[Urban] The Underwear Romance (Complete) - 25-27

(VII)

The hour-long recording finally ended! Although Mom had been taken advantage of quite a bit and almost lost all face, she managed to escape the tiger's den at the last moment and preserve her chastity! Thinking of this, I breathed a long sigh of relief, but for some reason, I still felt uneasy, as if I had lost something most precious...

A cold wind blew in from the window, and my mind cleared up a bit. I thought to myself that it was time to leave, otherwise it would be troublesome if this pervert woke up! So I took the cassette tape out of the camera and put it in my inner pocket. Then I searched the room carefully again and found the stockings that Mom had left behind in the bedside table. I also found a stack of brand-new large-denomination banknotes, probably just withdrawn, and I unceremoniously took them all for myself!

Turning around and looking at Mr. Yang, who was still unconscious, my anger surged up again, and I couldn't help but kick him a few more times! To prevent any future trouble for my mother, I grabbed a pen from the table and quickly scribbled a note: "Listen up, you bastard! I've taken nude photos of you, and I'm giving you a serious warning! If you dare bother my woman again, don't blame me for being ruthless!" After writing it, I spat and slapped the note onto Mr. Yang's stomach before quietly slipping out of the apartment.

Once outside the building, I hailed a taxi and headed home. A few minutes later, the car stopped. As I walked along the side street towards my house, a thought suddenly struck me. I remembered briefly encountering my mother, though she hadn't noticed at the time; it was better to be cautious.

With that thought, I immediately took off my yellow jacket, rolled it up, and threw it into a nearby trash can. Anyway, the jacket was incredibly tacky; even if I threw it away, my family wouldn't notice. Luckily, I was wearing a shirt underneath, which I'd pulled the hem over my jeans, so it barely looked like an outer garment…

When I got home, I took out my keys, opened the door, and froze as soon as I stepped inside! The living room was brightly lit and bustling with people; four or five guests were sitting on the sofa, drinking tea and chatting!

“Xiaobing, where have you been? Why are you only coming back now?” Dad stood up from the crowd, asking in surprise.

“Ah… I went to a classmate’s house to play. They’re having a party tonight!” I blurted out the lie I’d already prepared, without batting an eye.

Dad nodded, smiling broadly, and said, “Xiaobing, do you remember? This is Uncle Zhang, this is Uncle Chen, they both held you when you were little… Hmm, and this one, you should call him Grandpa Wang! Hehe…”

I recognized these guests as Dad’s bosses and quickly greeted them politely, but a strange feeling crept into my mind. Why were all these guys at home? Could it be…? Suddenly, I heard footsteps behind me. Turning around, I saw my mother carrying a tea tray as she came out of the kitchen. She paused slightly when she saw me, and said curiously, “You’re back? Huh? Why are you wearing so little? Aren’t you cold?”

I didn’t answer, but carefully observed her. To my surprise, my mother’s expression was completely calm, no different from usual, showing absolutely no remorse or unease. If I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes, I would never have believed that such a dignified and virtuous woman would have recently been having an affair with another man behind her husband’s back, and even so rashly going to his house… Humph, hypocritical mother, you’re quite good at hiding it!

I thought resentfully, my gaze moving downwards along her body. Although she hadn't changed out of her sexy and alluring outfit, her pink legs were now wrapped in stockings again, and her clothes looked much neater... She must have touched up her makeup on the way, and perhaps even bought new underwear, which was why she dared to come home so casually...

"What are you daydreaming about? Really..." Mom gave me a reproachful glare, seemingly embarrassed by my staring, and hurriedly went into the living room to pour tea for the guests!

"Sister-in-law, don't bother! Sit down, sit down and rest!" Uncle Chen took the teacup and said to Dad half-jokingly, "You're so lucky to have such a gentle and virtuous wife!"

"Isn't that right?" Uncle Zhang chimed in, "That's why I always said that you would never pick wildflowers by the roadside... It's obvious, the difference in class is too great!"

Mom glanced at Dad, saying with a half-smile, "He has the desire but not the courage..."

Everyone burst into laughter, and the atmosphere was quite harmonious. Grandpa Wang, his face etched with wrinkles, cleared his throat and said with a mature and serious tone, "However, who exactly was the woman who called that phone that night? We need to investigate that thoroughly!"

My heart skipped a beat, and I suddenly felt a little nervous. I really hoped that the massage girl I'd bribed wouldn't slip up. Luckily, Dad picked up the conversation, saying with a troubled expression, "How do we investigate? I checked the caller ID; she made the call from a public phone booth."

"It seems this woman has likely been bribed," Uncle Chen said thoughtfully. "You've been promoted to general manager, and a group of people under you have been resentful. They're probably secretly smearing you... Hey, sister-in-law, you should trust your husband. Don't let those petty people sow discord and take advantage of the situation, understand?"

My mother blushed at his words and quickly defended herself, "I never suspected him. I was just annoyed that he came home so late every day, drunk, so I deliberately tried to spite him!"

Uncle Zhang said in a strange tone, "Ah, brother, this is terrible! Your wife is upset that you pretend to be dead every night, neglecting her in your bedroom, hahaha..." As he spoke, he chuckled lewdly, his eyes leering at my mother's bare thighs under her short skirt...

I didn't want to listen anymore, so I turned back to my room, closed the door, and fell into deep thought. I never imagined Dad would bring out several leaders as intermediaries. These guys are always highly respected by Mom, and with their vouching, she'll almost certainly believe Dad's innocence. Besides, she herself did something wrong tonight, so it's a draw. From now on, Mom and Dad will most likely forgive each other and be friends again…

In short, all my previous efforts have been wasted! It's so frustrating! But wait… I still have an important videotape, and the contents are absolutely a bombshell. If Mom finds out her affair was filmed, she'll be terrified!

Okay, I'll use it to blackmail her! With this leverage, I don't believe Mom will have the courage to resist… Hmph, this time, I'm going to get her mature and alluring body, and then ejaculate inside her vagina… Yes, I'll make sure Mom can't live without me, and can never be without my penis… The sky is azure, so blue you can't see a single white cloud. The river is crystal clear, so clear you can see right to the bottom.

I sat on a rock on the bank, gazing lovingly at a young girl in the river. She was wearing a conservative swimsuit, splashing freely and comfortably in the waves, the glistening water droplets on her forehead and cheeks clearly visible, as joyful as a mermaid.

"Zhibin, come on!" She waved at me, her clear voice ringing out, "Come swimming! Let's see who swims faster, okay?"

"A race with you? I'd definitely win!" I shook my head with a smile. "Xiaojing, you'd better give up!"

"Oh, don't underestimate me!" Xiaojing's bright eyes widened, and she said defiantly, "Let's have a bet, the loser has to accept the penalty, how about it?"

"Sure, you think I'm afraid of you?" My temper flared, and I jumped into the river, splashed around a couple of times, and stretched out a wet arm, shouting, "I'll give you a twenty-meter head start! I'll definitely catch up to you before we reach that dam downstream!"

"Alright, let's start the race!" Xiaojing shouted unexpectedly, plunged into the water, and swam forward with agile movements. After she had swum some distance, I leisurely caught up with her.

After swimming a short distance, I realized that this girl's swimming skills were indeed quite good; no wonder she dared to challenge me. She seemed to become one with the waves, her arms paddling vigorously, her pink legs kicking, swimming freely in the river as if riding the wind and waves. If I wasn't careful, she might actually leave me behind!

I dared not be careless, so I quickly used my best skills, took a deep breath, and my limbs moved rapidly as if wound up. The bright sunlight shone on my cheeks, and droplets of water splashed into my eyes; the feeling was indescribably exhilarating…

Before long, I gradually closed the distance between myself and Xiaojing. Through the layers of waves, I could vaguely see her youthful and alluring body. I couldn't help but slow down, my heart pounding, and my hands and feet inexplicably cramping.

With a "splash," Xiaojing poked her head out from ahead. Seeing me so close, a look of surprise flashed across her eyes, then she giggled, "Less than fifty meters from the dam... Can't catch up! You can't catch up... Just give up!"

I looked up, and sure enough, the destination was right in front of me. Reluctantly, I asked, "What's the rush? We're not there yet! Besides, what if I could catch up?"

"Then I'll marry you!" she playfully made a face, looking incredibly cute.

My spirits lifted, and I suddenly leaped from the river, landing beside her as if on cloud nine. My hands shot out, grabbing her bare shoulders

, and I exclaimed triumphantly, "Still dare say you can't catch me? I got you in no time!" Xiaojing panicked, trying to shrink away, but I was prepared. I stretched out my long arms, firmly embracing her waist and pulling her into my arms. Instantly, her smooth, clean skin pressed against my body, bringing me a thrill I had never experienced before, and my breathing quickened...

"Brother Zhibin, you won!" Xiaojing said softly. She seemed to realize something too; her cheerful laughter turned bewildered, and a shy expression appeared in her eyes.

"Yes, I won! You just said you would marry me, didn't you?" I asked, my voice trembling. She sighed softly, "You are my family's great benefactor, who else could I marry if not you?"

"Xiaojing!" I shouted excitedly, embracing her delicate body tightly, and recklessly pressed a passionate kiss onto her cheek and sweet lips. She only symbolically flinched twice before obediently resting her head against my chest, tilting her pretty face up in response to my passion...

The river water was icy cold, but my body was burning hot. My hands involuntarily slid down her graceful curves, slowly touching her full breasts. Buoyed by the water, my hands effortlessly lifted her breasts…

Before I could even feel the softness of her breasts, Xiaojing suddenly trembled and forcefully pushed me away, her delicate body sliding several meters away like a fish, her face filled with fear and shame.

“Xiaojing, you…” I stared at her dumbfounded, unable to react for a moment.

“Brother Zhibin, how could you do this?” She covered her chest with her hands, her small mouth pouting as if she was about to cry, and said sadly, “How could you touch me here so casually? You just ruined my virginity like that?”

“What?” I was both angry and amused: “This is what you call ‘ruining’ virginity? That’s too much of an exaggeration!” Xiaojing’s face flushed red, and she said angrily, “What do you know? My grandma told me that a girl’s breasts are a symbol of chastity and should not be touched by men easily…”

“But you promised to marry me, so it’s not a big deal for your husband to touch them, is it?” I said with a grin.

Xiao Jing was speechless, her eyes instantly reddening, tears rolling down her cheeks like pearls. Suddenly, she said angrily, "Brother Zhibin, you're so disrespectful!" She swam quickly to the shore, grabbed her coat and draped it over her soaking wet body, then ran off without looking back.

I was startled and quickly called out, "Xiao Jing, Xiao Jing! I was just joking, don't be angry!" But by the time I climbed ashore, she was gone, leaving only my lonely reflection, shimmering forlornly and helplessly on the water.

"Sigh! This little girl, why is she always throwing tantrums for no reason lately..." I muttered to myself, feeling extremely frustrated, and couldn't help but kick hard! A pebble flew into the river, creating ripples... Suddenly, the sky turned black, so black that not a single star could be seen! The river water became murky, overflowing with filth and impurities!

A thick fog rolled in, blurring everything around us! I stood there, dazed, feeling as if the world was spinning, as if I were traversing layer upon layer of time and space…

Suddenly, everything blurred before my eyes! I rubbed my eyes and heard a gruff voice laughing triumphantly: “Haha, Sister Tang, your skin is so nice, it feels amazing to touch!” Then a familiar woman’s voice sobbed softly, whimpering in pain… I was filled with shock and rage. I grabbed an iron rod from beside me and strode towards the source of the sound, yelling, “You bastard, let her go!”

The fog dissipated, and Mr. Yang’s thin, sleazy figure came into view. He froze when he saw me and ran away without a word. Without thinking, I gave chase, a surge of anger rising in my chest, wanting to vent all the pent-up frustration on this guy.

The chase went on for what seemed like an eternity before Mr. Yang suddenly stopped, turned around, and a look of panic crossed his sallow face. He had nowhere to run; ahead lay a bare cliff.

"You bastard, you've finally met your match!" I sneered through gritted teeth, brandishing my iron rod, and pressed closer step by step.

"Don't come any closer...don't come any closer...help...don't come any closer..." Mr. Yang trembled with fear, stumbled back a few steps, his legs gave way, and he fell backward!

"Ah—" he screamed in despair as his body pierced through the swirling mist, plummeting straight into the bottomless abyss... I sat bolt upright in bed, drenched in sweat, yet my hands and feet were ice-cold! Outside, it was still pitch black, utterly silent. I glanced at the clock; it was 4:30 in the morning!

"It's...it's this time again!" I couldn't help but smile bitterly, recalling my first nightmare a few months ago, which also woke me up at 4:30. The difference was that this dream was even more chaotic, spanning past and present lives, mixing all sorts of events together.

I got up and drank some water to calm myself, and suddenly a strange question popped into my head—why do I sometimes dream as "Brother Zhibin," experiencing my past life firsthand; while other times I'm split into two people, even able to have conversations with him? What's going on? I lay back down, puzzled, unable to fall asleep again...

The next day at noon, my father, unusually, rushed home for lunch. As soon as he entered, he brought shocking news: "Do you know? President Yang is dead!"

My mother and I were both stunned and deeply moved. "Dead? How did he die?" Mom asked in a trembling voice.

"I heard that around four o'clock this morning, he suddenly ran naked to the rooftop of the hot spring hotel and jumped from the eighteenth floor!"

Dad looked surprised and said, puzzled, "This is strange, it seems a bit eerie!"

"Suicide? This...this can't be!" Mom's eyes widened in disbelief, and she murmured,

"He asked me out to dinner just a few days ago, how could he...he's dead today?"

“It can’t really be considered suicide!” Dad said thoughtfully. “According to the hotel security guard, his behavior before he died was very strange. He kept calling out, ‘Don’t come closer…help…don’t come closer,’ and his face emitted a ghastly green light, as if he had seen a living ghost. Then he lost his footing and fell…”

I shuddered, almost dropping my rice bowl. My heart nearly jumped out of my chest—Good heavens, Mr. Yang died like this! This…isn’t this almost identical to what happened in my dream? Could it be that this dream was actually real? Did I secretly kill him? But…but how could I do it? It couldn’t be a ghost…I dared not think any further…

"Did Mr. Yang...leave a suicide note?" Mom asked anxiously, her expression uneasy.

"At least we didn't find one on his body!" Dad waved his hand dismissively. "Forget it, it's better for someone as clueless as him to die. Let's not talk about him anymore..."

Mom nodded in agreement, letting out a long sigh of relief, and absentmindedly ate her food. It seemed that while Mr. Yang's death had deeply shocked her, it was also a relief in a way—after all, the man who had almost raped her and caused her immense humiliation was gone from her life forever!

But for me, perhaps the nightmare had only just begun… I suddenly realized that dreams and reality were intertwined, just as past lives and this life were tightly linked, pressing down on me like a heavy stone, making me restless…

“Xiaobing, what’s wrong? You look so pale?” A gentle voice interrupted my thoughts. I looked up and saw my mother looking at me with concern, asking anxiously, “Are you feeling unwell? Are you sick?”

“Um, I… I’m a little dizzy…” I forced a smile and said, “Maybe I didn’t sleep well last night. I’ll be fine after a nap!”

"Xiaobing, you need to rest more, don't overwork yourself with studying!" Dad put a piece of pork rib into my bowl and said with concern, "You should eat more... Compared to your peers, you're still too thin..."

I nodded meekly and ate the meal without much enjoyment. Back in my room, my mind was a jumbled mess... A long while passed, and I still couldn't come to a conclusion. My eyelids grew heavy, and I drifted off to sleep again...

As usual, I saw Brother Zhibin in that dark little room. Strangely, I didn't ask him anything! The "split" identity, the mysterious death of Boss Yang—these questions that plagued me in reality—I didn't mention a single word! It was as if some invisible force was preventing me from getting to the bottom of this…

“I know you want to use the videotape to blackmail me, but that will absolutely not work!” Zhibin said bluntly as soon as he saw me. “If you do that, the consequences will be disastrous! Not only will you not get your mother back, but you will also lose the bond between mother and son and the warmth of your family!”

I asked, puzzled, “Why?”

“There are many reasons. First, there’s my mother’s usual authority; second, there’s her strong sense of shame; and third, there are her deeply ingrained moral taboos. These factors determine that my mother will not negotiate with you… On the contrary, if it were that Mr. Yang who made the blackmail, she might give in…”

I said sullenly, “So you’re saying this videotape is completely useless?”

“Not at all, it depends on how you use it!” Zhibin still looked confident and said slowly, “Based on what happened tonight, I’ve already come up with the next course of action. That videotape will come in handy!”

"I seriously doubt whether your damn plan can even work!" I said, getting angrier and angrier. "I did exactly what you told me to do, and I almost sent Mom to her death... Besides, Mom and Dad have reconciled now and won't be easily swayed by others anymore. What good is your method anyway?" "

Don't be so untrustworthy... I'm sorry your mother almost got hurt, but we've also gained a lot!" Zhibin shrugged and smiled. "After Dad's sexual function was damaged, she hadn't had any pleasure for a long time. These days, she's been forcibly suppressing her desires with willpower... But that night, under the influence of the drugs, your mother's desires were suddenly released, and she tasted the long-lost pleasure... Hehe, no matter how self-controlled a woman is, once the dam of lust collapses, it's unstoppable..."

"But didn't you say that no matter how thirsty Mom was, she couldn't possibly shift her attention to me?"

“That’s right, that’s certainly the case for now!” Brother Zhibin said leisurely. “Therefore, our next goal is to arouse Mom’s latent desire as much as possible, and find ways to make it strong and boiling… to make her subconsciously realize with shame that she has a wanton and promiscuous body! However, we must not let her experience real sexual pleasure… When one day, Mom begins to fantasize about other men’s intrusion and relies on this to achieve orgasm, and her remaining rationality can no longer control her instinctive desires, then this step will be considered a success!”

These words were spoken so eloquently, with a wicked persuasive power. I was somewhat tempted again, and pondered, “It sounds very reasonable, but how can I seduce Mom? I don’t want to accidentally reveal my intentions, that would be terrible!”

"That's why I told you to make good use of that videotape!" Zhibin smiled slightly and said mysteriously, "Don't worry, I'll show you the specific steps... Just listen carefully..." Perhaps I had too many dreams, because my spirits were affected all afternoon, and I was listless and unmotivated in class. After two classes, I simply skipped class, secretly slipped out of the school gate with my schoolbag, and prepared to go home early. "

Little friend, please wait a moment!" As I was walking on the road, a kind and gentle voice suddenly rang in my ears. Looking up, I saw an old man with a simple and honest appearance standing next to me, wearing a faded old robe, waving at me. I glanced at him warily, ignored him, and continued on my way. These days, scammers are everywhere, and nine out of ten people who casually strike up a conversation on the street are not good people.

Unexpectedly, the old man caught up with me and blocked my way. He said solemnly, "Young man, your forehead is dark, your steps are unsteady, and you have a chilling aura about you... This is a sign that a great calamity is about to befall you!" So he was just a traveling fortune teller! In my usual temperament, I would have just sneered and left without a second thought. But for some reason, I blurted out today, "What kind of disaster is this?"

The old man scrutinized me carefully, pondered, and said, "Tell me the truth, have you been having any strange thoughts lately? For example, have you had any bizarre dreams?"

My heart pounded, and I exclaimed, "How did you know?"

"Hmm, I knew it!" The old man looked like a wise and experienced person, and said thoughtfully, "According to my keen observation, you are being haunted by a ghost..."

I froze, and repeated in confusion, "A ghost?"

"No, not an ordinary ghost, but more like a lingering resentment that hasn't dissipated for over ten years!"

The old man looked surprised and said in a low voice, puzzled, "Strange, according to common sense, once you are reincarnated, no matter how much resentment you had in your previous life, it should disappear. But why has it remained in you?" He paused for a moment, and slowly said, "Tell me your birth date and time!" I hesitated for a moment, but still told him the truth, my heart pounding.

The old man counted on his fingers for a while, then his eyes suddenly flashed with a sharp light. He said calmly, "You have a white jade vase at home, with a talisman on the bottom marked 'May 8th, 1984,' right?" I was so shocked I almost fell to the ground... This strange old man, how could he know these things? Could he really be a deity, able to foresee the future?

"The vase is intact, but the talisman has been torn off... Am I right?" The old man spoke again, sighing, "Alas, I went to great lengths to set up such a perfect magical artifact, but it was ultimately destroyed by someone..."

"What? You set up both the talisman and the vase?" I could hardly believe my ears and couldn't help but shout, "You're not joking, are you?"

"I wouldn't joke like that!" The old man said in an unquestionable tone, “Now please take me to your house immediately, and be quick... I’m not exaggerating, a crisis is imminent!”

“Crisis? What crisis?” I asked, bewildered.

"Haven't you realized it yet?" The old man stared at me, his expression stern. "You're regaining memories you shouldn't have, recalling facts you should have forgotten long ago! This is definitely not a good thing for you... Only by completely abandoning your past life can you truly integrate into this one without any attachments..."

"No!" I suddenly cried out, "I don't want to forget my past life... I don't want to..."

My words trembled with emotion, and I couldn't utter a single sentence. A faint feeling stirred within me: if I truly lost my memories of my past life, perhaps even my "Oedipus complex" would dissipate, and I would become a perfectly normal child. But if that were the case, what would be the point of my life…

The old man seemed to see right through me, and said earnestly, “I must remind you, some thoughts are absolutely forbidden! They may give you momentary pleasure, but they will also plunge you into an abyss of eternal damnation!”

