Mother and child's QQ bond (QQ Mother and Child)

Mother and Son's Affection (QQ Mother and Son)
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On my sixteenth birthday, I finally got my own computer. Although my mother said it was for me and told me to study hard and not go to internet cafes all the time, I always suspected that wasn't the only reason. After all, her job also required a computer... My mother is 38 years old this year, has a doctorate, and is a senior researcher at a biological research institute. As for what kind of senior she is, and what she researches, I don't really know. She told me, but I didn't know either, and I didn't want to know. Students, well, it's nothing more than going to school, coming home, going to school, coming home, eating well, dressing warmly, and having fun. Of course, the premise is that they must keep up with their studies. For me, the doctoral son, this is not difficult. My father is also a doctor, and he and my mother were classmates. They got married when they were graduate students, and that's how I was born. My father was someone I deeply admired. Sadly, fate intervened. When I was just starting elementary school, he fell dozens of meters off a cliff while working in the field to collect an extremely rare herb, making a complete sacrifice for his scientific endeavors… Although my father is gone, I've always felt he's still with me, especially his passion for his work and his love for my mother. Growing up, my ideal—to dedicate myself to science like him and to be filial to my mother—has become, though not my ideal. Actually, I've also been somewhat influenced by my mother in this regard, because she often talks about my father, praising him in this and that, and telling me to study hard and become a successful man like him. I think besides educating and encouraging me, it's also her way of remembering my father. In recent years, my mother has been even more so, asking me all sorts of questions whenever she has free time, and using my father as a benchmark for "criticism," even about my appearance. She says I'm becoming more and more like my father, and the neighbors and my mother's colleagues agree. But my classmates say I look like Dao Ming Si from "Meteor Garden," which I don't disagree with. My mom cares about me a lot, though outsiders might not notice, because of her work. She's often away from home for work, and my meals, except for breakfast, are mostly irregular. I'm used to it and understand, since my comfortable life is all thanks to her. Because of this, I seem particularly independent and free among my peers. Saturday, another boring weekend. I ate two bowls of instant noodles, but my mom still hadn't come home. Luckily, a phone call challenging me to a Counter-Strike game brought me relief. In the sweltering summer internet cafe, the smell of sweat and cigarette smoke filled everyone's nostrils. In front of the computer screen, I dodged and weaved, leaping and bounding, avoiding danger and eliminating enemies one by one. But even heroes are only human. After several hours of frantic activity, my eyes blurred, my hands stiffened, and I had to honorably quit the battle. My friends, however, were still engrossed in their game, and I felt awkward going home first. So, I wandered aimlessly online, chatting here and there. Suddenly, a chat room called "Mother and Son's Passion" caught my eye. How could I, in the throes of puberty, resist the pull of curiosity? I glanced around; everyone was busy with their own things. With a mix of excitement and nervousness, I entered the chat room. But as soon as I stepped in, I was shocked. A barrage of disgusting yet thrilling words flashed across the screen: "Good son, come fuck your mom!" "Mommy wants your big cock!" "Mommy feels so good!"... I froze for a moment. My first instinct after regaining my composure was to quit immediately. I let out a long sigh, but my mind was still racing. "What's wrong?" my friend suddenly asked, clearly having noticed something. It startled me. "N-nothing... just a little tired," I quickly stretched. "Why aren't you playing?" my friend asked again. "I'm not playing anymore, my eyes are blurry." "Damn, what kind of CS number one is he? Looks like you should give up that position to me. Damn it, who stabbed me in the back...
