers. Why be embarrassed sometimes?"

My mother couldn't resist me, and slowly took off her clothes... until she was completely naked. She covered her breasts and genitals slightly with her hands, but her devilish figure still made me drool.

"Mom... you have such a great figure... anyone would be tempted... including me, your son."

I put on her bra first. While dressing her, I took the opportunity to fondle her full and soft breasts, and found that her nipples were excitedly engorged and hard.

"Mom, please put your hands down, let me put on your panties for you."

My mother hesitated and put down her hands that were covering her genitals. I could clearly see her thick, curly pubic hair scattered messily on her mysterious forbidden zone. The snow-white skin and the black pubic hair formed a strong contrast, and even her slightly parted labia were now vaguely visible.

I was captivated by the beautiful sight before me. My mother felt even more ashamed when she saw me staring at her genitals without making a move, her face turning red to her ears.

"If you don't put it on, Mom won't put it on!"

"I'm sorry... I was stunned, Mom's... is just too beautiful..."

"Stop saying such indecent things."

I helped my mother put on her underwear. A beautiful woman in sexy lingerie was a perfect match. I couldn't help but hug my mother and kiss her passionately, ignoring her attempts to stop me...

We kissed our way from the living room to my mother's bed, rolling around on the big bed. The underwear I had just put on my mother was now pulled down to her knees. I used my middle finger as a penis, constantly moving it inside my mother's wet and hot vagina...

My mother spread her legs, allowing me to freely explore her labia. Meanwhile, our mouths never parted for a moment.

"Mom... I've always hoped... that Mom could use her mouth... even if it's just as a substitute..."

My mother knew the pain of my unfulfilled lust. She had never even considered giving her son oral sex. However, she didn't hesitate for long. She gently took out my raging penis and softly put it into her cherry-like mouth...

My thick penis almost filled her mouth. She rhythmically swallowed and released it like a piston, her tongue constantly licking the glans...

"Mom... so good... so good... I'm going to cum... I'll cum in your mouth..."

A thick, foul-smelling white liquid shot into my mother's mouth. She didn't seem to mind and swallowed it whole, while I felt a little embarrassed.

"Letting Mom eat my...it's really..."

"The flesh on your body is from me, and the semen you ejaculate is from me. It's like drinking your own saliva, it's nothing."

"Really? Let me taste Mom's love juice sometime...okay?"

My mother was at her wit's end with my quirky behavior and could only pretend not to hear and brush me off.

Sequel

Chapter 1 The Game

In just one short week, my mother had almost become a different person. Perhaps the passion of the past week had rekindled her long-extinguished desires and passions. I, as a son, was attempting to replace my mother as her man. Perhaps it was arrogant, but for both of us, it was undoubtedly a major test.

After a few days, from my master to my mother's enthusiastic response, it was not hard to see that my mother was indeed somewhat moved. Moreover, the premise of "not having sex" was simply a huge excuse. My mother genuinely wanted me, but she couldn't let go of her identity as "mother."

I was awakened from my sleep by a deep, passionate kiss. Opening my sleepy eyes, I saw my mother's kind, smiling face. This was how she had been waking me up for the past few days.

"My little darling, did you sleep well last night?"

My mother brought breakfast into the room and sat on the edge of the bed.

"Let's have a European-style breakfast in bed today, you and I."

I don't know where my mother got the idea from, but I was happy that my simple-minded mother had finally learned to enjoy life. Suddenly, I had a new idea and immediately crawled out of bed.

"Mom, since you're in such a good mood today, how about something even more special?"

"You little devil, what kind of crazy idea have you come up with to prank your mother now?"

"It's called 'human cutlery.' It means both of you use your own bodies as cutlery to feed each other. As for which part of your body to use? That's up to your imagination."

To demonstrate, I first took a big gulp of juice into my mouth, using my mouth as a cup, and then fed the juice to my mother. This indirect contact game was novel to my mother, but also a little embarrassing, because she knew I would definitely come up with many lewd ways to force her to comply.

"Your turn."