“Get lost! You old fool, my affairs are none of your business!” I was struck where it hurt, and I cursed angrily, raising my fist and shouting, “If you keep talking nonsense, believe me, I’ll beat you to death!”

“A curse, a curse… it’s all fate…” The old man sighed sadly, and walked away with faltering steps, throwing back a sentence from afar: “Young man, I hope you take care of yourself. We’ll meet again!” His figure had disappeared across the street, but I still stood there, frozen, like a puppet!

Who was this old man who suddenly appeared out of nowhere? Was he a highly skilled master, or just a lucky conman? Would my rejection of his advice lead to an unpredictable disaster? However, if I heeded his advice, it might mean giving up my lust for my mother's body and being relegated to the role of "son" forever—how unwilling I was to accept that… I hesitated for a long time, my mind flashing between the tragic image of Mr. Yang's sudden death and my mother's naked, perfect body…

Finally, a conciliatory voice rang out: "Let's observe for a while! I'll make a decision after I've completed the third step!" Thinking this, I felt a little relieved and quickened my pace. Before school ended in the afternoon, I had to prepare a few things so I could begin my "plot" for the evening…

At 5:30 in the evening, my mother stepped into the house on time. She was carrying several bags of groceries, and as soon as she saw me, she called out, "Xiaobing, come help! Take these bags of cooked food and the shopping basket to the kitchen, be careful!" I did as she said, and casually asked, "You bought so much stuff?"

"Isn't it all to cook you something nice?" Mom sighed, taking off her high heels as she spoke, "You weren't feeling well at noon, maybe you didn't have much of an appetite! Tonight I'll make you some fresh dishes, I promise you'll enjoy them!"

"Mom, you're so good to me!" I said gratefully, a warm feeling welling up inside me. But this feeling only lasted a few seconds before disappearing! When Mom changed into her slippers, she naturally stuck out her buttocks, the tight skirt revealing an alluring, almost sinful curve...

My gaze was immediately drawn to her, and any remaining conscience vanished in an instant... Sigh, how annoying! If my mother's body weren't so mature and sexy, I would never have stooped to such despicable schemes against her, and perhaps I would have already heeded that strange old man's "advice"... But now, I can no longer suppress my wicked nature! Only by possessing my mother's womanly body can we both find liberation...

"By the way, Xiaobing, did any guests come looking for us?" My mother straightened up, her brows slightly furrowed as she asked.

"No!" I blurted out.

"That's strange!" My mother said in surprise, "Someone left a big paper bag at our door, with no address or signature. Could it be that some careless guest left it behind?"

My heart skipped a beat, but I pretended to be nonchalant and said, "Maybe they came to deliver a gift... Open the bag and see, maybe someone left a note inside."

"Hmm, that makes sense, I'll open it after dinner!" My mother said, placing the paper bag on the table, quickly tying her apron, and going to busy herself in the kitchen.

I felt slightly disappointed, but I didn't dare urge my mother, afraid of arousing her suspicion. After all, that paper bag was something I had prepared for her myself, containing something that would horrify and terrify her—a videotape containing explicit footage of her!

I had spent an entire afternoon copying and editing it; both the image and sound were top-notch. Moreover, I had deliberately cut out the scenes involving "juice" to make it impossible to tell that Mom had been drugged. Thus, the entire videotape was filled only with Mom's passionate gasps, ecstatic moans, and her half-covered, alluring body…

After dinner, I sat in the living room under the pretense of watching TV, my eyes constantly scanning Mom, eagerly hoping she would notice the paper bag soon… Finally, around eight o'clock, Mom, having finished her hot shower, picked up the paper bag, hesitated for a moment, then reached out and tore open the seal, taking out a brand-new videotape!

"Huh? What's this?" I heard her mutter softly, quickly averting my gaze, pretending to be engrossed in the TV, as if I hadn't noticed her actions. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Mom turning the tape over and over, looking puzzled, before walking into the bedroom.

"Great!" I excitedly pumped my fist, knowing she was going to put the tape in. In a few minutes, Mom would see herself on the screen, looking so wanton and slutty—so different from her usual dignified and elegant self…

Thinking back to the contents of the tape, my chest filled with contempt and hatred for Mom. The warm family affection I once felt vanished, replaced by a strong possessiveness… Hmph, you two-faced, despicable woman, you have such a promiscuous body, you only deserve to be my submissive plaything, you don't deserve to be my mother at all…

Yes, ever since witnessing her lewd performance after taking drugs, any respect I had for her had vanished. Now I preferred to call her "slut" rather than "Mom," even if only in my mind…

Suddenly, a "clink" sounded—a teacup shattered on its floor, accompanied by an unusual noise. I hurriedly and quietly ran to the door, straining my ears to listen carefully, but there was no sound from the bedroom again, as if nothing had happened!

Could it be... could I have misheard? Why was Mom silent? What was her reaction? I grew anxious, wanting to rush in and see the expression on that harlot's face. It must have been a mixture of panic, shame, and unease, perhaps even a guilty pleasure from having her privacy violated...

After a while, the door opened automatically, and Mom slipped out. Her face was very pale and her appearance quite haggard. She was clearly startled when she saw me and blurted out, "Xiaobing, what are you doing here? Is something wrong?"

"Nothing much, just wanted to keep my mother company!" I replied calmly, my gaze falling on a plastic bag she was carrying. I tentatively asked, "Um, what are you carrying?"

My mother trembled, instinctively pulling her hand back, her eyes darting away from my gaze. She forced a smile and said, "It's...it's a bag of trash. I was just about to take it out to throw it away!"

"Oh, let me help you!" I smiled insincerely, feigning helpfulness as I reached out to take it.

"No, no, I can carry it myself!" My mother immediately tensed up, a barely perceptible hint of panic flashing in her eyes. Her expression became unnatural, her hands and feet seemingly unsure what to do...

I saw it all and immediately understood... You bitch, only now you're scared? Hey, if you think throwing the bag away will solve everything, you're sorely mistaken! Thinking of this, a strong sense of vengeful pleasure welled up inside me, and I couldn't help but scare her by saying,

"Dad's back!"

"What?" Mom exclaimed in horror, almost losing her balance and falling to the ground, her voice trembling as she said, "Where...where is he?"

"Ah... I'm sorry, I made a mistake..." I shrugged nonchalantly and said apologetically, "It was the wind chimes ringing just now. I thought it was Dad taking out his keys to open the door!"

"You little rascal, you scared me half to death!" Mom came to her senses, stamping her feet in annoyance, patting her ample chest with lingering fear. Her two full breasts swayed slightly under her pajamas, like a pair of frightened little rabbits... One could imagine how bewildered and shaken she was...

"Huh? That's strange. Mom should be happy to hear Dad is back, why was she so startled?" I half-jokingly moved closer to Mom, leaving her speechless, her face flushing red and white with embarrassment... For some reason, I found myself admiring her flustered and embarrassed appearance! My subtle questioning was like an interrogation, making her reveal her true colors without her realizing it...

"I'm not talking to you anymore!" Mom probably realized she couldn't explain herself, and replied irritably, turning away in a panic. I knew she was in a hurry to deal with the videotape, so I didn't stop her. I just watched her retreating figure and sneered inwardly, a thought racing through my mind—it seems this move was the right one! Judging

from all the signs just now, Mom was indeed as I predicted, thrown into disarray and bewildered by this "pornographic film"! I was almost certain she would be overthinking all night, the more she thought, the more lost, anxious, and panicked she became…and this was exactly the effect I wanted!

In that paper bag, besides the videotape, I left not a single word, my purpose being to deepen Mom's fear and anxiety. Right now, what she wanted to know most was the other person's intentions—was it blackmail or extortion? And did they have malicious intentions?

But I deliberately wouldn't tell her! Yes, I wouldn't contact her for two days. I wanted Mom to spend these forty-eight hours in the agonizing torment of anxiety, worry, torment, and fear! I wanted to wear down her patience little by little! In this way, when I negotiate with her two days later, my mother's will will inevitably be on the verge of collapse, and she will easily succumb to her tyranny...

Mother ~ Two small, curved labia (8-12)

(VIII)

At 7:30, the news broadcast ended. I stood up from the sofa and said seriously, "Mom, I'm going to review my lessons. There's a physics test tomorrow, so don't bother me!"

My mother was sitting next to me in a daze. Hearing this, she nodded and said lightly, "Go ahead, and study hard!" After saying that, her eyes stared blankly at the TV screen again, her eyes full of confusion and bewilderment, as if she hadn't absorbed anything.

I was secretly pleased. For two whole days, although my mother pretended to be nonchalant on the surface, and even more so in front of my father, I could still see from many subtle details that she was definitely not at peace inside. She was like a frightened bird, tense all day long. She often gently bit her lip and stared at the floor for a long time. Her once beautiful and dignified face had lost its usual captivating smile.

After dinner tonight, Mom seemed quite distracted. I tried to engage her in conversation, but she only responded with half-hearted replies, completely uninterested. In just half an hour, she spaced out three times…

It seemed her mind was extremely agitated and restless! In other words, the time to act had finally arrived! I returned to my room, carefully locking the door in case someone suddenly broke in. Then I opened the drawer and took out a brand-new cell phone from under some clutter.

I bought it with Mr. Yang's money, and the SIM card was newly activated. The wad of cash I'd taken from him last time, when counted afterwards, amounted to a whopping 20,000 yuan! I'd never possessed such a large sum of money before; this was a windfall, perfect for the operation's funding! Hopefully, I can get my hands on Mom before this money runs out, which would be a small consolation to Mr. Yang's spirit in heaven…

“Beep, beep, beep…” I dialed my home phone number, and soon, a crisp ringtone came from the living room!

I put on a voice-changing mask, my heart pounding, my hands trembling slightly… It was a toy I bought from a children's toy store, capable of completely altering one's voice. But I wasn't entirely confident in it; if Mom found out I was playing a trick, the consequences would be unimaginable…

“Hello!” A familiar, soft voice came through; Mom had already answered the phone!

I took a breath, forcibly suppressing my fluctuating emotions, and used a strange, sharp, unpleasant tone to speak: “Hello, beautiful lady! Hehe, you must be lonely at home alone…”

“Who are you looking for? I'm hanging up if you don't tell me!” Mom said impatiently, her voice revealing her annoyance, but she clearly hadn't seen through my trick!

My confidence surged, and I calmed down. I said in a strange tone, "I was looking for you, my beauty. Didn't you receive the gift I sent you?"

"It's you..." Mom exclaimed suddenly, clearly flustered in the living room. She stammered, "Who...who are you? What do you want?"

"Me? Haha, you can call me Mr. Inner Demon!" I said slowly, "Because I am the demon hidden inside you, you just don't know it!"

"Nonsense! What...what demon is inside me?" Mom became anxious, her voice trembling. "That videotape, how...how did you get your hands on it?"

"That's none of your business! Anyway, it has nothing to do with Mr. Yang! Besides, I'm the only one who's seen the contents of the tape!"

There was silence on the other end of the phone. After a long while, Mom coldly spoke, "Tell me, what is your purpose?"

"Alright, my beauty, you're really straightforward! I'll be blunt then!" I paused, then said with a wicked grin,

"I don't have any other purpose, I just want to see your beauty in bed again..."

"Don't even think about it!" Mom cried out, filled with shame and indignation. "You're dreaming! I will never agree to this!"

"Don't be so sure, my beauty..." I said shamelessly. "You probably don't want your husband to see such a wonderful adult film, do you? Hehe..."

"You..." She was so angry that she couldn't speak.

“I almost forgot to mention! Your stockings are in my hands too!” I pretended to sniff, leering lewdly, “…My beauty, you’re so lewd. That day you even spilled your juices on your stockings, the smell is so strong…mmm, the stench still hasn’t dissipated…”

“Shut up! Shut up…” My mother was probably extremely ashamed. The usually gentle and refined woman had actually lost her temper, angrily scolding, “You scoundrel, you shameless rogue! The most despicable hooligan…”

“Haha, you’re right, I really am a hooligan!” I launched a psychological war, sharply saying, “You have a son, right? If I send him a copy of that videotape, what do you think his reaction will be after watching it?”

“No! I beg you…please don’t…” My mother immediately seemed to have been struck in a vital spot, her voice filled with panic. It seemed she was completely flustered and at a loss!

“What, my beauty, are you scared?” I chuckled coldly.

“No…” Her voice lowered, but her tone remained firm: “You’re the one who should be afraid… I’m warning you, this is extortion, and you’ll be imprisoned if you’re arrested!”

“Is that so?” I said nonchalantly, “But don’t forget, before you’re arrested, I can still ruin your reputation!” My mother choked, her breathing becoming heavier… I could even hear her heart pounding nervously…

“Don’t be so stubborn, my beauty, I know you’re scared!” I tried to soften my tone, speaking calmly:

"Don't worry, I won't rape you, and I certainly won't blackmail you... I want you to willingly throw yourself into my arms... But right now, I'm not planning to be rough with you..."

"Then... then what do you want to do?" Mom's tone softened, and she asked in a low voice. I grinned and said,

"Open the front door, flip over the doormat in the hallway, and you'll see an envelope. My request is written inside! As long as you do as I say, everything is negotiable..."

Mom hesitated for a moment, then decisively said, "Okay! I hope you won't go back on your word!"

*Click*, the phone rang! I let out a long sigh of relief, only then realizing that my forehead was covered in cold sweat. This was arguably the most risky operation of my life; a slight mistake could have meant total failure! Thankfully, I managed to successfully deceive Mom, preventing her from suspecting me, her own son...

Just then, I faintly heard the sound of the security door opening outside. It seemed Mom had gone to retrieve the envelope as instructed. It was another carefully prepared gift for her! Once she opens the envelope, she'll find a CD and a computer-printed letter with the following lines: "My beauty, please watch this CD carefully. Please note, you must watch every single scene attentively! Do not fast forward, and do not close your eyes! I will call you again in an hour! —Mr. Inner Demon, who knows the secrets of your body." What will Mom's reaction be after reading this? The clever girl probably already guesses what kind of DVD it is! She'll definitely be trembling with anger, but under pressure, she'll have no choice but to obediently submit…

The more I think about it, the more excited I become, and I can't help but recall the contents of the CD. It's an outright pornographic disc, telling the story of a white-collar woman in her thirties who is sexually harassed by numerous men in the office, and subsequently has physical relationships with colleagues, her boss, and clients. The plot is extremely simple, filled with explicit sex from beginning to end!

My mother, always so dignified, elegant, and reserved, has probably never seen such a "outrageous" film in her life! I wonder what expression her beautiful, pure face will have at this moment?

Will she stare intently, completely captivated? Will her face flush, her heart race, and her mature body begin to heat up? Or will she remain completely unmoved and indifferent? In any case, my mother is a normal woman; she must be somewhat aroused, right? As long as a trace of desire stirs in her subconscious, even if it's just a fleeting moment, even if it's immediately suppressed by her instinctive self-control, my efforts won't have been in vain…

Lost in these fervent fantasies, an hour quickly passed. I steadied my breathing, feeling much calmer than last time, picked up my phone, and calmly dialed a number.

After a while, the receiver was picked up, and a faint voice came through: "Hello!"

"How was it, my beauty? Did you finish watching the film?" I asked in a hoarse voice.

“I saw it!” Mom said briefly. Her voice was quite calm. After a pause, she said indifferently, “But I still don’t understand your purpose…”

“Don’t understand? Heh, my beauty, don’t pretend! Don’t you feel a little aroused? Don’t you feel a burning undercurrent overflowing in your lower abdomen?”

“I only feel nauseous, disgustingly nauseous!” Mom said coldly. Her words carried obvious contempt, as if she had seen through my sinister intentions and was mocking my futile efforts! It seemed that the obscene pornographic film hadn't stirred even the slightest ripple in her heart…

“No way!” I muttered under my breath, a sudden thought flashing through my mind. I immediately understood, and said calmly, “My beauty, tell me the truth, did you actually watch the whole thing?”

“Yes…yes!” “Then tell me, who did the female lead have sex with at the end?”

“This…it was with her boyfriend, right…” Mom hesitated, stammering, “I can’t remember…anyway, I watched it from beginning to end…”

“Pah, you’re lying!” I interrupted her sharply, grinning maliciously, “You slut, you’re asking for trouble…Fine, just you wait and see, tomorrow that videotape will be copied dozens of times and sent to every colleague’s desk at your workplace!”

"No!" Mom screamed, pleading frantically, "You can't do that...please don't..."

I ignored her completely, saying fiercely, "I want them all to see that the usually aloof and stern Miss Tang Jing is actually as wanton as a prostitute at heart, masturbating in front of other men and even having a shameless orgasm..."

"Stop...stop talking!" Mom suddenly burst into tears, choking back sobs as if she had collapsed, "Please stop talking, okay? I...I beg you..." Her sobs were weak and intermittent, and it seemed she had finally given in!

A surge of pleasure washed over me. I said in a low voice, "Listen, I'm giving you one last chance! Now turn on the computer and review this DVD again! Make sure you see every movement and every posture clearly! I'll call you again at ten o'clock to test you on a few questions… Hmph, if you make even the slightest mistake, you'll be humiliated tomorrow!" Without waiting for her reply, I hung up and slammed the phone onto the bed, my heart filled with rage.

My mother dared to disobey my orders and cut corners! She was utterly disrespectful! Heh, it seems I must find a way to crush her arrogance and plant the seeds of fear in her heart. Only then can I slowly control her body and soul, ensuring she never dares to resist my tyranny…

More than an hour later, the clock struck ten. My face was ashen as I dialed home again, saying ominously, "My dear, finished watching? I'm about to start the questions. I hope you haven't disappointed me this time!"

My mother seemed flustered, nervously saying, "So fast? But I... I'm not ready yet!"

I laughed and teased, "You've been studying very hard, worthy of praise... Now, answer the first question: In the whole movie, how many times did the female lead get fucked?"

"Um... five times!"

"What's her most frequent moan?"

"Further... harder... so good..." My mother stammered, her voice extremely unnatural.

I could easily imagine how embarrassed she was on the other end of the phone. The thought of my usually dignified mother being forced to utter such vulgarities made my penis instantly hard and erect...

"So, which man enjoyed raping her the most?"

"It was...it was a middle school student next door..."

"Very good, my beauty, you're so obedient! I'm very satisfied, I'll let you off this time!" I changed my tone abruptly, saying in an unquestionable voice, "Tomorrow evening, I'll put the next movie in your mailbox. You have to watch it carefully, just like before, and show me everything clearly... At the same time, I'll give you another test... Okay, I won't bother you tonight, sweet dreams!"

I hung up, carefully putting my phone away, feeling incredibly smug! This could be considered my first direct confrontation with my mother, and the result was very satisfying. First, I didn't reveal my identity, ensuring my safety. Second, throughout the several calls, I maintained the upper hand, exerting a strong intimidation on her with both words and presence. I'm sure that at that moment, Mom must have been both ashamed and angry, filled with fear and anxiety about the future…

“Mom, you look terrible. Is something on your mind?” The next day at dinner, I asked with feigned sincerity and concern.

Mom forced a smile and said, trying to cover it up, “It's nothing… I was just tired from work this afternoon and felt a little sleepy…”

"Is that so?" I stared at her, feigning distrust, and said bluntly, "But you look distracted, clearly troubled!"

Mom was startled, reached up to touch her cheek, and asked uneasily, "You...you can tell I'm troubled?"

"Of course, anyone with eyes can see it!" I said in an exaggerated tone, "I noticed it last night before bed, Mom's emotions seemed a bit unstable! Did someone upset you, and are you throwing a tantrum?"

Mom paused, a look of confusion flashing across her beautiful eyes, then disappearing. She took a sip of soup as if nothing had happened and said calmly, "Silly child, Mom is preoccupied with household chores. How can I have time to get angry with others? Hey, you're not allowed to tell Dad. He already has enough pressure at work. Don't add to his burden..."

I obediently nodded in agreement, but a strange feeling welled up in my heart... I instinctively sensed that Mom didn't seem to be "afraid." Deep down, besides fear, she had a complex mix of expectation and resentment. Perhaps, the real reason she didn't want her father to know wasn't as noble as she claimed…

“Are you full? Hmm, rest a bit and then go to your room to study!” Mom stood up, clearing the dishes as she spoke gently, “Try to do well on tomorrow's physics test…”

“Physics test? I already had it this morning!” I shrugged, grinning, “So I can relax tonight… By the way, Mom, you seem so troubled, can I chat with you for a bit?”

“Ah… no need!” Mom's shoulders immediately tensed, her expression stiffening. “Xiaobing, Mom has important things to do tonight, I don't have time to chat with you. You… you can watch TV by yourself…” She paused, then added worriedly, “Don't go near Mom's bedroom! I need to write some materials, your footsteps will interrupt my train of thought, understand?”

“Okay!” I replied calmly, walking into the living room and sitting down, occasionally stealing glances at her. I watched as Mom deftly and quickly finished her chores, tidying everything up perfectly in no time. Then, she took a shower, changed into a simple set of pajamas, her pretty face showing a mixture of emotions, and hurriedly slipped into her bedroom…

I glanced at the clock on the wall; it was only eight o'clock, a full two hours before my question! And a DVD only has about fifty minutes of content… Strange, why did Mom go in so early? Did she want to watch it a couple more times? Was she doing this because she was afraid of answering incorrectly and wanted to "review" it, or was there another reason?

