[A True Account of Yu Xin and Her Son's Friendship] (1-3) Author: He Feng - Incestuous Novel

Word Count: 8829 A True Account of Yu Xin and Her Son's Friendship Author: He Feng Published: 2014/06/13 in: Spring Full of Courtyard **************** ... "Chengcheng, are you really going to wear this today?" I quickly glanced at my mother and nodded in satisfaction. "Yes, I've already arranged with the single men that you'll wear this outfit for our get-together." "Hmm... could you add a cardigan or a light jacket? I'm worried the neighbors will talk if they see us..." My mother's concern wasn't unfounded, as her outfit was far beyond what most people would wear in public. A peach-colored, semi-transparent nightgown with a halter neck and a deep V-neck naturally revealed her fair shoulders and neck, as well as her large 32C breasts. The deep cleavage in the center of her chest was the most alluring highlight. In addition, the cinched waist design appropriately showcased my mother's beautiful figure. Furthermore, the extremely short, ruffled skirt, almost reaching her buttocks, would naturally flutter in the slightest breeze with every step, easily revealing the alluring glimpses of her skin beneath. If that's not hot and sexy enough, then through the semi-transparent, glossy fabric, you can vaguely see the matching sexy thong underneath the skirt. Combined with the incredibly eye-catching peach pink color and such a lewd and revealing style, I think that if she stood on the street, no passerby could possibly remain calm and indifferent. To ensure today's social event went smoothly, and to enjoy the thrill of having my mother ogled by passersby, I had to put on a stern face: "Hey! Lin Yuxin, you're going out with your son, not on a date alone. Who's going to talk nonsense?" Hearing my coded message, my mother hesitated for a moment, then obediently said, "Hmm... let's go then!" After saying that, my mother immediately changed into white flats, then nervously took my hand and walked out the door. She then drove her silver Altis sedan away from our detached house in Gushan District, heading to the bustling Kaohsiung Railway Station to pick someone up. Hmm… Speaking of my real relationship with my mother, probably over 99% of people would think I'm making this up, but as the saying goes: those who believe will always believe! Anyway, you're not involved, so whether you believe it or not is none of my business. Ah! I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Zheng Hongcheng, a high school student who will be a sophomore after this summer vacation; my mother's name is Lin Yuxin, she's thirty-seven years old this year, a full-time ordinary housewife; my father's name is Zheng Lisheng, a mid-level manager in a company, but due to his job, he often has to travel to Taichung for business, and sometimes to Hong Kong or mainland China to negotiate business, so he can also be considered a successful social elite. Why would anyone think I'm making this up with such an ordinary and unremarkable self-introduction? That's because the beautiful mature woman sitting next to me right now, dressed in a hot and revealing outfit and focused on driving—Lin Yuxin—is not only my biological mother, but also the slutty sex slave I personally trained! Sigh… Speaking of this, I actually have to thank someone. If he hadn't mentioned the term "sex slave" to my mother and explained its definition and the rules of master-slave training in detail, I wouldn't have achieved such fruitful results in my training. Speaking of which, I gave my virginity to my mother in my second year of junior high. After repeatedly questioning her, I learned that it was that annoying strategist who was behind it all, giving her the courage to develop this taboo relationship with me that was unacceptable to the world. However, because that person knew too many secrets between my mother and me, to prevent him from spreading them, I—killed him to silence him? Of course not! I'm optimistic, cheerful, lively, law-abiding, and have good grades in school. How could I possibly do something so dark and inhumane! Actually, I just used a little trick, asking my mother to make up a story to deceive him, to make him angry and disappointed, so that he would sever all ties with her and never see her again. I didn't expect that person to be so easily fooled. I simply asked my mother to fabricate a story about being forced into an affair and ultimately becoming someone's sex toy. I then sent him a few screenshots from the internet, along with a sex video that appeared to show my mother's infidelity but was actually a self-made video of a mainland couple having sex. And just as I hoped, that person was enraged by my mother's lewd and shameless behavior, and the two broke up. After successfully getting rid of that insider, I could finally focus on training my mother. Okay, enough of that unpleasant stuff, let's get back to the point! Since we had sex in the second year of junior high, and she became my sex slave, over the past few years, through my careful training, her behavior has become increasingly bold, and her clothing increasingly revealing and provocative. Of course, she only behaves so lewdly during our master-slave training sessions. In everyday life, she remains, in my father's eyes, the ordinary housewife who focuses on being a good wife and mother; and in the eyes of outsiders, she is a conservative, virtuous woman who adheres to traditional female virtues. However, no one would have guessed that this beautiful and kind-hearted woman had another side she kept hidden. Just a few nights ago, when Dad was watching TV in the living room and Mom, wearing a loose-fitting long-sleeved t-shirt that reached mid-thigh, came into the bathroom with my change of clothes, the moment I saw the deep cleavage revealed by the open neckline of her loose t-shirt, and the two faint nipples on her chest, my penis instantly became erect. So, after Mom put the clothes away, I hugged her from behind, kissing her neck while caressing her 32C breasts, which weren't bra-clad, arousing her desire. "Mom, you deliberately aren't wearing a bra, are you trying to have sex with me?" "No...no. Chengcheng, no...don't do this...your dad's watching