Mom is a prostitute

My Mother is a Prostitute

Author: Mengjiangxiong Word Count: 86074 words TXT Package:

This story begins a year ago. Recalling that time always makes my penis throb, and I need my mother to give me oral sex to relieve it. After the lust subsides, my mother and I finish this story together in our passionate embrace, sharing it with netizens who share the same interests.

To keep the story flowing smoothly, let's go back to that sweltering summer a year ago!

My hometown is in a small county town. My mother's name is Su Meilun, and she is 41 years old this year. When she was young, she was a dancer in a military arts troupe. She danced very well and was known as the "Military Flower." Later, she transferred back to her hometown and quickly became the deputy head of the county's drama troupe. My mother is not only very beautiful, but also has a great figure. She pays great attention to maintaining her appearance. She is 165cm tall and weighs 53kg, slender yet voluptuous, with a standard S-shaped figure. She is usually very busy with work and sometimes comes home very late. Even when she is resting at home, she often has to work overtime. Sometimes I wonder how a small theater troupe can have so much work to do; my mother, as the deputy head, must be working so hard. However, for a high school freshman like me, my tasks are simply going to school, coming home, eating well, dressing warmly, and having fun. I don't need to worry about the adults' affairs. Of course, the premise is that my studies must keep up, but I'm not worried about that because my grades have always been good.

My father was an officer in the military arts troupe, and he and my mother were comrades-in-arms and colleagues. They married very early and had me very early as well. My father was very talented and someone I greatly admired. Unfortunately, fate was cruel; when I was just starting elementary school, my father died in the line of duty during a disaster relief operation. My mother was heartbroken and didn't want to stay working in the military arts troupe anymore; she wanted to leave this place of sorrow immediately. The leaders in the military understood my mother's feelings, agreed to her transfer to civilian work, and arranged a job for her in a county theater troupe, also providing a large sum of compensation, enough for our needs as a widow and orphan.

Although my father passed away early, my mother has never planned to remarry over the years. She hasn't even had a boyfriend, dedicating herself entirely to her work and rarely socializing with friends. I know she did all this for me. Therefore, growing up to be like my father and taking good care of my mother has become my biggest dream.

My mother cares about me a lot, though outsiders might not realize it because she's so busy with work. She's often away from home for work, so my meals are usually irregular. I've long been used to this and understand, since my comfortable life is all thanks to my mother. After starting high school, to avoid troubling my mother, I volunteered to live at school. This solved my school and meal problems and saved her the trouble of taking care of me on top of her work. My mother agreed and praised me for growing up and becoming sensible.

On my seventeenth birthday, I finally got my own computer, a Founder brand one at that. Although my mom said it was for me and told me to study hard and not go to internet cafes all the time, I always felt like she bought it for herself. Because I live at school, my mom doesn't allow me to bring the computer to my dorm; I can only play on it when I come home on weekends. My mom says this is to prevent me from becoming addicted to the internet, but I suspect it's a three-pronged strategy: first, to keep me focused on my studies; second, to ensure I come home on time on weekends; and third, because my mom is also an internet addict, and single life is lonely, browsing the internet is a way to relax after a busy work week.

Thursday afternoon, the school gave a last-minute notice that the weekend holiday would be moved to Friday, which is tomorrow.

Because the final exams are in just over a month, the education commission leaders are organizing a meeting for all teachers to review and arrange work. Upon hearing this news, I just wanted to get out of school quickly and run home to try out my new computer; I couldn't wait! The afternoon felt incredibly long. Finally, the school bell rang, and I dashed out of the classroom as fast as I could, hailed a taxi at the school gate, and headed straight for my computer at home.

