Chain Scheme

Chapter 1 Forced by circumstances

One summer afternoon, I was taking a nap in my room when suddenly a scream came from my mother's room. I rushed to her room, and as soon as I entered, something hit me hard on the back of the head. By the time I realized there was another person hiding behind the door, I had already lost consciousness… I

don't know how long I was unconscious. When I slowly woke up, I felt a terrible pain in the back of my head. I tried to reach for it, only to find that my hands and feet were tightly bound with rope, and I couldn't move at all. Looking up, I saw that my mother was also unable to move her limbs, just like me. Standing next to her was a man with a headscarf covering his head, only his eyes visible, who was glaring menacingly around the room.

My mother, seeing that I was awake, thanked God excitedly, while the man nonchalantly brandished a knife in his hand.

"What do you want? If you want money, take whatever you want from the house, but don't hurt my mother."

"Haha, how ridiculous. I searched your house thoroughly, and there's nothing of value. Normally, it's one thing for us to take money, but since you have nothing, how can I just let it go?"

The thug turned to look at my mother lying on the ground and let out a sinister laugh. A sudden sense of foreboding washed over me. He slumped down and reached out to touch my mother's cheek, making her tremble with fear.

"Stop! Don't touch my mother..."

"So what if I do? Come and hit me!"

My mother was terrified. She wanted to escape, but where could she go? A puddle of yellow liquid gradually spread on the floor where my mother lay. I realized she had even lost control of her bladder in fear.

"No...don't hurt me...I beg you..."

"Alright, alright. Since you're begging me, I'm not heartless. Fine, let your son suffer for you." With that, he turned and walked towards me, constantly brandishing his butterfly knife.

"No! Please don't hurt my son!"

"This puts me in a difficult position. I'm in a terrible mood today and need to vent my anger on someone. You say you won't hurt me, but I can't hurt your son either. I can't hurt myself, can I?"

My mother was frantic, not knowing what to do. But seeing that the thug wouldn't give up and was about to hurt me with the knife, she had no choice but to agree to his demands.

"No...don't hurt my son...hurt me instead..."

"No..."

Suddenly, I was kicked hard in the waist, the pain almost making me faint. At that moment, even if I wanted to scream, I couldn't. I could only watch helplessly as the thug approached my mother step by step. My mother's eyes showed panic, and her whole body trembled. The thug mercilessly forced my mother face down onto the bed, forcibly removed her skirt and underwear, and reached under her crotch to molest her genitals...

"Wow! Such a tender and plump pussy... You can't even tell that this is a pussy that has given birth..."

The thug spread my mother's legs apart, and from my angle, I could clearly see that my mother's genitals were covered with thick, curly pubic hair, which was covered with urine. The more the thug watched, the more excited he became. With his left hand, he spread my mother's labia, and with his right, he slowly inserted his middle finger into her vagina, thrusting in and out… thrusting in and out…

“Haha… you said you didn’t want it, look, your juices are all over the bed.”

While thrusting his finger in and out, the thug pulled down his pants. But at that moment, he suddenly screamed, “No… no way! At this crucial moment… I can’t get hard!”

His eyes flashed with malice. The thug, who had intended to violate my mother, was now unable to achieve an erection. Enraged, he kicked my mother off the bed. She rolled to my side, nodding to me in relief that she hadn’t been further violated.

“No way! Today I have to make you, you filthy woman, lose your virginity, otherwise I won’t be able to quell my resentment… You! You take my place! I want to see you and your son perform.”

The thug pointed a knife at my nose, fantasizing that I would take his place, insisting that we commit incest. How could I possibly agree to his absurd request?

"Aren't you afraid I'll kill you?"

"Kill me if you want, I'll be a hero again in eighteen years."

Seeing my determination, the thug turned to threaten my mother, saying, "You've got guts, but your old mother might not agree to let you die."

"You! If you don't have some passionate lovemaking with your son and make me happy, don't blame me for poking holes in your son!"

My mother was in a dilemma. She had never thought of having a relationship with her son, but a gleaming knife was pressed against my neck. If he exerted even a little force, my life would be in danger. My mother took a breath and shook her head, saying, "Put the knife down! I'll do whatever you want."