TV in the living room..." I pressed my advantage, reaching between her legs and saying sarcastically, "Hehe, Mom, but you're not even wearing panties, and your slutty pussy is already so wet!" "It's because...um...you gave the order...I really don't want to right now..." "Hehe, it doesn't matter whether you want to or not, because I want to." After saying that, I immediately lifted the hem of her t-shirt, revealing her snow-white, perky buttocks that weren't covered by panties, and then thrust my thick, hard cock directly into her wet, slutty pussy from behind. "Chengcheng...um...no...Dad will find out..." Mom turned her head in panic. The thought of my unsuspecting father comfortably watching TV on the sofa in the living room, just a wall away, completely unaware that his wife and son were brazenly staging a thrilling "parent-child incest" scene in the bathroom, sent a surge of inexplicable excitement through me, causing me to thrust faster. Because the bathroom door wasn't locked, my mother was initially worried that my father might suddenly burst in and witness our "good deed." But as my penis rapidly thrust in and out of her wet, throbbing vagina, successfully arousing her, her previous anxious expression vanished, replaced by excitement and elation. She gripped the wall with one hand and covered her mouth tightly with the other, letting me ride her with unbridled pleasure from behind. Seeing my mother's wanting-to-cry, yet hesitant, lewd expression, I became even more excited and thrust harder and harder until I felt the tightness of her vaginal muscles from her orgasm, causing me to ejaculate. Only then did she quickly clean up the white fluid flowing out of her vagina, and then, blushing, hurriedly leave the bathroom. This shows that my mother is actually a repressed slut, but also a very daring and wanton woman. But I digress. Let's get back to the main point. Hmm, since I mentioned my father earlier, let me mention that he is actually a very hospitable person. My father seems to know how to win people over, often inviting his subordinates to his home for meals, and every year during the Mid-Autumn Festival, he invites his superiors, colleagues, and subordinates to his home for a barbecue party. On this day, my mother is always busy, never having a moment to rest. The days following the barbecue were my most unbearable nightmare. For those few days, the dishes on the table were all made from the leftovers. Although Mom tried to vary the cooking methods, eating the same ingredients every day, no matter how delicious, became tiresome. I used to be very unhappy with Dad's hospitality, always feeling that he brought strangers over for meals, disturbing our peaceful family life. But ever since Mom became my sex slave, I actually enjoy Dad bringing his friends over. Because whenever Dad brings friends or colleagues home, I always make Mom deliberately wear a top that shows a little cleavage.Or she'd wear skirts and shorts so short they were practically nonchalant, then casually greet guests, secretly revealing glimpses of her body to attract attention. At first, Dad would disapprove and scold her, but under my commands and insistence, Mom had no choice but to grit her teeth and carry out this stimulating training. After a few times and realizing it had no effect, Dad stopped nagging. Of course, I always maintained a certain level of restraint to avoid Dad discovering my secret with Mom. Because I always believed in "better safe than sorry," Dad still doesn't know that I've been maintaining a master-slave relationship with Mom for almost four years. I must say, Mom is truly a sex slave beauty I greatly admire. Before, when I was still clueless about BDSM, no matter what instructions I gave her, she would try her best to meet my demands, and I felt she seemed to enjoy it. It wasn't until I delved deeper into this field that I discovered my mother was a top-tier sex slave with "mental slave" attributes. After further research, I found that her severe submissiveness seemed related to her upbringing and experiences. My mother came from a traditional and conservative family. Her grandparents taught her that women should be obedient and adhere to the traditional virtues of obedience, submission, and chastity. Therefore, my mother was straightforward, or to put it bluntly, rather naive and innocent. She was incredibly obedient to those she liked, rarely expressing dissent. Because of this, in her second year of junior high, she had a crush on a third-year student and, under his manipulation and encouragement, lost her virginity. Not only that, but he even ejaculated inside her during her first time, and afterwards, claiming "because you were so obedient," he was willing to make her his best sex partner. They dated like this for a while. Afterwards, he not only taught my mother many sex techniques but also how to calculate her safe period, so they could ejaculate inside her without worrying about her getting pregnant. On one occasion, that senior even had a threesome with his friend. As the saying goes, "He who walks by the river will eventually get wet." Because that scoundrel instilled so much wrong sexual knowledge in my mother, she had two more boyfriends after graduating from junior high school, and both times she calculated her safe period beforehand, allowing them to ejaculate inside her without a condom. I don't know if my father was lucky or unlucky, but because he didn't calculate the safe period properly, he got my mother pregnant when she was only nineteen, and had to marry her because of the pregnancy. My father learned his lesson and, considering the financial situation at the time, always used protection to avoid accidentally getting pregnant again. As a result, I am his only son. When I first heard my mother's astonishingly colorful sexual history, I was both furious and incredibly excited. What angered me was that my somewhat naive mother didn't even know what "friends with benefits" meant back then, letting that scumbag senior play with her as he pleased; what excited me was that she had already tried threesome sex at such a young age. I asked my mother why she was willing to play threesome? Her answer was: "Back then, the senior told me