[Urban] The Underwear Romance (Complete) - 28-30

Mom~ Two small, curved labia (13-17)

(Thirteen)

"After I got an erection, Mom, you knelt down and took my penis into your mouth, carefully giving me oral sex, swallowing all the semen that came out... Finally, we hugged each other again, my penis went into Mom's cunt, and we made love wildly on the bed..." I vividly described this, and then my voice slowly stopped.

The room became quiet, and there was no other sound, only Mom's passionate breathing, which echoed in my ears. Her eyes were fixed on the high bulge under my pants, and her full breasts were heaving rapidly, as if she had completely forgotten everything in reality. I stood up and took off my pants in the most natural way, and my hairy penis burst out, standing proudly in the air.

"Xiaobing, you... what are you doing?" Seeing me come close to her, Mom came back to her senses slightly and asked in a panic.

“I want you to give me oral sex again, Mom…” I stared into her eyes and said bluntly.

“Are you crazy? We are… mother and son, how can you do… such a thing?” Mom said in a trembling voice, but her tone was incredibly weak, not at all like a stern refusal. “But you already did it…”

“That… that was just a dream… son, you can’t take a dream as reality…”

“Forget it, Mom!” I suddenly used my trump card, saying each word clearly, “I know it wasn’t a dream, it was a real thing!”

Mom panicked and exclaimed, “How… how do you know?”

“Because when I woke up, I found a faint lip print on my penis…” I lied without changing my expression, saying sarcastically, “That couldn’t be my own lip print, could it? So I understood everything… yes, I understood everything…”

“What did you understand?” Mom suddenly screamed, her expression becoming indescribably anxious. I immediately guessed what she was worried about—she wasn't afraid I'd learned about those lewd scenes, but rather that I'd recall memories of my "past life"...

"I finally understand, Mom was a woman who loved sucking big dicks, especially her own son's..." I raised my voice. I

said this very brazenly, completely disregarding her feelings. But Mom seemed relieved, saying with lingering fear, "Thank goodness... thank goodness..."

"So Mom admits it, admits she likes giving me oral sex, and even... having sex with me?" I asked coldly.

"No... no..." she tried weakly to explain, but couldn't make sense of it.

"Then why did you secretly lick my dick while I was asleep? Did you have some other secret you were hiding from me?"

"No, no... no secrets at all... don't overthink it..." Mom was terrified, hurriedly declaring, appearing flustered and confused.

"But there has to be a reason, right? Mom, dare you say you really don't like this thing of mine? When I was flirting with you just now, were you really not tempted at all? Didn't you have any incestuous thoughts? Didn't you fantasize about it going in?" I pressed on relentlessly, giving Mom no time to think. I wanted to shatter her remaining self-esteem and defenses, forcing her to admit her promiscuity.

"I...I..." Mom seemed to be having a fierce internal struggle. After a long while, she finally lowered her head weakly and murmured, "I...I dare not...I dare not..." "

Really? Say it again?" I urged excitedly, my voice becoming hoarse. My long-cherished wish was about to be fulfilled...

Mom bit her lip and suddenly cried out as if she had collapsed: "Yes, Mom loves to eat your big cock...Mom is a shameless woman who wants to sleep with her own son...I want you to fuck my hole hard..."

Such a lewd and vulgar sentence coming from the mouth of my usually holy and noble mother was extremely shocking in itself. My desire ignited suddenly, and I pounced on her, pinning her to the bed and showering her with passionate kisses.

Instinctively, she turned her head away, trying to dodge my kisses. But her arms hung limply at her sides, offering no resistance to my advances. My mouth seized the opportunity, sealing her fresh, fruity lips with mine, then my tongue explored her warm, moist mouth, exchanging saliva. My

emotions surged, and while continuing to kiss her passionately, I quietly reached down and unbuttoned her nightgown, discreetly stripping away her smooth flesh. A glimpse out of the corner of my eye revealed a vast expanse of white, full breasts. A black lace bra accentuated her full breasts, but it couldn't completely cover them, instead making their curvaceous contours even more alluring!

"Mom, you have such a beautiful figure!" I exclaimed sincerely, eagerly reaching down to her smooth back, searching for the clasp on her bra strap, wanting to undo it. But lacking the skill, the tiny clasp seemed to be deliberately working against me, refusing to open no matter what I did!

I screamed in frustration, yanking and tugging wildly, trying to forcefully break this annoying obstacle. Unfortunately, the bra was surprisingly sturdy; no matter how much I tore at it, it remained intact. However, with my persistent efforts, it finally loosened slightly and wobbled down a bit.

My fair breasts were exposed, the upper half of them exposed, the two round, firm mounds pressed together by the slipping strap, forming a very deep cleavage.

"Little soldier, let's stop here… we can't… we can't…" Mom gasped, seemingly still hesitant. One hand pushed against my grasping hand, while the other hooked onto the drooping bra strap, preparing to put it back on.

“Unless Mom tells me there was another reason she licked my penis that night, I won’t give up on this idea…” I deliberately threatened her, “But then I’ll have to find out what your real purpose is…”

Mom gasped, closed her eyes, and remained silent for a moment. Resignedly, she reached out and unhooked her bra, letting it fall to the ground. Her snow-white, full breasts immediately emerged, bouncing into my hands.

I held my breath, cupped Mom’s breasts in my hands, and gently shook them, carefully feeling their heavy weight. Unlike last time, tonight I felt only excitement, no longer curiosity. I could truly appreciate the exquisite feel, as if all my tactile nerves were concentrated in my fingertips.

Undoubtedly, these were perfect breasts, reflecting a porcelain-like luster under the light. The glistening, jade-like nipples were peach-shaped, proudly standing upright, without any sagging. They felt smooth and soft to the touch, and incredibly elastic.

What in the world could be more blush-inducing, more sinfully pleasurable, than a son grasping his mother's breasts?

Overwhelmed with excitement, I kneaded my mother's breasts vigorously. My ten fingers sank deep inside, squeezing and shaping those two round, snow-white mounds into various forms. Then I lowered my head to kiss this symbol of motherhood, my tongue darting across the pale brown areolas, making incredibly seductive "smack, smack" sounds.

My mother's breathing suddenly quickened, her arms tightly encircling my neck, pressing my head against her chest. I noticed her delicate nipples were erecting from her spreading areolas, looking like luscious purple grapes, incredibly alluring in both color and shape, embodying a mature woman's radiant beauty…

“Mommy, I’m nursing… Look, I’m nursing your breast…” I murmured softly, my teeth gently tapping the increasingly firm nipple, my nimble tongue teasing the very tip, greedily tasting and sucking, as if milk were truly flowing from there…

"Suck... my good son... suck as much as you want... this is what Mommy owes you... oh... it's killing me..."

Mom closed her eyes, tilted her head back, and breathed heavily, murmuring passionately. Her arms unconsciously wrapped around my neck, pressing my head tightly against her chest. My face was buried between her high, firm breasts, like being pressed down by two mountains; I almost couldn't breathe and quickly spat out the nipple from my mouth.

Unexpectedly, Mom gave a dissatisfied "humph," pressed her entire body against mine, and impatiently shoved her other breast into my lips, then pressed her hand against the back of my head, preventing me from moving.

After a while, we reluctantly separated. Mom sighed, leaning softly against my arm, her breasts prominently displayed, rising and falling with her rapid breathing, still glistening with traces of saliva.

Seizing the opportunity, before Mom could fully recover, I quickly pulled off her half-undone nightgown, then loosened her belt… In no time, Mom's mature, alabaster-like body was gradually exposed, almost completely naked except for a pink silk lace panty barely covering her last vestige of intimacy. With

a slight push, I gently pushed Mom down onto the bed and reached out to caress her long, slender, white legs. When my fingers slipped between her closed legs, playfully tracing the tender flesh of her inner thighs, Mom's body trembled, her cheeks suddenly flushed, and a strange expression appeared on her pretty face as she shyly curled up her legs.

A strange feeling crept into my heart, and my gaze followed the curve of her legs upwards, only to be instantly stunned—her pink panties were already wet, with a coin-sized stain prominently displayed in the middle, particularly noticeable under the light, revealing glimpses of two small, curved labia…

A rush of heat surged to my head, my brain went blank, and I barely knew what I was doing, only vaguely aware of my hands frantically pulling and tugging, and hearing gasps

in my ears… When I regained my senses, my mother was completely naked, her long legs spread wide apart, her mysterious private parts fully exposed to my view!

