Incestuous sadomasochistic love

My name is Wang Wei, and I am the eldest son in my family. I have a younger brother who is two years younger than me. My brother has always been in poor health, and since he is younger than me, my parents naturally dote on him more
. However, when I was little, I always felt that my parents were biased and treated me worse than my brother, so I harbored resentment. Perhaps because of this, I was very rebellious from a young age,
with a withdrawn personality and strange behavior. I rarely did anything to please my parents, and I often went against them and made them angry. My parents were helpless about this.

The only thing that comforted them was that my grades were decent and my character wasn't bad. I studied very hard because I wanted my parents to know
I was better than my brother. Around fifteen or sixteen, I developed a strong attraction to women, and masturbation went from occasional to daily. But masturbation couldn't
truly satisfy me; I craved real intercourse. At some point, my mother's beautiful body began to attract me, and later I even began to fantasize about her
…

My mother's name is Zhao Zhuoya. Although she is thirty-five years old, she is still stunningly beautiful. She has a lovely face and a noble, elegant demeanor . She works for a private company and belongs to
the white-collar elite, so she often wears fashionable and well-fitting cheongsams and high heels, which makes her even more captivating. Whenever I see her, my heart
races; when I think of her, I feel inexplicably excited. I am completely infatuated with her; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say I'm obsessed. In my life, the
only woman who has ever truly made me infatuated is my mother. But despite these thoughts, reason tells me it's impossible. She is my birth mother; I cannot fall in love with her. This is against morality and social norms
. This is madness, even perversion.

Out of desperation, I resorted to using my mother as the object of my fantasies and masturbation. I imagined the protagonists in sadomasochistic DVDs or pornographic magazines as my mother, imagining her naked
body being bound, suspended, dripped with wax, given enemas, exposed, whipped, pricked with needles… and so on. I fantasized about masturbating my mother in extremely erotic and violent scenes. I even wanted to
use her underwear to release my pent-up desires. Later, I also wanted to secretly look at my mother's body, but I never had the chance.

Despite this, I never actually did anything inappropriate to my mother. I thought my love for her was just a dream, a
dream that could never be realized. I just hoped this dream would end soon. But that afternoon, fate gave me an opportunity, an opportunity that would change my entire life. That
afternoon, I came home from school. My younger brother was at his tutoring class, and my parents were at work, so no one was home. On the wall of our living room hung my parents' wedding photo. I couldn't help but
stare at it, mesmerized. My mother looked stunning in her white wedding dress, and she hadn't changed much since, only more dignified and mature. My mind began to wander again...

A door opening interrupted my thoughts. I sighed inwardly; it was probably my brother coming home from school or my dad coming home early from work. I couldn't help but feel annoyed that they were interrupting
my quiet reverie. The door opened, and there was my mother. My mother never came home early. Seeing her, I felt a mix of excitement and nervousness, and stammered
, "Mom, you...you're back?" Seeing me at home, my mother seemed a little surprised. She asked, "School's out so early? Don't you have classes this afternoon?" I suppressed my excitement
and pretended to be calm, saying, "No classes this afternoon." I secretly glanced at my mother. Today she was wearing a light purple suit, light-colored sheer stockings, and white high heels. My heart started pounding again
, and a certain part of my body was already reacting. To avoid losing composure, I was about to go back to my room when I heard a cry of "Mom!" behind me. I turned around and saw that my mother had
accidentally twisted her ankle and was in so much pain that she couldn't stand. I quickly went to help her and helped her sit down on the sofa. "Are you alright?" I asked with concern. Mom shook her head,
but her face was still contorted with pain. She tried to bend down to take off her high heels, but the pain prevented her from doing so.

I don't know where I got the courage, but I bent down and lifted her sprained right ankle, saying, "Mom, let me help you." As I spoke, I took off her right high heel, and her slender, beautiful
foot immediately appeared before me. Her delicate feet, encased in stockings, were even more alluring. I was incredibly excited; this was
a part of my mother's body that I had longed for—her beautiful feet! For so long, I had even dreamed of having direct contact with my mother's body, and now those beautiful feet were right in front of me. I reached out and grasped
her foot, beginning to caress and knead it. I was completely out of control. I murmured, "Mom, your feet are so beautiful." After a few minutes, I suddenly snapped out of it
and looked up to see my mother looking at me. A blush had spread across her face, and her eyes held a strange look—I couldn't tell if it was anger, reproach, or shyness; it was just
odd. Seeing my mother's blushing cheeks, I was stunned, my hands still tightly gripping her slender feet, forgetting to put them down. My mother softly said, "Put them down."

