Reincarnation of Love and Hatred, Chapter Fourteen

With a soft "click," Mom's bare, plump arm emerged from under the covers, turning on the bedside lamp. The warm, orange light instantly bathed the entire bedroom. She turned her face, her cheeks flushed with joy, her bright eyes sparkling with happiness. With a touch of shyness and coquettishness, she said, "Good son, hold me!" "

She buried her face in my chest, her warm body shrinking closer, nestled tightly in my arms.

I smiled and, as she instructed, embraced my mother. Knowing our recent habit, I knew that after our lovemaking, she would 'whisper' at me, hinting that she needed some tender, loving caresses. So, I wrapped one arm around her slender waist and gently stroked her smooth, supple back with the other.

My mother murmured softly, as if in a dream, expressing her satisfaction and contentment. Her voice seemed to come from afar, yet also seemed to resonate directly in my heart, her sweet whispers reaching my ears: 'Tonight, you made me feel so incredibly happy!'"

A warm feeling washed over me, and I tightened my grip on her arm. Before I knew it, my mother and I had been "living together" for a month. During this time, I tried everything to develop her mature body, experimenting with different positions and sexual acts. Almost every corner of the house bore the marks of our encounters. Under

my guidance, my mother's intense libido was completely ignited. Like a heroin addict, she became deeply infatuated with her son's young and powerful penis. We had to make love at least twice a day to satisfy each other. A thirst for desire. Even so, the mere sight of my mother's slightly exposed skin still triggered the urge to pounce on her and pin her down. Morals, taboos, and ethics were all recklessly cast aside.

Only now do I truly understand how adorable my mother is when she sheds the mask of "mother" and becomes just a woman. Almost every time, I derive exhilarating pleasure from her; and she, in turn, displays her ecstatic ecstasy with words of praise and wonder, filling me with a sense of masculine pride and confidence…

"Who told you to be both my mother and my woman?" I whispered teasingly, pressing my earlobe close to her pink earlobe, "From any perspective, I have an obligation to make Mom happy..."

Mom let out a soft moan, unable to resist the teasing, and her right hand boldly reached down to my crotch, her smooth palm grasping my penis. Even though I had just ejaculated, its size was still astonishing. She stroked it lovingly, murmuring, "When you were first born, it was so tiny, like a delicate, miniature toy... Really, I still remember the first time I saw your little penis..."

I chuckled and asked, "And then? Did Mom keep an eye on it secretly all this time?"

Mom rolled her eyes at me, scoldingly saying, "When you were four or five, you still couldn't pee by yourself, so Mom had to carry you to the toilet every night in the middle of the night... You've probably forgotten all that, haven't you?"

I said, half-jokingly, "It's been so long, I can't remember!" The only thing I remember is that when I was eleven, I made a mistake, and Mom made me take off my pants and spank me. I must have taken the opportunity to admire it then, didn't I?"

Mom said hesitantly, her expression awkward. "Xiaobing, do you know why Mom hit you so hard that day? Sigh... Actually, Mom wasn't angry at you, but at myself... Actually, when I saw your little penis standing so high, I already had a strange feeling, and my legs involuntarily clamped together... That's why Mom was so angry and so violent in punishing you, all to stop myself from thinking about it anymore... Xiaobing, are you still blaming Mom?"

I felt sorry for her and gently comforted her, "No, Mom, I was just joking! It's been so long, who would still remember it?" "

Mom smiled gently, her jade-like hands softly massaging my penis, a look of ecstasy on her face. She sighed, 'Time really flies. In the blink of an eye, it's grown into such a big thing, and so strong...'

My penis enjoyed her attentive care, and I felt a surge of desire, my masculine vigor slowly returning. Just as I was about to roll over and press myself against her again, she gently slipped out of my embrace, lifted the covers, and sat up.

'What's wrong?' I asked in surprise.

'Oh, nothing, just going to the bathroom, I'll be right back.' Mom said, kissing my forehead, and preparing to get out of bed naked.

A thought struck me, and I quickly grabbed her, asking, 'Mom, when I was little, did you really hold me while I peed?'

'Of course I did!' Mom said irritably, 'What child in the world isn't raised by their mother with painstaking care of their needs? What, are you trying to deny it?'" I shook my head, saying with ill intent, "

Quite the opposite! I not only admit it, but I also plan to pee in Mom's arms as a way of repaying her for raising me!"

Mom's face flushed slightly, and she spat out a "Pah!" before laughing and scolding, "Nonsense! You brat, how can you say such crazy things!" She shook off my hand and tried to leave.

I wasn't about to give up so easily, so I pounced on her, reached under her legs, and lifted her up in my arms.

"What are you doing?" Mom was startled and before she could stop me, her naked body was pressed tightly against my chest. She instinctively struggled a couple of times and said reproachfully, "Xiaobing, you're getting more and more outrageous! Put me down!"

I said with a grin, "No! My dear Mom, tonight your son will properly 'be filial' to you!" "While laughing and joking, I ran towards the bathroom.

Mom immediately panicked, her delicate feet flailing wildly as she pleaded, 'Xiaobing, are you joking with Mom? You don't really mean...you mean...'

