[Urban] The Underwear Romance (Complete) - 22-24

Perverted Love ~ (17) Rape of Wife and Daughter

I unlocked the door, returning to the warmth of my home after a long day of hard work.

"Darling," my wife greeted me with a smile. She was wearing a simple white dress, her black hair tied into a ponytail that swayed behind her head with her steps. "You seem to be particularly late today."

"Yes, I was discussing with my students until very late," I said, still faintly feeling the pleasure of raping the tender flesh of a female student.

"Discussing?" My wife suddenly covered her mouth and giggled, her face flushed with a thin blush. "With this naughty thing?" Her slender, smooth fingers probed into my pants. "How did you discuss it?" she asked excitedly. I saw her erect nipples under her cotton clothes.

"You're not wearing a bra again," I laughed, pinching her right nipple.

"Ah... um..." My wife laughed coquettishly, her warm fingers already inside my underwear, gently stroking my penis. "Stop pinching... or else..." She twisted her body, but didn't seem to refuse.

"Or else what?" I asked with a smile.

"My... my milk will flow out." She smiled, the white cotton covering her nipples already soaked with milk, turning a light blue color.

"Hehe... are you pregnant again?" I laughed. "Ah ah..."

Although my wife was older, the lust and desire of an adult woman were incomparable to that of a young woman. She caressed my glans with her palm, the clear mucus already covering my entire penis. "It's all... it's all your fault... every time you have to... fill my belly with semen... and spray your semen into my uterus..." she complained, but happily stuck out her tongue and licked my lips.

I took her into my mouth and sucked deeply, the sweet taste coming from the tip of my tongue, a sweet and sour smell, with a hint of milk.

"Ha...ah..." After a long while, we finally separated. "Darling..." My wife's face showed a wanton expression again. "How did you do those female students? Do me the same way." She slowly unbuckled my belt, took off my clothes, revealing my thick, slightly gleaming penis.

I took off her clothes, and her two large breasts popped out, with a few drops of light white milk on her pink nipples. Underneath her dress were black stockings, but her beautiful petals were bare, covered with transparent dewdrops.

"So wet..." I checked with my fingers, sighing.

"Mmm...I...have been waiting for you for so long today..."

My wife's alluring face, deeply immersed in lust, aroused my strong desire. "Do you want to know how I did those female students today?" I laughed, letting my wife lie on the carpet in the living room, slowly pressing my body against hers, my penis smoothly entering her wet vagina.

"Ah..." My wife's snow-white breasts trembled. "How did you do it? Tell me." She gasped.

I thrust my penis deep inside, the head pressing against her nectar-filled vulva, and slowly pumped in and out.

"I broke the virginity of three female students today," I laughed.

"Ah..." My wife writhed seductively, her legs wrapped around my waist, her hips swaying back and forth in rhythm with the thrusting of my penis.

"First, I dragged a female student down the stairs to the storage room," I said, playing with her soft breasts that were overflowing with milk. "I raped her there, inserting my penis into her virgin vagina beneath her snow-white panties. Her hymen was very thin, and I pierced it easily, causing her to bleed quite a bit."

I thrust, the tip of my penis sending waves of intense pleasure through me. My wife seemed very excited as she heard me recount how I had raped the female students, her vagina tightening even more. "How did you rape her? Did she cry? Did you ejaculate inside her?" my wife asked excitedly, her nectar gushing even more uncontrollably from her vulva.

"Hehe..." I chuckled, gently kissing my wife's lips. "Of course I ejaculated inside her. I pinned her down and slowly inserted my penis inch by inch. She writhed excitedly and climaxed instantly. I kept thrusting into her throbbing cunt, filling her mouth and vagina with semen." "

Ahhhhh..." my wife moaned ecstatically, imagining herself as the female student being raped. "Was she... having so much fun?" my wife asked.

"At first, she resisted painfully, but when my glans gripped her clitoris tightly, this little girl immediately started writhing her ass like a prostitute," I laughed.

"What... did she call out?" my wife asked excitedly, as I increased the force of my thrusts.

"Teacher! Ahhh... Teacher... I'm going to die... Rape me again... Rape me... Rape me... I want you to rape me like a prostitute!" I said.

"Ah... rape me... fuck my cunt... fuck your little whore... penetrate her flesh!"

My wife imitated the female student, repeating her lewd moans. "Darling, rape me quickly, fuck me like that girl!"

I smiled and kissed her lips. "Have you forgotten that you were originally my student?"

My wife sucked on my saliva and sighed softly, "Ah... teacher... quickly penetrate your student, ejaculate inside her belly... rape me with your penis!"

We both reached a violent climax, my glans trembling as I ejaculated a large amount of semen, which mixed with the large amount of vaginal fluid gushing from my wife's body, rolling in that beautiful flesh.

"Ah... darling... my good brother... my father..."

My wife's watery black eyes gazed at me affectionately, reminding me of when I first became a junior high school teacher more than twenty years ago, and I brought the most beautiful girl in the class home and raped her for a whole week. That girl later became the beautiful wife beneath me.

"Good Daddy... what are you thinking about?" My wife wrapped her arms around my neck and asked sweetly.

"I was thinking about the first time we met," I said.

"Hehe..." My wife chuckled, "You were the worst! You locked me in the house and raped me for a week. I was only twelve years old then." My wife's face flushed again, and she was probably reminiscing about that wonderful week.

"That week... I hardly drank any water... I drank your semen..."

My wife's face showed the shyness of her teenage years, but with the seductive charm of a mature woman. "That's when I got pregnant with your first child..."

"Is my semen delicious?" I asked, feeling my penis slowly harden inside my wife again.

"You're so naughty... brother is bad..." My wife gently bit my shoulder, "I... I wish I could suck your semen all day long and swallow all that fragrant semen." I laughed happily and kissed my wife's sweet lips deeply again, while slowly thrusting.

"Ah..." my wife groaned. "Miho...she's been waiting for you until midnight. Do you want to go see her?"

I said, slowly pulling my penis out while sucking on my wife's sweet breast milk. "Oh, that's terrible. I forgot it's her twenty-first birthday today," I said. Thick, white nectar kept flowing from between my wife's petals. My wife slowly dipped her finger in the nectar and licked it all off with her tongue.

"It's alright, go ahead. I'll go see if the boys are asleep," my wife said softly. I then turned away from her and went upstairs to my daughter's room.

My eldest daughter, Miho, was twenty-one years old today. She lived with my second daughter, Ruolan. Their beds were bunk beds, and Miho slept on the lower bunk.

I slowly opened my daughters' bedroom door, finding it dark; they must both be asleep. Not wanting to wake them, I didn't turn on the light and tiptoed into their room.

After a while, my eyes adjusted to the darkness, and by the moonlight streaming through the window, I bent down to look at the sleeping Miho. Dried traces of water clung to her beautiful face, her long, black hair cascading down her bare back. She lay naked on the bed, fast asleep.

But I noticed several dried water stains on her body. I imagined the birthday party my family would throw for her, her three sons inserting their penises into her anus, vagina, and mouth, giving their beloved eldest sister their youthful semen as a twenty-first birthday gift.

A moment later, I was astonished to find thick streams of semen slowly flowing from my eldest daughter Miho's anus. With each breath, the semen was squeezed out of her soft, smooth anus by her body.

Looking at her smooth, shapely buttocks and the two beautiful labia that were faintly visible, my penis hardened again. I carefully climbed onto Miho's bed; we were both naked. I was eager to defile my beautiful sleeping daughter.

I easily spread Miho's defenseless buttocks with my hands and brought my mouth close to her fragrant buttocks. Strangely, there was no semen between her petals, only some sweet nectar.

I slowly sucked on Miho's petals, biting and licking them, while my fingers gently played with the gradually swollen clitoris—the small clitoris where the two petals met.

My tongue slowly probed into Miho's warm, fleshy cave, greedily sucking the nectar flowing from her body like a bee. The dark and moist cave was constantly overflowing with sweet wine. Miho's body writhed, her breathing gradually becoming heavy, and alluring panting sounds constantly came from her delicate lips.

I couldn't help but think of the girl I raped today; she had a beautiful, voluptuous vagina. I found her sitting alone in her seat in the classroom, apparently unable to participate in gym class because she wasn't feeling well. So I forcibly removed her clothes, forcefully thrust my penis into her vagina, and tasted her virginity while fondling her body.

She struggled fiercely, but like the girl I raped in the storage room, she was a born prostitute. I pinched her small, firm nipples, "Feels good, doesn't it?" I whispered in her ear.

"Being raped by a teacher in the classroom, that's something you've been fantasizing about, isn't it?" She naturally shook her head in denial, but from her gradually moistening genitals and increasingly docile attitude, I knew she was starting to get aroused. "Ah... Teacher..."

After a while, she moaned, sucking on my tongue. "I love you so much, Teacher... During class, I always watch you and secretly masturbate..." Her cunt sucked on my penis intensely and tightly, like a living thing, showing that she was a complete virgin.

"Teacher..." she moaned, pinned to the floor by me, my penis deeply inserted into her newly deflowered, tender cunt.

"Please rape my body... rape me... fuck my cunt..." She clung to me like a bitch in heat, her hips awkwardly twisting, trying to make my penis thrust all the way in.

"I'm a slutty, bad girl... I need the teacher to punish me..." she murmured, lost in the pleasure of my glans hitting her clitoris.

"Ah... Teacher... I love you so much, Teacher... Fuck me... Fuck my cunt..." she cried out as she fell into an infinitely pleasurable orgasm. I ejaculated deeply inside her, until her little uterus was filled with my seed.

As I sucked on Miho's nectar, I recalled the girls I had violated today, how they all greedily craved my penetration of their cunts, which were dripping with lustful juices, like wanton prostitutes.

Suddenly, a gush of hot liquid spurted out, Miho's body convulsed, and before I could swallow, the warm, viscous liquid sprayed onto my face and splattered all over the bed.

"Ah...?" Miho opened her eyes dazedly, panting heavily, "Daddy?"

"Hi, my lovely daughter." I smiled, pressed down on Miho's smooth body, grasped her full breasts, and put my tongue into Miho's mouth.

Miho sucked eagerly, her beautiful black eyes, inherited from her mother's deep gaze, revealing a woman's wanton greed, as if tempting me to penetrate her.

"So it's Daddy..." Miho sighed softly after separating us, "You've ruined me..." Miho laughed shyly, "What's wrong?" I asked with a smile, "I just had a dream..." Miho said, we lay face to face, caressing each other's wet and hot genitals, "...dreaming about Daddy..." Miho gently bit my ear, licking it with the tip of her tongue, "Putting me down, violently raping me, and then filling my mouth and uterus with semen..." Miho's bell-like voice slowly repeated those incredibly obscene words, "...and and and...Daddy ejaculated inside me..."

I looked at Miho excitedly, she deliberately moved her waist closer to me, "Fuck me, Daddy." Miho whispered, the heat of her body making me unable to resist pressing against her, and with a "plop," I penetrated her wet petals.

"Ah... Daddy..." Miho moaned joyfully, "My good daddy... fuck your daughter... rape your own daughter... ah... my daddy..." We greedily pounded our genitals against each other, my glans sinking deep into my daughter's flower, Miho released a large amount of lustful fluid, soaking the sheets.

"Daddy..." Miho moaned, I grabbed her breasts and rubbed them hard, "Fuck me... fuck my hole..." I pressed close to Miho's face, my dear daughter immediately licked me greedily, like a female beast in heat, "Daddy..." Miho gasped, her eyes filled with the mist of lustful lovemaking, "I love you so much..."

"I love you too, my good daughter." I laughed, letting our tongues intertwine deeply, not separating for a long time.

"Daddy... ha..." Miho gasped, "Today is a dangerous day..." Upon hearing this, I said, "Didn't you take your medicine?"

"No... my dear daddy..." Miho whispered sweetly in my ear, "Let me get pregnant... I'm already twenty-one years old... I want to give daddy a fat son... and a beautiful little girl."

I hesitated, unsure whether I should let my daughter get pregnant.

"Daddy..." Miho groaned, "You know I've always wanted to have your child since I was little." She sighed tenderly, "Daddy... I want your child as my birthday present..."

I said, "But... you still have to get married in the future..." Miho immediately said solemnly, "Daddy, I won't marry anyone else!"

"I only want Daddy's child," Miho sighed, "Do you know that Mommy and my brothers threw me a huge birthday party today? They gave me four hours of continuous orgasms, but I only let them play with my anus..."

Hearing this, I suddenly understood why Miho's vaginal area was clean, "Because my vagina belongs to Daddy..." Miho said softly, her voice full of boundless affection, "Daddy... if you love me, ejaculate inside my uterus, let me get pregnant for Daddy, I want Daddy's seed!"

Miho hugged me excitedly, and I kissed her lips with emotion, "My daughter..." I whispered, "Daddy will give it to you, I've wanted you to have my child for a long time..."

"Really?" Miho smiled happily, a few tears even welling up in the corners of her eyes.

"Of course, Daddy wouldn't lie to his dearest daughter." I kissed Miho, slowly and heavily thrusting my penis into her soft flesh. "How does Daddy's penis taste? This is the penis that gave birth to Miho." I laughed.

"Ah... my Daddy..." Miho moaned joyfully, "Daddy's penis... so good... it feels so good... I love Daddy so much..."

"My good daughter... Daddy wants to ravage every hole in your body..." I said excitedly. "Daddy..."

Miho cried happily, "My body was born of Daddy, I am Daddy's cunt, Daddy's slut, I want to bear children for Daddy, to be played with by Daddy's penis, I love Daddy so much, my good Daddy... good Daddy..." Miho moaned in a daze, twisting her body happily. I felt my penis had reached its limit.

"Ahhh!" I shouted, my body shuddered, and a hot ejaculation sensation came from the tip of my glans. "Miho, I'm going to ejaculate!"

"Daddy!" Miho shouted, biting my shoulder, "Mmm!!" panting uncontrollably.

My glans kept spurting out large amounts of hot white semen, as if it would never tire. Semen gushed into Miho's uterus. "Ah... Daddy's semen..." Miho almost fainted. "It's so hot... hitting my uterus..."

Miho's legs, wrapped around my waist, throbbed with excitement. We embraced tightly, gently caressing each other with our hands and lips.

"Daddy..." Miho breathed seductively, "So, I can have Daddy's child?"

I laughed, "We don't know yet, but Daddy will fill your belly with semen every day until you're sure you're pregnant."

Miho laughed lewdly, "Then I hope I get pregnant later... so Daddy can irrigate his thirsty daughter with delicious semen every day."

We smiled at each other, and Miho greedily arched her back again, her hands caressing my buttocks, wanting my gradually hardening penis to ravage that bottomless pit of lust once more.

"Daddy!" A clear, girlish voice reached our ears. We stopped what we were doing and looked towards the source of the voice.

Ruolan stood by the bed, a few drops of sweat glistening in her shoulder-length hair. Between her legs, her white nightgown, soaked with her bodily fluids, clung tightly to her slightly raised mons pubis, revealing glimpses of her thick, dark hair.

"Ah...you're still awake?" I asked.

"Dad..." Ruolan said awkwardly, "You and my sister are making so much noise...I can't sleep...so..." She awkwardly placed her hands behind her back, her thighs rubbing nervously. The moonlight from the window shone on her, making her thighs under her nightgown and short skirt gleam slightly.

"Come here, Ruolan." Meibao gently reached out and pulled Ruolan onto the bed, the three of them crowding into Meibao's small bed.

"You've been holding back up there, it must have been tough for you," Miho gently comforted her. "Mmm...mmm..."

Ruolan said shyly, "I was up there, and when I heard Daddy and Sister's voices, I really wanted to get down, but today is Sister's birthday..."

It turned out that Ruolan had deliberately held back up there so as not to disturb Miho and me. Poor child, judging from her appearance, she probably hadn't known how many times she had inserted her fingers into herself. I thought to myself, feeling incredibly moved.

"Sister...has Daddy gotten you pregnant?" Ruolan asked.

"Not sure yet, even if he has, we'll have to wait and see," Miho said. This seventeen-year-old Ruolan was my second daughter, and also my second child.

"But..." Miho smiled, "Daddy said he'll ejaculate into Sister's uterus every day until she gets pregnant."

"Really? That's so nice..." Ruolan said enviously, her fingers fidgeting between her legs.

"Ruolan, do you want to have Daddy's child too?" Miho asked.

Ruolan lowered her head shyly, her ears turning red. "...Mmm," she murmured, her voice barely audible.

"Really, this naughty child..." I couldn't help but pull Ruolan into my arms and kiss her deeply. Her small, hot tongue, once inside her mouth, immediately began to entwine with mine.

"Ah...my daddy...Daddy..." Ruolan cried out in a nasal voice.

After a long while, I finally separated from my little daughter. Ruolan looked at me in a daze, her eyes filled with unbearable desire, and the fluid from her lower body flowed uncontrollably down her legs to her knees.

I grabbed Ruolan's slender, long legs, preparing to penetrate my lovely daughter.

"Wait a minute, Daddy," Miho said. "You rest first. Ruolan and I have a gift for you."

I looked at them curiously. Miho's face was full of lust. Her eyes slowly scanned Ruolan's mature body from top to bottom, her gaze passing over her delicate face, slender neck, white breasts, smooth and flat abdomen, beautiful mons pubis, and thick pubic hair, finally entering her pink petals. Miho gently stuck out her tongue and licked her lips, letting out a lewd panting sound.

Ruolan felt hot all over from Miho's gaze, her snow-white skin flushed with a bright blush.

"Sister..." Ruolan sighed softly.

"Don't be afraid. Let Daddy enjoy how we usually like each other," Miho said softly, gently pulling Ruolan's petite body into her arms.

"Ah..." Ruolan groaned as Miho's slender fingers slowly penetrated her vagina, the fingertips scraping against the wet, hot flesh, causing Ruolan's body to convulse uncontrollably. Her thin nightgown was pulled down to her feet.

I watched intently as my daughters played with each other's bodies, my penis throbbing painfully.

Miho seemed to be putting on a show for me, her lewd eyes constantly fixed on me. She extended her long, fiery red tongue, licking Ruolan's lips, creating many threads of saliva on them. Ruolan couldn't resist her sister's temptation and extended her tongue, intertwining it with Miho's in the air. The two tongues, one fiery red and one cherry red, greedily entwined and intertwined.

Miho made Ruolan face me, her back to me, legs spread wide, one hand playing with her breasts, the other caressing Ruolan's clitoris. Two of Ruolan's fingers, painted with bright red nail polish, contrasted sharply with her pale pink, erect nipples. Her fingers, inserted into Ruolan, swirled in and out, spraying copious amounts of her own fluids onto the sheets soaked with our bodily fluids.

"Ah... Sister... My dear sister..." Ruolan's slender waist and hips swayed uncontrollably. Meibao's long fingers had plunged her into a blissful sexual ecstasy, her unfocused light brown eyes drifting aimlessly.

"Ah... Sister... Sister..." A moan, a mixture of crying and laughter, escaped Ruolan's lips. Tiny spurts of fluid flowed from between Ruolan's petals, her swollen, bright red vulva trembling with pleasure. As Ruolan reached her climax, she instinctively inserted three of her own fingers into her beautiful sister's vulva.

"Yes... Ruolan, that's it..." Miho groaned, Ruolan digging out the semen from her vagina. "Use your hands to play with your sister... use your fingertips to lick your sister's hole..."

"Ah... Daddy..." Ruolan looked at me in a daze, and I saw her greedy lust gradually emerging from the depths of her eyes. "Sister... I've been brought to orgasm by sister..." She looked at me like a child wanting a reward.

Miho licked Ruolan's neck and said, "Daddy... you can use Ruolan now, her hole is already soaking wet, it will be very pleasurable to use her."

I looked at the two black-haired beauties with different figures, Miho's full breasts and Ruolan's petite breasts overlapping, their firm nipples rubbing against each other, their fingers intertwined, one already filled with my semen, the other expecting me to brutally rape her. An overwhelming desire surged in my heart, wanting to thrust my penis into their honey-tear-filled flower hearts.

"My little daughter," I said excitedly, "Daddy will rape you properly, Daddy will make you so happy you faint."

"Ah... Daddy..." Ruolan gasped happily, "Rape me to death, fuck me to death, my good daddy, Ruolan loves daddy so much."

"Daddy..." Miho slowly spread Ruolan's legs. "Please enjoy it slowly. Your daughter helps you train this tender little hole every day. It will definitely make you very happy."

"Ah ah..." Ruolan twisted her hips happily, wanting my penis to enter her quickly. "Daddy...faster...Daddy..."