to be a good girl and not ask so many questions." "Didn't you feel strange or uncomfortable?" "Um... but I did reach orgasm later, is that strange?" Oh my god! Hearing this answer, I didn't know what to say. Knowing my mother's fascinating past sexual history, and her gentle and virtuous little woman's temperament, my "training" of her started from simple exhibitionism, and I began to persuade her to try having sex with other men, to cuckold my father again and again, to satisfy my cuckolding mother complex. Actually, at first I didn't know this was called cuckolding mother complex, I just simply thought that it would be very exciting to see my mother having sex with other men, and it would be even better if I could participate in the scene. Later, after reading some erotic articles online, I learned that this kind of mentality actually had a specific term. Once the seed of cuckoldry sprouted in my heart, I couldn't wait to turn it into reality. When I told my mother about this idea, surprisingly, she not only didn't object, but also expressed a strong interest. I think her reaction was probably related to her eventful sexual history during her teenage years. However, thinking about it was one thing, but turning it into reality was quite difficult. The reason was simple: I was too young at the time. Imagine, a woman in her thirties taking a middle school student to an adult party… Anyone who saw this would think there was something wrong with our relationship! If people found out we were mother and son, it would definitely cause a huge uproar. So, I had to settle for second best and try to persuade my mother to first gain experience with familiar relatives, and then find an opportunity to participate when I was older. Unexpectedly, that annoying strategist I mentioned before, upon hearing that my mother had sought his advice, stopped her from doing so, citing the high risks of "seducing relatives and the need for caution." This made my mother hesitant, and she no longer dared to approach those uncles, cousins, or other male relatives. Even though I had cleverly gotten rid of that troublesome strategist, his previous remarks had left my mother with a very serious psychological barrier, making her hesitant to easily seduce male relatives in our family, even if the thought occasionally crossed her mind. This also made my ultimate dream of "seeing my mother have sex with relatives" seem like a regret that "may never be realized in this lifetime." Since my mother dared not actively seduce relatives, I had to settle for second best. I continued to "train" my mother while enduring until I graduated from junior high school and successfully entered high school. Only after I felt that I looked much more mature and stable than a junior high school student did I start looking for like-minded strangers online. (To be continued) (II) At the beginning, I had no experience and could not find anyone to ask for advice, so naturally I was at a loss. Fortunately, one day while aimlessly searching for good shows on YouTube, I stumbled upon a program discussing wife-swapping. That's when I realized that my desire to find a man to sleep with my mother was called "wife-swapping." Knowing this, I immediately went online and frantically searched using keywords. After a long search, I finally found some dating forums. However, after registering, I discovered that to actually participate in wife-swapping, I needed to go through a bunch of tedious verification procedures, some even requiring membership fees, before I could upload photos and arrange meetings… Since my father controlled the family finances, my mother and I naturally couldn't afford to spend money recklessly; besides, my relationship with my mother couldn't be easily exposed. After much consideration, for the safety of my mother and me, I had to give up this path. Later, one day while chatting with classmates, they secretly mentioned a good chat room where you could meet many girls, and if you got along well, you could even meet up. Driven by curiosity, I went home and accessed the website my classmate had given me. I discovered it was an adult chat room, complete with a section for adult dating and a sub-section called "Couple Exchange." I entered a random pseudonym, deliberately setting my age to over 30, and quietly watched the users chat about all sorts of things. I finally grasped some of the tricks of the trade, and then tried to find people to chat with, hoping to find suitable partners. I finally managed to find a couple to chat with, but when they saw my mother and me, they looked at me with surprise, and after only a few words, they suddenly made an excuse and left. My eagerly anticipated exchange ended up being a cold shower; the disappointment was unimaginable.Because of this, when she was in the second year of junior high school, she had a crush on a third-year student and, under his manipulation and encouragement, gave away her precious virginity. Not only that, but he even ejaculated inside her during her first time, and afterwards, he said that "because you were very obedient," he was willing to make her his best sex partner, and the two dated for a while. Afterwards, he not only taught her many sex techniques but also how to calculate her safe period so that they could ejaculate inside her without worrying about her getting pregnant. On one occasion, the student even invited his friend to have a threesome. As the saying goes, "If you walk by the river long enough, you're bound to get your shoes wet." Because that scoundrel instilled so much wrong sexual knowledge in her mother, she had two more boyfriends after graduating from junior high school, and both times she calculated her safe period beforehand and then generously let them ejaculate inside her without a condom. I don't know if my dad was lucky or unlucky, but because he didn't calculate the safe period properly, he got my mom pregnant when she was only nineteen. So he had to marry her because of the pregnancy. Afterwards, my dad learned his lesson and, considering the financial situation at the time, always used protection to avoid accidentally getting pregnant again. So, in my dad's lineage, I'm still his only son. When I first heard my mom's