My curiosity was piqued, and I really wanted to rush into the bedroom to find out. But after thinking it over, I decided against it. The plan is progressing smoothly so far, so we should proceed cautiously and avoid any further complications…

It was ten o'clock, and I slipped back to my room, dialed home, and started speaking in a affected tone: “Hey beautiful! Hehe, how was the movie today?”

My mother avoided answering, saying softly, “Just ask me any questions you have, I’m ready!”

“Hmm, first tell me, what does the male lead’s penis look like? Be specific!”

“It…it’s thick, long…it’s quite dark…uh, it…it’s covered in veins…and a lot of hair…oh right, it’s a bit curved…”

“Hey, wait a minute! You’ve said so much, why don’t you describe the urethral opening and glans? Trying to get away with this?” I reminded her maliciously.

Last night, all my questions were about the female lead, in order to reduce my mother’s resistance to pornographic DVDs. But this time, I decided to take a different approach, to steer her attention to that extremely obscene penis—something she wouldn’t even dare to look at normally!

That's right, I wanted to make Mom repeatedly recall and talk about this "tool" of hers, filling her with a sense of guilt and shame, while simultaneously deepening her impression! This way, I could gradually break down her strong defenses and slowly ignite her primal desires…

"Oh… the glans is triangular, a bit like a snake's head…" I could tell Mom was trying hard to control her emotions, but her breathing became rapid, and she gasped, "And the urethral opening… um, it has a fleshy ridge, and at the tip… clear… clear mucus…"

"What do those women do when their dicks are inside their cunts?" I teased her suggestively.

"They… look very… excited, their bodies trembling… constantly shouting…"

"What are they shouting?" I didn't give Mom time to think, pressing her relentlessly, "Tell me! What are they shouting?"

"Big dick… fucking… fucking me to death… I like it…"

"And you? Do you like it?" I suddenly changed the subject.

"I...I don't know..." Mom's voice trembled as she said, "Really...um...I don't know..."

"How could you not know?" I said, dissatisfied. "Then tell me, is the man in the DVD bigger, or is your husband's bigger?"

"The one in the DVD...bigger..."

"That's it...to tell you the truth, my thing is much bigger than the one in the DVD!" I lowered my voice and said in a seductive tone, "Tell me, do you want my thick, hard, hot, and long penis to go inside your cunt?"

"..." "Close your eyes and imagine, how comfortable it would be if such a magnificent thing could enter your body and thrust in and out...ah...I guarantee you would experience unprecedented pleasure..."

"That...that won't do, I can't...I'm sorry to my husband..." Mom said weakly, without a trace of disgust in her tone, only hesitant wavering...

"But he can't satisfy you at all!" I continued to tease her with my words, saying lightly, "My beauty, don't go against your body, hehe...I bet your nipples are already hard, aren't they?"

"No...no..."

"Then what about your legs? Aren't they already tightly clenched? I bet you're unconsciously twisting your thighs, rubbing your already engorged labia! Am I right..." "

You...you're filthy! I don't want to hear it...don't call me anymore...I'm hanging up..." Mom's voice trembled even more violently, filled with the shame of having her secret exposed, as if she wanted to cover up her unease with a shout... I coughed

and said ominously, "Okay, that's enough for tonight! Tomorrow, we'll see each other at the same time!" After saying that, I decisively hung up the phone, put it away, and jumped around on the bed, wanting to shout with excitement!

I really didn't expect that after giving her only the second DVD, Mom's self-control would drop so much, and she could hardly control her lust! It seems that her usual restraint and conservatism were just an illusion! Perhaps deep within my mother's soul, a burning, unspoken desire is raging. If I can unleash it, it will utterly consume her morality and reason…

At that time, I must remove her mask of pretense of nobility and reveal her as a woman! A naked woman, driven by primal animal instincts, her mind consumed by the word "sexual intercourse"… Time flies, and two months have passed in the blink of an eye. The weather is gradually getting hotter, and summer is approaching!

During this time, I continued to tirelessly deliver pornographic films to my mother, rain or shine. Hong Kong, Taiwanese, Japanese, and Western pornographic films bombarded her relentlessly, without a single day's interruption. The stock at the five or six nearby rental shops was quickly emptied, and they could no longer provide any fresh material. Eventually, I had to painstakingly download them from the internet and burn them onto CDs to maintain the massive supply.

As for 10 PM every night, it became a time my mother and I eagerly awaited. Over the phone, I constantly teased her with vulgar language, my words becoming increasingly explicit and frivolous each day, openly expressing my intense possessiveness towards her body.

Under my relentless onslaught, my mother panicked like a little girl, struggling to resist. She was often overwhelmed by my barrage of questions, both ashamed and anxious. Her weak posture, a mixture of reluctance and inability to stop, completely exposed the restless emotions within this mature woman, and the conflicted psychology of being deliberately seduced… As for me, after repeated reflection and practice, my questioning skills improved significantly.

Simply put, I used a combination of coaxing and intimidation, asking about the content of the films while simultaneously trying my best to entice my mother into having lewd thoughts, instilling obscene ideas into her mind! I wanted to gradually guide her from resistance to habit, then from habit to numbness, and finally to it becoming an inseparable, fundamental need in her subconscious…

This tactic actually worked quite well. Under the dual stimulation of pornographic films and explicit language, my mother gradually fell into an inescapable trap. For the first two weeks, she would feign modesty and rebuke me for the vulgar words I uttered, but later she gradually fell silent, replaced by occasional panting. A few times, when I described them particularly vividly, she even let out a couple of slightly emotional moans, then struggled to suppress them, but her breathing became even more rapid!

Time flowed by day after day. As time went on, my mother probably realized that the strange "demon man" wasn't so scary after all; so far, his molestation of her had only been limited to phone harassment, and he seemed to have no intention of further assault. So she gradually relaxed and returned to a normal life. From what I've observed, she's no longer as tense and worried as she was at the beginning. Her complexion has regained its rosy hue, and the faint sorrow between her brows has disappeared, though she still occasionally reveals concern.

If there's one change, it's in her evening routine. Before, after finishing her chores, she would always take a nice hot bath first, then go to the living room to watch TV or check on my studies.

Now, every night after her bath, she hides in her bedroom and doesn't show herself for hours. She only emerges, looking exhausted, after the phone call ends, and then goes back to the bathroom to shower again.

"Mom, what's wrong with you lately? Why are you taking two baths a day?" I asked, feigning ignorance, as she was about to enter the bathroom once.

"Um, it's hot... and I've got so much to do, I sweat a lot..." Mom's expression became unnatural as she tried to cover it up, saying, "Washing more will make you feel better..."

"Is that so?" I glanced sideways at the underwear she was holding, a slightly mocking smirk playing on my lips, my eyes filled with contempt and disdain... Hmph, you shameless slut! She must have been secretly masturbating behind closed doors just now! Perhaps the underwear covering her buttocks is already soaked through, saturated with her body odor! Otherwise, why would she need to change her underwear twice in one night?

"You little devil, what are you laughing at?" Mom's face flushed red, and she gave me a reproachful glare before stumbling inside, the sound of running water immediately filling the air...

"Shameless woman, I didn't even tease you much! And yet you shamelessly act so wanton..." I gritted my teeth in anger, my emotions incredibly conflicted! On the one hand, I tried every means to seduce my mother, to arouse the sexual desire in her body, fearing that I might not be able to make it boil; but on the other hand, I hoped that she would be as pure and innocent as a saint, able to refuse any man's harassment without hesitation or coldness!

What a complicated feeling this was! Unfortunately, my mother did not understand at all that her own son wanted her to play the role of an unapproachable noblewoman in front of any other man (including my father), who would not allow them to touch her! But when she was alone with me, she would be naked, exposing her beautiful body, releasing all her passion without reservation...

Another half month passed in a flash! At seven o'clock that evening, my mother was washing dishes in the kitchen when the front door suddenly opened, and my father, with a shiny face, strode into the house.

"Hey, why are you back so early today?" Mom peeked out at the sound of his voice, looking at him with surprise and asking, "Are you done with work at the company?"

"How could I be done? So many projects!" Dad greeted me warmly, then walked over to Mom and said with a smile, "I took a day off today to come home and spend the weekend with my dear wife, enjoying some family time!"

"Hmph, do you even remember this home?" Mom turned her pretty face away, feigning anger, and said irritably, "These past few months, you've either been staying out all night or only coming home after I've fallen asleep! Tell me, what do you think this place is? A hotel?"

"Don't be angry, my dear wife! I knew you couldn't sleep alone, so I canceled all my social engagements and came back early..." Dad grinned and leaned closer, putting his arm around Mom's waist, kissing the back of her neck, and whispering a few words in her ear.

"I'm going to die, I'm going to die... You old lecher..." Mom's cheeks flushed red, and she punched his chest a few times with her fists, stamping her foot and scolding coquettishly, "How can you say such things in front of your son?"

"What does it matter? Your son isn't an outsider!" Dad turned to me and winked, half-jokingly saying, "Xiaobing, Dad is just concerned about Mom, but she's too embarrassed to listen..."

I chuckled dryly, casually offering a few perfunctory words. Though I appeared calm on the surface, I felt truly uneasy inside. It had been a long time since I'd seen my parents be so affectionate! It made me realize that no matter how much I tried to sow discord or isolate them, Dad always held an important place in Mom's heart, a place that would perhaps never fade... Jealousy flared up again. I sat expressionlessly on the sofa, coldly observing their every move.

Clearly, Mom was quite happy. She personally prepared Dad's bathwater and then brewed his favorite Longjing tea. After Dad finished showering, the two of them sat down in the living room, chatting and laughing, their relationship filled with a warm and happy atmosphere.

However, Dad was probably too tired from a busy day, because after chatting for an hour or so, his eyelids gradually became heavy, and soon he was snoring evenly. Seeing this, Mom smiled and quickly woke him up, telling him to lie down and rest properly. Then she told me to go to bed early too, and turned to follow her into the bedroom.

I stared at her back, feeling truly resentful, but helpless. I could only turn off the TV and return to my room dejectedly. After sitting there blankly for a while, a wicked thought suddenly flashed through my mind!

No matter what, I couldn't let them have it easy tonight! I was going to ruin this "adulterous couple's" sweet time together and cast a dark shadow over their happiness!

Okay, let's do it! I looked up at the alarm clock; it was exactly ten o'clock. So I took out my phone and resolutely dialed home!

The call connected, and as usual, I spoke in a hoarse, strange voice, "Hello, my beauty! How did you like today's movie?"

"Ah... I haven't watched it yet!" Mom exclaimed.

I sneered, "Why? You don't want to listen to me again, do you?"

"No, no..." Mom became a little nervous and lowered her voice, "My husband is home tonight, I don't have a chance..."

"Is that so? My beauty, but couldn't you hide and watch it secretly?" I said, pretending to be angry, "That's a lame excuse, not a reason for you to disobey orders!"

At that moment, I heard my father muttering softly through the microphone, as if he had been startled awake from his sleep. His mother's voice drifted away as she explained, "It's a colleague from work calling; they need to discuss some business!" Then, her footsteps echoed, seemingly from the other end of the bedroom. She pleaded softly, "Please, I really can't find a chance today… How about this, I'll finish watching the movie tomorrow night, we can watch both at once…"

"That won't do! I can't sleep without hearing your answer!" I said with a sinister grin. "My dear, please, at least chat with me for a while! Otherwise, we'll both be very lonely…"

"How can we chat? I… my husband is right next to me…"

"Hehe, I have an idea! Let's hang up now, and after midnight, your husband and son will definitely be asleep. Then you can wait for my call in the living room!"

"This… this won't work!" his mother hesitated. "…The ringtone will wake them up!"

"That's easy! Unplug the extension in the bedroom, then turn the ringtone in the living room down. That should fool them!"

"Hmm... okay!" I hung up the phone, a strange excitement welling up inside me! I'd never known what my mother's expression was like when she talked to me on the phone, but today the opportunity had finally arrived! If I prepared properly, I might be able to see more clearly the wantonness and flirtatiousness hidden in her bones...

At exactly twelve o'clock, the bedroom door opened on time, and my mother, wearing a loose nightgown, slipped out and tiptoed into the living room. She didn't turn on the light, just sat down on the sofa in the dark, staring at the telephone on the table, sighing softly, and muttering to herself, "What... what am I doing? Sigh..." She seemed to have something on her mind, completely unaware that I was hiding on the balcony adjacent to the living room, watching her through the gap in the curtains.

Because of the clever angle, I could vaguely see the scene in the living room by the light from the outside lamp and the moonlight. But the voices coming from inside startled me. To avoid my mother hearing anything on the balcony, I quietly reached out and closed the glass window tightly to block out the sound! That way, as long as the noise wasn't too loud, she was unlikely to find me.

After catching my breath, I dialed the phone again: "My beauty, you're right on time! How about it? Were you looking forward to this moment?"

"You...you, when are you going to stop bothering me?" My mother's voice was full of annoyance, and she said resentfully, "I told you long ago, I...I would never betray my husband...you should just stop this pointless behavior!"

"Hey, my beauty, don't get angry...I won't call anymore once you've rediscovered the joy of sex!"

"I'm already happy, you don't need to worry about me!" my mother said petulantly.

"Haha, don't try to fool me, my beauty! A woman in love doesn't look like this!" I said bluntly. "I dare say your husband hasn't had sex with you in a long time, hasn't he?"

"I..." "Don't suppress your desires anymore!" I said in a threatening tone. "My beauty, I really want to rush to your house right now, roughly strip you naked, and have sex with you in the most lewd way!"

"You...you dare!" My mother panicked.

"What's there to be afraid of?" I sneered, pressing my advantage. "My beauty, I'm certain that although you appear noble and aloof on the surface, deep down you secretly crave to be violated by a man... Sometimes, you even hope that a man will rape you in the most savage way, so that you can satisfy your shameful desire to be conquered..."

"No...no..." Mom couldn't hold back any longer, her voice trembling as she rebuked, "You're filthy...shameless..."

"But you like this kind of shamelessness, don't you?" I softened my tone, gently enticing her, "If you don't want me to strip you naked, why don't you just take your clothes off yourself?"

"I...I can't do this..." Mom mumbled her refusal, but I could tell she didn't have a strong desire to resist.

"Take them off, expose your body naked, you'll feel unprecedented pleasure...Anyway, no one will see, so what are you afraid of? Why not try it?" I said lewdly and provocatively while intently watching the living room.

The moon was gradually setting in the west, and my mother's figure was no longer directly visible, only a long shadow cast conspicuously on the wall. The figure hesitated for a moment, then slowly raised her right hand, loosening the belt around her waist with slight frustration, and laboriously removed her pajamas.

I could hardly believe my eyes, and was momentarily stunned! But my mother didn't stop, continuing to remove her bra… A moment later, she even reached down and unhooked her bra, and two full breasts suddenly sprang out, casting a clear image on the wall…

My gaze immediately went blank, my eyes fixed on them, not blinking. Even though I was only seeing a shadow, I still felt my mouth go dry, and my heart pounded wildly—my mother had never exposed herself like this in front of me before; this time, I was truly in for a treat!

Under the light, Mom's figure was distorted to a certain extent. Her body seemed longer and her waist more slender, and the shadows cast by her breasts were exaggeratedly large. The round, fleshy mounds looked like two large melons, trembling precariously on her chest. This bizarre distortion created a strong visual effect, arousing even more perverse and sinful desires in one's heart...

"My beauty, you've taken off your clothes, haven't you? So good..." I swallowed and said, "How is it? Do you feel cool and comfortable now? Doesn't a long-lost wonderful feeling spread through your body?" Mom began to breathe heavily, letting out a soft "hmm" in an almost inaudible voice, her chest rising and falling slightly.

I continued to give instructions in a magnetic voice: "Come on, lift your chest... higher... higher... yes, just like that... take a breath! Quick, take a deep breath..."

Under my persuasive commands, Mom seemed to be hypnotized and obeyed without question! She thrust her already high breasts higher and higher, then inhaled deeply! Instantly, her flat stomach sank in with each breath, making her full breasts appear even more prominent, bulging and plump like inflated balloons. 10-09
(Nine)

"Don't worry about it! I believe you even if you don't!" Xiao Jing replied defiantly, then paused and said, "Master Yun has promised me that he will perform a ritual for us in a week to seal away all the harmful thoughts in my son's mind, so we won't have to worry about him anymore..."

"There's nothing to worry about!" The slick-haired man interrupted her, saying in a muffled voice, "If you're really that scared, you might as well give this little devil away to someone else to raise..."

"You're talking nonsense!" Xiao Jing's pretty face turned pale with anger, and she said angrily, "My son is someone I gave birth to with great difficulty, he's flesh of my flesh! No matter what he did in his past life, I will never abandon him. You... you're being so heartless..." Her eyes reddened, and tears flowed uncontrollably.

The slick-haired man could only try to comfort her, saying, "Alright, alright... I was just joking! How could I abandon my own son?" He then leaned in, feigning affection, to kiss my cheek, but Xiao Jing rudely brushed him off.

"Look at that weird, forced smile of yours! Don't scare him..." Xiao Jing held me tightly, her face full of tension, as if facing a malevolent beast. The slick-haired man, thoroughly annoyed by her antics, could only awkwardly walk away.

"My dear child...don't be afraid...Mommy will always protect you..." She gazed at me with loving eyes, her face radiating a holy maternal glow. Leaning against her warm, soft embrace, I suddenly felt a sense of peace and tranquility; the anger that had filled my chest dissipated, and I gradually closed my eyes...

When I opened them again, I was in my own bedroom. Outside the window, the night was still pitch black, and the small alarm clock on the table, as usual, was pointing to "4:30."

"Another...another dream!" I smiled wryly, wiping the cold sweat from my forehead. To be honest, I increasingly dislike having these kinds of dreams.

But they haunt me like a demon, making me recall more and more about my "past life" every now and then... However, if this dream was real, what does it mean?

Could it be...that I did retain memories of the past when I was born? And were they only later artificially erased? And what about that "master" Xiaojing mentioned? Could he be the strange old man I met on the street?

I felt myself sinking deeper into a whirlpool, with no way to climb out… Time passed day by day, and my relationship with my mother became very delicate.

On the one hand, she still showed some fear and worry about my harassment as her "inner demon." But on the other hand, under the constant bombardment of pornographic DVDs, vulgar questions, and explicit words, she gradually became somewhat lost, and her self-control weakened day by day!

Most intriguingly, under my combined soft and hard tactics, my mother's seemingly impenetrable hard shell was gradually peeled away. She no longer acted as reserved and aloof as before; when talking to me, she no longer deliberately avoided those unspeakable words.

On the contrary, she became obedient and cooperative. Although she was still quite shy when talking about those obscene scenes, she was already able to stammer out some lewd words.

Whenever I heard phrases like "big dick," "slutty pussy," or "it's killing me," coming through my mother's soft, beautiful voice on the phone, I felt an overwhelming excitement. A little more teasing would then make her gasp and moan involuntarily quicken.

Then, my mother and I would naturally begin to comfort each other, simulating sex through sound waves. Often, this would last for an hour or two, culminating in our frenzied, excited cries, and we would both reach climax in perfect unison…

Initially, my mother was disgusted by this behavior, and after each orgasm, she would be filled with remorse, repeatedly telling me, and perhaps warning herself, that this was the last time she would indulge! But the next day, before I could even say a few words, she would be quickly swallowed by the tide of lust again. After this happened

many times, my mother probably finally realized she was hopelessly addicted and resigned herself to the fate of this sinful and stimulating game with me! As for Dad, he continued his usual routine of leaving early and returning late, diligently working and rarely seeing me for days at a time.

If he knew that Mom had already betrayed him emotionally, secretly having a passionate affair with a complete stranger, even engaging in a virtual "sexual relationship," he would probably be so angry he'd vomit blood and die! However, on the surface, life at home remained perfectly normal and peaceful.

Mom skillfully concealed everything. In front of Dad, she remained a virtuous, dignified, and hardworking wife; in front of me, she continued to play the role of a pure and radiant mother. Whether in her speech or gestures, she exuded elegance, tranquility, and gentleness, without the slightest hint of frivolity or promiscuity.

If one didn't know the inside story, no one would believe that such a pristine and virtuous wife and mother would disregard her reputation and dignity, unable to control herself, flirting on the phone, masturbating, and having sex with another man.

But regardless, just as planned, Mom's instinctive desires were gradually aroused, perhaps soon to boil over completely, pushing her further and further down the abyss of depravity, ultimately leading to a double descent into physical and spiritual ruin…

In short, the third step of the plan had succeeded. Mom could only experience pleasure and climax by fantasizing about the intrusion of "Mr. Inner Demon." But for some reason, besides the joy of success, I also felt a faint unease…

"My beauty, did you see the gift I gave you?"

"Yes… How could you give me something like this?"

"Why not? Don't you like it?"

"Don't be so rude! This is something only a lowly prostitute would wear…" I couldn't help but laugh, and the scene on the other end of the phone involuntarily appeared before my eyes—my beautiful and charming mother holding the phone in one hand, pulling a pair of underwear out of a beautifully wrapped gift box with the other, biting her lip shyly, her flushed face full of bashful embarrassment.

"How could that be? A woman of the night wouldn't dress so provocatively," I chuckled softly. "My beauty, I carefully selected this according to your hip measurements; it'll definitely be comfortable and fit you perfectly!"

"No...no, this is too embarrassing!" my mother scolded, still refusing to agree.