I grabbed Ruolan's soft, smooth legs. Her snow-white legs made her dark honey spot even more prominent. I thrust my waist, and my incredibly hard penis plunged into her to the root with a "plop." The glans pressed hard against Ruolan's flower core.

"Ah ah ah ah!!" Ruolan shed tears of joy, and her mouth released beautiful lewd words. "Daddy...Daddy...my daddy...fuck your daughter to death, fuck your daughter to death!"

Miho looked at the extremely happy Ruolan, and the same lewd look as her mother appeared on her face. "Daddy..." Miho whispered in my ear.

"Does Ruolan's pussy feel good?" I answered her with heavy breathing.

"Father...why don't you want Ruolan to get pregnant too?" Meibao murmured again, "That way, the two of us sisters can give birth to Father's child together..."

"No, Ruolan is too young..." I hesitated.

"Father...Father..." Ruolan breathed heavily, filled with lust.

"I'm not afraid, Father...let me get pregnant for Father." Ruolan's breasts were flushed red with excitement, "I want to have a child for Father, just like my sister..."

"But..." I still hesitated.

"Father..." Meibao said softly, "Why don't you rape Ruolan, plant your seed inside her? We've discussed it with Mother, and she agrees with our idea."

"What? You've already talked to Xinmei?" I looked at my beloved daughters in surprise.

"Mom..." Ruolan groaned, "Mom really likes this idea. She wants all three of us—mother and daughters—to have Daddy's child together."

"Daddy..." Meibao said, "We can take a year off from school and focus on having children for Daddy. You don't need to worry about us."

"Ruolan only needs Daddy..." Ruolan groaned, "The school doesn't care at all!"

I looked at my two affectionate daughters, moved, wanting to do anything to get pregnant and have children for me. I was incredibly gratified.

"And, Daddy..." Meibao said, "Can you imagine three pregnant women serving you at the same time? Three women with big bellies, legs spread open, begging Daddy for your fierce rape..." Meibao's face was filled with an extremely lewd aura. "Just imagining it makes me want to cum."

I imagined Xinmei, Meibao, and Ruolan pregnant. Their nipples, swollen and darkened from pregnancy, were flowing with sweet juice. Their dark petals were engorged and swollen, overflowing with thick honey, greedily begging for my penetration. Just thinking about it made Ruolan's penis swell even more.

"Ah... Daddy... Daddy's penis..." Ruolan cried out in surprise, "It's so big... so hard!"

Seeing this, Meibao added, "And, Daddy..." She excitedly shook her lower body, letting Ruolan's fingers vigorously scrape her clitoris, "If we both get pregnant, in a few years, you might have a fresh little granddaughter to play with!"

Upon hearing this, I was shocked, and boundless lust surged within me. I imagined deflowering my little granddaughter. "Ah... Daddy... my good Daddy... please be gentle..." I grabbed my granddaughter's tender legs and forcefully thrust into her narrow, hairless vagina.

I immediately decided to get Ruolan pregnant. "Okay, my little Ruolan, Daddy is going to get you pregnant!" I said excitedly.

"Good Daddy... Ruolan is so happy... Ruolan wants to have children for Daddy... have lots and lots of children..." Ruolan moaned joyfully.

I thrust rapidly, the sounds of wet, squelching coming from our joined bodies. Miho straddled Ruolan's body, and Ruolan greedily sucked the warm semen flowing from her sister's vagina, each drop carrying the scent of her beloved father.

"Daddy... ahh..." Miho moaned, her buttocks rubbing back and forth against Ruolan's face. "We sisters belong to Daddy... we all have to bear children for Daddy... let Daddy ejaculate inside us..."

"Miho... Ruolan..." I moaned, "You are my little sluts, you have to bear my children for life, you have to forever use your wombs to receive my semen!" I shouted, simultaneously releasing a large amount of thick semen into Ruolan's body.

"Father! Father!" Ruolan cried out with ecstatic joy, "I want to have your children, I want to be your slave for life, to let you ejaculate for me!"

"Ah ah..." Meibao moaned with pleasure, nectar gushing from her petals, flowing over Ruolan's naked breasts, "Father...we are your slaves, your fleshy daughters...we will be your slaves for life..."

I tirelessly withdrew my still-ejaculating penis, pouring the gushing semen onto my lovely daughters' faces. They opened their mouths with joy, greedily swallowing the snow-white nectar.

"Sister..." Ruolan said happily, "From now on, we will be Father's slaves."

"Yes, Ruolan," Meibao said, "We will give Father many, many children."

I looked joyfully at my two daughters covered in semen. Meibao climbed onto Ruolan's body, the two intertwining their tongues, sucking the semen from each other's mouths, their lower bodies rubbing against each other.

The two sisters cried out in unison, "Father, rape us! We are Father's wanton prostitutes, born to be penetrated by Father, to plant seeds for Father, to bear many children for Father!"

The lust burning within me could not be stopped. I grasped my penis and inserted it into Ruolan again. Meibao's tongue licked the place where Ruolan and I were joined with the obscene movements of a prostitute. The bright red, everted petals trembled and flowed out the honey of joy.

I greedily swayed my waist, sowing billions of seeds in my daughter's body.

Mother~ Two small, curved labia (1-7)

Introduction

"Clang!" The teacup was smashed on the ground and shattered into pieces! I stood up abruptly and shouted angrily, "Stop beating around the bush, Xiaojing! In the end, you just want to get rid of me, don't you?"

Xiaojing sat opposite me, her face as white as paper, her thin body trembling slightly. She bit her lip and said softly but firmly, "You...you're right!"

My mind went blank, and I was so angry I almost vomited blood! This little brat is getting more and more audacious, daring to embarrass me to my face! My eyes flashed with a fierce light as I stared at her sharply, sneering, "Fine! Finally, you're telling the truth! After a few years of university, you've become so high and mighty, looking down on a worker like me with no education?"

Xiao Jing blushed and quickly denied it, "Brother Zhibin, you've misunderstood..."

"I haven't misunderstood!" My voice rose eight octaves, and I kicked the chair, aggressively questioning her, "Who paid off the huge high-interest loans your family incurred when you were little? Who paid for all your expenses during these four years of university? Heh heh, who cried and promised me that as long as you finished your studies, you would obediently marry me? Tell me! You brat, tell me!"

Xiao Jing looked at me aggrievedly, her clear eyes seemingly filled with endless sadness, and choked out, "Brother Zhibin, I will never forget your great kindness! But... but you can't force me to repay your kindness with love!" As she spoke, tears streamed down her face.

Seeing her pitiful and endearing appearance, my heart softened. This beautiful and pure young girl was as elegant as a chrysanthemum in autumn. Her angelic, pure, and lovely smile, and her gentle and quiet elegance, have always been my favorite.

I'm determined to have her in this life, otherwise there's no point in living, I might as well go and keep the King of Hell company! Forget it, she'll be my woman sooner or later, why bother getting angry with her?

"Alright! Stop crying..." I tried to get my voice back to normal, speaking gently, "Come home with me after graduation... We don't need to rush the marriage!"

Xiao Jing didn't say anything, silently sobbing for a while, then suddenly raised her head, bravely meeting my gaze, and said, "Brother Zhibin, I won't go back with you! Because... because I have another boyfriend..."

"What?" I exclaimed, almost unable to believe my ears, it took me a long time to recover, and I roared angrily, "Where did this bastard come from? Why is he competing with me for my woman? Damn it, I'll kill this kid!" As I spoke, I rolled up my sleeves and stormed out, but when I reached the door, I realized, damn it, I don't even know who that kid is!

Xiao Jing wiped away her tears and said softly, "Brother Zhibin, I will definitely pay back the money I owe you! Even if it takes ten or twenty years... I will repay you with interest..."

"Go to hell with interest!" I was furious and spat angrily, cursing, "Ten or twenty years from now, when I'm old and impotent, what woman will still want to marry me! No way, if you change your mind, I'll take you back right now!" With that, I stepped forward, grabbed her slender wrist, and dragged her out without saying a word!

Xiao Jing screamed, "Let go of me... let go..." She struggled desperately, but her strength was nothing to me. Soon, I dragged her to the outer room and opened the door!

Suddenly, a figure rushed in from the corridor and crashed heavily into my arms. Caught off guard, I never expected someone to be lurking outside the door. I lost my balance and fell backward, the three of us rolling around on the floor!

“混蛋！”我怒吼着跳起身，顺手揪住这人的衣襟，二话不说就给了他两嘴巴，“妈的，连老子都敢撞，活的不耐烦啦？”

我正想再揍这家伙几拳出气，谁知小静忽然从旁边扑了上来，死死的拽住我的臂膀，语带哭音的哀恳道：“智彬哥，别打了！求你别打他……”

我一呆，不由得瞅了瞅这厮！嘿，原来是个油头粉面的俊俏后生，头发梳的光光亮亮的，皮肤就像女人一样白。此时，他正满面怒容的瞪着我，目光中充满了鄙夷和仇恨。

“小静，他是哪个？”话音刚落，我就看见小静的俏脸上露出了又紧张又心痛的表情，爱怜横溢的凝视着那小子。这一瞬间我恍然大悟，什么都明白了！一股强烈的妒火从脚底直冲脑门，熊熊的烧红了我的眼睛。

Xiao Jing clearly sensed my menacing aura, and in her panic, her lips trembled, unable to utter a word. It was the slick-haired man who spoke, coldly saying, "I am Xiao Jing's boyfriend! She loves me, and she wants to marry me! Heh, I won't let you take her away, not even if you kill me!"

"Fine! You've got guts! Hahaha..." I burst into wild laughter, "whoosh," pulling a switchblade from my pocket. With a flick of my wrist, the gleaming blade was against his neck, and I grinned maliciously, "Since you're so brave, I'll grant your wish!"

"No!" Xiao Jing cried out in alarm, her knees buckling as she knelt before me, sobbing uncontrollably, "Brother Zhibin, let me tell you the truth! I... I've already given myself to him... How can I marry you?"

"What?" I was thunderstruck, completely stunned! The colorful lights and gleaming furniture seemed to lose their color in my eyes. So, it turned out, in a moment of carelessness, my fiancée had been deflowered by someone else; she wasn't a virgin anymore… My lips clenched in a horrible spasm, pain engulfed my entire body, and my mind went blank.

Xiao Jing knelt on the ground, her frail shoulders trembling, sobbing, “Brother Zhibin, I know I'm sorry! Waaah… I owe you so much, I can never repay you in this lifetime! If… if there is an afterlife, I will repay you by being your servant! Really, in the next life… in the next life I will dedicate myself to you wholeheartedly…”

“Bullshit!” I shouted angrily, my heart filled with remorse. This woman wasn't a virgin; there was no way I could marry her. All these years of effort had been wasted! This thought filled me with extreme frustration, but at the same time, an evil idea quietly rose within me…

“Fine, I’ll let you two go!” I waved my hand sharply, and before Xiao Jing could thank me with overjoyed delight, I smiled sinisterly and said calmly, “But you must agree to one condition!”

“What condition?” Xiao Jing smiled through her tears, tilting her fair, rosy face upwards, and said sincerely, “Anything I can do, I’ll agree to!”

“Don’t worry, of course you can do it!” I looked her up and down, my eyes gleaming with greed. Any normal man, seeing a beautiful girl like Xiao Jing kneeling before him in such a weak and helpless posture, would probably have greedy eyes.

Xiao Jing wore a plain dress, her long, black hair cascading over her shoulders, her long eyelashes fluttering in terror! That anxious look might have evoked pity in others, but to me, a lecherous man, it only fueled my sinful desires…

“Take off all your clothes, not a single piece!” I said in a low voice, each word distinct.

Xiao Jing trembled, her face contorted with terror, her hands instinctively covering her chest. The greasy-haired man struggled under my grasp, screaming, “Xiao Jing, ignore him, run! Run…”

I slightly twisted my wrist, the sharp tip of the knife slicing a bloody gash across his neck, and said in the coldest of voices, “If you dare utter another word, I’ll send you to your death!” Perhaps my ruthlessness frightened him, for the greasy-haired man immediately fell silent, his mouth trembling with fear.

I sneered and said fiercely to Xiaojing, "If you don't want this kid to die young, you'd better let me have my way with you! Understand?"

Xiaojing's pretty face flushed crimson, and she silently shed tears for a while, her eyes filled with sorrow. She frowned and pondered for a while, finally yielding with sobs. Her slender fingers moved to her shirt, slowly unbuttoning it one button at a time.

Through the open collar, her fair waist was dazzlingly beautiful, and her pair of firm breasts were already taking shape, rising like small hills. Although they were still tightly wrapped in a bra, just looking at their exquisite curves, one could imagine how perfect and alluring the shape inside was! My blood rushed

, and I quickly switched the knife to my left hand, firmly pressing it against the greasy-haired woman. My right hand didn't stop for a moment, roughly tearing at Xiaojing's dress. She looked at me in panic and helplessness, pleading softly, but dared not dodge or resist. In no time, I easily stripped her of her outer clothes, leaving only her bra and panties covering her most intimate area.

"Damn! She's already been deflowered!" I was overwhelmed with mixed feelings. This girl, whom I had always remembered as pure and lovely, had unknowingly transformed into a voluptuous young woman! How lewd, so incredibly lewd! Today, I was determined to unleash my lust on this wanton body to compensate for my lost youth!

"From now on, you'll do whatever I say!" I pulled the slick-haired girl back a few steps, leaning against the wall, and said coldly, "First, crawl over here! Crawl to me on all fours!"

Xiao Jing hesitated for a moment, then obediently lay down on the ground, her long limbs supporting her half-naked body as she slowly crawled towards me. She had definitely never crawled like this before; her movements were stiff and unnatural. Her buttocks, covered by her underwear, were slightly raised, and her black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, making her skin appear even whiter and more translucent. Gazing at the beautiful girl lying prone at my feet, I couldn't help but feel a surge of lust, and my penis rapidly swelled in my pants.

Xiaojing noticed the change in my body, her face flushing bright red, as beautiful and alluring as the sunset. I couldn't resist; I suddenly grabbed her hair and forcefully pulled her head between my legs. Her delicate, lovely face pressed tightly against my penis, the intimate squeezing and rubbing against each other—the feeling was incredibly pleasurable!

Xiaojing let out two muffled whimpers, her pretty face burying between my legs as she struggled. The hard penis was clearly causing her great discomfort, making it difficult for her to breathe. Her brows were tightly furrowed, her face contorted in pain. I sneered, disdainfully releasing her. Her body immediately slumped down, curling up limply on the ground, gasping for breath!

"You brat, what are you pretending for?" I snapped, my heart hardening. Strangely enough, ever since I learned she wasn't a virgin, all the tenderness and affection I once felt had vanished, leaving only a frenzied, sadistic desire. I stared at the frail Xiaojing without a shred of pity, my pleasure growing stronger. In an unquestionable tone, I barked

, "Get up and help me take off my pants!" "Ah...please spare me, Brother Zhibin..." Xiaojing's bright eyes were filled with terror. Overwhelmed by fear, she forgot to even cry; tears welled up and formed streaks on her beautiful face. My face darkened. Before she could finish speaking, I raised my hand and slapped her across the face.

"Stop! You demon, stop right now!" Suddenly, an angry roar rang out, nearly shattering my eardrums! Turning my head, I saw a gruff, powdered-faced man screaming in agony, his face terrifying, his limbs twisting wildly! My anger flared. I turned the hilt of my knife and struck him hard on the head, leaving him dazed and with a large bruise on his forehead.

"Don't hit him! I beg you..." Xiaojing cried and rushed towards me, hugging my thighs with both arms. Her tear-streaked face pressed against my penis, rubbing against it. She pleaded pitifully, "I'll listen to you... I'll do whatever you say! Don't make things difficult for him anymore..."

I impatiently interrupted her, saying harshly, "Stop talking nonsense! Satisfy me first!"

Xiaojing nodded tearfully, crawling obediently to my front, her hands trembling as she reached out and unbuckled my belt. My pants fell from my waistband to my feet.

Then, after hesitating for a second or two, she shyly closed her eyes, her slender hand reaching into my underwear to grasp my large penis, awkwardly pulling it out. With my bare buttocks standing upright, I felt the cold air rushing into my anus, a peculiar stimulation!

My penis, held in her warm palms, involuntarily swelled even larger. Xiaojing probably realized the astonishing size too, and knelt helplessly in front of me, her neck flushed red.

I was greatly excited and forced her to open her eyes, "seriously" admiring this "meal tool." The moment she saw my penis, I clearly caught the look of fear that flashed across her pretty face. Suddenly, I realized that I liked that expression! I liked the deep fear this woman showed towards my lewd power!

"If you've looked enough, take it in your mouth and have a good taste of my cock!" I coldly commanded, straightening my back and defiantly bringing my penis to her red lips.

Perhaps because of the overly strong body odor, Xiaojing showed an extremely disgusted expression, as if she was about to vomit! But under my sharp gaze, she finally reluctantly opened her small mouth, and her lips slowly took the tip of my penis into her mouth...

I took advantage of the momentum and thrust forward, and half of my penis rushed into her mouth, all the way to her throat. The sudden attack stunned Xiaojing, leaving her momentarily dazed. Her eyes widened, and her delicate face was filled with confusion.

I tilted my head back, savoring the exquisite sensation of my penis enveloped in her mouth. Her warm, moist lips and soft tongue brought me immense pleasure. Even though only a small portion of my penis was inside, it was still too long for Xiaojing, causing a cylindrical bulge to appear on her cheek.

Seeing her humiliated and disheveled appearance, a sense of vengeful pleasure rose within me. I grinned maliciously and said, "Bitch, is this your first time giving oral sex? Hehe, I'll teach you how! Sweep your tongue over the entire cock, then suck it passionately!"

Xiaojing let out a soft moan through her nose, clumsily sticking out her tongue and gently licking the engorged glans. Her movements were incredibly stiff, and her teeth frequently hurt her sensitive flesh. But it was precisely this clumsiness and nervousness that brought me even greater satisfaction!

"Mmm... suck deeper... yes, yes, right there... don't stop... oh... you little slut, you're really good at this... oh oh oh... so good..." I shouted, using my free hand to hold Xiaojing's head in place, and with the coordination of my body and hand, I gradually increased the speed of my penis thrusting in and out. As the thick, black penis continued to move in and out under her lips, her snow-white, smooth, half-naked body began to sway back and forth!

Suddenly, I heard a strange panting sound. I glanced to the side amidst my busy work and saw that her face was pale, her greasy hair and powdered face were covered in sweat, but her eyes were fixed on Xiaojing, who was giving me oral sex, and the fabric between her legs was stretched high!

I laughed loudly, and stroked Xiaojing's long hair like I was stroking a pet, and said lewdly, "Giving another man a blowjob in front of your boyfriend! This novel feeling excites you, doesn't it?"

Xiaojing groaned in embarrassment and did not answer me. To my surprise, she "learned" incredibly quickly, soon mastering several techniques. Her soft little hands cradled the base of my penis, her lips and tongue teasing the glans with practiced ease, actively responding to my rhythm!

In my ecstatic state, my desire grew stronger and stronger. A moment later, I couldn't hold back any longer, letting out a roar as my penis throbbed and ejaculated a thick stream of semen, shooting directly into her mouth.

Xiao Jing couldn't dodge in time, and with her shoulders and back firmly held down, she could only accept the hot, thick fluid with shame and humiliation. As my penis withdrew, two streams of cloudy white liquid trickled down the corners of her mouth, dripping onto her firm breasts. She blinked blankly, her cheeks flushed, her angelic face highlighting this alluring scene, making her appear exceptionally arousing!

I caught my breath for a moment, staring at Xiaojing's voluptuous figure, my penis throbbing again. I sneered, "Take off your bra, let me see if your breasts are as lewd as you are!"

Xiaojing glanced at the greasy-haired man with shame, sobbing softly, her arm bending over her almost naked back, touching the bra clasp... Just then, the door creaked open, and a young girl wearing glasses appeared in the doorway. She froze when she saw the scene inside! The three of us froze too, standing there dumbfounded, our muscles seemingly frozen!

Suddenly, the girl's eyes fell on the gleaming blade in my hand, and she let out a short, panicked scream, turning and running away! As she ran, she screamed hysterically, "Help... robbers... help me..."

My heart skipped a beat, and I knew something terrible was about to happen! Such a commotion is bound to attract attention! And what consequences will all that's happening in this room bring?

In an instant, several lines of large characters flashed through my mind: "Attack with a knife... Intended to harm... Attempted rape..." Cold sweat seeped from my pores; I was completely disoriented, my mind a jumbled mess.