'Of course it's true!' I kicked open the bathroom door, declaring confidently, 'Mom, you used to hold your son while he peed when he was little, now that I'm grown up, what's wrong with me serving you a little?'" "

Mom was both ashamed and anxious, her fists pounding my chest, her struggles intensifying. But under my strong insistence, her resistance was futile; she could only watch helplessly as I lifted her delicate body, letting her upper body lean against my shoulder, my hands resting on her firm, round buttocks.

'Oh...oh...oh...' As I kneaded her soft buttocks, Mom seemed to have been struck in a vital spot, instantly losing all her strength, obediently letting me hold her like a child, her legs spread wide apart, revealing her mature and alluring vulva. In the thicket of dark, glossy pubic hair, the bright red slit was slightly swollen, indicating that it had just undergone a rather intense assault. I strode to the toilet, positioned

Mom's snow-white buttocks above the toilet bowl, and chuckled softly, 'Let it out!'

'No...no...' she blushed, her ears turning bright red, 'This feels so awkward, I...I can't poop...' '

Huh? '" "When I was little, didn't Mom hold me like this? Why can't you do it now?" I said, feigning surprise, slightly raising my elbow and suddenly thrusting hard against her bladder.

"Ah—" Mom gasped, her flat stomach involuntarily spasming. She gripped my back tightly with both hands, her nails digging deep into my flesh… Her delicate eyebrows furrowed, and she bit her lip hard, seemingly enduring something with great difficulty. It took her a while to catch her breath.

"Mom, why are you doing this?" I said calmly. "Holding your pee can make you sick! I advise you to just let it go sooner rather than later…"

She turned her head away with difficulty, saying bitterly, "I don't know what sins I committed to give birth to such a little devil like you, who's always making trouble for me! You...you want to torture your mother to death before you're satisfied?"

I pretended not to hear her, muttering to myself, "What's wrong? Still can't pee? Ah...I understand, Mom needs some sound to help her!"

After saying that, I pursed my lips and made a "shh, shh" whistle, while gently shaking Mom's bare buttocks, like soothing a small baby, gently and patiently waiting for her will to break down...

Before long, Mom indeed couldn't hold back anymore, her body twisting restlessly like a water snake, her toes pointed straight, the muscles in her thighs trembling hysterically... Suddenly, a look of despair appeared in her eyes, and she let out a hoarse cry: "Ouch!"

I looked in the direction of the sound and saw Mom's buttocks twitch twice, then suddenly relaxed! Instantly, a stream of pale yellow urine gushed out from between her labia, hissing as it flowed into the toilet like a runaway faucet.

My eyes immediately lit up, staring intently at this rare sight—a beautiful and noble mother being held by her own son, her buttocks raised high, urinating in the most shameful position…

“No…don’t look…son, please don’t look…” Her fair and full body trembled incessantly, the mother was so ashamed she wanted to disappear, covering her face with one hand, pleading incoherently, but she couldn’t stop the torrent of urine…

“Hehe, Mom, you look so beautiful when you pee!” I looked at the still flowing stream of urine and couldn’t help but say something even more vulgar, “Even your most private way of urinating has been seen by your son, Mom, you’re so shameful…”

Hearing me say such filthy words, the mother’s face showed a look of shame, but strangely, her body seemed to be somewhat excited, she couldn’t help but pant, her two high and round breasts trembled slightly, and her two nipples were prominently displayed at the tips…

My mind was shaken, and the strength in my arms inexplicably loosened, almost causing me to drop my mother. Although she managed to steady herself, her buttocks tilted to one side, and the remaining drops of urine landed on my leg, feeling warm.

"I'm done...aren't you going to put me down?" Mom struggled a bit, saying with barely suppressed embarrassment.

"What's the rush? There's still cleanup to do!" I told Mom to put one leg on the tank lid to lighten the weight on my hands. Then I freed my right hand, tore off a piece of toilet paper, and ignoring her protests, carefully wiped her genitals, cleaning the remaining urine from her vulva.

After doing all this, I finally put my mother down and said triumphantly, "Alright, Mom, I finally got to serve you for once! How was it? Happy?"

"Happy my foot!" My mother's pretty face was still flushed. She was about to scold me when she suddenly noticed the water stains on my legs and exclaimed, "Oh dear, you're dirty! Go wash up!"

"Hey, what's there to wash?" I sniffed the faint scent of urine in the air and said with a grin, "I like everything that comes from Mom's little hole, so there's no need to bother washing it!"

My mother stamped her foot and pouted, pretending to be angry, "Don't say anything. You have to wash, or you won't be allowed in bed!"

"Okay then, anyway, I'm all sweaty after all that exercise, so I might as well take a bath!"

I said thoughtfully, turned on the shower, filled the bathtub with warm water, and lay down on my back.

"That's a good boy!" Mom smiled and turned to leave.

"Wait a minute!" I called after her. "Mom, I'm a little tired. Why don't you help me wash up?"

"How can I? You're such a grown-up..." Mom said, her eyes wide.

"I really want to relive some childhood memories! Please, Mom..." I used my secret weapon as a son, acting like a child and pleading with her.

She hesitated for a moment, then said helplessly, "I really don't know how many strange ideas are still in your head!"

She came over and sat on the edge of the bathtub, picked up a bottle of shower gel, poured some into her palm, rubbed her hands together, and began to wash my whole body.

Her hands, wet with shower gel, were soft and smooth, gently moving over my shoulders, arms, and chest. I squinted my eyes and enjoyed it, almost humming out of comfort. I felt that the most wonderful pleasure in the world was nothing more than this.