Damn it..." My friend went back into the fray, and my heart finally settled down. I continued browsing online, but those provocative words kept swirling in my mind, no matter how hard I tried to shake them off. Finally, I couldn't resist and went back into that chat room. To be able to speak, I even registered a name called "Good Kid CS." Since I was still a newbie and had just joined, I didn't speak immediately, but waited and see. There were about a hundred people in the chat room, half of them were women, and only about twenty or thirty were speaking publicly. But that was enough for lewd and provocative words to roll across the screen. After a while, I mustered up the courage to send three words, "Hello everyone," but three minutes passed and no one responded. So, I decided to take the initiative. Of course, this required a lot of courage, but courage alone is not enough without luck. I proactively greeted about a dozen girls with particularly attractive and suggestive names, but they all ignored me. The two most polite ones only replied with "I'm busy." My earlier excitement had subsided considerably. I was about to leave, but I couldn't bear to. Even if I couldn't participate, watching from the sidelines was still quite exciting, at least it was novel. Suddenly, a girl named "Paternity Test" greeted me, and my blood immediately boiled again. "Are you busy?" she asked bluntly. "Not busy," I replied immediately. "Want to have sex with me online?" It seemed I was having a lucky day online, running into such a generous girl. "Of course, I'm very good at it." Although I was still a novice, I couldn't let her know. "Then you have to answer my questions honestly, and you can't ask me questions. I'll tell you what I can tell you, okay?" "Of course." Although I felt this girl's request was a bit unreasonable, I agreed in order to understand their inner thoughts more deeply. Actually, I just thought it would be fun. "Okay, let's settle this privately." Settle privately? What does that mean? This stumped me, but I was too embarrassed to ask her. Wouldn't that ruin my image? Just as I was considering whether to ask a friend, a prompt box suddenly popped up on the screen, saying "Paternity Test" hopes to establish a private chat channel with you. Oh! So it's a private chat. No wonder there are so many people here, but so few people are speaking. Fortunately, my ignorance wasn't discovered, and I immediately chose to agree. "How old are you?" "Paternity Test" immediately asked like it was a census. "17." Although I'm only 16, being too honest isn't good. "Okay, about the same age as my son. Where are you from?" This question startled me. I wondered if today was a stroke of good luck or a disaster. But since I was here, I figured I'd see. "Yinhai," I answered honestly. "What a coincidence, me too! Are you still studying?" "Yes." "Do you have a girlfriend?" "No." As soon as the words left my mouth, I regretted it. Wasn't this telling everyone I was a virgin?
"Very good. Do you love your mother?" "Of course I do," I answered without hesitation. But then I realized, something wasn't right. The love she referred to might not be the same as my love. But I ignored her and let her interpret it. "Good, what a good boy! I like him the most. Let's begin." The exciting moment was finally approaching. "Wait, I still want to ask you a few questions." I couldn't just let myself be bossed around like this. Risking the end of the conversation, I couldn't help but ask. She immediately stopped. I wondered if she had left. "Alright then, I'll answer what I can, and I hope you won't force yourself to answer what I can't." It seemed she had considered it for a while. "Are you pretty?" This question was obviously redundant. How pretty could an old woman be? But for the sake of my fantasy, I still had to deceive myself. "Do you know Rosamund Kwan? I'm no less beautiful than her." What a boastful tone! If that were really the case, why would you even be here?
I thought to myself, but I still had to flatter her. "Wow, that's great! Are you tall?" "Over 1.6 meters." "Okay, let's begin." Although I said that, I didn't know how to start. "Call me Mom." She said it so calmly. "Mom." Although it was just two simple words, my hands trembled a little, and my heart was pounding like a war drum. "Good son, are you hungry?" Her question was so strange. "No." I answered without thinking. "Hehe, I wanted to breastfeed you, but since you're not hungry, then forget it." How could I be so stupid, not understanding? "Hungry, I'm hungry..." I quickly replied. "Then what should you say?" This woman has so many tricks. "I'm hungry, I want to drink milk." I said. "That's it?" "Oh." "You seem to have forgotten the most important thing." I thought for a moment, but I really couldn't think of anything else to say. "It's Mom, you haven't called me Mom yet." "Paternity test!" I replied impatiently. Oh, right, we were playing out incestuous mother-son acts. That's what they like. I suddenly understood the mystery. "Mommy, I'm hungry, I want milk." I replied immediately. "Good boy, come to Mommy's arms, Mommy will feed you." "Paternity Test" was really nonchalant. "Wait, are your breasts big?" I suddenly didn't know what to say because I couldn't imagine what her breasts looked like. "Big, and no smaller than your butt. Can't you imagine it yourself?" "I can't imagine what you look like." I also said frankly. "You can't imagine what I look like, you've never seen me. You can imagine your mother." "Paternity Test"