These charges were obvious; if arrested, I'd face several years in prison! Was I destined to spend the rest of my youth in prison, helplessly watching these young lovers fall in love, get married, and pursue their happy life? And this happiness should have been mine…

As I thought this, I glanced at Xiaojing, who was kneeling on the ground, frantically picking up her shirt, trying to cover her body. I couldn't help but fly into a rage, and a crazy thought flashed through my mind: "Even if it costs me my life later, I must have her body today…"

"Who told you to put on your clothes?" I roared, grabbing Xiaojing's hair and pulling her up. I said sternly, "We haven't settled our score yet! What's your hurry? Take off all your clothes right now!"

Xiao Jing, her face contorted in pain, sobbed repeatedly, "I'll take it off... I'll take it off right

now..." Her hands, however, instinctively clutched her clothes, protecting her shapely upper body. I was frantic, knowing others would arrive to help; the crisis was imminent, there was no time to waste! I abruptly turned Xiao Jing around, grabbed her panties with my right hand, and ripped them apart! With a scream, the cotton panties tore in two, falling helplessly to the floor.

I stared at Xiao Jing's exposed lower body, and on her full right buttock, between the snow-white skin, was a bluish birthmark! The small, delicate birthmark, like embroidery, didn't detract from the overall beauty; instead, it enhanced the allure of her buttocks! My heart pounded, my penis hardened again, and I thrust it into the crevice between her buttocks from behind...

Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through my left wrist, as if it had been snapped in two! Shocked, I instinctively turned my head and caught a glimpse of his slick-haired, powdered face with bloodshot eyes! His facial muscles were contorted in a horrifying way, his hands gripping my wrists as he frantically struggled for the knife, screaming hoarsely, "You bastard... I'll fight you to the death... I'll fight you to the death..."

The slick-haired, powdered face was clearly desperate, kicking and fighting me with extraordinary strength! I almost lost the upper hand, quickly pulling my right hand back to help, which gradually turned the tide.

The gleaming blade slowly moved towards the slick-haired, powdered face's neck; I estimated that in another ten seconds or so, I could neutralize his counterattack... Just at this critical moment, Xiao Jing suddenly lunged at me, biting hard on my penis!

I screamed in pain, my grip loosened, and the cold blade abruptly reversed, plunging into my chest! The knife went so deep, almost piercing my body!

I could even clearly feel that my heart had been stabbed right in its most vulnerable spot, and blood was gushing out! All my strength suddenly vanished, and my spirit and consciousness were slowly leaving my body, drifting into an unreachable illusion! The

greasy-haired, powdered-faced man was terrified. He let go of my hand and stumbled back several steps, collapsing onto his backside, unable to get up for a long time! Xiao Jing's pretty face was also deathly pale. She frantically supported my swaying body, saying in a trembling voice, "Brother Zhibin, are you... badly injured? Quickly... go to the hospital..."

With the last of my strength, I struggled to push her away, my eyes filled with deep-seated resentment. I coughed and said, "You killed me... you... this pair of adulterers... conspired... to kill me..." Before I could finish my sentence, I collapsed unconscious to the ground.

Xiao Jing looked at me, then at the slick-haired man, her lips moved a few times, and suddenly burst into tears, sobbing, "I didn't... I didn't mean to hurt you... I just wanted to save him..."

The slick-haired man shook his head and whispered, "Xiao Jing, don't say anymore, he's already dying!" Xiao Jing was stunned, looking at me with great fear, her eyes filled with a hint of guilt, but her body trembled uncontrollably.

With my remaining willpower, I struggled to prop myself up, chuckling sadly, my voice more agonizing than a ghost's wail, gritting my teeth, "This revenge... I will take it one day... even if I become a vengeful ghost... I will not... let you go..." Blood seeped continuously from my mouth and nose with each word, and my tongue became unresponsive!

I continued speaking, word by word, staring at Xiaojing's beautiful face, and grinned maliciously, saying, "In this life... I can't have you... but... I swear to you... in the next life, I will make you my woman, forever inseparable from my penis..." With that, I suddenly pulled the knife from my chest!

As blood gushed out, I used the last spark of my life to burn into a sentence filled with resentment, unwillingness, longing, and venom, and screamed it out in a hoarse voice: "You wait! We'll meet in the next life!" All the images suddenly blurred, followed by an endless darkness! A despairing, seemingly endless darkness...

"Ah—" I woke up from the nightmare with a start, suddenly sitting up! Outside the window, it was still pitch black, and under the cover of night, the hands of the alarm clock on the bedside table glowed faintly. I steadied myself, feeling a chill on my back, and realized that I was covered in cold sweat!

"What's going on?" My mind wasn't fully clear; I was still a bit groggy. I quickly reached for the bedside lamp and turned it on. I glanced at the clock—it was 4:30 AM!

"So it was just a dream… that terrifying scene was just a nightmare!" I gave a wry smile, threw back the covers, jumped out of bed, and quickly took a shower in the bathroom next door. After showering, I cleaned my soiled pants, which were stained with nocturnal emissions, changed into clean underwear, and lazily snuggled back into my warm bed. It

was still early before dawn, so I yawned, intending to go back to sleep. But for some reason, my mind kept replaying the nightmare I'd just had, like watching a movie, the scenes becoming clearer and clearer!

Why was this happening? This dream… something about this dream seemed off! I racked my brains, and my intuition told me this wasn't an ordinary dream! The complex content and terrifying atmosphere felt so real, as if it had happened right before my eyes! I can even remember every word and action of the characters in my dream, but strangely, the only thing I've forgotten is their faces and features!

"Could it be... that I wasn't dreaming tonight, but rather recalling my past life?" I thought of several novels about reincarnation I'd recently read, and a subtle connection arose in my mind! According to the books, life always exists in the universe in various forms, endlessly regenerating. The only difference is that atheists call it the indestructibility of matter, while theists prefer to call it reincarnation!

"If everyone really is reincarnated after death, then everything I just dreamed about, was it my experience in my past life?" I couldn't answer this question, nor did I dare to! I couldn't imagine that I had died so tragically in my past life, and at the hands of the woman I loved and her lover...

"Sleep, stop thinking like this!" I forced myself to let go of this mystery, otherwise, if I were to be entangled by such strange thoughts, I probably wouldn't be able to sleep well for the next few nights. Even if there really is an afterlife, so what? Could I possibly use my present-life identity to avenge a past life's hatred? Who would be foolish enough to waste such effort? But the girl in my dream, Xiao Jing, does look a bit like…

Suddenly, I let out a hoarse gasp, jumping out of bed and nearly crashing into the wall. A strange thought flashed into my mind, sending chills down my spine… Xiao Jing? My mother's name is Tang Jing, isn't it? Could it be… could the girl in my dream be my mother in her youth? And that slick-haired young man is actually my father?

(I)

The bedroom was completely silent, only the ticking of the second hand. I sat motionless on the bed, my thoughts boiling like a pot of porridge! Xiao Jing… Xiao Jing really is my mother? She and my father accidentally killed "me" in my past life, and then this wronged soul was reincarnated as her biological son? This is unbelievable!

Is fate really this cruel? I shook my head in disbelief, shouting to myself, "No...it's just a dream! Anyone who takes a fleeting dream seriously is the biggest fool in the world! The reason you had this strange dream is ultimately because...because you want your mother so much..." Yes

, that must be it! I've often heard that dreams are connected to the subconscious, reflecting a person's most hidden and fervent desires. Perhaps the cause of this strange dream is that secret hidden deep within my heart, unknown to anyone—incest!

This secret has tormented me for many years! Only I know how madly I'm infatuated with my mother! Almost every day I yearn for intimate contact with her. This nauseating thought, though existing only in my fantasies, grows stronger each day, becoming the most painful torment to my mind and body!

My name is Xiaobing, I'm sixteen years old, and I'm a freshman in high school. To be honest, I'm not handsome at all, I'm not tall, and I'm as thin as a bean sprout! Like most kids in this city, I come from a family that lives a relatively comfortable life.

My dad is a department manager at a company. He's much more handsome than me. He always has slicked-back hair, wears designer suits and ties, and has a rather refined and elegant demeanor. But for some reason, I've never liked him since I was little. It's as if I have an innate resistance and a sense of rejection, a ruthless barrier between us.

As for my mom, she's thirty-seven years old and works in the cultural department of the municipal government. In my eyes, she's simply the most beautiful woman in the world. Her delicate features, elegant temperament, tasteful clothes, and the faint smile on her lips give her a gentle, feminine charm. Add to that her tall, slender figure of 1.68 meters and her perfectly curvaceous figure, and she attracts envious and admiring glances from young and old wherever she goes.

Facing such a radiant mother, I always harbored an unspeakable possessiveness, wishing she belonged solely to me! Even a casual joke she made with someone else would ignite my jealousy and resentment! I couldn't stand her affectionate attitude towards my father; the thought of her lying in his arms every night filled me with a burning, painful anger! When

did this almost perverse feeling arise? I've forgotten the exact time, only remembering that from a very young age, I was filled with attachment to my mother, following her around like a tail all day long, chattering incessantly.

My mother also adored this innocent and adorable little rascal, and we always had endless topics to discuss. In my young heart, my mother was the closest person to me in the world. I couldn't imagine what my life would be like without her!

At the age of eleven, I began to vaguely realize that the physical structures of women and men are completely different! The most obvious difference was that my father and I had flat chests, but my mother had two prominent muscles on her breasts. My classmates told me that thing is called a "breast," and when you squeeze it, milk will flow from the tip!

Every child grows up drinking their mother's milk, without exception! These words stunned me! In my memory, I had never seen my mother's breasts exposed, let alone squeezed them to suckle! I had always drunk cow's milk, made by my father from formula. Why wouldn't my mother breastfeed me herself? Was it because I didn't please her? My heart was filled with questions, but I was too embarrassed to ask her.

Children can't hide their feelings. A few days later, when my mother picked me up from school, she had a beaming smile on her face, seemingly in a good mood. I mustered my courage and tentatively asked, "Mom, when I was little, did I...drink your milk?"

Mom stopped and asked in surprise, "Little one, how did you even think of that? You're such a little devil!"

"You have to tell me!" I shook Mom's arm and said seriously, "I've wanted to ask this question for so long, it's very important to me!"

Mom looked at my earnest expression and couldn't help but giggle, teasingly saying, "Such an important question, I really have to answer it carefully! My dear son, listen carefully, the answer is—no!"

I was extremely disappointed, pouting and sulking, "Why have all the other children drunk their mothers' milk, but I haven't? Does it mean you don't love me?"

"Silly child! What mother doesn't love her son?" Mom bent down and kissed my forehead, speaking softly, "You were only three days old when I had to go to work in another city. I couldn't take care of you, so I had to send you to live with your grandfather! Who knew that this would last for four whole years! By the time Dad and I settled down and took you back, you were already grown up and weaned..."

Mom's eyes were shining as she spoke, her expression filled with guilt and love. But I still felt uneasy, as if a knot was stuck in my heart! No wonder... no wonder I was so thin and short compared to other children my age. It was because I hadn't had breast milk and was malnourished...

That evening, after Mom finished her housework, she was about to take a shower. She had just taken off her coat when I rushed in without a word, staring straight at her. Wearing only her underwear, Mom looked even more sexy and alluring. Her full breasts, though tightly covered by a bra, couldn't hide their beautiful curves and contours!

"Little devil, what are you doing in here?" Mom was startled, instinctively grabbing her clothes to cover her chest, and scolded, "Get out of here, Mom's going to take a shower!"

"No, no!" I twisted my body, pleading, "I want to shower with you! Mom, I've never tasted your milk, can't I at least see it..." Mom paused, then laughed and scolded, "Little one, I knew you had ulterior motives! You're a grown man, how can you shower with Mom? Listen to me, get out now!"

Helpless, I could only reluctantly leave! The bathroom door immediately closed, and for the first time ever, it was locked! My mother's voice came from under the door, half-jokingly, half-seriously, "Good son, you mustn't peek! Otherwise, Mom will be very, very angry!"

"I won't!" I replied guiltily, pulling up a chair to sit by the door. Listening to the rushing water from the bathroom, and imagining my mother's full, plump breasts, my curiosity grew stronger. What were those two round, soft mounds like? Why was my mother so stingy, not even letting me catch a glimpse?

I was restless, really wanting to rush under the door and secretly peek at my mother's naked body! But under her usual maternal authority, I couldn't muster the courage, and could only stare blankly at the door...

From then on, "Mom's breasts" became a source of anxiety for me. I was like a man possessed, my little head filled with daydreams and longings about this unattainable forbidden zone.

I became listless and distracted, my grades plummeted, and by the midterm exams I had fallen to 44th in my class! My parents were shocked and immediately intensified their supervision of my studies, taking turns helping me review my notes and complete my homework every night. My father even visited my teachers at school, hoping to improve my grades in the shortest possible time.

However, despite their best efforts, the results were minimal, barely improving my pitiful scores! My mother became anxious and had several heart-to-heart talks with me. With a woman's keen observation, she vaguely sensed that I had something weighing on my mind, which was affecting my studies.

One day, she gently asked me if I was hiding something, and if I could share my troubles and worries with her like I would with a good friend. Under my mother's loving and gentle gaze, I was somewhat tempted, and hesitantly told her that I had a wish, but even if I told her, it wouldn't matter, because she would definitely be unhappy if she heard it!

"How could that be?" Mom chuckled, gently stroking my hair reassuringly. "Xiaobing, you're the apple of my eye. I'll do my best to fulfill any wish you have! Of course, if it's too difficult, it's just that it can't be done. How could I not be happy?"

It seemed Mom had no recollection of what happened in the bathroom. She probably never imagined that her own son was so fixated on her breasts! I sighed inwardly and said defiantly, "Fine, I'd better not tell you! Even if Mom knew my wish, she'd just make an excuse that it can't be done!"

Mom was incredibly perceptive and naturally sensed the displeasure in my tone. She frowned her pretty eyebrows and pondered for a moment, then a mischievous smile suddenly appeared on her face. She said provocatively, "Little Bing, do you dare make a bet with Mom? If you can get into the top ten in your class on the final exam, then Mom swears that whatever your wish is, Mom will do everything in her power to fulfill it! What do you say?"

I jumped up, exclaiming in surprise, "Really? Mom, you...you won't lie to me, will you?"

"Of course it's true!" Mom said seriously. "If you don't believe me, we can pinky swear!" I quickly extended my little finger and solemnly pinky swore with Mom, feeling incredibly happy! With this bet binding us, Mom wouldn't be able to back out. Even if she was unwilling, she would have no choice but to comply...

Hehe, I was overjoyed, and amidst my wonderful anticipation of the future, I skipped and hopped back to my room to review my lessons. From that day on, I clearly defined my learning goals. To get good grades, I made studying my top priority. I stopped daydreaming in class, stopped missing assignments, and even proactively sought out teachers for help after class. I poured all my energy into my books, working tirelessly and patiently.

Elementary school lessons weren't difficult to begin with, and my intelligence wasn't low either. My "hard work" definitely paid off! After two months, my grades improved dramatically, and I jumped to third place in the final exam—a score that even I found unbelievable!

The moment I received my report card, I was so excited I almost fainted. School was finally over, and I rushed home as fast as I could, shouting as I entered, "Mom, my final grades are out!"

Mom was watching TV in the living room. Hearing this, she turned around, her face beaming, and asked, "Xiaobing, how did

you do?" "See for yourself!" I shoved the report card into her hands, glancing at her smugly.

Today, Mom looked more beautiful than a movie star to me. Her long hair cascaded casually over her shoulders, and her relaxed loungewear hugged her slender, alluring figure. Her full breasts strained against the fabric, drawing my attention more than ever.

"What? Third place?" Mom was overjoyed, her face immediately blossoming into a smile. "Good son, you did even better than I expected! Hehe, what a wonderful child you are! Amazing, truly amazing..."

Hearing the praise, I felt the time was ripe, so I coughed and said confidently, "Mom, I made it into the top ten, now you should keep your promise!"

Mom chuckled, playfully scolding, "When have I ever broken a promise? Tell me

, my little darling! What is your wish?" My heart pounded, and I swallowed hard, saying, "I...I want to drink milk!"

"Want to drink milk? That's easy! I thought it was some kind of wild wish." Mom clearly didn't understand, sighed, and smiled, saying, "I'll call right now and have someone bring some fresh milk from the countryside. You can have as much as you want..."

"I don't want any fresh milk!" I interrupted her, saying each word clearly, "Mom, I want your milk!"

Mom was stunned, and after a few seconds, she came to her senses and said helplessly, "Xiaobing, Mom doesn't have any milk anymore, how can I feed you?"

"It doesn't matter if I don't have any milk, I just want to see it with my own eyes and touch it with my own hands!" I stared greedily at Mom's breasts and said with a grin, "Mom's breasts are so big and beautiful, I love them the most..."

Mom's face turned a little red, she spat and said angrily, "You little pervert, your head is full of dirty thoughts! What kind of son wants to look at his mother's breasts? Isn't this ridiculous?"

I was extremely disappointed, tears welled up in my eyes, and I couldn't help but cry out, "Mom, you promised me... you didn't keep your word!"

“Mom doesn’t want to break her promise, but Xiaobing, you should be reasonable!” Mom bit her lip, looking distressed. “This is too embarrassing. How can Mom take off her clothes in front of you? Xiaobing, you…you should ask for something else…”

Before she could finish, I burst into tears, rolling on the floor, sobbing and shouting angrily, “No! I want to see Mom’s breasts, I want to… Waaah…Mom lied to me! You promised and now you’re going back on your word! I…I’ve been tricked… Waaah…”

Mom was stunned and hurriedly tried to comfort me gently. I ignored her completely. No matter how she coaxed and pleaded, I wouldn’t budge. My sobs only grew louder. I stammered, “I was so stupid. I thought Mom loved me…Now I know I was wrong… Waaah…I…I’ll never believe you again…”

Mom trembled, her face showing a conflicted expression. I could tell she was torn. On one hand, she didn't want to lose me, her son, and destroy the deep trust between us. On the other hand, she was unwilling to relinquish her maternal dignity and shamefully expose herself…

After a long while, my mother seemed to have made up her mind. She lightly chewed her lower lip, her face flushed, and said, “Alright, Mom will let you… let you see as much as you want! But you have to promise Mom you can only look, not touch!”

My stubbornness flared up, and I retorted, “I’ll look, and I’ll touch! Not only touch, but I’ll also taste it!”

My mother gave a helpless, bitter smile, hesitated slightly, then crossed her hands and slowly pulled her shirt off her head. I excitedly jumped up, staring intently at her bare waist.

Because of the heat, my mother was only wearing a thin, translucent undergarment. Beneath the semi-transparent fabric, her curvaceous figure was faintly visible, a mature physique that was both voluptuous and slender. Her rounded shoulders and fair arms were as delicate as porcelain, even her armpits exuded a unique feminine beauty.

"Mom, you're so beautiful..." I exclaimed sincerely, urging impatiently, "Keep taking it off! Hurry up, Mom, keep taking it off..."

My mother blushed and gave me a sidelong glance, then stood up from the sofa and, with extremely elegant movements, removed her bra. I held my breath, my eyes shining brightly, my heart pounding with excitement.

Standing before me, my mother's upper body was almost naked, her curves exquisite, her snow-white skin crystal clear, smooth without a single blemish. The only thing obscuring my view was the bra tightly bound to her body! Her two full breasts were firmly restrained inside, nothing could be seen, but the alluring cleavage between them appeared even deeper because of it!

"Little soldier, that's enough! Can we stop here?" My mother was flustered by my intense gaze, her face flushed as if she had applied rouge! She fidgeted, unsure what to do with her hands and feet, her head bowed shyly, and she said to me in a slightly pleading tone, "My dear son, don't tease Mom anymore... Look... Mom's sweating so much..."

I looked closely, and lo and behold! Tiny beads of sweat covered her delicate nose, her gaze intentionally or unintentionally avoiding mine, and her lips parted slightly as she spoke, seemingly breathing softly. I suddenly realized that I really enjoyed seeing this vulnerable look on my mother's face; her submissive demeanor greatly satisfied my pride.

I felt a little giddy and snapped at her in a commanding tone, "Stop nagging and take off your bra! Mom said you'd be completely naked in front of me, no backing out!"

Mom was both amused and annoyed, muttering under her breath, "You little rascal!" After a moment's hesitation, she reached behind her back and unhooked the bra. My eyes widened instantly, my mouth went dry, and my breathing became rapid…

Just as the bra was about to leave Mom's body, she suddenly shuddered, a look of utter astonishment on her face. I froze, following her gaze, and saw that my penis had somehow become erect, creating a rather large tent in my pants!

"Ah…" I didn't know what was happening. Embarrassed, I instinctively covered my private parts, chuckling awkwardly, "I just… I get like this when I'm happy… haha… I'm used to it…"

Mom seemed not to hear me, her gaze fixed on my genitals, a thoughtful look in her clear black and white eyes. A moment later, she suddenly and silently fastened her bra again, then picked up her clothes and dressed as quickly as possible.