The thug loosened the ropes binding my mother's hands and feet and sat alone to the side, ready to enjoy the incestuous show that was about to unfold.

"Take off your clothes first. I don't want to see any clothes on you."

My mother's lower body was already naked. At the thug's request, she first took off her top and then removed all my clothes.

"Mom...please don't! I'd rather die than let you..."

"Stop talking, son...it's all fate. Just do as I say this time! I can't let you get hurt."

"Look, how touching, such great maternal love. Well then, why don't you give him a blowjob first!"

My mother held my scrotum in one hand and took my penis in the other, putting it in her mouth. In an instant, I felt my penis being enveloped by my mother's warm, smooth lips and tongue. A powerful suction pulled my penis in, and I involuntarily thrust forward. Instantly, my mother's entire face was pressed against my crotch. I could even clearly feel the breath from her nose brushing against my pubic hair...that feeling...was so...pleasant.

Under my mother's rhythmic sucking, my penis rapidly became erect. This made me feel ashamed. How could I have such lewd thoughts when facing my mother who was being coerced into giving me oral sex? But my mother's small mouth was truly intoxicating. With each suck, my penis swelled, eventually almost reaching her throat.

Urged on by the thug, my mother quickened her sucking. I could only see my lustful penis moving in and out of her mouth. A tingling sensation traveled from the head of my penis to my brain, and I knew I was about to ejaculate.

"Mom...stop...I...I can't...I'm going to come..."

"Don't stop. Let it shoot into your mouth, and swallow every last drop."

A thick liquid shot out from my body. At the same time, my mother's movements stopped. I could only hear gurgling sounds coming from her throat. She really swallowed every last drop of my semen before slowly spitting my limp penis out of her mouth.

"Very good, you're such an obedient mother."

"I've done everything you asked, shouldn't you let us go now?"

"What a joke, the game has only just begun. Look, your son's thing is soft again. I want you to masturbate in front of him until it gets hard again."

"You...you're a devil..."

"I've never been a good person. Anyway, if you do anything that displeases me even slightly, I'll cut off one of your son's fingers first. I want to see how many fingers he has left to use."

My mother looked at me helplessly, her face turning pale and then red. I lowered my head shyly, not daring to look my mother in the eye.

"Child, look up at your mother. Now that things have come to this, we both need to be brave."

When I looked up, my mother was already sitting directly in front of me, her legs spread wide open, one hand cupping and kneading her breast, the other hand pressing against her genitals and rubbing her clitoris.

This was the first time I had ever seen a woman masturbate, but I never expected the object to be my own mother. To rekindle my desire, my mother not only deliberately displayed her private parts in front of me, but also made many obscene and lewd gestures for me to enjoy. I looked at my mother, her eyes tightly closed, her face revealing an extremely thirsty expression, which even stirred my own son.

A pair of snow-white, plump breasts, bruised and red from my mother's own kneading, I even noticed that her two raisin-like nipples were erect from engorgement, and a clear secretion seeped from her genitals, staining her fingers. At this moment, I could no longer tell whether my mother's pleasurable and intoxicated expression was a realistic performance to save my life, or an unconscious arousal of her own desires.

I felt a wave of dizziness, followed by dry mouth, flushed face, and palpitations. I knew I was about to reach the edge of arousal. If it weren't for the ropes binding me, I would have already rushed forward, regardless of who the other person was. To me, all I saw was a woman, a body brimming with lust. I wanted to have sex with her, to plunge my penis deep into her core, and then ejaculate every last drop of my semen into her thirsty cavity…

My mother squinted at my genitals, noticing that my penis had become erect again within minutes. She was surprised, and also somewhat embarrassed, after all, she had used her own body to arouse her son's lust. I imagine she must have felt conflicted at that moment, unsure whether to feel gratified by her allure or ashamed of her lewd behavior.

"Young man, you're really something, regaining your vigor in just a few minutes. Mom's not bad either, look at the way you were masturbating, if I weren't feeling unwell today, I would have definitely taken you down, you slut. Now, you're in for a treat, my good son... Kid, it's your turn."

The thug cut the rope binding me, but the butterfly knife in his hand never left my mother's neck. He threatened me that if I resisted in any way, my mother's life would be in danger. I looked at my mother helplessly, and she was looking at me with despair in her eyes. She nodded at me, as if to tell me that saving my life was the most important thing.