I brought my face close, greedily gazing at this alluring area. My mother's vulva was even more exquisite and beautiful than I had imagined, with thick, dark pubic hair neatly covering the entire triangular area.

Parting the curly pubic hair, a narrow, deep red slit with a full bulge was visible, the skin around the genitals slightly darker. Two plump labia minora were pressed together, a few glistening dewdrops slowly seeping out…

Ah, this is where I was born! It is both my primordial home and my paradise from this day forward…

I was so excited I forgot myself, my hands cupping her vulva, feeling the delicate skin there. With my fingertips, the tightly closed petals parted slightly, revealing the alluring entrance to my paradise. Then, I slowly inserted my index and middle fingers into her reddish-brown vagina, boldly probing deeper.

“Oh…” My mother’s snow-white body arched, emitting another beautiful moan. Her face was flushed, her watery eyes filled with alluring charm, as if she had lost all her strength, lying limply, letting me do as I pleased.

I grew increasingly audacious, my fingers grinding and thrusting back and forth inside her wet opening, pulling them out only to plunge them back in completely, constantly stimulating her swollen clitoris…

In no time, Mom clearly couldn't take it anymore; her body writhed like a water snake, her fair thighs involuntarily draped over my shoulders, trembling hysterically…

Suddenly, a fishy, pungent smell filled my nostrils. Looking closely, I saw a large amount of thick, sticky love fluid oozing from her labia, flowing down her buttocks like a trickle, shimmering alluringly under the light…

I could no longer restrain myself. I stripped myself naked, my large penis erect and proudly pointing to the air. I grasped my penis and guided it to the center of Mom's slightly parted vulva. The moment the engorged glans touched her delicate labia, both of us shivered!

“Son, turn back! Don’t make the same mistake again… There’s still a chance to correct it…” Mom murmured weakly, her voice almost inaudible. Her usual authority was gone; she didn’t sound like a mother admonishing her child, but rather like a weak woman facing a conqueror.

“It’s too late, Mom!” I said briefly, afraid things might go wrong if I delayed. I quickly lifted her legs, aligned myself, and thrust forward. But before I could even penetrate, my penis slipped and veered off course, grazing the edge! Perhaps because it was my first time, I tried several times but couldn’t get it right. I was frantic, my forehead covered in sweat.

“Mom, let me in… Please, help me!” I pleaded, my face contorted with distress. In that instant, I realized that no matter how strong I was in front of my mother, I was still a child who needed protection. Without her cooperation, I wouldn't even have the ability to "force it"...

Mom glanced at me with pity, sighed helplessly, and shifted her hips to adjust her position. My pent-up penis immediately found its way, smoothly squeezing into the crevice between her petals, and began to penetrate her body inch by inch! Her

narrow vagina immediately contracted, the unusually tight embrace almost making me ejaculate. Fortunately, I managed to control the urge to ejaculate in time, preventing my first virginity from being released so hastily!

"Xiaobing, are you alright?" Mom probably noticed my pained expression and said with pity, "Bear with it! Don't hurt yourself..."

Before she could finish, I let out a hoarse roar and thrust my hips forward! My penis, which had been mostly exposed, suddenly pierced in, penetrating completely into her overflowing, juicy honey pot!

"Ah—" Mom let out a short scream, watching helplessly as my penis slid all the way into her body, our genitals now completely intertwined. Tears welled up in her eyes, and she sobbed uncontrollably.

"Don't cry, Mom, don't be sad..." I gently comforted her, kissing away her tears, and whispered, "Since it's already happened, there's no going back, and we can never go back to the way things were..." Mom shuddered, her eyes staring

blankly at the ceiling, muttering to herself, "Yes...it's already happened...there's no going back...there's no going back..."

She repeated this several times, her face suddenly showing a look of despair, as if she had given up everything. Her body suddenly became hot and burning, her warm lips frantically kissing my eyebrows, nose, and mouth, as if she had completely let go.

I was greatly excited, my penis mechanically moving in and out of her wonderful vagina like a wound-up toy, the tip scraping against the soft inside of her vagina, almost reaching the very end with each thrust. The head of my penis slammed heavily against my mother's cervix, bringing a slight burning pain, but the feeling inside me was increasingly pleasurable and stimulating!

"Good son...faster...ah...you're so good...I want...I want..." A series of soul-stirring cries escaped from my mother's lips. Her pretty face was contorted, all her former unapproachable reserve gone, all her self-respect as a mother lost. She only cared about tightly wrapping her legs around my waist, thrusting her buttocks to meet each of my thrusts...

"Want? What do you want...say it! Say it loudly..." I increased the speed and force of my thrusts, the sounds of our bodies colliding "slap, slap, slap" echoing in the quiet bedroom, along with the lewd sounds of our genitals rubbing together, making my blood boil even more.

"Fuck me! Son... Mom wants your cock, fuck me hard... Oh..." Mom seemed to have completely lost control, shaking her head wildly, emitting even more lewd moans, her body heaving up and down in perfect sync with my rhythm. At this moment, she had thrown aside all her identity, face, and moral taboos, fully enjoying the pleasure of sex.

Her full, naked breasts swayed seductively with the rhythm of her movements. At first, they only made slight circles, but as my movements intensified, these two round, snow-white breasts trembled more and more violently, as if showing off their elasticity and weight, tracing sexy parabolic arcs that dazzled my eyes.

Time slowly passed, and my son and I were lost in a bestial physical union, engaging in unrestrained and intense intercourse, committing the most shameless and immoral act in the world. Feelings of guilt kept rising in my heart, but it was precisely this pleasure mixed with sin that gave us even greater stimulation...

I don't know how long we went crazy, but suddenly, my mother's whole body stiffened, and her vagina contracted violently in a spasm-like manner. At the same time, her moans became high-pitched and piercing, constantly calling my name. Her two long, slender legs wrapped around my buttocks, desperately squeezing and pressing, as if trying to stuff my whole body into her honey hole...

"Ah...ah...faster...faster...good son...Mom...can't take it anymore...can't take it anymore...ah ah..."

Hearing my mother's delirious cries, I was suddenly filled with a proud sense of accomplishment—so I could be this powerful, actually making my own mother climax...climaxing her lustful juices in front of her son...

Thinking of this, I couldn't hold back any longer. I grabbed my mother's smooth buttocks and thrust my penis as deep as possible, shouting, "Mom, I...I'm going to cum...I really'm going to cum...I...I want to go back to your womb...go back..."

"Little soldier...good son...come back...go back to Mom's womb...cum...cum all of it...Mom's womb is waiting for you...ah ah..." Before I could finish speaking, my waist went numb, and an irresistible wave of pleasure surged through my limbs. My glans throbbed, spurting out scalding semen, shooting unreservedly deep into my mother's convulsing vagina...

"Oh my god...so good...ahh...oh my god..." My mother moaned with pleasure, her face filled with extreme joy, her arms wrapped around my back, her mature and voluptuous body trembling continuously as she received wave after wave of my thick semen...

Half a minute passed before I had completely ejaculated my first time, not a single drop was wasted. My penis went limp and slid out of her warm, moist vagina. Then, I witnessed a shocking scene—my mother's vulva twitched gently, her bright red labia slightly parted, and a stream of cloudy white fluid flowed out!

My son's semen was flowing from my mother's vaginal opening! What scene could be more lewd than this? But no matter how much it flowed, the shameful mark of incest between mother and son was forever etched in my mother's womb, becoming a symbol of her conquest by me.

I lay down, savoring the afterglow of my climax. A wave of exhaustion washed over me, and I drifted off to sleep in my mother's warm embrace…

The next day, when I woke up, the sun was high in the sky, its golden rays making me feel hot all over. Rubbing my sleepy eyes, I glanced at the alarm clock on the table—it was already 11:30!

"Unbelievable, I slept until noon!" I yawned, lazily turning over, only to realize that my mother was gone, and I was alone in bed.

"Where did she go?" I muttered to myself as I sat up, recalling everything that had happened last night. It all felt unreal, like a dream, as if I'd just had another erotic dream. Yet the room was still filled with my mother's unique fragrance, a few strands of her long, soft hair lay on the pillow, and dried traces of love juice remained on the sheets… All of this clearly told me that my long-held dream had come true!