The taxi stopped at the entrance of my apartment complex. Perhaps because I had run so fast, coupled with the high temperature, my throat was parched. After getting out of the taxi, I ran into the supermarket across the street, bought a bottle of ice-cold mineral water, and gulped it down in front of the air conditioner. Just then, I saw a woman in a white dress walking out of the complex through the window. She had long, flowing hair, wore silver-white high-heeled sandals, and carried a light blue handbag, looking refreshing and charming. "Isn't that Mom? She should be resting at home at this time. Why is she going out?" Although the supermarket was across the street from my apartment complex, I could see clearly that it was Mom. I just didn't understand why she was going out at this time. After thinking for a moment, I quickly realized. "Mom must have something to do at work. She has to go out and work overtime again. Sigh, Mom is so hard-working."

Seeing Mom leaving the complex, her steps were hurried, indicating that she had something urgent to attend to.

"My workplace is so far from home, and it's so hot. Why didn't Mom take a taxi? Even if she wanted to save money, she didn't have to do it this way." I thought to myself as I walked out of the supermarket, watching Mom turn the corner.

When I got home, the first thing I did was play on the computer, of course. Otherwise, why would I have rushed back like that? Although I don't get to use the internet much at home—only one day a week—at my insistence, the computer is still in my room so I can secretly play all night. Actually, I had a plan, hehe. "Huh? The monitor is still hot. Looks like Mom was still playing on the computer before she left. Her internet addiction is no less than mine. Hehe, I caught her red-handed. If Mom restricts my internet time, I'll have something to say." That's what I was thinking.

After playing on my personal computer for a while, the novelty quickly wore off. After all, I'm just a kid; everything only lasts three minutes. I wandered aimlessly online until evening, when it gradually got dark. Mom still hadn't come home. I was just about to make do with instant noodles when my phone suddenly rang. A call challenging me to a CS game jolted me awake. "Xiao Jun, where have you been? I've been looking for you since school ended. Come out, let's go on a killing spree!" The caller was Guo Dong, my classmate. He was the first friend I made in high school, and now we're best buddies, we can talk about anything.

"Okay, I'll be right there after I eat."

"I'd rather skip a meal than miss CS, have some anti-terrorism spirit, okay? Come on over, I'll treat you to instant noodles, see you at the usual place." Guo Dong hung up as soon as he finished speaking.

The usual place Guo Dong mentioned was actually an internet cafe called "Superman." I suggested that the owner change "Superman" to "Shocking Man" (meaning outrageous), because I'd never seen such a run-down internet cafe. The computers were old machines from years ago, the chairs were dirty and worn, like they'd been bought cheaply from a junk market, the internet speed was terribly slow, there was no air conditioning, no manager, no webcam—it was practically a three-no internet cafe. This internet cafe is very close to my house, only a ten-minute walk away. It used to be the only one around, so business was decent. But ever since a large, luxurious internet cafe opened next door last year, it's been practically deserted. Yet Guodong seems to have a particular fondness for it; it seems he has the potential to develop into a masochist.

There were about a dozen people playing online. I spotted Guodong immediately; he was already engrossed in his game before I arrived. "Why are you so late? Hurry up and get on the computer," Guodong said, beckoning me to join his team. I pulled up a chair next to him and said, "I only came because you're going to treat me to instant noodles. Even elites can't fight on an empty stomach." Guodong said, "I have bread and cola here. Just make do with this. I'll definitely treat you to a proper meal another day." I fell for his trick. Bread it is, I was starving anyway, everything tasted delicious. After drinking a large bottle of cola, I joined the battle.

In the sweltering heat of the internet cafe on a summer's day, the smells of sweat and cigarette smoke filled everyone's nostrils. In front of the computer screen, I dodged and weaved, leaping and bounding, facing one imaginary enemy after another, avoiding danger and eliminating one enemy after another. But even heroes are made of flesh and blood. After several hours of frenzied activity, my eyes blurred and my hands stiffened. I had no choice but to gloriously withdraw from the battle.

I checked the time on my phone; it was almost midnight. I'd been so engrossed in the game that I hadn't noticed anything, but now I suddenly felt an urgent need to pee—probably from drinking too much cola. "Excuse me, where's the restroom?" I asked the internet cafe owner, who was leaning against the counter, half-asleep. "Upstairs," he replied. He looked completely listless, like he hadn't slept in ages. No wonder the internet cafe was doing so poorly.