My mother took off her top and bra, revealing her two round, full breasts, and spread strawberry jam on them. Just seeing my mother's breasts made me want to suck on them, let alone with the delicious jam on them! I couldn't help but praise myself for my brilliant idea.

My tongue, like a greedy leech, clung tightly to my mother's breast. I traced the perfect curve of her breast, licking the jam that smelled of milk...

"Mmm... mmm..."

My mother let out a comfortable moan, enjoying the waves of tingling pleasure emanating from her chest. I gently took my mother's erect nipple into my mouth, biting it lightly with my teeth, teasing it with my tongue, squeezing it with my lips, and sucking it with my mouth... a series of playful actions that made my mother begin to get excited.

"Mmm... like a little baby...

sucking on Mommy's breasts..." After licking my mother's nipple, it was my turn. I skewered toast onto my erect penis and smeared jam all over the glans. The amusing sight made my mother laugh.

"This is called a sausage sandwich, it's delicious!"

Without hesitation, my mother put the toast and my penis into her mouth together, chewing the bread while licking the jam off the glans. The friction almost made me ejaculate.

"Your turn, Mom. Now, please take off your pants."

"You wouldn't be thinking of..."

"Don't worry, I'll keep my promise. I just want to use Mom's genitals to play today's game."

My mother looked puzzled, but still took off her skirt and underwear. Naked, she lay on the bed like a lamb to the slaughter. I told her to clench her legs, then poured the cold juice into the hollow of her genitals. Using my mother's genitals as a cup—I was so clever!

The cold juice made her shiver. Then, like a puppy drinking water, I knelt between her legs, licking the juice from the hollow between her thighs…

“Sizzle… sizzle… sizzle…”

My tongue kept tracing her vulva, the cold liquid constantly seeping from between her tightly clenched legs into her labia… Finally, my mother couldn't help but open her legs, the juice wetting the sheets, but I didn't give up, licking the residue clinging to her labia…

“Oh… no… don't do this…”

But my mother didn't stop me; instead, her legs opened wider and wider. I boldly used my fingers to spread her labia, licking her swollen, red vulva.

"Little darling...is the juice...good...?"

"It's so delicious...I want more..."

My tongue roamed between her labia, and I sealed my mother's vulva with my mouth, sucking the remaining juices inside her vagina. A liquid with the sour smell of fruit juice, the pungent smell of urine, and a few strands of my mother's pubic hair was swallowed into my throat, and I truly tasted what was called "the taste of motherhood."

"Mom...you eat with me too..."

I turned my body around, and my mother lay on the bed, while I pressed down on her head and feet, adopting a 69 position to perform oral sex on each other until we both ejaculated.

Chapter Two: Toys

For almost half a month, I played sex games with my mother without any actual sex. At the crucial moment, she would always use masturbation or oral sex to make me ejaculate. But gradually, this game became tiresome and disappointing. Then, another wicked scheme arose in my mind…

“Mom, you have so many interesting toys. How do you want to play with them? Can you show me?”

My mother seemed somewhat displeased.

“These are all torture devices that man used to torment me. They’re not fun at all.”

“You’re wrong. The objects themselves are innocent; it depends on who uses them. Just like sex can make a woman suffer terribly, or it can make her feel like she’s in heaven.”

My mother knew I was quick-witted. Although she was still somewhat reluctant, she finally agreed to demonstrate how to use an electric dildo for masturbation in front of me after my persistent pleading.

It was a subtly crafted black plastic dildo, much thicker than a regular dildo. As soon as my mother turned the switch, the dildo began to spin with a "squeak," and I could feel a tingling sensation in my palm.

For my mother to use a dildo to masturbate in front of her son was more embarrassing than running naked; after all, masturbation is a private, personal act, and now it had become a performance. It took a lot of courage for her.

I leaned against the headboard, while my mother, with her back to me, nestled against me. I slipped my hands inside her shirt and unhooked her bra. To arouse her, I caressed her breasts and stimulated her nipples.