Besides, every movement and every position I made with my mother last night was so clearly imprinted in my mind, far beyond what a vague dream could compare to. I also remember that after our frenzied lovemaking, we were both exhausted, and without even putting on clothes, we fell asleep naked, embracing each other…

This was undoubtedly the sweetest and most restful night's sleep I'd had in years. The only regret was that when I woke up, the first thing I saw wasn't my mother's beautiful sleeping posture.

"Could she have gone back to her room after I fell asleep?" I wondered. I quickly dressed and rushed to my mother's bedroom. Surprisingly, the sheets were neatly folded, and she wasn't there!

I slapped my forehead and burst into laughter. It was almost noon, and my mother never slept in, so of course she wouldn't be in bed! Based on my usual impression, I guessed she was probably preparing lunch.

Sure enough, as I entered the living room, the aroma of fried rice with eggs wafted to my nose. A few steps further, I saw my mother. She was busy in the kitchen, unaware that I had arrived behind her.

I stood still, quietly observing her. Her hair was neatly tied up, revealing a section of her elegant neck. She wore an apron and slippers, her slender figure swaying rhythmically. She was clearly in a good mood, humming a cheerful tune as she stirred the food with a spatula, her slender waist moving naturally and rhythmically.

From the side, I noticed her cheeks were rosy, and she looked radiant, no longer the pale and haggard woman she used to be. She resembled a newlywed, alluring woman, exuding a sexy and charming aura.

How similar this scene was to that morning more than half a year ago! Back then, my mother was just like today, her expression and demeanor filled with joy, her happiness overflowing… But since that day, everything had changed. Driven by wicked and immoral thoughts, I used drugs to "abolish" my father's sexual function!

From then on, the joy of sex was gone from my mother's life. She never experienced the pleasure of sex again, and like a flower without water, she withered day by day...

Fortunately, I made amends in time, irrigating my mother's body with my young, hot semen, allowing her to radiate the alluring charm of a mature woman again. This also meant that I could completely replace my father, giving my mother's empty and lonely body the most complete nourishment...

Thinking of this, my penis couldn't help but stir. I quietly walked up to her, wrapped my arms around her waist from behind, and said softly with a smile, "Good afternoon, Mom."

My mother was startled and almost dropped the shovel. She composed herself, turned around and glared at me, saying reproachfully, "Why didn't you say so earlier? Sneaky, annoying!"

The tone and manner she used when she said this were the same as when she was being affectionate with my father. My heart skipped a beat, but I didn't know what to say, so I awkwardly said, "I wanted to surprise you... and also wanted to sneak a peek at what you were making for lunch."

Mom said apologetically, "Xiaobing, I'm sorry! I got up too late today..." As she spoke, her pretty face flushed, revealing a shy expression, and she whispered, "I didn't have time to go buy groceries, so just have some fried rice for now!"

"No problem!" I replied, suddenly sniffing and exclaiming, "It smells so good!" "

Really?" Mom said happily, "I thought you wouldn't like it, so I specially added two extra eggs and a little sesame oil..."

"Mom, don't be so insensitive!" I interrupted her, tiptoed and kissed her neck, teasingly saying, "Who cares about fried rice? I'm saying you smell good!"

Mom chuckled, her cheeks slightly red, and scolded with a laugh, "You disrespectful brat, stand back!"

Gazing at her captivating expression, a mixture of gentle reproach and feigned anger, I was completely mesmerized. My hands, almost instinctively, lifted her apron and caressed her flat, toned stomach, while my lips playfully breathed warm air onto her half-circle ear.

"Oh..." Mom shrank back slightly, gently scolding, "Stop it! Mom's cooking! What if you spill the oil? Don't you want lunch?"

"No, no!" I greedily inhaled the intoxicating fragrance, shamelessly insisting, "The only thing I want to eat right now is you, Mom..."

"You little rascal!" Mom's expression was a mixture of love and hate as she slapped my arm, saying irritably, "You were up to something so much last night, haven't you had enough?"

"Mom's so delicious, one night isn't enough!" I said with a grin, my hand slipping inside her collar, climbing up her ample bosom.

My mother was startled and quickly reached out to press my hand down, warning, "Xiaobing, don't do anything reckless! What if someone sees us?"

"Come on! Mom, who would see this?" I ignored her protests and continued to reach down, touching the silk bra. My mother offered a weak resistance for a moment, but seeing that she couldn't resist me, she let me do as I pleased, continuing to rummage through the shovel.

However, to my embarrassment, this time, I still couldn't unhook the bra! In a moment of desperation, I forgot all about decorum and forced my hands through the gap, grasping each of my full breasts and directly caressing my smooth peaks.

My mother shuddered as if electrocuted, her cheeks flushing red. Instinctively, she said, "No...don't..."

Before she could finish, my fingertips had already skillfully reached the peak, pinching the tender nipple between my thumb and forefinger, rubbing and teasing it with varying pressure... In no time, the small, delicate nipple swelled up, standing hard and erect, twitching slightly between my fingers...

My mother's breathing suddenly became heavy, her hand unconsciously waving the shovel, and she said softly, "Little soldier...bad son! Why...do you always touch Mommy's...here?"

"Who told you to never let me touch or see them when I was little? Humph, now I'm going to get my revenge with interest!" I said triumphantly, striking a victorious pose. "Mom, these breasts may be yours, but they'll belong to me from now on! You have to maintain their current size and elasticity so I can always enjoy touching them! Understand?"

Mom mumbled a "hmm," and I don't know if she heard me or not. She could barely stand and leaned limply against my chest. A surge of triumph

filled me, and I gripped her breasts even tighter, saying in a commanding tone, "Mom, I hope that from today onwards, you won't wear this cumbersome bra in front of me anymore, because I want to touch it anytime, anywhere..."

My mother paused, as if suddenly waking from a blissful dream, straightening up and saying with a mixture of amusement and exasperation, "How can that be? You little lecher can be shameless, but Mom still has her pride!"

I was deeply disappointed. My intuition told me that although my mother had lost her virginity to me, she still saw me as a child, not the "man" who had conquered her in bed. This was not my intention—I had hoped she would realize that the roles of mother and son had reversed, and that she should see me as an unyielding "master," obediently submitting to me!

It seems I still need to properly train my mother, to make her completely remove the noble mask of "mother," so that she can no longer use that identity to define herself! Only in this way could I restore her to a naked woman, her body filled only with surging lust…

Thinking of this, a thought struck me, and my hands decisively slipped from my mother's collar, sliding down her graceful curves. Before she could react, my hands had already pulled down her pajama bottoms, invading her close-fitting lace panties, finally resting on her full, soft buttocks, and I quite skillfully began to caress her two mounds of flesh.

“Oh… Xiaobing, you…you…” Under my teasing caresses, my mother groaned as if in a dream, “Don’t…tease Mommy anymore, stop…stop it…”

Her voice trembled violently, though she said “no,” it carried an undisguised sweet pleasure. I became increasingly audacious, my palms covering her plump, round buttocks, my fingers tracing the enchanting cleft, tucking the narrow fabric into the burgeoning flesh, discovering that it was already a muddy mess inside.

“Mom, you’re wet…” I chuckled mischievously, “Still dare to tell me to stop? Shameless…” I was only halfway through my sentence when Mom suddenly dropped the shovel, whirled around like a whirlwind, and stood face-to-face with me. Before I could even see her expression, she had grabbed my head tightly, and a hot, wet kiss was on my lips, silencing my equally yearning lips.

This time it was my turn to be shocked; my mind went blank for a moment. I never imagined that Mom would take the initiative, kissing her own son so passionately. And less than a day ago, she had been so averse to incest…

For a moment, I felt dazed, even thinking it was a hallucination. But the next second, I regained my senses, our tongues intertwining, chasing and swirling in each other’s mouths.

The kiss was so long, my mother and I passionately exploring each other's bodies, until she was breathless and her eyes were glazed with desire, her moans of pleasure escaping from deep within her throat…

until a strong smell of burning came from the kitchen, bringing us back to our senses, and we reluctantly parted. Looking around, we saw the fried rice in the pan was burnt, and the oil in the pan had almost burned a hole in it!

My mother quickly turned off the gas, frantically cleaning up the mess, and said angrily, "It's all your fault! Now we really can't have lunch!"

"I told you I didn't want to eat!" I said nonchalantly, one hand still inside her underwear. "That won't do, you're growing, you'll starve if you don't eat!" My mother looked at me with loving eyes.

On a whim, I pulled out my wet fingers and pretended to wipe them on her face, chuckling, "Mom, you seem hungrier down there than I am. Let your son feed you first!"