When Mom bent down slightly to rub my stomach, her bare, high breasts were almost touching mine. Without thinking, I reached out and grasped one of her full breasts in each hand.

"Go ahead and wash, don't be so clumsy!" Mom scolded sternly, but didn't pull away.

I chuckled, continuing to fondle her breasts, and whispered, "Mom, did you often bathe me when I was little?"

"Of course! You dirty little devil, Mom always washed you herself."

"Back then, were we both naked, completely open with each other like this?"

"No, not at all!" Mom's cheeks flushed again. She pushed my hands away and turned me around to scrub my back…

Suddenly, a mischievous thought struck me. I reached back and hugged Mom's waist, pulling her into the bathtub with a splash.

"You… what are you trying to do now?" Mom tumbled into the water unexpectedly, wiping the water droplets from her face, and glared at me. She tried to sit up, but I stopped her.

“I’ve heard that many mothers and children bathe together, sharing the same tub, until the child grows up and they separate…”

I picked up the shower gel and slowly poured the light green liquid onto my hard penis.

My mother stared at me with wide eyes, asking curiously, “Do you need so much? It can’t be!”

“This isn’t for me!” I said calmly. “Mom’s vagina is too deep; it’s hard to reach with your fingers. Let me use my penis as a brush to clean it up!”

My mother blushed and turned to escape from the bathtub. I was prepared, grabbing her and arranging her in a lewd position with her limbs on the ground and her buttocks facing upwards. My erect penis, with its prominent veins, stood up, and I skillfully parted her plump buttocks, thrusting it into her enchanting honeypot from behind!

“Ah!” My mother and I screamed together. My penis, coated with shower gel, was extremely lubricated, piercing the deepest part of her vagina in one go. I could even clearly feel my glans sinking into a meltingly soft place, where a tremendous attraction seemed to be drawing me in, penis and all…

Perhaps, the reason I enjoy incest with my mother so much is because subconsciously I have a desire, a longing to return to my birth mother's womb! That's my safest homeland…

I couldn't think too much anymore. A dense, enveloping feeling came from inside my mother's body, the downy flesh walls tightly wrapping around my thick penis. I moved my hips frantically, conquering my paradise again and again.

“Oh… oh oh… son, you're filling me up so much… so full… Mom is being fucked to death by you… oh…” My mother moaned dazedly, her two long, slender legs clamping my body behind her, her voluptuous flesh floating on the surface, her snow-white breasts surging like waves, exuding an aura of decadent lust.

Hearing my mother's desperate moans, my emotions surged to their peak. I thrust rapidly a few times, letting out a beastly roar, and mercilessly ejaculated my hot semen, quenching my mother's thirsty womb, making her scream again, tears of joy streaming down her face…

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The sweltering summer vacation ended in the blink of an eye. Today was the first day of the new semester, and I had to grab my backpack early and rush off to school. I

could have gone home at noon, but that damned headmaster, for some reason, enthusiastically gathered the second-year students for a lecture right on the first day of school, not only taking up my precious lunch break but also messing up my biological clock—this time of day is usually when my mother and I make love to our hearts' content. My penis should be inside her vagina, not in my own underwear…

Unable to release my pent-up energy, I was listless for several classes in the afternoon, just hoping school would end soon. Finally

, the bell rang, signaling the end of class. I snapped out of my daze, grabbed my bag, and dashed out of the classroom, wishing I could sprout wings and fly home.

Reaching my door, I stopped to catch my breath, took out my keys, and unlocked the door. The first thing I smelled was the aroma of food. Looking up, I saw my mother setting the table, laden with a sumptuous feast, and a bottle of champagne. A

warm feeling washed over me, filled with cozy happiness. Without a word, I rushed over, hugged my mother, and planted a quick kiss on the cheek, saying with a smile, "Mom, I haven't seen you all day! Did you miss me?"

Before she could answer, my hand instinctively slipped inside her collar and caressed her breasts.

Unexpectedly, Mom didn't exude her usual alluring charm. Instead, she seemed flustered and whispered, "Son, don't be silly..."

I felt a little strange. My fingertips touched the silky edge of her bra, and I couldn't help but get angry: "Mom, didn't I tell you not to wear a bra at home? Why don't you listen again..."

Before I could finish speaking, Mom suddenly pulled her hand away from mine and nervously winked at me. Then, a familiar baritone voice rang out behind me, chuckling, "Xiaobing... is Xiaobing home?"

I felt like I'd been struck by lightning, and I froze—it was Dad! It was Dad's voice, the one I

hadn't heard in so long! Good heavens, am I having a nightmare?

Composing myself, I slowly turned around and saw Dad walking out of the living room. Half a year had passed, but he still looked as dashing as ever, his hair slicked back, exuding the air of a refined gentleman. He walked over to me, looked me up and down, his face full of satisfaction. "Good son, you've grown taller and stronger! Compared to before, you're more like a man now, haha..."

I forced a smile, mechanically forcing a couple of dry laughs, my heart a jumbled mess of emotions. My father—my destined rival—had disappeared from my life for so long, so long that I'd almost forgotten him. Unexpectedly, after I finally won over my mother and reaped the fruits of victory, he reappeared before me.

—What will our relationship be like from now on? How should we get along? These could all become big problems...

