I fell in love with my mother

That summer
, my parents finally ended their eighteen-year marriage and went down the path of divorce.

Actually, my parents' divorce was not unexpected. My father was five years older than my mother and was busy with work all day. Since they got married, they had been arguing and bickering
for many years. In addition, my mother had a beautiful face, and although they were both nearly forty, they still had many suitors. Later, when they heard that my mother
was getting close to a contractor, my father finally decided to file for divorce from my mother in a fit of anger.

In fact, the mother's affair can be forgiven. Ultimately, the father still bears the greatest responsibility for the mother's affair. In the father's eyes, the school is home and
his career is his real wife.

After my parents divorced, my father strictly forbade me from contacting my mother. For a year, my mother seemed to have disappeared from the world, until
one afternoon, I unexpectedly received a phone call from her.

Following the address my mother gave me, I found a luxurious and beautiful white detached villa in the west of the city. As I hesitated at the door, my mother
came out of the villa to greet me with a beaming smile.

Although my mother and I hadn't seen each other for a year, I almost didn't recognize her when I saw her again. She was wearing a white sleeveless dress; the
light, short cut accentuated her slender figure. Combined with her fashionable makeup, she didn't look like the mother of an eighteen-year-old at all, but rather like a
young woman in her early thirties.

The woman before me was indeed my mother, but how could a woman divorced only a year ago afford such a luxurious villa? Besides, her
wildly stylish and glamorous attire was something I had never seen before. Could a year really bring such a dramatic change?

My mother hugged me tightly, kissed my forehead, and was so moved that she almost shed tears. Her love for me was beyond question.

She led me into the luxurious villa and showed me around the whole house. From the second-floor balcony, I could see a lush
little garden across the way; the scenery was absolutely beautiful.

But despite having so many questions, I couldn't bring myself to ask my mother, whom I hadn't seen in so long.

My mother seemed to sense my many questions, and after some earnest inquiry, she took the initiative to tell me everything that had happened in the past year.

It turned out that before the divorce, my mother had already been having an affair with that contractor. After the divorce, the only person my mother could rely on was this
man. But he was a married man, and unwilling to break up his original family, he settled my mother in this luxurious villa. My mother had no choice
but to reluctantly become his mistress.

Although she lived in a luxurious villa and lacked nothing in terms of food and clothing, the contractor only treated her as a plaything to pass the time. He would only
come to see her occasionally once every week or two. Her mother was like a concubine living in a palace, who could only hope for the king's favor day and night.

After listening to my mother's account, a feeling of reluctance suddenly arose in my heart. After all, she was my mother. Although she had a comfortable material life, her spiritual life was very
empty. As her son, I was helpless to help her in this situation.

"Mom... are you happy?"

The mother hesitated for a moment before reluctantly replying, "It's alright."

"Mom, don't worry, I'll come to visit you often."

Hearing my words, my mother happily hugged my neck and leaned on my shoulder, bursting into tears. At that moment, my mother
was as helpless as a young woman who had experienced many hardships, and I was undoubtedly the only piece of driftwood she could grab onto in the vast ocean.

I said goodbye to my mother with reluctance. Before I left, she handed me the key to the villa and told me that the door of the house was always open for me. She
also gave me a considerable amount of pocket money.

Back home, my mind was filled with images of my mother. The reunion with her today was a huge shock to me. First, my mother was almost a completely different person,
so young and beautiful that I almost didn't recognize her. Then, she had transformed into a wealthy man's mistress, something I never dared to
imagine before, but it had all become a reality.

Suddenly, I felt a deep longing for the simple, kind image of my mother from the past. She always wore simple dresses,
rarely anything fancy. This reminded me of something: after her divorce, she didn't take a single piece of clothing with her. Thinking about it now, it seems my mother…

They have the determination and courage to break with their past selves.

For the next few weeks, I would sneak off to meet my mother on nights when my father worked overtime. My mother would always prepare a hot meal for
me to have dinner with. It felt like I was back in my warm and happy home. My mother's care for me was even greater than before. She would even
prepare a hot bath for me after dinner. My mother's affectionate actions seemed to be making up for the emptiness of the past year.

Unfortunately, to avoid arousing my father's suspicion, I was never allowed to stay overnight, and my mother could only watch me leave. For a month,
my mother and I had to cruelly separate again after a brief nightly reunion, which was incredibly painful.

The opportunity finally arrived. My father had to go to South Korea to learn about their night school experience in order to improve the school's teaching. When I heard this news, I was so excited that I almost
wanted to scream, because for a month, I could be with my mother day and night, never apart from her.

As soon as my father boarded the plane, I rushed into my mother's arms. When my mother heard about this, she was just as happy as I was. That evening, to celebrate that my
mother and I would be together for a month, we held a small celebration for ourselves in the yard.

The mother took a bottle of whiskey from the cupboard and came out. "Come on, let's get drunk tonight!"

"Mom...when did you start drinking? I don't remember you drinking."

The mother said somewhat awkwardly, "Silly child, people change, especially for a divorced woman. Her life has already taken a different turn
."

As my mother spoke, she poured wine, her face showing confusion and helplessness. I felt very reluctant to see her like that, so I picked up the glass and drank the wine.

"Mom! I respect you! No matter what the future holds, I will always be your son and I will always support you."

My mother was moved to tears again, tears sliding from the corners of her eyes onto her flushed cheeks after drinking. She looked so charming and touching. No wonder so many men had fallen
at her feet in the past. As her son, although I spent every day with my mother, I had never noticed that she was such a charming woman.

"Mom...you're so beautiful..."

Although my mother was slightly tipsy, she was a little embarrassed by my sudden compliment. "I'm old now, what's with all this talk about beauty? You're just being
glib!"

"No, no, no, I'm telling the truth. Mom is getting younger and more beautiful. When I saw you for the first time that day, I almost didn't recognize
you."

The mother tossed her long, flowing hair, looking charming and alluring. Combined with her swaying figure after drinking, she possessed an indescribable beauty.

Perhaps it was the alcohol, or perhaps I was truly seized by an impulse, but I suddenly had inappropriate thoughts about my mother. My heart was pounding, and my hands were sweating profusely
…

"I really want to... I really want to... hug my mom... Can I?"

My mother smiled slightly and stepped forward to embrace me tightly. At that moment, the strong smell of alcohol mixed with her rich perfume created an irresistible
aroma. I wrapped my arms around her slender waist, and she pressed her breasts tightly against my face. The soft, warm feel of her breasts
instantly captivated me. Through her thin blouse, I kissed her breasts passionately…

Perhaps we were both intoxicated. My mother not only didn't refuse my inappropriate actions, but she seemed to revel in them. With her eyes closed, she slowly swayed her
body, enjoying the waves of tingling pleasure emanating from her chest...