"Don't talk nonsense..." Mom stamped her feet in embarrassment, raising her hand in a threatening gesture. I wasn't afraid of her, and grinned as I moved closer, wanting to be affectionate again. But this time, Mom stopped me, insisting we had to finish lunch first, otherwise I wouldn't have the energy. Reluctantly, I agreed, and we arranged to go to a restaurant for a meal.

After putting on my coat, I swaggered into Mom's bedroom. She was standing in front of the wardrobe, holding up four or five dresses and gesturing with them. Seeing me come in, surprisingly, she didn't shoo me away. Instead, she asked, "Xiaobing, which one do you think looks best?"

My eyes blatantly lingered on her fair body beneath the thin underwear, thinking, "It looks best if she doesn't wear anything!" But I didn't dare say it aloud, vaguely replying, "Anything you wear will look beautiful on you, Mom!"

"But I have to choose one!" Mom smiled gently. "Good son, help Mom make a decision!"

My heart skipped a beat, and I asked, "Are you really willing to listen to my advice?" "Of course. I also want to see if my son has good taste!"

I said slowly, "Then, I'll even decide what Mom wears underneath, okay?"

"This..." She hesitated for a few seconds, then nodded shyly.

My spirits lifted, and I quickly pulled open the small drawer at the bottom of the wardrobe, taking out all the underwear and examining each piece carefully. My mother was extremely embarrassed and stood there helplessly, not knowing what to do. I watched her embarrassment with a smile, and after a while, I finally finished picking out all the clothes, inside and out, and put them all on the bed.

"What, these two?" Mom's face flushed instantly when she saw the bra and panties. These were the sexiest lingerie in the entire closet, originally hidden in a corner, but I cleverly found them. She glared at me, hesitated slightly, but still picked them up, and subconsciously gestured for me to turn away from her while she changed.

I made a face and simply sat down on the bed, looking like a complete rascal. Mom couldn't do anything about it, so she turned around and took off her clothes, revealing her voluptuous naked body. She moved quickly, and before I could react, she had already put on her panties, then tucked her full breasts into the bra. However

, when she stood in front of the dressing mirror, her pretty face turned even redder. The sky-blue bra that tightly bound her bust was far too small, unable to contain her high breasts at all, and with the opening in the front, the two round mounds of flesh seemed like they might pop out at any moment. She had to adjust the right bra strap, pulling it straighter to lift her right breast slightly. However, this made the cleavage created by the pressure of her breasts against each other even deeper.

Her panties weren't much better. Although they weren't the kind of thongs that completely exposed her buttocks, the slits on both sides were extremely high, and the central part was even see-through, revealing a clear patch of black. A few tender, velvety blades of grass, unwilling to be left out, had already stubbornly broken free of their restraints, provocatively peeking out...

I swallowed hard, my eyes glued to my mother as she hurriedly and awkwardly put on her pink dress, flesh-colored stockings, and a short floral skirt that barely reached her knees... In no time, my mother was completely transformed...

After she finished applying her makeup and light makeup, my eyes widened in surprise. I saw a stunningly beautiful woman beyond my wildest imagination, looking both youthful and mature, sexy yet elegant, exuding a natural charm.

"This is an outfit someone gave me years ago..." Mom stared blankly at herself in the mirror, her confidence wavering. "Xiaobing, do you really think I look good in this? Isn't it a bit too frivolous? I'm clearly old, trying to look cute..."

"Who said that? Who said you're old?" I protested. "Mom, when you walk with me, people will at most think you're my older sister, no one will believe you're my mother..."

"That's an exaggeration!" Mom interrupted me with a laugh, her expression much more relaxed, a clear joy radiating from her eyes. She picked up her delicate little handbag and walked confidently out the door with me.

As soon as we reached the street, Mom instinctively grabbed my hand, as if she were holding onto a child who might get lost at any moment. I gently but firmly pulled away, bending my arm and gesturing towards her. Mom understood what I meant, hesitated for a moment, and finally slipped her hand into my arm, taking my arm with a slightly shy air.

I strode confidently, head held high, feeling the bright sunshine, the beautiful scenery, and my extremely cheerful mood. Although it wasn't the first time I'd gone out with my mother, she had never snuggled up to me like this before, looking less like a "mother" and more like my lover—and such a beautiful, outstanding lover at that!

Yes, my mother was truly exceptional! I noticed that many men along the way were staring at her lustfully, their eyes burning with undisguised desire. Occasionally, a gentle breeze would rustle her short skirt, revealing a glimpse of her fair thigh, and their eyes would practically pop out of their sockets, each with a look of eager anticipation…

Strangely enough, I, who usually loathe such blatant stares, felt no anger today, but rather a sense of pride, almost a boastful pride…

A dozen minutes later, we arrived at a medium-sized restaurant, sat down by the window, and ordered a few simple dishes. I also ordered a bottle of red wine, filling two glasses to the brim.

"To the most beautiful mother in the world!" I raised my glass, speaking with heartfelt sincerity.

My mother smiled gently, took a small sip of her wine, then sighed sadly, saying, "We've...we've all come to this, do you still consider me your mother?"

I said earnestly, "No matter what has happened, you'll always be the best mother in my heart...the blood ties between us are something no force can sever..."

She looked at me with emotion, tears welling in her eyes, "Really? I thought...you looked down on me..."

I was taken aback. To be honest, before I took my mother's body, I did despise her quite a bit, even secretly calling her a "slut." But somehow, ever since my wish came true last night, all my resentment and anger towards my mother vanished, replaced by a complex mix of affection and lust…

“I know everything Mom did was for my happiness…” I said with emotion, “Besides, this is what I wanted in the first place. Mom indulged my unreasonable demands because she loves me… So, I will still respect and love Mom just the same in the future…”

Mom didn’t seem to hear me. She just stared silently at the red wine swirling in her glass, a bitter expression on her lips. She said sadly, “Xiaobing, you didn’t… you had a one-night stand with Mom, did you? Once your curiosity is satisfied and you get tired of it, you’ll gradually get tired of Mom. If that happens, how will I get along with you in the future…” She choked up at this point, and tears streamed down her face.

I was at a loss, and besides repeatedly promising, "No, Mom, I absolutely won't," I didn't know what else to say... I then realized that Mom, like other girls, needed a man to comfort her, but unfortunately, I was practically an amateur in this area... Thankfully,

Mom only sobbed twice before regaining her composure, probably afraid of attracting the attention of the surrounding customers. She quickly wiped away her tears with a tissue and forced a smile, saying, "I'm sorry, Xiaobing! Mom lost her temper just now, and what I said must have made you feel bad! Sigh, just take it as it is, don't take it to heart..."

I nodded meekly, and to distract her, I quickly told her many witty remarks to cheer her up. Under my deliberate teasing, Mom's mood quickly improved, as if she had forgotten her earlier unpleasantness, and she chatted with me with great interest, occasionally letting out a soft giggle.

After dinner, the sky became somewhat gloomy, and dark clouds slowly gathered overhead. We realized it was about to rain, so we hurried home along the same route. All the way home, my arms were wrapped around my mother's slender waist, completely oblivious to the strange looks from passersby. To them, it was strange that such a tall, beautiful woman like my mother was being held by such a small, thin child like me.

Their affectionate gestures seemed unusual for family members; it was truly an extraordinary and bizarre thing! As we neared home, my mother slowed her pace, tilting her head back thoughtfully, lost in thought.

I was about to ask her something, feeling uneasy, when she suddenly spoke up, her voice pleading, "Xiaobing, Mom doesn't dare ask for too much, I just hope you can stay with me for ten years... um, don't find a girlfriend for ten years, okay?"

A weight lifted from my heart, and I exclaimed, "Ten years? I'll never find a girlfriend in my life, I'll stay by Mom's side for my whole life!"

Mom was taken aback, a look of shock on her face. Suddenly, she wrapped her arms around me, kissing my cheeks repeatedly, murmuring, "Thank you, my good son... It's okay if you're lying to Mom for having this thought..."

"How could I lie to you!" I hugged her delicate body back, swearing, "No matter what happens in the future, I will never leave Mom, absolutely not!"

She cried again, "Really?"

"Really!" I said firmly.

Mom smiled through her tears, her soft lips covering mine. I responded passionately, our bodies pressed tightly together, feeling this dreamlike reality...

We only separated when someone passed by. Understanding each other perfectly, we didn't say another word and rushed home. As soon as we entered, my mother and I couldn't help but embrace again, our lips and tongues locked in a passionate, intertwined kiss, unwilling to part.