I began to wait patiently, hoping that fate would create an opportunity for me. I stopped masturbating, and the guilt and remorse that always welled up inside me whenever I thought of my mother disappeared.
Strangely enough, my personality became more cheerful and easygoing, and even my father thought I had matured. During my wait for this opportunity, some
changes occurred at home. First, my father started coming home less and less, always saying he was busy with business. Sometimes when he did come home, he was very cold towards us, barely saying a word to my mother
. Their relationship deteriorated, and they practically lived separate lives. I suspected that my father might be having an affair. At this time, my younger brother, citing his busy studies, wanted to move to the school dormitory
. Only my mother and I were left at home. I was overjoyed by these changes. The more distant my father, brother, and mother became, the better it was for me. I knew my opportunity
was approaching. During that period, my mother was very upset because of the troubled relationship with my father and my brother moving out. She looked haggard and came home from work every day with a gloomy face.
Fortunately, I was there for her. Sometimes after dinner, we would go for a walk together and chat. We gradually became closer. One night, I
went out to eat with some classmates and didn't get home until 11 p.m. I thought my mother must have already gone to sleep.

But when I passed by her bedroom, I found the door open, and my mother's skirt, underwear, stockings, bra, and panties were thrown on the bed. Good heavens, she must
be taking a shower. I couldn't resist walking to the bedside, picking up her bra, panties, and stockings, and kissing and smelling them wildly, completely out of control. After releasing my pent-up emotions, I quietly walked to
the vent under the bathroom door and looked inside. My mother's back was so beautiful! Rounded shoulders, rounded buttocks, delicate arms, long legs, skin as
white as snow, a slender waist like a willow, and her plump buttocks creating a captivating cleft. I couldn't restrain myself and took out my penis to masturbate. When my mother turned around, her large,
full breasts were adorned with cherry-red nipples, each inlaid with a glittering gold ring, her heavy breasts swaying gracefully. I was so excited my nostrils flared, my heart
pounding wildly! Looking down along her smooth, flat abdomen: the pubic area, which should have been covered in tender pubic hair, was now glistening and raised, the two delicate labia minora bright red and tender, with
two rows of equally shimmering golden rings, making the most beautiful private parts of the woman even more alluring. "Oh..." I couldn't take it anymore, and a thick stream of hot semen shot
onto the bathroom door. Mom seemed to sense something was wrong outside and walked towards the door. I was
so frightened that I ran away immediately. When Mom opened the door, she looked left and right, but no one was there. However, she noticed the glue on the door. Mom squatted down, smelled it, and immediately wrinkled her nose and blushed. She shyly looked back towards her son's bedroom, and helplessly
shook her head while wiping the semen off the door. "Sigh! Kids these days, overnourished, precocious!" I muttered, and went back to my room to sleep.
I quietly retreated to my room. I admit I love my mother madly, but I can't force her. I want my mother to make love to me willingly.

The opportunity finally arrived. It was my grandfather's 60th birthday, and the whole family gathered for a banquet in a VIP room at a grand hotel. The banquet started at 5 PM and
didn't end until after 10 PM. Everyone was quite drunk. My father said he had to go to the company, and my younger brother went back to his dorm at school. My mother and I then took my uncle's car home
. However, because we needed to take my grandparents, there weren't enough seats. So, my uncle and aunt sat in the front, and my grandparents, mother, and I sat in the back. Since there wasn't enough room for four people in the back,
my uncle suggested that my mother sit on my lap. "How can that be?" my mother protested. "We'll be home soon, just hold on a little longer," my uncle said, pushing my mother onto me and
closing the car door. Now, my mother was sitting squarely on my stomach. That day, my mother was wearing a very traditional scarlet satin tight-fitting cheongsam with silver
stripe patterns embroidered on it, and black high heels—traditional yet sexy. From the start of the banquet, I kept glancing at her. Her tight-fitting cheongsam accentuated her curvaceous
figure, and her feet in black high heels—the same feet I had played with that day. Throughout the banquet, I couldn't stop thinking about my mother. Luckily, everyone was busy
drinking and toasting, and no one paid attention to what I was looking at or thinking.

Now things were really going well. Already burning with desire, Mom was sitting on top of me, her buttocks pressed tightly against my lower abdomen. My penis instantly became erect, and right there,
it thrust into Mom's anus. Mom cried out in surprise. "What's wrong?" Grandma asked from the side. "Nothing, nothing," Mom replied softly. At this point, the situation took a
dramatic turn. Mom tried to shift her position to the side, but then Uncle suddenly started the car, and Mom, due to inertia, fell towards me, her entire anus pressing against my penis.

