Mother-Controlling Project (01)

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Chapter 1 In this world, what could possibly make a beautiful and proud mother conquer her son's crotch, allowing him to dominate her with even greater excitement? From a young age, I had a very strict mother who was a teacher. I don't know if this was a good thing or a bad thing. On the one hand, my mother was very beautiful, and she was the envy of everyone around her. Whether it was relatives, friends, or my classmates, they all praised my mother's beauty. Moreover, especially for me, my mother's body had a fatal attraction for me, because I had always been secretly watching my mother's body. I once secretly watched my mother taking a bath. Her voluptuous body, her C-cup breasts standing high, and her nipples a deep dark red, although not pink. After all, in real life, there are no mothers with such large breasts and wide hips. I really wanted to suck on her breasts. Her buttocks are also quite shapely, probably because she gave birth to me at eighteen. My thirty-six-year-old mother still maintains herself quite well; people say she looks like a woman in her twenties. The bad thing is, my mother is very strict, almost inhumanly so, more like a teacher than my own. She constantly beat and scolded me from a young age; in her words, she wanted me to "be good." Of course, if I had "behaved," none of this would have happened. My name is Li Dalong, I'm seventeen years old. Although I'm still young, I'm already 1.8 meters tall, and my penis is over ten centimeters long. I've had several girlfriends, but those girls my age don't evoke any other thoughts in me, because I know deep down that I deeply love my mother. In fact, I want to have sex with my own mother, to engage in so-called mother-son intercourse! In this world, what could be more wonderful and exciting than having a teenage son penetrate his mother's plump flesh? This intense sexual urge during puberty gradually led me to become addicted, even watching AVs and incestuous novels every day to masturbate and release my lust. Whenever I thought of my mother's beautiful and voluptuous body, my sperm would ejaculate uncontrollably. But despite this, as I grew older, I increasingly discovered that I had a strong fetish for incest, and the desire to have sex with my mother grew stronger and stronger... My mother's name is Tang Shu. She has a strong personality and is very strict in her actions. She is a woman of her word, and in the eyes of others, she is sacred and inviolable. Not only is she upright in her conduct, but she was also very strict with me when I was a child. In those incestuous novels, she is the least likely person to have incest with her own son. I wouldn't even dare to think about it, let alone do it. However, nothing is absolute. My mother is so beautiful, it's like having a piece of fatty meat right next to your mouth every day. Even if it's too hot to eat, you can't help but take a bite. And this piece of fatty meat is the kind that's dripping with oil. With a mother like that around, I believe no one could ignore her, right?
Gradually, that possessive desire grew stronger and stronger. I came across an article titled "On the Possibility and Necessity of Mother-Son Sexual Relationships." Although the author was questionable, I still wanted to have incest with my mother. So, I made a plan. With a woman like my mother, forcing her is obviously impossible; I can only go for it gently, naturally step by step. According to the information I collected, I am currently in the peak of my teenage sexual desire, and my mother, whether she admits it or not, is approaching her prime sexual age. The peak age for sexual desire is 37, which increases my chances of having intercourse with her. I'll talk about the rest later. First, the first condition—that my father is either deceased or frequently away from home—doesn't really apply to me. My father works at a company, though he leaves early and comes home late, and while he sometimes travels for work, he's always back soon. The kind of father who dies early, like in the novel *Lyman*, or a long-distance bus driver, is completely impossible for me. My first step was to observe the frequency of my mother and father's sexual intercourse before making a decision. And so, I began the first step of my mother-son sexual plan! I bought a hidden camera online and placed one of my junk boxes in an inconspicuous corner of my parents' bedroom, covered it up, and adjusted the angle. That way, even if someone asked, I could say I brought back some useless junk, and no one would suspect anything. Even if the plan failed, I could still witness my mother and father having sex in bed! I'm only a high school sophomore now. My mother is a teacher, and since my father is a company executive, I'm not too poor. So, I have the funds and time. Most importantly, I have a complete plan. I finished my tasks on a Saturday and Sunday, then went back to my room. Every day after school, I went home, locked the door, and sat down at my computer desk with my textbooks... Monday, nothing happened. Tuesday, still nothing happened... Wednesday!!! Dad, as usual, went back to the bedroom, leering at Mom, quietly closed the door, and immediately hugged her. "Not again? The