We kissed passionately while undressing each other, slowly making our way to the inner room… coats, dresses, trousers, stockings, skirts, and underwear, piece by piece, were stripped off, scattering across the hallway…

“Oh, why aren't you… going in?” My mother, almost breathless from my kisses, weakly raised her hand and pointed to my room.

“It's alright, let's go to yours!” I chuckled softly, leading my mother into her bedroom—today I was going to possess her on my father's bed, only then could I truly experience the thrill of conquest and the triumphant joy of finally winning a battle!

On the large bed where my parents usually shared a pillow, my mother offered her flawless white body, responding to me with an even more ingratiating posture, frantically engaging in intercourse with me. Just as I ejaculated my hot, thick semen into her womb without spilling a single drop, a deafening clap of thunder suddenly resounded from the sky, and a torrential downpour of rain the size of soybeans began to fall with a "pitter-patter" sound! In that instant, I glanced up unintentionally and noticed that in the wedding portrait of my parents hanging on the wall, my father's eyes were faintly glistening with tears...

(XIV)

With a "thud," my mother's naked, plump arm emerged from under the covers and turned on the bedside lamp, instantly bathing the entire bedroom in warm, orange light. She turned her face, her cheeks flushed with joy, her bright eyes sparkling with happiness. With a touch of shyness and coquettishness, she said, "Good son, hold me!" She buried her face in my chest, her warm body snuggling closer, nestled tightly in my arms.

I smiled and, as she said, embraced my mother. Following our recent habit, I knew that after our intimate moments, my mother would "whisper" to me, hinting that she needed some tender caresses. So, I wrapped one arm around her slender waist, and gently stroked her smooth, supple back with the other.

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

A warm current surged through me, and I tightened my embrace. Before I knew it, my mother and I had been "living together" for a month. During this time, I tried every possible way to develop my mother's mature body, and we tried different positions and sexual acts. Almost every place in the house bears the marks left by our encounters.

Under my guidance, my mother's vigorous libido has been completely ignited. She is deeply infatuated with her son's young and strong penis, like a heroin addict. We have sex at least twice a day to satisfy each other's desires. Even so, whenever I see even a sliver of my mother's exposed skin, I still feel the urge to pounce on her and pin her down.

Morals, taboos, and ethics are all recklessly thrown to the back of my mind. Only now do I truly realize how adorable my mother is when she takes off the mask of "mother" and is revealed as a woman. Almost every time, I derive exhilarating pleasure from her; and she, in turn, displays her ecstatic ecstasy with words of praise and amazement, filling me with masculine pride and confidence…

“Who told you to be both my mother and my woman?” I whispered teasingly, close to her pink earlobe. “In every respect, I have an obligation to make Mom happy…”

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

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

Mom rolled her eyes at me and said reproachfully, "When you were four or five, you still couldn't pee on your own, so Mom had to carry you to the toilet every night in the middle of the night... You've probably forgotten all of that, haven't you?" I said half-jokingly,

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

Mom's expression became awkward, and she stammered, "Xiaobing, do you know why Mom hit you so hard that day? Sigh... Actually..." "Mom wasn't angry with you, I was angry with myself... Actually, back then, when I saw your little penis standing so high, I already had a strange feeling, and my legs involuntarily clamped together... That's why Mom was so angry and so irritable when she punished you, all to stop myself from thinking about it anymore... Xiaobing, are you still blaming Mom?"

I felt a pang of pity and gently comforted her, "No, Mom, I was just joking! It's been so long, who would still dwell on it?"

Mom smiled sweetly, her jade-like hands gently massaging my penis, a look of ecstasy on her face, and said with emotion, "Time really flies, in the blink of an eye, it's developed into such a big thing, and so strong..." My

penis enjoyed her attentive service, and I felt a surge of desire again, feeling my masculine vigor gradually returning. Just as I was about to roll over and press myself against her for another round, she gently slipped out of my embrace, lifted the blanket, and sat up.

"What's wrong?" I asked in surprise. "Oh, it's nothing, I'm just going to the bathroom, I'll be right back." Mom said, kissing my forehead, and prepared to get out of bed, naked.

My heart skipped a beat, and I quickly grabbed her, asking, "Mom, when I was little, did you really hold me while I peed?"

"Of course!" Mom said irritably, "What child in the world isn't raised by their mother with painstaking care of their every need? What, are you trying to deny it?"

I shook my head, saying mischievously, "Quite the opposite! I not only admit it, but I also plan to hold Mom while she peed, as a way of repaying her for raising me!"

Mom's face flushed slightly, and she spat out a "Pah!" and laughed, scolding, "Nonsense! You little brat, how can you say such crazy things!" She shook off my hand and tried to leave. But I wasn't about to give up, so I pounced on her, reached under her legs, and lifted her up in my arms.

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

I said with a grin, "No! My dear mother, tonight your son will properly 'serve' you!" As I spoke, I ran towards the bathroom with a giggle.

Mom panicked immediately, her delicate feet kicking and flailing wildly, pleading, "Xiaobing, you're joking with Mom, right? You don't really mean it... you don't mean it..."

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

Mom was both ashamed and anxious, her fists pounding my chest, her struggles becoming even more violent. But under my forceful insistence, her resistance was futile. She could only watch helplessly as I lifted her delicate body, letting her upper body lean against my shoulder, my hands cupping her firm, round buttocks.

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

I strode over to the toilet, positioned my mother's snow-white bottom above the bowl, and chuckled softly, "Go ahead and poop!"

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

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

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

“Mom, why are you doing this?” I said calmly. “Holding your pee can make you sick! I advise you to just give up now…”

She turned her head away with difficulty and said resentfully, “I don’t know what sins I committed to give birth to such a little devil like you, who’s always making things difficult for me! You… do you want to torture your mother to death?”

I pretended not to hear her and muttered to myself, “What’s wrong? Still can’t pee? Ah… I understand, Mom needs some voice help!” After saying that, I pursed my lips. My lips whistled softly, like "shh, shh," while I gently swayed my mother's bare buttocks, as if soothing a small baby, patiently waiting for her will to break down...

Before long, my mother indeed couldn't control herself anymore. Her body twisted restlessly like a water snake, her toes pointed straight, and the muscles in her thighs trembled hysterically...

Suddenly, a look of despair appeared in her eyes, and she let out a hoarse cry: "Ouch!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Okay then, anyway, I'm all sweaty after all that exercise, so I might as well take a bath!" I said thoughtfully, turned on the shower, filled the bathtub with warm water, and lay down on my back.

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

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

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

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

She hesitated for a moment, then said helplessly, "I really don't know how many strange ideas are still in your head!" She came over and sat on the edge of the bathtub, picked up a bottle of shower gel, poured some into her palm, rubbed her hands together

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’ve heard that many mothers and children bathe together, sharing the same tub, until the child grows up and they separate…” I picked up the shower gel and slowly poured the light green liquid onto my hard penis.

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

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

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

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

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

I couldn't think too much anymore. A tight, enveloping feeling came from inside my mother's body; her downy flesh walls tightly gripped my thick penis. I moved my hips wildly, conquering my paradise with each thrust.

"Oh...oh...son, you're filling me up so much...so full...you're fucking me to death...ouch..." My mother moaned hysterically, her long, slender legs clamping my body behind her. Her voluptuous body floated on the surface, her snow-white breasts heaving like waves, exuding an aura of decadent lust.

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

hot summer vacation ended in the blink of an eye. Today was the first day of the new semester, and I had to pack my schoolbag early and rush off to school.

I was supposed to go home at noon, but that damn head teacher, for some reason, called all the second-year students together for a lecture right on the first day of school. Not only did he take up my precious lunch break, but he also messed up my biological clock.

This time of day is usually when my mom and I make love. My penis should be inside her vagina, not in my own underwear… With my boundless energy left unreleased, I was listless for several afternoon classes, just wishing school would end soon. Finally, the bell rang, and I perked up, grabbed my bag, and rushed out of the classroom, wishing I could sprout wings and fly home.

When I got to my door, I stopped to catch my breath, took out my key, and opened the door. The first thing I smelled was the aroma of food. Looking up, I saw my mom setting the table, laden with a sumptuous feast, and a bottle of champagne.

A warm current flowed through my heart, filled with a feeling of warmth and happiness. Without saying a word, I rushed over, hugged my mother, and planted a kiss on her cheek, laughing as I said, "Mom, I haven't seen you all day, did you miss me?" Before she could answer, my hands instinctively slipped inside her neckline and caressed her breasts.