There was no extra space, and we couldn't move at all. I was extremely embarrassed; it was incredibly shameful. Although I was anxious, it wouldn't obey my
control. After penetrating deep into my mother's anus, it became even more erect. This is a natural human instinct, something no one can control. The car swayed left and right as it drove along.
I was okay, but my mother was having a hard time. The car swayed, and she swayed with it. When the car encountered a car or a red light, it would brake immediately, and her body would lean
forward due to inertia. For a moment, her anus would finally detach from my penis, but as soon as the brakes stopped, she would lean backward due to inertia, and her anus would be pressed back into my penis, all the way down. The
car started and braked countless times throughout the journey, and my mother was tormented by it. It was pure torture. I was really worried that my mother would scream, but I saw that she
was clenching her fists tightly, clearly trying her best to control herself. She obviously understood that screaming would not do anyone any good. Imagine if my maternal uncle and aunt found
out about our current situation; even if it was unintentional, we'd be so ashamed we'd jump into the sea. The car finally arrived at our house. As soon as it stopped, Mom jumped out and rushed
into the yard. Grandma was still muttering, "Zhuoya, really, she left without even saying goodbye."

My uncle said, "Zhuoya seems to have drunk too much. Yiwei, you take care of your mother." I thought to myself, "I will take good care of her." I greeted them and
went into the yard. I knew in my heart that the opportunity God had given me had arrived; now it was up to me to seize it. Lately, my father hadn't been coming home. He
used to come back every few days, but he hadn't been back for over a month. Today, although they were laughing and joking at the banquet, it was only for show. After the banquet, I saw them acting like
strangers. My father simply said, "I'm going back to the company," and drove away. Their relationship had completely broken down. My brother and mother also seemed to be growing more and more distant. My mother
must be very empty and lonely now. A woman of thirty-five is in her prime, with a very strong sex drive. Without emotional support and without a sex life, I even suspected that my mother
might masturbate at night. She drank a lot today. Alcohol can cloud judgment, making people lose self-control and rationality. Coupled with the little incident in the car earlier, her desire must
have been aroused by me, so I determined that tonight was the best opportunity. With a mix of excitement, nervousness, and anticipation, I walked into the yard and up the stairs.
Finally, I opened the door and went inside. My mother was sitting on the sofa in the living room. There was an opened bottle of wine on the coffee table, and she was drinking from a glass. Seeing me come in
, she said, "Come on, son, have a couple of drinks with me." I was about to advise her to drink less, but then I thought, it would be better for me if she drank more.

So I went over, grabbed an empty glass, poured myself a full glass, and sat down on the sofa opposite her. That's when I noticed something was wrong with Mom. After what had happened, I thought
she'd be embarrassed to see me, but she acted as if nothing had happened. It seemed she'd had too much to drink. "Cheers!" She clinked glasses with me and downed hers in one gulp
. I did the same. After finishing that glass, Mom's face was flushed. I said, "Mom, you drank a lot today." Mom said softly, "I haven't been feeling
well lately." I said, "Can you tell me what's on your mind?" Mom began to confide in me. Her relationship with Dad had broken down because he was having an affair,
and her brother's reason for boarding school wasn't for studying, but for having fun. I was secretly pleased. Mom's willingness to tell me these things buried deep in her heart meant
she'd had too much to drink. As she spoke, Mom became agitated. She suddenly hugged me and said, "Son, don't leave your mother like your father and brother did." When Mom
hugged me tightly, I impulsively hugged her back and said, "Mom, I won't leave you. Don't be sad. Dad doesn't love you, but I do." I kissed Mom
's cheek. Mom was stunned for a moment, then said, "What...what did you say?"

The alcohol was taking effect, and I was desperate. I shouted, "Mom, I say I love you!" Mom seemed to sober up then. She stared at
me blankly, as if she'd never seen me before. Seeing her shocked expression, my drunkenness turned into cold sweat, and I regretted my overly direct confession. But it was too
late; I couldn't back down, I could only move forward. Then I realized Mom was still in my arms. Because she had hugged me, I had hugged her back tightly. My
words had frozen her in shock; she had forgotten she was still in my arms. We were almost pressed together, her face
only inches from mine. I realized I hadn't been this close to Mom in years, hadn't been able to examine her beautiful face so closely. Mom was so beautiful. Her
delicate pink face was now a little pale, and her expectant almond-shaped eyes were wide with surprise. I looked at her more and more, and couldn't help but say, "Mom, Dad made a huge mistake."