door's still open, our son's in the next room, go close the door!" Mom scolded. Then they got into bed and took off their clothes. They kissed for a while, then Dad sucked on Mom's breasts, doing some foreplay. Then came the standard missionary position. It's a pity I couldn't see every detail like in an AV, but it was enough for me to masturbate. Watching my mother being repeatedly pounded by my father's penis, her two snow-white breasts swaying incessantly… Then, my eyes widened. My usually stern mother had changed positions, kneeling on the bed like a female dog. My father was penetrating her from behind, his hands grasping her breasts. The two of them were mating like male and female dogs on the street. "Damn it! Bitch!" My mother's stern image instantly crumbled before my eyes. Those scenes in novels where parents only use the missionary position are fake! My mother is also a woman with sexual desire. I watched the scene on the computer, my hands moving rapidly…
…Watching the video, I realized that Dad's foreplay wasn't good enough at all. If I just put more effort into it… Just as I was thinking this, a knock came at the door! "What are you still doing in there? Come out and eat!" My mother's stern voice rang out from outside the door. I hurriedly shut down the computer, opened the door, and saw my mother with furrowed brows. "What are you doing in there? Come out and eat! Honestly, you're such a grown woman, and you still cause me so much trouble!" Mom looked at my room, and seeing that I hadn't turned on the computer, she felt embarrassed to continue her outburst and went straight back to the kitchen. Watching Mom's back, I silently cursed her as a bitch in my heart. She was so fierce to me in front of me, but in bed, she was like a bitch being fucked from behind. Although she didn't moan, looking at Mom's back, I was already imagining her being fucked senseless by me. After eating, I went back to my room. To avoid arousing her suspicion, I finished my homework and had her check it before going back to my room. Watching the video of Mom being fucked from behind, Dad threw the condom into the trash can and went to sleep. After two weeks of observation, I discovered they have sex twice a week, on Wednesdays and Saturdays. Their sex life is quite reasonable and harmonious, which leaves me at a loss. My mother's sex life is harmonious and fulfilling, so how can I have a chance? It seems the first thing to solve is their sex life. Although my father doesn't travel long distances for work and is away from home every day, he still comes home between 8 and 10 pm, sometimes earlier. For this plan, my first priority is to ensure their harmonious sex life. The best outcome would be for my father to come home and fall asleep immediately. And sleeping pills are the best way to cure impotence, especially with long-term use, which can cause certain symptoms. I'm sorry, Dad, for Mom's beautiful body, I have to make you suffer. As I thought this, I began to fantasize about a day when I, a sex slave unable to have sex due to pregnancy, would have to frantically perform foot fetishes on her silk stockings to satisfy my own son's sexual desires, releasing my semen onto her silk-stockinged body. After buying the sleeping pills, for the first week, I put them in my dad's daily drinking water every Wednesday and Saturday. When he came home, he would naturally drink something, and after drinking it, he would feel drowsy, losing all desire for sex, let alone any interest in it. For the first two days, my mom didn't think much of it, assuming my dad was just intermittently busy with work, and didn't pay much attention, thinking that missing a day wouldn't matter. But after a week of this, my mom started nagging because of the lack of a regular sex life. I knew she was getting annoyed. "Why did you get this question wrong again? Did you even study properly?!" My mom glared at me, scolding me. The second week, I noticed that my parents' sex life had become irregular, completely dependent on my dad's desires. Since I had disrupted their regular sex life, starting from the second week, I began to add something to my dad's tea every day. Looking at my mother on the screen, she seemed unusually "excited" this week. Her thighs were even involuntarily wrapped around my father's waist. Damn it! You slut! Sooner or later, your legs will be wearing the stockings I gave you, clamping tightly around my waist like a cunt. Thinking this, I frantically masturbated to the shadowy figure on the screen, continuously ejaculating my sperm into my mother on the screen. Due to the instability of our sex life, my mother's mood began to change. If I started to act coquettishly towards her now, or do anything like kissing or hugging, it would be suicide. Of course, I couldn't do something so foolish in front of my mother who was nearing menopause. The first step of the plan was gradually getting on track, and it was almost there. Even if my father could have sex with my mother, their sex life wouldn't be as regular as before. Of course, the second step couldn't be rushed. Only when everything was absolutely safe would the real plan be revealed. To wait until that final moment when I thrust my penis into my mother's beautiful vagina, I knew I had to be patient now!