"Mom... what should I do...?"

"Just listen to him! It's no use saying anything now."

"Very well, since Mom has already served her son, now it's the son's turn to be filial to his mother. You, kneel down and lick your mother's cock. If you can't lick her until she's overflowing with juices, watch out for your dog's life!" My

mother sat on the edge of the bed and beckoned to me, then slightly spread her legs, pulled my right hand over and pressed it against the tangled pubic hair on her vulva, telling me to lick that spot and not to mind that it was dirty, that saving my life was the priority.

"Mom... Mom's... it's not dirty at all... I'm sorry to trouble you..."

My mother nodded, and I knelt between her legs, reaching out to spread her legs apart so that my head could easily bury itself inside. The first thing that caught my eye was the thick pubic hair on my mother's vulva. The thick, curly hairs grew sparsely on her slightly protruding labia majora, which were a dark brown, a stark contrast to the snow-white skin of her inner thighs. From the cleft of her pubic flesh, two thin labia minora peeked outwards, covered with a layer of clear secretion, resembling snail meat.

This was the first time in my life I had observed a woman's genitals so closely, but at that moment, my desire outweighed my curiosity. Like a starving traveler seeing a delicious meal, I wanted nothing more than to devour it.

I boldly stuck out my tongue and licked back and forth along the cleft of my mother's vulva. The vulva, indeed, was a woman's most sensitive area. After only a few light licks, my mother trembled as if electrocuted. I probed further into her vagina, and she let out moans, spreading her legs even wider.

With her legs spread wide, her genitals were more clearly visible. The assailant kept yelling that he couldn't see anything and told my mother to simply lift her legs onto the bed. This put my mother in a squatting position. She used her hands to hold her legs in place, and her lower body naturally protruded forward. Her previously tightly closed labia were now slightly parted, revealing a small opening about the size of a finger. My mother pointed to a slightly raised spot above her labia minora and told me that licking that spot would make her wet more quickly. Sure enough, after a few strokes with my tongue, my mother's love juices flowed out like a burst dam, making a "splashing" sound as my tongue licked the spot.

"Kid, your mother swallowed every last drop of your semen, so now don't let her vaginal fluids spill. Lick them dry, suck them dry."

I opened my mouth wide, covering my mother's entire vulva, sucking up her love juices in large gulps. My mother seemed quite excited; judging from her expression, she seemed to have forgotten her predicament. She even clamped her legs around my neck, tightly hugged my head with her hands, and thrust her lower body forward desperately. My face was pressed against her vulva, unable to move, and I even had difficulty breathing. Finally, she was separated at the thug's shouts.

"Looks like your mother-son relationship has improved quite a bit. I've become your great benefactor, haha!"

I looked at my mother sideways; she kept her head down, not saying a word. Now she was like a walking corpse, obediently following the thug's words without any resistance. I felt a pang of sadness, but there was nothing I could do.

"Have you rested enough? The main event is about to begin. Son, you've already licked the place where you were born. Now, I want your little brother to sit in there too. That way, you and your mother can be even closer."

I looked at my mother noncommittally. At the same time, my mother shifted her gaze to my face, a bitter smile appearing on her lips, but she didn't say anything more, as if telling me: "Child, just do it!"

"Mom... I... I can't... I can't..."

My mother gently stroked my cheeks with her hands, wiping away the tears from the corners of my eyes, giving me a gentle smile, and without waiting for my consent, she lay down on the bed.

"Child, close your eyes, imagine that the girl you've been longing for is lying on the bed, and then... then... Mom will help you, let Mom bear all the blame!"

Before this moment, I was still a virgin. Forget about techniques, I didn't even know where to begin, let alone that the other person was my own mother. What should I do? My penis was erect, and my mother on the bed had her legs spread wide, waiting for my advances. My hesitation made the assailant impatient. He slowly walked to the bedside, grabbed my mother's soft breasts, and told me that if I didn't act soon, my mother's beautiful breasts would be covered with ugly scars.

"Don't touch my mom, I'll do it."