After a while, my mother began to feel something. She closed her eyes, her breathing becoming rapid. Then, she slowly spread her legs and pressed the dildo against her vulva through her underwear.

Stimulated by the vibrations of the dildo, her underwear began to wet, the stains spreading gradually. I knew her arousal had overflowed, and I urged her to hurry up while biting her ear.

Instead of taking off her panties as expected, my mother pulled them aside, revealing her reddened labia. After adjusting the position, she slowly inserted the dildo into her wet vagina…

“Mom… does it feel good…?”

My mother nodded, appearing quite ecstatic.

“I told you so, didn’t I? The same thing can still bring great pleasure.”

My mother slowly moved in and out a few times, her vaginal fluid overflowing with each thrust, even wetting the sheets. Since a dildo is different from a real penis, the vibration from the motor alone is enough to drive a woman crazy. But to see an even more stimulating scene, I took out a string of beads of varying sizes from my mother’s toy box.

“Mom, how do you play with this?”

I asked knowingly. My mother blushed and told me not to touch it, but I insisted on asking, so she had no choice but to tell me.

"That's... for... for anal insertion..."

"Let me see too! Okay, Mom?"

The dildo was still vibrating inside her vagina, sending waves of tingling pleasure through her body. The beads, which she had always loathed, were now toys she wanted to try.

She turned over, lying face down on the bed, her round buttocks raised, the dildo still inside. I first licked her anus to lubricate it, then inserted the first bead...

"Mmm... mmm..."

A flicker of pain crossed her face, but it was quickly replaced by excitement. The beads, large and small, were inserted one by one into her anus, then slowly pulled out, inserted again, pulled out again... This happened dozens of times. Under the dual stimulation of her vagina and anus, she experienced an unprecedented new sensation. Those sex toys that she had once loathed now seemed so adorable!

"Let me serve Mom!"

I took the dildo from my mother's hand, turned the motor to maximum speed, and thrust violently.

"Ahhh...ahhh...please have mercy...I can't take it anymore...I'm going to lose it..."

My mother's vaginal fluids gushed out like a flood bursting its banks. I quickly pulled out the dildo, like a black bear licking honey from a tree hollow... At this moment, my mother lay motionless on the bed as if unconscious. I knew she was immersed in boundless orgasm...

Chapter Three: Design

Actually, my desire to constantly come up with strange ideas to play sexual games with my mother had ulterior motives. My mother wasn't a promiscuous woman. As I've said before, in some ways, she could even be considered a conservative Chinese woman. Her current state was entirely the fault of two men: my father and her lover.

From the moment my mother reappeared in my life, I had already silently vowed to use my body to liberate her soul. In the past month of intimate contact with my mother, I have always kept my promise to her, engaging only in sexual games but unable to actually make love. What pains me even more is knowing that my mother also needs a man, yet watching helplessly as she suppresses her overwhelming desire because of blood ties and societal norms.

While engaging in sexual games with my mother somewhat relieves our urges, the ultimate goal is actually to completely break down her defenses.

"Let's go shopping,"

my mother said, dressed in a pure white, tight-fitting sleeveless vest and short skirt, deliberately dressing young so that we would appear as real couples on the streets. Her intentions were clear.

"Mom," I said, "you make me go shopping with you every two days, but we either buy clothes or go to the movies, it seems a bit boring. How about a walk by the beach?"

Since her divorce, my mother hasn't had any leisure time other than shopping. She agreed to my suggestion without hesitation, and so we boarded the bus to Tamsui.

Since it wasn't a holiday, there weren't many passengers on the bus. I pulled my mother to the last row because I had fantasized about having sex with women in public, and buses were one of those fantasies. But today, I wanted to play a game with my mother.

The journey would take about an hour. Not long after the bus started moving, I reached my hand inside my mother's skirt.

"Xiao Bao... not at this time..."

"No one will see anyway."

"There are other people on the bus."

"That's more exciting, isn't it?"

My fingers kept probing my mother's genitals through her thin panties. When I pressed harder, her soft, warm labia gripped my fingers like two sponges.

"...Mmm..."