He went out to find other women, unaware that the most beautiful and wonderful woman had always been by his side. His mother scolded him, "What nonsense are you talking about?" I said, "I'm not talking nonsense,
I'm speaking from the heart. In my eyes, you are the most beautiful woman in the world. But, I am your mother. We are mother and son, you...you can't like me." His mother
said urgently. I said, "Why not? We are mother and son, but also a man and a woman. You are my mother, but in my eyes
you are not only my birth mother, but also a noble and beautiful woman."

"I love someone without any boundaries." My mother said softly, "But if our love is against propriety and morality, it's incorrect and abnormal. You
love me, you love your own mother—that's an incorrect thought, it's impossible!" I said, even more agitated, "No, times have changed.
Nothing is impossible in this world. Thailand has androgynous ladyboys, terrorists can attack the World Trade Center, Leslie Cheung could publicly declare himself gay
and only love men his whole life—what else is impossible? Nothing in this world is unchanging. Dad used to love you very much, he must have made vows of eternal love with you,
but hasn't he changed now?" After saying this, Mom was speechless. A confused look appeared in her beautiful eyes, and her will seemed
to be wavering. Her large breasts were trembling slightly. After a while, she seemed to want to say something, but I didn't give her a chance. I silenced her with a kiss
. I thought she would resist strongly, but unexpectedly, she didn't resist or refuse. Instead, she actively responded, her tongue entwining with mine. This passionate kiss
lasted for a full five minutes. Suddenly, Mom pushed me away and plopped down on the sofa, muttering to herself, "Oh my god! What did I just do? How could I
kiss my own son?" At that moment, I sat down on the sofa opposite Mom, downed my drink in one gulp, and said, "Mom, don't be surprised. You just did
what your instincts required." Mom didn't say anything, but instead downed her drink in one gulp, as if trying to calm herself down. After finishing the drink, Mom
seemed truly drunk. Her eyes were blurry. She leaned back on the sofa and asked, "Son, do you really like me?"

Her voice became soft and delicate, something only someone truly drunk would say. Mom was definitely drunk. "Yes, I really like you," I said. "Then...you
won't rape me tonight, will you?" Mom asked, her voice slightly dazed. I was stunned. I never dreamed these words would come from my usually gentle and refined mother. I
had never seen her so out of control. Did Mom have a desire to be conquered? I knew from pornographic videos and magazines that many women had a subconscious desire to be possessed.
Didn't the word "rape" represent the deprivation of will and the imposition of desire? Was Mom trying to use the imposition of desire to replace the condemnation of propriety and morality?

I said lewdly, "Mom, I love you. I truly love you madly, even pervertedly. But my love for you is genuine. If we can't be
together, then I'd rather do what you said and force myself on you." Mom suddenly giggled and said, "You're definitely bolder than your deadbeat father.
Your father would never have said these things at your age. Because of your courage, I can give you a chance." I asked, "What chance?" Mom said
, "Do something for me to show your sincerity, and I'll tell you." I quickly asked, "What do you want me to do?" Mom giggled again. Seeing her laugh, my heart sank
. They say men are more ruthless when drunk, but women are even more ruthless than men when drunk. That's because women's hearts are more unpredictable than men's;
no one can guess what they're thinking. At least I don't know what Mom is thinking now. What does she want me to do? She wouldn't ask me to pluck the stars from the sky, would she
? Mom said, "You just kissed my cheek and lips because you love me." I replied, "Yes." My mother then said, "Okay, kiss my feet,
kiss them as passionately as you would my face and lips, to prove you love me." As she said this, the alcohol probably kicked in, and I felt a little dizzy, so I thought I had misheard
.

But when I saw her taking off her high heels, I knew I hadn't misheard. But her request for me to kiss her feet passionately
shocked me even more than her earlier question about whether I would rape her. At that moment, I asked myself a question, a question to my deepest self:
Did I truly love this woman named Zhao Zhuoya, this woman who played the role of my biological mother in this life? If my infatuation with her was just a fleeting impulse, then I should immediately go back to my room and sleep, and forget everything.