I gently pressed down on my mother and hugged her. My mother whispered in my ear how to do it. Guided by my mother, I lifted her buttocks slightly to expose her vulva for easy intercourse. My mother guided my penis to her vaginal opening with her hand and raised her lower body to meet it. My body sank down, and my thick penis slid effortlessly into my mother's vagina. My mother's vagina was warm and elastic, tightly gripping my entire penis. With a few gentle thrusts, my mother's legs opened and closed in rhythm with my movements.

"Child... just be your... Mom... Mom can take it..."

I never knew that making love could be such a wonderful thing. From the moment my penis entered my mother's vagina, I even forgot that the woman in front of me was the mother who gave birth to me and raised me. I wanted to moan ecstatically and thrust wildly, but I knew that was wrong. At least in this situation, I couldn't show the slightest bit of pleasure.

Between thrusts, I stole a glance at my mother. Her eyes were tightly closed, her lips pursed in a mixture of pain and pleasure, her facial muscles contorted, making it difficult to discern her true feelings. I silently continued thrusting, the only sounds the heavy breathing of the two of us, and the "plop plop" sounds of penetration. My mother seemed to want to say something, but she stubbornly held back.

"Mom…are you…alright…?"

"I'm fine…don't stop…be careful…the villains…they might harm you…"

Having just experienced my mother's oral skills, which had already left me trembling, now I was exploring her secret garden, a sensation a million times more pleasurable than her mouth. I thrust faster and faster, and my mother's movements became more intense. She wrapped her arms around my waist, her legs arching high in the air after each thrust. The more frantically I pumped, the louder my mother's moans grew. Thus, my panting, my mother's moans, and the jarring sound of the bed shaking intertwined into a beautiful and vibrant symphony of sex, until I poured the last drop of hot semen onto my mother's vulva, bringing it to a close…

As I slowly withdrew my limp penis from my mother's vagina, a thick stream of semen gushed from her slightly parted vulva. I felt both ashamed and proud. Looking at my expressionless mother, I could only say that what's done is done, and the facts can never be changed.

Chapter Two: Ambiguity.

The thug left, and I grabbed the phone to call the police, but my mother quickly stopped me.

"Why wouldn't you let me call the police?"

"What's the use of calling the police? The thug didn't take a single penny from the house

, and he didn't even actually assault me. What's the point of calling the police? Besides, in the end, it wasn't the thug who assaulted me, but..." Before she could finish speaking, my mother walked alone into her room, leaving behind a mess. I stared at the stain on the sheets, recalling everything that had just happened. It had come so quickly and suddenly, as if it were all a dream.

For the next few days, my mother locked herself in her room. I knew she was deeply affected, and I didn't know how to comfort her. My mother wouldn't mention what happened that day, but I desperately wanted to know what she was thinking after experiencing it.

For several days, my mother and I were filled with anxiety, unable to sleep at night. Lying in bed alone, my mind raced, and I looked at the clock on the wall; it was already two in the morning… Suddenly, the light in my mother's room came on. I heard her get up, and driven by curiosity, I tiptoed to her door. Peeking through the crack, I saw my mother sitting at her dressing table with her back to me, combing her waist-length hair, humming a cheerful tune.

I was completely confused. My mother had been avoiding me these past few days, and I thought she must be saddened by what happened that day. Why would she be humming a cheerful song alone in the middle of the night?

*** *** *** ***

Er Dai and I were drinking buddies we met in middle school. Although he was always a bit of a daze, he was a very loyal friend, and because of that, we quickly became sworn brothers, spending our days together doing silly things.

One day, Erdai came to visit. My mother greeted him very politely. After seeing my mother, Erdai's expression changed. After entering my room, Erdai excitedly grabbed me and said I was a lucky guy.

"Erdai, have you taken the wrong medicine?"

"Wow! Your mom is so beautiful! If you hadn't told me, I would have really thought she was your sister."

"So what if my mom is beautiful? She's still my mom."

Erdai's lips curled into a strange smile, and he whispered mysteriously in my ear.

"Actually, I've had a really novel plan for a long time, but it requires two people to execute, so I haven't been able to get started yet. We're sworn brothers, and I trust you. I'm begging you to help me this time so I can fulfill my long-held wish. Of course, I won't treat you unfairly." "

What is it? Stop being so mysterious."