My mother tried to suppress her excitement, afraid of being discovered by the other passengers sitting next to her. But her body reacted so intensely; a torrent of vaginal fluid gushed out, and soon her panties were soaked.

"Take off your panties."

"What? Now?"

My mother hesitated for a moment, but seeing my determined look, she knew I wasn't joking.

"Why take it off now...isn't that inappropriate..."

"I want Mom to experience what dangerous pleasure is like."

"Dangerous pleasure?"

I explained to my mother that the bus is an open space, and today she was wearing a skirt that was so short it could be embarrassingly revealing at any moment. If she were completely naked under the skirt, exposed to everyone, her most private parts would be in danger of being spied on by strangers. When people are in such an awkward situation, it's a very exciting thing.

Although my mother didn't quite understand, just the thought of caressing her on the bus and asking her to take off her panties was enough to make her blush and her heart race. So my mother nervously took off her panties and stuffed them into her bag.

"Sit in the middle seat, that's right in front of people getting on and off the bus."

My mother's long, slender, snow-white legs often attracted the attention of other male passengers, and my mother seemed to have noticed it too. Thinking that her tight skirt was now completely bare, she kept her legs tightly closed from head to toe.

I looked at my mother's blushing cheeks and trembling legs. I knew she must be embarrassed, but the thrill of being discovered was indescribable. When we got off the bus, I even noticed a puddle of water on her seat—was it sweat, urine, or vaginal fluid? It didn't matter anymore.

"That was terrifying on the bus! It was all your fault, coming up with such a

terrible idea! My heart was pounding!" "But come to think of it, wasn't it exciting enough?!"

My mother didn't answer, deliberately changing the subject, but I understood everything.

"Mom, since you want excitement, I'll give you something even more exciting later!"

I pulled out a toy I'd prepared beforehand—a brand-new wireless remote-controlled vibrator. It was no different from a regular vibrator, except the remote was wireless and in my hands.

"Mom, please put this little thing inside you."

"What... now..."

My mother nervously looked around. Fortunately, there weren't many people on the beach. I used my coat to cover her a little. Although she was somewhat unwilling and unhappy, she quickly inserted it into her vagina and then straightened her skirt.

"Now, let's go for a walk in a crowded place."

I pulled my mother towards a crowded street. When we got to the street, I turned on the vibrator. Instantly, the vibrator started moving wildly. Because the entire vibrator was inserted into my mother's vagina, she almost lost control in the street from the sudden stimulation.

"What... what's going on... quick... turn it off... umm..."

"Mom, does it feel good?"

I teased my mother like a child. Although the vibrator made her whole body numb, she couldn't take it out. She was angry and annoyed, but she could only let me do as I pleased and endure it!

"Be natural. Look, everyone around you thinks something's wrong with you. Don't let outsiders notice."

"Xiao Bao is so naughty... always coming up with bad ideas... messing with Mom..."

"Look at your legs, your stockings are soaked with your juices."

Stimulated by the vibrator, Mother's vaginal fluids gushed out like she'd lost control. Being in the crowd, unable to move, her embarrassment was even worse than in the car earlier.

Finally, Mother couldn't hold back any longer and rushed to the public restroom. A moment later, she came out, handing me a wet, sticky vibrator, her expression somewhat angry.

"That's enough. That's enough for today. You're really going too far."

Perhaps I'd gone a bit too far today, but I'd achieved my goal. Letting Mother fully experience what pleasure is might rekindle her long-dormant desire.

Chapter Four: Seduction

"Aren't you Xiao Bao? Do you remember me? I'm Xiao Juan!"

Xiao Juan was my junior high school classmate and my first love. Our unexpected encounter on the street surprised me. Xiao Juan was a girl with a wild personality, and because she loved to play around, she made many bad friends and often hooked up with men, which was why we broke up.

"It's been so long, what are you doing now?"

"Working as a hostess at a hotel."

I wasn't surprised she became a hostess, because she never cared about her body; she'd slept with hundreds of men. And my first time was thanks to Xiao Juan.