You must be patient! The second step is the transformation of our relationship! That is, first, I need to gradually change my mother's perception of me from that of a son to that of a grown-up, mature man, a man who can penetrate her vagina, then a lover, a husband, then a casual sex partner, and finally a sex slave! Of course, all of that is probably a long way off; who knows what will happen then? The first step has already pretty much destroyed my parents' normal, regular sex life. Once my mother's emotions have calmed down a bit, I'll move on to the next step. First, I need to transform from her son to her man, making her understand that her son has grown up. But at the same time, she'll feel that she's getting old. Women are emotional creatures like that. At that point, I need to coax and deceive her to make her happy, gradually getting her to accept me, opening her heart, letting the wolf into the house, and finally, breaking through! Ever since my parents' sex life became irregular, I've been eager to do chores in front of my mom. Of course, I haven't done them when she's not home, because I want to show off in front of her. Showing off my talents in front of everyone is foolish, and I wouldn't do something so stupid. When my mom comes home from work every evening, I can't be too eager. If a son who never did chores suddenly starts doing them, it'll raise suspicion. I have to do things subtly, like casually touching her breasts. If you suddenly touch her breasts, you're a pervert. I had a glass of milk in my hand, and just as my mom came home from work or school, I handed it to her while she was in a good mood. My mom was taken aback, smiled, said thank you, and took it. I asked her what made her so happy, and she said her son was now showing her love and care, which made her very happy!
I thought to myself, I'll not only love you, but I'll also love you in bed, letting your stockings give me a footjob! After the first time, of course, came the second. Every evening when Mom came home, I would habitually hand her half a glass of milk, yogurt, or some other drink. Gradually, Mom began to accept this habitual way of showing her attentiveness. The advantage of this was that if I suddenly left one day, a woman's body would feel a sense of loss, thus subtly controlling Mom's psychology. Then, the week after handing Mom the milk, I started helping her with housework outside the living room. When Mom came out after cooking and saw me doing housework, she couldn't help but be surprised, then smiled and said I had grown up. Of course, doing it for one day wouldn't have much effect. In order to enjoy Mom's beautiful body in bed in the future, I naturally had to put in this little bit of effort! Later, after doing housework for a week, I started going into the kitchen to cook with Mom, incidentally strengthening the bond between mother and son. "You've really grown up~" Mom gently patted the back of my head and said to me. "Well, seeing how hard Mom works every day, of course I can't bear to make her work even harder. After all, Mom is so young and beautiful, how could I bear to let her get old?" I said to Mom with a smile while washing vegetables. "Ugh, don't try that on me. Don't give me any of those tricks. You need to behave yourself at your age and not have any wild thoughts, especially about little girls your own age..."
Mom started nagging again, but at this moment her face was full of happiness. Of course, I thought to myself, I have no interest in those little girls. My "sexual" interest is all in you!
And so, a month passed peacefully. I was still doing the same things as usual. Seeing Dad becoming more and more exhausted and falling asleep as soon as he got home, I felt that my opportunity was slowly approaching!
After all, I was almost going crazy from smelling Mom's beautiful flesh every day. Although I couldn't rush it, I knew that this woman would be mine sooner or later! "Sigh, Mom's getting old~ My son's grown up too~ He's become a little man~" Mom said while chopping vegetables.
She sighed and said, "Mom isn't old at all! Mom will always be my little fairy~ the little fairy who descended to earth~" I said to my mother with a grin. "You naughty son! Mom is already so old, and you're still making fun of her~" Mom laughed and told me that our parents' sex life had decreased to four times this month, which showed what kind of state she was in. To let Mom's "fire" be released, I need to start another transformation and move on to the next step! From our conversations this month, I know that Mom has started to treat me like a little man. Although I'm young, at least I'm a man, a man she can rely on. What I need to do now is to transform Mom's role as a little man in her heart into a little lover. Of course, this requires me to use my skills and techniques for picking up girls! Picking up girls is nothing more than flirting and creating atmosphere. It just so happens to be Mother's Day. On this special day, I certainly won't be silly and give carnations. What I'll give is roses, of course. But I can't give them on Mother's Day. Why? It's very simple: don't let her subconscious realize that she is a mother, but a "woman"! This is very important, very important! PS: For the completion of chapters 4-6 or 7-9, Ye Xuanxingchen will receive +8 gold coins and a red envelope for reposting and sharing!

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