"Mom, what are you doing? Our bet isn't over yet!" I shouted anxiously, completely bewildered, unable to understand why the situation had changed so drastically!

"I've changed my mind!" My heart sank to my feet at my mother's words. I looked up and saw her face was calm as still water, her expression regaining its maternal authority. She said lightly, "Xiaobing, you've grown up, even more mature than I imagined (she blushed slightly and paused for several seconds before using the word)... Now that you're a big kid, you should know that some jokes are not to be made, and you shouldn't even think about them..." 10-09
(Tuesday)

"I wasn't joking!" I protested, my face contorted with tears, my neck stiff. "Mom promised me that as long as I get good grades, she'll grant me whatever my wish is..."

"If it's a legitimate wish, of course Mom won't go back on her word!" My mother interrupted me without further ado, speaking gently but firmly. "But indulging you in this area will only lead you down a dangerous path! Good boy, listen to Mom, don't be foolish..."

I felt extremely wronged, thinking about how my hard work over the past few months had been dismissed with just a few casual words from my mother. A surge of inexplicable resentment welled up inside me, instantly clouding my judgment! I jumped up abruptly, shouting furiously, "I won't listen! I won't listen! You're just making excuses... you're just trying to renege on your promise..." As I yelled, I grabbed a vase from the side and smashed it to the ground with a "bang!

" "Xiaobing, you've gone too far!" My mother's face turned pale with anger, her eyes filled with boundless fury. She raised her hand and slapped me hard across the face!

I was so dizzy from the blow that I almost fell over! My cheek burned with pain, but my heart ached even more! My mother had rarely hit me before, and she had never been this angry before! Only then did I feel fear. My arrogance vanished instantly, and tears streamed down my face. I stammered, "Mom, I was wrong! I shouldn't have lost my temper with you... I was wrong..."

My mother, still furious, said with a frosty expression, "Tell me yourself, according to the family rules, how should one be punished for making a mistake?"

My heart pounded, and I stammered, "Spanking...spanking!"

"Fine! Then why don't you take off your pants and lie down on the platform?" my mother said coldly. I wiped away my tears and silently loosened my pants! To my great shame, even now, my little penis was still erect, like an anti-aircraft gun aimed at the sky.

"Lie down!" My mother seemed afraid to look any longer and irritably pushed me onto the platform. I lay face down, my back in the air, terrified. But before I could beg for mercy, my mother suddenly raised her right hand and mercilessly slapped my bottom!

"Ouch!" I screamed in pain, kicking my arms and legs frantically. But Mom didn't soften. Her slaps came like a whirlwind, five or six times before she stopped. My voice was hoarse from crying. At her command, I trembled as I pulled up my pants and scurried back to my room like a defeated dog to "reflect on my actions."

At dinner, Mom seemed a little calmer and spoke earnestly, explaining that my behavior that afternoon was wrong. She said that a good child should respect their mother, treat her as a friend, but not completely disregard the rules. It was normal to be attracted to Mom's breasts, but making such a request was wrong, like being a little hooligan…

I nodded hurriedly, agreeing meekly, but my heart was filled with a jumble of emotions. I finally realized that to me, Mom's breasts were perhaps like Mount Everest—mysterious, distant, and forever unattainable! She would never allow me to cross that line, nor would she approve of any attempt to explore or climb them!

That night, I had an unusual bout of insomnia. I couldn't fall asleep, and all I could see was my mother's snow-white body, clad only in her bra. Around midnight, I felt thirsty, so I quietly got out of bed to get a glass of hot water from the kitchen.

Passing my parents' bedroom, I noticed the door was slightly ajar, and I could faintly hear voices coming from inside. A thought struck me, and I quickly crept to the door and peeked inside.

My mother, wearing a loose nightgown, sat on the edge of the bed, her face filled with worry. She said, "...Xiaobing, I'm really worried about him! Honey, do you think he's developing too fast?"

My father stretched and said nonchalantly, "Kids these days are all like that, what's the big deal?"

My mother hesitated, then said somewhat awkwardly, "But he...he even wanted to see my chest today, and said he wanted to nurse..." "Ah, boys are always a little curious about their mother's body!" my father said thoughtfully.

“When he gets a few more years older, he’ll only be interested in girls his own age! It’s alright…” Mom frowned, seemingly wanting to say something more, but Dad suddenly chuckled, pressed himself against Mom’s back, and slipped his hands inside her pajamas, brazenly kneading her full breasts, teasingly saying, “Wife, you’re getting sexier and sexier! Look how bouncy they are! No wonder even my son has designs on you…”

Mom’s cheeks flushed, and she gave Dad a flirtatious glare, panting as she said, “You men, none of you are any good!”

“It’s your own fault, who told you to have two such big breasts?” Dad chuckled smugly, his hands spreading under her pajamas, presumably directly grasping Mom’s full breasts.

My head spun, and I could hardly believe my eyes! What, Dad would do something so “rogue”? To my surprise, Mom didn't stop her. Instead, she let out incredibly beautiful moans, her body limp in Dad's arms, her face flushed, her eyes filled with tenderness and love.

I was both heartbroken and angry, and tears streamed down my face! Mom was fooling me! If breasts are sacred and inviolable, why would she let Dad touch them so freely? We're family, why is she so unfair to me?

It seems Mom doesn't love me as much as she says… at least, she loves Dad more… I stood there, dejected, as if I had lost something most precious, my heart aching with pain! Then, something new happened in the room. Dad picked up Mom's beautiful body, placed her on his lap with her back to me, and buried his face in her chest, rubbing against her.

Mom gasped softly, her suppressed murmurs, "Oh...don't lick...don't lick there...oh..."

Dad ignored her protests, and after a series of lewd acts, he forcefully pushed her onto the bed amidst her weak resistance. A blanket immediately covered their bodies, and then Mom's nightgown was tossed out from underneath...

I couldn't bear to watch any longer (in fact, there was nothing left to see), and returned to the bedroom, filled with anger. Jealousy washed over me like a tidal wave! Suddenly, an evil desire surfaced in my mind, quickly taking over my once pure heart!

One day, I would be like Dad, wantonly playing with Mom's naked body, completely conquering her in bed! I don't know why I thought of the word "conquer," nor do I know how to do it! I just instinctively felt that Dad must have some way of "controlling" Mom, which was why she was so docile and submissive... Lost in these thoughts, I fell into a deep sleep!

That night, I experienced my first wet dream... Time passed day by day, and four years went by in the blink of an eye. I gradually grew up, my voice deepened, a beard sprouted on my chin, and an Adam's apple appeared on my neck.

Like other children my age, I voraciously craved "sex knowledge" by reading pornographic books and visiting pornographic websites. Now, I fully understand the differences between male and female anatomy, and I know that that night, Dad didn't just touch Mom's breasts; he actually had sex with her!

The thought fills me with an indescribable feeling. Over the years, I've carefully concealed my true feelings, behaving very respectfully in front of my mother, never showing any disrespect. That unpleasant incident from years ago seems to have vanished like smoke, leaving no trace in the family.

In Mom's mind, she has likely forgotten it completely, and even if she occasionally thinks of it, she'll just laugh it off as childish mischief. Her attitude towards me remains the same as when we were children—joking and intimate.

But she could never have imagined that after so much time, my curiosity and desire for her body haven't diminished; on the contrary, they've only intensified! No matter how many pictures of naked beauties I've seen, nothing can diminish my desire for my mother's naked body…

Perhaps it's because she's just so alluring! At thirty-seven, her figure is still perfectly maintained, and her beauty surpasses even her youthful days. She still exudes a noble and elegant air, every smile and gesture captivating, the only difference being that her every move now naturally reveals the allure of a mature woman.

Every time I'm alone with my mother, my penis involuntarily stirs. No matter how thick her clothes are, the moment I close my eyes, I picture her naked body, stripped of her clothes! These shameless fantasies fill me with guilt, yet they also feel incredibly stimulating…

I admit, my feelings for my mother have completely changed. If I was merely a child with a severe "Oedipus complex" before, now I've become a complete "incest enthusiast"!

My only wish now is no longer as simple as caressing her breasts; it's to actually have sex with my mother and leave my hot, thick semen inside her!

If my mother knew that her son was secretly plotting against her, imagining himself possessing her mature and alluring body time and time again, and engaging in the most shameful acts of intercourse with her, I wonder what she would think?

Would she, like in many erotic novels, blush, her heart pound, yet irresistibly bewitched, ultimately succumbing to lust and offering herself willingly? I think the answer is no! The unapproachable, aloof look on my mother's face from back then still lingers in my memory. I absolutely refuse to believe that just by showing off my strong penis, she would obediently kneel down, crawl between my legs, and diligently and obsequiously suck my glans…

Dawn breaks, the sunlight on my face pulls me back to reality from my long reverie. The same troubling question still looms before me: was the dream I had last night a real event? If so, wouldn't it be incredibly cruel and absurd? If not, why were every scene in the dream so vivid?

In other words, I must figure out if it was my illicit thoughts about my mother that led me to imagine her as "Xiao Jing," or if Xiao Jing was truly her younger self. I was filled with doubt…

(III)

After arriving at school, I was restless all day and couldn't concentrate in class. If I couldn't unravel the mystery of this "strange dream," I felt I would never be satisfied.

So, how should I begin to solve it? Asking my mother directly might yield an answer, but that would undoubtedly be the dumbest choice! I didn't want to cast any shadow on our current harmonious and affectionate mother-son relationship!

What should I do? As I pondered in class, I suddenly remembered that in the dream, the girl "Xiao Jing" always called me "Brother Zhibin"! Well, it seems the most effective way is to investigate whether a person named "Zhibin" existed many years ago—at least sixteen years ago—and check if Mom knew him!

If "Zhibin" is purely fictitious, then I won't waste my time and can just treat that strange dream as an absurd figment of my imagination! Otherwise, it means the situation is far from simple, and the terrifying scene in the dream might actually be real!

Based on the dialogue in the dream, we can deduce the following: Zhibin was probably a worker with limited education. He paid Xiaojing's tuition and repaid her huge debts on the condition that she repay him with her body. But Xiaojing found a boyfriend during university and even secretly pledged her life to him. In the end, she accidentally killed the scheming Zhibin!

That's all the information we have; it's pitifully little. I smiled bitterly and could only shift my research focus to Mom. I remember my mother telling me in casual conversation that her family was very poor when she was young, and my maternal grandparents were frail and sickly. It was only through the donations of neighbors and kind-hearted people that she was able to go to university.

On campus, my mother met my father, who came from a relatively wealthy family, and he won her heart. After graduation, at only twenty-one years old, my mother naturally married my father, and the following year she gave birth to me. Then, after several years of hard work, the three of us finally settled down in this coastal city and lived an enviable, happy life!

Hey, what a romantic love story! Cinderella, after experiencing hardship, finally met her Prince Charming! But in this story, is everything really so perfect, without any unspeakable bloodshed? Beneath the surface of calm, are there any suspicious clues waiting for me to discover?

Suddenly, a brilliant idea flashed into my mind: why not secretly search my mother's bedroom? Maybe I'll find something unexpected! Women, more or less, all have a few little secrets. Finding one could very well lead to a useful clue!

Thinking this, I couldn't sit still any longer. I checked my watch; it was 3:30 PM. I pretended to be unwell, asked my teacher for sick leave, and hurriedly rode my bike home!

When I entered the house, it was quiet and empty. My parents hadn't come home from work yet—perfect timing! My spirits lifted. I quickly grabbed my backpack and sneakers and hid them in the bookshelf, pretending I hadn't returned yet. Then, with a mix of excitement and trepidation, I slipped into my mother's bedroom.

After closing the door, I took a deep breath. Good heavens, this was my mother's most private space; even the air seemed to carry her scent.

The neatly arranged bedding, the spotless furniture, and the unique decor all spoke of what a refined and tasteful woman my mother was. The ever-fresh flowers on my mother's dressing table, blooming year-round, reflected her refined taste in life. To spend my life with a woman like her would surely be a life that never grows old!

Almost without thinking, I decided to start with the wardrobe. To my shame, after having a crush on my mother for so long, I didn't even know what kind of underwear she wore. She always kept her underwear neatly organized, never leaving it lying around, and after washing, she'd dry it directly in the dryer before putting it away.

Today, I'd have to take a closer look and see what my mother's inner world was like. The wardrobe was divided into two parts. The top section was filled with outerwear and skirts, the kind I'd seen so often that I hadn't paid much attention. What caught my eye were the small drawers at the bottom. Pulling one open, haha, as expected, it was overflowing with all sorts of underwear!

At first glance, my impression was that my mother's preferences were rather understated; bras and panties were mostly yellow and white. I swallowed hard, examining each item with great interest. Ha, Mom really is a conservative woman. Her bras are all conventional back-opening styles, none of the trendy semi-transparent or see-through brands, and they're all made of cotton or silk.

As for her panties, most of them are low-waisted, form-fitting briefs without any lace, not eye-catching at all! I was a little disappointed, but I still wouldn't give up. I reached out and moved the pile of underwear on top, continuing to rummage deeper inside.

Suddenly, my eyes lit up. I discovered a small hidden compartment at the very bottom of the drawer. I eagerly reached in and rummaged through it… Hey, so this is where Mom kept her “treasures”! My eyes lit up with joy at this unexpected find.

Hidden in the compartment were several incredibly sexy pairs of panties! One pair was the most daring—black lace with a V-shaped cutout in the front, almost transparent, incredibly provocative!

I closed my eyes, imagining Mom wearing these panties. Even through her tight skirt, the V-shape would be clearly visible. And at least half of her round buttocks would be exposed, making for a truly eye-catching sight! I'm sure some lecherous guys at work will follow Mom up the stairs under some pretext, secretly admiring the curves of her shapely buttocks...

Damn it, those guys are really lucky... This also proves one thing: Mom isn't an absolutely conservative woman. Beneath her noble and virtuous exterior, there might be a restless and turbulent heart, and a burning, fiery body...

I had a sudden impulse to use this pair of underwear to vent my frustrations, to put it back in its place, stained with semen, and see how Mom would react. But after much deliberation, I dismissed the idea. Before I could glimpse Mom's inner world, the wisest thing to do was not to alert her, lest I ruin everything!

So, I carefully tidied up all the clothes, putting them back in their places, trying my best to restore everything to its original state. Then, I searched other places in the bedroom: bookshelves, desks, TV cabinets, dressing tables—I didn't miss a single place where things could be hidden, I practically turned the floor upside down!

Strictly speaking, I didn't even know what I was hoping to find! Perhaps it was a photo of my mother with another man when she was young, or some special "token," or even just a diary or letters written by my mother herself—surely some clues would remain…

But after much effort, I still came up empty-handed, finding nothing "suspicious" related to my mother. However, I did manage to dig out several obscene foreign magazines from my father's small bookcase. The Western women in those magazines all had watermelon-sized breasts and deliberately enlarged vaginas, which was utterly disgusting. I

really don't know what my father was thinking. Wasn't he satisfied with a beauty like my mother? Why did he need to buy such third-rate magazines? Ugh, what tasteless! I muttered disdainfully, pacing back and forth in the bedroom.

Unintentionally, a vase in the corner caught my attention. It was an antique white jade vase, its surface carved with ferocious Arhat images. It seemed to have been in the house since I was old enough to remember!

I had asked my parents before what this thing was for, but they always gave me strange looks and avoided answering… A thought struck me, and I quickly bent down to examine the foot-tall vase closely. But no matter how I looked at it, I could

n't find any difference between it and ordinary items sold in stores. I pondered for a moment, then tried lifting it and shaking it slightly. The vase made a "rustling" sound, as if it contained something, but I couldn't find the opening. Undeterred, I held the vase and examined it from all angles, finally discovering a sealed piston at the bottom. To my astonishment, there was a brightly colored talisman on the piston, with a tiny line of numbers printed on it: "1984.5.8"!

Huh? What do these Arabic numerals mean? Does it refer to a specific day? Out of curiosity, I casually ripped off the talisman, only to find it fell off and wouldn't stick back on...

Just as I was getting anxious, I suddenly heard the faint sound of a key turning in a lock through the bedroom door. Then the security door creaked open, and the crisp sound of high heels clicking on the floor reached my ears!

This...this is Mom! Damn it, why is she back so early? I broke out in a cold sweat, frantically moving the bottle back to its place, but I didn't have time to stick the talisman back on; I just stuffed it into my pocket.

In that brief moment, I heard Mom change into slippers in the hallway, her footsteps growing louder as she approached the bedroom! What should I do? If Mom sees me here, she'll definitely be suspicious! If she discovers my purpose, that would be terrible! In a flash of inspiration, I quickly rolled under the bed. Just as I was hidden, the bedroom door was pushed open!

I held my breath, peering out from under the half-draped sheet. The first thing I saw was a pair of pink slippers, and my mother's slender ankles were on them as she walked in with an extremely elegant gait. Above the slippers were two shapely legs, their graceful lines still visible even though they were covered by stockings.

I stared intently, afraid of giving myself away, my heart pounding with nervousness. Fortunately, my mother didn't notice anything amiss. Her feet moved to the desk and stopped. Then, I heard her place her handbag on the table, take something out, and fiddle with it for a few moments.

"Ring ring... ring ring..." The crisp ring of the telephone rang out without warning, startling me! Strangely, for a long time, my mother didn't answer the phone, letting the jarring ring echo in the room.

I was surprised and couldn't resist secretly lifting a corner of the sheet. My mother's pretty figure immediately came into view. She was wearing a smart and appropriate suit, and her expression was very complicated, as if she was hesitating about something.

But the alarm clock kept ringing persistently, as if it would not give up until it got what it wanted. Finally, she sighed, pressed the speakerphone button, and said casually, "Hello!"

"Hello, Sister Tang!" A deep, resonant, and magnetic baritone voice came from the other end of the line, chuckling softly, "I knew you'd be home by this time, and I was right."

Her mother frowned, saying coldly, "What is it, Mr. Yang?"

"Do I have to have something to say to call you?" Mr. Yang seemed unfazed by her tone, saying cheerfully, "I'll hang up now, we'll talk when I have time..."

"Then, please set a specific date!" Mr. Yang pressed on, "I'd like to invite you to a casual meal. I've asked many times, why do you always refuse?"

Her mother stamped her foot in annoyance, a look of disgust on her face, but her voice remained gentle and pleasant as she politely declined, "I'm sorry, I don't think it's possible in the short term! My husband has been under a lot of work pressure lately, and I need to spend more time with him at home!"

"Ah...Is that so? Of course, of course..." Mr. Yang sounded very disappointed, but he hadn't given up and was still trying to persuade her: "...But, Sister Tang, having a meal won't take up much of your time, right? Why don't you invite your husband to come along too? It'll be a nice getaway for the two of you, a change of scenery..." He launched into a long, earnest explanation, his eloquence quite impressive.

I was eavesdropping under the bed and gradually understood the gist of it. This guy met my mother two months ago, and was immediately captivated by her beauty. He then hailed her as a goddess, calling her every few days to inquire about her well-being and finding various excuses to ask her out alone. But he was really unlucky; after all this effort, he hadn't even managed to invite her once.

The buzzing male voice kept babbling, and after being filtered through the phone, it sounded like a swarm of flies buzzing around. My mother initially gave him a few perfunctory replies, but later she simply stopped talking altogether. She leaned against the edge of the desk, casually lifting one long, shapely leg and slowly taking off her stockings.

My eyes widened; I then realized that my mother hadn't had time to change after coming home, and the phone call had been going on and on. It seemed she was getting impatient and eager to shed her professional woman persona and revert to her natural, domestic self…

At this moment, Mom's jade-like legs were stretching out with all her might. As her fingers moved, the thin stockings were pulled down layer by layer, revealing inch by inch the fair and delicate skin of her legs. Her movements were extremely graceful and composed, with a touch of languid and casual charm. After removing the stockings from one leg, she began to remove the other. In a moment, her pair of fair and beautiful legs were completely exposed before my eyes.

The noise on the phone was still rambling on, showing no sign of stopping. Mom shook her head helplessly, pushed herself up with her hands behind her back, and sat lightly on the desk. She yawned languidly, leaned back slightly, and her two extremely alluring jade-like legs lifted up, revealing even more of the snow-white upper thighs.