I was troubled, but I couldn't show it. I could only suppress my fluctuating emotions and pretend to be happy, saying, "Dad, you're finally back! I've been thinking about you every day... When did you get home?"

"I arrived at four o'clock this afternoon!" Dad said casually, his eyes already on the dining table. He smiled broadly and said, "Great, wife! Your cooking is still so amazing. In just a short while, you've made so many delicious dishes. It looks like I'm going to have a feast tonight!"

Mom rolled her eyes at him and said, "As soon as I got your call at noon, I rushed to the supermarket to buy groceries. I was busy all afternoon! Do you think I'm a god who can conjure up so many different kinds of dishes?"

Dad said half-jokingly, "Yes, yes, wife, you've worked so hard! Hehe, let me, your husband, do you a favor first..." He opened his arms and hugged Mom's waist and back, then kissed her cheek.

My brain was buzzing. I stared intently at them, the muscles at the corners of my mouth twitching horribly… My mother's face was resting on my father's shoulder, and she happened to look over, our eyes meeting. She probably saw the jealousy in my eyes, and her whole body jolted as if she'd been electrocuted. She quickly pushed my father away, then brushed her hair aside to hide her embarrassment, and said reproachfully, "Can't you be a little more serious in front of your son?"

"Heh, we've been married for over ten years, what are you shy about?" My father shrugged like an American, then turned to me and beckoned, "Xiaobing, what are you standing there daydreaming about? Come on, come eat!"

I restrained myself and slowly walked to the table and sat down next to my mother. The three of us began our family reunion dinner. In my memory, we hadn't had dinner together for a long time. The last time we were together seemed to be more than half a year ago, when my father had just received his promotion—and it was on that very night that I officially put my plan to "seduce" my mother into action!

Now, the plan has succeeded, and I've successfully tasted the flavor of my mother's delicious flesh. But, have I also won her heart? That's still unknown...

I shook my head in frustration, my thoughts even more chaotic. Looking up, I saw my mother diligently serving food to my father, softly urging him to eat more, her expression full of intimacy. In contrast, her attitude towards me was much colder. She not only barely spoke a few words to me, but also intentionally or unintentionally avoided eye contact with me...

"You fickle, shameless woman! Last night she was spreading her legs wide, moaning as I fucked her to the point of ecstasy, and today she's already changed her mind!" I gritted my teeth in hatred, chewing my food listlessly, listening to my parents' voices.

"How's the business at the New York headquarters going? No more trouble, right?" My mother's tone was concerned.

"Sigh, things haven't been going well, losses for several seasons in a row..." Dad sighed. "That's why I haven't been able to come back yet. It seems the higher-ups can't come up with any good solutions either!"

"What can we do?" Mom asked worriedly. "Won't it affect your business?"

"Even if it does, it doesn't matter!" Dad said nonchalantly. "The market is bad now, business is getting harder and harder, I'm planning to quit..."

"Are you kidding me?" Mom said in surprise. "If you don't earn money to support the family, what will we eat? Will we starve?"

"Don't worry, don't worry! Listen to me..." Dad slowly sipped his wine and said leisurely, "Remember Uncle Zhi? The night you left, you told me to visit him..."

"Oh, I remember, you said he had cancer, lying alone in the hospital waiting to die, it was so pitiful..."

"Pitiful?" Dad put down his wine glass and smiled bitterly. "Do you know how much money he has? You'll be shocked when I tell you!"

"Really? How could that be?" Mom said incredulously.

"I didn't believe it either, but the facts are right in front of me—Uncle Zhi was originally a poor laborer who was heavily in debt in the United States. But three years ago, he won the lottery and became a multi-millionaire overnight. Since then, he has been extremely lucky in both investing and stock trading, almost always winning and never losing, and his wealth has been increasing year after year..."

He paused, then continued, "What's most incomprehensible is that Uncle Zhi, even after becoming wealthy, remained silent, living a simple, secluded life. His relatives back home, unaware of the situation, thought he was still a penniless debtor and avoided him like the plague, breaking his heart. This time, when he got cancer, only I visited him in the hospital before he died. Moved by their kindness, Uncle Zhi bequeathed all his assets to me..."

I was stunned, wondering if I'd misheard... All his assets? All the assets of a multi-millionaire? All...bequeathed to Dad? I...did I hear wrong?

At the same instant, a look of shock appeared on Mom's face, her voice trembling slightly: "You... what did you say?"

"I mean..." Dad said casually, "From now on, our family has entered the ranks of multi-millionaires! The wealth we possess is more than we could ever spend in our lifetimes..."

The room was completely silent. After a long while, Mom cheered, so excited that she could barely speak: "Really? Honey, we... we're rich! My God, this... this is unbelievable..."

I clapped my hands and jumped for joy, my heart filled with immense happiness, wanting nothing more than to shout—tens of millions! This was wealth I never dared to dream of, yet it had fallen from the sky... In that instant, I even forgot the unpleasantness from before...

Unfortunately, the good times didn't last long. Before long, my mood returned to its sour state, and an indescribable bitterness and resentment surged up again. Especially when I saw my mother chatting happily with my father, talking about their bright future, her eyes clearly held a look of attachment and adoration, as if she were looking up to a powerful figure. She had never looked at me like that!