"I heard your parents have been divorced for almost five years, and you've lived with your mom since you were little. Honestly, how do you feel about your mom?"

"A mom is a mom, what kind of feelings can I have!"

"Stop pretending. We've known each other for a while now. Don't I know your reserved personality? If it were me, living with such a beautiful mother every day, it would be strange if I didn't have some inappropriate thoughts."

Hearing what Er Dai said, I was initially a little angry. Of all the people to joke about, why did he have to joke about me and my mom? But I ask myself honestly, have I truly never had any lewd thoughts about my beautiful mother since I was a child? Actually, long before I began to understand matters of the heart, my mother was already the object of my sexual fantasies.

To my mother, I was just a child, but to me, she was also a sexy woman. On hot days, if she wore slightly thin clothing or a short skirt, it was enough to arouse my desire, let alone spending every day alone with her. Er Dai was absolutely right; my love and respect for my mother was a fact, but deep down, her body was also a source of my desire. I was just ashamed to admit it in front of Er Dai.

"You said you have a strange idea, tell me about it!" I deliberately changed the subject, but my purpose was still to hear Er Dai's opinion.

"You've seen my older sister, what do you think of her looks?"

"Your older sister? To be honest, she's not bad looking, but her figure is really well-maintained, especially those big breasts, it makes me want to... wait, you don't mean you want to..."

"That's right, no wonder you're my sworn brother, you get it right away."

"Wait, this... this is incest! You're not serious, are you?!"

"Since I was little, I've had a wish, hoping that one day I could sleep with my older sister. Every time I peep at her taking a shower or going to the toilet, seeing her big, hairy penis, I can't help but want to rush in, pin her to the ground, and rape her, and then thrust my dick into her hard..."

As he spoke, Er Dai got excited, picked up a big pillow in my room and pretended to thrust into it, I could almost see Er Dai thrusting into his beautiful older sister. At the same time, many disjointed fragments of the past inexplicably surfaced in my mind...

I remember once, my mother and I went to a small temple on a nearby mountain to worship the gods. On the way down the mountain, my mother suddenly had to urinate, but looking around, there wasn't a single place to hide, let alone a public toilet. In desperation, my mother had to ask me to stand guard while she relieved herself on the spot.

I turned away for a while, but I still couldn't hear my mother urinating. I thought it might be because she had been holding it in for too long. Out of curiosity, I turned around to peek, and to my surprise, my mother let out a "whoosh..." and a stream of golden liquid gushed out from between her legs, lasting for a full half minute.

Driven by curiosity, my eyes never left my mother's genitals. This was the first time I had witnessed my mother's beautiful genitals, and what impressed me even more was the embarrassing state she was in while urinating.

After my mother finished urinating, she realized she had forgotten to bring toilet paper. Unable to find anything to use as a substitute, and seeing her genitals soaked from the spray, she had no choice but to wipe herself. Reluctantly, she took off her underwear to use as toilet paper, hastily wiping herself before stuffing the underwear into her pocket, adjusting her skirt and clothes, and acting as if nothing had happened.

But I witnessed everything. All the way home, only one thing kept running through my mind: my mother wasn't wearing anything under her skirt!

When I got home, I found the underwear my mother used to wipe her genitals in the laundry pile in the bathroom. I secretly hid it. Back in my room, I carefully savored my mother's underwear. I carefully unfolded the rolled-up underwear and held it to my nose, inhaling it intently, afraid of missing even a trace of my mother's scent. But ironically, before that, I had never known what "mother's scent" meant.

I only remember that after that incident, I became obsessed with my mother's underwear. My mother wasn't a flirtatious woman; on the contrary, she was conservative and reserved. This could be seen from the style of her underwear choices—simple styles, plain colors. Occasionally, she would have a few more sexy pairs, but she rarely took them out to wash. It seemed that only in the summer would she choose a few brightly colored pairs of underwear to match her clothes. Even so, the faint fishy smell emanating from my mother's underwear involuntarily reminded me of her wet, urine-soaked genitals...

Having masturbated with my mother's underwear for so many years, how could I not want to actually have sex with her? But whenever I had incestuous thoughts, a strange sense of guilt would overwhelm me. Besides, my mother wasn't that kind of woman; even if I wanted to lure her, it would be a pipe dream.