Upstairs were the so-called private rooms. Despite the name, they were just a few small rooms partitioned off with plywood. Each room only had two computers, two office chairs, and a wall fan—not much better than downstairs. Especially in the summer, the rooms were stuffy and hot; nobody wanted to suffer like that, so the lights were off at night. The stairs were high and steep. Dizzy and lightheaded, I slowly climbed, holding onto the handrail. I'm naturally afraid of heights, and I was terrified of falling. The restroom was near the stairwell, its dim light flickering through the crack in the door, making me drowsy. "Having to go through all that trouble just to pee? This lousy place, I'm never coming back," I thought to myself as I urinated, taking a long time.

Just as I finished fastening my belt and was about to head downstairs, a faint sound caught my attention. I looked towards the source of the sound and saw a light coming from the innermost booth, number 5—the light from a computer screen. Then I heard a series of soft moans, like they were coming from cheap speakers. Someone was watching porn in that booth. My curiosity was piqued, and I quietly went over to get a better look. These small booths usually didn't have doors, just a curtain hanging at the entrance. When the wall-mounted fan blew, the lower half of the curtain would be lifted by the wind. I crouched down and peeked into the private room. The computer screen was displaying a full-screen video of a middle-aged woman and a young man having sex, and the moans were coming from there. That wasn't the worst part; what shocked me was the sight of a pair of slightly parted legs on the computer desk. They belonged to a woman wearing black high heels and lace stockings. Her black lace panties were so tight they barely covered anything; I could clearly see her slightly protruding mons pubis and pubic hair. Further up, the curtain blocked my view.

"Who is this woman? What is she doing? Is she masturbating?" I immediately tensed up, a sense of unease creeping through my body, including my penis. I quickly slipped into the opposite private room to avoid being discovered by the woman and to continue spying on her. Then I vaguely saw a man's hand emerge from behind the curtain, reaching inside the woman's panties to stroke her pubic hair. The woman's sexy panties were then pulled down to her knees, exposing her vulva. She threw her panties on the computer desk, spreading her legs wider in response. The light, curly black hair clung to her slightly raised vulva, her labia slightly parted. The man's hand moved again, continuing to stroke her, then his middle finger slowly inserted into her vagina, hooking it and rhythmically thrusting upwards. Vaginal secretions soaked the chair cushion beneath her, lubricating the man's hand. The woman began to moan softly, but not loudly.

The man's hand moved faster and faster, and the woman's moans quickened, but the volume remained low; she dared not speak loudly, afraid of disturbing the people downstairs.

Watching this erotic and stimulating scene unfold before me, as a virgin, I couldn't control my excitement; my body trembled slightly. Suddenly, the man lifted her vulva and held it there, lifting her entire buttocks off the chair. The woman finally couldn't help but let out two loud "Ah... um..." cries, followed by obvious moans.

His hand left, and her vulva rhythmically twitched, more fluid gushing from her vagina. A jet of water shot high from her dilated vulva, soaking her entire lower body, with a few drops splashing onto the computer screen in front of her. She had lost control of her bladder. The woman fell silent, seemingly paralyzed. But it didn't seem to end there. The man's hand, holding an ice pop, inserted it into her vagina. The woman squeezed her legs together, crying out, "Ah... no!" "

This sounds a bit like Mom's voice?" My heart suddenly skipped a beat. The voice did sound like Mom's, but it couldn't be, because the clothes were wrong. I had seen Mom leave the house wearing a white dress, silver sandals, and flesh-colored stockings—completely different from what this woman was wearing. "How could I associate this woman with my mother? I'm so stupid. My mother is the most sacred woman in the world, my goddess. Such suspicion is a desecration of her." I scolded myself, telling myself to stop thinking nonsense and just keep watching.