And it was no wonder; it was a thong-style sexy panty, its design outrageously daring. The fabric used was extremely minimal, practically just two black ropes tied together. The front was a small, transparent piece of fabric, barely covering the triangular area where her legs met, leaving her private parts barely visible; the back was even more exaggerated, consisting of only a single strap, completely exposing her buttocks.

"How could that be?" I said calmly. "Don't you have a few pairs of sexy lingerie like this in your own closet?"

"Yes, I do..." Mom said embarrassedly, "But, nothing this exaggerated! At most, it's just semi-transparent material..."

"My dear, don't be so conservative!" I interrupted her, encouragingly saying, "Believe me, this lingerie is designed for women like you with such a perfect figure! After you put it on, I guarantee you'll experience a unique pleasure unlike anything you've ever felt before..."

"Really?" Mom was a little hesitant.

"Of course it's true!" I said in a deep voice, "You know, if you want to continuously enjoy sexual pleasure, you need all sorts of novel stimulation... It's precisely because this lingerie's level of exposure exceeds your tolerance that I want you to wear it... You'll find that the more nervous and embarrassed you feel, the stronger the pleasure will be..."

The person on the other end of the phone listened quietly without saying another word. But then a rustling sound came from inside. Clearly, Mom had been swayed by what I said and was hesitantly pulling down her pants, preparing to try on the "gift" I'd bought for her.

I couldn't help but feel secretly pleased, almost bursting out laughing! This was already the fourth step of my plan! Mom would never guess the real reason I gave her this thong! Suddenly, Zhibin's words from last night echoed clearly in my ears: "...As a middle-aged woman whose body is increasingly empty, your mother's vigorous sexual desire has indeed been fully aroused by you! However, this does not mean that she will accept incest or agree to you taking possession of her mature body... After all, the moral taboo formed over decades still holds sway in her mind, making it difficult for her to overcome her emotional barriers and have sex with you..." "

Actually, the main reason your mother rejects incest is that deep down, she instinctively believes that such behavior is worse than that of animals, and even thinking about it makes her feel ashamed... However, everything has two sides. 'Shame' can sometimes be a catalyst for lust, bringing a strange, criminal-like stimulation! It's like a woman wearing a miniskirt; when she notices someone peeping at what's under her skirt, she feels extremely ashamed, but at the same time, she also experiences a kind of illicit pleasure from being spied on! Often, the more private the part being seen, the more excited and stimulated she feels..."

"Therefore, the fourth step of the plan is to gradually take measures to subtly connect the source of her 'pleasure' with the things she used to despise and scorn! We must ensure that her orgasms are always accompanied by shame…

Ultimately, we must achieve this goal—your mother will painfully discover that normal flirting can no longer excite her; only shame can arouse her desire, and the more shameful and lewd the thoughts, the more her desire will boil…"

"Once you've achieved this, incest will no longer be an insurmountable obstacle in her mind!

And the smooth development of the situation will inevitably lead to this result: her subconscious will tell her that only the most shameful act—incest with her own son—can bring her the most exciting orgasms…"

"Hey, you lecher, I've changed…" My mother's gentle voice interrupted my thoughts, hesitatingly saying, "But… I don't have that… that special feeling!"

"Really? My beauty!" I replied casually. "I'm afraid you didn't pull these stockings up properly... Don't deny it, I know you only pulled them up to your thighs, far from the top... Listen to me, pull them up a bit higher..." "Ugh, I can't... I can't pull them up any higher..." Mom mumbled, "They're already touching the bottom, almost sinking in..."

"Sinking in? What do you mean?" I asked, feigning surprise.

"You... you're so mean! I'm not talking to you anymore!" Mom's tone was like a spoiled child.

"I see, you mean 'eating the fabric,' right?" I said with a wicked grin, "Tell me quickly, how far have you sunk? Have they already dug into those two petals?"

"Don't... don't ask, it's so embarrassing..."

"Tell me, tell me quickly!" I pressed on relentlessly.

“Um… that line is stuck in… that crevice…” Mom mustered up her courage and said in a low voice, “It’s tickling me so much… it’s killing me…”

“Where does it tickle? Is it your pussy?” I teased her blatantly.

"You bad man, you...you're teasing me...oh..." Mom could barely speak anymore, only panting and trembling. It seemed she was about to climax again...

I listened silently into the microphone until her breathing calmed down, then smiled and said, "How was it? Did you appreciate the magic of those pantyhose? If it weren't for them, you wouldn't have gotten into the mood so quickly tonight."

"This...what does this have to do with it?" Mom asked doubtfully. She paused, then said shyly and slightly angrily, "In the end, it's all because of you...you're so annoying...always saying lewd things to tease me..."

"My beauty, you finally acknowledge my worth, that's wonderful...but I still have to ask, if those pantyhose hadn't given you such a strong sensory, tactile, and psychological shock, would you have been able to enjoy yourself so much?"

Mom was speechless, saying vaguely, "Um...this...I hadn't thought that much about it..."

"Trust me, it's true!" I emphasized, speaking in a deep voice, "My beauty, I want you to wear these pantyhose to work tomorrow morning..."

"No way!" Mom almost instinctively cried out, flustered, "This is too outrageous, I... I'll be laughed at..."

"Who would know? If you take proper precautions, you won't have to worry about showing too much..."

I teased casually, "Think about it, as long as those pantyhose are on your butt, you can enjoy unparalleled urges anytime, anywhere! When you need to, just hook your fingers on the straps and pull, and you'll immediately experience the pleasure of being violated... My beauty, this is the perfect product for masturbation, perfect for your sensitive body..."

"I don't care, I'm not wearing them... absolutely not!" Mom's tone was full of complex emotions of love and hate, and at the same time, a "bang bang" sound came from the receiver, clearly she was angrily pounding the edge of the bed.

"Fine, whatever!" I shrugged and hung up the phone nonchalantly, secretly deciding that this time I would just observe and wait, no longer using force to make Mom submit!

After all, while coercion is an effective method, it can only temporarily make Mom's mature body yield to instinctive reactions, and it can't break down her mental defenses at all! So this time, I must make Mom surrender willingly, turning passivity into initiative, pushing herself into the abyss of indulgence...

"Xiaobing, aren't you going to school? It's almost eight o'clock!" In the morning, Mom, dressed elegantly and appropriately, walked out of the bedroom, picking up her small handbag as she looked at me with surprise.

"School's closed for studying today..." I answered briefly, my gaze sweeping over her a few times. To my disappointment, Mom was wearing light blue trousers today. Although it showed off her long, slender legs, overall, the outfit looked much more conservative.

“Then you should stay home and study hard!” Mom said, sitting down in a chair, slightly crossing one leg, and slipping her high heels on.

It was an ordinary action, nothing particularly noteworthy. But suddenly, I noticed a strange change in Mom's expression! Her face flushed with embarrassment, a few beads of sweat appeared on her nose, and her straight, pink leg froze halfway up, neither going up nor down, as if under a spell.

A thought flashed through my mind, and I suddenly understood… this succumbing to temptation had indeed changed into those sexy panties! But she was still somewhat shy, which was why she had abandoned the skirt suit and put on trousers instead. But the tight straps of her pantyhose constricted her, and even the slightest movement of her leg aggravated her sensitive muscles, trapping her in this awkward, immobile situation…

“Hey, you slut! You’re already acting like a horny woman before you’ve even left the house… Fine, let me see how ugly you are in front of your own son!” I thought bitterly, turning my head away, but my eyes remained fixed on her out of the corner of my eye.

At this moment, Mom probably realized something was wrong. She gave a soft “humph,” biting her lip with her white teeth, her slender body swaying slightly as she carefully moved her pink legs, her delicate hands trembling as she slipped on her high heels. Then, she slowly lowered her legs…

“Slap!” I suddenly clapped my hands together, unexpectedly producing a crisp sound!

“Ah—” Mom cried out in fright, her legs involuntarily kicking out and landing heavily on the floor. She turned to look at me, about to speak, when suddenly she began to tremble nervously, her hips jerking twice in the chair before her body slumped weakly against the back… She composed herself and asked guiltily, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, just killed a mosquito!” I flicked my fingers, saying casually.

“You little rascal, you’re playing a prank!” Mom was both amused and annoyed. Her pretty face flushed red as she stood up, not daring to look me in the eye, and hurried out as if fleeing.

Staring at her graceful figure, an indescribable feeling welled up inside me: Who would have thought that a woman as elegant and beautiful as Mom, under that sophisticated and fashionable outfit, would wear such daring and provocative underwear? I could imagine that Mom would be constantly stimulated today, frequently on the verge of arousal!

This was exactly what I wanted to achieve… Yes, I wanted to gradually get my mother used to these panties, even to this kind of wanton and lewd behavior… When she considered masturbation, mixed with the pleasure of illicit affairs, as part of her daily life, I could then begin to plan my actual actions…

Time passed like flowing water, and under my patient guidance, my mother's underwear became increasingly frivolous and unrestrained. The conservative clothes that used to be displayed in the closet were gradually replaced by the erotic outfits I gave her every day.

These expensive bras and panties, in various styles, all seemed to share a common characteristic: an alluring and provocative appearance. And as predicted, Mom became increasingly enthusiastic about wearing these hot and seductive lingerie in public.

Of course, her outward appearance remained quite dignified and self-possessed, maintaining a cold indifference towards the many admirers around her. But only I knew that her body was burning with desire, ready to ignite her lust at the slightest spark!

This filled me with both excitement and unease. Seeing her unknowingly descend into depravity, so close to the trap I had laid, was certainly the best thing I had ever dreamed of, but I often felt a sense of unease: if things continued this way, would Mom's personality be completely distorted, turning her into a shameless, promiscuous harlot?

However, having come this far, neither of us could back down. Even knowing that what lies ahead is a dark abyss, I would still hold my mother and jump in without hesitation! Perhaps this is fate, a way to repay the karmic debt of a past life's unrequited love through the destruction of ethics in this life…

All I have to do now is wait! Wait for the right opportunity, when my mother's resistance is at its weakest, to unexpectedly instill the thought of "incest" into her mind, so that even though she knows how dirty, shameful, and sinful this thought is, she cannot shake it off…

Fortunately, I didn't have to wait long; the opportunity came! My mother's workplace, the Municipal Bureau of Culture, in response to a call from higher authorities, decided to organize a gala combining song, dance, acrobatics, and games, to be performed on May Fourth Youth Day.

The audience for this performance was the "outstanding student leaders" selected from various middle schools throughout the city, and the performance venue happened to be the open-air square of my school—the Third Municipal Middle School.

On the morning of May 4th, the weather was clear, and the bright sunshine shone on the earth. Hundreds of middle school students, led by their teachers, arrived early at the square and lined up, eagerly awaiting the arrival of the leaders from various sectors. It wasn't

until their legs were aching from standing that the leaders from the education and cultural departments finally arrived, taking to the stage one by one amidst applause. According to unwritten rules, they would first give a perfunctory speech, followed by commendations for student leaders, and finally, the much-anticipated performances.

The long and tedious report began. A round-waisted, pot-bellied fat man stood before the microphone, reading a pre-prepared script in a monotone voice. The audience was almost asleep; no one noticed that I was hiding in a nearby classroom, holding binoculars, scanning the crowd from above.

Actually, as someone who wasn't a student leader, I wasn't qualified to attend this party. My mother, however, as an official from the cultural bureau, had a seat in the VIP section. She had originally wanted to take me in, but I had other plans and declined immediately. After she left, I used my familiarity with the campus to slip in smoothly.

"Where is she?" I adjusted the focus of my binoculars and quickly spotted my mother in a seat near the stage.

As usual, she was wearing high heels and a professional pencil skirt; her beautiful, dignified face was serene and natural as she whispered to someone next to her. My lens immediately zoomed in, locking onto her...

An hour later, the actual performance finally began, captivating the audience. While continuing to watch my mother, I took out my phone and dialed her number.

"Hello, who is this?" a gentle voice came through. I chuckled, "It's me, my beauty!"

"It's you!" Her shoulders tensed instantly, and she exclaimed, "What's wrong with you? Calling during the day too?"

"Because I wanted to surprise you!" I paused, then asked flirtatiously, "My beauty, are you wearing that new pair of open-crotch underwear I gave you? Hehe, just thinking about you wearing it makes me hard..."

"Stop it, I'm working!" My mother's face flushed slightly as she pleaded, "Let's talk tonight, okay?"

"Working? Aren't you sitting on the playground watching a performance?" I said coldly, "My beauty, I know exactly where you are every day, so you'd better not lie to me!"

"Then what do you want?" She probably sensed the unfriendly tone in my voice and immediately panicked.

"Don't be so scared, my beauty! I just want to bring you more pleasure!" I lowered my voice and whispered, "Tell me, have you ever tried masturbating in front of so many people?"

"Ah... that won't do!" Mom's flushed face was lowered, only her neck was exposed, and she said shyly, "They... they'll notice... that would be so embarrassing..."

"But the more people around, the stronger your pleasure will be, won't it?" I said with a low laugh, "It's because you're scared that you're excited, isn't it? My beauty... just thinking about being discovered by so many people at any time makes your little hole wet immediately, doesn't it?" Mom couldn't help but let out a soft moan, her back arched like a shrimp, and her pretty face showed a touching expression of both embarrassment and trouble.

"Yes, I...I'm wet..." she murmured, "I really want it...but I don't dare..."

"Then why don't you find a less conspicuous spot...Hey, I remember there's a teaching building next to the square of the Third Municipal Middle School, can you see it now?"

"Yes, it's not far behind me!" Mom said, turning around to look.

"Go up to the rooftop! I promise, it'll be a wonderful place!" Mom gasped, saying awkwardly, "You...you didn't mean for me to go there..."

"Don't say so much, just go up and take a look! If you're not satisfied, you can come down, I won't force you!" Mom hesitated, biting her lip, looking conflicted for a while...but finally she stood up and slowly walked towards the teaching building.

"That's right, my sweetheart, you're so good..." I praised her repeatedly, my feet not idle either, quickly running towards the same destination. Along the way, I used all my eloquence, spouting lewd and suggestive language, brazenly arousing her desire…

“We’re here… I’m on the roof…” Five minutes later, Mom reached the top of the teaching building. Her curvaceous figure stood gracefully, the breeze ruffling her hair, making her look incredibly alluring.

I quietly slipped onto the roof, hiding behind the water tank about twenty meters away from her. I coughed and lewdly said, “My beauty, how’s it over there? I don’t think you’d mind having some fun with me, would you?”

“Here? It seems… too dangerous…” Mom said nervously.

"How could that be? It's a holiday, no one would come to the rooftop... As for those kids down there, who would be so bored as to keep turning around and looking up at the roof?" I spoke eloquently and persuasively, "This is the perfect place to release your desires... Look, the sun is shining, the sky is blue overhead, and you're in such a spacious place, like nature itself, your primal instincts are awakening... And the many students below can satisfy your latent desire to be spied on, to be violated... My beauty, the conditions are so good, what are you hesitating for?"

"Then... what should I do?" As usual, Mom couldn't resist my advances and asked, bewildered.

"First, take off your underwear!" I commanded simply.

Mom obediently complied. She reached under her skirt, lifted her shapely, pink legs, and slowly pulled down her underwear along with her stockings... I watched intently through the binoculars... Hehe, it was actually a yellow lace thong...

“Beautiful lady, step forward a bit, lift your skirt higher… Don’t you ever feel like the whole city is looking up at your skirt, trying to see your naked, mysterious private parts…”

“You…you’re so annoying!” Mom scolded softly, but she couldn’t help taking a few steps forward until she reached the railing around the building… What a naturally promiscuous woman…

“Beautiful lady, start masturbating!” I blurted out suddenly, startled myself as soon as the words left my mouth.

“What?” A horrified voice.

“Listen, I want you to spread your legs, point your lovely vulva directly downwards, and masturbate right above the heads of these thousand-plus people!” I gritted my teeth, going all in.

“But…I…” Mom weakly resisted, her legs seeming to weaken, her body slowly sliding down the railing.

"Stop making excuses! This is a great opportunity to indulge in public without being discovered... Besides, you're already so wet, how can you not let loose?"

"You...you're seducing me..." Mom sat down on the ground, breathing heavily for a while, then her two fair legs suddenly spread apart, trapping a railing next to her... I was dumbfounded...

"Oh—" Perhaps the metal casing was cold, when her sensitive area pressed against the railing, Mom couldn't help but moan softly, her delicate body shivering. But she clearly adapted to the temperature quickly, her body gradually leaning back, supporting herself only on her arms, her legs firmly gripping the railing between her buttocks, rubbing incessantly, as if it were unbearably itchy… I gazed greedily at the beautiful sight before me, wishing I could see directly into her forbidden zone through her skirt, and after a long while, I managed to speak with difficulty: “How is it? My beauty, how does it feel?”

“Oh…so comfortable…uh…it’s killing me…” Mom moaned intermittently, her beautiful face contorted, revealing a lewd expression I had never seen before. Even through her narrow skirt, I could fully imagine that her two firm buttocks had been spread apart, like two hemispheres pressing against a horizontal bar! With the back-and-forth swaying of her body, the pleasure was constantly accumulating and increasing…

At this moment, a gust of wind blew by, causing her short skirt to flutter upwards, revealing even more of Mom’s snow-white, rounded thighs. If anyone in the square were to glance in this direction, given the upward angle, they would definitely see her most private secrets...

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Thinking of this, a sudden inspiration struck me, and I blurted out, "Haha! Beauty, I've finally seen your naked, slutty self!"

"See! You bad boy... you've seen it... so many times already..." Obviously, my mother didn't understand what I meant and thought I was flirting with her!

My mind raced, and I suddenly remembered witnessing a mark on "Xiao Jing's" body in that first strange dream I had! Now was the perfect opportunity to confirm whether she and her mother were truly the same person…

“My beauty, I really saw it with my own eyes this time, I’m not just teasing you… Hehe, you actually have a birthmark on your butt, it’s so cute…”

Her mother shuddered, exclaiming, “You… how did you know?”

“Oh, didn’t I tell you? I saw it with my own eyes just now…” Her mother froze, her voice trembling, “How could you see me? Could it be… could it be that you…”

“You guessed right, my beauty, I’m actually right below you, enjoying a good look at you… No need to hide it anymore, I see everything clearly… Wow, such thick pubic hair, I even saw your anus, hahaha…”

“You shameless…” Her mother cried out in utter shame, so embarrassed she wanted to disappear into the ground.

I ignored her and continued spewing vulgarities: "...No wonder you're a beauty, even your asshole is so pretty, it even contracts shyly... You're so lewd, even your husband couldn't get a good look at your delicate little asshole, but now it's in the eyes of a strange man like me..."

"Vulgar! Vulgar! Stop talking..." My mother shook her head desperately, her face showing shame and anger, but her alluring body seemed hypnotized, involuntarily twisting and rubbing at my lewd voice, the movements even more intense and frantic than before...

"Yes, yes! That's it... Beauty, you're very perceptive in this area, look how lewd you are now... I really want to get to your side right now, and mate with you on the rooftop... Ahh..." My voice also rose higher.

"Oh... then hurry up and come..." Mom seemed completely immersed in pleasure, blurting out, "Where are you? Why can't I find you..."

"Because you give me a very warm feeling!" I said affectionately, "To be honest, you look a lot like my mother... I lacked maternal love growing up, but from the first moment I saw you, I clearly realized that I could get some kind of compensation from you..."

"Is this how you compensate? The things you said to me were all inappropriate... Would you dare say that to your own mother?"

"Well... hehe, of course my feelings for you aren't that simple." I said shamelessly, "I want to get the maternal love I've been missing for so long, and I also want to satisfy my youthful desires..."

"Pah! You're getting more and more outrageous!" Mom spat, her face flushed, "I'm twenty years older than you, how can you have such thoughts about me?"

"There's nothing I can do, you're just so beautiful, exuding the captivating charm of a mature woman," I continued, using my silver tongue. "When I called you 'Mom' just now, it was truly a genuine and natural expression of my feelings, you have to believe me!"

Mom fell silent, her expression a mixture of belief and doubt. She remained silent for a long time, lost in thought. Suddenly, a barely perceptible smile appeared on her lips. She said softly, "Hey, tell me the truth, are you someone with a 'mother complex'?"

"Maybe! That's why I said my feelings for you are very complicated... Sometimes I really want to violate you, to make you submit to me... But sometimes I crave your affection, like your son, to wholeheartedly call you 'Mom'..."

"Don't call me that!" Mom stamped her foot in annoyance, her face stern. "Mother is the most sacred title in the world, I won't allow you to desecrate it..."

"Then, I'll just call you 'Beauty'!"

"You're so disrespectful! You should call me Auntie..."

"Auntie doesn't sound very nice!" I said with a grin. "How about this, I'll call you 'Beauty Mom,' okay?"

"I'm too lazy to talk to you!" Mom said irritably. "If my son were as shameless as you, I'd give him a good beating..."

I couldn't help but shiver, and my buttocks started to ache slightly, as if her slap was about to land on them again. After a long pause, I forced a smile and said, "How do you know your son and I aren't the same kind of people?

With a beautiful and sexy mother like you, how could he not be tempted? Maybe he's already been eyeing you for a while now!"

"Nonsense! My son is the best boy ever! He's been obedient since he was little, as pure as a blank sheet of paper! How could he have so many filthy thoughts?"

I chuckled inwardly, coughed, and said, "But he's reached the age where he's interested in women, isn't he? Hey, I don't believe your son has never had any improper thoughts about you!"

"No! Absolutely not… Do you think everyone is as shameless as you?" my mother said angrily.