"Hey, wake up, what are you daydreaming about?" Er Dai shook me awake forcefully, and I realized I had been lost in thought.

"By the way, is your plan really feasible?"

"Actually, you know without me saying it, you want to rape my older sister, or you want to have sex with your mother..."

"Pah! When did I say I wanted to have sex with..."

"Stop pretending, anyone could see how lost you were just now."

I didn't argue anymore, just curious what kind of brilliant plan this idiot Er Dai could come up with.

"The biggest obstacle is 'incest,' but if one day we are forced to violate each other under duress, would that still be considered incest?"

"What nonsense are you spouting? What do you mean by 'forced to violate each other'? There's no such logic in this world."

"If a bad guy threatened you with a knife, saying he'd kill you if your mom didn't let you have sex with him, would you do that to your mom who loves you like a precious gem?"

I have to admit that even this idiot Erdai has his moments of clarity. This idea is brilliant. Not only can it fulfill his long-held desire, but afterwards, he might also be afraid of the incestuous affair being exposed and simply accept his bad luck. There are really no side effects.

"You...are you really going to do this...?"

Er Dai nodded resolutely and said, "If you can't bring yourself to sleep with your mother, then help me sleep with my older sister first. After it's done, my big-breasted sister might even let you have some fun."

I think I was blinded by lust, and I don't know why I agreed to Er Dai's suggestion. Perhaps deep down, I still longed to have sex with my mother. As for the issue of incest, it was just an excuse for my cowardice.

*** *** *** ***

Er Dai's sister is one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen. Not only is she beautiful, but her figure is also top-notch, especially her magnificent breasts, which are enough to make any woman envious and countless men infatuated. No wonder Er Dai came up with such a crazy idea. Thinking about my relationship with my mother, you can understand Er Dai's feelings for his sister.

"So? Have you thought it over?"

"I don't think it's a good idea. What if your older sister insists on calling the police? If this gets out, we'll be in deep trouble."

Although I thought that, I thought the idea was brilliant. It might not work on Er Dai's older sister, but it would definitely work on my mother.

"Then let's deal with your mother first."

I thought and thought, but I couldn't make up my mind. How could I do it to my mother?

"Don't think too much about it. Let's start with my older sister!"

I couldn't resist Er Dai's repeated temptations, so I agreed. Just as Er Dai said, things went very smoothly. I pretended to be the bad guy and molested his beautiful older sister for about ten minutes, which really satisfied my urge to be a pervert. If I hadn't made a promise with Er Dai beforehand, I really wouldn't have been able to control myself from doing something bad to his sister.

The next act involved the seemingly pitiful Erdai. Although it was all an act, Erdai's skillful sexual techniques were surprisingly good. His sister's reaction, however, puzzled me. Did she really not care at all about being violated by her own brother? What I saw on her face was more shyness than fear. Watching her, I felt like I was watching a spectacular erotic show, wishing I were the male lead. This only strengthened my resolve to harm my mother.

Things turned out surprisingly calmly. A few days later, when I saw Erdai and his sister again, they were chatting and laughing, showing no signs of the discomfort a woman feels after being violated. I kept wondering, after my mother and I had done the same thing, would I end up like Erdai and his sister?

"I promise you, I definitely will."

"So sure? What makes you think so?"

"Don't ask so many questions, just trust me. Just look at me and my sister now. I'll let you in on a secret: ever since that day, my sister has actually started proposing to me."

"No way? I don't believe you."

Er Dai led me to his sister's room and rummaged through the trash can next to her bed, finding a wad of toilet paper. Unwrapping it, I found a used condom inside.

"This is what we left behind after we did it last night. The evidence is irrefutable. Now you believe me, right?"

The condom in front of me forced me to believe Er Dai, but the only thing I couldn't understand was that even if Er Dai and his sister could do it, it didn't mean my mother and I could. Why was Er Dai so confident?

Finally, amidst the turmoil, I raped my mother. Just as Er Dai said, my mother's reaction was unusually calm. Aside from avoiding me lately, there was nothing unusual about her. But the situation where Er Dai and his sister could rekindle their relationship didn't happen to me.

The situation continued in this way. My mother didn't react in any "special" or "abnormal" way, which only deepened my suspicions.