seemed impatient. I hesitated for a moment, then firmly replied, "This, I can't do." That's because I deeply love my mother. She is my goddess, not a slut. "Paternity Test" was silent on the other end, as if she was thinking about something too? Perhaps she didn't want to talk to me anymore. Just when I didn't know what to do, "Paternity Test" spoke again: "Child, I understand your thoughts. I think you should go back. Because you love your mother. I've been in this chat room for half a year and chatted with countless people, but I've never seen anyone like you. I mean, you're different from them. You love your mother and don't want to desecrate her, while they're just doing it for excitement. Think about it yourself. This may be fun, but it's not suitable for you." "Paternity Test's" words were like a sharp sword piercing my heart. Indeed, I should think it through. Not everything fun is worth playing, especially these forbidden games. "Then I'm leaving." Finally, I made up my mind. It was better to leave. "Good, child, it's good that you understand Auntie's words. If there's anything Auntie can help you with in the future, just come here to find me. If we're destined to meet again, we'll meet again, okay?" "Paternity Test's" words were so heartwarming, as if they really were my mother. "Goodbye Auntie." "Goodbye child." Although it ended like this, my heart was still unsettled. When I got home, Mom was already back, but seeing her tired face and still wearing her uniform, I could tell she had just arrived as well. "Where did you go?" Mom asked weakly. "I went to Ahua's house; it's his sister's birthday today," I made up a random excuse, just so Mom wouldn't know I'd gone to the internet cafe. I sat down next to Mom, casually watching TV, but I felt uneasy, like I'd done something wrong. Suddenly, Mom took off her hair clip, shook her head, and her dark hair gently brushed against my face, releasing a faint, pleasant fragrance. I couldn't help but think of what had just happened. "Have you been drinking?" Mom suddenly asked. "No." "No? If you didn't drink, why is your face so red?" Only then did I realize I'd been betrayed, so I quickly went along with it, saying, "I had two drinks." "You drank, and you still won't admit it? Look at your face, it's as red as a monkey's bottom. If you can't drink, don't drink so much. Be careful next time." With that, Mom went back to her room, and I quickly followed. Back in my room, I breathed a sigh of relief; my heart, which had been pounding, finally calmed down. Strange! What's wrong with me? I didn't do anything! What am I afraid of? I tried hard to find the answer, but the more I thought about it, the more confused and depressed I became. Finally, I fell into a deep sleep. The next day, when I woke up it was almost noon, but Mom had already prepared lunch. It looked like she'd even tidied the house. After lunch, I was about to go back to my room to study when Mom said, "Come on, let's go swimming." This startled me, and I looked at Mom in confusion. Mom looked at me and said, "Didn't they just build a swimming pool in the neighborhood? I haven't been yet, and I haven't swum in years." "Isn't it supposed to open in the afternoon?" I asked Mom regretfully. "I saw the notice when I went grocery shopping today. From now on, it'll be open for two hours at noon on weekends too, because it gets too crowded in the afternoon." Mom said as she went back to her room, and I went back to change. The blazing sun was shining brightly in the sky; this weather was unbearable. Luckily, the neighborhood swimming pool was indoors, or I would have been skinned alive. Mom's calculations were spot on; the pool, the size of two basketball courts, only had about ten people. If we came in the afternoon, we'd bump into three or five people every ten meters. Now it's much more comfortable. After buying tickets, Mom rented a life ring. Doesn't she know how to swim? Why does she need one?
Mom and I went to the shallow end, and when she took off her coat, I was shocked. I'd never seen Mom's swimsuit before! It was a two-piece dark blue swimsuit, and what's even stranger is that there was a picture of F4 on the front of the swimsuit—that's so tasteless! My mother seemed to notice my uncomfortable frown and asked, "What's wrong? Don't you like it?"
I shook my head, not giving a clear answer. Mom continued, "This was specially bought for me by Aunt Zhang's sister when she was buying goods." You get what you pay for; maybe it's something she couldn't sell and was using as a favor. The swimsuit was clearly a bit small, but it seemed to have good elasticity. It fit Mom perfectly, hugging her body and showcasing her sexy curves. Combined with the picture of F4, Mom looked ten years younger. No one would believe she was the mother of a high school student; even I started to doubt myself… Once in the water, I swam a couple of laps, but Mom just kept turning around in the shallows. I swam over to her. "Mom, why aren't you swimming?" "I'm swimming, aren't I?" Mom said matter-of-factly. "Is this what you call swimming? Mom, I remember you used to be really good at it!" "That was before. I can't anymore. Mom's getting old." There seemed to be a hint of melancholy in her voice, which made my heart ache. I didn't want that. Suddenly, an idea struck me. I said, "Mom, how about this? I'll swim in front, and you follow behind. If you really can't keep going, I'll give you the lifebuoy." Mom shook her head and said, "No, no, I'm more comfortable this way." "Mom, if you can swim two laps, I'll do the laundry today." I thought this