"Hmm, think back carefully, has he ever peeked at you showering or changing your underwear? Has he ever made any indecent requests of you?"

My mother's expression suddenly changed, perhaps because my prompting reminded her of the time more than four years ago when I had made inappropriate advances towards her breasts... After several seconds, she denied it again: "Nothing like that happened... You guessed wrong!"

"Don't be stubborn, I can hear the guilt in your voice..." I said slickly, "Hehe, I'm almost certain that your son longs to have sex with you..."

"Don't talk nonsense..."

"He probably fantasizes about your naked body all the time, imagining embracing your naked body and having sex with you..."

"Shut up! Shut up!" my mother suddenly shouted, her voice filled with disgust and anxiety: "If you keep talking nonsense, I'll never speak to you again..."

"How is it nonsense?" I said leisurely, "If you pay attention, you'll find that your son has grown up and has a penis even thicker than his father's... Such a good thing can definitely make you feel like you're in heaven, why should it be given to another girl?"

“You…you’re so lewd…” The mother’s pretty face flushed red and then paled, her full breasts heaving rapidly. She shook her head desperately, as if trying to expel something from her mind, but she couldn’t…

“Think about it, a mother’s body is being embraced by her son, his penis is penetrating her vagina from behind, his hands are reaching to his chest to caress her breasts. Stimulated by her son, the mother moans incessantly, calling out her own son’s name, urging him to thrust into her wet, throbbing cunt…just imagine how exciting that scene is…”

“I don’t want to hear it!” the mother screamed tremulously, abruptly hanging up the phone, staggering a few steps back, and slumping weakly against the railing. Her eyes were filled with a complex mix of shame and pain. Her long, shapely legs were tightly intertwined, the muscles in her thighs twitching slightly, as if she were struggling in a violent whirlpool…

It wasn't until the performance downstairs was nearing its end that my mother snapped out of her daze, hurriedly picking up her stockings and underwear that had fallen to the ground and frantically putting them back on. Then she tidied her hair a little and hurriedly retraced her steps back to the square, sitting down again in the crowd.

From a distance, she looked extremely tired, her brows furrowed with undisguised anxiety, and she seemed distracted while talking to her colleague. Her eyes kept glancing at the students passing by, as if secretly wondering if they were the "Demon Master" she had spoken to on the phone…

From that day on, my relationship with my mother underwent a subtle change. Since she learned I was just a teenager, her fear of me noticeably diminished, and she often spoke to me, intentionally or unintentionally, as if I were an elder.

I vaguely sensed that while her willingness to flirt with me on the phone and maintain this illicit relationship was partly because I had leverage over her, the more important reason was that she herself was gradually accepting, adapting to, and even becoming addicted to this exciting and sinful game!

And I officially changed my address to "Beautiful Mom." For the first few days, whenever she heard me call her that, she would angrily shout and even threaten to hang up. But I would laugh and use both gentle persuasion and force, claiming it was a "slip of the tongue," and continue calling her that with great enjoyment. As time went on, she couldn't do anything about it, and having gotten used to it, she tacitly approved of my verbal audacity.

However, I wasn't satisfied and tried every means to push things further in the direction of "incest." Each time, when I aroused her on the phone, and she moaned and gasped excitedly before orgasm, I would subtly reduce the way I addressed her, unconsciously dropping the words "beauty" and leaving only the affectionate "Mom."

Especially at the moment of her climax, I controlled the rhythm, uttering only lewd phrases like "Mom, I'm fucking you," and "Mom, I'm going to ejaculate."

My goal was to make her clearly hear these immoral and obscene words while irresistibly experiencing a sinful pleasure. In this way, the concept of "incest" could subtly influence her, ultimately completely corrupting her mind and body.

More than half a month passed, and I secretly observed my mother's every move. Although I had no way of knowing her true thoughts, I keenly sensed that everything I did had some effect. My mother's originally deeply rooted, ethically pure heart had been impacted to some extent!

For example, her gaze towards me became strange, often flickering and shifting, as if she were avoiding me, deliberately avoiding eye contact. Sometimes, she would steal a glance at my genitals, then her face would flush red, her brows furrowing and her feet stamping in frustration, seemingly filled with self-reproach and hatred!

Clearly, she was trying hard to restrain and suppress certain thoughts, but the human mind is the hardest thing to control; often, the more you try to discard or forget something, the more easily it resurfaces in your mind…

Although things were progressing relatively smoothly, and my mother, under my deliberate seduction, had already shown signs of wanting to have sex with me in a “dangerous” manner, I still didn't act rashly, carefully concealing my intentions. I understood that at this crucial moment, if I easily revealed my lewd true nature, it would inevitably arouse my mother's vigilance, and all my efforts would be in vain.

On the contrary, by trying my best to pretend to be an innocent and childlike child, I could relax my mother's guard, plunging her into a quagmire of self-blame, guilt, and shame as a mother. In this way, without me saying a word, she would subconsciously and painfully admit that she was utterly unworthy of the sacred role of "mother," and only fit to be a promiscuous woman driven by lust...

After the final exams, summer vacation arrived. That evening, Dad rushed into the house and announced some unexpected big news at the dinner table—he was going to New York, USA, on a business trip the next day!

"So soon? Leaving tomorrow?" Mom put down her chopsticks, her voice filled with disappointment. "Can't you rest at home for a few days first?" "

I can't help it, the company headquarters is holding an emergency board meeting!" Dad said helplessly. "I only got the notice at the last minute. I have to catch a flight to Beijing tomorrow morning, get my visa, and then fly to the United States immediately."

"How long will you be gone this time?"

"It's hard to say. After the meeting, I still have some tricky matters to deal with. If everything goes smoothly, I can be back in two weeks. Otherwise, it might take three or four months!"

"Honestly, that long!" Mom pouted, her face displeased. "For the past six months, haven't you been treating this house like a hotel every day? Now, you're not even coming home!"

"Don't be angry, honey! I'm just trying to support the family!" Dad explained with a wry smile. "Once I've earned enough money, so the three of us can live comfortably for the rest of our lives, I'll quit my job immediately and stay with you all the time..."

"Hmph, sweet talk! Nobody believes that!" Mom said unconvinced. I listened from the sidelines, feeling an indescribable joy. Dad was leaving home! That meant that for a while, it would just be Mom and me at home… a lone man and woman alone in a room, hehe, this was a rare opportunity…

For me, Dad's presence was a huge obstacle to possessing Mom! Although he left early and returned late, almost never seen, I could still feel his presence in every room! This made me extremely uncomfortable, even a little scared. My father's image was like an invisible intimidating force; as long as he was nearby, I found it difficult to muster the courage to truly violate Mom.

Therefore, I must make good use of this precious time, unleash overwhelming power, and make Mom completely submit to me… Heh heh, when Dad comes back, he'll be surprised to find that Mom has become my loyal plaything, no longer able to resist her son's lewd power…

That night, I lay in bed, tossing and turning for ages, unable to fall asleep. Every cell in my body seemed to be in a state of extreme excitement. If my plan succeeded, tonight would be the last night my parents spent together as husband and wife! After that, I would take my father's place in his big bed, make love to my mother as I pleased, and leave my hot, thick semen inside her!

Seventeen years of deep marital affection might come to an end tonight! However, my parents hadn't yet realized that a crisis was creeping closer step by step... What would they be doing in their bedroom as their separation drew near? My curiosity was piqued, so I got up, tiptoed out of my room, and listened intently outside my parents' bedroom. I could faintly hear voices coming from inside.

"...Wife, do you remember, we have a distant relative in America?" It was my father's deep voice.

"You mean Uncle Zhi? We haven't been in touch for years..." Mom said suddenly, "I almost forgot about him. How is he doing?"

"It's not good! I heard he has cancer and is struggling in the hospital. He probably doesn't have many days left!"

"Really? You should go see him. He's all alone, it's so pitiful!"

"Okay, I'll make time to go!" Dad suddenly laughed and said easily, "But he lives near the most famous red-light district in New York. Aren't you afraid I'll go there... hehe... to broaden my horizons?"

"You dare!" Mom said angrily, "If you hook up with those shady women, don't expect me to forgive you!"

"Just kidding, why take it so seriously?" Dad quickly apologized, even swearing that he was unmoved and would never be tempted by foreign women in this glamorous world.

Mom listened without saying a word for a long time. Finally, she sighed softly and said in a low voice, "If you really want to go and fool around, I can't control you... Anyway, in your men's hearts, other people's wives are always better..."

"Who says? My wife is the best... Look, who else can have such a beautiful face, such a perfect figure? Even her skin is as smooth as a young girl's..." Dad praised, and first came the slight creaking of the mattress in the bedroom, followed by Mom's soft gasp. Then, it fell silent, without a sound.

After a while, Dad said lazily, "Turn off the light and go to sleep, we have to get up early tomorrow!"

"No, honey... it's been so long... don't be such a spoilsport..." Mom murmured coquettishly, her voice filled with undisguised desire and lust.

"I'm tired, we'll talk about it later!" Dad said casually, yawning.

"You're leaving tomorrow, who knows when 'later' will be?" Mom pleaded pitifully, "Come on, honey... I want it so badly... I really want it..."

"But I'm so tired, I can't muster the energy..." Dad said impatiently, his attitude rather cold.

I was both annoyed and amused... This guy, he doesn't know how lucky he is! Such a beautiful woman like Mom is actively asking you to make love, and you're ignoring her... If those suitors who dream of winning Mom's favor and hoping for a kiss heard this, they'd be furious... But this also proves that the "poison" I secretly planted a while ago was indeed very effective...

"Honey, wait for me, I'll be right back... Don't fall asleep..." With Mom's instructions, I heard the sound of slippers sliding on the floor. She must be putting her feet into slippers, getting ready to get out of bed!

"Oh no!" In a panic, I immediately made a decision and ran back the way I came. But it was too late to get back to my room, so I could only squat down behind the sofa in the living room. Just as I concealed myself, the bedroom door opened, and Mom walked in with light steps. She didn't notice me hiding in the shadows, carrying a pile of clothes, and went straight into the bathroom.

"Damn! Taking a shower at this hour!" I cursed inwardly, listening to the rushing water, and suddenly realized something—it seemed Mom was determined to have sex with Dad tonight! She went through the trouble of showering and changing again just to please him as much as possible! Perhaps she'd even come up with something new and daring to restore his virility in bed!

"So, there's going to be a good show soon..." A thought struck me, as if I vaguely grasped something important, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it...

After a moment of quiet reflection, I suddenly heard a "snoring...snoring..." sound. Listening closely, I realized Dad was already asleep in the bedroom, snoring evenly and rhythmically. He was probably too tired and had fallen asleep before Mom returned!

I shrugged, and as if possessed, sneaked back to the bedroom door, carefully pushing it open. Only a pale purple bedside lamp illuminated the room, casting a dim, ambiguous glow. Dad was fast asleep, huddled under the covers, sound asleep as if thunder couldn't wake him!

If I could knock Dad unconscious, move him outside and hide him, and then pretend to be him on the bed, turning off the remaining light, Mom might be fooled and lose her virginity to me without even realizing it… And she might even actively seduce me, perhaps more passionate and seductive than a prostitute…

But this was just a fantasy; it was impossible in reality! Even in absolute darkness, the moment our naked skin touched, I believed she would sense something was wrong…

I sighed in disappointment, my desire burning unbearably, unwilling to leave. After a moment's hesitation, I steeled myself, silently entered the bedroom, and quietly slipped under the bed.

Taking her place was impossible! However, I must see for myself tonight what kind of lewd and wanton Mom looks when she gets aroused. What methods will she use to seduce men...?

Ten minutes later, Mom finally returned to the bedroom and closed the door behind her. Her feet, still in slippers, quickly moved to the bedside, and the pleasant scent of French perfume wafted over, as if it could ignite primal desire. My cheeks instantly became hot and flushed.

She stamped her foot and said with a disgruntled tone, "Hey! Wake up... Didn't I tell you not to sleep? Wake up... You're so annoying..." A slight vibration came from above, presumably Mom was shaking Dad's body vigorously, trying to wake him from his sleep.

"Stop it... Wife, I'm sleepy..." Dad responded incoherently, still seemingly in a daze.

"Honey, look at me...please...please..." Mom relentlessly pestered him, using every trick in the book, determined not to give up until she got what she wanted... I couldn't help but wonder, what was she dressed up like? Could it be...?

"Sigh, alright!" Dad finally couldn't take it anymore, sitting up with a wry smile: "I really don't understand what you're up to? We've been married for over ten years...Huh?" He suddenly let out a soft exclamation of surprise, as if he had seen a breathtaking sight...

I couldn't resist the urge to peek out and see for myself, but I managed to suppress the impulse! This time, unlike last time when I spied on Mom changing clothes, both my parents were right in front of me, and a slight misstep would expose me...

"You...what are you doing?" Dad stammered, his tone unusual.

“Silly boy, is that even a question?” Mom pulled her feet up, leaving only her slippers on the floor, and said softly, “I dressed up especially for you… Tell me, doesn’t it look good?”

“My God, you… you’re so beautiful!” Dad’s breathing became heavy, and he swallowed greedily.

Mom chuckled, then muttered coquettishly, “You rascal!” Then she fell silent. A temporary silence fell over the room, broken only by the echoing heavy breathing…

Suddenly, Dad shouted excitedly again: "Ah... Wife, what are you doing? Hey... Hey... What's wrong with you today? Oh... Oh oh..."

(XI)

An ominous premonition swept through my heart, and I pricked up my ears to listen carefully. Sure enough, I caught a very light "slurp, slurp" sound mixed in with Dad's loud shouts... I immediately understood, and anger surged into my heart...

"Shameless slut, actually giving another man oral sex right under my nose!" The jealousy in my heart could no longer be suppressed, and I slowly crawled to the foot of the bed, risking to peek out half of my head! Instantly, the scene in front of me almost made my blood boil!

I saw Dad lying on his back on the bed, his two hairy legs comfortably spread out. My mother was kneeling between his legs, her pretty face almost pressed against his crotch, intently licking the penis in her lips… Although I couldn't see her expression, I could still imagine how diligently and eagerly she was trying to please him, as if afraid she wasn't serving him well enough…

This was the first time I had witnessed my mother performing oral sex. Her kneeling posture on the bed was incredibly alluring, completely incompatible with the sacred image of "mother." And her clothes… Yes, it was only then that I noticed her attire! In the dim light, I could clearly see that my mother was wearing a transparent, sheer nightgown, with nothing underneath, her beautiful figure almost naked before my eyes—unfortunately, in front of my father!

From my angle, I could only see her fair, smooth back, as flawless as a piece of satin. Occasionally, when my mother slightly turned to the side or bent over, I would catch a fleeting glimpse of her full, alluring breasts under her armpits! Her perfectly rounded, snow-white breasts trembled slightly, obscenely exposed to her son's gaze. If she turned just a little more, he could glimpse the delicate nipples he so desperately longed for…

I unconsciously licked my lips, my gaze drifting downwards until I saw an extremely tight black pair of panties! Two thin strings were casually tied in knots at her sides. Although the thin panties covered my mother's alluring vulva, they were stretched to their limit by her firm, full buttocks, the edges sinking into the fleshy muscles of her buttocks. What was particularly arousing was that the lower edge of the panties was deeply embedded between my mother's tightly pressed legs, forming a deep, dark cleavage.

"Oh my god, here… there really is a mark here…" I suddenly noticed a small, pale birthmark on my mother's right buttock! The tiny, delicate birthmark, like embroidery, was exactly the same as the "Xiao Jing" I'd seen in that terrifying dream…

Suddenly, my brain went blank, and a sharp pain shot through my heart, as if I'd been stabbed again—even though my mother had admitted to having this birthmark on her body on the school rooftop last time. But seeing it with my own eyes now, I still felt an indescribable fear and shock!

Without a doubt, everything that happened in that dream must have been real! Otherwise, how could I know such a private secret of my mother's? From childhood to adulthood, she had always been dignified and cautious in front of me; it was impossible for me to have seen it "accidentally." Although I often tried to peep at her naked body, I never succeeded...

"Xiaojing... Mom... greasy hair and powdered face... Dad..." I muttered through gritted teeth, each word filled with deep sorrow, jealousy, and anger: "No matter who you were in your past life or who you are in this life, I will make you pay for your sins!"

In that instant, I made a fierce decision: I would use any means necessary to possess my mother's body, to make up for the unfulfilled wish of my past life, and to make my father taste the pain of losing his most beloved woman...

The anger burned in my chest, quickly transforming into a raging lust. I pulled out my already swollen penis and rubbed it back and forth vigorously, my heart filled with perverse and evil desires, my eyes fixed on the adulterous couple on the bed.

"Oh...oh oh...deeper...wife...you're really good at this..." Accompanied by Dad's comfortable moans, Mom quickened her pace, her head moving rapidly back and forth, her pair of snow-white, round breasts swaying back and forth, then Dad grabbed them again, squeezing and kneading them wantonly in his palm...

My heart pounded uncontrollably, and a voice in my mind screamed: "Mom...lick me...ah ah...use your fragrant tongue...lick your own son's...Mom...you slut...one day I will conquer you, and make you suck my penis too..."

After a while, Mom finally raised her head, rubbing her sore neck, and said shyly in a low voice: "Is it okay? It seems...it's starting to improve!"

Dad didn't answer, breathing heavily, and suddenly flipped her over, pinning her beneath him, kissing her beautiful, fragrant body like a madman. Mom moaned with pleasure, her long, bare legs spread wide and tightly wrapped around Dad's waist...

"Mmm... Ah..." Just then, Dad suddenly let out a low growl, his whole body trembling as if from the cold, then stiffening...

A few seconds later, he struggled to get off Mom, letting out a long, dejected sigh. Instantly, all sound disappeared, and the room fell into a deathly silence once more. After an unknown amount of time, Mom slowly sat up, blankly straightening her disheveled pajamas, her eyes brimming with tears, on the verge of sobbing!

"I'm sorry, wife... I'm so sorry, I really... can't..." Dad said painfully, his hands covering his head, his hoarse voice filled with self-blame, guilt, frustration, and despair.

"Never mind, go to sleep!" Mom said calmly, her expression serene and indifferent, as if nothing had happened. I couldn't bear to watch any longer, and quickly shrank back under the bed, feeling a huge sense of relief and smug satisfaction. "

Dad, serves you right for your premature ejaculation! This is what happens when you try to take advantage of Mom! Hehe, from now on, I won't let any man touch her except myself, not even a single finger of hers. Anyone who does will face the harshest punishment..."

The atmosphere in the bedroom was awkward. My parents seemed to have become mute, hastily tidying up in silence before getting into bed. Neither of them uttered a word; an invisible barrier seemed to have formed between them, and the tender affection they shared before parting was completely gone.

However, my own situation wasn't much better. I lay under the bed, secretly worrying. I couldn't possibly stay here all night, could I? I need to find a chance to sneak away... Sigh, I'll have to wait until they're both sound asleep...

Time slipped by, and it was late at night when I could barely keep my eyes open. Then I heard my father's snoring grow louder and deeper, eventually becoming like thunder. But my mother was clearly still awake; I could hear her turning over in bed every now and then.

"Oh no, is she having trouble sleeping because she's angry?" I grew increasingly anxious, but there was nothing I could do...

Finally, just as I was about to lose my patience, two shapely legs suddenly dangled off the edge of the bed. I froze, and before I could react, I saw my mother silently get out of bed, her bare, slender white feet tiptoeing to the dressing mirror.

She stared blankly at her reflection in the mirror for a long time, then slowly raised her hands to her chest, lifting her firm, high breasts through her nightgown, murmuring, "You've gone to so much trouble... to maintain such a perfect figure... just to let it go to waste?"

No one could answer her. I just listened, a strange feeling welling up inside me. I recalled the last time my mother examined her reflection in the mirror; her expression was so joyful and happy, completely unlike the resentful, withdrawn woman she was now…

Mom smiled bitterly, her hands gently caressing her body—her breasts, waist, thighs, and buttocks…like a lustful man passionately caressing every alluring and mysterious part of her body. After a while, as if barely satisfied with her burning desire, she listlessly returned to sit on the edge of the bed.

Dad was still fast asleep, and amidst his deafening snores, Mom suddenly spoke softly. She leaned over and gazed at Dad wistfully, saying plaintively, “Sigh, being apart for a while is for the best. Consider it…a test for our marriage…You must resist the temptation…No matter what, you must not betray your fidelity to our marriage…otherwise, we’re finished…”

A strange feeling suddenly welled up inside me. Mom’s words didn’t seem to be directed at Dad! Her tone seemed to carry endless hesitation, contradiction, and fear, as if she were talking to herself…

“…You absolutely mustn’t cheat! Listen, you absolutely mustn’t think about those dirty things anymore, or you’ll really fall…”

Hearing this, I became even more certain of my thoughts. Poor mother, she probably already sensed, through her keen female intuition, that after father left home, the defenses she had painstakingly built would eventually collapse, and she would completely drown in the abyss of lust from which she could not extricate herself. That’s why, tonight, with a complex

mix of atonement and longing, she tried to ignite their passion to the maximum extent. If they had been able to successfully and fully engage in intercourse just now, a satisfied mother might have been able to continue “resisting” for a while. Unfortunately, the “disappointing” father failed to cooperate, rendering her painstaking efforts futile and leading the situation irreversibly down a path of no return…

In the quiet night, mother murmured for a long time, her voice gradually fading away. And I waited until her breathing became even and steady before I finally managed to "escape" from the bedroom...