My heart pounded wildly! This...this was a rare sight indeed! My mother is usually very particular about her appearance and posture, always maintaining a dignified and elegant demeanor. She rarely behaves so "unseemly" as

she did today… I never imagined that when no one was around, she could possess such a charming and alluring side… I stared intently, my gaze sweeping from bottom to top, when suddenly I caught a glimpse of a dark shadow flashing beneath her skirt… But it was only for a moment. My ladylike mother quickly regained her composure, her legs neatly crossed, and she didn't make any further "out-of-place" moves…

At this point, the oblivious Mr. Yang probably realized something and finally said goodbye, albeit somewhat awkwardly. My mother said a curt "Goodbye," and before he could utter another affectionate word, she slammed the phone down!

"Pah, you disgusting lecher!" Mom spat into the phone, saying contemptuously, "A toad trying to eat swan meat!" With that, she jumped down, barefoot and bare-legged, and walked to the tall dressing mirror, casually removing her coat. Gazing at her beautiful reflection, Mom seemed captivated by her own beauty, standing there for a long time, her eyes shining.

After a while, she suddenly chuckled, making a cute face at herself, her cheeks flushed with a youthful blush, and murmured, "Almost forty, still so concerned about my appearance and figure… You… you're getting younger and younger…" As she murmured to herself, she couldn't help but thrust out her high, firm breasts, gently squeezing them together with her arms!

Instantly, her two full breasts were pressed together, the deep cleavage at the neckline appearing and disappearing, looking even more alluring! Oh, Mom is such a sexy beauty. If only… if only I could see her completely naked!

As if knowing my thoughts, Mom brushed her hair aside and actually started taking off her clothes one by one, revealing most of her snow-white, slender waist. I stared intently, my mouth dry, completely mesmerized, when Mom suddenly turned around unexpectedly, her gaze landing on the wardrobe less than three feet away from me—we almost made eye contact!

I was terrified, instinctively shrinking back under the bed, covering my head with my hands and lying face down on the floor, not daring to breathe. I heard a soft rustling sound, the slapping of bras being removed from bodies. I knew Mom was already exposed, but I just couldn't muster the courage to peek again…

By the time I finally calmed down, the footsteps had faded away, and Mom had already changed her clothes and gracefully left the bedroom. What bad luck! Such a perfect opportunity to peep was wasted!

I lay sprawled on the cold, hard floor, frowning and thinking anxiously. The problem was, how could I leave? Slipping out unnoticed seemed impossible! The more

I thought about it, the more nervous I became, as restless as an ant on a hot plate. Suddenly, a lively, energetic Latin song drifted from the living room, interspersed with a woman's voice: "One, two, three, four...do it again...two, two, three, four..." Wait,

isn't that the music for an aerobics workout? Could it be...could it be that Mom is...? My mind raced. I couldn't resist crawling out from under the bed, quietly approaching the door, and cautiously peering into the living room!

Wow, what I saw almost made my eyes pop out! In the center of the living room, Mom was energetically jumping around on the carpet, her curvaceous figure clad only in a tight-fitting outfit that resembled a swimsuit, revealing her beautiful curves!

What was particularly arousing was that what covered Mom's ample bust was a tight-fitting tank top! Her fair waist below the chest was completely exposed, even her delicate navel was clearly visible!

"...One, two, three, four...Follow my command, jump..." Following the instructions in the video, Mom put her hands on her hips and her athletic body jumped like a dance! Her two high, soft mounds of flesh jiggled violently with the rhythm of the music, seemingly about to burst out of the tank top at any moment...

Compared to four years ago, Mom's breasts were even fuller, their heavy weight almost bursting out... I don't know her bra size, but I'm certain that one hand couldn't possibly hold her breasts...

Ahh... Mom, I really want to grab your breasts and knead them hard, the feel must be incredibly wonderful... Thinking of this, my blood boiled, and my right hand involuntarily pressed against my penis...

After finishing the jumping exercises, we moved on to leg exercises. My mother lay on the ground, her alluring body reclining on her side, her straight, pink legs kicking incessantly in the air.

Her narrow panties offered little concealment of her full beauty; whenever she spread her legs, a glimpse of half of her rounded buttocks could be seen through the seams, and the slightly raised, mysterious area between her thighs, outlined by the fabric, vaguely revealed a narrow crevice—incredibly tempting from afar!

I was burning with lust, my penis stroking even more vigorously, my perverse desires reaching their peak… Oh, Mom, your body is so perfect… One day, I will definitely have your body…

Yes, Mom, I love you so much, I want to ejaculate all my thick semen onto you, not a single drop spilled, onto your naked body… Of course, my mother couldn't hear these blasphemous and obscene words. She was intently focused on the screen, meticulously performing each movement, completely unaware that her son's lustful eyes were lewdly and greedily fixed on her mature and beautiful body, his mind filled with wicked and immoral thoughts…

Finally, the half-hour workout ended! The music abruptly stopped, and Mom collapsed limply onto her back, her limbs relaxed and stretched out, her breath coming in short, soft gasps. Her entire body was drenched in fragrant sweat, her glistening skin dotted with tiny beads of perspiration, her full breasts heaving dramatically, and her face displaying a captivating expression of satisfaction!

It seemed this wasn't Mom's first time dancing for exercise! No wonder she maintained such a great figure; her abdomen was as flat as a young girl's, without a single ounce of flabby, loose fat… But why had I never seen her exercise? Was Mom deliberately hiding it from me…? Hmm, quite possibly! She left work early to come home, probably wanting to secretly exercise at home alone, so that I wouldn't see her revealingly sexy outfit!

Hmph, what a biased mother! She painstakingly worked out to achieve such a perfect figure, just to satisfy Dad's lust; yet she's so stingy with her own son, not even giving him a chance to feast his eyes!

I stared at my mother with jealousy, wanting to rush up and roughly strip her of all her clothes… but right now, I didn't have the courage. The only thing I dared to do was rub my hard penis and masturbate in a dark corner…

“Ah… I can't take it anymore, Mom… I'm going to cum… I'm going to ejaculate for you… Ah… Ah…” A pleasurable scream erupted from the depths of my heart! I opened my eyes to see a gush of cloudy semen—not onto my mother's womanly body, but onto my own palm…

A few minutes later, my mother seemed to have regained her strength. She gracefully stood up and walked to the bathroom to shower. I seized the opportunity to run back to my room, put on my backpack and good shoes and socks, and quietly slipped out of the house, aimlessly wandering the streets.

By 5:30 PM, when I pretended to come home from school, my mother had already changed into clean and tidy home clothes. I was greeted by her gentle and kind smile, a smile that contained both love and maternal authority…

That night, I lay in bed, unable to fall asleep for a long time! I knew that my mother truly loved me, like all mothers love their children! But the problem was, I needed more than that…

I craved her mature and alluring body, and her soul! I longed to make my mother my woman, to possess her completely! But could this dream be realized? Incest with my mother… that was a taboo subject! How easy was it to persuade my mother to abandon moral constraints and willingly have sex with me? I was almost certain she would never agree to such a crazy idea.

So, what methods could I use to make my dream come true? I recalled many erotic novels I had read online, many of which featured stories of incest between mothers and sons! Perhaps I could research and learn from others' clever methods…

But after much thought, most novels depict coercion, rape, sleeping pills, or mothers who are inherently promiscuous and unable to resist their sons' seduction… And none of these apply to me… I racked my brains for a long time, still unable to find a solution, my eyelids slowly grew heavy, my consciousness became blurred, and finally I drifted off to sleep…

In my dream, I was attracted by a strange voice, and in a daze, I climbed out of bed… No, it should be said that my soul left the covers, but my body remained on the bed, fast asleep… I didn't know if I was dreaming or if my soul had left my body? I only knew that I was drifting aimlessly in the unfathomable night!

“Little soldier… come here… little soldier… come quickly… come here…” The voice was extremely persuasive, as if it came from a distant place, or as if it resonated from the depths of my heart. I followed the voice, and under its constant guidance, slowly walked into a small room.

In the center of the room stood a small round table covered with an old-fashioned tablecloth. A man in his thirties sat at the table, nodding at me. He had dark skin, an ugly face, and wore very old-fashioned clothes, dressed like a migrant worker! But for some reason, after seeing him, I couldn't help but feel a sense of familiarity!

"Who are you?" I blurted out.

"Who am I? Heh... Aren't you looking for me? Why are you asking who I am?" The man grinned, revealing a set of yellowed teeth, and said meaningfully, "Can't you sense it? I am yourself!"

My heart skipped a beat, and I exclaimed in shock, "You... you are Brother Zhibin!" "Yes, I am the Brother Zhibin you are looking for, your past life!"

The man paused, glancing at me with a hint of mockery, and said, "So, I know everything you're thinking... including your most shameful secrets..."

My cheeks burned, and I quickly denied it, "What secrets do I have? Nonsense!"

"None?" The man narrowed his triangular eyes, his sharp gaze seeming to see right through me, "Do you dare swear that you've never thought about sleeping with your own mother? Never thought about having sex with her?"

"This..." I panicked, stammering and unable to speak.

The man laughed loudly, suddenly overturning the table, revealing his lower body sitting upright in the chair. I stared intently, my blood rushing to my head, a wave of dizziness washing over me…

The man's pants were open, revealing a thick, throbbing penis with prominent veins. A middle-aged woman was kneeling at his feet, passionately sucking on his shaft. She was completely naked, her voluptuous body trembling, her pretty face radiating a holy glow, yet her expression was utterly wanton… What horrified me most was that she… she was my mother!

“What are you doing? You bastard!” I roared angrily, rushing forward to pull my mother away from this damned man! But she seemed possessed, clinging tightly to the man's legs, uttering satisfied murmurs, refusing to let go!

"What...what's going on?" I collapsed to the ground, my body aching all over, and glared at the man fiercely. "What kind of magic did you cast on my mother? You villain! Let her go right now..." The man leered without answering, reached out and picked up my mother, letting her legs straddle his waist, and his rough hands covered her breasts, kneading them wantonly.

My mother's brows furrowed, as if her breasts were being squeezed painfully. She looked at him weakly, her eyes filled with a mixture of heat and pain… I was filled with shock and anger, gasping for breath, but powerless to stop it all…

“Actually, why are you angry?” The man suddenly stopped, saying calmly, “Don’t forget you are me, and I am you… My enjoying your mother’s body is the same as you enjoying it… I’m doing this just to show you that your mother isn’t as unattainable as you imagine. With a little cunning, anyone can bring back her lewd nature…”

“Bullshit! You’re talking nonsense!” I interrupted his vulgarities, shouting, “My mother is mine alone! No one but me is allowed to touch her… If you dare lay a finger on her again, I… I will never let you get away with it!”

"Alright then!" The man said without changing his expression, casually releasing my mother and staring at me. "I can leave her alone! But I want to ask, what about others? What about your father? Can you stop him from using even more outrageous methods than I do to toy with your mother?" I was speechless and slumped down, head bowed in despair.

The man suddenly said mysteriously, "Xiaobing, I have a plan that will not only let you taste your mother's body, but also make her belong to you forever... Do you want to try it?"

I looked up abruptly, staring at him coldly and said, "Why? Why are you helping me?"

The man's eyes flashed coldly as he said, word by word, "Because I swore an oath in the moment of my tragic death that I would definitely have the woman I love in my next life! And only you can make this wish come true!"

I was silent for a long time before saying, "What is your plan? Tell me first!" The man leaned down and put his head close to my ear. A sinister, hoarse voice, laced with a wicked laugh, seemed to emanate from him, yet also seemed to have always resided within my heart…

(IV)

Early morning, just as dawn broke, I awoke from a deep sleep! As usual, my erection was high, creating a small tent in the sheets! Recalling the sight I'd glimpsed yesterday afternoon of my mother's half-naked, shapely figure, my lust intensified, to the point that I couldn't get up for a long time!

"Mom, I want you so much… I really want to be in bed with you right now, to lick every inch of your skin…" But, imagination is imagination, reality is reality! I sighed, trying to suppress my lustful thoughts, listlessly dressed, and after washing up in the bathroom, went to the living room to prepare breakfast.

Just as I finished making the milk, I suddenly heard the clanging of pots and pans from the kitchen, followed by the aroma of congee with preserved egg and lean pork! Huh? Is Mom making breakfast? Strange, why is she up so early today? In my memory, she usually doesn't get up until half an hour later!

I quietly walked over and peeked in, and immediately saw my mother's familiar figure, busy in the kitchen. She was wearing a loose nightgown, her long, flowing hair cascading over her shoulders, and her face was completely bare of makeup. That natural, fresh purity, combined with her slightly languid and charming demeanor, created a unique allure that deeply captivated my gaze!

My mother didn't notice me standing behind her, focused only on stirring the food in the pot. She was clearly in a good mood, humming a little tune softly, her full body swaying slightly with the movement of the spatula... Although the long nightgown concealed my mother's alluring curves, just staring at her glistening, slender legs was enough to excite me and give me an erection...

The vegetables were cooked, and Mom turned off the gas, ladling them onto a plate. Then she lifted the lid of the rice cooker and stirred the cooked savory porridge with a wooden spoon… As she stirred, something seemed to come to mind, and her expression suddenly changed, a hazy light flickering in her eyes…

“That annoying person, always so energetic…” Mom murmured to herself, a faint blush rising on her cheeks. Bathed in sunlight, her beautiful face shone like the morning glow, making her radiant.

I was startled, then it dawned on me! Judging by this, Mom and Dad had probably been intimate all night, enjoying their time together, perhaps even exhausting themselves. Mom felt sorry for Dad, which was why she got up early this morning to cook his favorite preserved egg and lean pork porridge… A

wave of jealousy washed over me, and I couldn't help but run out of the house to check the trash can in the hallway. Lifting the surface of the clutter, three shiny condoms immediately caught my eye! Thick, whitish semen was slowly oozing from his mouth, the liquid plentiful and nauseating to behold… So, last night, Dad "ravaged" Mom at least three times!

Good heavens! Three whole times! My beloved woman was being violated, and I could only watch helplessly… What's even more infuriating is that she was actually aroused by his advances… This heart-wrenching feeling is beyond description! In fact, my heart is breaking, I'm driven mad with jealousy, and tears are streaming down my face uncontrollably!

—What should I do? Am I destined to never be with Mom in this lifetime? No, I'm not reconciled... Suddenly, the dream I had last night flashed through my mind. My past life—that ugly man, "Brother Zhibin," his hoarse voice echoed in my ears, each word striking my heart heavily...

"To break the taboo and obtain Mother's body, and to possess her forever, is absolutely not an easy task! I guarantee it will be far more difficult than you imagine... However, if you strictly follow the plan I teach you, there is a possibility of success..."

"This plan is divided into several steps... There is one thing you must remember: during the implementation of the plan, you must never reveal your true thoughts to Mother... You must carefully conceal your wicked intentions and always appear as a good child in front of Mother. This will minimize her vigilance, and by the time she realizes she has fallen into the trap, it will be too late, and she will only become your prey... But before that, please remember! Even a greedy look could reveal the secret and render all your efforts futile!"

"...Let's talk about the first step of the plan! First, you need to disrupt your parents' harmonious sex life! Think about it, if Mom can always get satisfaction from Dad, why would she come to you? So, we need to find a way to 'disable' Dad's manhood, so that he'll never be as virile again..."

"As the saying goes, 'Thirty is like a wolf, forty is like a tiger!' Your mother is a married woman, and she's at the peak of her sexual desire. Without enough 'nourishment,' her mature body will begin to feel lonely, empty, and even restless... Over time, this anxiety will shift from physical to psychological; she'll become depressed and insecure... When Mom frequently shows signs of suspicion and tension, the first step of the plan will be considered a success!"

"Furthermore, I can tell you about some medicines. Secretly slip them into your father's food. If you persist for a while, his sexual function will gradually decline, eventually leading to complete impotence... Meanwhile, you must follow my instructions and relentlessly train your 'weapon,' making your penis so powerful that women are completely overwhelmed and unable to resist... This way, the balance will shift, and unexpected benefits will arise in the future..."

These words, each a gem, suddenly awakened my mind, like a beacon suddenly lit in the vast ocean, illuminating my path!

"Okay, Brother Zhibin, I'll try it as you say! You are my past life, so please bless me to succeed..."

The next day, I seized an opportunity and secretly broke into my parents' bedroom again, using super glue to reattach the talisman.

Brother Zhibin told me in a dream that the white jade bottle was used for sealing, to prevent the resentment and karmic retribution from my past life from affecting my next life. If I hadn't accidentally torn the talisman, he would never have appeared in my dreams. Only on days when the yin energy was particularly strong could I vaguely sense some of his thoughts. But now the situation is different; he can meet me in my dreams anytime he wants!

In the evening, the whole family gathered for dinner. Mom cooked a particularly lavish meal, laying out a table full of delicacies, and even opened a bottle of champagne brought back from abroad.

Dad, beaming, talked incessantly, his brows furrowed with undisguised pride. This afternoon, he received a notice from the board of directors, officially promoted to general manager of the company. He had longed for this position for many years, and now that he had finally secured it, he was naturally overjoyed!

"Honey, you're becoming more and more successful!" Mom's eyes were full of happiness as she smiled and said, "I propose a toast to your extraordinary achievement!" Dad grinned from ear to ear, raised his glass to clink with Mom's, and downed it in one gulp.

I watched from the sidelines, feeling quite uneasy. My father—my rival—had performed so well; Mom's favor would surely tilt even further towards him! This wasn't good news for me!

Looks like I needed to hurry up and make my move! Otherwise, I might lose this battle for Mom's affections... After a few rounds of drinks, Dad hesitated, then said apologetically, "Honey, I'll be busy with work from now on, so I probably won't be able to come home for dinner every day! Leaving you all alone at home, it's really... unfair to you..."

"It's alright, just focus on your work!" Mom smiled gently and said softly, "I can handle things at home, you don't need to worry... Besides, I'm not lonely, I still have my big son to keep me company, right?"

My heart fluttered, and I said with a double meaning, "Mom, you're right! I'll take Dad's place and 'take good care' of you!"

"You little rascal!" Mom rolled her eyes at me and said reproachfully, "What ability do you have to take care of Mom? Humph, you're lucky if you can even manage yourself!"

Damn it, Mom doesn't understand what I mean at all, and still sees me as an immature little boy... But, it's not so bad! Didn't "Brother Zhibin" warn me to try to hide my ambition? Okay, I'll just have to endure it for now! Anyway, Mom will be "taken care of" and ended up in bed by me sooner or later! Haha… I chuckled awkwardly, lowered my head, and remained silent.

Mom, however, stopped smiling and worriedly reminded Dad, "You're out socializing, so make sure your stomach is healthy and you don't overwork yourself… Starting today, I'll make you soup every night to nourish your body… No matter how late you come home, remember to drink it…" How cheesy! I couldn't stand it anymore, so I used getting more rice as an excuse to reluctantly walk into the kitchen.

Looking up, I saw a clay pot simmering on the stove, steaming hot! This must be Mom's soup? Hmm, it smells delicious, but unfortunately, Dad is the one who gets to enjoy it… Thinking of this, a sudden idea struck me: Hey, isn't this the perfect opportunity to take the first step in implementing my plan?

My heart pounded. I glanced around, making sure there was no danger, then pulled a small porcelain bottle from my pocket… This was guanethidine (note) I'd bought at the pharmacy that afternoon. Just 25 milligrams a day would render even the strongest man impotent… I gritted my teeth, my hands trembling as I reached for the lid and poured the entire contents of the pot into it!

"Sizzle—" A plume of white smoke rose from the pot! I didn't have time to look further; I quickly put the lid back on and fled back to the table. Despite my best efforts to calm myself, I was incredibly nervous, my legs trembling… Thankfully, my parents were engrossed in their conversation and didn't notice my unusual expression…

After dinner, as expected, Mom brought out the soup she had prepared from the kitchen and lovingly placed it in front of Dad. I held my breath, watching Dad drink it down sip by sip, a sense of vengeful pleasure rising within me… But unexpectedly, after drinking about half a bowl, he suddenly stopped!

“What’s wrong? Is the soup not good?” Mom asked, puzzled.

“No…” Dad frowned, thoughtfully saying, “It just feels like the soup tastes a little strange today…”

“Really? Has my cooking deteriorated?” Mom said, picking up a spoon, “Let me try a sip…”

I panicked, almost crying out… Good heavens, there’s something in this soup! If it really can lower a man’s libido, it might even “kill” women too! If Mom becomes “sexually frigid” because of this, then everything will be over…

Luckily, Dad spoke up in time: “It’s nothing serious, maybe it’s just a little bland… Here, just add some salt!”

Mom didn’t suspect anything and didn’t insist anymore. I breathed a sigh of relief, my tense nerves finally relaxing. I secretly made a decision—from now on, I'd sprinkle the medicine into the soup. That's what Dad eats every day, and it wouldn't be easily noticed!