astonishingly exciting sexual history, I was both furious and incredibly excited. I was furious that my somewhat naive mom didn't even know what a "friends with benefits" meant, letting that lousy senior play with her as he pleased; I was excited that she had already tried threesomes at such a young age. I asked my mom why she was willing to play threesomes. Her answer was: "Back then, the senior told me to be obedient and not ask so many questions." "Didn't you feel strange or uncomfortable?" "Um… but I did reach orgasm later, isn't that strange?" Oh my god! Hearing this answer, I was speechless. Knowing my mother's fascinating past sexual history and her gentle, virtuous nature, my approach to her training shifted from simple exhibitionism to persuading her to try having sex with other men, to cuckold my father time and again, satisfying my cuckolding fetish. Actually, at first, I didn't know this was called a cuckolding fetish; I simply thought it would be exciting to see my mother having sex with other men, and even better if I could participate. Later, after reading some erotic articles online, I learned that this mentality actually had such a special term. After the seed of cuckolding sprouted in my heart, I couldn't wait to turn it into reality. When I told my mother about this idea, surprisingly, she not only didn't object but also expressed a strong interest. I think her reaction was probably related to her fascinating sexual history in her youth. However, thinking about it was one thing, but turning it into reality was quite difficult. The reason was simple: I was too young at the time. Imagine a woman in her thirties showing up at an adult party with a middle school student... Anyone who saw this would think there was something wrong with our relationship! If people found out we were mother and son, it would definitely cause a huge uproar. So, I had to settle for second best and try to persuade my mother to gain experience with familiar relatives first, and then find an opportunity to participate when I was older. Unexpectedly, that annoying strategist I mentioned before, after hearing that my mother had asked him for advice, stopped her from doing so, citing the high risk of "seducing relatives" and the need for caution. This made my mother hesitant, and she no longer dared to approach those uncles, cousins, or other male relatives. Even though I managed to get rid of that troublesome spies, his previous remarks have left my mother with a very serious psychological barrier, making her hesitant to easily seduce male relatives in our family, even if the thought occasionally crosses her mind. This also makes my ultimate dream of "seeing my mother have sex with relatives" a regret that "may never be realized in this lifetime." Since my mother didn't dare to actively seduce relatives, I had to settle for second best. I endured this while simultaneously "training" my mother until I graduated from junior high and successfully entered high school. Only after I felt that I looked much more mature and stable than junior high students did I start looking for like-minded strangers online. (To be continued) (II) At first, I had no experience and couldn't find anyone to ask for advice, so naturally, I didn't know where to start. Fortunately, one day while aimlessly searching for good shows on YouTube, I accidentally saw a program discussing the topic of wife-swapping. I then realized that my behavior of wanting to find men to sleep with my mother was called "wife-swapping." After learning this information, I immediately went online and frantically searched with a few keywords. After searching for a long time, I finally found some dating forums. However, after registering, I discovered that if I really wanted to participate in wife-swapping, I needed to go through a bunch of cumbersome verification procedures, and some even required paying membership fees before I could upload photos and arrange meetings... Since my father controlled the family finances, my mother and I certainly didn't dare to spend money recklessly; besides, my relationship with my mother couldn't be exposed casually. After much deliberation, for the safety of my child and me, I had to abandon this path. Later, one day while chatting with classmates, they secretly mentioned a great chat room where you could meet many girls, and if you hit it off, you could even meet up. Curious, I went home and accessed the website my classmates gave me, only to discover it was an adult chat room. Besides the usual adult dating sections, there was even a section called "Couple Exchange." I randomly entered a pseudonym, deliberately setting my age to over, and quietly watched the users chat about all sorts of things. Finally, I grasped some of the tricks of the trade, and then tried to find people to chat with, looking for suitable partners. I finally managed to find a couple to meet, but when they saw my mother and me, they looked surprised, and after only a few words, they suddenly made an excuse and left. My eagerly anticipated exchange ended up being a cold shower; the disappointment was unimaginable.Because of this, when she was in the second year of junior high school, she had a crush on a third-year student and, under his manipulation and encouragement, gave away her precious virginity. Not only that, but he even ejaculated inside her during her first time, and afterwards, he said that "because you were very obedient," he was willing to make her his best sex partner, and the two dated for a while. Afterwards, he not only taught her many sex techniques but also how to calculate her safe period so that they could ejaculate inside her without worrying about her getting pregnant. On one occasion, the student even invited his friend to have a threesome. As the saying goes, "If you walk by the river long enough, you're bound to get your shoes wet." Because that scoundrel instilled so much wrong sexual knowledge in her mother, she had two more boyfriends after graduating from junior high school, and both times she calculated her safe period beforehand and then generously let them ejaculate inside her without a condom. I don't know if my dad was lucky or unlucky, but because he didn't calculate the safe