I don't know how much time had passed, but when I opened my eyes again, I was lying on a large crystal bed. Looking out the window, I realized it was almost noon
. Because of a hangover, I wasn't sure if what happened last night was real, or just my imagination.

"You're awake! You were really drunk, and you threw up all over me."

"Mom...last night...we...?"

"We're all drunk!"

I don't know if my mother was trying to evade the question or if nothing really happened, but I'm certain that I spent my first night with her, and that
there's still a month to go!

In the afternoon, my mother went out to buy things, leaving me alone in the empty house. Bored, I wandered around the house, looking here and there
, trying to understand how my mother had spent this long year alone in this big house.

Entering my mother's room, besides a luxurious large round bed, I was greeted by a room full of wardrobes. Casually opening one, I found
it overflowing with a dazzling array of designer clothes of all kinds, their styles so trendy, bold, flamboyant, and vibrant—all unlike anything I had ever seen before. No wonder my mother
hadn't taken a single piece of clothing with her after the divorce; to her, these were the only clothes that mattered, while her old clothes were merely scraps of cloth to cover her body.

When I opened the drawer where my mother kept her underwear, the clothes inside immediately caught my eye, and I was slightly startled!

"Oh my god...this is...Mom's...underwear...panties..."

Four large drawers, each three feet square, were filled with all kinds of underwear; almost any style and color available on the market
could be found in the mother's drawers.

I picked up a few pieces and examined them. I discovered that my mother's underwear ranged from those as thin as cicada wings to those completely transparent, those covered in lace, those so small
they couldn't cover anything, those with openings at the genitals, and those so obscene they were unsightly. My mother's drawer was practically a small lingerie museum,
filled with all sorts of erotic lingerie that would make anyone blush.

I know some women have a hobby of collecting underwear, but if it's all obscene underwear, then it's a man's hobby, not a woman's.

Suddenly I understood. My mother, in order to please men, didn't hesitate to wear these obscene and lewd lingerie every day to attract their attention. As a result
, she had unknowingly amassed a whole closet full of lingerie!

Finding my mother's underwear sparked my curiosity even more, and I kept searching in my mother's room, trying to uncover more secrets.

Sure enough, I quickly found a leather suitcase on my mother's bedside table. The heavy suitcase exuded a mysterious aura. It took me a lot of
effort to unlock the suitcase, but what fell out of it shocked me even more than my mother's underwear—a dazzling array of sex toys!

Dildos, all kinds of electric massagers, lubricants, anal beads, vibrating eggs, and even whips, handcuffs, and leather
items for sadomasochism... there are too many to count.

Indecent underwear, lewd sex toys... I sat alone on my mother's soft bed, imagining everything that had happened on this bed...

I was confused. What kind of woman was my mother? What kind of life did she lead this past year...? All of this could only
remain in my imagination.

Ever since I discovered my mother's secret, my mind has been filled with fantasies about her molestation.

At the dinner table, my mother noticed something was wrong with my expression and couldn't help but ask what was the reason.

"Zhanpeng, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

"No...it's nothing...I'm fine."

"Still lying? Your face clearly says 'I'm suspicious,' can't Mom see that?"

I tried to change the subject, but my mother kept pressing me, so I had no choice but to talk to her about it. "Mom, how have you been doing over the past year? Have you been
lonely?"

"Loneliness is inevitable, but what can I do? It's all my bad luck."

"So, when you're lonely... how do you pass the time?"

"Why are you asking such a strange question? Mom doesn't want to answer. I just want to tell you that the past is the past, and now that you're back by my side,
I won't be lonely anymore."

"But Mom, I'm just your son. You're still young. Don't you need a man to keep you company?"

"There isn't a single good man in the world, but right now, you're the only one every mother in the entire world trusts!"

"But what about that man? He'll still come looking for you, and isn't everything Mom has now thanks to that man?"

"I'll leave here eventually. When that happens, would you like to stay with Mom?"

"No matter where Mom goes, I will always be by your side."

I finally understood my mother's intentions. In fact, she had long wanted to leave this prison-like place, but she had no one to rely on and no courage. Now, because of my appearance, she seemed to have a different plan. If that day ever comes, I would also like to live a secluded life
with my mother in a remote mountain village .

At night, I tossed and turned, unable to sleep. Every time I closed my eyes, the image of my mother, dressed in indecent underwear, being violated by a man with sex toys flashed before my eyes. Despite my efforts, I could still...

I am unable to sleep.

I got up to use the bathroom. The laundry basket in the bathroom still contained my mother's clothes, which she had just changed out of after showering. Suddenly, a thought struck me. I casually rummaged through the basket and
inadvertently discovered my mother's underwear, which she had just washed that evening, lying quietly inside. A surge of desire welled up within me, and I could no longer control my lust. I instinctively
stuffed my mother's underwear into my pocket.

Back in my room, I carefully unfolded my mother's panties, which were curled up in a ball. The bright red panties were trimmed with beautiful lace,
and the transparent fabric was embroidered with blooming roses. As I examined them, I noticed a layer of white discharge, emitting a strong, pungent odor
mixed with the smell of urine. It was like a natural aphrodisiac; just a few sniffs were enough to send me into a frenzy.

"This...this is the taste of mom's cooking...?"

As I masturbated with my penis, I smelled my mother's panties and couldn't help but lick the secretions on them. The slightly sour taste traveled from the tip of my tongue to my forehead,
an indescribable strange taste, yet also indescribably magical. My overflowing semen couldn't help but spurt out...

Although it wasn't the first time I'd masturbated with a woman's underwear, it was the first time I'd done it with my mother's. While the excitement lingered long after ejaculation
, it also filled me with shame. I felt I had defiled her body, and mentally, I had raped her
a thousand times over.

"What's wrong? Didn't you sleep well last night? You have dark circles under your eyes."

"It's hot, isn't it..."

"How about we go shopping at the department store with Mom today?"

My mother, dressed in youthful attire, held my hand tightly as we walked down the bustling street, attracting quite a bit of attention. She browsed the shops, picking out fashionable clothes;
thankfully, she's always maintained a good figure, so she looked good in everything.

Passing by the women's underwear section, I unintentionally saw a set of sexy and very beautiful lingerie. Although it paled in comparison to the lingerie in my mother's wardrobe,
it was still a very sexy style for the average woman.

I don't know where the impulse came from, but when my mother wasn't looking, I secretly bought that set of underwear. Perhaps... I've really become obsessed with my mother
's underwear. I really want to see my mother wearing it in person.

Back home, the mother tried on the new clothes she had just bought, one by one. Suddenly, she noticed an extra set of women's underwear in the bag, along with
a note that read: "To my beautiful mother, I hope you are beautiful inside and out!"

I waited anxiously in the living room, unsure how my mother would react to seeing the sexy lingerie, but soon after, she
came out wearing a tight-fitting skirt.