Unexpectedly, my mother didn't show her usual alluring demeanor; instead, she seemed flustered and whispered, "Son, don't be silly..."

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

Before I could finish speaking, my mother suddenly pulled her hands away from mine and nervously gave me several meaningful glances. Then, a familiar baritone voice rang out behind me, chuckling, "Xiaobing... is Xiaobing home?" 10-09

(Fifteen)

I was struck dumb, as if by lightning—it was my father! It was the voice of my father that I hadn't heard in so long! God, am I having a nightmare? Composing myself, I slowly turned around and saw my father walking out of the living room.

Six months had passed, but he still looked as dashing as ever, his hair slicked back, exuding the air of a refined gentleman. He walked over to me, looked me up and down, his face full of satisfaction. "Good son, you've grown taller and stronger! Compared to before, you're more like a man now, haha..."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

My mother's body trembled slightly, and she hurriedly clamped her legs together to stop my intrusion, but it was too late. My fingers moved along her buttocks to that hot garden, gently stroking the long, warm crevice in the middle. I didn't rush in; instead, I expertly circled around the entrance, my thumb finding the small, bean-sized lump at the tip, and skillfully poking and prodding it.

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

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

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

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

"Oh, it's nothing, just a mosquito bite!" Mom calmly lied, quickly changing the subject. Meanwhile, her hips were shifting restlessly, as if anticipating something. I quickly adjusted my position and, seizing the opportunity, inserted my second finger into her vagina! I

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Xiaobing, what are you doing?" Mom was terrified, struggling against my chest with both hands, her voice filled with panic. "Don't...don't...I don't want to today..."

I ignored her, roughly pulling open her clothes and pulling her full, white breasts out of her bra. I brought my mouth to her left nipple and sucked on it, licking and hardening it with my tongue...

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

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

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

Although she spoke fiercely, her voice was extremely low, completely a show of bravado masking inner weakness. I straightened up and said nonchalantly, "If you want to make things out of control, then go ahead and yell!" I used my knee to spread her legs, my penis pressing against her hairy mound.

"No!" My mother shook her head desperately, her buttocks shaking violently, trying to shake off the penis pressing against her, but her weak strength not only did not help, but also further aroused my hidden animalistic desires.

"Enjoy your son's cock!" I grinned maliciously, thrusting my hips forward, my thick penis forcefully parting her tightly closed labia and struggling to squeeze into her still somewhat dry vagina...

"Ugh..." My mother's beautiful face contorted, two lines of tears seeping from the corners of her eyes. She opened her small mouth and bit down hard on my shoulder, biting so hard that I felt as if she were tearing flesh off me.

"How... how could she do this to me..." The excruciating pain completely transformed me from a human into a beast, my lower body moving wildly, thrusting into her tender flesh without any mercy. At this moment, the pleasure between a man and a woman had vanished; only one thought swirled in my mind: possession, possession, and more possession...

"Huff... huff..." Even and steady snoring came from the bedroom next door. My father slept soundly, carefree, completely unaware of the tragic scene of mother and son committing adultery unfolding outside. My mother and I were both afraid of waking him, so we did everything in silence, both of us trying our best to control ourselves and not make a sound.

Time passed slowly, and I suddenly realized that my mother, who had been struggling so fiercely, had somehow given up resisting and become quite cooperative! Her arms were around my neck, her legs were wrapped around my waist, and even her vagina had regained the lubrication it used to have during sex, making it very easy for my penis to enter and exit. I reached down and touched it; a wet, sticky fluid was dripping from our point of contact, flowing down my legs and onto the floor.

"Mom, do you still dare to say you don't want it?" I whispered, holding my finger to her face, "Your body is clearly aroused... Look, this is the proof..." My mother was speechless, tears welling up in her eyes as she turned her face away in shame, biting her lip and remaining silent.

"What? Still won't admit it? Fine, let Mom try something even more amazing!" I frowned, reached out and spread her buttocks wider, my ring finger slipping into her cleft and slowly pressing against her anus.

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

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

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

"Okay, then remember!" I said, each word distinct, "Mom's body belongs to me, every single inch of it belongs to me! No other man is allowed to touch it—not even Dad!" Mom sobbed, nodding with shame and humiliation, as if she had completely collapsed.

In that instant, her weakness as a woman was laid bare, all traces of maternal dignity and authority gone. I smiled triumphantly, riding her body with the victorious air of a conqueror, seemingly never tiring, never stopping...

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

Most subtly, a tacit understanding seemed to have formed between us. Every night, when I wanted it, I only needed to give my mother a wink, and she would blush and nod slightly, looking for a suitable opportunity to avoid my father's notice.

Such opportunities were frequent, usually when my father was watching a ball game in the living room or talking on the phone in the study. However, I vaguely sensed that my mother's obedience was less about spoiling her child and more about fear. She seemed to have become somewhat afraid of me, carefully avoiding offending me.

Once, I even noticed that the way she looked at me was exactly the same as the way "Xiao Jing" looked at "Zhi Bin" in my dream! And our sex life no longer seemed as seamless and effortless as before. Although my relentless advances brought my mother to orgasm almost every time, she often seemed incredibly tense during sex. The slightest movement would make her tense up, trembling like a frightened rabbit. What was

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

I was furious, yet I couldn't think of a solution. To be honest, I could break down my mother's defenses and possess her, but I didn't have the courage to challenge my father's authority, which filled me with torment…

I longed for a long-term, open, intimate relationship with my mother, instead of living this clandestine, fearful existence under my father's nose! Father… if only Father would never come back, then Mother would be mine alone…

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

In my past life, it was this slick-haired man who killed me with his own hands, destroying my lifelong happiness! Must I continue to live in his shadow in this life?

No, no! I'm not reconciled, absolutely not… My eyes were bloodshot, and I clenched my fists tightly… That morning, I woke up early, staring at the empty bed, a wave of desolation washing over me.

My mother should still be sleeping next door, curled up in my father's arms, right? Would she still miss those brief but happy times we spent together, like husband and wife? I sighed sadly and listlessly got up to wash. Unexpectedly, as soon as I opened the door, I bumped right into my mother passing by.

"Good morning, Mom." My eyes lit up as I greeted her eagerly. "Why are you up so early today?"

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

"What are you carrying?" I became suspicious.

"N-nothing... just a bag of trash, I'm taking it out to throw it away..." Mom's flustered look made me even more suspicious. Without saying a word, I rushed over and snatched the bag away. When I opened it, my blood froze—a shiny condom was right in front of me! Thick, white semen was slowly oozing from the opening, carrying a foul, disgusting stench!

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

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

"Didn't I tell you you weren't allowed to have sex with Daddy?" I roared angrily. "Mom, did you even take my words to heart?" She lowered her head and said in a voice barely audible, "Xiaobing, he is still your father... It's hard for Mommy to refuse his requests... But Mommy really tried her best..." "

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

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

I stared at her, my face frosty, and said, "Are you willing to admit you were wrong?" She didn't dare meet my gaze and softly murmured, "Yes." I said coldly, "Mom, you tell me yourself, according to the family rules, how should one be punished for making a mistake?"

These were the words she uttered more than five years ago when I tried to forcefully touch her breasts and failed, and she scolded me. I never imagined that today, these words would be brought up again, with the exact same wording and tone! The only difference was that the roles of the punisher and the punished had been reversed!

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

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

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

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

(16)

“Mom, when I was little, every time you punished me, you would hit my buttocks…”

I said thoughtfully, fiddling with her buttocks with my fingers. “I never knew why before, but now I understand… The flesh here is so firm, it hurts when you hit it, but it doesn’t break any bones, so I often suffer, right?”

Mom didn’t answer, but goosebumps rose on her originally smooth buttocks. Seeing this, I suddenly said, "But, if you're going to hit her, why make her take off her pants? Now I understand. When someone is naked and exposed to be hit, besides fear, they also experience intense shame. This way, they will more deeply recognize their mistakes and connect the lesson of shame with the pain of the beating, imprinting it deeply into their brain..."

I paused, then said menacingly, "So, I'm going to spank Mom's bottom today too, so you'll remember this lesson!" As soon as I finished speaking, I raised my right hand and slapped it hard on Mom's buttocks, making a crisp "smack." Her plump, fleshy buttocks trembled, leaving five red finger marks.