When I came to my senses, the popsicle had been replaced by a penis. The woman's legs were pressed against her chest, and the penis's in-and-out motion caused her labia to move in and out. The penis twitched, the labia turned out, the penis inserted, the labia were squeezed in, and it made "plop...plop..." sounds... After a few minutes, the penis suddenly stopped, it seemed to have ejaculated, and then it slowly withdrew from the vagina.

"Mom, I came, you go out first, I'll clean up and come back later." This was the first thing they said during the whole process, and the voice sounded very young.

The woman gasped for breath and sat up. "Good boy, your big cock is amazing, it feels so good fucking Mommy."

I overheard their conversation, my mind reeling. "He calls her Mommy, she calls him son... Could it be... could they be mother and son? Yes, that's right, they're committing incest!" My blood boiled, and I trembled even more violently. It was unbelievable. I'd only ever seen incestuous scenes between mother and son in porn, and now it was happening right in front of me. It was insane, so thrilling.

The woman stood up, put on her underwear, took a black mini-skirt from her son, put it on, and went downstairs. I really wanted to see the woman's face, to see if it was as alluring as her body, but I was afraid she'd find out. If I was caught peeping, it wouldn't be a joke.

While I hesitated, the woman had already gone downstairs, and her son had packed his things and followed her out. I heard the footsteps fading away, then gently lifted the curtain and clearly saw a boy hurrying down the stairs. Although I only saw his profile, I was sure he was about my age, around sixteen or seventeen.

"How could he do this with his mother? How did they start? Why don't they do it at home, but come to this internet cafe? Maybe to avoid his father finding out, or maybe to seek thrills."

I was sitting in the private room, lost in thought, when suddenly I heard Guodong shouting from downstairs, "Xiaojun, why aren't you coming down? Did you fall in? I'm coming to save you!" He shouted as he came up from downstairs.

I quickly suppressed my fantasies, trying to act naturally, as if nothing had happened or I had seen anything, and left the private room to walk downstairs. I bumped into Guodong just as I reached the top of the stairs. "Xiao Jun, why did it take you so long to come down? Are you constipated? If you hadn't come out soon, I was going to rush in and rescue you." Guo Dong joked with me, but I couldn't laugh. I was still a little nervous, like I'd done something wrong. I told him, "Oh, my stomach wasn't feeling well, so it took me a while." Seeing my nervous expression, Guo Dong asked mysteriously, "Did you see anyone upstairs just now?"

"Oh no, did he catch me peeping?" I forced a smile, pretending to be calm, and said, "No, I was in the bathroom the whole time, I didn't see anyone." "

Sigh, too bad you missed out. Such a beautiful slut, what a pity."

Guo Dong patted my shoulder, looking sympathetic, clearly trying to pique my interest.

"What slut? Explain yourself." Of course, I knew he was talking about the woman in the private room. I pretended to be interested, just not wanting to arouse his suspicion. Guodong said, "I was playing downstairs just now when I saw a beautiful and sexy auntie come down from upstairs. Unfortunately, she left quickly, and I didn't get to see her for long."

Guodong began describing the woman's figure and appearance to me, especially her sexy and revealing clothing, describing every detail meticulously. From Guodong's lustful eyes and the way he swallowed, I could guess what he was thinking, but he probably didn't know what I was thinking. In that respect, I was much luckier than Guodong to witness that woman and her son's live-action incestuous act. Unfortunately, I didn't get to see her face, which was a real pity. I could only imagine what she looked like through Guodong's description, finding some solace in that.

Guodong and I spent the whole night at the internet cafe, but I was completely out of it, my mind constantly replaying the lewd image of the mother and son.

Around four in the morning, when it was already light, Guodong and I left the internet cafe, both exhausted, and went home to rest. On the way home, I kept thinking, "Where are that mother and son now? What are they doing? Will they go to that internet cafe again?" Lost in thought, I unknowingly arrived at my front door. I took out my key, opened the door, and went inside. Just as I stepped into the living room, a burst of laughter suddenly came from my room. I paused, startled, and listened intently. A moment later, the laughter resumed. Yes, it was my mother's voice. Why wasn't she sleeping in her own room?