The next morning, Dad packed a few things and set off. At the door, as we said goodbye, Mom held his hand tightly, repeatedly reminding him to take care of himself, get plenty of rest, and other tender words. As she spoke, perhaps touched by something, her voice choked with emotion, and her eyes reddened.

"Honey, I'll only be away on business for two or three months, why are you crying like this?" Dad quickly took out a handkerchief to wipe her tears, gently comforting her, "I'll try to come back soon, don't worry..."

Mom nodded silently, helped him close the car door, and watched the car disappear into the distance, its exhaust puffing out. Even after the car had vanished from sight, she stood silently, gazing at it, motionless.

"Go back, Mom. He's gone!" I said, standing beside her, a surge of barely suppressed joy welling up inside me! Hehe, from now on, I'm the only man in the family... and soon, the only man in Mom's life too...

"Xiaobing, what are you grinning about?" Mom seemed to notice my odd behavior and said with a hint of displeasure, "Dad's gone on a long trip, and you didn't even say a few words of concern to him, acting like a complete outsider."

I chuckled and retorted, "You two hugged each other so tightly, saying all the parting words you needed to say, what else could I say to him?"

"Him! Him! He didn't even call me 'Dad,' how rude!" Mom rolled her eyes at me, turned around, and went back inside to do the housework. She didn't talk much all day, seemingly absent-minded. I tried several times to start a conversation to cheer her up, but all I got were perfunctory responses.

Unexpectedly, after dinner that evening, Mom's spirits seemed to suddenly lift, her sad and dejected look vanished, and a faint blush appeared on her pale face. As usual, she took a hot shower, pulled up her cloud-like black hair, revealing a section of her beautiful neck, and smelled wonderfully fragrant—the familiar scent of the expensive brand she had used last night when she was seducing her father…

“Xiaobing, Mom is a little tired today, I’m going to my room to rest. You can watch TV by yourself!” She gave me a few simple instructions, and before I could reply, she gracefully slipped into the bedroom and locked the door.

I was stunned… This woman, just ten hours ago she was acting all lovey-dovey and teary-eyed, how could she be a completely different person at night? Could it be… that human instinctive, sinful desires, though temporarily suppressed under the bright sunlight, erupt even more fiercely in the darkness of night?

At ten o'clock sharp, I returned to my room and calmly dialed the phone. The phone was answered after only one ring.

"Hey, it's me..." I coughed lightly and asked directly, "I heard your husband went on a business trip, is that right?"

"How did you know?" she asked, surprised.

"I've told you before, I know everything about you!" I said flippantly, "Don't forget, I've even seen your most private parts... that thick pubic hair... that cute asshole..."

"No... stop talking... ahh..." Mom screamed impatiently. She seemed unusually excited tonight, a complete slut...

"You must feel even more lonely now that your husband's gone, right? Why don't you open the door? I can sneak into your bedroom and make sure you're in ecstasy in bed..."

"No!" Mom said nervously, "You can't come... my son... is home!"

"Then let him join in! Anyway... he's been wanting to taste Mom's body for a while now..."

"Nonsense... if you keep talking nonsense, I'll get angry..."

"Hehe, I was just saying it, don't get so worked up! Besides, don't I call you 'Mom' too? These past few times, haven't we been playing the roles of 'mother' and 'son'?"

Mom was speechless for a moment, then managed to say, "It's different... you're not my biological son..."

“Sigh, why are you so concerned about blood relations? In today’s society, sons are maturing earlier and earlier, while mothers are becoming more and more attractive. It’s quite normal for mothers and sons to have intimate contact occasionally…”

I tried my best to persuade her: “If I were really your son, I would never let such a charming mother go…”

“What are you up to?” Mom suddenly interrupted me, saying unhappily, “Do you want me to commit incest with my own son? To be struck by lightning as retribution?”

I was shocked and quickly denied it: “No, I’m doing this for your own good…”

“For my own good?”

“Yes.” I calmed down and said nonchalantly, “I have a feeling that only this way can bring you the greatest pleasure!”

“Ridiculous!” My voice began to tremble.

“Stop deceiving yourself! I know you have this desire deep down, but you’re just too ashamed to say it…” Before she could refute me, I immediately changed the subject: “Alright, don’t let such a small thing ruin our fun! Tonight, let’s do it like before, with me playing the ‘son’…”

“No need! I’m not in the mood right now!” Mom said coldly.

"Never mind then!" I said nonchalantly. "Tonight's event is canceled, goodbye!"

"Hey, you..." The voice on the other end of the phone suddenly became anxious. Clearly, Mom hadn't expected me to be so "heartless," canceling a "program" that had been going on for months just like that. She was about to say something, but I didn't give her a chance, decisively cutting off her voice.

This was a risky move, a psychological battle with Mom. I wanted to force her, to make her understand that if she wanted pleasure, she had to obediently play her current role and continue playing this incestuous game with me. I believed she would eventually surrender...

The next day, I didn't call or bother Mom; everything at home was peaceful. The third day, I still remained inactive, taking no action.

Mom started to lose her composure, her anxiety evident. She became noticeably quieter, her eyes losing their usual sparkle, and her face was worryingly pale. In just two days, she looked much thinner, and her face showed signs of weariness.

By the fourth day, Mom seemed to have given up hope. She no longer went to her bedroom early in the evenings, but instead sat in the living room watching TV. But she couldn't concentrate on anything; she stared blankly at the screen, her gaze unfocused and vacant, her mind seemingly quite distracted.

"Mom, what are you thinking about? You seem very unhappy!" I asked her tentatively.

Mom paused, brushed her hair aside, and said casually, "What are you thinking about? Of course, I'm thinking about your dad! He hasn't contacted me for days."

"Really?" I said casually, "Dad's busy with work, you can contact him yourself!"

"Sigh, never mind! Long-distance calls are expensive, let's save it..." Before she could finish speaking, "Ring ring... ring ring..." A pleasant telephone ring suddenly broke the silence of the night.

Mom paused, her eyes unconsciously glancing at the clock on the wall. When she saw that it was exactly ten o'clock, her beautiful eyes suddenly brightened, as if they had been infused with boundless vitality. She jumped up, rushed to the desk, grabbed the phone, and gasped, "Hello... hello..."

Her trembling, flustered body startled me. Then it dawned on me... Hey, this was the perfect time for "Mr. Inner Demon" to call...

You shameless woman, you dare lie to me and say you missed Daddy! Hmph, I bet you can't think of anything else but men's penises...

But then, Mom's voice suddenly changed, and she exclaimed in surprise, "...Husband, it's you!"

"Daddy?" I was also taken aback. I hadn't expected him to call so soon after I mentioned him...

"You... why are you calling now? Didn't you say you were busy tonight..." Mom paused slightly, then her voice returned to normal. But a fleeting, almost imperceptible look of disappointment crossed her face, and her eyes dimmed slightly. There was no playful coquetry or feigned anger between husband and wife; it sounded like two outsiders having a businesslike conversation…

“Oh, Xiaobing, Dad wants to talk to you for a bit.” After a while, Mom handed me the phone and lazily sat down on the sofa.

I shrugged, took the phone, and before I could even offer a polite greeting, Dad blurted out, “Xiaobing, is Mom alright?”

“No!” I said casually.

“But her tone was strange today. No matter what I asked her, she seemed indifferent…” Dad said worriedly, “Son, do you think Mom is angry with me?”

“I can’t tell! But Mom just told me she missed you!” I said sarcastically, making a face at Mom. She gave me a disapproving look, seemingly scolding me for being so talkative.

"Sigh, I'll try to come back as soon as possible. Please take good care of Mom..." Dad said a few more words of concern before hanging up with a sigh. It was clear he was feeling terrible. But Mom clearly didn't take it seriously; her mind wasn't on him at all...

It wasn't until a week later that I called home again at 10 pm. Hearing my strange voice, Mom immediately became agitated and incoherent, bursting into tears.

"You still remember coming to see me!" she sobbed. "I thought you'd been hit by a car and died, you rascal!"

"What 'you'? You didn't even call me 'son'!" I scolded, then added with a grin, "My beautiful Mom, have you missed me? Life without me must be hard, right? Hehe..."

Who said that? I don't remember you at all! Mom finally stopped crying and said defiantly.

"You're lying again!" I said in my usual flippant tone. "Without me to bring you joy every night, you probably can't even sleep peacefully!" "

Without your shameless harassment, I could sleep so soundly!"

"Really? But I bet you've been waking up these past few mornings with your hand on your genitals, haven't you?"

"How did you know…" Mom blurted out, but then realized she'd let something slip and let out a reproachful snort.

"What a lewd mother you are… What do you want your son to do? With his big cock?" I deliberately emphasized the word "son" in every sentence, to slowly draw her into the role I'd set for her. "Bad son… You're so annoying…

" Sure enough, Mom's attitude was completely different from before; there was no anger in her tone, it was more like she was coaxing her lover.

"Say, 'Son, I want it! Fuck me hard!' Say it now!"

"Oh… Son… Bad son, I want it! I want it so badly… Fuck me… Quickly!" "Put it in me hard..." Before I could repeat myself, Mom murmured in a daze, her voice filled with indescribable excitement, "Ah...it's still so itchy, it's killing me...I don't care anymore, even if you really are my own son...oh...I'll let you put it in my hole too..."

She had probably been holding back for too long, and quickly got into the mood, her cries becoming more and more seductive, and her words becoming increasingly obscene. That night, she reached orgasm four times in a row...

Dad had been away from home for almost three weeks. At first, he would call back from overseas every now and then, pouring his heart out to Mom. However, due to his busy work schedule and the time difference, his enthusiasm gradually waned, and the call time was greatly shortened. Sometimes he would only exchange a few simple greetings on the phone before hurriedly hanging up.

Perhaps she was angry with Dad, Mom was already... Her already fragile will was further shaken. She became even more enthusiastic about flirting and making love with "Mr. Inner Demon" over the phone, setting their agreed-upon time an hour earlier each night. She also seemed to increasingly enjoy the obscene language he used on me, often chatting until midnight before hanging up.

I vaguely sensed that my mother was using the phone harassment as a substitute for sex, to satisfy the emptiness of her long-term lack of intimacy. She even developed a subtle dependence on "Mr. Inner Demon" through their continuous "intimate" conversations, using him to fill a void left by her husband's departure.

To ultimately possess her, I made various hints on the phone, trying to "brainwash" her, linking her sexual urges to the obscene thought of "incest between mother and son." At the same time, I prepared for the fifth step of my conspiracy…

"Congratulations, your mother's body is almost yours!" "Zhibin's gloomy voice seemed to echo in my ears again, "In the next stage, you need to intentionally or unintentionally expose your genitals in front of her, so that she can often peek at your sexual organs." But before that, you have to stop supplying her with porn and cut off her wires
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"In this way, she, who is already used to seeing obscene scenes and hearing vulgar words every day, and relies on strong visual and auditory impacts to obtain pleasure, will inevitably feel extremely uncomfortable! She will subconsciously seek new sensory stimulation... In this situation, if she sees your thick, thriving penis full of masculine characteristics, a shocking surprise like 'rain after a long drought' will sweep over her body in an instant, leaving an indelible impression on her..."

"After that, the illusory penis that she originally fantasized about will be replaced by the real, tangible penis in front of her. Even if she knows that you are her biological son, she will not be able to get rid of it..."

"Beautiful Mom, tonight is our last time being intimate!" That night, after Mom's breathing gradually calmed down, I suddenly blurted out such a sentence.

"What?" Mom didn't react for a moment.

"This is the last time I'm bothering you! Starting tomorrow, you can escape this misery and return to your normal life before you met me!" I said calmly.

"Are you kidding me?" Mom didn't take it seriously, chuckled, and said reproachfully, "You little devil, if you're willing to change your ways and let me go, the sun will rise in the west!"

"I'm serious!" I sighed and said bitterly, "I won't get into university, I have to go to another city to work and earn money, and I'm leaving by train tomorrow." There

was silence on the other end of the phone. After a long while, Mom said softly, "Even when you get to another city, you... you can call me!"

"I'm afraid I can't... I don't have the financial or physical capacity to support you!"

Mom was silent for a long time again, then murmured, "You're leaving too... just like my husband, leaving whenever you want... You men, none of you have a conscience..." Her voice was resentful and sad, sounding somewhat lost and dejected.

I chuckled dryly and said, "Huh? Didn't you always hate me? You told me to get lost almost every day, so why are you so reluctant to let me go now?"

"Who's reluctant to let you go? I wish I could never hear your disgusting voice again!" Mom said bitterly, her voice filled with a complex mix of love and hate.

"Sigh, Mom, I'm doing this for your own good!" I said softly, "Our relationship can't stay ambiguous forever, it's like walking on a volcano... Since you won't let me have you, I have no choice but to back out..."

Mom seemed to lose control and suddenly cried out, "You're all backing out, what about me? What am I supposed to do?"

Her voice was filled with despair and a slight sob. At that moment, her long-held mask finally shattered, leaving behind only a weak woman who needed a man's pity and comfort, who needed the nourishment of sex.

I paused for a moment, then tentatively asked, "Besides me, don't you have another son? Why don't you go find him?"

"You mean Xiaobing? No… that won't do…"

"Why not? I'm not asking you to actually have sex with him!" I reassured her. "Like you and me, we talk a big game, but nothing actually happens. What's the big deal?"

"But… Xiaobing and I are, after all, mother and son…" my mother hesitated, but her tone wasn't very firm.

I was secretly delighted and quickly said, "Listen to me, secretly peek at his penis while he's sleeping. I'm sure you'll have an unexpected surprise! And then…"

"And then what?" She seemed to swallow hard, her breathing becoming rapid again.

“Go ahead and spread your legs wide and masturbate in front of his penis!” I chuckled maniacally. “As long as he doesn’t notice, you won’t be violating any morals, and you’ll enjoy unparalleled pleasure. Why not?”

My mother gave a muffled “Mmm,” her voice trembling as she asked, “Really? Really…can I do this? Spying on my own son…spying on his…penis…”

“Of course!” I said, enunciating each word clearly. “Remember, don’t hide your desires anymore; it’s a huge torment for you…Okay, I have to say goodbye now. I wish you a happy life in the future!” With that, I hung up the phone without hesitation, staring at the phone clutched tightly in my hand, knowing this was the last time I would use it. From this moment on, it would vanish from the world forever, along with “Mr. Inner Demon”!

A few days later, one morning, precisely seven o’clock, I was awakened by my pre-set alarm. I quickly got out of bed, opened the door, then lay back down, listening intently for any sounds outside. As usual, my mother would be getting up soon to prepare breakfast. And this was precisely the opportunity I was waiting for to realize my plan…

About three or four minutes later, I heard light footsteps outside. It was clearly my mother leaving her bedroom and approaching my room. I quickly threw back the covers, exposing my lower body, and slightly pulled my underwear aside, pulling my already engorged and erect penis out of the seam, pointing it straight into the air!

Just as I finished these actions, my mother appeared in the doorway. She hadn't dressed up yet; her hair was loosely draped over her shoulders, and her alluring body was only clad in a close-fitting bra and shorts. Seeing that my door was open, my mother stopped in surprise.

“Xiaobing!” she called softly… I quickly pretended to be asleep, breathing evenly through my nose, but my eyes peeked through my fingers, secretly observing her!

"Honestly, she forgot to close the door. What if she catches a cold?" Mom muttered to herself, reaching for the doorknob to close it. Just then, her gaze inadvertently fell on me… Instantly, her body trembled violently, she froze, her lips forming an "O" shape in surprise, and the muscles in her face seemed to stiffen…

My heart pounded as I nervously watched Mom's reaction. I remembered testing her in the same way half a year ago, but back then, Mom had no impure thoughts, only a mother's love for her son. However, after so much "training" from me, would things be different this time? To be honest, I had absolutely no confidence…

Time ticked by, and I grew increasingly impatient, but Mom remained motionless, her gaze fixed on me, as if she had become a clay statue. Two blushes quietly rose on her cheeks, spreading rapidly until they covered almost her entire pretty face…

After a long while, Mom suddenly looked away, shook her head vigorously, her expression one of utter bewilderment and pain. She breathed heavily, muttering something unintelligible, and swayed as she sat down on the cold floor by the door.

“Masturbate, Mom!” I shouted excitedly in my mind, “Quickly, masturbate to your own son’s penis… You slutty mother, stop pretending to be reserved… Masturbate! I know what you want to do…”

As if hearing my cries, Mom slightly furrowed her brows, her hands trembling as she reached into her pajamas, slowly caressing her body. At first, she was somewhat nervous, her movements clumsy and hesitant, as if afraid of waking me at any moment. But after a while, seeing that I remained sound asleep, she relaxed, her expression calming down, and her posture becoming bolder and more unrestrained!

My mother lay sprawled, her two fair and plump legs flailing restlessly, sometimes curling together, sometimes brazenly spreading open… At the same time, her right hand slipped inside her panties, pressing and fiddling between her legs, as if an unbearable itch was brewing…

Soon, my mother became increasingly excited, her eyes fixed on my penis, her face filled with longing and admiration. Although she bit her lip tightly, faint “mmm, mmm” sounds still escaped her throat, each sound like a booming war drum, making my blood boil!

That slut, she had finally lost her nature! At this moment, I believed that the human relationship between mother and son was no longer in her mind; all she could think about was the naked intercourse between a man and a woman…

I greedily peeked at my mother; she was breathing rapidly, one hand caressing her genitals, the other kneading her high, firm breasts. Unbeknownst to her, her bra was lifted from the bottom up, revealing a dazzling expanse of white skin around her waist.

Her bra had also come loose and hung down, exposing even the lower half of her full breasts! Whenever her movements became more vigorous, those two round, snow-white breasts seemed to be struggling to break free, bouncing and leaping with her arm movements, frolicking merrily beneath the half-concealment of her bra.

"What would happen if I suddenly woke up at this moment?" The thought made me eager to try it out, wishing I could jump up immediately and expose my mother's disguise, to see how she could maintain her maternal dignity under such circumstances…

Yes, I wanted to mercilessly mock her lewdness and shamelessness, to revel in her utterly humiliated expression… and then thrust my thick, hard penis into her alluring vagina, to teach her a lesson…

However, I couldn't do that! That persistent Zhibin had repeatedly warned me beforehand that the time wasn't right. Damn it, when exactly would it be "right"? Couldn't he see that Mom was already burning with desire, her eyes blazing with intense heat, her beautiful gaze filled with nothing but lust?

Should I strictly adhere to the established plan, or should I "play it by ear"?

Before I could think any further, Mom, who had been in a state of heightened arousal, reached her climax. She pressed her head against the wall, her lithe body writhing wantonly like a water snake, her plump buttocks twitching habitually a few times before collapsing limply...

A faint, sour smell filled the air, carrying an indescribable erotic ambiance... A few seconds later, having released her desire, Mom sighed softly, her face empty and numb, and wearily propped herself up to leave. When she turned around, I noticed a wet stain around the hem of her pajamas, clearly revealing the cleft between her buttocks!

Gazing at that deep, alluring cleft, I knew I was not far from success, perhaps only one step away...

That evening, Mom's attitude towards me suddenly became so gentle and considerate. She cooked a sumptuous lunch, personally poured homemade rice wine, and softly urged me to drink more, wiping the sweat from my forehead from time to time... This was the kind of treatment Dad usually received! I suddenly felt lightheaded; after just two drinks, I was already a little disoriented!

Perhaps it was the alcohol, but I became bolder, my eyes more unrestrained than usual, greedily gazing at my mother's beautiful face, alluring figure, and curvaceous body. The more I looked, the more breathtakingly beautiful she seemed, and I couldn't help but become completely infatuated!

"Little devil, what are you looking at? How annoying!" My mother, unable to withstand my gaze any longer, gave me a disapproving look and lowered her head shyly. She looked incredibly alluring, like someone flirting with a lover, a subtle hint of spring in her eyes and brows!

"Of course... I'm looking at you, Mom! You're the most beautiful woman in the world..." I said, half-jokingly and half-seriously, "If I could, I really want to marry you..."

"Nonsense! You're a grown man, yet you still talk like a child!" Mom put down her chopsticks, glanced at me, and said with a half-smile

, "If you marry Mom, what will happen to Dad?" "I don't care! I don't care about that!" I pretended to be drunk, taking advantage of the alcohol, and leaned against Mom, saying coquettishly, "Um... Mom, I want to marry you! I just want to... Please say yes, please, this is the first time I've ever confessed my love to a girl..."

Mom chuckled, affectionately stroking my head. Leaning against her warm embrace, feeling her soft body and waist, and smelling the faint fragrance emanating from her skin.

I was completely intoxicated, my head comfortably nestled between my mother's full breasts, enjoying the food and wine she fed me. I wished we could stay in this intimate position forever, never to be apart…

After dinner, I was so drunk I could barely walk. In my hazy state, my mother helped me to my room. She not only undressed me but also gently massaged my aching temples, softly humming a lullaby… I felt like I was back in my childhood, carefree, sleeping in my cradle, drifting off to sleep with a smile…

But for some reason, I hadn't slept long before I suddenly woke up! Opening my sleepy eyes, I saw the alarm clock on the bedside table pointing to 8:10, and I was the only one left in the room. My mother must have quietly left after I fell asleep!

"What happened?" I sat blankly on the bed, feeling inexplicably uneasy, as if some strange danger was approaching!