This made me finally realize that although my mother had lost her virginity to me and, driven by instinct, had accepted this taboo relationship between mother and son that transcended morality, she could never completely betray my father, nor could she let go of her years of feelings for him. In other words, I hadn't yet achieved my goal in this battle…

Thinking of this, I suddenly felt a surge of heat, and inexplicably, the thought of teasing my mother arose. So, I quietly unbuckled my belt, pulled out my large penis, and vigorously rubbed it a couple of times until it became erect, standing straight up in the air.

My mother immediately noticed my strange behavior, looked down, and her cheeks flushed red. She almost cried out, quickly covering her mouth with her hand. She instinctively looked at my father, who was slightly drunk, munching on his snacks, oblivious to my actions. She finally breathed a sigh of relief, glared at me fiercely, and gestured for me to put it back quickly.

I chuckled and nonchalantly gestured towards the table, implying that Dad couldn't see this from his angle. Then, I defiantly swung my penis, the glans throbbing and gleaming menacingly, a little bit of precum already seeping from the urethral opening.

Mom's face turned even redder, her expression a mixture of panic and shyness, and she anxiously stamped her feet repeatedly. My lust surged, and I couldn't resist grabbing her left hand and forcibly pressing it against my crotch. She tried to resist and struggle, trying to pull her hand away, but I held it firmly. After a while of this pushing and shoving, she probably didn't want to disturb Dad, so she had no choice but to give in, her small hand trembling as she grasped my penis.

By this time, my mother and I had finished eating and put down our chopsticks. Since we were sitting very close, the subtle movements hidden under the tablecloth weren't very noticeable. However, my mother was still very nervous, her eyes fixed on my father, her palms sweaty

, her hand stiffly gripping my penis, afraid to move. I grew bolder, feigning a child's affectionate clinging to his mother, leaning my head on her shoulder, casually telling jokes to my father, while secretly reaching out again, lifting my mother's skirt, and quickly slipping my hand inside her panties, touching that forbidden zone covered in soft, fine hair.

My mother's body trembled slightly, and she hurriedly clamped one leg together to stop my intrusion, but it was too late. My fingers moved along her buttocks to that hot garden, gently stroking the long, warm crevice in the middle.

I didn't rush in; instead, I expertly circled around the entrance, my thumb finding the small, bean-sized lump at the tip, and skillfully poking and prodding it.

Mom's breathing suddenly stopped, and her words became incoherent. She hurriedly picked up her teacup to hide her embarrassment, but her body's honest reaction betrayed her. Her two fair thighs involuntarily parted slightly, and a moist, sticky fluid secreted from between her labia, her clitoris so slippery it was almost impossible to resist...

I pressed my advantage, relentlessly stimulating Mom's sensitive labia, constantly arousing her senses and causing her to produce even more viscous fluid. Just as she was gradually becoming aroused, her small hands involuntarily stroking my penis, I suddenly bent my middle finger and swiftly inserted it into her fiery vagina.

"Mmm..." Mom couldn't help but groan, then forcibly restrained herself. She bit her lip hard, her beautiful eyebrows furrowed, and her tall figure arched slightly.

"Wife, what's wrong? Your face looks strange, are you... not feeling well?" Dad finally noticed her abnormality, his eyes, thick with alcohol, asked slurred questions.

"Oh, it's nothing, just a mosquito bite!" Mom calmly lied, quickly changing the subject. Meanwhile, her hips were shifting restlessly, as if anticipating something.

I quickly adjusted my position and, seizing the opportunity, inserted my second finger into her vagina!

I glanced sideways at Dad, who was drunkenly muttering to himself, completely unaware of my antics under the table. A surge of vengeful pleasure welled up inside me—if Dad knew that Mom had masturbated with me right in front of him, shamelessly ejaculating, what kind of surprised, angry, and disappointed expression would he have? Heh, just thinking about it was satisfying…

However, before I could bring Mom to orgasm, Dad, full and satisfied, burped and staggered towards the table. Though I was bold, I wasn't completely insane; I quickly withdrew my wicked hand and shoved my penis back into my pants. Mom was finally relieved, breathing heavily with a sigh of relief, almost collapsing into the chair.

For the next two hours, the whole family moved to the living room, watching television and continuing their conversation about all sorts of things. Without any screen to block my view, I couldn't touch Mom inappropriately anymore, so I just sat there properly, passing the time idly…

The clock struck ten, and Dad yawned wearily, saying he was going to bed. He patted my shoulder and walked wearily towards the bedroom. Only Mom and I remained in the living room, and the atmosphere became somewhat awkward. For a moment, we both seemed to have a thousand words to say, but neither knew how to begin.

After about half a minute, Mom finally broke the silence, saying softly, “Xiaobing, Mom is going to rest too. Goodnight!” She then stood up and quickly walked away from me.

Staring at her retreating figure, a sudden, sharp pain shot through my heart, a feeling of abandonment and rage washing over me—was this really the same mother who had made love to me so passionately last night? How could she have changed so drastically in less than a day?

A surge of anger welled up within me, and I lost all reason. I dashed forward like an arrow, catching up with my mother at the corner of the corridor. She heard my footsteps, turned around, and before she could even react with surprise, I had already pounced on her, pinning her against the wall.

"Xiaobing, what are you doing?" My mother cried out in terror, her hands bracing against my chest as she struggled, her voice filled with panic, "Don't...don't...I don't want to today..."