"Zhanpeng, look at the dress Mom bought, isn't it pretty?"

"Mom has a great figure; she looks good in everything!"

"When did you become so sweet-talking? No wonder Mom dotes on you."

My mother suddenly turned around and asked me to zip up her zipper. As I reached for it, I was startled to discover that the bra she was wearing was the very
one I had given her. It turned out she was already wearing it, meaning she had happily accepted my gift!

"Thank you for the gift. It fits Mom perfectly and she looks great!"

"mom……"

"I will wear it often, after all, it's a gift from my precious son."

"If Mom likes it, I'll buy you some more..."

The mother blushed and said thoughtfully, "No need, I have plenty of underwear. It's enough that you meant well."

"I was thinking, Mom would look so beautiful in it... It's just a shame... I can't see it."

The mother blushed even more and said shyly, "If you keep talking nonsense, I'll get angry." After saying that, she locked herself in her room and refused to come out for a long time. It was hard to
tell whether she was really angry or shy, but it was clear that the mother was very happy. I never thought that a piece of underwear could win my mother's heart.

Back in my room, I was about to turn off the light and go to sleep when my mother suddenly walked in. What caught my eye was that she was wearing a pink
, sheer silk nightgown, so transparent that it was practically revealing everything. Underneath the nightgown was the sexy lingerie I had given her.

"Zhanpeng...go to sleep early...Mom is here to say goodnight to you."

In truth, my mother's actions were undoubtedly driven by ulterior motives; she was merely looking for an excuse to achieve her goal. However, the fact that she was willing to use this method to display her
body to me demonstrates that her love for me was undeniable.

"Mom... just as I said... it looks so good on you! Absolutely gorgeous!"

My mother even deliberately turned around in front of me. Because of the design of her underwear, there was only a small thin line at the back. I could only see the line disappearing from her waist into
the crevice of her round buttocks, and then connecting to the small piece of cloth covering her slightly protruding vulva. It was truly wonderful.

My mother gently came forward to cover me with the blanket. As she bent over, I could clearly see her deep cleavage and her snow-white breasts exposed outside her bra.
I wished I were still a child, able to suckle at my mother's nipple without restraint...

"You've seen everything you wanted to see, are you satisfied now? Can you go to sleep now?"

"Mom, you're so good to me. You didn't have to do that, I was just joking with you."

"We, mother and son, are one, and there should be no secrets between us. Besides, a mother's body is no different from that of other women, so there's nothing to
hide."

I said mischievously, "Then I want to show my body to Mom too!" After saying that, I pretended to take off my pants, and my mother laughed and told me to stop.

"I don't even want to look at your body anymore."

"Mom, you're wrong. I'm all grown up now, I'm an adult."

"Aren't all men's bodies the same...?"

In the midst of their playful banter, my mother's hand accidentally touched my penis. As luck would have it, my little brother was already
hard from just seeing my mother's sexy appearance. My mother naturally sensed it when she touched it, her face flushed with embarrassment, and she turned and left without looking back…

As usual, my mother went to the market early in the morning to buy groceries. While she was out, I sneaked into her room. I only intended to steal a few pairs of her underwear for
masturbation, but I unexpectedly discovered an electric dildo on the headboard of her bed.

Perhaps the playful antics last night had stirred up feelings of loneliness in her mother, prompting her to take out the dildo again to comfort herself.

I sniffed the dildo and could faintly detect a fishy smell. Looking at the laundry basket in the bathroom, sure enough, my mother's
underwear from last night was crumpled up on top, still slightly damp—clearly from her vaginal fluids during masturbation…

I had thought my arrival would fill the emptiness in my mother's heart, but judging from these signs, she is still just a woman, and she desperately needs a man
's comfort. But what can I, as her son, provide for her?

Suddenly, an evil thought flashed through my mind: incest, a thought I didn't want to think about but kept appearing in my mind. My mother and I love each other
, that's an undeniable fact, but does love justify defying morality? I was caught in an internal battle.

In the evening, while watching TV, I deliberately moved closer to my mother and rested my head on her shoulder, acting like a child being affectionate
.

"You're such a grown-up, why are you still acting like a child to your mother? Aren't you ashamed?"

"Didn't you say I'd always be your little darling? Why can't I act cute?"

"I just can't do anything with you."

I intentionally or unintentionally rubbed my body against my mother's ample breasts, and even rubbed my thighs against her snow-white thighs exposed outside her pajamas. At first, my mother was just focused
on watching TV and thought my nonsense was just me fooling around, but gradually, she also felt that something was wrong. "Zhanpeng, stop fooling around, or Mom will get angry
."

I deliberately pressed my erect penis close to my mother's thigh and rubbed it incessantly. My mother naturally sensed it, but she pretended to be nonchalant and
continued watching TV. However, I could tell from her rapid breathing that my mother was not completely oblivious to my body.

At night, I sneaked to my mother's bedroom door, just to see if she was aroused by my advances.

Through the crack in the door, I could only vaguely see my mother sleeping on her side with her back to the door. But listening closely, I heard a "whirring" sound of a motor turning. I knew
it was the sound of an electric vibrator. Undoubtedly, my mother was using a dildo to masturbate. But because her back was to the door, I could only
imagine her enjoying the pleasure of masturbation through the intermittent moans coming from her mouth…

My mother was masturbating with a dildo in her room, while I, standing outside the door listening to her moans, also pulled out a real penis and masturbated...

The next day, my mother received a phone call. I overheard it and learned that it was from her "man." The man seemed to want to come home, but my mother,
to avoid me running into him, arranged to meet him outside.

Not long after, my mother changed into a brightly colored outfit and went out. I secretly followed her and saw her looking around as she entered a hotel. I didn't need
to guess what would happen next.

I returned home dejectedly, watching helplessly as my mother was used as a sex object by another man, who could ravage her whenever he wanted. As her son
, I was powerless to do anything about it. The pain in my heart was indescribable.

My mother came home, forcing a smile on her face. I could no longer hold back my grief and anger, and I rushed forward to hug her tightly and wept bitterly… My mother also knew
what had happened. And so, my mother and I cried together, clinging to each other tightly for a long time, unable to separate.

Finally, the mother spoke up, "Zhanpeng, tonight...would you like to sleep with me? I'm so lonely..."

I nodded vigorously; this was exactly what I wanted.

"You go to bed first, Mom is going to take a shower."

I lay on my mother's big bed, waiting for her to arrive. Although it was only for one night, my heart was still full of anticipation.

Finally, my mother came out of the bathroom, still wearing the lingerie I had given her, but her nightgown had been changed to a pale yellow velvet floral print,
which was both sexy and cute.

My mother was sitting in front of the dressing table combing her long hair. I couldn't resist taking the comb from her. "Mom, let me do it."