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

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

"It's not that easy. I haven't punished you enough yet... you slut, stick your ass up higher..." Tears streamed down my mother's face, her long legs trembling as she stood on tiptoe, humbly trying to raise her buttocks higher.

The posture was both submissive and alluring, like a slutty bitch wagging its tail and begging for mercy. My heart was burning, and I hit her even harder, my palms slapping her two pink buttocks in turn, stronger and more brutal than when she used to hit me, returning to her the physical pain I had suffered with interest...

until my hands were tired, I stopped this incredibly stimulating punishment. By this time, Mom's buttocks were a red, swollen mess, covered with crisscrossing handprints, swaying shamefully, even her small anus twitching in pain.

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

"Okay, Mom, I hit you too hard this time, and you suffered." I remembered that after she used to hit me, she would always offer a few words of comfort in a gentle tone to achieve a "balance of firmness and gentleness," so I learned from her and said kindly, "As long as you promise to be obedient next time and not make the same mistake again, how could your son bear to hit you?" If there were any outsiders standing here at this moment, they would definitely find it both laughable and absurd. The fact that these words, which should have been spoken by the mother, came from the son's mouth felt utterly absurd.

Tears welled in her eyes as she put on her pants, like a child admitting her mistake and promising never to repeat it. Only after I gave her my approval did she limp away. Watching her retreating figure, I felt an indescribable sense of conquest, knowing that from this day forward, my mother would be my slave, and such a beautiful and noble slave at that, obediently submitting to me…

One evening two weeks later, my father went out drinking. I seized the opportunity to slip into my mother's bedroom and told her to undress so I could see her injury.

These past few days, to care for the pain in my mother's buttocks, I had refrained from having sex with her, instead applying medicine and massaging her skin daily. With my careful care, her injury healed day by day, and tonight it was completely healed. Her entire buttocks had regained their delicate smoothness, plump and elastic, making them irresistible to the touch.

"It's so good, Mom, your buttocks are so cute again!" I teased her with a smile.

Mom rolled her eyes at me, saying resentfully, "Xiaobing, you're too cruel, torturing me like this. For two whole weeks, even sitting on the softest sofa hurt like hell..."

"I'm sorry, I was too impulsive that day!" I said apologetically. "Actually, hitting Mom hurt me too... Now let me apologize with my actions..." As I spoke, I reached out and grasped her peach-like buttocks, kneading them from both sides towards the center, squeezing the flesh together, then gently probing the cleft with my middle finger.

Mom enjoyed it, swaying her ample buttocks from side to side, a look of ecstasy on her face. In no time, slippery, lustful fluid overflowed from her cleft, slowly flowing onto the sheets.

"So soon?" I was a little surprised, but then I understood and said with a grin, "Mom, it's been more than ten days since you've tasted meat, hasn't it been hard?"

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

"Then open your legs, your son will come to offer you his respect..."

With a "plop," the thick penis plunged into the eagerly awaiting honeyed hole. Mom screamed with pleasure, her two fair and rounded legs straight up, her ten toes curled together, and her ankles taut. I took the opportunity to lift her legs onto my shoulders and thrust my hips forcefully, my penis moving back and forth along the slippery crevice, launching a fierce attack right from the start.

"Oh...no...um...don't stop...son...oh..."

Perhaps because it had been a long time since I'd done it, Mom got into the mood much faster this time than before. Her hands flailed involuntarily, as if trying to embrace me, but unable to reach me. She clutched the sheet, rubbing her body against it in discomfort, letting out seductive moans, "Little Soldier...mmm...come closer...Little Soldier...oh...why...why don't you touch me..."

I immediately freed one hand, grasping her high, firm breasts and kneading them wantonly, whispering, "Mommy, is this how it is? Do you like me touching you like this?"

"Yes...oh...I like it...ah...it feels so good when you touch Mommy..." She threw aside the sheet, pressing her palm against the back of my hand, wanting me to squeeze her breasts even tighter...

I was extremely satisfied, reaching out to lift my mother, letting her straddle me, her legs wrapped around my waist. Mother and son embraced face-to-face in a lotus position, passionately engaging in intercourse…

“Ah…oh…God…faster…faster…ah ah…Mommy…I can’t take it anymore…ah…” Hearing my mother’s frantic, hysterical cries, my own pent-up desire surged. I gripped her shoulders tightly, my chest pressed against her breasts, savoring the passion emanating from her entire being…

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

My heart skipped a beat, a chill running down my spine. I instinctively turned around, and my blood seemed to freeze; my hands and feet turned ice-cold! The bedroom door had opened sometime earlier, and Dad stood there, staring at us with eyes full of shock and disbelief.

The bedroom was eerily quiet; there was no wind, no breathing, not even the sound of a heartbeat. Only the mechanical, monotonous ticking of the clock on the wall vibrated in our ears.

After a long pause, Dad's body trembled. He looked at me, then at Mom, his facial muscles twitching horribly, and he forced out a few words: "You...you...you..."

My mind went blank; I was completely incapable of thinking or acting. I could only feel my penis, inserted into Mom's vagina, slowly shrinking...

"Husband, you...you'll hear me explain..." Mom pleaded in a trembling voice, her pretty face deathly pale, her whole body shaking. Clearly, this scene was unexpected, and she, like me, was completely flustered.

"Pah, what's there to explain?" Dad clenched his fists and approached us step by step. His eyes were bloodshot, and he was furious, like a wounded lion. He roared, "My eyes aren't blind! I saw clearly what you two, mother and son, did... I never expected this, I really never expected this..." His voice choked with emotion. "I worked so hard to earn money to support my family, to give my wife and son a comfortable life... But what was the result? It turns out I raised such a virtuous wife, such a filial son..."

The mother lowered her head in shame, tears welling in her eyes. Her lips moved as if she wanted to say something, but she couldn't utter a single word, only shaking her head repeatedly, looking extremely pained.

"...I really can't believe that you two... shameless scoundrels, would repay me in this way..."

With a gritted-teeth curse, the father walked to the bedside, standing very close to us, a pungent smell of alcohol emanating from him. I stared up at him, tense and terrified. Before I could react, my mother suddenly burst into tears, pushed me away, jumped off the bed, and knelt down naked at my father's feet.

"It's all my fault..." she sobbed, "I was shameless, I seduced our son! You... you can hit me, you can punish me, I'll accept it, but don't make things difficult for Xiaobing..."

"Of course I'll hit you, do you think you can escape?" My father's eyes blazed with fury, his eyebrows raised, and he grabbed my mother's hair, pulled her up, and slapped her hard.

My heart skipped a beat, and I felt a sharp pain, as if the slap had landed on me. But my father showed no mercy, fueled by alcohol, slapping me repeatedly, each blow heavy and vicious. In no time, Mom's cheeks were swollen high, and the handprints that had disappeared from her buttocks reappeared on her face.

"I'll beat you to death... I'll beat you to death, you slut..." Dad roared hoarsely, as if he would never tire. Later, he simply used both fists and feet, viciously punching and kicking Mom's frail body, completely ignoring her pitiful cries, as if he wouldn't be satisfied until he had killed her...

Tears also flowed down my face, and the fear in my heart gradually subsided. Suddenly, a deep hatred and resentment arose towards the man in front of me. I suddenly shouted, "Stop!" and jumped up, unexpectedly ramming my head into Dad's stomach. Caught off guard, he staggered and almost fell to the ground.

I reached out to help my mother up, crying and shouting, "What kind of man hits a woman? If you want to hit someone, hit me instead... It was me, it was me who raped Mom first, and she was forced to submit to me... Come on, hit me, hit me..."

Before I could finish, my mother covered my mouth, saying in horror, "Xiaobing, are you crazy? What nonsense are you talking about? You can't say things like that..." I steeled myself, pulled my mother's hand away, mustered my courage, stared at my father, and said loudly, "What right do you have to criticize Mom and me? All you do is drink and socialize all day long, leaving us all alone at home. Have you ever fulfilled your responsibilities as a father? Have you ever considered Mom's emptiness and loneliness? She's only thirty-eight years old, but what's the difference between these past six months and living like a widow?" Hearing me say such disobedient words, my mother was anxious and scared, begging me to shut up.

My father's face turned ashen with anger, his teeth grinding together, his knuckles white from clenching them. But I was determined to go for it. Though my voice trembled, I forced myself to continue: "...Dad, since you can't be a good husband, let me, your son, take your place...Mom will be much happier with you than with Mom! Didn't you see how much pleasure I made her feel just now...?"