In the end, it was just a fleeting dream, but if I truly loved her, I would do anything for her. At that moment, my heart told me the answer: she was the
one I had been searching for my whole life. My mother had already taken off her high heels and was waiting for my answer. "I don't mind kissing your feet," I said. My mother smiled. She lifted her legs,
stretching her feet straight towards me. We weren't far apart to begin with, and when she stretched her feet over, they were almost touching my face. My mother giggled and said, "Don't worry, I don't have
athlete's foot. I've just walked all day, so they smell a little. But that's probably where the term 'stinky feet' comes from." As soon as she finished speaking, she was laughing so hard she couldn't straighten
up, and even her feet stretched out in front of me were swaying back and forth.

She giggled like a little hen, and I looked like a fool staring at her feet, which were so close they were practically touching my face. I sighed inwardly,
reached out and held her feet in my hands, bringing my face so close my nose could almost touch the soles of her feet. She was wearing elastic flesh-colored stockings, like a second skin
, tightly wrapping her legs and feet. Even my hands holding her feet could feel the smooth, elastic silk clinging to her toes, as if it had become
part of her feet. My mother's feet didn't smell bad, just a faint salty odor, and probably because she often wore high heels, there was a
hint of leather in the saltiness, but it actually smelled quite nice upon closer inspection. Perhaps because my nose was rubbing against the soles of her feet, my mother seemed a little ticklish. She frowned
and said, "Hey, you've been sniffing around for so long, can you smell anything but stench on your feet?" I finally raised my head and said, "You really don't have
athlete's foot." Looking at my serious expression, Mom was both amused and annoyed. She said, "Of course I don't! You've been sniffing for ages just to see if I have athlete's foot." I replied, "Not
only do you not have athlete's foot, but your feet don't smell at all. They just have a slightly salty smell and a leathery smell from wearing high heels every day, but that smell is actually quite
pleasant."

My mother pressed her feet against my face, giggling, and said, "If you smell good, smell them a little longer." I began to kiss her feet. My mother's feet were slender and soft, without a single
callus on her heel. Her fair and tender skin was slightly pinkish under her flesh-colored stockings. I first picked up her left foot, and saw that her five toes were tightly pressed together, her arch slightly curved,
making her irresistible. I felt my penis harden again, burning with desire, and hurriedly began to kiss her feet. From her heel, sole, instep, to her toes, I
kissed every inch. At first, I kissed gently, but later I couldn't control myself and began to lick wildly, sucking on her toes. My mother seemed to be getting excited too, and couldn't help but
moan. With a moan, her foot suddenly moved, and I, who was sucking on her big toe, accidentally shoved all five toes into my mouth... A few minutes
later, she pulled both feet back, put on her high heels, sat up again, and said with a smile, "Your mouth is really not small." I laughed and said, "That's because your feet are too small."
Mom said, "I can't believe you actually kissed my feet." I said, "I'd do anything for you. It seems you really like me." She said, "Then I'll give you a chance
." I asked, "What chance?" "A chance to have me," Mom said, enunciating each word clearly.

No one can describe how I felt at that moment. I jumped up from the sofa, excitedly asking, "What kind of opportunity?" She said slowly, "I've always
believed in fate. I think everything is preordained. Marrying your father, having you and your brother, and now your father's change of heart—it's all destiny
. If our mother-son bond is truly arranged by heaven, I will never object." At this point, the effects of the alcohol seemed to have worn off, and she was clear-headed. A thought struck me. I had always thought tonight
's events were just a drunken blunder by my mother and me, and that my love for her would never be accepted. It was just
a pipe dream I could never realize. But now it seemed there was still hope. How could we know what heaven had in store for us?

Mom got up and took a deck of cards from the bookshelf, saying, "Let's gamble with cards and see who wins. The loser has to grant the winner one
request, and they can't break it. Any request is fine." I looked at Mom and said, "Yes." Mom said, enunciating each word clearly. I mustered my courage, a hint of madness flashing in my eyes: "
If I win, I won't want you to be my mother; I want you to be my woman. Then I'll tie you up and make you my slave. Don't you dare go back on your word, being my
slave..." Hearing this, Mom was somewhat shocked. "Mom, after you become my sex slave, we won't have any more taboos about incest."

The mother's body trembled slightly, and her eyes welled up with excited anticipation: "Good, if fate wants you to win, then it proves that even God won't allow it for us. At that time, no matter..."