I gently combed my mother's slightly damp long hair and gave her a massage. My mother enjoyed it all with a comfortable expression. I suggested that she
come to the bed to make the massage easier, and she immediately got into bed without saying a word.

And so, I traced my fingers from my mother's delicate neck down to her toes, my hands roaming over her skin through her barely-there nightgown. Not only did my mother feel comfortable, but
I also gradually became aroused...

"Okay, Mom feels much better. Thank you. It's time for you to sleep."

Although I tried to fall asleep, my mother was lying next to me in a thin nightgown. Through the moonlight outside the window, I could clearly see her
exquisite figure, especially the sexy little panties I had given her. From behind, she looked almost naked.
How could I possibly fall asleep in this situation?

"Can't you sleep?" My mother sat up and looked at me.

"Yes! Mom can't sleep either?" We looked at each other and smiled knowingly.

"Since neither of us can sleep, how about we play a game?"

"Okay, what game do you want to play?"

"This is called 'being honest,' which means asking each other questions, but you have to answer the questions honestly, or you'll be punished by heaven," I told
my mother with great seriousness.

"Is it that serious? Then I'm not playing anymore."

"No, didn't you say that there are no secrets between us, mother and son?"

"Okay, then let me ask you first, who is the person you love most in the world?"

"Mom," I said without hesitation.

Upon hearing this, my mother grabbed my hand and said, "Okay, let's play! You can't lie to me, okay?"

"Can I ask any question?"

The mother nodded.

"Let me ask first, does Mom need a man right now?"

"How... how am I supposed to answer this first question?"

You must tell the truth!

After thinking about it for a long time, the mother finally nodded.

"Tell me something I don't know," the mother asked.

"I...I secretly took your underwear when Mom wasn't around...and masturbated..."

Upon hearing this, the mother's face showed surprise, but she calmly asked, "Why did you do that?"

"Because I love my mother, but she started wearing those lewd underwear for that man. Every time I pass by the bathroom and see
the underwear my mother has just taken off, I can't help but feel a surge of desire. Is it fair that my mother is only willing to wear these underwear for that man, but not for her son?"

"Isn't Mom wearing the underwear you gave her?"

"No, no, no, I meant these!" I opened my mother's drawer full of underwear and casually tossed a few pieces in front of her.

I hadn't expected things to get so awkward, but my mother quickly changed the subject, "It's your turn to ask a question!"

I took the suitcase full of sex toys from my mother's bedside table and said, "Tell me where these things came from."

The mother stared blankly for a long time, remaining silent until finally letting out a long sigh. "Now that you know, I don't need to hide it from you anymore. Yes,
all these things were tools that perverted man used to torment me. At first, I felt pain too, so I kept them in the closet. But, until you
came back to me, I started using them again."

"Then why?"

"Don't you understand? It's all because Mom loves you too. I know it's dirty to have those kinds of thoughts, but I just can't control myself. My darling Zhanpeng has grown up and
is a grown man now, and I need a man too."

The mother picked up one of the dildos, turned it on, and it began to twist and spin, emitting piercing sounds. "Every time I fantasize
that this cold rod is my beloved Zhanpeng, but I am, after all, your mother. What can I do to my own son? I can only
comfort my empty body every night with this lifeless thing..."

"To be honest, my mother has always been the object of my sexual fantasies. Every time I masturbate with your underwear, I'm always fantasizing about my mother..."

After that frank confession, there were no more secrets between my son and me, but now we faced an even bigger problem: "ethical relationships".

"Mom... as long as we keep it a secret... so what if we're mother and son?"

"No, no... Sigh... I still can't do it... How can I be with my own flesh and blood... Please don't force Mom, okay? Let me think about it."

"Mom, I'll wait for you. I'll wait for you my whole life." After saying that, I got up and went back to my room to sleep.

The next morning, I woke up to find that my mother had already left. I went to the kitchen and found a sumptuous breakfast, a letter, and a small cardboard box on the table.

Curious, I opened the box and was shocked to find a pair of worn women's underwear inside. Upon closer inspection, I realized that this was the same pair my mother had worn last night
.

I picked up the letter my mother had written, my hands trembling, and read it aloud, word by word: "My dearest child, I couldn't sleep a wink last night, and I'm sure you were suffering too. Since
we've already made the most honest confession, there's no need to hide anymore. But it's still a huge blow to me. I hope you can give me some
time to consider your suggestion. From now on, I'm willing to do anything for you, provided we don't have sexual relations. This is
the biggest concession I can make as a mother. If you agree to my suggestion, please come to the chapel to see me. Also: keep this pair of underwear with you; consider it
a keepsake."

After reading my mother's letter, I could hardly believe what I was seeing. Although my mother still held a cautious attitude towards the mother-son relationship and was unwilling to give up easily,
I knew that it was only a matter of time.

I rushed to the small church, which was located on a quiet little platform on the mountainside. Usually, apart from the pastor, few people came here. I anxiously searched for my mother's
figure and finally found her in the pavilion behind the church.

When my mother saw me, she knew that I had read the letter and agreed to the conditions she had proposed, but she still blushed with embarrassment and silently lowered her head.

"Mom...I've read the letter...Is everything you said true?"

The mother nodded slowly.

"Then please let Mom be my lover!"

My mother was taken aback by this sudden and strange request. She seemed not to quite understand what I meant. "Hmm... what kind of strange idea is this?"

"I just want my mom to be my girlfriend..."

My mother couldn't help but laugh. She had been worried about an awkward situation, but my actions made things much more pleasant, and we became warm and friendly again.

She probably thought I was being silly, but thankfully she readily agreed. "Whether it's a lover or a girlfriend, as long as you're happy, Mom will do whatever you want. But let's make
a deal first: before I give my consent, you're not allowed to do anything inappropriate to Mom, understand?"

"I'll listen to Mom. But I also want to make it clear that if we're going to be lovers, we should act like lovers. Do you agree with that?"

"I just can't do anything with you, I'll do whatever you say!"

So, before this cross, in the presence of God, let us, the newlyweds, share a kiss that seals our love!

"Here... what if someone sees us..."

"Why did you back out of my first request? There's only the pastor here, and besides, who would know we're mother and son? Even if someone saw us, we'd have to be very careful."

Tell him frankly and openly that we are a loving couple.

My mother couldn't persuade me otherwise, and slowly closed her eyes...

Looking at my mother's slightly parted, rosy lips, highlighting her white, even teeth, and her sensual tongue that seemed to beckon me,
I felt a surge of nervous trembling after her tacit consent. I slowly leaned closer to her face; the rich scent of her perfume wafted over me, instantly captivating me
…

Finally, after eighteen years of waiting, I finally fulfilled my long-cherished wish. The moment our lips met, everything was self-evident… My mother parted her lips slightly and
gently placed the tip of her tongue into my mouth, then, like a leech, it slithered through my mouth… Having never kissed before, I froze there as if electrocuted, letting
my mother do as she pleased.