It was purely an instinctive intuition, for no apparent reason… I hesitated for a moment, then dragged my heavy body out of bed. My steps faltered as I walked to the door, just as I was about to open it, when I suddenly heard faint voices outside. I stopped and listened carefully, and a kind, gentle voice reached my ears!

“Madam, you must make a decision quickly. We are at a critical juncture; any further delay could lead to bloodshed!”

I was so shocked I almost jumped up! This…this voice is so familiar—isn’t it the strange old man I encountered on the street a few months ago? How strange, how did he find my house? Could he…he really be an old acquaintance of my parents?

I was stunned and a little nervous. I quickly and quietly opened the door a crack and peeked into the living room. Sure enough, it was the old man. He was still wearing those faded, worn-out clothes, sitting upright on the sofa with his back to me.

My mother sat opposite him, her face filled with sorrow, her head bowed in silence. After a long while, she whispered, "Master Yun, to be honest, I'm the one who wronged him... He worked so hard to earn money to support my education through university... and yet he died at the hands of my husband and me, and died such a horrible death..."

Her words were soft, but to me they were like a bolt from the blue, a thunderclap in my heart... She finally admitted it! I finally heard my mother admit it herself! So that nightmare was real after all. Years ago, Zhibin really did die in my father's "accidental killing" while attempting to assault my mother!

Master Yun said calmly, "Seventeen years ago, I told you that the ghost of that violent death was destined to be reincarnated as your own son! And this child will possess all the memories of his past life from the day he is born..."

My mother weakly protested, "But all these years, Xiaobing has always been a perfectly normal child! He has never remembered anything that happened in his past life..."

"That's because I used magic back then to extract Zhibin's consciousness from his mind and seal it inside this bottle!" Master Yun said coldly. "But you just saw with your own eyes that the talisman on the bottle was deliberately destroyed! That means those memories of his past life have seeped back into your son's mind and are now slowly reviving!" The

mother stared blankly at the ground, muttering to herself, "If... if Xiaobing really remembers everything from his past life, what will the result be?"

Master Yun sighed deeply and said with pity, "The result will naturally be disastrous... he will be trapped in..." "He's schizophrenic. Most of the time, he knows he's your son; but under pressure, he unconsciously reverts to his 'past life' identity and develops a frantic possessiveness and desire for revenge against you, just like he swore before he died..."

The mother shuddered involuntarily, her face deathly pale as she murmured, "This is terrifying... absolutely terrifying..."

Master Yun reminded her, "Actually, these signs have already begun... Haven't you noticed that your son's behavior has been somewhat abnormal these past few months? For example, has he ever done anything out of line, anything unbecoming of a child?"

“Outrageous…behavior?” The mother murmured, repeating herself, a look of fear suddenly flashing across her eyes. Her voice trembled as she said

, “You mean, my son’s…physiological phenomena this morning…were all…all…” “That’s right, it’s all the result of his body being manipulated by his ‘past life’!” Master Yun said gravely. “If this continues, your son’s mind will eventually be completely replaced by his ‘past life,’ turning him into a mere puppet…”

The mother grew increasingly frightened, her whole body trembling uncontrollably. She sobbed, “Master, please have mercy and save us one more time…Xiaobing is my own flesh and blood. I don’t want him to remember the past; I only want him to be my son…my precious son forever…”

“I understand your feelings very well, but…” Master Yun paused, then sighed, “Alas, the cause of the past life is the effect of this life! It was indeed a wrongful death for Benefactor Zhibin back then, and his resentment has been accumulating until today! Its intensity is such that even I am not entirely confident in resolving it.”

“Then what should we do?” Mother asked, even more panicked and at a loss.

"In my humble opinion, you must compensate him in some way, so that he can fulfill his lifelong wish!" Master Yun said thoughtfully. "In this way, the resentment will dissipate by more than half, and I can then use my trump card to completely erase this unrecoverable memory of his past life!"

"His lifelong wish?" The mother was stunned for a moment, then understood. Her pale face flushed red, and she said anxiously, "But he is occupying my son's body! Isn't this... isn't this incest?"

"I will stop him at the crucial moment... but if I don't give him a taste of sweetness, how can this resentment dissipate?" Master Yun said with a hint of helplessness. "Besides this, I can't think of any other way... Whether you are willing to sacrifice yourself to save your son is up to you, Madam!"

The mother twisted the hem of her clothes in distress, her eyes showing confusion and bewilderment, clearly in a dilemma. After hesitating for a moment, she suddenly bit her lip, a resolute expression appearing on her face. She resolutely said, "What mother wouldn't save her child? Master, I don't care about anything else, I'll do as you say!"

My nose tingled with emotion, and I almost cried… People say that maternal love is the greatest and most selfless emotion in the world, and today I truly understood it. Unfortunately, this emotion cannot overcome lust, and I am slowly ruining it myself…

Master Yun nodded and slowly said, "If nothing unexpected happens, the medicinal wine you gave your son at noon has temporarily suppressed his nature! After I chant the incantation, Zhibin's consciousness will be awakened by my spell, bringing his body here… However, at that time, I must temporarily avoid him to prevent…" "To arouse his vigilance, you have to face him alone..."

Master Yun said solemnly, "Then, go and bathe and perfume yourself now, and come back after you've washed away your makeup... Hmm, one more thing, in order to release that evil desire from your 'past life' into Xiaobing's body as quickly as possible, Madam, you'd better change into a more... 'daring' outfit, try to please him as much as possible, so that you can make him fall into the trap in the shortest time... Also, throughout the process, if you can pretend to seduce him with your beauty and flatter him, making him lose his guard, then my chances of winning will increase even further... Remember, do everything according to his wishes, and never anger him! You can rest assured that at the crucial moment, I will come to your rescue..."

Mother remained silent.

In that instant, I almost wanted to abandon my shameless dream, rush out and kneel at Mother's feet, weeping and confessing my sins to her! I was about to tell her it was all a conspiracy orchestrated by her own son… But before I could even lift my foot, an evil thought suddenly surged into my mind and took control of every cell in my body…

It didn't matter who this old geezer was, whether he was a charlatan pretending to be a sage or a genuine master, it didn't matter to me! The important thing was that according to his "exorcism" plan, my mother had to passively endure my bullying! This was a golden opportunity…

My heart pounded with excitement. Stealing a glance, I saw Master Yun had already stood up and was busy in the living room. He set up an altar, hung up the yellow curtains and talismans he had brought with him, and lit several sticks of incense in the corner. After setting everything up, he sat upright on a prayer mat, closed his eyes, clasped his hands in prayer, and softly chanted scriptures, looking every bit the solemn and sacred figure!

Seeing his ridiculously serious expression, I secretly shook my head, my distrust of him deepening... A moment later, Master Yun suddenly opened his eyes, picked up the white jade bottle beside him, and unsealed the bottom. Instantly, a stream of grayish-white powder poured out, scattering onto the yellow cloth laid out on the table, forming a small sand dune.

I stared blankly, my heart filled with mixed emotions... This must be Brother Zhibin's ashes! Poor man, even in death, his soul was imprisoned in a dark, sunless bottle by this damned master... But this ghost finally escaped its cage and attached itself to me, its "future self"...

Master Yun scooped up a handful of ashes and softly chanted a spell. The mechanical, monotonous voice seemed to have a hypnotic effect, as if it drifted from another world, making the listener drowsy. He chanted as he let the ashes slip through his fingers, then scooped up a handful… I watched with growing impatience, my eyelids growing heavy…

Suddenly, something shocking happened! I found my wrist slowly rising, resting on the handle, and pulling open the door… Yet my brain hadn't issued any instructions…

Before I could react, my legs had already taken the initiative to step out of the room, dragging heavy steps towards the living room… The feeling was indescribably terrifying, like being haunted in a dream, or like an invisible, mysterious force replacing my brain and controlling my body, while my own thoughts were forcibly pushed aside!

"How could...how could this be?" I was horrified, instinctively mobilizing all my brain nerves, trying to regain control of my body...but no matter how hard I tried, my legs stubbornly moved forward, completely disobeying my brain's commands...

Could it be...that Master Yun wasn't just boasting, and really summoned Brother Zhibin's consciousness, allowing him to take over my body? Would I be expelled instead, becoming a "wandering ghost" without a physical body?

A chill ran down my spine, and I frantically engaged in a desperate "struggle" with the unseen opponent...but even after I mechanically traversed the entire living room and sat down on the sofa, I couldn't control my movements. Terrified and exhausted, I could only dejectedly give up the struggle...

Master Yun didn't even glance at me, quietly getting up and leaving. Only my breathing echoed in the spacious hall, the wind rustling the yellow curtains, creating an eerie atmosphere. A deep chill ran through me, my mind a complete blank…

I don't know how much time passed before the crisp sound of footsteps rang out, and my mother, having finished her bath, finally appeared in my sight! I involuntarily looked up, staring intently at her. But what I saw made my mouth gape open, my eyes nearly popping out of their sockets!

Good heavens, this… this is what they call “daring” clothing? Strictly speaking, what my mother was wearing couldn't even be called clothing! What covered her mature, perfect body was more like a sheer, transparent fishing net! The pure black, crisscrossing lace outlined my mother's alluring curves and highlighted her snow-white skin, creating a striking visual impact!

However, what attracted my gaze even more were my mother's high, full breasts. There wasn't even a “fishing net” there; only a few thin ribbons were wrapped around her bare breasts, barely concealing the areolas and nipples.

With each step she took, her two round, plump, and full white breasts seemed to tremble rhythmically on her chest, creating a unique cadence.

As for her lower body attire, it was equally arousing! Her shapely, slender legs were bare, a narrow thong practically nonexistent, exposing most of her firm buttocks. Beneath the fabric in the triangle area between her legs was a full, round mound…

I felt my vision blur, my brain spin, and the world seemed to be spinning before me… Was this woman walking towards me really my biological mother? Was she really the elegant, noble, and reserved mother who always wore tasteful clothes?

Even if you killed me before, I wouldn't have believed what I was seeing. My beautiful and refined mother was dressed up in such a lewd and provocative way! Although there was still a hint of shame and embarrassment on her face, and her eyes were filled with bitter tears, it couldn't stop me from feeling contempt and disdain for her...

In a daze, my mother had already walked laboriously and unsteadily to the door of the living room. Seeing me staring intently at her, my mother's cheeks flushed crimson with embarrassment. She instinctively covered her private parts with her arms, and said softly,

"Xiaobing, what...what are you looking at? Your eyes are so restless..." Before she could finish, I made a few gurgling noises in my throat, and suddenly let out a terrifying, eerie laugh, saying in a sinister tone, "Well, Xiaojing...it's been eighteen years, and we've finally met again!"

Upon hearing this, my mother screamed as if she had lost her mind, all the color draining from her pretty face, her entire body trembling hysterically...and I, too, felt as if struck by lightning, my hair standing on end...

This...this voice isn't mine! This is clearly the voice from my "past life" speaking to me in my dream! The tone, the intonation, the volume—it's exactly the same! So, am I possessed by a ghost, or am I suffering from a split personality disorder?

My thoughts were a jumbled mess, and my senses seemed to have lost their usual sharpness, becoming blind and deaf... When I finally snapped back to reality, I saw my mother collapsed on the floor, looking at me with extreme fear, her lips trembling with terror as she managed to utter a few words: "Zhi... Zhibin brother..."

In my horror, I realized I had completely lost control, every part of my body had "rebelled," and my brain had become a hollow, powerless commander—in other words, I was now nothing more than a puppet!

"How dare you call me that, you slut!" A voice completely unlike mine was squeezed out from between my teeth, speaking in a sarcastic tone, "All these years, I've thought about you every single moment! Thinking about your beauty, your cruelty, and your ingratitude... You didn't expect this, did you? Even though I'm dead, a wisp of my spirit has managed to linger, and even managed to hold on until this moment of reunion with you..."

The voice was low, hoarse, and raspy, carrying a deep-seated resentment, as if it came directly from the darkest depths of hell, making one's hair stand on end! My mother trembled with fear, her face drained of all color. She stammered, "I...I didn't...I didn't mean to hurt you...Why...are you still bothering me?"

"It's simple, I want what's rightfully mine!" I glared, baring my teeth fiercely. "You should remember, right? May 8th, 1984, the day I died. What I said to you before I died..."

Before she could answer, I repeated her words, word by word: "This revenge...I will take it one day...Even as a vengeful ghost...I will not...let you go!"

"No!" My mother cried, tears streaming down her face, pleading, "Brother Zhibin, let me go...let my son go, please...I'll do anything you ask..."

I listened coldly, my facial muscles stiff, seemingly unmoved by her cries. I said calmly, "I'll let you go, but you have to agree to one condition!"

"Really? What are the conditions?" Mom blurted out, her voice filled with surprise. But as soon as she finished speaking, she seemed to realize my intention, and a blush instantly rose on her pale cheeks, only to return to a deathly white as soon as she did.

I raised my hand like a puppet, pointed to my bulging crotch, and then beckoned to her, saying calmly, "Come on... do exactly what you did back then!"

Mom hesitated for a moment, then nodded, sobbing. She slowly and obediently lowered herself to the ground, her long limbs supporting her snow-white, translucent body, crawling over on her hands and feet... Her movements were clumsy, stiff, and unnatural, her eyes filled with tears of humiliation...

I could hardly believe my eyes; how similar this was to what had happened in that nightmare! The only difference was that the "Xiao Jing" in the dream was a young girl in the prime of her life, radiating youthful energy.

But the mother before me... time had transformed her into a sexy, voluptuous middle-aged woman, her every move exuding a mature charm that irresistibly aroused a primal urge to conquer.

From the living room doorway to the sofa, it was only a short distance of four or five meters! But to my mother at that moment, that distance felt longer than the ends of the earth! Her face was filled with shame and fear as she mechanically crawled on the floor, her two round breasts drooping, swaying slightly with each step; her plump buttocks were thrust upwards, swaying as she moved forward. Her posture resembled that of a wanton female dog,

a dog wagging its tail and begging for its master's favor! I stared, my mind a jumble of thoughts, completely blank. The only thing I could feel was my own erection growing harder and harder in my pants…

Soon, my mother crawled to the sofa and knelt submissively at my feet. She was so nervous she didn't dare lift her head, her round, bare shoulders trembling slightly, a submissive look on her face, awaiting my judgment.

"Come here, what are you daydreaming about?" I stood up, my face stiff, and said coldly, "Not like back then, willingly helping me take off my pants?"

My mother didn't dare disobey, tears streaming down her pretty face, she silently crawled to my side, her hands trembling as she reached out and unbuckled my belt. My pants immediately fell from my waistband to my feet. Then, she slowly pulled down my underwear…

my already erect penis sprang out, pointing straight up like a cannon. My mother gasped, almost instinctively averting her gaze, her face flushed crimson as if painted with rouge, and she collapsed helplessly onto the floor.

"Lift your head! I want you to take a good look at this thing you're eating!" I commanded loudly.

The thought of brazenly exposing my genitals and flaunting my male organ in front of my own mother sent a surge of wicked pleasure through my entire body…

My mother, however, blushed deeply, her neck turning bright red. She barely managed to lift her eyelids, awkwardly turning her gaze towards me. When the image of my muscular penis entered her pupils, I noticed a strange glint in her eyes. Her breathing suddenly quickened, and her expression became odd and unnatural…

“How is it? You really like your son’s big cock, don’t you?” I said nonchalantly, brandishing my penis. “Now, dear mother, please take your son’s cock into your mouth and suck it properly!”

Even I was startled by the words I uttered. Mother trembled violently, as if she had heard the most obscene words in the world. She shook her head frantically, panicked, "No, no...this is my son...I can't do this..."

"Stop pretending in front of me, you slut!" I said with a sneer. "Didn't you masturbate to this cock this morning? Can you swear you didn't want to lick it? Didn't you long for it to plunge into your cunt?"

"I..." Mother was speechless, her head bowed in shame and anxiety, her hands trembling unsure what to do. Her secret had probably been exposed; she looked utterly ashamed and couldn't speak for a long time.

"You slut? Are you even listening to me?" I said impatiently, "If you wanted something bad to happen to your son, it would be very easy..."

Mom couldn't help but cry again, choking out, "No...please...please don't hurt Xiaobing...I'll do whatever you say..." She bit her lip, staring intently at my penis, her pale face slowly moving closer...

My heart pounded. Mom...was she really going to give me oral sex? This was something I only ever dreamed about! Even just thinking about it in secret was enough to get my blood pumping...

Mom was now right between my legs, a familiar scent wafting into my nostrils... She hesitated for a few seconds, then suddenly, as if she were going all out, closed her eyes and gently licked my penis with her tongue!

"Oh—" I couldn't help but let out a soft cry, feeling the cool, slippery touch on my penis. Although it was only for a brief moment, it gave me an unprecedentedly intense stimulation...

After the first lick, Mom's psychological barrier seemed to have lessened considerably, and her eyes opened. She resignedly stuck out her tongue, licking the bulging foreskin again and again, continuously bringing me supreme pleasure… Soon, the back of my penis was completely wet with her saliva, even my testicles were glistening with it!

“Hey, don’t skip the important part! Suck on the front…” Her hoarse voice rang out again, issuing an obscene command.

My mother’s face was blank, silently reaching out to lift my penis and straighten it. Then she slowly opened her mouth, her cherry-red lips coming forward, gently enveloping the umbrella-shaped glans…

I excitedly tilted my head back, carefully savoring that incomparably wonderful sensation. The tip of my penis was entering a warm cavity, the moist and soft touch was indescribable!

“Wahhh!” I roared like a wild beast, suddenly thrusting my hips forward, forcefully pushing my penis forward! Caught off guard, Mom nearly coughed. She had to forcefully open her cute little mouth to barely manage to take in half of the thick, erect penis!

"Yes...yes...take it gently...be careful not to touch your teeth...okay, just like that...oh...it feels so good..."

Under my experienced guidance, Mom's "technique" gradually improved, and her previously stiff shoulders relaxed. Clearly, her fear was waning, and she was no longer as tense as when she first entered.

She began to concentrate on using her lips to swallow and release the penis, her tongue skillfully licking the sensitive glans. With each up-and-down movement of her head, her beautiful hair swayed lightly, occasionally brushing against her fair, smooth, half-naked body, creating an image full of lewdness.

"God, Mom's giving me oral sex... this can't be a dream, can it?" A long time passed, and I still couldn't quite believe it was real. But the lewd "tsk, tsk" sounds of her sucking my penis kept reminding me that what was happening before my eyes was undeniably true... After

a while, Mom seemed a little tired; fine beads of sweat appeared on her nose. Although she tried her best to move her cheeks, the rhythm slowed, clearly indicating she was running out of energy. I patted her cheek, signaling her to open her mouth, and pulled my engorged penis out of that warm, moist place.

Mom collapsed wearily to the ground, letting out soft breaths, her breasts heaving. After a moment, she wiped the liquid from the corner of her mouth and asked shyly in a low voice, "Brother Zhibin, is this... is this okay?"

"No way! If you don't play the part perfectly today, don't expect me to let you go!" I said with a lewd grin.

My mother's body trembled, and she stammered, "You... what else do you want to do?"

I squinted, my gaze greedily fixed on my mother's high, firm breasts, those alluring peaks barely covered by a few pieces of cloth, yet concealing the most important parts. I swallowed hard, impatiently saying, "Show me your breasts completely, I want to see them with my own eyes..."

Before I could finish the sentence, I suddenly froze, a strange, inexplicable feeling welling up inside me. Although the voice I had just uttered was still Zhibin's, the words themselves were clearly my own thoughts! And... and my torso and limbs seemed to have regained their freedom without me even realizing it...

Could it be that I and my "past life" were gradually merging into one? Could it be... could it be that I am him now, and he is me, and there is no longer any distinction between us? Then, is it the "past life" invading the thoughts of this life, or is this life digesting the memories of the "past life"?

In other words, who am I now? Am I Zhibin? Am I Xiaobing? Or a mixture of both? I was completely unable to answer myself, utterly confused, and subconsciously glanced at my mother. Suddenly, my chest burned, as if struck by a heavy boulder, and my breath and heartbeat stopped for a moment…

“God, am I… am I seeing things?” I cried out inwardly, raising my hand in disbelief and rubbing my eyes vigorously. I couldn’t help but feel a profound shock… My mother had obediently removed the last obstacle of her upper body, revealing her perfect, proud breasts completely naked!

On those bare breasts, two full, snow-white breasts almost filled my entire field of vision. Although they were no longer covered by clothing, these two high mounds of flesh hardly sagged! The crystal-clear, snow-white orbs had perfectly rounded curves, looking like ripe peaches, firm, full, and overflowing with juicy sweetness, making one want to take a bite!

What was even more breathtaking, however, were the two luscious nipples atop her breasts. The areolas were a slightly darker shade than I had imagined, a very mature and alluring light brown. The two delicate nipples weren't large, but they were tender and plump, like round, ripe cherries, adorning the round, snow-white breasts, creating an extremely provocative and sensual scene…

I stared intently, my eyelids never blinking, not wanting to miss a single detail. A strange warmth welled up inside me, and I was almost moved to tears!

Finally… finally, I saw my mother's breasts exposed! Looking back, back when I was eleven, I had endless fantasies about my mother's breasts, dreaming of seeing them for myself! Especially after I learned that she had never breastfed me, this desire became increasingly intense and uncontrollable, eventually transforming into a crazy, perverse possessiveness!