I believed that in the near future, Dad would become a tree without roots, a sun without warmth! Then, hehe! Only I would have the ability to conquer my beautiful mother's body… In the blink of an eye, more than three months had passed. My first step in the plan had been carried out flawlessly for over ninety days!

During this time, every night I would seize the opportunity to sneak into the kitchen and secretly "poison" the soup I had prepared. Because I was extremely careful, my conspiracy hadn't been exposed yet! After Dad came home at night, he always took the medicine I had prepared for him at the appointed time, without missing a single day!

To be honest, sometimes I felt guilty, feeling very sorry for my parents! My father works so hard to support the family, all he wants is for them to live more comfortably, yet I have so viciously hurt him…

As for my mother, she probably never imagined that the nourishing food she cooked would become an accomplice in destroying my father's sexual function… But, despite my guilt, I can no longer convince myself to stop! My mother's body is just so alluring!

If I can't have her body in this lifetime, if I can't taste the ecstasy of penetrating her, I… I will never give up! Making love with my mother, what a blissful thing…

To achieve this goal, I've done a lot of meticulous work. Depriving my father of his sexual ability is only part of it. At the same time, I've intensified my efforts, diligently training my penis!

According to the teachings of my past life, the most fundamental way to comprehensively improve the combat power of one's manhood is to practice "male endurance"! In other words, only by adjusting the optimal time for ejaculation and achieving complete control can one make a woman surrender wholeheartedly.

According to this theory, I began training in three areas:

First, the urine-holding method—how to urinate scientifically after waking up in the morning is actually an art. The correct way is to hold back as much as possible when you feel the urge to urinate; after holding it in, slowly let it out; then hold it in again, then let it out again… repeat this several times until you have finished urinating. It is said that practicing this method regularly can help you flexibly control the sphincter muscles during ejaculation…

Second, the suspension method—first, masturbate in your usual position, and stop stimulating after you have an erection. Then, place a small towel or other similar object on your erect penis and see how long it can remain erect. As long as you continue to practice, the duration of the erection will be greatly increased, and you can even hang heavier objects!

Third, the anal sphincter exercise—this exercise was created by the ancients and is said to have been practiced for thousands of years. It can be performed in various positions, whether sitting, lying down, or standing. When practicing, relax your whole body, tighten your buttocks and thighs, inhale as your abdomen expands, and exhale as your abdomen contracts. With each breath, press your tongue against the roof of your mouth, contract your anus upwards, hold your breath for 5-10 seconds, then exhale and relax your whole body… Repeat this 20-30 times, and you'll soon see the amazing effect of controlling orgasms!

These methods sounded very plausible, so I naturally believed them without a doubt. After diligently following them for two months, I don't know if it was just psychological, but I did feel quite effective. First of all, judging from the appearance of my penis, it seemed much more imposing than before, its bulging veins giving it a rather ferocious look. Unfortunately, whether my sexual function had improved, this "youngster" couldn't possibly know for the time being!

As for whether my ability to control ejaculation had improved, I was completely clueless! However, my ability to control urination had indeed greatly improved. Now, I can urinate for a full 5 minutes, and the sensitivity of the switch is even better than a faucet. What I'm most proud of is the soaring increase in my weight-bearing capacity.

Not to brag, but when I'm "working hard," I can sometimes even lift a heavy handbag... Of course, simply upgrading my own "weapon" isn't enough. I'm more concerned about my dad's side! How can I find out if those medications are actually working? After much thought, I finally came up with a good idea—checking the condoms!

So, checking the trash cans and counting the condoms became my daily routine! After a long period of observation, I was delighted to find that the situation was better than I had initially expected!

According to my records, at the beginning, my parents had sex three nights a week, using three to four condoms each night. After more than a month of "taking the medication," it was down to only two nights a week, and at most only two condoms per night... As time went on, both the "number of times" per week and the "number of condoms" per night slowly and steadily decreased, constantly breaking records...

That day after school, as usual, I checked the trash cans in the hallway outside my house. I searched high and low, but still couldn't find that thin, membrane-like thing... This was the tenth consecutive day without a trace! It seemed Dad was really failing...

"What are you looking for here?" Suddenly, a familiar voice rang out from behind me! I jumped in fright and turned around to see Mom standing about half a meter away from me, having opened the door sometime earlier.

"N-nothing!" I stammered, flustered and at a loss for words.

"Really?" Mom stared at me, her gaze turning stern, and said calmly, "Then why were you rummaging through the trash can so diligently, not even noticing me standing right next to you?"

"Well... I accidentally dropped a coin... I wanted to find it..." I panicked even more, stammering a lie... If Mom found out the truth, her keen intuition might lead her to suspect that I was the one causing the recent problems in our sex life, and that would be terrible...

"Looking for a coin?" Mom looked at me suspiciously, her face full of distrust. Her eyes darted around, then she quickly walked to the trash can, picked up a small broom, and stirred the bits of trash inside. Unfortunately, after searching for a while, she still couldn't find anything!

"No, you're definitely hiding something from me!" Mom was a little angry. She stopped and thought for a moment, then suddenly her pretty face hardened, and she said coldly, "Xiaobing, tell Mom the truth! Did you throw away something you couldn't tell anyone? Like... your test paper that you didn't do well on?"

I was stunned and asked, confused, "What test paper? I don't understand..."

"Stop pretending!" Mom seemed to suddenly realize something, and she held out her hand in front of me, saying with a slight reproach, "Where's your midterm report card?

It should have been handed out by now, why haven't I seen it?"

"Huh? Mom, you forgot? Didn't I tell you the day before yesterday that the teacher said the report cards would be handed out at the parent-teacher conference next week?"

"Ah, right..." Mom smiled embarrassedly, "Really, I didn't even remember that... I don't know why, but I've been feeling uneasy these past few days..." As she spoke, a blank look appeared on her face, and she sighed as if she had something on her mind, then slowly walked back into the house.

I followed behind, a sudden thought striking me. I remembered a few words from "Brother Zhibin"—that disharmony in sex life could make a mother tense, suspicious, insecure, and even absent-minded all day… Heh heh, how similar that was to her behavior just now! So, all those months of effort hadn't been in vain…

I hesitated for a moment, then decided to test her reaction again, casually asking, "Mom, will Dad be home for dinner tonight?"

Mom's shoulders trembled slightly, and she said irritably, "Don't mention your dad! He's always out having fun, how could he possibly remember us, mother and daughter?" Hmm, judging from her tone, she had quite a bit of a problem with Dad, but this attitude was less about dissatisfaction and more about coquettishness—like the love-hate relationship you see on TV when a young wife talks about her husband…

"Mom, there's something about Dad that I don't know if I should tell you or not?" I paused deliberately, feigning a very troubled expression.

"What is it?" Mom, as expected, fell for it. She turned around in a whirlwind, glaring at me. "Stop stammering! Just say it!"

I hesitated, then said, "Never mind, I'd better not tell you..."

"No, you have to tell me!" Mom became anxious, stamping her foot. "How dare a child disobey his mother's orders? Isn't that outrageous?"

"But... Dad told me to keep it a secret!" I looked completely innocent, refusing to budge despite her persistent questioning...

"Good son, can you do Mom a favor?" Helpless, Mom softened her tone, pleading softly, "If you're a good boy, I'll buy you a brand new mountain bike in a couple of days..."

"I don't want a mountain bike!" I chuckled inwardly, pouting and saying sweetly, "Just give me a kiss, Mom!"

Almost without thinking, Mom leaned down, her soft red lips gently touching my forehead! Before I could even react, she flicked her finger again, saying angrily, "You little devil with so many tricks up your sleeve! Hurry up and tell me!"

I coughed, reached out and grabbed my mother's neck, stood on tiptoe, and said mysteriously, "Let me tell you! Last Wednesday at noon, I saw Dad with a young, beautiful auntie, going to Juchun Restaurant for lunch..."

My mother's face suddenly turned pale: "You...you didn't see wrong?"

"I saw it with my own eyes!" I said seriously, while simultaneously bending my mother's body down, my mouth almost touching her ear. At such close range, I could smell a faint, elegant fragrance emanating from my mother. Her soft body was half-embraced, half-held by me; even through her clothes, the feel of her was incredibly pleasant!

"And...what happened next?" my mother asked anxiously, completely unconcerned about my tight embrace.

I composed myself, suppressing the urge to lick my mother's delicate earlobe and blow warm breath into her ear, and whispered, "Later, Dad saw me too. He came over and told me that I mustn't know about this, and then he left... When he left, he was holding hands with that auntie..."

My mother's chest heaved with anger, and she said in a trembling voice, "Really?"

"No way!" I suddenly burst into laughter, leaning back and forth, and said, "Mom, you've been tricked! Hehe, I was just joking with you, and you actually took it seriously..."

My mother was stunned, and only then did she realize that she had been fooled by me. She was both amused and annoyed. She pinched me hard and scolded, "You naughty boy! How dare you make jokes like that?"

"I won't... I won't do it again..." I begged for forgiveness repeatedly, saying in my most sincere tone, "Mom, I've noticed you seem to have something on your mind lately... You're always frowning, and it makes me feel bad too, so I thought of this idea to cheer you up... If you don't like it, then... then..."

I spoke these words with deep emotion, and Mom was moved by me, her expression softening. She patted my head and said softly, "Xiaobing, I know you're good to Mom! But you're still young, and there are many things you don't fully understand... Sigh, let's not talk about that... What do you want to eat tonight? Mom will go and cook for you right away..."

I counted on my fingers, naming a few of my favorite dishes, and Mom went to the kitchen to prepare them. I leaned against the wall, my eyes fixed on her slender and pretty back, lost in thought.

All signs indicated that Mom's emotions were fluctuating, and she was also irritable and suspicious. I told such a clumsy lie, and she actually believed it! If she weren't so anxious and insecure, how could she have been so easily fooled by a little kid like me…

A "clang" rang out, and I looked in the direction of the sound. It turned out Mom had accidentally knocked over a bowl! She shook her head in disbelief, and with a wry smile, cleaned up the broken pieces…

While cooking, I noticed Mom's expression was indifferent, unlike a few months ago when she would hum a cheerful tune and rhythmically sway her hips…

At this point, I could finally be certain: the first step of the plan had succeeded! Under my careful planning, Dad gradually lost his leverage as a "rival"; and Mom, beautiful and mature, underwent subtle changes, both physically and psychologically, that she herself didn't even notice…

That night, I had a dream. In the dream, I saw "Brother Zhibin" again after several months of separation. "Congratulations! You did a great job!" Zhibin was still sitting in his chair, a grotesque smile on his face. The difference was, this time I didn't see Mom…

"Those drugs you mentioned really worked!" I waved my hands excitedly, "Now Dad's impotent, Mom's unsatisfied, she must be feeling very empty! I'm thinking of taking advantage of this, what do you think?"

"If you do that, you'll definitely get a cold shoulder!" Zhibin poured cold water on me, saying bluntly, "That's right, your mother can't be satisfied in bed, but her relationship with your father is still very good. How could she possibly have an affair so quickly? Even if she really wanted to cheat, she would only go to someone else, she would never be seduced by you… The sinful thought of incest between mother and son simply can't break through your mother's strong defenses, let alone make her cross moral boundaries…"

I couldn't help but deflate, asking dejectedly, "Then… what should I do?" "Don't worry, just do as I say!" "

Brother Zhibin smiled calmly and said confidently, 'The second phase of our plan is to sow discord between your parents... Hasn't your mother become more suspicious? We can make full use of this. We can do some small things to make her suspect that your father has a lover outside... But you have to be careful not to go too far! It's best to leave your mother half-believing and half-doubting, her mind in turmoil... Over time, her loyalty and love for your father will waver. In her jealousy, she will develop a desire for revenge, and subconsciously she will also want to find a man to accompany her so that she can vent her anger on her husband...'

I listened with great interest, nodding frequently! This plan was simply brilliant! My mother has always been dignified and virtuous, and originally she would have disdained extramarital affairs." But now, I want to make her, with a complicated mindset, actively teeter on the edge of "cheating"...

Even if this is mostly due to anger towards her father, and not her own intention, given enough time, it will inevitably develop into an uncontrollable situation where the pretense becomes real... Hehe, at that point, her mother will have taken the first step into the abyss of depravity, and there will be no turning back until she is completely lost in lust!

I laughed, a very lewd laugh; Brother Zhibin also laughed, a very sinister laugh. The two laughs slowly merged together, eventually becoming one sound... Note: Guanethidine is a blood pressure lowering drug, and long-term use can lead to decreased sexual function. 10-09
(Fri)

Sowing discord between parents, this task seems insignificant, but actually doing it has given me a lot of trouble. Compared with the first stage of the plan, the difficulty of the action has obviously increased!

How should I begin? I can't just keep telling my mom that my dad is flirting with some woman, can I? First of all, I don't have the ability to fabricate stories. Secondly, even if I could tell a convincing lie, my parents would immediately expose it when they confront me later.

Besides, according to Zhibin's instructions, my goal is simply to create a rift in my parents' relationship, to make them less close than before, so that my mom might have thoughts of "emotional infidelity"! But I don't want them arguing all the time, ending up in divorce! But how to strike the right balance has become a real headache for me...

After pondering for a while, I suddenly had a flash of inspiration: direct instigation won't work, so why not try indirect methods? For example, deliberately fabricating scattered clues and ambiguous hints…

Mom is a very observant woman; she'll definitely notice anything "off." Given her recent tendency to be suspicious, she might overthink things and leave a lingering unease… Hey, this is a great idea! It's a bloodless kill, and the safety factor is high! My spirits lifted, and after figuring out the details, I decided to put it into practice immediately.

The next day, I took out my saved allowance and went to the department store to buy a cheap bottle of perfume; during class, I plucked a few long hairs from my deskmate's head. The little brat cried from the pain and threatened to report me to the teacher. Luckily, I quickly came up with a plan and promised to buy her a Snoopy doll later, which made her stop crying and start laughing…

Sigh, little girls are such a hassle! No wonder I can't seem to get interested in the pretty girls in my class; they're either too spoiled or too naive! Only a mature woman like my mother—gentle, elegant, and graceful—is the ideal I fervently pursue!

That evening, Dad didn't step through the door until 9:30. While he was comfortably showering, exhausted, I began my operation! First, I routinely "poisoned" him in the kitchen. Then, I picked up Dad's coat, sprayed some perfume on the collar, and carefully coiled a few strands of his long hair around it.

Looking at my masterpiece, I felt secretly smug! Mom always did the laundry; if nothing unexpected happened, she would surely see this "evidence"! Hehe, then Dad would have no way to deny it!

I returned to my room excitedly, patiently waiting for the show to begin. Unexpectedly, the entire evening passed, and the atmosphere remained as calm as ever. Even after all the clothes were hung out to dry on the balcony, the expected event still hadn't occurred!

I was greatly disappointed, unable to understand how Dad had escaped this predicament! Had the hair and perfume been blown away by the wind? Or was Mom just too distracted to notice such obvious signs?

In desperation, I tried the same trick, tampering with Dad's clothes for several days. I wrapped more and more hair around his clothes, and applied increasingly strong perfume, practically beckoning Mom to be careful. Surprisingly, everything remained calm at home. Dad didn't notice anything, and Mom's expression showed no sign of distress!

This was strange. What was the problem? I was sure that with Mom's meticulousness, she couldn't have missed nothing! But why wasn't she making a fuss? Was she simply indifferent, or was she just not planning to make a scene?

It seemed I had to go even further to find out her true intentions… I gritted my teeth, went to the store, bought a lipstick, and used my lips to leave a faint lip print on Dad's clothes—his underwear, no less… It was disgusting! But to get Mom, I was willing to do anything disgusting… This time, it finally worked!

"Honey, come to the bedroom for a second!" That evening, my dad and I were watching TV in the living room when my mom suddenly walked in with a frosty expression, coldly uttered those words, and left without looking back. My dad looked bewildered, but I was secretly delighted!

"What's with all this mystery?" my dad muttered under his breath, getting up and following me into the bedroom. I sat alone for a while, then secretly slipped to the bedroom door, eavesdropping on the conversation inside.

"...Tell me, how do you explain this?" It was my mom's voice, slightly choked with emotion.

"I can't explain it!" my dad said with a bitter smile, "I'll say it again, I really haven't messed around with any women... At most, I've danced with them, but that's just for social occasions..."

"Don't change the subject!" my mom said irritably, "Would dancing leave a lipstick mark? You can't fool even a child with a lie like that!"

"But I really didn't lie!" my dad said anxiously, trying to explain, "Could it be... someone playing a prank?"

My heart skipped a beat, and I felt a little guilty. But his mother quickly interrupted him, saying with displeasure, "Nonsense! Even if it were a prank, it would definitely have been done by a woman! Would you let any grown man touch your underwear?"

"I wish it were a man!" his father sighed, saying with distress, "You know what? I'd rather be seen as gay than have you unhappy because of a misunderstanding..." The room fell silent for a long time.

After a long while, I heard Mom hesitantly say, "Okay, I'll believe you this once! But if there's a next time, I won't let you off the hook!"

"There will never be a next time!" Dad's tone softened a bit, but he said fiercely, "Tomorrow I'll go to the company and find out which guy is so bold as to play such a joke on me while I'm drunk..."

"What? You're drunk again?" Mom's voice rose, slightly reproachful, "Didn't I tell you to be more restrained?"

"Don't be angry, honey! Hehe... I'll definitely change... Come on, give me a kiss..."

"Go away! Your breath reeks of alcohol, so annoying..." The room was filled with laughter, kissing, and the sounds of bodies rubbing together... I was consumed by jealousy and wanted to rush in and stop them... Fortunately, things didn't escalate further. My parents only kissed briefly before discussing other topics, mostly interpersonal relationships and family matters. I wasn't interested in listening anymore, so I quietly left...

For the next while, I temporarily stopped my "framing" scheme. The reason is simple: according to common sense, since Dad has already given himself away, he'll at least keep a low profile for a while. If he stirs up trouble during this time, it might backfire and expose him instead!

Besides, I can see that although Mom says she believes Dad, she still has doubts. She'll inevitably try to gather clues to find out the truth.

In this situation, the most effective method is to "cool things off," making sure she can't find anything of value… Women, sometimes the calmer things are, the more they like to speculate! A clueless Mom will definitely overthink and become anxious, which will only increase her suspicions about Dad!

However, I can't remain inactive for too long! The current situation is that a certain suspicion has developed between my parents. All it takes is a little more fanning the flames to completely escalate the hidden conflict… As for the specific steps, I've already planned everything, and all the necessary "tools" are ready. The only thing missing is a suitable opportunity… Half a month has passed, and that night, the opportunity finally arrived!

It was a Saturday night, and Dad came home later than ever before, stumbling drunkenly into the house around eleven o'clock. Strictly speaking, he didn't even "step" in on his own; the driver half-carried, half-supported him. Even from a distance, you could smell the strong stench of alcohol on him!

"You, why are you drunk again?" Mom frowned slightly, scolding Dad while carefully loosening his tie and coat.

Dad, his eyes glazed over with drunkenness, grinned at Mom and mumbled incoherently, "I'm not drunk... I only had a little bit... Honey, why... why aren't you... steady yourself? I think... I think you're the one who's drunk..."

Mom shook her head helplessly, then suddenly stomped her foot at me, scolding, "Silly boy, what are you standing there for? Come help me get your father to bed!"

I agreed and went over to lift Dad's body with all my might. With Mom's help, we slowly and laboriously moved him into the bedroom... After a few steps, a thought suddenly struck me, and the mischievous idea I'd been planning popped into my head...

Wasn't this the perfect opportunity to put it into practice? Dad was placed on the bed, stripped down to only his underwear, his head resting against a large pillow as he slept soundly. Mom hesitated for a moment, then called me to the kitchen to bring a basin of hot water. She wrung out a hot towel herself, first wiping Dad's face, then wiping his entire body...

I observed carefully from the side, noticing that when Mom's hand touched his groin, a faint blush rose to her face, and her breathing became somewhat rapid. She glanced at me subconsciously, giving me a wink, signaling that I could "kneel and leave"... Damn it, that silver-plated spearhead is clearly useless, I really don't understand why Mom is still clinging to it? If she wants pleasure, her son has his own "tool" right here, already erect for Mom's beautiful body for a long time, but she didn't even glance at it...

I angrily went back to my room, retrieved a plastic bag from a hidden spot, inside was a woman's floral handkerchief and several unopened condoms. This was my carefully prepared "gift," if I could successfully plant it, then there would be a good show to watch!

Dad's purse was still lying on the chair in the living room, not yet put away. I quickly and carefully opened the purse, stuffing the "gifts" into two corners! The locations were neither too conspicuous nor too difficult for anyone to find... After doing all this, I sat down nonchalantly, waiting for things to develop further!