The feeling of kissing is so wonderful, the excitement is enough to make you ejaculate...

I mustered my courage and sucked my mother's tongue into my mouth, sucking, licking, entwining, and swallowing it... My mother seemed to feel an unprecedented pleasure,
her body convulsing. But the source of this pleasure might not be my tongue, but the violation by her own son!

After a passionate kiss, my mother's whole body heated up, her face flushed, and she gasped for me to stop, but her body said otherwise.

Taking advantage of my mother's moment of passion and confusion, my right hand had already slipped inside her skirt without me even realizing it, caressing her private parts through the thin thong
...

"Oh... Zhanpeng... my darling... don't... this isn't right..."

"We agreed that anything is fine except for sex... Mom can't go back on her word..."

"This... um... um..."

Knowing that I wouldn't easily give up no matter what I said, my mother had no choice but to let me ravage her genitals. At this moment, her panties were
a mess from the overflowing lust, and even her inner thighs were soaked. It was unbelievable that my once dignified and virtuous mother possessed such deep and intense desires
…

"Mom...Mom...my love...I'm so sad...my lower body...it's so swollen...it feels like it's about to burst...please...please...help me...help
me..."

My desire, after a deep kiss and caresses from my mother, was no less intense than hers. But as I had said beforehand, I couldn't bring myself to do it to her for the time being
, and could only ask her to find other ways to relieve it.

My mother pressed her thighs tightly against my penis, rubbing them up and down through my trousers. In less than a minute, I couldn't hold back any longer and
ejaculated inside my pants…

(At this point, Guizhi turned her head and kissed Zhanpeng's glans, saying with a grin, "So bad!")

"I...I ejaculated...in my pants..."

My mother looked at me with a half-smile and told me that young people are all like that. She reached into her pockets, found nothing to wipe me down there, and then, on a sudden inspiration,
bent down and took off her own panties, handing them to me. "They're all wet anyway, just use them as a handkerchief."

My mother's actions surprised and delighted me. I couldn't bear to use it as a handkerchief, because to me it was like a priceless treasure: upon seeing
the underwear soaked in my mother's love juice, a sacred piece of cloth absorbing the essence of my mother's genitals, I asked my mother to keep it for me as a souvenir. Seeing my ecstatic expression, my mother
had no choice but to agree.

"Honestly, I just gave you one this morning, and now you want more. My whole closet of underwear will be gone someday."

"These underwear are different; they smell like mom!"

An idea I came up with to avoid embarrassment, but to my surprise, my mother readily accepted it. Also, to comply with my mother's condition that "we cannot have a relationship," the
only way to directly connect with my mother was through a romantic relationship.

My mother is not a promiscuous woman. Although she has changed a lot in the past year, she still maintains a certain level
of integrity regarding her body and even her chastity. To make such a sacrifice for me, I think she must have gone through a considerable internal struggle. Therefore, I vow to make sure her sacrifice
has a corresponding price.

To be a true "lover," one must act like one. Although my mother is nearly forty, her natural beauty, combined with careful dressing,
makes her look like a young woman in her early thirties. When we go shopping with her, we are often mistaken for siblings, which gives us even more
confidence in pretending to be lovers.

My mother dragged me to the street and bought me several sets of matching outfits. It seemed she was even more enthusiastic about dressing up as a lover than I was. Wearing them, you could really tell at first glance if you didn't look closely.

People would think we were a couple, and my mother could now openly stroll down the street with my arm around her, without caring about what others thought. We even dared
to kiss and hug passionately in the street.

"Honey, thank you so much. These past few days, I've felt like I've returned to my teenage years. Even back then, I've never felt this way. Honestly
, this is the first time I've ever experienced love."

"Mom, me too, thank you for everything you've done for me."

The street was bustling with people. My mother held my arm tightly, resting her head on my shoulder. The scent of her perfume wafted over me again. I savored
everything before me, enjoying the feeling of being in love that my mother was giving me.

"Let's go pick out a few more clothes."

"You've already bought so much, are you still going to buy more?"

My mother gave me a knowing smile, pulled down the collar of her blouse to show me her beautiful bra that accentuated her firm breasts, and said, "I meant this... and
... this time you can choose, how about it?"

"Mom, you are so... amazing!"

"Look at you, I don't know why you men are so fond of underwear?"

"Mom, you're a woman, you wouldn't understand!"

My mother took me to a sex shop we frequented. The entire shop was filled with a dazzling array of sexy lingerie. I looked at each piece, imagining what
my mother would look like wearing it…

Before I knew it, I had picked out seven or eight sets, each one extremely sexy, even extremely obscene and revealing. But my mother paid for them without even looking at them.
Clearly, she didn't care about the style of the underwear, but rather about my feelings. On her face, I seemed to see "As long as you like it, that's fine."

As soon as we got home, I urged my mother to change into the sexy lingerie I had just bought. Looking at the seven or eight sets of lingerie, my mother, though she already
owned similar styles, felt a little shy. Those were for other men, while these were for her son, or rather, her lover.

"Wear this outfit today!" I picked up a sexy black panty made entirely of sheer silk and a bra with delicate embroidery for my mother
. Although she was a little embarrassed, she put it on.

"Wait...Mom...I have a favor to ask. I hope you'll let me put it on for you myself."

"This... Mom will be embarrassed..."

"We are mother and child, and now we are lovers. Is there anything to be ashamed of?"

My mother couldn't resist my pleas, so she slowly took off her clothes...until she was completely naked. She covered her breasts and genitals slightly with her hands, but her devilish figure
still made me swallow hard.

"Mom...you have such a great figure...anyone would be smitten...including me, her son."

I first helped my mother put on her bra. While I was putting it on, I took the opportunity to fondle her plump and soft breasts and found that her nipples were excitedly
engorged and hard.

"Mom, please put your hand down, let me put your underwear on for you."

My mother hesitated before lowering her hand that had been covering her genitals. I could clearly see her thick, curly pubic hair scattered messily across her private area.
The contrast between her snow-white skin and the glossy black pubic hair was striking. Even her slightly parted labia were now faintly visible.

I was captivated by the beautiful scenery before me. My mother felt even more ashamed when she saw me staring at my genitals without making a move. Her face turned red to the roots of her ears.

"If you don't wear it, Mom won't wear it anymore!"

"I'm sorry... I was stunned, Mom's... is just too beautiful..."

"He always says inappropriate things."

I helped my mother put on her underwear. A beautiful woman in sexy lingerie—they complemented each other perfectly. I couldn't resist hugging her and, ignoring her protests, giving her a
passionate kiss…

We kissed our way from the living room to my mother's bed, where we rolled around on the big bed. The underwear I had just put on my mother was now pulled down to her knees, and
I used my middle finger instead of my penis to thrust in and out of my mother's wet and hot vagina...