period properly, he got my mom pregnant when she was only nineteen. So he had to marry her because of the pregnancy. Afterwards, my dad learned his lesson and, considering the financial situation at the time, always used protection to avoid accidentally getting pregnant again. So, in my dad's lineage, I'm still his only son. When I first heard my mom's astonishingly exciting sexual history, I was both furious and incredibly excited. I was furious that my somewhat naive mom didn't even know what a "friends with benefits" meant, letting that lousy senior play with her as he pleased; I was excited that she had already tried threesomes at such a young age. I asked my mom why she was willing to play threesomes. Her answer was: "Back then, the senior told me to be obedient and not ask so many questions." "Didn't you feel strange or uncomfortable?" "Um… but I did reach orgasm later, isn't that strange?" Oh my god! Hearing this answer, I was speechless. Knowing my mother's fascinating past sexual history and her gentle, virtuous nature, my approach to her training shifted from simple exhibitionism to persuading her to try having sex with other men, to cuckold my father time and again, satisfying my cuckolding fetish. Actually, at first, I didn't know this was called a cuckolding fetish; I simply thought it would be exciting to see my mother having sex with other men, and even better if I could participate. Later, after reading some erotic articles online, I learned that this mentality actually had such a special term. After the seed of cuckolding sprouted in my heart, I couldn't wait to turn it into reality. When I told my mother about this idea, surprisingly, she not only didn't object but also expressed a strong interest. I think her reaction was probably related to her fascinating sexual history in her youth. However, thinking about it was one thing, but turning it into reality was quite difficult. The reason was simple: I was too young at the time. Imagine a woman in her thirties showing up at an adult party with a middle school student... Anyone who saw this would think there was something wrong with our relationship! If people found out we were mother and son, it would definitely cause a huge uproar. So, I had to settle for second best and try to persuade my mother to gain experience with familiar relatives first, and then find an opportunity to participate when I was older. Unexpectedly, that annoying strategist I mentioned before, after hearing that my mother had asked him for advice, stopped her from doing so, citing the high risk of "seducing relatives" and the need for caution. This made my mother hesitant, and she no longer dared to approach those uncles, cousins, or other male relatives. Even though I managed to get rid of that troublesome spies, his previous remarks have left my mother with a very serious psychological barrier, making her hesitant to easily seduce male relatives in our family, even if the thought occasionally crosses her mind. This also makes my ultimate dream of "seeing my mother have sex with relatives" a regret that "may never be realized in this lifetime." Since my mother didn't dare to actively seduce relatives, I had to settle for second best. I endured this while simultaneously "training" my mother until I graduated from junior high and successfully entered high school. Only after I felt that I looked much more mature and stable than junior high students did I start looking for like-minded strangers online. (To be continued) (II) At first, I had no experience and couldn't find anyone to ask for advice, so naturally, I didn't know where to start. Fortunately, one day while aimlessly searching for good shows on YouTube, I accidentally saw a program discussing the topic of wife-swapping. I then realized that my behavior of wanting to find men to sleep with my mother was called "wife-swapping." After learning this information, I immediately went online and frantically searched with a few keywords. After searching for a long time, I finally found some dating forums. However, after registering, I discovered that if I really wanted to participate in wife-swapping, I needed to go through a bunch of cumbersome verification procedures, and some even required paying membership fees before I could upload photos and arrange meetings... Since my father controlled the family finances, my mother and I certainly didn't dare to spend money recklessly; besides, my relationship with my mother couldn't be exposed casually. After much deliberation, for the safety of my child and me, I had to abandon this path. Later, one day while chatting with classmates, they secretly mentioned a great chat room where you could meet many girls, and if you hit it off, you could even meet up. Curious, I went home and accessed the website my classmates gave me, only to discover it was an adult chat room. Besides the usual adult dating sections, there was even a section called "Couple Exchange." I randomly entered a pseudonym, deliberately setting my age to over, and quietly watched the users chat about all sorts of things. Finally, I grasped some of the tricks of the trade, and then tried to find people to chat with, looking for suitable partners. I finally managed to find a couple to meet, but when they saw my mother and me, they looked surprised, and after only a few words, they suddenly made an excuse and left. My eagerly anticipated exchange ended up being a cold shower; the disappointment was unimaginable.Anyone who saw this would think there was something wrong with our relationship! If people found out we were mother and son, it would definitely cause a huge uproar. So, I had to settle for second best and try to persuade my mother to gain experience with familiar relatives first, and then find an opportunity to participate when I was older. Unexpectedly, that annoying strategist I mentioned before, after hearing that my mother had asked him for advice, stopped her from doing it, citing the high risk of "seducing relatives" and the need for caution. This made my mother hesitant, and she no longer dared to approach those uncles, cousins, or other male relatives. Even though I had cleverly gotten rid of that troublesome person, his previous remarks had given