"There must be another reason," I thought to myself.

The situation remained unresolved, but this predicament was causing me immense mental and physical torment. I couldn't help but ask Er Dai for his opinion, but he always nonchalantly told me, "Women's minds are actually very difficult to fathom."

For a month, every night, I saw the light in my mother's room always on until 3 a.m. Finally, I couldn't bear it any longer and mustered up the courage to barge into my mother's bedroom.

"Mom... are you asleep?"

"Oh! You're here! What are you standing there for? Come in!"

My mother didn't seem surprised at all, as if she had been waiting for me to come.

"You've come at the right time. Mom wants to have a good talk with you." My mother didn't even ask why I came, as if she already knew what I wanted to ask her.

We sat on the edge of the bed, close together. Since "that" incident, my mother and I had never been able to sit so close together. My mother wanted to speak, but hesitated several times. I just waited patiently for her.

"You know... how hard it was for me to raise you all by myself."

"Mom... I'm sorry... that day... I..."

"Mom doesn't blame you at all. In fact, Mom doesn't care at all."

"I... did something bad to you, Mom..."

"It was unavoidable, Mom knows, you don't need to feel too guilty. On the contrary, as a mother, being able to do something for my son, although it's very embarrassing, I don't regret it at all."

My mother's tone didn't sound like that of a woman who had been humiliated by her son.

"I'm sorry to have made you suffer... Mom..."

My mother hesitated for a moment, a blush appearing on her face, her eyes not daring to look me in the eye, only stealing glances at me from the corner of her eye.

"Perhaps you think these shouldn't come from a mother's mouth, but... I still want to tell you... I... have been a widow for fifteen years since your father passed away. For these fifteen years, I've remained chaste, not because I'm some kind of paragon of virtue, but because I've always felt... even if I were to give myself away, it should be to someone worthy of my trust..."

"I've ruined my fifteen years of chastity! I... I deserve to die!"

The mother shook her head again: "Actually, I already had someone I liked, but... I liked him at the wrong time, so I've been waiting... waiting for him... waiting for the right moment."

"You had an ideal person in your heart? I've never heard you mention it before? I've never seen you with any other men."

"Yes, perhaps it was a twist of fate, I fell in love with a man I shouldn't have. My heart was in great turmoil and pain, but none of that matters anymore, because I've made the right choice."

"I don't understand... you mean... you've already given yourself to that man?"

"Don't you understand? You wicked thing!"

The mother's words were like a bolt from the blue! The man the mother was talking about was me!

Yes, I didn't mishear; the person my mother was talking about was me. It was utterly ridiculous—a mother who loved her own son, only to be raped by him! If I had known this would happen, why would I have gone through all that trouble to act out this whole charade with Er Dai?

My mother buried her face in the covers shyly, while I, still reeling from the shock, couldn't quite process it.

So, the person my mother loved most was me; the man she had waited for for fifteen years as a widow was me. It wasn't so much that I raped my mother, but rather that I had simply done what she wanted.

My mother leaned against the bed, her figure accentuated by her thin, sexy nightgown. Since she had confessed her love to me so openly, what was there for me to hold back? I also burrowed into the covers, facing my mother.

My mother's rapid, warm breaths kept spraying onto my face. I couldn't see her expression from under the covers, which only deepened my imagination. I slowly pulled her into my arms, and when her breasts pressed against my chest, I realized that she wasn't wearing a bra at all. Her engorged nipples were as hard as two small marbles.

"Mom... I love you so much... Let's love each other well!"

"Mom, I... I've been yours for a long time... I'm so happy, my little darling has finally grown up and is a grown man. I've worked so hard for fifteen years, and it hasn't been in vain."

"Actually, I... I've always wanted to... be with you, Mom... Mom has always been my idol."

"Idols are unattainable. I'd rather be your lover."

"Yes! I'll be your lover for life, Mom. So... shouldn't lovers do what they love?"

"Hehe!" My mother finally laughed out of the awkward situation, easing the serious atmosphere: "What's the rush? Didn't I just say... I've been yours for a long time?"

Chapter Three: The Truth

For several days, my mother and I didn't leave the house at all. We only thought about one thing: "making love."