Xiao Juan's appearance gave me a sudden inspiration. Suddenly, an idea popped into my head.

"Xiao Juan, for the sake of our past relationship, please do me a favor."

"Go ahead!"

"Have sex with me! Just once."

Although sex was commonplace for Xiao Juan, her old flame's immediate request for sex surprised her, and she hesitated for a moment.

"Don't worry, I won't let you do it for nothing. I'll give you a red envelope after I'm done."

"I didn't expect you to need it so much."

"I have my reasons, I hope you won't ask any more questions."

"Alright, for the sake of the money, I'll agree."

I arranged to meet Xiaojuan at my house tomorrow to do some business, and told her I would inform my mother beforehand to make things easier. But in fact, I had other plans, because I already knew my mother's daily routine, and the time I chose was precisely when my mother returned home! Because I wanted my mother to witness this scene firsthand.

Xiaojuan arrived as agreed, and seeing the beautiful villa and spacious rooms, she was filled with envy.

"I didn't expect your house to be so beautiful."

"This is my mother's house."

I stuffed a large red envelope into Xiaojuan's hand, and Xiaojuan was overjoyed. I told her that today I wanted a "slut," a thoroughly wanton woman. Even if it was acting, I demanded that during sex, she moan and sway wildly...

"I didn't expect that the seemingly well-behaved Xiaobao would like this kind of thing! No problem, I am a slut after all!"

So, we skipped even foreplay and started making love as soon as we got into bed.

Xiao Juan had served countless clients, and to handle all sorts of customers, she had long since mastered various techniques. Her acting skills were as superb as her sexual prowess; her moans were so loud they could practically lift the roof off.

I lay on the bed, and Xiao Juan straddled me. In this woman-on-top position, the woman was in complete control. Xiao Juan wildly swayed her slender waist, her small, seductive buttocks moving up and down, forward and backward, constantly shifting. I only needed to lie there quietly, and the dutiful Xiao Juan was enough to drive me to the brink of ecstasy!

The door opened, and I knew my mother was entering the room. Xiao Juan, lost in her passion, didn't notice anything amiss.

"Scream...louder! You little slut...the louder you scream, the more excited I get!"

Xiao Juan's acting was indeed superb; her passionate moans and cries were enough to drive any man wild with desire.

I kept a close eye on the sounds outside the door. Xiao Juan's moans were loud enough for anyone outside to hear, including my mother. To find out what was going on, she would definitely come to the door...

Sure enough, my door was slowly pushed open a crack. Who else could be standing outside but my mother? Mom, look closely, this wonderful performance was all for you!

"Get down! You slutty little bitch! I'm going to fuck your cunt from behind until you pass out."

"Fuck me! Fuck me hard! I'm so slutty! I'm almost overflowing with juices..."

Xiao Juan lay on the pillow, her round little buttocks sticking up. Her little cunt, already red and swollen from being fucked, was still incredibly alluring, waiting for my ravaging.

I had already ejaculated twice after Xiao Juan's vigorous fucking, but for my mother's sake, I had to go all out. Even though my penis was a little sore from being fucked, I still grabbed Xiao Juan's buttocks and thrust hard. Even Xiao Juan, who originally thought it was just a casual fling, was a little surprised by my strength.

"Ahhh... Xiao Bao... you've really grown up... so powerful... you're fucking me... so good..."

I continued thrusting for almost ten more minutes, until after my third ejaculation, my penis could no longer stand. During this time, I kept glancing outside the door and noticed my mother was secretly watching. So, I made my announcement.

"Xiao Bao is amazing. You're the first man to give me an orgasm in so long."

Xiao Juan handed the red envelope back to me, still clinging to me with lingering desire.

"Here's the red envelope back. I hope you'll think of me sometimes. My little hole will always be open for Xiao Bao."

"Don't worry, one day I'll fuck you until you don't even recognize your parents."

I stroked Xiao Juan's not-so-full breasts, while she licked the remaining semen off my penis before reluctantly getting dressed and leaving.

After seeing Xiao Juan off, my mother suddenly appeared from the living room, glaring at me with a livid face.