I ignored her and roughly pulled open my mother's clothes, pulling her snow-white, full breasts out of her bra. I brought my mouth to her left breast and sucked on the nipple, licking it with my tongue until it hardened...

"No...don't..." My mother struggled desperately, pushing my head away, and said in terror, "Your father is in the bedroom...he'll hear us..."

"No. He's so tired, he must be asleep by now!" I squatted down, panting, and pulled down my mother's panties, peeling them off her legs from her toes. Then I reached behind her back and pressed my hand against her soft, full buttocks...

"Xiaobing, you're too outrageous!" My mother trembled all over, whether from fear or anger, and said in a trembling voice, "If you...if you don't stop, I'll wake up Dad and have him teach you a lesson..."

Although she spoke fiercely, her voice was very low, completely a show of bravado masking inner weakness. I straightened up and said nonchalantly, "If you want to make things worse, then go ahead and scream!"

I used my knee to spread her legs apart, my penis pressing against her hairy mound.

"No!" Mom shook her head desperately, her buttocks shaking violently, trying to shake off the penis pressing against her, but her weak strength not only did not help, but also aroused my hidden beastly nature.

"Enjoy your son's cock!" I grinned maliciously, thrusting my hips forward, my thick penis suddenly forcing open her tightly closed labia, laboriously squeezing into her still somewhat dry vagina...

"Ugh..." Mom's beautiful face contorted, two lines of clear tears seeping from the corners of her eyes, she opened her small mouth and bit my shoulder hard, biting so hard that I felt as if she was biting off flesh.

"How... how could she do this to me..." The excruciating pain completely transformed me from a human into a beast, frantically moving my lower body, thrusting into her tender flesh without any mercy. At this point, all pleasure had vanished. Only one thought swirled in my mind: possession, possession, and more possession…

“Huff…huff…” Even, steady snoring came from the bedroom next door. My father slept soundly, oblivious to the horrific scene of incestuous mother-son intercourse unfolding outside. My mother and I were afraid of waking him, so we acted silently, both of us striving to control ourselves and avoid making a sound.

Time ticked by, and I suddenly realized that my mother, who had been struggling so fiercely, had somehow given up resisting and become quite cooperative! Her arms were around my neck, her legs were wrapped around my waist, and even her vagina had regained its usual lubrication, making penetration easy. I reached down and touched it; a wet, sticky fluid was dripping from our point of contact, flowing down my legs and onto the floor.

“Mom, do you still dare to say you don’t want it?” I whispered, bringing my finger close to her eyes. “Your body is clearly aroused… Look, this is the proof…”

Mom was speechless, turning her face away in tears and shame, biting her lip without saying a word.

“What? Still won’t admit it? Fine, let Mom try something even more amazing!” I frowned, spreading her buttocks wider, my ring finger penetrating her cleft and slowly pressing it against her anus.

This was the only place on Mom’s body that she wouldn’t let me touch or look at closely. She immediately shuddered as if struck by a high-voltage electric shock, pleading in panic, “Don’t touch there… Xiaobing, Mom begs you, don’t touch… there…”

“Hmm, so are you going to surrender or not?” I deliberately ran my fingertip lightly across the opening of her anus, where sparse pubic hair also grew.

"Ah! Son, I...I surrender!" Mom gasped for breath, writhing in agony, her face a mixture of ecstasy and pain, sobbing uncontrollably, "Stop...sob...Mom will always listen to you..."

"Okay, then remember!" I said, each word distinct, "Mom's body belongs to me, every single inch belongs to me! No other man is allowed to touch her—not even Dad!"

Mom sobbed, nodding with shame and humiliation, as if she had completely collapsed. In that instant, her weakness as a woman was laid bare, all traces of maternal dignity and authority gone.

I smiled triumphantly, riding her body with the victorious air of a conqueror, seemingly never tiring, never stopping...

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After that night, I continued to possess Mom's body as I had wished. For the first few days, she tried to persuade me to break the distorted shackles between mother and son. But later, seeing my unwavering persistence, she had no choice but to give up, resignedly accommodating me and secretly maintaining this abnormal relationship.

Most subtly, a tacit understanding seemed to have formed between us. Every night, when I wanted to, I only needed to give my mother a wink, and she would blush and nod slightly, looking for a suitable opportunity to avoid my father's notice. Such opportunities were frequent; usually, while my father was watching a game in the living room or talking on the phone in the study, my mother would secretly come to my room, and we would have a passionate lovemaking session on the bed, before quietly returning to her bedroom.

However, I vaguely sensed that my mother's obedience was less about spoiling her child and more about fear. She seemed to have become somewhat afraid of me, carefully trying to avoid offending me. Once, I even noticed that the way she looked at me was exactly the same as the way "Xiao Jing" looked at "Zhi Bin Ge" in my dream!

Our sex life no longer seemed as harmonious and effortless as it used to be. Although my vigorous advances brought my mother to orgasm almost every time, she often appeared very tense during sex, her body stiffening at the slightest disturbance, trembling like a frightened rabbit. What was

even more infuriating was that afterward, she no longer nestled affectionately in my arms, nor did she display the joy, pleasure, and satisfaction she once did.

I was extremely resentful, yet I couldn't think of a solution. To be honest, I could break down my mother's defenses and possess her, but I didn't have the courage to challenge my father's authority, which filled me with torment… I longed for a long-term, open, intimate relationship with my mother, instead of living in secrecy and fear under my father's nose like this!