Just as I was wondering, my mother's laughter returned, followed by loud moans, mixed with a man's heavy breathing and the creaking of the bed—clearly, they were having sex.

I was at a loss, and a thought immediately popped into my head: "Could it be Mom's boyfriend?

But I've never heard her mention him. Besides, I don't object to her remarrying, so she has no reason to hide it from me. No, this concerns Mom's reputation. I have to find out the truth; I can't jump to conclusions."

I gently pushed the bedroom door, and it wasn't locked. Through the crack, I could clearly see a scene on my bed that was no less erotic than a pornographic film. Mom was lying on the bed, her face a mixture of pain and pleasure, her hands tightly gripping the pillow beside her, her two full breasts swaying rhythmically up and down. The man was kneeling between Mom's legs, desperately twisting his hips, burying his face in Mom's deep cleavage. Mom's two snow-white, rounded legs were crossed and rested on the man's neck, swaying rhythmically from side to side

...

"Oh... ah... son... faster... ah..." Mom moaned softly, her ecstatic appearance like that of a wanton harlot.

Just then, a familiar male voice rang out: "Mom, does my cock feel good inside your cunt?"

Ah! It was him! I finally saw the man's face clearly—wasn't it the boy I'd seen upstairs in the internet cafe, about my age? I was stunned! The so-called incestuous mother and son in the internet cafe's private room were my own mother and this boy I didn't recognize!

Instantly, I felt suffocated. Why? Why did such a vile thing happen in my family? Why was my mother, whom I always revered as a goddess, such a lewd woman? I hated them, I hated the boy who took my mother away. I couldn't help but grab a cleaver from the kitchen, wanting to rush in and kill that beast, but I stopped outside the door. A sliver of reason remained in my furious mind; I knew the consequences of murder.

Just as I was hesitating, I heard my mother moaning, "So good... my good son... in the internet cafe... I didn't get enough... oh... Mommy is making it up to you now... ah... so good... son's... big cock... is fucking... Mommy... so good... so good it's killing Mommy!"

I slowly put down the kitchen knife and moved step by step to the door, quietly watching from outside. My heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of my chest. I didn't know if it was anger or excitement, or maybe both.

At that moment, my hand unconsciously pressed against my penis through my pants, peering into the room. My mother was lying on the bed, her two large, snow-white breasts swaying from side to side and up and down with the movement of the bed; the boy was on top of her, his buttocks thrusting forcefully into her, while my mother lasciviously cooperated with his thrusts, raising and lowering her buttocks, moaning, "Good son, fuck Mommy... oh... son... ah... my big-cocked son... ah... your cock is making Mommy so happy... ah... Mommy's cunt is so good..."

My mother's buttocks were thrusting upwards forcefully, the tender flesh inside her cunt gripping the boy's penis as if afraid of losing it.

"Ah... you bitch Mommy... I'll fuck you to death... oh... you're gripping me so good... ah..."

This was the second time in a few hours that I had witnessed naked sex, and I never imagined that the performers on both occasions were my own mother.

The mother's smooth, silky hands tightly gripped the boy's buttocks, pressing him down forcefully, while her hips twisted upwards repeatedly, allowing the large, thick penis inserted into her cunt to penetrate her itchy vagina more quickly.

The boy seemed to feel the pleasure of his mother's cunt's tender flesh gripping him tightly, so he also gripped his mother's buttocks with both hands and thrust downwards with all his might.

"Ah...good son...ah...harder...oh...harder...yes...so good...

right here...my good son...ah...big cock son...ah...you're fucking me so good

...oh...so happy...ah...I'm going to be fucked to death by my son...oh...ah..."

The boy pressed his face against his mother's full breasts, his mouth constantly lingering on them, kissing, sucking, and biting, sometimes even grabbing her two fat breasts with both hands, squeezing them out of shape.