My mother spread her legs, allowing me to freely manipulate her labia, while our mouths remained constantly closed.

"Mom... I've always hoped... that Mom could use her mouth... even if it's just as a substitute..."

My mother knew all too well the agony of my unfulfilled lust. She had never even considered giving me oral sex, but she didn't hesitate for long. She gently pulled
out my throbbing penis and softly took it into her cherry-like mouth…

My thick penis almost filled my mother's mouth, and she rhythmically swallowed and released it like a piston, her tongue constantly licking the glans...

"Mom...it feels so good...so amazing...I'm going to cum...I'll cum in your mouth..."

A thick, white liquid shot into my mother's mouth. She didn't seem to mind, swallowing the semen whole. I, on the other hand, felt a little embarrassed. "Letting Mom
eat my...it's really..."

"The flesh on your body is from me, and the semen you ejaculate is from me. It's like drinking your own saliva; it's nothing."

"Really? How about I taste Mom's love juice sometime...?"

My mother was at her wits' end with my quirky and mischievous nature, so she could only pretend she hadn't heard and brush it off.

In just one short week, my mother became almost a different person. Perhaps the passion of that week rekindled her long-dormant feelings and desires. I, as a son, attempted to replace the man who was my mother; perhaps that was arrogant, but it was undoubtedly a major test
for both of us .

Over the past few days, from my initiative to my mother's enthusiastic response, it's not hard to see that she is indeed somewhat tempted. Moreover, the so-called
premise of "not having a relationship" is simply a huge excuse. My mother genuinely wants me, but she just can't let go of her identity as a "mother".

I was awakened from my sleep by a deep, passionate kiss. Opening my sleepy eyes, I saw my mother's kind, smiling face. This was
how she had been waking me up for the past few days.

"Little one, did you sleep well last night?"

The mother brought breakfast into the room and sat on the edge of the bed.

"Let's have a European-style breakfast in bed today, son and I."

I don't know where my mother got the idea from, but I was very happy that my simple-minded mother had finally learned to enjoy life.

Suddenly, a new idea struck me. I immediately crawled out of bed. "Mom, since you're in such a good mood today, how about something more special?"

"You little rascal, what mischievous idea have you come up with to play on your mother now?"

"This is called 'human cutlery,' where both parties use their own bodies as cutlery to feed each other. As for which part of the body to use? That's
up to your imagination."

To demonstrate, I first put a big mouthful of juice in my mouth, using my mouth as a cup, and then fed the juice to my mother. This
game of indirect contact made my mother feel very novel, but also a little shy, because she knew that I would definitely come up with many lewd ways to force her to comply.

"It's your turn."

My mother took off her top and bra, revealing two full, round breasts, which she then smeared with strawberry jam. Just seeing my mother's breasts
made me want to suckle them hard, let alone with the delicious jam on them! I couldn't help but praise myself for my brilliant idea.

My tongue, like a greedy leech, clung tightly to my mother's breast, licking the jam, fragrant with the scent of milk, following the perfect curve of her breast...

"Mmm...mmm..." The mother let out a comfortable moan, enjoying the waves of tingling pleasure coming from her chest.

I gently took my mother's erect nipple into my mouth, biting it lightly with my teeth, teasing it with my tongue, squeezing it with my lips, and sucking it with my mouth...

A series of playful actions aroused the mother, who murmured, "Mmm...like a baby...sucking on Mommy's breasts..."

After licking my mother's nipples, it was my turn. I skewered toast onto my erect penis and smeared jam all over the glans. The amusing sight made my mother
laugh.

"This is called a sausage sandwich, it's delicious!" Without hesitation, my mother put the toast and my penis into her mouth together, chewing the
bread while licking the jam off the glans. The friction almost made me ejaculate.

"Your turn, Mom. Now, please take off your pants!"

"You wouldn't be thinking of...?"

"Don't worry, I'll keep my promise. I just want to borrow Mom's pants to play today's game."

My mother looked puzzled, but she still took off her skirt and underwear. Naked, she lay on the bed like a lamb to the slaughter. I told her to first clench her legs,
then I poured the cold juice into the hollow of her genitals. Using my mother's genitals as a cup—I was so clever!

The icy juice made my mother shiver, and I, like a puppy drinking water, knelt down between her legs, licking the juice from the hollows between her thighs...

"Sizzle... sizzle... sizzle..." My tongue kept tracing across my mother's vulva, and cold liquid kept seeping from between her tightly closed legs into her labia...
Finally, my mother couldn't help but open her legs, and the juice soaked the sheets, but I still didn't give up, licking the residue stuck to my mother's labia...

"Oh...no...don't do this..."

But my mother didn't stop me. On the contrary, she spread her legs wider and wider. I boldly used my fingers to pry open my mother's labia and licked her swollen pubic
flesh.

"Sweetie...is the juice...tasty...?"

"This is absolutely delicious... I want more..."

My tongue roamed between the folds of flesh, and I sealed my mother's entire vulva with my mouth, sucking the remaining fluid inside her vagina. A liquid with the sour smell of fruit juice, the pungent smell of urine
, and a few strands of my mother's pubic hair was swallowed into my throat, and I truly tasted what was called "the taste of motherhood."

"Mom... eat with me too..." I turned my body around, and my mother was lying on the bed. I was upside down on top of her, and
we performed oral sex on each other in a 69 position until we both ejaculated.

For almost half a month, I played sex games with my mother without any actual sex. At the crucial moment, she would always use masturbation or oral sex to make me ejaculate. But gradually
, this kind of game became tiresome and disappointing. Then, another wicked scheme arose in my mind…

"Mom, you have so many interesting toys. How do you want to play with them? Can you show me?"

Upon hearing this, the mother appeared somewhat displeased. "These are the instruments of torture that man used to torment me; they're not fun at all."

"You're wrong. The object itself is innocent; it depends on who uses it.
It's the same principle as sex: it can cause a woman excruciating pain, or it can give her ecstasy."

My mother knew I was quick-witted, and although she was still somewhat reluctant, she eventually agreed to demonstrate how to masturbate with an electric dildo in front of me after my persistent pleading .

A delicately crafted black plastic dildo, much thicker than a regular dildo. When the mother turned on the switch, the dildo began
to spin with a "squeak," and when held in her palm, she could feel waves of tingling sensation.

Asking a mother to masturbate with a dildo in front of her son is more embarrassing than running naked, since masturbation is a private personal act, and now it has become
a performance, which took a lot of courage from the mother.

I leaned against the headboard, while my mother nestled against me with her back to me. I slipped my hands inside her shirt and unhooked her bra through it.
To arouse her, I caressed her breasts and stimulated her nipples.