"Whether I'm a slave girl or bound, I won't regret it," she said, her words exciting me immensely, my lower body instantly hardening. Mom continued, "If I win, you have to focus on your
studies and stop daydreaming. You also have to leave home and live at school like your brother. You can study peacefully even without me." I smiled bitterly, "So it seems
I'll have to leave home if I lose." Mom said softly, "If I lose, I'll have to give myself to you. If you lose, you'll only have to live at school; you've already gotten the better deal." Looking at Mom's gentle
expression, my desire burned even brighter. I was willing to do anything to have this beautiful woman. I said, "There are many ways to play cards. Which one should we play?" Mom said, "Any kind
is fine. Cards are just a tool. We mainly focus on winning and losing, leaving it to fate." "Then let's play a card game where we take off our clothes." I didn't even know how I said that. Mom
blushed and said, "How can you be so silly?" I don't know who started it, but she insisted I kiss her feet. My lips are still numb from kissing them… Okay.

My mother scolded me playfully, interrupting my words. She knew she had acted recklessly while drunk. She said, "Fine, let's play. How do we play?" I
removed the two Jokers from the deck and said, "We have fifty-two cards. Ace is the highest, 2 is the lowest. Each round, one person draws a card and we compare the highest. The loser takes off their clothes. Whoever is naked first loses." "Okay,"
my mother said. I said, "Mom, actually you're getting a better deal." "Why?" I calculated. I only have five
pieces of clothing: shirt, trousers, shoes, socks, and underwear. I said, "But you have six." "Six?" my mother said. "Yes," I said, "You have one cheongsam, one pair of high heels, one pair of stockings, one pair of underwear,
one pair of bra, and one pair of underwear. That's six pieces. I also have five." My mother said shyly, "I'm not wearing a bra today." My heart raced again. "Let's each shuffle
the cards and start gambling," I said, starting to shuffle the cards. Then my mother started shuffling, and the game began. In the first round, I drew the 10 of diamonds, and Mom drew the 9 of spades. Mom
smiled faintly, took off her high heels, and then I drew the King, and she drew the 7. I won again. With a sigh, Mom removed her stockings; her movements were so gentle
and beautiful that my heart pounded. After that, my luck turned sour. I lost four rounds in a row, until I was down to my underwear. Mom was embarrassed to look at my body. She lowered her head and said
, "It seems that God doesn't approve of us. It clearly thinks this is a wrong relationship." My heart sank, but I refused to give up until the very end. In the seventh round
, I drew the 3 of small diamonds. My face turned ashen. Mom, confident of victory, drew a card, only to discover it was a 2. She was surprised. I laughed and said, "It seems that God doesn't want us
to lose so quickly." My mother stood up and slowly zipped up the back of her cheongsam. She took it off, revealing her fair and voluptuous body. I
stared at her with fascination. "Ah!" Around her snow-white neck was a gold choker studded with round spikes. In the room's light, I could
vaguely see delicate patterns on the gold choker, secured with a small gold lock. Her deep red bra couldn't fully cover her firm, full breasts,
and her small panties were fiery red, as if symbolizing the burning desires of humanity.

A fire ignited within me; my penis, hard as a spear, was ready to spring into action. When Mom sat down, she immediately noticed my genitals. I
was only wearing my underwear, my penis erect and convex. I saw Mom's eyes widen, her breathing quicken, and in that instant,
a flame flickered in her eyes. The eighth round—I won again. Mom calmly removed her bra, revealing her full, large breasts adorned with cherry-red nipples, each studded with a glittering gold ring.
Her heavy breasts swayed gracefully, the rings connected by a beautiful silver chain. I was so excited my nostrils flared, my heart pounding wildly. I looked at
her, she looked at me; neither of us spoke, but we both knew this was the final round, the true decisive one. We both became serious; this was
a round that would determine our fate. I felt as if a stone was pressing down on my heart, incredibly heavy. I cried out in my heart: "Please, God, let me win! I must
have her! I must have my dream goddess—my mother!" This time, my mother drew her card first. She seemed a little nervous. She revealed her card—the Ace of
Hearts! My heart sank to the bottom of the sea; I felt dizzy. My mother's expression was also strange; I couldn't tell if she was excited or disappointed. She calmly
said, "It seems God doesn't want to help you. You seem destined to lose."

I felt extremely disappointed and empty inside, but I still tried to hold back: How can I tell if I've lost before I've even drawn my cards? Maybe I'll draw them too.