Dad… if only Dad would never come back, then Mom would belong to me alone…

The flames of jealousy burned fiercely deep within me, slowly consuming my reason. I suddenly realized how much I hated my father, how much I hated him for taking the woman I loved most. This hatred seemed innate, growing and accumulating since I was very young, and now it was on the verge of exploding…

In my past life, it was this slick-haired man who killed me with his own hands, destroying my lifelong happiness!

Must I continue to live in his shadow in this life?

No, no! I'm not reconciled, absolutely not… My eyes were bloodshot, and I clenched my fists tightly…

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That morning, I woke up early, staring at the empty bed, a wave of desolation washing over me.

—Mom must still be sleeping next door, curled up in Dad's arms, right? Does she still miss those brief but happy times we spent together, like husband and wife?

I sighed sadly and listlessly got up to wash up. Unexpectedly, I bumped into my mother as soon as I opened the door.

"Good morning, Mom," I greeted her eagerly, my eyes lighting up. "Why are you up so early today?"

"Oh, I couldn't sleep, so I got up to exercise a bit," Mom replied, her expression slightly unnatural, her right hand instinctively hidden behind her back.

"What are you carrying?" I asked suspiciously.

"N-nothing... just a bag of trash, I'm taking it out to throw it away..." Mom's flustered appearance only fueled my suspicion. Without a word, I rushed over and snatched the bag from

her. When I opened it, my blood ran cold—a shiny condom!

Thick, white semen was slowly oozing from the opening, carrying a foul, nauseating stench!

"What is this?" I slammed the bag to the ground, my face turning ashen. "You... you explain yourself..."

Mom glanced alarmed towards the bedroom, gesturing for me to be quiet. I snorted and strode into the living room. My mother followed me helplessly, standing there timidly, tears welling up in her eyes.

"Didn't I tell you you weren't allowed to have sex with Daddy?" I roared angrily. "Mom, did you even take my words to heart?"

She lowered her head and said in a voice barely audible, "Xiaobing, he is still your father... It's hard for Mommy to refuse his requests... But Mommy really tried her best..." "

Trapped her best? How can I believe you tried your best?" My emotions erupted like a volcano, and I growled, "You sleep with Daddy every night, do you know how painful it is for me? Just thinking about him holding you makes me insanely jealous... And you've thrown away your promise to me..."

Mom looked at me with teary eyes and choked out, "Xiaobing, it's Mommy's fault... Please forgive me..."

I stared at her, my face frosty, and said, "Are you willing to admit you were wrong?"

She didn't dare meet my gaze and softly murmured, "Yes."

I said coldly, "Mom, you tell me yourself, according to the family rules, how should one be punished for making a mistake?"

These were the words she uttered more than five years ago when I tried to forcefully touch her breasts and failed, and she scolded me.

I never imagined that today, these words would be brought up again, with the exact same wording and tone! The only difference was that the roles of the punisher and the punished had been reversed!

Mom shuddered, clearly remembering that past event, her pretty face flushing red. She stammered, "Making a mistake… means… a spanking…"

"Fine! Then why don't you take off your pants and willingly lie down on the platform?" I repeated her words from back then without missing a single one, feeling a surge of satisfaction—the ancients said that fortunes change every ten years, and it's absolutely true!

My mother stared at me in horror, her lips moving as if she wanted to say something, but seeing the resolute look in my eyes, she finally didn't speak. Her hand trembled as she loosened her belt, removing her pajama bottoms and underpants, exposing her lower body completely naked. Then she obediently lay face down on the table.

I approached her with a tense expression, looking closely at her high, bare buttocks. Her snow-white, round buttocks, like two large, white, peeled eggs, bulged out an alluring, sinister curve. The two mounds of flesh were full and plump, the familiar bluish tinge on her right buttock particularly conspicuous. Her brown vulva was partially hidden in her buttocks, and her small anus was tightly clenched like a flower bud, undulating restlessly with her tense breathing.

“Mom, when I was little, every time you punished me, you hit my bottom…” I said thoughtfully, fiddling with her buttocks with my fingers. “I never understood why before, but now I finally get it… The flesh here is so firm, it hurts, but it doesn’t break any bones, so I often suffered, right?”

Mom didn’t answer, but goosebumps rose on her once smooth buttocks. I noticed this and suddenly said, “But, if you’re going to hit me, why make the child take off their pants? Now I understand, when someone is naked and their buttocks are exposed to be hit, besides fear, they also feel a strong sense of shame. This way, they will more deeply recognize their mistakes and connect the lesson of shame with the pain of being hit, deeply imprinting it into their brain…”

I paused, then said menacingly, “So, today I’m going to hit Mom’s bottom too, so you’ll remember this lesson!”

As soon as I finished speaking, I raised my right palm and slapped it hard on Mom’s buttocks, making a crisp “smack” sound. Her plump, fleshy buttocks trembled, leaving five red finger marks.

"Ah—" Mom cried out softly in pain, her hands and feet kicking involuntarily, looking utterly miserable and helpless. I, however, showed no mercy, my hands slapping her tender buttocks repeatedly, left and right, gritting my teeth as I said, "See if you dare disobey me again...see if you dare disobey your son's orders again...see if you dare..."

"I won't...sob...son, Mom really won't...sob...please spare me..."