After a period of caressing, the mother gradually became aroused. She closed her eyes, her breathing becoming somewhat rapid. Then, she slowly spread her legs and
pressed the dildo against her vulva through her underwear.

Stimulated by the vibrations of the dildo, my mother's panties began to wet, and stains gradually spread across them. I knew that my mother's love juices were overflowing, so I
bit her ear and urged her to hurry up.

Instead of taking off her underwear as expected, the mother pulled it aside, revealing her reddened labia. After adjusting its position, she slowly
inserted the dildo into her vagina...

"Mom...are you feeling well...?"

The mother nodded, looking quite pleased.

"Am I right? The same things can still bring great pleasure."

The mother slowly moved a few times, and her vaginal fluids overflowed during the thrusting, wetting the sheets.

Since a dildo is different from a real penis, the vibration from the motor alone is enough to drive a woman crazy. But to see something even more stimulating, I
took out a string of beads of varying sizes from my mother's toy box. "Mom, how do you play with this?"

I asked the question even though I already knew the answer. My mother blushed and told me not to touch it, but I insisted on asking. My mother finally said, "That's... for... for stuffing into your anus..."

"Let me see too! Okay, Mom?"

As the dildo continued to vibrate inside her mother's vagina, waves of tingling sensations aroused her.
Even the beads she had always despised became something she wanted to try.

She turned over, lay face down on the bed, and stuck out her round buttocks; of course, the dildo was still inserted. I first licked my mother's anus to lubricate it, and
then inserted the first bead into her anus…

"Mmm...mmm..." A look of pain flashed across the mother's face, but it was quickly replaced by an expression of excitement. Beads of varying sizes
were inserted one by one into her anus, then slowly pulled out, then inserted again, then pulled out again...

This happened dozens of times. Under the dual stimulation of her vagina and anus, the mother experienced a novel sensation she had never felt before. Those
sex toys that she used to despise now seemed so lovely!

"Let me serve Mom!" I took the dildo from my mother's hand, turned the motor to its maximum speed, and thrust it in and out forcefully.

"Ah...ah...ah...ahhh...please have mercy on me...I can't take it anymore...I'm going to lose it..."

My mother's juices gushed from her vagina like a burst dam. I quickly pulled out the dildo and, like a black bear licking nectar from a tree hollow... At that moment, my mother
lay motionless on the bed as if in a trance. I knew she was lost in an endless climax...

Actually, I had ulterior motives for constantly coming up with strange ideas to play sexual games with my mother. My mother wasn't a promiscuous woman; as
I once said, in some ways, she could even be considered a conservative Chinese woman. Her current situation was entirely due to two men: my father
and her lover.

From the moment my mother reappeared in my life, I had already silently vowed to use my body to liberate her soul. In the nearly one month
of intimate contact with her, I remained true to my promise, engaging only in sexual games, unable to truly make love. But what tormented me even more was knowing that my mother also needed a man
, yet watching helplessly as she suppressed her overwhelming desire because of blood ties and societal norms.

Playing sexual games with my mother may relieve our urges to some extent, but the ultimate goal is to completely break down her defenses.

One day, I ran into Alan, my first love from high school, on the street. Alan was a lively girl, but because she loved to have fun, she made many
bad friends and often flirted with men, which was the reason I broke up with her.

I chatted with her for a while and learned that she worked as a hostess in a hotel. Suddenly, an idea popped into my head.

"Alan, please do me a favor, for the sake of our past relationship."

"Speak!"

"Have sex with me! Just once is enough."

Although sex was commonplace for Alan, and my first time was with her, she was still taken aback when her old flame asked to have sex as soon as they met, and she was unsure
whether to agree or not.

"Don't worry, I won't let you do this for nothing. I'll give you a red envelope after I've finished."

"I didn't realize you needed it so much."

"I have my reasons, and I hope you won't press me for more."

"Alright, for the sake of the money, I'll agree."

I arranged for Alan to come to my house tomorrow to run some errands, and told her I would let my mother know beforehand to make things easier. But in fact, I had other plans, because
I already knew my mother's daily routine, and the time I chose was precisely the moment my mother returned home from outside! Because I wanted my mother to witness this scene with her own eyes.

Alan arrived as promised and was filled with envy upon seeing the beautiful villa and spacious rooms. "I never imagined your house was so beautiful," she exclaimed.

"This is my mother's house." I handed Alan a large red envelope, and Alan was overjoyed.

I told her that today I wanted a "slut," a thoroughly wanton woman, even if it was acting, but during sex, I demanded that she
moan passionately and sway wildly...

"I never expected that Zhanpeng, who seems like a well-behaved guy, would like this flavor! No problem, I'm a slut after all!"

So we skipped even foreplay and started having sex as soon as we got into bed.

Alan has served countless clients, and to deal with all sorts of customers, she has long since mastered various techniques. Her acting skills are as superb as her sexual prowess; her moans are so loud
they could even lift the roof off.

I lay on the bed, with Alan straddling me. In this woman-on-top position, the woman was in complete control. Alan kept wildly swaying her slender waist, her little buttocks
moving up and down, forward and backward, constantly rotating. I only needed to lie there quietly, and the dutiful Alan was already driving me to the brink of
ecstasy!

The door opened, and I knew my mother was walking into the house. Alan was swaying merrily and didn't notice anything.

"Scream...louder! You little slut...the louder you scream, the more excited I get!"

Alan's acting skills are indeed top-notch; her passionate screams and moans are enough to drive any man wild with pleasure.

I kept a close eye on the sounds outside the door. Alan's groans were loud enough for anyone outside to hear, and my mother would certainly hear them too. To find out what was going on, she
would definitely come to the door... Sure enough, my door was slowly pushed open a crack. Who else could be standing outside the door but my mother?

Mom, if you look closely, this wonderful performance was all for you!

"Get down! You slutty little bitch! I'm going to fuck your cunt from behind until you pass out."

"Fuck me! Fuck me hard! I'm so slutty! I'm almost overflowing with juices..." Alan lay on the pillow, her round little buttocks sticking up, her
little cunt, already red and swollen from being fucked, was still incredibly alluring, waiting for my ravaging.

After Alan's vigorous thrusting, I had already ejaculated twice, but for my mother's sake, I had no choice but to go all out. Even though my penis was already a little sore from being sore,
I still grabbed Alan's buttocks and thrust hard. Even Alan, who originally thought it was just a casual fling, was a little surprised by my strength.

"Ahhh... Zhanpeng... he's really grown up... so powerful... fucking me... feels so good..."

And so I continued thrusting for almost ten more minutes, until after my third ejaculation, my penis could no longer stand up. During this time, I kept glancing at
the situation outside the door and discovered that my mother was always watching from outside. Thus, I successfully made my announcement.