We made love non-stop, tightly entwined from dawn. We used every imaginable position to inject my seemingly inexhaustible semen into my mother's already depleted little cunt.

My mother and I, one a virgin who had never tasted the pleasures of the world, the other a resentful woman who had suppressed her desires for fifteen years, were a perfect match, like dry wood meeting a raging fire, impossible to stop. When we were tired from making love, we would eat bread and instant noodles in bed; when we were sweaty, we would go into the bathroom together to shower, and then have sex with her again in the bathtub; finally, when we were exhausted, we would

hug each other naked in the blankets to keep warm. My big penis, except when I urinated, never left my mother's tender flesh. After ejaculating for the third time tonight, my penis was so painful that it couldn't get hard again in a short time. My mother gently sucked on my limp penis with her little mouth, licking away the white semen on the glans bit by bit.

"Baby, you're amazing. Mommy's pussy is so swollen and red from all your penetration, even peeing hurts. But I've come several times, I feel like I'm in heaven."

"Let me lick Mommy's too!"

My mother's vulva was swollen and red, and her labia minora were everted after several days of continuous penetration, clearly showing her clitoris. It was the most sensitive spot on my mother's body. I teased her clitoris with the tip of my tongue, and my mother convulsed as if she had been electrocuted.

Seeing my mother's blissful expression, I couldn't help but pounce on her again, but my penis really couldn't get erect anymore, so I could only use my fingers to pump in and out of her vagina.

"Oh... baby... Mom... really can't take it anymore... let Mommy rest for a bit..."

My mother's pussy gushed out a lot of vaginal fluid, and my entire palm was quickly soaked.

"You said no... look... you're really wet now..."

As I was fiddling with my mother's pussy, I was thinking: Now that we've come to this point, is it still necessary to hide the fact that I planned to rape her that day? But if I don't say it, I feel extremely uncomfortable.

My mother, who had been enjoying my "finger stimulation," noticed my movements were sometimes slow and sometimes fast, and that I seemed lost in thought. She pushed my hand away and pulled my fingers out of my vagina.

"My little darling, is something on your mind? Is it related to Mommy? Tell me."

"Mom... if... I've done some... excessive things in the past, would you forgive me?"

My mother smiled, gently stroking my cheek with a kind expression. She seemed to already know what I wanted to say.

"If Mom had done something wrong to you, would you forgive her?"

"Mom...why do you say that?"

"Don't you find it strange? Er Dai has come to our house so many times, how could Mom not recognize him?"

"What! Mom...you know about this..."

"Sigh...it's time to tell the truth. Actually, I not only know Er Dai, but I also know his mother."

"You even know his mother? And why that day...didn't you..."

"Didn't you expose your trick? How can you explain this..."

"Could it be that Mom pretended not to know you because she wanted to go along with it, knowing we were deliberately planning to assault you?"

"That's only half right. This whole thing was actually arranged by me long ago. Er Dai was just an actor."

"How...how could this be...it was clearly me..."

"Three months ago, I went to Er Dai's house to discuss something with his mother. I didn't find her, but I unexpectedly discovered something."

"Let me guess...it must be Er Dai and his sister..."

"That's right, just as you guessed. I accidentally stumbled upon Er Dai and his sister making love passionately in their room, completely lost in the moment, not even noticing someone else outside. Having not had sex for over a decade, to be honest, watching the siblings make love stirred my own desires, and your image immediately flashed into my mind… Before me, these siblings seemed to be you and me…" "

Just as I was lost in my sexual fantasy, the siblings finally discovered me. They knew I'd seen everything, and there was no hiding. Er Dai and his sister had been having incestuous relations behind their mother's back for over three years. Now that I'd discovered it, they were terrified I'd tell their mother, so they begged me to keep it a secret. A sudden idea struck me…"

"Mom actually used Er Dai and his sister to stage a sex scene for me. No wonder his sister didn't resist at all when Er Dai was raping her. And then Er Dai instigated me to…"

"You know what happened next."

"So, after all that, I thought I was the one plotting against Mom, but it turns out Mom plotted against me!"

"You...you're angry...?"

"Angry?! I'm furious! I'm going to teach you a lesson!"

And so, after the truth came out, I endured the pain in my penis and fiercely fucked my mother's swollen, tender vagina as punishment for being deceived...

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