my mother a very serious psychological barrier, making her afraid to easily seduce male relatives in our family, even if the thought occasionally crossed her mind. This also makes my ultimate dream of "seeing my mother have sex with relatives" a regret that "may not be realized in this lifetime." Since my mother didn't dare to actively seduce relatives, I had to settle for second best. I endured this while simultaneously "training" my mother until I graduated from junior high and successfully entered high school. Only after I felt that I looked much more mature and stable than junior high students did I start looking for like-minded strangers online. (To be continued) (II) At first, I had no experience and couldn't find anyone to ask for advice, so naturally, I didn't know where to start. Fortunately, one day while aimlessly searching for good shows on YouTube, I accidentally saw a program discussing the topic of wife-swapping. I then realized that my behavior of wanting to find men to sleep with my mother was called "wife-swapping." After learning this information, I immediately went online and frantically searched with a few keywords. After searching for a long time, I finally found some dating forums. However, after registering, I discovered that if I really wanted to participate in wife-swapping, I needed to go through a bunch of cumbersome verification procedures, and some even required paying membership fees before I could upload photos and arrange meetings... Since my father controlled the family finances, my mother and I certainly didn't dare to spend money recklessly; besides, my relationship with my mother couldn't be exposed casually. After much deliberation, for the safety of my child and me, I had to abandon this path. Later, one day while chatting with classmates, they secretly mentioned a great chat room where you could meet many girls, and if you hit it off, you could even meet up. Curious, I went home and accessed the website my classmates gave me, only to discover it was an adult chat room. Besides the usual adult dating sections, there was even a section called "Couple Exchange." I randomly entered a pseudonym, deliberately setting my age to over, and quietly watched the users chat about all sorts of things. Finally, I grasped some of the tricks of the trade, and then tried to find people to chat with, looking for suitable partners. I finally managed to find a couple to meet, but when they saw my mother and me, they looked surprised, and after only a few words, they suddenly made an excuse and left. My eagerly anticipated exchange ended up being a cold shower; the disappointment was unimaginable.Anyone who saw this would think there was something wrong with our relationship! If people found out we were mother and son, it would definitely cause a huge uproar. So, I had to settle for second best and try to persuade my mother to gain experience with familiar relatives first, and then find an opportunity to participate when I was older. Unexpectedly, that annoying strategist I mentioned before, after hearing that my mother had asked him for advice, stopped her from doing it, citing the high risk of "seducing relatives" and the need for caution. This made my mother hesitant, and she no longer dared to approach those uncles, cousins, or other male relatives. Even though I had cleverly gotten rid of that troublesome person, his previous remarks had given my mother a very serious psychological barrier, making her afraid to easily seduce male relatives in our family, even if the thought occasionally crossed her mind. This also makes my ultimate dream of "seeing my mother have sex with relatives" a regret that "may not be realized in this lifetime." Since my mother didn't dare to actively seduce relatives, I had to settle for second best. I endured this while simultaneously "training" my mother until I graduated from junior high and successfully entered high school. Only after I felt that I looked much more mature and stable than junior high students did I start looking for like-minded strangers online. (To be continued) (II) At first, I had no experience and couldn't find anyone to ask for advice, so naturally, I didn't know where to start. Fortunately, one day while aimlessly searching for good shows on YouTube, I accidentally saw a program discussing the topic of wife-swapping. I then realized that my behavior of wanting to find men to sleep with my mother was called "wife-swapping." After learning this information, I immediately went online and frantically searched with a few keywords. After searching for a long time, I finally found some dating forums. However, after registering, I discovered that if I really wanted to participate in wife-swapping, I needed to go through a bunch of cumbersome verification procedures, and some even required paying membership fees before I could upload photos and arrange meetings... Since my father controlled the family finances, my mother and I certainly didn't dare to spend money recklessly; besides, my relationship with my mother couldn't be exposed casually. After much deliberation, for the safety of my child and me, I had to abandon this path. Later, one day while chatting with classmates, they secretly mentioned a great chat room where you could meet many girls, and if you hit it off, you could even meet up. Curious, I went home and accessed the website my classmates gave me, only to discover it was an adult chat room. Besides the usual adult dating sections, there was even a section called "Couple Exchange." I randomly entered a pseudonym, deliberately setting my age to over, and quietly watched the users chat about all sorts of things. Finally, I grasped some of the tricks of the trade, and then tried to find people to chat with, looking for suitable partners. I finally managed to find a couple to meet, but when they saw my mother and me, they looked surprised, and after only a few words, they suddenly made an excuse and left. My eagerly anticipated exchange ended up being a cold shower; the disappointment was unimaginable.