"You'd better give me a reasonable explanation."

After saying this, a confrontation between mother and son was about to unfold.

Chapter Five: Wavering

"Do you remember what you solemnly promised me in the church that day?"

The mother clenched her fists, her eyes seemingly spitting fire.

"You betrayed me! You betrayed your mother! You betrayed your lover!"

"I did betray you, but did you even ask how I felt?"

"Haven't I done enough for you? As your mother, I also have to be your lover."

"What kind of lover is that! If you had seen what just happened, that would be a lover. She made me ecstatic, she made me happy, but what about you, Mother? Have you ever made me that happy?"

"I...we agreed...we couldn't..."

"No, it's not like that. You said it yourself, I had to behave until you 'agreed,' and I complied with your request, but you keep delaying my request. That's not fair."

"Mom has her reasons."

"I have mine too. A man can't live a life with only love and no sex, don't you know that, Mother?"

"Mother and son can't...I've tried my best to satisfy you, and that's my limit..."

"Limit? You just don't want to give up being my mother. To have Mom be my lover means you want Mom to treat me as a real man, not a son who never grew up."

"Enough! Stop talking!"

My mother covered her ears and ran into her room, sobbing. Perhaps I had gone too far with this move, without considering that my mother's heart was actually very fragile. I couldn't help but feel guilty.

A whole day passed, and my mother wouldn't even come out of her room. Several times I went to her door to listen to what was happening inside; the room was eerily quiet. I really hoped that my mother wouldn't do anything foolish, but at this critical moment, I couldn't expose my own trick, which put me in a dilemma.

"Since Mom is so insistent, I think our love game should end here! From now on, I'm still your son, and you're still my mother."

I never expected that I would be the one to back down first! I spoke my thoughts through the door, my only goal being to end my mother's cold war with me. Unexpectedly, as soon as I finished speaking, my mother's door opened on its own.

Her eyes were red from crying, and her face, thin from the day's work, broke my heart. I couldn't help but hug my mother and cry bitterly.

"Mom... I'm sorry, it was all my fault... Please forgive me..."

My mother gently stroked my head, as if comforting a wounded lamb.

"Don't say anymore. Mom has figured it out. Over the years, I haven't been a good mother, taking good care of you. How can I have the right to act like a mother to you now?"

My mother's words were cryptic, but for a moment, I wasn't quite sure of my deduction.

"Mom will always be Mom, but this short month of playing the lover game with you has allowed Mom to truly experience the joy of being a woman, even the joy of being loved. Thank you for that."

"Mom has also let me experience the joy of being a man."

My mother shook her head, looking at me with gentle eyes.

"Just as you said, a man can't live a life of love without sex. At first, I thought it was just a game, but now, everything has become real."

"Mom means... to continue being my lover?"

My mother nodded resolutely.

"One hundred percent lover, including my heart and my body..."

I couldn't believe my mother had given in like this! Was I smart, or was my mother too fragile? But none of that matters anymore. What matters is that my dream is about to come true.

"Your mother's first time can't be given away so easily. Remember the gazebo behind the church? That's where the game started. The game will end where it began."

"And...what happens after it ends?"

A strange smile appeared on my mother's face, plunging me into boundless imagination...

Chapter Six: The Gazing Bottom

On Monday afternoon, the small chapel was eerily quiet. Outside, only the chirping of insects and birds could be heard, and the gazebo was covered in fallen leaves and withered branches. This was where my mother and I started our game, but why choose this place for our first time together? My mother's reasoning was perplexing.

"Because it's closer to God,"

she said, her words increasingly incomprehensible.

"Since my divorce and becoming someone's mistress, although I could live a wealthy life, my heart was utterly barren. One day, I unexpectedly discovered this desolate little chapel by the mountainside. Although no one came to comfort me, I found solace in God."

My mother pointed to the cross on the chapel's roof.

"I want you to swear to God that you will love me for the rest of your life—not the love a son has for his mother, but the love a man has for a woman."