would finally persuade Mom, but she just glanced at me and said, "The laundry's already been done." "Then I'll do the dishes today." "That's too easy on you," Mom said dismissively. I thought for a moment, and it seemed like I had nothing else to offer Mom, so I went for it and said, "Then what do you want me to do?" Mom's lips curled up and she said, "If I do it, you have to promise me one thing." "What is it?" It seemed I had fallen into Mom's trap again. I really regretted being so impulsive. "Final exams are coming up soon. I need you to promise me that your average score has to be above 90, otherwise you'll have to do all the housework during the summer vacation." It seems I've really fallen into a trap, and a really insidious one at that. But I'm not afraid. My average score in last week's mock exam was already 93. Luckily, I didn't brag to my mom, or I would have been at a huge disadvantage this time. I pretended to think about it for a moment, then nodded, and so my game with my mom began. I sat on the life ring, leisurely paddling in the water, while my mom followed slowly behind with her not-so-perfect breaststroke. Every time my mom got close, I would paddle a few times, making her stare wide-eyed. Just as I was laughing and joking, a beautiful sight stunned me: my mom's cleavage, a snow-white and alluring cleavage, rising and falling in the rippling water, sometimes visible, sometimes hidden. I stared at it unconsciously, and my mind involuntarily drifted to the chat room from last night. I tried my best to avoid eye contact, but my peripheral vision couldn't help but wander to my mother's chest, as if yearning for something yet afraid to face it. Just as I was feeling uneasy, the lifebuoy lost its balance and tipped over, and I fell into the water. Suddenly, two smooth arms hugged me tightly from behind, and a pair of soft things pressed against my waist. I instinctively struggled to the surface, looked around, but didn't see my mother. Then, a silvery laugh came from behind me. I turned around and saw my mother, her face beaming with an innocent and lovely smile, though it shouldn't be on a mother's face... Instantly, I understood what had just happened. Those soft things were my mother's proud breasts. The moment was so brief, but the impact on me was so strong. What was happening? "Looks like you're going to be doing the housework unless you produce good grades," my mother said with a laugh. This trap was too obvious. Normally, I would have protested, but now I didn't say anything. It wasn't because I was convinced, but because my mind was in turmoil. I didn't know what to say. "Stop spacing out. Don't try to make excuses, no way." With that, Mom swam back to the shallow end. I didn't follow, but kept glancing at her from a distance. I was terrified that if I were near her, she would discover something. Mom ignored me, playing by herself. She looked so happy, like a carefree young girl. I'd never seen this side of her before. Was I just too ignorant of her?
That afternoon, I hid in my room, unable to study. My mind was a jumbled mess, filled with thoughts of last night's chat and Mom. I needed to talk to someone to calm down. So, I went back to the chat room from last night. Surprisingly, there were so many people there even during the day. But after two hours, the "paternity test" result still didn't appear. The same thing happened that night. The next day in class, I couldn't concentrate at all. Suddenly, class felt incredibly long. Finally, school was over, and my friends dragged me to play CS, but I made several excuses to refuse. I rushed home, and as expected, Mom wasn't back yet. It would be even better if she was working overtime tonight. I immediately turned on my computer and skillfully entered the chat room, but unfortunately, I still didn't see "paternity test." I was a little disappointed, but I wouldn't give up; I could wait… Suddenly, the phone rang. It was Mom calling. She said she had a work event tonight and wouldn't be home until later. This news was undoubtedly a shot in the arm for me. I immediately made myself a bowl of instant noodles and waited in front of the computer like a hunter waiting for its prey. Time passed second by second, and finally, as dusk was about to end, the "paternity test" I had been waiting for appeared. I couldn't contain my excitement and was about to send her a message, but then I thought, wouldn't that be too abrupt? Maybe she didn't even remember me. Just as I was hesitating, she sent me a message instead: "Oh, what's up?"
"I had nothing to do, so I came over." I was clearly expecting something from them, but I couldn't admit it. "Nothing to do? Then study! Missing me, huh?" The bluntness of "Paternity Test" was almost unbearable. "No, I just have something I want to tell you." I still couldn't face my ugly thoughts. "What is it? Go ahead." How could I possibly say it? Last time I had so confidently said I respected my mother, but today I wanted to spiritually desecrate her. Wasn't that hypocritical? While I hesitated, "Paternity Test" somehow always seemed to understand what I was thinking and accurately sent a message: "Do you want to continue what you didn't succeed at last time?" Although it wasn't necessary, I still felt my face burning. "Yes," I answered resolutely. "Can you give me a reason?" This stumped me. Did I even need a reason? I thought about it for a while, but I couldn't find a reason that could convince myself and her, so I replied, "I'm sorry, I have no reason." "That's okay, at least you're honest, unlike