"It's not that easy. I haven't punished you enough yet...slut, stick your ass up higher..."

Tears streamed down Mom's face as her long legs trembled as she rose on her tiptoes, humbly trying to raise her buttocks higher. The posture was both submissive and alluring, like a slutty bitch wagging its tail and begging for mercy. My heart burned with rage, and I beat her even harder, the slaps landing rhythmically on her pink buttocks, stronger and more brutal than when she used to beat me, returning the pain I had suffered with interest…

until my hands grew tired, I finally stopped this incredibly stimulating punishment. By then, her buttocks were red and swollen, covered with crisscrossing handprints, swaying shamefully, even her anus twitching in pain.

My anger gradually subsided, and seeing her pitiful state, I suddenly felt a pang of guilt. I quickly got up, rummaged through the cabinet for medicine, dipped a cotton swab in alcohol, and gently applied it to the most swollen areas. After that, I patiently applied bandages. Throughout the process, her face contorted in pain, her delicate brows furrowed, and she occasionally let out a soft groan.

"Okay, Mom, I hit you too hard this time. I'm sorry you had to suffer." I remembered how she would always comfort me gently after hitting me, achieving a balance of firmness and tenderness. So I copied her, speaking softly, "As long as you promise to be obedient next time and not make the same mistake again, how could your son bear to hit you?"

If there were any outsiders standing here, they would definitely find it ridiculous. Because these words, which should have been spoken by a mother, were coming from her son's mouth, it felt utterly absurd.

Mom put on her pants with tears in her eyes, admitting her mistake like a child, and promising "never to do it again." After receiving my approval, she limped away. Watching her back, I felt an indescribable sense of conquest, knowing that from now on, Mom would be my slave, and such a beautiful and noble slave, obediently submitting to me...

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One evening two weeks later, Dad went out drinking and socializing. I took the opportunity to sneak into my mother's bedroom and told her to take off her clothes so I could see her injuries.

These past few days, to take care of my mother's sore bottom, I refrained from having sex with her, instead applying medicine and massaging her skin daily. With my careful attention, her injury healed day by day, and tonight it was completely healed. Her entire buttocks were once again soft and smooth, plump and elastic, irresistible to the touch.

"It's so nice, Mom, your butt is so cute again!" I teased her with a smile.

My mother rolled her eyes at me and said resentfully, "Xiaobing, you're so cruel, torturing me like this. For two whole weeks, even sitting on the softest sofa was excruciatingly painful..."

"I'm sorry, I was too impulsive that day!" I said apologetically. "Actually, hitting Mom hurt me too... Now let me apologize with my actions..."

As I spoke, I reached out and grasped her peach-like buttocks, kneading them from both sides towards the center, squeezing the flesh together, and then gently probing the cleft with my middle finger. My mother enjoyed it comfortably, swaying her ample buttocks from side to side, a look of ecstasy on her face. In no time, slippery, lustful fluid overflowed from her cleft, slowly flowing onto the sheets.

"So fast?" I was a little surprised, but then I understood and said with a grin, "Mom, haven't tasted meat for over ten days, has it been hard to bear?"

"Oh... Little Bing, don't... tease your mother..." she breathed passionately, her face flushed, murmuring, "Mmm... I want it so much... I really want it so much..."

"Then open your legs, your son is coming to offer you his due..."

With a "plop," my thick penis plunged into her eagerly yearning honey hole, and Mom screamed with pleasure, one of her fair and rounded legs straight up, her ten toes curled together, her ankle taut.

I took the opportunity to lift her leg onto my shoulder, thrusting my hips forcefully, my penis moving back and forth along the slippery crevice, launching a fierce attack right from the start.

"Oh...no...um...don't stop...son...oh..." Perhaps because it had been a long time since they had done it, Mom got into the mood much faster than usual this time. Her hand waved wildly involuntarily, as if trying to hug my body, but unable to reach me. She grabbed the sheet and rubbed her delicate body against it in discomfort, letting out a heart-stirring moan, "Little Soldier...um...come closer...Little Soldier...oh...why...why don't you touch me..."

I immediately freed one hand and grabbed her high breasts, kneading them wantonly, and whispered, "Mom, is this how it is? Do you like me touching you like this?"

"Yes...oh...I like it...ah...you touch Mom so comfortably..." She threw off the sheet, placed her palm on the back of my hand, and wanted me to hold her breasts even tighter...

I was extremely satisfied, reached out and picked up Mom, letting her straddle me, with one leg wrapped around my waist. Mother and son embraced face-to-face in a lotus position, engaging in passionate intercourse…

“Ah…oh…God…faster…faster…ah ah…Mommy…I can’t take it anymore…ah…”

Hearing my mother’s frantic, hysterical cries, my own pent-up desire surged. I gripped her shoulders tightly, my chest pressed against her breasts, savoring the passion emanating from her entire being…

Just as the climax of our passion was about to arrive, suddenly, my mother’s breath caught in her throat, her naked body stiffening like stone in my arms. I glanced at her strangely and saw her staring blankly behind me, her eyes filled with an indescribable fear, dread, shame, and despair!

My heart skipped a beat, a chill running down my spine. I instinctively turned around, and my blood seemed to freeze; my hands and feet turned ice-cold!

The bedroom door had opened at some point, and Dad was standing there, staring at us with a look of shock and disbelief in his eyes!

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