"Wow, you're amazing. You're the first man I've ever met who's given me an orgasm in all this time." Alan handed the red envelope back to me, still clinging to me with lingering affection
. "Here's the red envelope back. I hope you'll think of me sometimes. My little pussy will always be open for you."

"Don't worry, one day I'll fuck you so badly you won't even recognize your own parents."

I caressed Alan's not-so-full breasts, while she licked the semen off my penis before reluctantly getting dressed and leaving.

After seeing Alan off, my mother suddenly appeared from the living room, glaring at me with a livid face. "You'd better give me a reasonable explanation. Do you remember
what you solemnly promised me in church that day?"

The mother clenched her fists, her eyes blazing with fury. "You betrayed me! You betrayed your mother! You betrayed your lover!"

"I betrayed you, but did you even ask how I felt?"

"Haven't I done enough for you? As your mother, I also have to be your lover."

"What kind of lover is this! If you had witnessed what just happened, then that would be a lover. She made me ecstatic, she made me happy, but what about you, Mom? Have you
ever made me that happy?"

"I...we agreed...we couldn't..."

"No, that's not how it is. You also said that I had to behave myself before you 'agreed,' and I complied with your request, but you keep delaying in agreeing to
my request. That's not fair."

"Mom has her own reasons."

"I have mine too. Don't you know, Mom, that a man can't live a life with only love and no sex?"

"Mother and child cannot... I have tried my best to satisfy you, and that is my limit..."

"Limit? You just don't want to give up your identity as my mother. Wanting Mom to be my lover means wanting Mom to see me as a real man,
not a son who never grew up."

"Enough! Stop talking!" The mother covered her ears and ran into the room, crying.

Perhaps I went a bit too far with this move, and for a moment I didn't consider that my mother's heart is actually very fragile. I couldn't help but feel a little guilty.

A whole day has passed, and my mother still won't come out of her room. Several times I went to her door to listen to what was happening inside. The room was eerily quiet. I really hoped that my mother wouldn't
do anything foolish, but at this critical moment, I couldn't expose my own trick. I was truly caught in a dilemma.

"Since Mom insists, I think our love game should end here! From now on, I'm still your son, and you're still my mother."
I said my thoughts through the door, hoping to end my mother's cold war with me. Unexpectedly, as soon as I finished speaking, my mother's door opened on its own.

Her eyes were red from crying, and her face was thinner than usual after a long day. Seeing her like that broke my heart. I couldn't help but hug my mother and cry bitterly. "Mom... I'm so sorry, it's all..."

I was being willful... Please forgive me...

My mother gently stroked my head, as if comforting a wounded lamb. "Don't say anymore. Mom has figured it out. Over the years, I haven't been a good mother
to take good care of you, so how can I have the right to act like a mother to you now?"

My mother's words were cryptic, but for a moment, I wasn't quite sure of my deduction.

"Mom will always be Mom, but in the short month of playing the lover game with you, Mom has truly felt
the joy of being a woman, and even the joy of being loved. Thank you for that."

"My mother also made me experience the joy of being a man."

My mother shook her head, looked at me with gentle eyes, and said, "Just as you said, a man can't live a life of love without sex. At first, I thought it was just
a game, but now, it's all become real."

"Mom means... she wants to continue being my lover?"

The mother nodded resolutely, "My one hundred percent love, including my heart and my body..."

I can't believe my mother gave in like that! Was it because I'm smart, or because my mother is too fragile? But none of that matters anymore. What matters is that my
dream is about to come true.

"Your mother's first time isn't something I can just give you casually. Remember the gazebo behind the church? That's where the game started. The game
will end where it began."

"And... what happens after it's over?"

A strange smile appeared on my mother's face, drawing me into endless imagination...

On Monday afternoon, the chapel was eerily quiet, with only the chirping of insects and birds outside, and the gazebo was filled with fallen leaves and withered branches.

This is where my mother and I started our game, but why did we choose to have our first time together here? My mother's thoughts are puzzling.

"Because this place is closer to God!" The mother's words were increasingly incomprehensible to the listener.

"Since my divorce and becoming someone's mistress, although I could live a wealthy life, my heart was extremely barren. One day, I unexpectedly
discovered this deserted little church by the mountain. Although no one came to comfort me, I found solace in God." The mother pointed to the cross on the church roof and said,
"I want you to swear to God that your love for me is not just the love a son has for his mother, but also the love a man has for a woman."

"I swear, if I have lied, may I suffer..."

My mother covered my mouth to stop me from making the solemn oath. "That's enough. Seeing how serious you are, I believe my decision won't be wrong."

We kissed and caressed each other, ignoring the sanctity of the church. This was blasphemy, blasphemy against God and against us, mother and child. My mother was my whole dream,
and at that moment, I had taken God's place in her heart, becoming her sole focus. For us, mother and child, nothing else mattered...

The dirty stone bench in the pavilion became our first warm bed. My mother lay on the stone bench and unbuttoned the front of her dress. I then discovered that my mother
had come prepared. There was nothing under the dress, and her snow-white and delicate body was presented naked in front of me.

"From today onwards, Mom's body belongs to you alone..."

The tender vulva, hidden among thick pubic hair, faintly gleamed. The place where I was born—now I could return again. My mother kept her eyes tightly shut, too
shy to face it all. I knew that delays could lead to complications, and I had to finish quickly.

The erect penis slowly slid into the mother's vagina, and the mother let out a muffled groan as the large glans pressed against her clitoris.

"Mmm... Ohhh..."

We made love in silence. The pastor in the church might come out at any moment, but the more dangerous the environment, the more it stimulated our senses. My mother bit her
shirt, suppressing her surging emotions, while I thrust in and out of that sacred forbidden land that had been imprisoned for thousands of years.

"Hmph...Hmph...Hmph..." Only heavy breathing could be heard in the wilderness. The mother's lustful fluids had overflowed, flowing down her crotch and covering the stone
bench. Large beads of sweat slid down her nose, and her flushed cheeks made her look like a dazzling young girl.

This is my mother, my mother immersed in climax.

My mother swayed wildly, repeatedly thrusting her lower body towards me so that my penis could penetrate deeper into her womb. I grabbed her full breasts and kneaded them like dough, kneading and
kneading them again and again…

"Mom...I want to...shoot inside Mom..."

"You can shoot wherever you want... Mom... is yours now..."

Seventeen years of pent-up desire were poured into my mother's bottomless abyss in just a few seconds. I knew that from this moment on, my life was about to change.

However, fate is unpredictable. Just as the mother was preparing to move out of the villa, the contractor's wife came to the door with her entourage, beat the mother up
, and then stripped her naked and put her on a busy commercial street to humiliate her once again.

Unable to bear the humiliation, my mother committed suicide by poisoning herself that very night. When I rushed to the hospital after hearing the news, she didn't even get to see me one last time before
leaving me forever...

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