"Ah...yes...like that...ah...fuck me hard...ah...yes...good son fuck your mother's

cunt to death...ah...fuck your mother's cunt until it's rotten...ah...so good...again...again...ah...my

good son...oh...Mommy loves you so much...ah...you're fucking me so good...ah...it's really so

good...so good..."

This intense shock gripped my mind, after all, that kind of sex scene, for me, The shock was immense. Even though she was my biological mother, I couldn't resist my most primal urges; I got an erection.

Although the physical urge was uncontrollable, I held fast to my reason: "No, she's my mother. I can't have any impure thoughts about her." I forced myself to suppress my throbbing head and raging, hard penis, and hurriedly left. As I left, I gently locked the door, because I didn't want my mother to know I'd been back; otherwise, neither of us would have the face to face each other.

I ran downstairs in one breath, leaning against the gate of the complex, panting heavily, my emotions still reeling. "Why did such a disgraceful thing happen in my family? How could my beloved mother become like this? Was all the reserve and elegance she showed me just an act?" I tried to forget everything I had just witnessed. "What should I do now that this has happened in my family? Should I expose their shameful deeds? Ask my mother for an explanation and then confront that boy? No, that would ruin my mother's reputation, and our family would be completely destroyed.

Okay, let's just pretend nothing happened. What else can I do? There's nothing I can do."

I didn't go far, but lingered near the neighborhood. About an hour later, I saw my mother and the boy emerge from the courtyard and haile a taxi. I saw the boy with his arm around my mother's waist... He kept pinching her butt with one hand, and I really wanted to chop his hand off. My mother, on the other hand, was shamelessly flirting with him, which made me extremely jealous: "Mom has never been so affectionate with me before. This wild boy, why does he deserve to be treated so well by my mom!" Fortunately, there weren't many people on the street early in the morning, and no one noticed my mother and the boy's inappropriate behavior. Otherwise, if we had been seen by acquaintances, our family would have been utterly humiliated.

After watching them walk away, I returned home alone and sat on the sofa in a daze. The lewd image of my mother and that boy having sex wildly resurfaced in my mind, and I couldn't control my legs as I walked towards the place where my mother had just been.

I went into my room and looked at the messy, unmade bed, and a strange impulse and excitement welled up inside me.

"That's Mom's purse. Looks like she forgot it in her haste." The light blue handbag lying on the bedside table caught my attention. It was a Mother's Day gift I had given my mother not long ago. To buy this designer handbag, I had almost spent all my savings from childhood. At first, my mother scolded me for wasting money, but she was ultimately moved by my filial piety and had always cherished this gift.

I picked up the handbag and casually looked through it. This look, however, solved a mystery that had been bothering me. Inside the purse were a pair of black high heels, a full set of black stockings and lingerie, a silver sequined camisole, and a tight mini-skirt. These items could be bought anywhere online, but my mother had never worn them in front of me. It turned out these were her private clothes, specially prepared for our tryst. No wonder I hadn't recognized her in the internet cafe booth.

Unable to resist my lust, I lay on the bed, arranging my mother's bra, panties, and stockings in order beside me, admiring and appreciating them. Those lewd scenes seemed to reappear before my eyes. My penis immediately grew large and hard. I clearly remembered the smells and sounds from that time, and my hand unconsciously began to stroke and rub my penis. A strange feeling arose within me; my mother's beautiful face and alluring body appeared in my mind. When I came to my senses, my engorged penis immediately ejaculated a stream of hot, thick semen. This was the first time in my life that I had mentally defiled my mother.

After ejaculating, my mind went blank, and a strong sense of guilt gradually overwhelmed me. I despised myself for doing such a despicable thing. After cleaning up a bit and restoring the scene to its original state, I hurriedly left home and returned to school. I needed some time to calm down. I didn't want to go home again until I could accept this fact, because I couldn't face my mother.