"I swear, if I lie, may I be…"

My mother covered my mouth, preventing me from making the solemn oath.

"Enough. Seeing how serious you are, I believe my decision won't be wrong."

We kissed and caressed each other, ignoring the sanctity of the church. This was blasphemy, blasphemy against God, and blasphemy against us, mother and son. My mother was my entire dream, and at this moment, I had replaced God in her heart, becoming her sole refuge. For us, nothing else mattered...

The dirty stone bench in the pavilion became our first warm bed. My mother lay on the bench, unbuttoning the front of her dress. I realized she was prepared; there was nothing under the dress, her snow-white, delicate body naked before me.

"From today onwards, my body belongs to you alone..." Her

honeyed vulva, hidden among thick pubic hair, faintly glowed. The place where I was born, I could now return to. My mother kept her eyes tightly closed, too shy to face it all. The longer it dragged on, the more things could go wrong. I knew I had to finish quickly.

My erect penis slowly slid into my mother's honeyed flesh. She let out a muffled groan as the large glans pressed against her clitoris.

"Mmm... Ohhh..."

We made love in silence. The priest in the church might come out at any moment, but the more dangerous the environment, the more it stimulated our senses. My mother bit her shirt, suppressing her overwhelming emotions, while I continued to thrust in and out of that sacred forbidden land that had been imprisoned for thousands of years.

"Hmph... Hmph... Hmph..."

Only heavy breathing could be heard in the wilderness. My mother's juices had overflowed, flowing down her thighs and covering the stone bench. Large beads of sweat slid down her nose, and her flushed cheeks made her look like a dazzling young girl. This was my mother. My mother immersed in orgasm.

My mother swayed wildly, repeatedly thrusting her lower body towards me, trying to penetrate my uterus deeper. I grasped her breasts, kneading them like dough...

"Mom... I want... to ejaculate inside you..."

"Ejaculate wherever you want... it's up to you... Mom... is yours now..."

Seventeen years of pent-up desire poured into my mother's bottomless abyss in just a few seconds. I knew that from this moment on, my life would change.

Chapter Seven: Seclusion

The small house by the mountain, though old, was quite elegant after some tidying up.

"This place can't compare to the luxurious villas on Yangmingshan, but it's a good place to live in seclusion. Anyway, as long as I'm with you, nothing else matters."

The mountainous area of Chiayi is very beautiful, and the sparse population made it a key factor in our choice of a place to live in seclusion. My mother and I had been living here for almost a month, but for that entire month, we had been busy tidying up this old, dilapidated house and hadn't had time to be intimate.

"The old lady next door asked us what our relationship was, and I told her we were husband and wife, and she actually believed me."

"Did that really happen?"

"Of course, because I lied to her and said you were my child bride, that you had married into my family when you were fifteen, so there was a slight age gap. She was surprised and said, 'These days, there are very few families with child brides, I never thought I'd meet one here!' Mom, isn't that funny?"

"What a big liar, no wonder you even tricked your mother into giving you her body. But it's good this way, from now on, I won't have to worry about my identity being questioned in this village."

A month ago, my mother and I had our first incestuous relationship in the small pavilion behind the church. Since then, we can no longer interact as a normal mother and son.

Actually, before the relationship happened, my mother had already made up her mind to leave that man and come into my arms, but it wasn't an easy thing, because my mother's comfortable life was all provided by that man, and now if she left, that man would definitely not let it go.

The only way was to escape!

My mother, with two million yuan of her secret stash, abandoned the luxurious villa and ran away with me. The only things she took from the house were three large suitcases of sexy lingerie.

"These are Xiao Bao's favorites. Mommy wants to keep them

with her so she can wear them every day." My mother's thoughtfulness touched me deeply. Indeed, when my mother put on those sexy lingerie, she seemed like a different person. When we made love, without those lingerie, the wonderful sex would be much less enjoyable.

And me? I left only a letter saying I was leaving home, and that was how I said goodbye to that cold home.