After a while, Mom came out with a basin of water, looking somewhat tired. She silently wiped away her sweat and began tidying up the living room that her father had messed up. Shoes, socks, coats, and keys scattered all over the floor were neatly arranged. Finally, she picked up her purse…

I kept my head down, pretending to be focused on the newspaper, but a glance out of the corner of my eye told me that my mother turned and quickly glanced at me. Seeing that I wasn't paying attention, she picked up her purse and walked aside. Then I heard the sound of a zipper opening. Without even looking, I knew she was secretly going through my father's belongings…

Not long after, my mother probably discovered the "gift." Her face changed drastically, her hand holding the purse trembled slightly, and her eyes revealed a mixture of jealousy, sadness, anger, and desolation. Clearly, her heart was filled with a jumble of unspeakable emotions!

Without hesitation, I picked up the phone and dialed a number! It was the number of a massage girl from a hair salon; I had bribed her with two hundred yuan a few days ago. As soon as she received my call, she would pretend to be a prostitute to answer the phone…

“Beep beep beep…beep beep beep…” A few minutes later, Dad’s phone rang as expected! Hey, that hairdresser is quite trustworthy; she didn’t make me waste my money! Hopefully, she has the ability to adapt to changing circumstances and won’t easily give herself away!

The phone kept ringing, and Mom grabbed Dad’s coat and quickly pulled the phone out of her pocket. She hesitated for a moment, and seeing that the ringing showed no sign of stopping, she resolutely pressed the answer button.

“Hello…I’m sorry, he just went to sleep. Is there something you need…I’m his wife, and who are you…What? You’re talking nonsense! You…who are you?” Mom became agitated, seemingly losing her usual composure; her face was flushed with anger, and her voice was much higher than usual…Very good, all the reactions were exactly as expected! The masseuse didn't disappoint me…

“You slut, you shameless woman! Get out of here!” My usually polite and refined mother was actually swearing! This was truly a novelty! It was clear her anger had reached its peak, hence her reckless words! I couldn't help but feel a little scared, thinking that my mother was currently furious, and I shouldn't become her punching bag! So I quickly slipped back to my room!

Sitting on the bed, I thought about it carefully. Tonight's actions had achieved their intended effect, but the outcome was uncertain. My mother had suffered such humiliation; she must be heartbroken and angry now, and a big fight with my father was inevitable! What if she couldn't control her anger and started talking about divorce? Wouldn't a storm suddenly erupt at home…?

I vaguely regretted going too far, but it was too late to undo the damage. I couldn't very well go out and admit my mistake to my mother, saying that it was all my doing, that my only goal was to sleep with her! "No wonder I'd be beaten to death... Right now, I can only leave it to fate, hoping things won't get too bad..." I prayed for a while, and when I heard no noise outside, I went to bed with a heavy heart...

In the middle of the night, I was sleeping soundly when I was suddenly awakened by a few "knock, knock" knocks on the door! "Who is it?" I turned on the bedside lamp and asked groggily.

"Xiaobing, open the door..." A deep and familiar voice came from inside. "It's Mom!"

I perked up, all sleepiness vanished, and as soon as I got up and opened the door, Mom slipped in. She was carrying a blanket, her hair was slightly disheveled, her eyes were a little red and swollen, and she looked quite haggard, which was heartbreaking.

"Xiaobing, Mom will sleep with you tonight!" she said softly, and without waiting for my reply, she unfolded the blanket, spread it out, and sat down on the edge of the bed.

I was overjoyed and could hardly believe my ears. Since I was four years old, I haven't shared a bed with my mother! Every night, the thought of my beloved woman sleeping in someone else's arms breaks my heart!

Now, I've "taken" my mother back, and we can lie in the same bed again... The only difference is that the person sleeping next to her is no longer the innocent and romantic son of the past, but a "devil" who drools over her mature body!

"What are you thinking about? Don't you like sleeping with Mom?" My strange expression probably caught my mother's attention. She looked up at her pale face and asked softly.

"How could that be?" I quickly denied it, saying ingratiatingly, "I'm so happy that Mom is coming to sleep with me!" My mother nodded, a look of loneliness on her beautiful face. She sighed with a heavy heart and didn't say a word.

I coughed and tentatively asked, "Mom, why are you unhappy? Did Dad... make you angry again?"

"Don't mention your father!" My mother's face darkened, and tears welled up in her clear eyes. Her angry expression, her sorrowful look, combined with her captivating beauty, created a unique allure. I was stunned...

I never imagined a beauty could be so captivating, even when she was angry... My gaze involuntarily lingered on her, wishing I could see her naked body through her loose nightgown! At the same time, a lewd thought surfaced in my mind... A lonely

and empty woman is most prone to losing control of her emotions! At this moment, my mother's heart was filled with resentment, and coupled with her unstable emotions, her sense of morality and ethics must have been blurred! If I could break through her defenses, perhaps tonight I could make my mother lose her virginity to me, leading her down the abyss of depravity...

Thinking of this, my heart pounded, and I quickly sat down beside my mother, adopting the demeanor of a well-behaved child, comforting her in the gentlest voice, telling many jokes, hoping to make her smile and forget her heartache and pain. No matter how hard I tried, my mother remained pale and tearful…

After a long while, she suddenly raised her head, gazed at me solemnly, and said, “Xiaobing, if… Mom and Dad get divorced, which one… which one will you choose to live with?”

“What?” I was shocked and stammered, “No… it can’t be that bad, right? You’re really planning to get a divorce?”

“Whether it’s true or not, don’t worry about that!” My mother interrupted me impatiently, looking at me expectantly and saying, “Mom just wants you to say one thing: if you could only choose one, which one would you live with?”

I composed myself and forced a reply, "Of course! I'll go with Mom!" But inwardly, I was anxious. It seemed my scheme had gone too far; it might actually become real…

Hearing my "loyal declaration," Mom's eyes immediately lit up, a look of relief spreading across her pretty face. She murmured, "My son is so good to me…"

I knew things were going terribly wrong, but I couldn't worry about that now! Right now, I had to get my hands on Mom first! So I suddenly stood up, grabbed her hand, and said emotionally, "Of course I want to be good to you! Mom is the most important person in my heart, and I never want to be separated from you!"

"Silly child!" Mom smiled faintly and said softly, "In a few years, Mom will be old... and you'll grow up and get married, how can you stay by my side forever..."

"No, I won't get married!" I said stubbornly and resolutely, "I don't want anyone else in this life! As long as Mom is with me, that's enough!"

Mom listened intently, a blush spreading across her cheeks, too moved to speak. Her lips moved for a moment, then suddenly she burst into tears, sobbing uncontrollably onto my shoulder.

Alas, poor Mom! These past few days, she must have accumulated so much bitterness and grievance! Ironically, her father, whom she had always considered her pillar of support, not only failed to provide her with security this time, but instead caused her unbearable pain… Perhaps that's why she was so distressed and lost, even relying on her own son's shoulder for comfort… As I gently comforted my mother, I naturally put my arm around her waist and gently pulled her closer.

Her soft, boneless body nestled against me, and even through her nightgown, I could feel her unique fullness and warmth. The wonderful sensation of touching a mature body was in my palm; the faint fragrance emanating from her dark hair filled my nostrils…

“Xiaobing, you have to keep your word!” Holding me like this, my mother didn't break free, but instead wrapped her arms around my neck, saying softly, “Don't be like your father… heartless…”

I readily agreed, uttering sweet words, a sudden surge of heat rising in my lower abdomen… Since my mother didn't refuse, why should I be polite? She must have tacitly consented… Thinking this, I grew bolder, and with a slight pull, I drew her into my arms!

Caught off guard, before my mother could react, her high, firm breasts pressed against my chest… I couldn't help but close my eyes, savoring this hard-won pleasure…

Finally… finally, I touched my mother's breasts! This was the first time since I was old enough to understand… Even though it was just a light touch, I could clearly feel how soft and firm those two mounds of flesh were… My heart pounded, and my hands slowly slid upwards along my mother's waist, inching towards my destination.

“Mom, I also want to ask you a question!” I deliberately diverted her attention, half-jokingly asking, “If you could only choose one between me and Dad, what would you choose?”

My mother lovingly stroked my head and softly said, “If it were me choosing… Mom would definitely choose you too!” My heart soared, as if I had won a war against Dad! Without hesitation, my hands slid down to my mother's protruding breasts, touching the lower edge of the silk bra that covered her full breasts. A tentative, light press with my fingertips, and instantly, the heavy, elastic feel brought an unprecedentedly stimulating sensation, making me almost cry out in pleasure!

For so many years, I had dreamed of being able to freely play with my mother's breasts, and now I could finally realize that wish!

My blood boiled with excitement, and my hands climbed even more recklessly towards the tops of her round, soft breasts, my penis uncontrollably erect, pressing against her warm, smooth thighs…

Suddenly, my mother stopped crying and pushed me away abruptly! Tears streamed down her cheeks, her eyes wide open, staring in astonishment at my lower body… I was at a loss, my mind going completely blank…

A few seconds later, my mother seemed to understand something; her pretty face burned red like fire, then turned pale. She stood up, her expression turning somewhat cold, and said indifferently, "It's late, go to sleep!" Without waiting for my reply, she lay down on the bed fully clothed, covered herself with the blanket, and turned to face the wall, her back towards me!

Oh no! My heart sank… This scene was so similar to what happened when I was eleven! My mother had been about to expose her breasts then, but seeing my erect penis, she changed her mind… Was my mother's subconscious emphasis on chastity really so deeply ingrained? Would simply revealing a criminal motive in front of her awaken her from her delusional lust?

I was angry and annoyed, but helpless, so I could only dejectedly turn off the light and go to sleep! That night, although my son and I slept in the same bed, our hearts remained far apart…

“Idiot! Didn’t I warn you already?” Zhibin’s face was ashen as he roared, “I repeatedly told you to hide your ulterior motives during the execution of this plan! But what did you do? You still did something so foolish!”

I muttered resentfully, “How was I supposed to know the time wasn’t right? In my opinion, since Mom harbored resentment towards Dad and was so lonely and empty, I should have been able to take her easily…”

“You’re such a naive fool!” Zhibin glared at me, saying disdainfully, “Let me tell you! Under the current circumstances, no matter how desperate your mother is, she can’t possibly break the taboo of incest with you!

Hey, do you think you can so easily change a woman’s moral compass formed over decades?” Knowing I was in the wrong, I said regretfully, “It’s already come to this, how can I make amends?”

"Fortunately, you didn't go too far, there's still room for redemption!" Zhibin's voice softened, and he pondered, "But my original plan has been disrupted by your rashness, so some modifications are necessary... How about this, observe for a few days and see how your mother reacts..." He paused here, then said, word by word, "I'm warning you one last time, don't act rashly! Otherwise, I guarantee you'll never get your mother back!"

I obediently agreed, a strange feeling rising in my heart! Was this person really my past life? Or was he merely a microcosm of my sinful soul in this life? I hoped that all of this wouldn't become a "nightmare" in real life...

In the morning, I woke up, and by the few rays of sunlight streaming through the window, I saw my mother still sleeping peacefully beside me. She was still facing away from me, but her shoulders were twitching slightly; she was clearly awake, just unwilling to get out of bed yet.

Gazing at her alluring figure, and the glimpses of her fair arms and legs peeking out from under her nightgown blanket, my desire surged again, and my already engorged penis rose even higher… Ah, Mother… Mother… Do you know, my penis has only ever been erect for you, and my hot semen has only ever been released for you… No other woman can move my heart except you!

Mother, you will belong to me sooner or later… One day, I will make love with you to my heart's content, and completely conquer you in bed… Just as I was swearing this through gritted teeth, the bed creaked a few times, and Mother suddenly sat up! I was startled and quickly put my arm over my forehead to shield my eyes. But my gaze peeked through my fingers, secretly observing her.

I saw Mother stretch languidly, then let out a soft sigh. Her face was still pale, with dark circles under her eyes from lack of sleep, and she looked very haggard. But this delicate and pitiful appearance is also full of captivating beauty...

Suddenly, a mischievous thought crossed my mind, a chance to test my mother's inner world. So, I pretended to be fast asleep, groggily turning to one side and "unconsciously" kicking off the blanket! Instantly, my rather unsightly lower body was exposed! My penis, already swollen to its limit, almost burst through my underwear, forming a rather large yurt!

My mother's body trembled, and her gaze, as expected, fell on my penis. Perhaps thinking her son was still asleep, this time she didn't look away, her clear eyes fixed on it intently! But to my disappointment, my mother showed neither a seductive, infatuated look nor the slightest hint of shyness or embarrassment! Like any mother gazing lovingly at her child, a gentle smile appeared on her lips as she murmured, "Xiaobing… my good son… so you've grown into a real man… no wonder you were acting like a puppy in heat last night…" She chuckled, a hint of apology in her expression.

It seems Mom has decided that my actions last night were "unintentional" and has forgiven my recklessness! She might even feel a little guilty right now… The fact that our mother-son relationship hasn't been damaged should be encouraging news for me, but I just can't feel happy! Through this test, I have to admit with dismay—Mom really only sees me as a child! She has no romantic desire for me whatsoever, only deep affection!

(VI)

After school in the afternoon, I rushed home. My heart was pounding with anxiety, unsure of how far things had progressed. When I entered the house, I was stunned. Mom and Dad were both back! They sat on the sofa in the living room, their faces tense, neither speaking, as if a heavy atmosphere enveloped them.

"Dad, Mom..." I greeted softly, my heart pounding, "Why are you... here so early today?"

Dad forced a smile and said dryly, "Xiaobing, go play by yourself... Dad and I have something to discuss..." He then winked at Mom, signaling her to go to the bedroom to talk.

Mom, however, was unmoved, her face frosty, and coldly said, "What's there to discuss? You know what you've done! Don't try to argue with me that it was a prank, that's nonsense!"

Dad's face darkened, and he angrily retorted, "Fine, don't believe me then!" He grabbed a cigarette, lit it, and silently puffed out smoke. The living room returned to its "cold war" state!

Just then, the phone suddenly rang... Mom impatiently picked up the phone and asked curtly, "Hello, who is this?"

There was a buzzing sound on the other end, which Mom listened to expressionlessly, her tone icy: "Oh...it's Mr. Yang! What brings you here?" I was about to leave, but the moment I heard the name "Mr. Yang," I stopped in my tracks... Mr. Yang?

Wasn't that the guy who called and bothered Mom last time? Wasn't being turned away enough? Why was he calling again...? I looked up and saw Dad also looking surprised, listening intently.

"Dinner? No need...I don't have an appetite today..." Mom instinctively refused, her words rather rude. I was secretly delighted when she glanced at my father's expression and suddenly changed her mind:

"Well... if you really want to treat me to dinner, find a more elegant restaurant... yes, a more romantic one..."

My father and I both turned pale with anger, our mouths practically twisted in frustration... My mother, however, ignored us completely, her face deliberately smiling, even her voice becoming much gentler: "Okay... let's eat there... I'll be there at 6:30 sharp, goodbye!"

With a "snap," the phone had just been put down when my father abruptly stood up, his eyes wide, and said, "You really... want to have dinner with that Mr. Yang?"

"So what if I do?" My mother stared at him defiantly, retorting sharply, "It's my freedom to eat with whomever I want, just like... it's your freedom to get drunk every day and stay out all night..."

"You—" My father was speechless, his face turning red with embarrassment! Mom gave a disdainful "humph," haughtily raised her head, and walked straight to the bedroom, leaving Dad and Dad staring blankly in the living room!

After a long while, Dad sighed deeply and said helplessly to me, "See, that's just how your mother is. She's over thirty and still acts like a little girl!"

"Then why don't you try to persuade her?" I paused, feeling conflicted, and said, "Dad, you're a grown man, you should be more accommodating to Mom and not always argue with her!"

"I didn't want to have a conflict with her in the first place!" Dad smiled bitterly, glanced at his watch, and said thoughtfully, "I have to attend a cocktail party tonight, and I have to leave now..."

"What? Dad, you really aren't going to go and reconcile with Mom?" I asked in surprise.

"Going to talk to her now would only result in a cold shoulder!" Dad waved his hand decisively, saying confidently, "Let's wait until tonight! When your mother has calmed down and is more composed, I'll have a proper talk with her..." With that, he put on his coat, grabbed his briefcase, and went out!

I stared at his retreating figure, my mind a jumbled mess… It was obvious Mom was sulking with Dad, which was why she accepted that damn Mr. Yang's invitation… And Dad, despite being unhappy, hadn't done his best to stop it…

Sigh, I really don't understand what these adults are thinking? Why do they do this? I shook my head in disbelief, and after a moment of blank staring, I decided to try and persuade Mom myself! So I went to her bedroom door and knocked on the closed door.

“Come in!” I pushed open the door, and my eyes lit up! Mom was sitting elegantly at her dressing table, combing her beautiful hair. She was clearly wearing makeup, her cheeks flushed with a faint rosy hue. She also wore lipstick, the dark red lip line incredibly alluring. When she saw me come in, her eyes betrayed her disappointment, and she blurted out, “Why is it you… Where’s Dad?”

“He had to go to a cocktail party, he just left!” I said cautiously. Despite my calm tone, Mom was still angry! She angrily threw the comb onto the carpet, letting out several cold laughs, seemingly wanting to say something, but after glancing at me, she finally forced herself to hold back!

Seeing the situation was turning sour, I didn't dare utter the words I had prepared. We both stood there silently for a while, then my mother's expression gradually calmed, and she said in an unquestionable tone, "Xiaobing, you go out! Mom needs to change!"

My heart skipped a beat. It seemed she was determined to keep her appointment! At this point, there was no point in trying to persuade her, so I could only dejectedly retreat to the living room.

About ten minutes later, as I sat on the sofa, lost in thought, I heard soft footsteps. I looked up at the sound and froze involuntarily! My mother, dressed up meticulously, stood before me. She wore a bright, fitted dress, the front of the bodice stretched taut, highlighting her perfectly rounded breasts. Her legs, clad in stockings, were long and shapely, the skirt extremely narrow, revealing at least half of her thighs, making her look both alluring and sexy. Yet, her demeanor remained elegant, without a trace of coquettishness, like a dignified and poised noblewoman, exuding a mature and noble aura...

Perhaps my stunned expression was adorably silly, for my mother chuckled and scolded, "Little rascal, what are you looking at? Haven't you ever seen a woman before?"

"No...it's not that I've never seen a woman before..." I stammered, as if waking from a dream, "It's just...I've never seen a woman as beautiful as you, Mom..." My words carried a hint of flattery, but to my surprise, my mother sighed softly and said quietly, "Xiaobing, tell me the truth, is Mom really...still young and beautiful?"

"Is that even a question?" I said earnestly, "In my heart, Mom will always be the youngest and most beautiful!" Before I could finish speaking, I received a sharp rap on the head. Mom glared at me, laughing and scolding, "You smooth talker... Okay, Xiaobing, you'll just cook yourself some instant noodles tonight! I'll bring back some delicious late-night snacks, listen to me!" With that, she leaned down and kissed my forehead, slipped on her elegant high heels, and quickly left!

I was extremely anxious, thinking that dressing so sexily for her date was practically throwing herself into a fire pit! Putting myself in her shoes, if I were that Mr. Yang, I wouldn't let Mom off the hook tonight... Yes, even if it meant going to jail for ten years, I'd still get her into bed... No, I absolutely couldn't let Mom fall into his clutches and become a victim of a pervert's lust! I had to protect her!

With that thought, I immediately sprang into action, rushing to my room and changing into a yellow jacket! This was a gift from a relative last year, but I never wore it even once because I thought it was ugly! Then, I put on a pair of oversized sunglasses, almost covering half my face! This way, while my appearance wasn't completely changed, at least I wouldn't be so easily recognized!

I looked in the mirror, messed up my hair a bit, and then ran out of the house. Following the alleyway to the street corner, I saw my mother's slender figure in the distance. She was standing gracefully under an advertising board waiting for a taxi, her long, curly hair blowing in the breeze, like a thousand strands of love stirring my heart…

Just then, several taxis slowly drove up, and my mother waved down one of them, getting in with an elegant posture. I quickly ran over and flagged down another, ordering the driver to follow the car in front.

After about five or six minutes, the two taxis stopped one after the other. Looking out the window, I saw that this was the city's most upscale West Lake Restaurant… Damn! That guy really went all out to win Mom's heart...

I was cursing inwardly when Mom stepped out of the car. A tall, thin man in a suit hurriedly approached. He was around thirty years old, his sallow face beaming with smiles, holding a bouquet of flowers. He was bowing and scraping, saying something I couldn't quite place—probably some flattering pleasantries. Mom, however, remained unmoved, not even glancing at the flowers. She simply nodded indifferently and walked alongside him into the hotel.