I tried meeting up online a few more times, but either the women were too old and unattractive, or they doubted the authenticity of our "sexual relationship," so nothing came of it after we met. Afterwards, my mother and I analyzed the situation and concluded that the women might have been hesitant because they thought my appearance didn't match my profile, hence their excuses for declining. After several rejections, I decided to try a different approach: directly seeking out single men looking for one-night stands. Unexpectedly, this method made my dream come true. The first time I saw my mother's sensitive, wet vagina being penetrated by a man in his thirties, those lewd and stimulating scenes deeply shocked me. Especially seeing my mother kneeling on the bed like an AV actress, giving oral sex to the man in front of her, while I was fucking her from behind in her wanton state, I was incredibly excited and thrilled. After the exciting threesome ended, I asked my mother what she thought. She replied, "When I was being slept with by a single man in front of you, I felt like a shameless, cheap woman. I felt ashamed, but at the same time, I felt excited and thrilled, a strange kind of pleasure..." After my first successful threesome, the exciting moments of that day kept flashing through my mind. It was like an addictive drug, making me deeply immersed and unable to extricate myself. With that first experience, I finally figured out some tricks. Afterwards, I successfully arranged several more threesomes with single men. Afterwards, I discussed it with my mother and concluded that threesomes with single men were the fastest and safest way to arrange threesomes. Because with single men, I didn't have to worry about their surprised and suspicious looks, nor did I have to worry about them gossiping afterward. Most importantly, I had complete control over the threesome, and they were less picky about the partners, didn't pry into my privacy, and were very considerate in covering all the expenses for the day. It was a win-win situation for threesomes. Of course, under my tutelage, my mother's cooperation and lewdness absolutely satisfied the single men, making them feel it was worth the price of admission. Some even wanted our contact information after the meetups, hoping to become our regular hookup partners. To be honest, among the single men we met, several were quite good-looking, sexually potent, humorous, and generous—they could indeed be our regular hookup partners. However, this would require exchanging contact information to ensure their availability. Considering my mother's and my true relationship, and for privacy and security reasons, I ultimately rejected this suggestion. Perhaps some might ask, wouldn't my mother secretly exchange contact information with them? Regarding this, because I know my mother's straightforward, innocent, and somewhat naive personality very well, I repeatedly warned her not to easily reveal our contact information or relationship to others, lest someone find fault with us. Therefore, I handled all the communication and contact arrangements. Furthermore, after my long-term "training," my mother has become the most obedient sex slave. She will obediently comply with anything I say is forbidden, and will never be two-faced or hypocritical. Some might ask, since my mother and I enjoy socializing so much, are we looking for casual sex partners online every day? The answer is no! On one hand, I'm still a high school student, so I have to study during the day and attend tutoring at night, leaving me with simply not enough time to go online for casual sex. On the other hand, and most importantly, it's my father's fault. Unless absolutely necessary, my father rarely socializes outside, so after work, he usually goes straight home to enjoy a delicious dinner carefully prepared by my mother, or he invites friends over for a gathering. In other words, unless he's traveling for work, he almost always stays home at night, let alone going out for social events and not returning home until the wee hours, or even spending the night out. Anyone with experience in matchmaking knows that most of the time is spent at night. After the two people have a preliminary acquaintance online and feel good about each other, they'll arrange to meet up to chat. If the atmosphere is harmonious, they'll find a hotel or motel to spend the night together. Even if they don't spend the whole night partying, most adults have to work during the day and generally only have time for other activities after work. Weekends and holidays are out of the question. On weekends, unless Dad is traveling for work, he either stays home watching TV, occasionally playing video games with me, or drives the three of us out for a drive. So, of course, Mom and I can't organize any matchmaking events. Fortunately, my dad only goes to Taichung for a few days every one to two months. If this trip happens to fall on a Friday, Saturday, or Sunday, and it also happens to be after my midterms and finals, I'll go to chat rooms a few days before the exams to find someone to meet up with, quickly arrange a time and place, and then treat the meeting up as a relaxing activity after the exams. How do I know when my dad goes on his business trip? Of course, it's all thanks to the accurate information provided by my mom, this "good housewife"! Like today's meeting up, I knew from my mom two weeks ago that my dad would be going to Taichung for four days on the day I finish my finals, so three days before the exams, I found time to go to chat rooms where I often look for single men to meet up with. Considering that my mom is busy with housework in the morning, and that I only finished my exams on Friday, I scheduled the meeting up for Saturday noon. I originally only wanted to meet one or two single men, but for some reason, not long after I posted the message that I wanted to meet a single man that night, a lot of people messaged me privately. After selecting a few single men who seemed promising, and following a rigorous evaluation and screening process, I finally chose five who I could fully cooperate with. We arranged to meet between noon and 1 PM outside the main entrance of Kaohsiung Railway Station. I gave them the secret code for our meeting and the clothes we would be wearing. To avoid any unnecessary trouble later, I wouldn't leave any contact information, only