The cabin in the mountains, however, was our paradise! My mother and I rarely went out except for the occasional shopping trip. Behind the closed doors, we let our desires flow endlessly. The room contained only a large bed, and scattered on the floor were all sorts of novel sex toys, my mother's sexy lingerie, wads of toilet paper to wipe away semen, and various pornographic books and videotapes to enhance our pleasure.

Once inside the house, all notions of morality, ethics, and shame vanished! In that little house, there was only endless sex, love, lust, and debauchery…

In less than six months, my mother and I had tasted the sweet fruits of sex. Without the taboos of mother and son, my mother became unrestrained, sometimes even initiating sex—something I had never imagined. My mother, as pure as a saint, was just an ordinary woman once she took off her clothes.

“Although these days are very enjoyable, it seems… a little lonely…”

My mother, lying on the bed being vigorously thrust into by me, suddenly uttered these startling words.

“Mom, don’t think too much. This house is our paradise. As long as I’m here, I guarantee you’ll have endless orgasms every day.”

My mother smiled; I hadn’t seen her smile so brightly in a long time.

“I believe that. Even that Xiao Bao can ejaculate three times, so what is there to complain about? It’s just… I mean… should we…”

“Mom… do you want to…”

My mother seemed shy. My mother, who is already capable of making love with me passionately, blushed, showing how difficult it was to talk about this.

"Mom is over forty this year..."

"Mom is a great beauty, not at all like a forty-year-old woman, so don't worry about it."

"What were you talking about? Mom isn't afraid of getting old, but... since you've already declared to the neighbors that we're husband and wife, and they all believe you, don't you think... we should... have a..."

"A child? Me and Mom? Have our own child?"

My mother pulled the blanket over her face. The suggestion of having a child made her incredibly embarrassed. After all, she knew that a child born from incest between a mother and son carried many dangers, something most incestuous mothers and sons or fathers and daughters would try to avoid. My mother's suggestion startled me.

But then I thought about it. My mother couldn't escape the shadow of motherhood. Her son was now her husband, and without a child to maintain their relationship, she worried they would repeat the same mistake.

"I understand. If Mom wants to have a child, let's have one."

"Really?" My mother peeked out from under the blanket, looking at me with a hesitant gaze.

"My mother has sacrificed so much for me. Besides, I love children. If it's the fruit of my love and my mother's love, I'd be overjoyed. Why would I object?"

From that day on, we stopped using contraception and stopped having passionate sex. My only purpose in making love was to inject every last drop of my semen into my mother's uterus. For my mother, who was already considered an older mother, another pregnancy was not only a physical challenge but also a psychological one. At

eighteen, I was going to be a father, a mother, and also my mother.

What a ridiculous life.

...

Chapter Eight: Unending

Three years have passed.

In the blink of an eye, three years have gone by. I stood on a deserted construction site in Yangmingshan, staring blankly ahead.

"I never imagined that things would change so much in three years."

The once luxurious mountain villa had been razed to the ground. I heard that my mother's ex-husband had fled to the mainland after his business failed. The villa had also been demolished into rubble because the new owner wanted to build a high-rise, a sight that made people sigh.

"Yes... thankfully we moved quickly."

My mother, holding our two-year-old daughter, looked at everything before her, then at the tiny life in her arms, quietly recalling the hardships of the past forty years.

"I wonder if the little chapel is still there?"

"You're probably thinking of the gazebo."

"How about we go to the gazebo again sometime and make love?"

My mother didn't answer, suddenly changing the subject.

"Your father lives not far away, I'll go with you to see him, after all, he's your biological father."

"Are you coming too? As what? Ex-wife or daughter-in-law?"

"It doesn't matter anymore."

The car drove up the mountain, but stopped in a desolate place. Looking up, I saw a stone plaque that read "Yangmingshan National Cemetery." This was my father's new home. I wondered if he was comfortable there.

Last year's earthquake took many lives. Someone found his body in the rubble of a hotel in Nantou, but why did he travel all the way from Taipei to Nantou to die? Has he already heard that my son and I are living in seclusion in the central mountains? Is he looking for me?

This is a mystery that will never be solved.

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