I quickly paid the fare and followed them furtively. Inside the lobby, I saw the two of them sitting in a quiet booth by the window. I hesitated for a moment, then steeled myself and cautiously sat down at the next table. Although the two seats were close, a large pillar separated them. If I hid behind the pillar, I shouldn't be noticed...

"Sir, how many people are in your party?" A waitress in a cheongsam approached, smiling and greeting me.

I made a separate gesture, picked up the menu from the table, and randomly pointed to a few dishes. The waitress frowned strangely as I gestured to her the whole time, but didn't say anything, noted down the names of the dishes, and left. I breathed a sigh of relief, pricked up my ears, and tried my best to catch the voices coming from the side...

"Sister Tang, please forgive my bluntness, but you seem very unhappy!" It was Mr. Yang's voice, deep, rugged, and quite magnetic, the kind of baritone that's quite attractive.

"No! Who said I'm unhappy? I'm just... feeling a little unwell..." My mother said stubbornly, but anyone could tell she wasn't being sincere.

"Really?" Mr. Yang chuckled and teased, "Still feeling unwell but still coming to the banquet... Sister Tang, you're too kind to me, I'm truly flattered!"

"Hmph! What's the use of being nice to you men? In the end, you still fall in love with every one you see?" I had a bad feeling... My mother's words were heartfelt, her tone full of grievance and resentment, unknowingly revealing her true feelings.

For a seasoned veteran of the world of romance, this was undoubtedly a good opportunity to start a conversation, and perhaps even turn the awkward atmosphere around… “How could it not work? This at least makes me realize two things! First, how fortunate your husband is to have this love…” Sure enough, Mr. Yang began to speak eloquently, saying earnestly, “Second, if he doesn’t cherish it, he might lose this relationship!” I almost slammed my fist on the table! This guy, he really had ulterior motives; these words were clearly aimed at sowing discord!

My mother glanced at him sideways and said calmly, “I didn’t realize you were so perceptive!”

“Not at all!” Mr. Yang said modestly, “I’m just good with words! As for my thinking, how can I compare to Sister Tang’s quick wit and intelligence?” My mother smiled slightly, her tense face relaxing a bit. Clearly, after such flattery, her mood had improved considerably, and her attitude towards Mr. Yang had become more amiable! A sour feeling welled up inside me, and I almost wished I could create some kind of accident to ruin this increasingly pleasant atmosphere…

The ordered dishes were served one after another! Apart from two or three simple home-style dishes, the other delicacies were sent to the next table! I ate listlessly, and stealing a glance across the table, I saw that under the melodious music and bright lights, and amidst the deliberate flattery of the man at the same table, my mother seemed to have temporarily forgotten her unhappiness and was somewhat smug! Her rosy cheeks were flushed, and she was talking more than before! Even when she got carried away and Mr. Yang intentionally or unintentionally took my mother's small hand resting on the table, she simply withdrew it gently without showing any displeasure…

The meal lasted about an hour. During this time, it was clear that the distance between my mother and Mr. Yang was gradually disappearing, a stark contrast to the coldness they had shown when they first met! An unsuspecting person might have thought they were longtime friends!

“Thank you, Mr. Yang! You treated me to a sumptuous dinner when I was feeling particularly down!” Mom put down her cutlery and thanked him gently.

“Haha, don’t mention it!” Mr. Yang took out his wallet, paid the bill with a flourish, and said with a smile, “Since it’s still early, why don’t you come to my dormitory for a while?”

“This…” Mom hesitated.

“Go ahead!” Mr. Yang said sincerely, “It’s just next to the hot spring hotel, very close! I took a lot of pictures of scenery when I traveled to Europe, and I’d like you to see them…”

Mom considered for a few seconds, then nodded, blushing. Mr. Yang was very pleased, his joy overflowing. He gestured for her to leave, displaying the demeanor of a true gentleman. Mom smiled sweetly and gracefully rose from the table. Afraid of being recognized, I quickly lowered my head and turned my face to the other side. Only after the footsteps had faded did I dare to raise my head again…

Just then, Mr. Yang walked up to me, his gaze casually sweeping across my face before settling on something ahead… Suddenly, I shuddered, clearly catching Mr. Yang's eyes! It was a gaze a mixture of greed, lewdness, mockery, and smugness, relentlessly sweeping over my mother's swaying, round buttocks… He looked like a confident hunter, watching his prey fall into a trap with complete certainty…

Oh no! A chill ran through me; I knew this guy was far more dangerous than I had imagined! The worst part was that my mother was completely oblivious to his malice! Following him without any precautions was no different from sending a lamb to the slaughter. It was predictable that once she entered this lecher's territory, my mother would become a sitting duck, unable to escape his grasp…

I was frantic. I quickly pulled out my wallet, paid the bill, and hurried after them, watching their retreating figures from afar. After crossing an intersection, Mr. Yang and his mother entered a quiet, luxurious building, where they stood with several other people in the lobby waiting for the elevator. I didn't dare get too close, so I patiently hid in the shadows until they entered the elevator, then rushed over like a shot.

With a soft "creak," the elevator doors slowly closed, and a row of flashing numbers lit up one by one.

I stared intently, hoping to figure out which floor Mr. Yang and his mother were on. But to my dismay, this damned elevator seemed to be deliberately playing tricks on me, stopping on almost every floor… Good heavens! This building had thirty floors and nearly six hundred suites; who knew which one they would end up in?

I was frantic and completely lost, running around the entire building like a headless fly! Upstairs, downstairs, in the elevator, out of the elevator… I wanted to knock on every suite door, searching room after room! I clung to a sliver of hope, hoping my mother would suddenly realize the man's inappropriate intentions and escape unscathed… But even as my legs grew numb and I could no longer move, nothing had changed… It was over! Exhausted, I collapsed onto the floor, wanting nothing more than to burst into tears! Unbeknownst to me, over an hour had passed. If that guy had intended to assault my mother, whether he used coaxing or force, he'd probably succeeded by now!

In an instant, a tragic yet lewd scene seemed to appear before my eyes—my mother was lying naked on the bed, her snow-white body being viciously pressed down by Mr. Yang, her face full of pain and humiliation, silently enduring his frenzied assault… Thinking of this, my whole body trembled violently, and my heart was filled with extreme fear… Suddenly, an idea flashed through my mind like lightning, and I involuntarily jumped up, shouting with joy:

“I’ve got it!” Turning around, I rushed to the building’s security office, where a guard was staring blankly at the monitor with nothing to do. I pulled out a hundred-yuan bill and slapped it in front of him, panting, "Sir, please think carefully. About an hour ago, a man and a woman came up in elevator number 2. Which floor did they go to?"

The guard gave me a strange look, then his eyes fell on the bill. He pondered, "The man and woman who sat in elevator number 2? There are at least ten couples like that..."

"But these two people have very distinctive features..." I interrupted him, describing Mr. Yang and my mother's appearances in detail.

The guard thought for a while, then suddenly realized, "Ah, you mean Xiao Yang? He's a wealthy boss, living in room 18 on the ninth floor..."

Before he could say another word, I dashed out and ran towards the ninth floor as fast as I could. My heart was filled with both joy and worry, and I kept praying to heaven, "Mom, you must hold on... Don't let that pervert succeed... Just hold on a little longer, your son is coming to save you..." Finally, I reached

the ninth floor! I stepped up the last step, panting, and headed straight for my target. Suddenly, my vision blurred, and a woman rushed towards me from the opposite corridor. Looking closer,

I realized—it was my mother, whom I had been searching for! Overjoyed, I was about to call out to her when my gaze froze! My mother's hair was disheveled, her pretty face was deathly pale, and her eyes were filled with tears, her expression a mixture of shame and sorrow! The neckline of her blouse was open, revealing a glimpse of her fair cleavage. What shocked me most was that beneath her tight-fitting skirt, my mother's legs were completely bare; the stockings that had been wrapped around them were gone…

A sudden, overwhelming feeling shot through me, a rush of blood to my head, and I swayed unsteadily… In that instant, I felt as if something deep within me had collapsed, shattered, and crumbled, ceasing to exist forever… as if the most sacred, perfect mountain had been ruthlessly leveled in a mere second…

I stood there dumbfounded, watching my mother stumble past me and run down the stairs. She was clearly in a state of utter shock, oblivious to everything, including me, and the look of pain, sorrow, despair, and hopelessness on her own son's face!

"You damned beast! I'll kill you…" A surge of rage welled up inside me; I was on the verge of losing my mind! Reaching into my pocket, I pulled out a switchblade and strode to room 18, banging on the door with a deafening "thump, thump, thump!"

"Who is it?" came an impatient voice from inside.

I took a deep breath, forcing myself to calm down, and replied, "Is this Mr. Yang? Ms. Tang, who just left, has a message for you!"

The door opened immediately! Mr. Yang, shirtless and wearing only his underwear, poked his head out, asking suspiciously, "What is it…?" Before he could finish, I was already lunging at him! I slammed into the room, and before he could react, a knife was already at his neck. I yelled, "Bastard! Are you tired of living? You dare to mess with my woman?"

Mr. Yang was terrified, his face pale and lips trembling as he stammered, "You mean... you mean Sister Tang? Little brother, I... I didn't..."

"Still dare to say you didn't?" I gritted my teeth, punched him twice in the chest, and sneered, "Then tell me, what did you do with her here for the past hour? Were you really looking at the photo album?" Mr. Yang was so frightened that he couldn't speak coherently.

I grimaced and dragged him into the bedroom. My eyes swept around and suddenly I noticed a small video camera on the table. It had obviously just finished working, and the switch was still flashing red!

"Scumbag! You secretly recorded me!" I was furious, a nameless fire rising in my heart. I raised my hand and slashed the knife at Mr. Yang's neck. He screamed in terror, grabbing my wrist in a desperate struggle. I was small and thin, no match for his strength, but grief and anger drove me to fight recklessly. After a few moments of pushing and shoving, I raised my head and slammed it hard against his forehead. Caught off guard, he rolled his eyes back and passed out!

"Pah, useless bastard!" I wiped my sweat, spat contemptuously, and kicked him a few more times. Then I picked up the camera, rewound the tape to the end, and, with a complex mix of guilt and frustration, sat down to watch what might be a Category III film.

The small screen lit up, revealing Mr. Yang's sallow, lewd face. He gave a strange smile, made a "V" sign, and then quickly walked away... Judging from the angle, I guessed he had hidden the camera in the TV cabinet, right next to the VCD player, probably covered with a cloth to avoid being noticed...

At that moment, I also saw my mother. She was sitting on the sofa, her legs elegantly crossed, looking at a photo album in her hands. Mr. Yang's smile faded, and he casually walked over and sat down beside her, launching into a vivid and detailed account of the foreign scenery and his travel experiences. His eloquence was quite impressive; my mother, who had initially been somewhat distracted, was soon captivated, her face showing a look of keen interest.

"This is the Louvre in Paris..." Mr. Yang pointed to a photo in the album and said, "It's magnificent inside, no less impressive than our Forbidden City... Oh, Sister Tang, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

Mom casually hummed in response, fanned herself a few times, and said, puzzled, "I don't know why, but I suddenly feel very hot, like my stomach is on fire."

"Could it be that the oyster pancakes I ate for dinner were too 'heaty'?" Mr. Yang said with concern, "Here, have some juice to cool down!"

Mom did as he was told, picking up a glass from the coffee table and leisurely sipping the orange-yellow juice through the straw. After drinking about half a glass, she said apologetically, "Sorry, where were we?"

"We were talking about the Louvre, it's truly a magnificent building..." Mr. Yang continued his eloquent explanation, his enthusiasm palpable. However, Mom's demeanor was somewhat unusual. She seemed to be getting increasingly hot, her cheeks flushed like ripe apples, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her smooth forehead… Later, her hand unconsciously unbuttoned a button at her collar…

“Look at this photo. Can you tell which of these two people is the real person and which is the sculpture?” Mr. Yang said mysteriously. “Hehe, can’t tell, can you? I’ve shown it to many friends, and none of them could guess correctly!”

“Really? Then I’ll try to guess!” Mom, perhaps intrigued, leaned slightly to the side, carefully examining the photo in Mr. Yang’s hand. She didn’t notice at all that his gaze was intently scanning her body, taking the opportunity to peek inside her drooping collar…

"Hmm, it's hard to tell..." Mom leaned even closer, scrutinizing the album for a moment before hesitating, "I guess it's the one on the left, right?"

"Are you sure? Want to take another look?" Mr. Yang chuckled softly, deliberately moving the album to a brighter spot, enticing Mom to lean forward even more... Suddenly, his eyes lit up, fixing on it! From his greedy yet cunning gaze, I could easily imagine what he had glimpsed that captivated him...

"I don't want to look anymore, I think it's the one on the left!" Mom said curtly, her expression suddenly becoming somewhat agitated. She murmured, "It's strange, I... I'm still terribly hot!" She picked up her cup again, eagerly pulled out the straw, and gulped down the rest of her juice. Perhaps because she drank too quickly, two rosy clouds immediately rose to her fair cheeks, making her look even more charming and alluring.

“Since you’re thirsty, have a few more glasses!” Before my mother could answer, Mr. Yang eagerly poured her another glass of juice. Under the light, his expression was strange, with a cunning and ambiguous smile.

A thought flashed through my mind, and I suddenly understood his sinister intentions. A surge of anger welled up inside me—this shameless guy had actually drugged the juice! No wonder my mother kept complaining about being hot and acting so strangely! I just didn’t know what drug he had put in it…

“Now that you mention it, I also feel a bit hot in the room!” Mr. Yang muttered to himself, then suddenly jumped up, quickly stripped off his coat and trousers, and sat back down on the sofa in only his vest and shorts.

My mother frowned slightly, seemingly displeased with this “rude” behavior. She was silent for a moment, then casually picked up another photo album from the coffee table, flipping through it as she said, "You've been to quite a few countries, haven't you? Where were these photos taken... Oh dear!" She suddenly cried out in surprise, dropping the album and exclaiming in astonishment, "What... what is this?"

"Oh, sorry! I accidentally picked up the wrong one. This is a collection of nude art photos I took!" Mr. Yang apologized, but his tone was frivolous. Anyone could see that he had no intention of apologizing at all.

The mother's pretty face flushed red, and she breathed a sigh of relief, exclaiming, "How could you show me this? These obscene photos are horribly ugly! How can you call them art? They shouldn't have been taken at all!" Mr.

Yang laughed loudly, picked up the album, and flipped through it, saying boastfully, "Ugly? You're wrong! Look at these strong men and beautiful women, don't they all embody strength and beauty? You should appreciate them with me!" With that, he opened the album and handed it to the mother.

"No, I don't want to look... I want to go home!" Mother, both ashamed and angry, pushed away the photo album, stood up, and walked towards the door. But she had only taken two steps when she suddenly let out a muffled groan, involuntarily falling backward and landing in Mr. Yang's arms.

"Sister Tang, why are you being such a spoilsport?" Mr. Yang chuckled, wrapping his arms around Mother's slender waist, kissing her fair and smooth cheek, and whispering, "It's getting late, why don't you stay here tonight?"

"You..." Mother's face was full of anger; it was probably only then that she realized the man's treacherous intentions. Her fingers twisted at Mr. Yang's wrist, her body weakly struggling, and she cried out, "You filthy thing! Let me go... let go! You scoundrel..."

"I won't let go!" Mr. Yang's face darkened, as if he had become a different person in an instant, his sallow face turning indescribably ugly and ferocious. "I went to great lengths to invite you here, how could I let you go so easily?"

The mother couldn't help but shiver, but her cheeks flushed even more. Her appearance was very strange at this moment, as if she were both shivering with fear and burning with heat. Beads of sweat hung on the tip of her nose, and she said in a trembling voice, "You... what do you want?"

"What do you want? Can't you guess?" Boss Yang smiled sinisterly, finally revealing his true lecherous nature. "No woman I've ever wanted to play with has ever been as ungrateful as you, always keeping me in suspense... never! But today, I can finally kiss you!" After saying that, he grabbed his mother's chin, forcibly turned her pretty face, and planted a heavy kiss on her delicate red lips!

"Mmm, mmm," before his mother could dodge, her mouth was suddenly blocked, and she squeezed out a suppressed, muffled sound. Her face was incredibly complex, clearly showing utter disgust, yet her lips and tongue were making soft, rhythmic sounds in response, her breasts heaving violently, as if she were deeply intoxicated by the passionate kiss… I was burning with rage and couldn't help but kick the unconscious Mr. Yang a few more times, wishing I could castrate him…

I glanced at the screen, and there he was, his hands were roaming over my mother's mature and alluring body, his devilish hands slipping inside her clothes and deftly climbing up her high, firm breasts.

I stared blankly at everything that was happening, my heart filled with both anger and jealousy… Apart from my father, no man had ever touched my mother's breasts before, not even me, her son who had been eyeing them so intently… I never imagined that this bastard would be the first to do so…

“Don’t do this… oh… stop… ahh…” my mother groaned in despair, tears of shame and indignation streaming silently down her face. But her delicate body seemed to be under a spell, involuntarily leaning back, pressing tightly against the man's chest...

After a while, having satisfied his urge, Mr. Yang breathed a sigh of relief, suddenly reaching out to grab his mother's legs, lifting her horizontally, and forcefully throwing her towards the bed. His mother cried out again, her body crashing heavily onto the mattress, her short skirt flipping up in disarray, exposing her entire thigh and white panties to the light!

Before she could sit up straight, Mr. Yang had already rushed over, grabbing her slender ankles, easily removing her high heels, and then, without a word, pulling off her sheer stockings... Soon, her long, snow-white legs were fully exposed, her glistening skin gleaming, blatantly teasing the man's gaze...

Mr. Yang's eyes gleamed with excitement, and he cleanly and efficiently removed his own underwear, revealing a thick, veiny penis that stood proudly erect like a cannon. Mom trembled, staring in disbelief, seemingly stunned by his size. Her pretty face was filled with horror, yet her eyes betrayed a bewildered confusion…

“How about it? Don’t you want to get closer to it?” Mr. Yang smugly swung his penis, leering, “Hehe… If you want it, just say so! As long as you beg me to take you, I guarantee you’ll experience ecstasy…”

Mom bit her lower lip, stubbornly keeping her beautiful eyes closed, refusing to answer. But her pretty face was a mixture of pain and ecstasy, her breath coming in broken gasps and moans. It was clear she was in great pain; one hand rubbed her full, half-naked breasts, the other pressed against the bulge in her lower abdomen, her beautiful legs tightly clamped together, writhing on the bed, drenched in sweat. Even after enduring such hardship, she gritted her teeth and endured it all, showing not a trace of pity to the other party…

“Still won’t beg for mercy? Heh, you’re quite stubborn!” Mr. Yang’s voice rang out again, teasingly saying, “Then you can continue your performance, I’m not in a hurry! After all, it’s rare to see such a beautiful and elegant woman in heat… Hahaha!”

Hearing Mr. Yang’s words, I suddenly felt very uncomfortable, a strange feeling rising within me—although I understood that under the influence of the drugs, my mother had difficulty controlling her body’s instinctive reactions, I still felt an indescribable disappointment and contempt. Perhaps from that moment on, my mother’s image in my heart plummeted, no longer the noble, pure, and immaculate figure of the past…

Suddenly, my mother let out a particularly high-pitched scream, interrupting my thoughts. Her legs thrashed wildly, her body jerked forward, then slumped weakly, her eyes revealing a dazed and lost allure…

"What? You...you came?" Mr. Yang was stunned, and it took him a long time to come to his senses. He said incredulously, "You slut, I didn't expect your body to react so strongly, you actually took care of yourself first!" He sighed in annoyance and said viciously, "Now that you're satisfied, it's my turn to unleash my power!" He pounced on the bed like a hungry tiger, his hands roughly attacking his mother's half-naked body...

Unexpectedly, his mother didn't dodge. Her expression was cold, and she silently let him do as he pleased. Just as Mr. Yang's eyes were burning with lust and he reached out to lift her skirt, his mother suddenly rammed into his arms and bit his shoulder...

"Ouch—" Mr. Yang screamed, and was kicked off the bed, falling awkwardly to the floor. At the same time, his mother quickly jumped up, slipped into her high heels, and without even straightening her crumpled skirt, stumbled out of the bedroom, opened the door, and escaped!

After a long while, Mr. Yang finally got up, looking dejected and shaking his head in frustration. But when he turned to look at us, his sallow face regained its ferocious expression, and he muttered, "With this secretly filmed tape, I'm not afraid you won't obediently submit... Hehe, no woman I want can escape my grasp! Just you wait and see..."

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