"An Ace? That's impossible!" Mom said. "There are only three Aces in fifty-one cards. Even if you had ten chances, you might not draw one, let alone with only one chance left
." "But what if I really do draw one?" I persisted. Mom said, "As long as you draw one Ace, you win." She seemed filled with a strange expectation. "
But I believe your chances are almost zero. I won't give up until the very end." I said, reaching out to draw a card. In truth, I had already given up, but I
was still stubbornly holding on. I knew that unless there was a divine intervention, and it had to be on my side, I couldn't possibly draw an Ace. I seemed destined to lose.
So when I saw that I had drawn an Ace of Spades, I could hardly believe my eyes. Mom seemed stunned too. We both stood there dumbfounded for about five minutes before
recovering. I looked at Mom and said, "I won." Mom was still looking down at the cards, muttering, "What a coincidence! Fifty-one to three odds, and I got
the Ace of Spades!" I whispered, "Mom, it's fate that made me win. It's on our side. It has already granted you permission to be my woman."

Mom looked up at me, slowly pulling down her underwear. She was completely naked. Mom had the best figure. As I spoke, I leaned between her legs
to look at her genitals. Her genitals were smooth and white, and her labia were a pinkish color. It was then that I noticed something: Mom had no pubic hair. Actually,
the last time I peeked at Mom showering, I felt something was off about her genitals, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it. I knew that women, like men, could have thick pubic
hair. Last time, I was too nervous, and the steam in the bathroom was too strong, so I overlooked this. This time, I finally noticed it
. I said, "Mom, why don't you have any hair in that area?" Mom was startled, then giggled and said, "You mean why I don't have pubic
hair?" "Yes," I said. Mom said, "I'm a natural 'white tiger,' so I don't have pubic hair." "Oh," I said, "So, a woman who is born without pubic hair is called a 'white tiger.'"
My mother sighed, "Back then, your father even complained that I was a 'white tiger' (a term for someone who is hairless)!" She asked me, "
What about you? Do you prefer that area with hair or without?" I said, "Hairy looks messy. It's better without hair; it's clean and pleasing to the eye." "Really?" "Of course." To my astonishment, she had pierced her beautiful navel and labia with
gorgeous, alluring silver rings! Each labial ring also had a small, cherry-sized bell that shimmered with a soft light. My eyes were almost blinding. "
Pfft," my mother laughed. Her delicate figure, her erect nipples, and her captivating ornaments—it all felt like an illusion. Accompanied by
the metallic clinking of "Jingle...Jingle..." she came over and gently sat on my lap. No one can describe the feeling I had at that moment. It wasn't just excitement, joy, or exhilaration
; it felt like someone had finally climbed from hell to heaven—a feeling of pure bliss. I finally had my mother, my beautiful and charming mother.

My mother looked at me softly and said, "You've won. It seems this really is fate. State your request." She knew what I was thinking, but she still asked me deliberately. With
slightly trembling hands, I picked up a scout rope from the table. I looked at her and said, "Mom, please keep your promise. I will tie you up. I will have you forever." I
quickly began to wrap the rope around my mother's naked body. My mother, as if resigned, obediently knelt down, turned around, and put her arms behind her back to wait to be bound
. Following the example in the SM sadomasochistic videos, I forcefully tied my mother's hands behind her back, crossed her wrists, and pulled them upwards. The other end of the rope went around her fair
neck and back behind her back, pulling her bound hands up towards her head and securing them above her back, so that her hands could not move at all. My mother's neck was bound by a rope,
her head hanging back with her long, black hair. Her feelings were complex, and I knew she wouldn't resist. Her clenched teeth revealed her pain. Then I
tightened the rope around her two full breasts, constricting them from the base. The rope wrapped around and around, binding her breasts securely.
Now, my mother felt her upper arms were completely immobile, her breasts felt as if they were about to explode—tighter than her husband had ever tied her.
A barely perceptible hint of joy flickered in her eyes.

I made my mother lie face down again, grabbed her feet, and first wrapped the rope around her thighs near her knees, then made a
loop below her knees. I then turned my mother's slender body over, pulled the rope around her back a few times, causing her beautiful legs to curl up, and then the rope binding her legs joined the rope around her neck.

The ropes were pulled together and tightened, binding Mom's legs as well. Her beautiful, sexy naked body was now arched, bound tightly with ropes. Her head,
neck, shoulders, arms, hands, waist, hips, knees, and feet were all immobile, and she had no right to struggle. Now Mom's body was concave like a fish, bound by the ropes.
Not satisfied, I picked up a new hemp rope and wrapped it around Mom's large breasts several times, tightening it in the middle to make her nipples stand out even more. Then I pulled it
tight down her white back, tied a knot at her anus, and pressed it deeply into her genitals. This binding position is torture for a woman.