Time passed day by day, and another weekend arrived in the blink of an eye. My mother noticed that I hadn't come home, so she called to ask. I made up an excuse to brush it off, but this wasn't a long-term solution. My sexual desire for my mother grew stronger every day, and my guilt was also stronger than before. Every time I fantasized about having sex with my mother and masturbated, I was followed by remorse and self-blame. I felt like I was about to collapse.

It was another hot night. I tossed and turned on my bed in the dormitory, my mind filled with images of my mother's naked body. This couldn't go on. I needed to find a way to release my pent-up emotions. Taking advantage of the administrator's inattention, I secretly ran out of the dormitory building, hailed a taxi, and went straight to the Superman Internet Cafe near my home. Because I've been a frequent customer of this internet cafe lately, I've become quite familiar with the owner. He's been very welcoming, immediately seating me in booth number 5 upstairs, which has practically become my private spot.

Booth number 5 is where my mother used to have sex. Tonight, I'm back here, inhaling the scent of the chair cushion, soaked with my mother's vaginal fluids, like an addict. Then, with trembling hands, I turn on the computer and play a pornographic film of mother and son incest. I get incredibly excited during these scenes, masturbating excessively until I ejaculate violently. After ejaculating, I feel completely drained, like a wilted eggplant. But I don't want to go back to school, so I just wander aimlessly online, chatting here and there.

While I was feeling utterly bored, I saw a webpage icon on my desktop called "Local Chat Room." I'd been so busy watching porn that I'd never noticed it before. Right now, I'm looking for a stranger in the same city to chat with, to pour out my troubles.

Clicking in, I found quite a few chat rooms, such as "Casual Chatting Fun," "Inside and Outside the Walled City," and "Friendship Sky," but none of them piqued my interest. Suddenly, a room called "Incest House" caught my eye. How could I, in my restless state, resist the pull of curiosity?

So, with a mix of excitement and nervousness, I entered the room. But once inside, I was quite shocked. A barrage of explicit and mind-blowing words flashed on the screen: "Good son, come fuck Mommy!" "Mommy wants your little brother!" "Ah, Mommy, you're so horny!" "Sister, let Daddy fuck your pussy!" "Bad daddy, you're bullying me!"...

I froze. These words were so familiar. My mother and that boy had had similar conversations, even more obscene ones. Suddenly, a sharp pain pierced my heart: "Mommy, my mommy has been taken away. She has a new baby and no longer loves me, her own son." My first instinct upon regaining my senses was to immediately exit.

I let out a long sigh, but my heart remained unsettled.

I went downstairs to buy a bottle of water and came back to continue browsing online. But those stimulating words from earlier kept swirling in my mind, refusing to leave. Finally, I couldn't resist re-entering that "Incestuous Home." To be able to speak, I even registered an ID called "Good Kid."

There were many people in the room, which alleviated some of my loneliness. Since I was still a newbie and a newcomer, I didn't speak immediately but observed the situation.

There were about a hundred people in the room, half women and half men, and only a dozen or so were publicly speaking, but that was enough for lewd and stimulating words to scroll across the screen.

After a while, I mustered my courage and sent 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 isn't enough without luck. I proactively greeted several girls with particularly alluring and suggestive names, but they all ignored me. The most polite one only replied, "I'm busy." My

previously boiling blood had calmed down considerably. I originally intended to leave, but I couldn't bear to. Even if I couldn't participate, watching from the sidelines was quite exciting, at least it was a way to quench my thirst.

Suddenly, a girl named "Incest Mom" greeted me, and my blood immediately boiled again. Her name perfectly catered to my deepest desires.

"Are you busy?" she asked me bluntly.

"Not busy." I was so eager for this thrill that I didn't dare to be negligent and answered immediately.

"Want to have sex with me online?" It seemed I was having a lucky day online, encountering such a generous girl.

"Of course, I'm very good at it." Although I was still a newbie, I couldn't let her know, so I tried to appear as experienced as possible.