If my mother had kept her promise to me back then, allowing me to properly admire and play with her breasts to satisfy my curiosity, what would the outcome have been? Perhaps the memories of my "past life," hidden in my subconscious, would have gradually faded with time, never disturbing my life in this life.

But back then, to uphold her maternal dignity, my mother regarded her breasts as a "forbidden zone" for her son, preferring to break her promise rather than allow me to touch them… She could never have imagined that it was precisely because her curiosity was not satisfied that my most primal, animalistic urges towards her were triggered; that the evil memories of my "past life" would ultimately break free from the constraints of Master Yun's talismanic bottle, controlling my originally pure consciousness in this life…

"You wretched woman, you caused all of this yourself… Now you will pay the price for this terrible mistake!" Boiling blood surged to my head, and without thinking, I squatted down, extending my demonic hands slowly towards my mother's chest, preparing to climb those two Mount Everests I had longed for day and night!

As my hands slowly approached, a look of tension and panic crossed Mom's face. She slightly raised her two pale arms, as if trying to protect her chest. But under my threatening snort, she finally gave in and didn't dare to resist at all...

I smiled triumphantly, and suddenly clenched my hands, which had been cupping her breasts, into mine, grasping each of her full breasts in one hand!

"Oh—" My hand trembled, as if an electric current had passed through my palm and spread to every cell in my body... Almost at the same instant, Mom gasped, her body shuddering as if electrocuted! But I couldn't care less about that now. I involuntarily closed my eyes, savoring the unparalleled, wonderful feel!

Mom's breasts were incredibly full and swollen. My ten fingers were stretched to their limit, but I could only barely grasp most of one breast. The smooth, delicate breasts were soft and yielding, heavy and substantial in my hands. Perhaps due to her focus on exercise, these fair and tender breasts lacked the sagging often seen in middle-aged women. Instead, they were full of youthful and healthy elasticity, making me want to touch them again and again, unwilling to let go...

"Hehe... Being grabbed and kneaded by your own son, you must be ashamed!" I still used Zhibin's hoarse voice, but the tone and content of my words were no different from my usual self.

"No...don't...don't do this..." My mother's face was full of shame. She didn't notice my strange behavior at all. She pleaded weakly, "I beg you...don't use Xiaobing's hands...I...I feel so guilty..."

I chuckled and said, "Stop being hypocritical, my beauty...I know you like this...the more shameful the feeling, the more excited you are...it's because of the guilt that you get such great pleasure...look, I've only said a few words and your nipples are already erect..."

"Nonsense...you're talking nonsense...I didn't...you...you're shameless and filthy..." My mother's voice trembled, and her tone changed subtly. The words she uttered

were quite similar to the lewd moans she used to make when flirting with "Mr. Heart Demon"...Finally, I had my fill of touching her. I released my mother's white and full breasts and sat back on the sofa, satisfied. After flexing my aching hands, I pointed to my still erect penis and said lewdly to my mother,

"Listen, if you suck what's inside out, I'll let you and your son go..."

This time, my mother didn't hesitate for a second. She immediately grabbed my legs, her pink face filled with urgent anxiety, and took my penis back into her mouth. Her soft tongue immediately began to lick the glans rapidly, as if savoring ice cream, and she swallowed the penis as deeply as possible.

I was taken aback, feeling a little stunned. My mother's actions were so focused; it didn't seem like she was being coerced into doing such an immoral thing! Seeing her sucking so passionately, I clearly felt that deep down, my mother also longed for oral sex, longed to taste her own son's penis to her heart's content...

I shook my head, trying to keep my mind clear. Although I had been trying my best to entice my mother to break the taboo, when she actually slid into the abyss of incest, I found it hard to accept... But just then, my mother suddenly tossed her flowing hair aside, brushing away the stray strands that fell across her forehead. Her gesture was so natural, so alluring, so full of the charm of a mature woman...

I was stunned... Her hair was parted, and a beautiful face flushed red appeared before me! I suddenly felt that this face had become somewhat unfamiliar, because it was filled with an expression of intoxication, passion, and confusion, without a trace of humiliation or sadness!

For a moment, my mother was like a lustful woman, completely absorbed in licking and sucking her son's penis. Even while tossing her hair, she didn't want to stop licking and sucking, instead pressing her lips even tighter, as if afraid that the thick penis would slip out of her mouth. At the same time, her hand actually slipped inside her thong, rubbing back and forth between her legs at the bulge, as if it were unbearably itchy.

"Mmm...mmm..." Mom squeezed out indistinct nasal sounds, her mature face flushed an alluring pink. Slippery love juice dripped from between her fingers, then fell to the floor, pooling into a small puddle...

Who could believe such a scene? A mother who, just over six months ago, was pure, dignified, and inviolable, was now obediently kneeling at her son's feet, sucking on her own flesh and blood's thick penis while lewdly stimulating her honeypot?

With a "thud," the sacred image of "mother" completely collapsed in my heart. I knew that in this life, I would never again accept the identity of "mother," only seeing her as a woman driven by lust, a sex object!

Whether I'm Xiaobing or Zhibin, what does it matter? No matter who I am, I must possess her! Whether from excitement or anger, I suddenly let out a roar, my penis throbbing violently as I ejaculated a large amount of semen into my mother's mouth! But at the same moment, an irresistible wave of fatigue washed over me, as if I had been given anesthesia. My vision went black, and I fainted, feeling dizzy and lightheaded…

I remained unconscious, surrounded by endless darkness. I don't know how much time passed, but in my hazy state, I seemed to hear faint voices, which gradually became clearer in my ears…

Suddenly, I awoke from my chaotic world. The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was the chandelier on the ceiling, emitting a soft and pleasant light. Then I smelled a delicate fragrance. Still feeling a little dizzy, I rubbed my forehead, struggling to sit up halfway. My gaze was blank as I looked around, only then realizing that I was lying on the large bed in my parents' bedroom, covered with a thin sheet.

"Damn it! How could I have fainted at such a crucial moment?" Recalling the scene before I collapsed, I was extremely frustrated, but also felt something was strange. I'm usually not this weak; I only lose some vital energy, how did I become so "weak"...? I heard faint voices outside the room again, and I quickly pricked up my ears. I heard my mother and Master Yun whispering.

"Master, do you think my son... is he really alright?" my mother asked worriedly, her tone very uneasy.

"Don't worry! He's just recovered from being drunk. He'll be fine once he sobers up!"

After a moment of silence, the mother stammered, "But... will Xiaobing remember what happened just now?" She paused, her voice choked with emotion, "If he knew that I, his mother, had done something so shameless, he would despise me forever..." "

Your son is unlikely to know these things! Don't forget, he was actually asleep the whole time. Those words and actions were the result of manipulation from his 'past life'..." Master Yun said calmly, "That's why I repeatedly told you to find a way to get Xiaobing drunk before I came. In my opinion, at most he'll only vaguely remember having a ridiculous erotic dream, that's all!" But the mother still worried, "Won't he regain his memories of Zhibin?"

"This old man is quite confident!" Master Yun said with considerable certainty. "At the very moment he ejaculates, the resentment is expelled from his body along with his vital essence, and the memories of his past life vanish. From that moment on, he is completely your son, both physically and mentally... He will bid farewell to the past and live a long life in this life..."

"That's good...that's good..." Mom said repeatedly, sounding very relieved... But I secretly sneered. Yes, the grudges and hatred of the "past life" may have truly disappeared, but the twisted love and entanglement of this life has only just begun...

"But there is one thing you must remember!" Master Yun's voice suddenly became stern, and he said each word clearly, "Never mention Brother Zhibin in front of Xiaobing! Remember, no matter what the circumstances, you must never talk about anything related to the 'past life,' not even a single detail!"

"Why?" Mom's voice trembled again. "Didn't you say that those memories have disappeared?"

Master Yun sighed deeply: "That's true, but there are subtle connections between past and present lives. If you accidentally let it slip, it could still bring unimaginable disaster!"

I listened silently, suddenly filled with awe for the old man. Only now did I believe that he was indeed a highly accomplished master, who had predicted almost everything. If I hadn't miraculously woken up from my drunken stupor, I would have been completely defeated by him tonight—utterly defeated in both my past and present lives, and perhaps even forgotten about violating my mother's dreams…

"Alright, I've done what I needed to do; I've said what I needed to say…" Master Yun's tone suddenly became a little strange, as he said hesitantly, "But fate is often unpredictable. If some irreversible situation arises in the future, then… don't deliberately resist it, just let nature take its course!"

"What irreversible situation? Master, please explain clearly!" my mother asked anxiously.

"Heavenly secrets cannot be revealed, I cannot speak further!" Master Yun said softly. "Your son will wake up soon, go and comfort him... This old man will take his leave now!"

My mother repeatedly tried to persuade him to stay, but Master Yun insisted on leaving, adopting an unfathomable demeanor and refusing to leave any way to contact him, saying that he could no longer be of any help. Helpless, my mother could only thank him profusely and see him off.

I stared blankly into deep thought: What did this old man mean by leaving such cryptic words? Was he hinting at something? Or...?

A crisp sound of footsteps rang out, and my mother appeared in the bedroom doorway. She immediately saw that I had sat up, and her face lit up with a mixture of surprise and joy. Before I could even greet her, she rushed over, pulling me into a tight embrace. She stammered, "Xiaobing, you're awake... my darling, you... you're finally awake..."

I yawned, feigning sleepiness, and mumbled, "Mom, what happened? Why... why am I in your bed?"

My mother didn't answer, only kissed me repeatedly, rubbing her smooth forehead against my cheek. Tears of joy streamed down her face, falling onto my lips. I could feel the warmth of her tears, filled with her deep affection for me—a mother's doting love for her son, and a woman's longing for her man.

The next day, the atmosphere at home was outwardly calm, as if nothing had happened. The only difference was the white jade vase. It was still there, but the ashes inside were gone, probably taken away by that Master Yun.

Overwhelmed with mixed emotions, I thought this might mark a complete break with my past. All those dreams about my "past life"—whether it was personally experiencing events from my previous life or conversing with Zhibin in this life—would never appear when I slept at night again! In other words, it was as if I had undergone a "rebirth," starting a completely new life!

However, my illicit desire for my mother did not diminish; on the contrary, it surged like fuel on a fire. Now, I only had one question on my mind day and night: how could I continue my "seduce my mother" plan, which I was secretly carrying out, until it was successfully completed?

Originally, this plan had already reached the fifth stage, and the dawn of victory was in sight. But at this crucial moment, Zhibin's thoughts completely disappeared from my mind, failing to tell me what to do next.

However, this small setback could absolutely not shake my determination to possess my mother! I always had a vague feeling that the evil plan was not actually Zhibin's idea, but rather something that had always existed in my subconscious.

For a long time, the thought of having sex with my mother had been so deeply ingrained, yet unfulfilled, that it led to this crazy idea! In other words, if I thought about it carefully and considered it thoroughly, I could completely complete the rest of the plan while sober, because it was a plan I had conceived myself…

That night, I tentatively asked my mother why she had cried so bitterly in my arms the previous day, as if I had come back to life. She calmly explained that I had drunk too much and was completely drunk, which frightened her. When she saw me awake, she became so excited that she lost her composure.

“Oh, I see!” I nodded, but my face showed a skeptical expression as I suspiciously looked her up and down.

My mother became uneasy under my gaze and quickly changed the subject, talking to me about other things. But I didn't respond much, giving a listless reply before turning and leaving. In the following days, I deliberately treated my mother with a cold attitude.

When she came home from work in the evening, I no longer followed her around as affectionately as before; my gaze towards her was no longer filled with the same tenderness, and I often looked down with a lost expression, deliberately avoiding her caring gaze.

Before, every evening at dinner, my mother and I would chat and laugh, sharing our feelings. But these past few days, I've remained silent, just eating my food by myself. Even when I do say a few words, it's always my mother who asks questions, and I passively answer. And what comes out of my mouth are mostly short, concise sentences, sometimes simply a "yes" or "no" to brush it off, not giving her a chance to delve deeper.

What's worse, as soon as I finished dinner, I would immediately hide in my room to study, leaving my mother all alone in the living room until she came out to nod before going to bed... In short, I tried everything I could to intentionally or unintentionally neglect her, building an invisible barrier between us...

With a woman's intuition, my mother quickly realized that our relationship was becoming increasingly distant, even reaching an unprecedented crisis. It was clear she was very distressed, anxious, and heartbroken. In just a few days, she had become noticeably thinner, her face tinged with sadness and weariness, and her eyes had lost their usual sparkle, making her look heartbreaking.

She tried to break the ice and openly share her thoughts with me, but my reaction was quite negative—my goal was to horrify my mother into discovering that she was emotionally losing me, her biological son, and losing my trust and dependence on her… This was precisely what my mother feared most and could not accept under any circumstances…

After all, in the past six months, she had lost far too much: her father, whom she had hoped to rely on for life; the “demon man” she had an affair with over the phone; and the entangled Zhibin… These men, who held varying degrees of importance in her life, were now all gone… In such a moment of despair, my mother must cherish me, her only family member, and absolutely does not want me to secretly “abandon” her as well…

I firmly believe that at this moment, my mother must be eager to rebuild a close mother-son relationship and salvage the fading family bond. If I could grasp her anxious state of mind and make good use of it, I could achieve my planned goal…

More than a week passed. One evening, I was sitting at my desk, absentmindedly flipping through my textbooks, when there was a knock on the door. I got up and opened the door to find my mother standing there.

“Xiaobing, may I come in?” she asked softly with a smile.

“Sure,” I said casually, letting her into the room. Tonight, my mother was wearing a short-sleeved patterned nightgown, smelling of a fresh and pleasant perfume. Her freshly washed long hair was casually draped over her shoulders, making her look both charming and elegant. Faced with such a beautiful woman, no man could bear to refuse her.

“Reading? I hope I’m not disturbing you?” She sat down on the edge of the bed as if nothing had happened, elegantly crossing her bare right leg and seemingly casually placing it on my chair. The hem of her nightgown immediately lifted up, revealing a section of her snow-white, full thigh.

Suddenly, I understood. My mother was afraid I would refuse to talk to her again tonight, so she resorted to using her beauty as bait to launch her attack. As for whether she did this intentionally or unintentionally? Was it out of the natural instinct of a beautiful woman, subconsciously displaying her charm to the opposite sex? Or was it a well-thought-out decision, a resolute determination to please me at all costs? That remains unknown!

But in any case, my mother's move was dangerous, or rather, it was exactly what I wanted. In that instant, I made up my mind to make my mother play with fire and burn herself, sliding step by step into the abyss of incest...

I composed myself and said indifferently, "Is there something you need?"

"Oh, no, I just wanted to talk to you..." My mother hesitated for a moment, then said hesitantly, "Xiaobing, lately... have you been troubled by something?"

"No!" I answered stiffly, but my gaze deliberately drifted to her bare thighs. Of course, this didn't escape my mother's notice. Her eyes lit up immediately, and she looked at me with a half-smile, a confident expression that she had me figured out.

"If you have something on your mind, you can tell Mom. Of course, you're not a child anymore, and some things are your privacy, which I shouldn't pry into... But Mom still hopes you can tell me what's been making you so down lately?"

I frowned, feigning hesitation, and after a long pause, whispered, "Mom, really, nothing! Please don't be so suspicious." "

You're lying!" Mom looked me straight in the eye. "I can see you're upset! Why... why can't you tell Mom?"

"But if I tell you, you'll definitely be angry!"

"Look at you! You're my son, how could Mom be angry with you?" She scolded me playfully, lightly tapping my leg with her toe. It didn't sound like a mother talking to her son; it sounded more like she was flirting with a lover.

"So, can you promise me you won't get angry no matter what I say?" I asked, feigning indifference.

"Okay, I promise!" Mom said with a smile, completely unaware that she was stepping into a trap.

I pretended to hesitate for a long time before reluctantly speaking, "Mom, do you remember that night a week ago when I drank a lot and got drunk?"

"Yes. I've already explained it to you. Is there a problem?" she asked, puzzled.

"No problem..." I stammered, "but...but I had a dream, a strange, inexplicable dream..."

"Oh? What kind of strange dream?"

"I dreamt I was sitting on the sofa in the living room, with an incense table next to me, huge yellow curtains and colorful talismans hanging on the wall, and several sticks of incense burning in the corner..." I talked on and on, describing the living room setup that night in detail, even the smallest details.

The smile on Mom's face gradually froze, the color draining from her cheeks. Forcing herself to remain calm, she said, "Xiaobing, you...you really dreamed...about all of this?"

I nodded earnestly, my voice low and serious. "Yes, and I even dreamed about you, Mom! I had just sat down on the sofa when you appeared at the living room door. What shocked me was that you actually...you actually..."

"You actually what?" Mom pressed anxiously, fear showing in her eyes. I suddenly softened my tone and said casually, "What shocked me was that you weren't wearing any clothes, Mom, you were completely naked..."

This statement contradicted the truth. Mom paused, let out a soft sigh, her face flushing red with embarrassment. She spat out, "You brat, what nonsense are you talking about?"

I ignored her and continued, "You came to my side and personally took off my clothes and pants, so I was naked now, just like you. Then you told me that there's no barrier between mother and son, so we should revert to our most primal, animalistic state and understand each other's most private secrets..."

"Pah, pah...you brat, how could your mother say such absurd things? You're just being ridiculous..." My mother's face turned even redder, as if she had a guilty conscience. Her eyes darted around, avoiding my gaze, and she whispered, "And then? What else did you dream about?"

I mustered my courage and said bluntly, "Then, I dreamed that you were lying on the ground, your legs spread wide apart, your entire vulva exposed in a wanton manner. One hand was caressing your tender breasts, and the other was pressing against your cunt, masturbating..."

"Enough, you brat!" My mother stopped me, both ashamed and angry, and said loudly with a displeased expression, "Where did you learn such vulgar language? How dare you be so insolent in front of your mother?"

Although she was angrily rebuking me, my intuition told me that my mother wasn't actually as angry as she appeared. Rather than scolding me for my rudeness, she was using this to save face and dignity, and to cover up her own loss of composure... Was that really the case? I decided to take a gamble…

“Didn’t you tell me what was on my mind, and promise you wouldn’t get angry?” I turned my head away resentfully, saying aggrievedly, “Fine, if you don’t want to listen, then forget it! There was another very important secret later, but I’m too lazy to tell you now…”

“An important… secret?” Mom’s temper vanished instantly, but her expression tensed up again, as if afraid I was hiding some truth. She smiled awkwardly and said, “Xiaobing, Mom isn’t angry, I’m just a little… a little embarrassed… I’m so happy you’re willing to speak your mind! You… you can continue, Mom promises not to interrupt you!”

I said sternly, “I’ll be upfront, many of the actions and words in this dream are extremely obscene and vulgar, does Mom really want to hear it?”

“Ah… it’s alright!” Mom said, forcing herself to speak, “Just repeat it word for word, say whatever you want, Mom will never blame you.”

I chuckled inwardly, knowing that what Mom was most eager to know at this moment was whether I had just had a vulgar erotic dream. Or perhaps she really did dream of the terrible events of that night. She must remember Master Yun's repeated warnings not to let me know anything about my "past life." Therefore, the more my dream matched reality, the worse it was for her. I was almost certain that from now on, no matter how obscene I said, Mom would force herself to listen until she resolved her doubts.

"Next, Mom, gesture for me to come closer so I can give you a full-body massage. You said it's been a long time since you've enjoyed the feeling of being caressed by a man's hands. You need me to temporarily set aside my role as a son and play the role of a strong man to quench your long-empty body..."

Mom blushed, listening silently to my filthy words. At first, she seemed very shy and embarrassed, her shame and anger evident. But as my voice gradually deepened, my magnetic voice carried a special allure, and my seductive words added to the decadent atmosphere. These were words I often used when flirting with her on the phone under the guise of "Mr. Inner Demon," so I was extremely skilled at using them. How could Mom resist? She quickly became engrossed, her eyes gradually blurring, and she would occasionally open her small mouth to let out a suppressed breath.

I observed carefully, talking non-stop, while my right hand quietly reached out and grasped Mom's beautiful, delicate foot resting on the chair, skillfully massaging the sole. She only struggled slightly and then stopped, letting my palm invade her inch by inch from her ankle, climbing up her shapely, smooth calf to her rounded knee, where it settled.

"Next, Mom, put your toes on my knee, a bit like the position we're in now... You want me to use the gentlest technique to massage your leg muscles. Look, like this... like this massage..."

As I spoke softly, I lifted the hem of my mother's nightgown to the side, instantly exposing her two plump, fair thighs. The smooth, natural lines and silky-smooth skin were simply irresistible to the touch. I continued my "massage" until I reached almost to the base of her thighs before my mother instinctively stopped me…

"Later, you used your feet to clamp my penis, rubbing and kneading it back and forth… You said you wanted to transform it from a limp little penis into a hard, thick one, so that we could both bring each other pleasure…"

Under my deliberate seduction, my mother seemed hypnotized, completely immersed in the dual pleasure of hearing and touch. She bit her lower lip, hesitant to speak, her buttocks swaying almost imperceptibly on the edge of the bed, her white, jade-like feet reaching under my crotch, her five toes lightly touching my scrotum in turn, like dragonflies skimming the water.

Even a fool could see that Mom was desperately wanting it; a burning desire, strong enough to overwhelm reason, was raging within her, craving the most intense intercourse. However, her feminine reserve prevented her from speaking up, from tearing off the mask of "motherhood." I knew the crucial moment had arrived. All the conditions were ripe; she was just waiting for me to deliver the decisive blow…

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