others who use a lot of sweet talk, none of which is true. Let's settle this privately." Thank goodness I didn't say those reasons that even elementary school students would doubt, otherwise my glorious image would have been ruined. Soon, it was just the two of us in a small chat room. I was so excited, but also so confused. I didn't know how to start. I suppressed my enthusiasm and tried to make everything seem calm and natural. "Baby, come here, let Mommy hug you." "Paternity test" launched the first attack. "Mommy, I want to nurse." This time I wouldn't make the same silly mistake as last time. "Come on, suckle Mommy's nipple, is Mommy's milk delicious?" "Yes, Mommy's milk is so fragrant and sweet." Such a boring conversation, even I wanted to laugh when I saw it. I wondered if we were not having online sex, but playing house like children. "Don't just eat, quickly rub Mommy's breasts, that will make Mommy feel better." "Mommy, I'm rubbing, your breasts are so big, so white, so soft." "Do you like them?" "Yes." It's so simple, I thought it would be difficult. "Are you having any reaction down there?" She suddenly sent a strange message. "What reaction?" "A man's reaction." Oh, that's what it is, but I don't feel anything. "No." "Are you a virgin?" "Yes." A few days ago I would definitely say no, but now I think there's no need, and "paternity test" doesn't like it either. "Then you should at least have some imagination, right?" "I don't know." "Okay, from now on, imagine me as your mother, and you're doing it with your mother, okay?" Actually, I want to do it too, I'm also conflicted, the thought of doing it with my mother makes me feel a little uncomfortable, but I really want to know what it feels like. "Can't you do it?" Before I could reply, "paternity test" said impatiently, I think she's probably burning with desire and can't wait. "Shall I give it a try?" I still wasn't very confident. "Who am I?" "Paternity Test" said. "Mom." "Do you like Mom?" "Yes." "Is Mom pretty?" "Yes." "Do you want Mom?" "Yes." "Child, come and take off Mom's clothes." "Okay." Following "Paternity Test's" guidance, I slowly got into the mood. "Mom is holding you now, hoping you will kiss me." "Mom, I'm kissing you, my hands are tightly gripping your big butt, so soft." "Child, you're so naughty down there, so hard pressing against Mom." Suddenly I felt a small tent indeed forming in my crotch, and boiling blood surged through my body. "Child, shall Mom help you take care of it?" "Paternity Test" spoke again. "Okay." "Child, Mom is kneeling in front of you now, sucking your penis with her mouth, oh, your penis is so big, so hard. (Focus on your fantasies)" "Paternity Test" really thought of everything. "Thank you, Mom, your mouth is so warm, so wonderful, so comfortable." I let my fantasies run wild, one hand involuntarily stroking my excited genitals. "Child, can you carry Mom to the bed?" "Okay, I'll carry you now." "Good child, Mom is wet down there." "Let me touch it, it's really wet." I slowly got into the mood, many words came out like instinctive reactions, without thinking. I also felt strange, where did I get this experience? "Child, Mom wants it so much, hurry up and enter Mom's body." The words "paternity test" burned like fire, making me unable to extricate myself. "Mom, I'm coming, I open your legs, I aim at your flesh hole, I'm going in." "Oh..., so comfortable, child, Mom's jade legs are tightly wrapped around your waist, move."
"Okay, Mom, I moved, you're so warm and comfortable inside, so much water is flowing out." "Yes, oh... child, you've hit Mom's G-spot." Ah, is it really that exaggerated? Never mind, pleasure is the most important thing. "Mom, I've grabbed your big breasts again and I'm kneading them." "Yes, harder, Mom likes it when you do that, ah..." I felt like I had entered another world, a world without any burdens, a world of desire and forbidden pleasure. "Child, you're so amazing, Mom has already orgasmed." "Paternity Test" suddenly said. "Mom, I'm going to cum too." "Okay, cum inside Mom." I frantically masturbated, fantasizing about my mother's body. Soon I finished my first online sex session, and a strange pleasure made me feel more comfortable than ever before. "Did you just masturbate?" "Paternity Test" said. "Yes, what about you?" I asked curiously. "Me too, I didn't expect you to be so experienced." "No, this is my first time." "Oh, really? You're quite quick to understand." "Maybe." "How are you feeling now?" "Comfortable, how about you?" "Me too, to be honest, this is the most comfortable I've ever felt here."
"Can we still chat in the future?" "Of course, this is my QQ, *123456*, we can chat on QQ from now on, it's more convenient. I have something to do, I have to go now, goodbye, child." "Goodbye, Mom." After adding "paternity test" on QQ, I quickly cleaned up the "battlefield" and even sprayed some air freshener in the room. Mom hadn't come back yet, so I tried to review my lessons, but I couldn't concentrate on my books. Thinking back to what had just happened, I felt a little uneasy. I felt sorry for Mom; how could I take it out on her? But why was I so crazy just now? As I thought about it, this contradiction remained unbalanced in my heart. It was late at night when my mother came home. Normally I would have chatted with her for a bit, but tonight I just said hello and went back to my room. I didn't dare spend too much time with her; I was afraid something awkward would happen. [Last edited by 弑舞九流]

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