telling them I'd be there at that time; if they didn't show up by the agreed time, the date would be canceled. While this method is safe, I've been stood up a few times before, so now I always invite several people to avoid disappointment and wasted time if no one shows up. Lost in thought, I looked at my mother beside me, her cheeks slightly flushed, but still calmly steering the car, seemingly anticipating the upcoming date. The thought of her writhing and lascivious behavior under the loins of single men later made me tease her, "Mom, you seem a bit distracted while driving. Were your legs weak from Dad's fucking the other night? Or are you so excited about being fucked by so many people that your juices are already running down your thighs?" "...No...no!" Seeing my mother's embarrassed expression, I guessed she was also looking forward to this get-together, so I deliberately asked, "Mom, I invited five people today. How many do you hope will show up?" "...I don't know." Although my mother said that, I knew from her sudden rapid breathing that she was already aroused, so I deliberately pressed, "Then how many people do you hope to be with today?" "Hmm...huff...no...I don't know..." "Hehe, Mom, you're getting horny again!" Seeing my mother's cheeks flush red with embarrassment, my gaze inadvertently swept over her clothes, then past her face, catching a glimpse of the convenience store sign flashing by. Instantly, an idea struck me, so I quickly changed the subject, "Hmm... Mom, we seem to have forgotten to buy something. Should we go to the convenience store up ahead and buy some so we can eat at the motel later?" "...Okay." The silver Altis parked casually in front of the 7-Eleven. After turning on the hazard lights, just as my mother was about to open the door and get out, I immediately said, "Yuxin, take off your panties!" My mother glanced at me, then lowered her head and obediently replied, "Yes, Master Cheng." Then, under my gaze, she slowly pulled up the hem of her miniskirt on the driver's seat, revealing a hot and sexy thong of the same color. Then, she hooked her hands on the thin string on the waistband and took off her panties while wiggling her hips. As her sexy thong slid down her waist inch by inch, her carefully trimmed pubic hair came into view. Besides that, amidst my mother's seductive movements, I happened to catch a glimpse of a mole on the lower right side of her buttock. It wasn't large, but its location was quite noticeable. I hadn't thought much of it before, but once at a social gathering, a single man said that the mole on my mother's buttock was quite significant. He said it was called a "lustful mole!" As the name suggests, a woman with this mole might be promiscuous and prone to infidelity. I don't know if there's really such a saying, or if the single man was just deliberately trying to arouse my mother's desire, but based on my observations over the years, this saying seems to have some basis. Once Mom took off her thong, I snatched it from her, tossed it onto the back seat, and said with a satisfied smile, "Okay, let's get off!" As soon as Mom and I entered the convenience store, we immediately felt countless surprised and suspicious glances directed at her.Fortunately, after years of my exhibitionist training, she had long since developed a calm demeanor that remained unfazed even in the face of adversity. Therefore, when the shop's customers discovered that she was only wearing this revealing, semi-transparent nightgown to buy things, her face showed no sign of panic. However, only I, who knew her true emotions, could tell from the obvious protrusions on her chest that her true feelings were a mixture of shyness and excitement. I deliberately called my mother to the counter and, under the stunned gaze of the part-time worker, asked him for a basket. Then, carrying the basket, I walked beside my mother and quietly instructed her to bend down and take drinks, snacks, microwaveable food, bento boxes, oden, and other food items. Meanwhile, I discreetly enjoyed watching the other customers ogling my mother's bare, snow-white breasts, which were about to burst out of her bra, and the tantalizing glimpse of her bare vulva as she leaned forward and her buttocks naturally arched upwards. "Hehe, Mom, look at that old man, he's been peeking at your butt from behind!" "...Hmm." "Mom, just now when a little kid was taking some, I think I saw your areola!" "...Hmm." "Hehe, Yuxin, you're not wearing underwear with this outfit. If someone gets closer, they can see your butt crack from behind, and from the front, they can see your sexy black forest!" "...Hoo...Master Cheng, no...don't say anymore...Yuxin can't take it..." "Really? Hmm...Wow! Your juices are flowing so quickly? You're so lewd! You get this excited just from being seen." "Master Cheng, isn't Yuxin being shameless?" I nodded noncommittally: "That's right, you're a shameless slut!" "Hoo...Ha...Hoo...Master...Yuxin..." "What? Do you want it?" "Hmm." Mom nodded almost imperceptibly, while I pretended to be clueless and asked, "Want what?" Mom lowered her head, her face flushed, and stammered, "...meat...meat stick." "Hehe, you really have no shame! To say such lewd things in public." "Hmm. Master Cheng, can I give Yuxin first..." Looking at Mom's seductive and wanton appearance, I took a deep breath, suppressed my burning desire, and shook my head, saying, "Not now! You'll have to bear with it for a while, there will be plenty of meat sticks to satisfy you later." "...Yes." After wandering around the not-so-spacious convenience store several times, when I went to the counter to pay with a whole basket of things, I deliberately asked Mom to stand about a step away from the counter, so that the part-time worker could see Mom's barely visible nipples and the dark forest below when paying, satisfying my pleasure of having Mom being ogled by a stranger. After paying and leaving the convenience store, Mom returned to the car and immediately took out tissues to wipe away the vaginal fluid that had flowed from her vagina. She then put on a sexy thong before starting the car and driving to our meeting place. (To be continued)

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