"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, in order to continue chatting with her and not offend her, I agreed. Actually, I wanted to find a substitute for a mother.

"Okay, let's smuggle."

Smuggle? Why smuggle in a chat room? I didn't understand what she meant, but I couldn't ask her. Wouldn't that be telling her I was a newbie?

Just as I was considering whether to ask the netizens for advice, a prompt box suddenly popped up on the screen, which read "Incest Mom hopes to establish a private chat channel with you."

Oh! So smuggling means private chat. No wonder there are so many people here, but so few people are speaking. Most of them are chatting privately. Fortunately, my ignorance was not discovered, and I immediately chose to agree.

"How old are you?" Incest Mom asked like she was taking a census.

"18." Although I was only 17 years old, few people tell the truth online, so being too honest is not a good thing.

"Okay, about the same age as my son. Are you a local?" Hearing this made my heart skip a beat, and I immediately felt aroused. We continued chatting.

"Yes, I'm a local," I answered honestly.

"Great, 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 her I was an inexperienced newbie?

"Very good. Do you love your mother?"

I considered it for a moment. Although my mother had done that, and I couldn't face her right now, I still loved her deep down. I replied, "Of course." After sending the message, I thought about it again. Something wasn't right. The love she referred to might not be the same as the love I meant. But I ignored her and let her interpret it.

"Good, what a good boy! I like him the most. Let's begin."

Beep...beep...beep..., the incestuous mother sent me a voice message invitation. The exciting moment was finally about to arrive.

"Wait, I still want to ask you a few questions?" I still had some questions in my mind and couldn't help but ask them.

There was no reply. I was nervous, worried that she might have left.

"Alright then, I'll answer what I can, and I hope you won't force yourself to answer what I can't." She seemed to have considered it for a while.

"Are you pretty?" This question was obviously redundant. How pretty could an older woman be? After all, not all middle-aged women retain their charm like my mother. But for the sake of my fantasy, I had to deceive myself a little.

"Have you ever watched Japanese adult films? I'm no worse than those actresses." What a boastful tone! If that were true, why would you be here?

I thought to myself, but outwardly I still had to flatter her.

"Wow, that's great! Are you tall?"

"1.65 meters, not too short, right?" Wow, her height is the same as my mother's! That's a pleasant surprise.

"Okay, let's begin." I clicked accept, the audio connected, but I didn't know what to say.

"Call me Mom." Her voice was sexy and beautiful; she was indeed a mature woman. My heart pounded even harder.

"Mom." Although it was just two simple words, my voice trembled slightly, and my heart pounded wildly, as if I were truly calling my own mother.

"Good son, are you hungry?" Her question was so strange.

"No." I answered without thinking.

"Hehe, I was going to breastfeed you, but since you're not hungry, then forget it." How could I be so stupid, not understanding what she meant?

"Hungry, I'm hungry..." I quickly said.

"Then what should you say?" This woman has so many tricks up her sleeve.

"I'm hungry, I want to breastfeed." I said.

"That's it?"

"Yes."

"You seem to have forgotten the most important thing."

I thought for a moment, but couldn't think of anything else to say. It seems I still lack experience in this area.

"It's Mommy, you haven't called me Mommy yet." The incestuous mother said impatiently.

Oh, right, we're playing the role of mother and son incest, how could I not say the crucial address? I suddenly understood.

"Mommy, I'm hungry, I want to breastfeed you." I replied immediately.

"Good son, come to Mommy's arms, Mommy will breastfeed you." The incestuous mother was really lewd.

"Are your breasts big?" I suddenly didn't know what to say, because I couldn't imagine what her breasts were like.

"Big, and no smaller than your butt, can't you imagine it yourself?"

"I can't imagine what you look like," I said honestly.

"You've never seen me, of course you can't imagine it. You can imagine your mother," the incestuous mother said, sounding a little impatient. [ Last edited by tangshimin on 2011-8-7 22:49 ]

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