After binding her, I let out a long breath, gazing at the woman lying in my arms. The ropes made her breasts appear fuller, her long, slender
legs stretched taut by the ropes, and her cascading hair curved her smooth back into a beautiful arc. My mother was also sweating, her long
hair damp with the sweat from both of us. The ropes binding her body in this crisscrossing manner had significantly aroused her masochistic pleasure and physiological
needs. She felt her sensitive areas being tightened by the ropes. Now, my mother's naked, sweaty body looked so alluring, her pretty face radiating
a tenderness of feminine willingness to be conquered. Her beautiful eyes were slightly closed, a delicate expression that was hard to define as either pain or joy. My mother had very complex thoughts in her heart.
She put her hands behind her back, and caught a glimpse of her reflection in the large mirror: lying on her side in her son's arms like a lamb being devoured by the flames of lust, completely at
his mercy. Holding a beautiful woman bound by ropes was the best way for her son to ignite his sadistic desires. At this moment, the mother's intense masochistic feelings made her burn like a flame deep inside her
... as if it were her ritual of deflowering.

My fingers kneaded my mother's soft breasts. Her breasts were round and firm, large but not sagging, and incredibly soft. Now, this beautiful woman lay bound hand and foot
in my arms. My fingers excitedly kneaded her breasts, waist, and vulva. Her body was so supple, her breathing so gentle, and her
unique feminine scent aroused my desire. Her warm, moist fluids increased as my index finger penetrated deeper into her vagina, becoming slippery and clinging to
my fingers. My mother's bound body writhed and moaned, her movements revealing deep marks from the ropes on her fair skin.
Her hips writhed wildly in rhythm with my fingers, her full breasts rubbing against my genitals. Her tight, bud-like vulva, like a raw oyster, welcomed
my fingers. Despite being bound hand and foot, she couldn't suppress her hunger for sadomasochism. Her masochistic tendencies caused her vulva to leak fluid. Lying on her side in my arms,
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My mother willingly remained bound in this position, moaning incessantly, her petals overflowing with nectar. I said to her, "You'll regret this!" She
twisted her tightly bound body and groaned, "I'm already your slave, use me as you please! Tie this rope tighter!" I
carefully examined her bound body again, pulling the rope a few times to tighten it further. The rope slowly dug into her flesh, a strange, tingling
sensation, which seemed to become the source of my desire. I stuck out my tongue and began licking her labia. Ah, my mother suddenly became excited. Her genitals had
a slightly musky smell, but it was even more arousing. I started rubbing it with my fingers. Ah, my mother's breathing became even heavier. Later, I simply inserted my whole hand,
which was covered in her vaginal fluid when I pulled it out. Ah, don't just use your hand! Come on, let's get real! My mother was burning with desire, her breath coming in short gasps. Good, I saw the teasing
had reached its peak, so I quickly pulled down my underwear and inserted my long-awaited penis into her vagina. I held her slender waist and thrust in and out. As my thrusts
became more and more forceful, my mother went from panting to moaning, from moaning to shouting: "Ah, mmm, ahhh, faster, faster! Ah, I can't take it anymore, ahhhh..."

My mother's pent-up desires from the past few years were finally unleashed. She moaned like a wanton woman, this forbidden pleasure between mother and son overwhelming our bodies and minds. "Zhuoya,
Zhuoya," I cried out uncontrollably, calling my mother's name. "Ah, Yiwei, Yiwei, ah, you're so good, so good." We reached climax simultaneously, and I couldn't hold back from ejaculating
. "No, don't ejaculate inside her, ejaculate in my mouth!" my mother cried. I ejaculated all my semen into her mouth in one gulp. Her mouth was full of my semen. I
picked up a glass of water from the bedside table, and my mother drank it down along with the semen. "Mom," I asked, "didn't you have a tubal ligation after giving birth to my brother? Even if I ejaculated inside you..."

"It will make you pregnant." Mom laughed, "I know that, I just heard that a virgin's semen can make a woman younger. That's why I let you ejaculate in my mouth." "Okay,"
Mom said, "Let's take a bath and go to sleep, it's already past midnight." I asked, "Mom, when it's just the two of us, can I call you Zhuoya?" Mom smiled
and nodded. "Can we still do it?" I asked again. "As long as you like, Mom will do it with you every day," Mom said. "Great, then why are you still tied up?"
Mom found that her hands and feet were still tightly bound. I said, "I have a new program, you will definitely like it!" At this moment, Mom's hands and feet were bound, and she was completely naked, with her
bondage completely under her son's control. I picked Mom up by the waist and rushed to the bathroom.

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