"You little brat, you...you've gone too far..." Dad roared, panting heavily, as if he might pounce like a wolf at any moment. I was on high alert, ready to fight to the death, determined to protect Mom from further beatings. Unexpectedly, Dad suddenly turned around and staggered out, leaving us in the room.

"What's going on?" I asked, bewildered, but without thinking much, I picked up Mom's robe and draped it over her naked body, then dressed myself and walked out of the bedroom, still confused.

My mother followed behind me, her face streaked with tears, and whispered, "Oh! Child, you...you've gotten yourself into trouble..."

I forced myself to remain calm and comforted her, "What are you afraid of? I've wanted to say those things to him for a long time..." Before I could finish speaking, rapid footsteps sounded, and my father strode into the living room, a gleaming knife in his hand, roaring, "You little bastard, you come here..."

My head throbbed, cold sweat seeped from my pores, and staring at the blindingly bright blade, I felt a pang of regret... My father was clearly drunk tonight; perhaps I shouldn't have provoked such an intoxicated man so much...

Just then, Mom suddenly lunged forward and grabbed Dad's waist, shouting frantically, "Xiaobing, run! Run!" I snapped out of my daze and, before Mom could shout a second time, I took off running past Dad. As soon as I opened the door, I saw him break free of Mom's grasp and roar as he chased after me.

My scalp tingled, and without further hesitation, I fled down the stairs like lightning. All the way, I could hear Dad's roars echoing in my ears, and the hairs on my neck stood on end, as if that dangerous weapon could strike me at any moment. Terrified, I stumbled and fell several times in the dark stairwell, a truly pathetic and disheveled mess.

Having finally escaped to the ground floor, I spotted a security guard patrolling nearby. I rushed towards him like a savior, yelling, "Help! Help!"

The guard turned around, took a few steps towards me, and asked, "What is it?"

"My dad...he...he's trying to kill me..." I gasped, turning back to see my father behind me, his bloodshot eyes filled with murderous intent, the knife in his hand gleaming coldly.

The guard was startled and quickly drew his baton, shouting, "Put down the knife! Let's talk this out!"

"You...get away!" My father brandished the knife like a madman, looking like a psychopath having an episode. Before the guard's baton could even touch him, he was kicked hard in the groin, flying a considerable distance and unable to get up for a long time.

"I'll kill you...you little brat...I'm going to kill you..." My father didn't even glance at the guard, immediately closing in on me. He seemed to have lost his mind in rage, his facial muscles contorted horribly, his usual gentleness gone, replaced by a beast-like ferocity!

I was terrified, my whole body trembling, my heart pounding in my chest. I wanted to scream, but no sound came out; I wanted to run, but there was a dead end behind me! Before I could take more than a few steps back, my back was pressed against the wall.

"Ah..." A thunderous scream rang out, and without hesitation, my father swung his knife at me. The gleaming blade reflected the moonlight, slicing through the air at point-blank range. At that moment, I felt the breath of death so vividly, a survival instinct surged up, and almost instinctively I dodged to the right, pushing forward...

"Sizzle," a cold, sharp sound came from my left shoulder, and a string of blood splattered out! At the same time, my hands grabbed my father's right wrist, gripping it firmly, temporarily halting his second attack.

Father and son were tearing at each other, kicking and struggling against the wall, fighting with all their might. I knew that as soon as my father's right hand, which was holding the knife, was freed, my life would be over. So no matter how he hit and kicked me, I gritted my teeth and persevered, refusing to let go and trying to take the knife from his hand...

Just then, my mother appeared in our sight. Her clothes were disheveled and her hair was loose as she ran towards us, screaming in terror, "No... Husband, please don't... please don't..." She stumbled to our side, crying loudly, grabbing my father's arm and begging him to stop. But my father, blinded by rage, wouldn't listen to her. He slapped her to the ground and continued his desperate struggle with me…

As time passed, my vision began to blur, I felt a burning pain in my shoulder, and my strength gradually waned. I could only watch helplessly as the gleaming blade slowly approached my neck…

In that critical moment, my mother suddenly lunged forward, grabbing my father's thigh and biting him hard. He cried out in pain, his grip loosened, and the cold blade abruptly reversed, plunging into his chest! The knife went so deep, the entire blade disappearing into my father's body, only the hilt protruding.

I could even clearly feel that the knife had pierced the most vulnerable part of my father's heart, piercing his lungs and internal organs! Time seemed to stand still for a moment. My father slowly lowered his head, staring at the knife hilt in his chest, a look of disbelief and horror on his face. My mother was also staring at him, her lips trembling violently, her pretty face ashen white…

I helplessly let go of her hand and collapsed to the ground, a familiar image suddenly flashing through my mind… the bloody scene that appeared in that eerie, evil dream! The only difference was that the roles were reversed. The sharp knife that killed me was now plunged into my father's chest!

Could it be that "retribution" truly exists in this world? Is there some mysterious force at work, governing the grudges and cycles of cause and effect in human relationships?

"You killed me…you…you two…conspired…to kill me…" With these broken words, blood continued to spill from my father's mouth and nose. He swayed twice, his body collapsing as if his spine had crumbled.

My mother's body trembled; she seemed to want to help my father, but before she could take a step, her delicate body suddenly went limp, and she fainted. I stood there, stunned, not knowing how long I stood there, until the security guard limped over to my side, which brought me back to my senses. Seeing the tragedy before him, he gasped in shock, his voice trembling, "I...I'll call an ambulance...and...call the police..." He turned and ran quickly towards his office.

I composed myself, gazing at my father, who lay weakly pulsating in a pool of blood. He was barely breathing, lying there under the dark night sky, blood gushing from his wounds. He looked so pitiful, so desolate, it was a sight too painful to bear. Strangely, watching this relative who had raised me for seventeen years about to die, I felt no sadness whatsoever, only a surge of exhilarating satisfaction at having avenged myself…

“Dad, this is the last time I’ll call you Dad!” I took two steps forward and said viciously, “Before you die, I want to tell you a secret… Do you know what other identity I have besides being your biological son?”

He didn’t answer, only gasped for breath. It seemed that death was closing in on him, preparing to take his soul away… I said coldly, “On May 8th, 1984, a man died at your hands, and the circumstances of his death were exactly the same as tonight… You probably don’t forget who that man was, do you?” His body trembled violently, his eyes flashing with shock and disbelief. A few seconds later, as if suddenly understanding something, he nodded in realization, a self-deprecating expression appearing on his face, a bitter smile playing on his lips. "

That's right, my past life was Zhibin..." I said, enunciating each word clearly, "the Zhibin who died tragically at your hands, whose fiancée was taken by you for eighteen years! I said back then that I would settle accounts with you someday in the next life... Heaven truly has eyes, allowing me to be reborn as your son, to take my revenge in this unique way!" As I spoke, I chuckled maniacally, pulling my unconscious mother closer, my hand caressing her naked body beneath her nightgown, grinning maliciously as I said, "Let me tell you, the woman who belongs to me will eventually return to my arms!" "In my past life, I couldn't have her, but in this life, she's destined to be mine, and she'll never leave my cock..."

Hearing this, Dad's eyes seemed to spit fire as he glared at me fiercely, struggling on the ground and making strange, beast-like growls. Seeing this, I suddenly felt inexplicably excited. I lifted Mom's nightgown, spreading her legs wide apart, completely exposing her flower-like vulva to Dad's gaze!

"Hey, I'm going to let you taste the pain of being on the verge of death, when your most beloved woman is taken by your enemy... Open your eyes wide and watch carefully! Hahaha..." I was almost hysterical; years of accumulated jealousy and resentment were completely unleashed in this moment. Amidst the maniacal laughter, I bent my index and middle fingers and thrust them into Mom's honeypot, mimicking the thrusting motion of a penis, moving in and out of her vagina.

“Look… how much pleasure Mom is getting… look, her cunt is even contracting on its own… wow, it’s so tight… it’s almost breaking my fingers…” I mocked her as I quickened my pace. Mom, seemingly aware of what was happening, began to moan softly, her white buttocks unconsciously writhing in response to my fingers, her vagina quickly becoming incredibly wet…

As streams of hot, sticky fluid gushed from between my fingers, Dad suddenly roared, miraculously managing to sit up as if in a final burst of energy, his voice hoarse and piercing as he cried out, “You… you will get your comeuppance!” With that, his body went limp, his head lolling to the side, and he breathed his last.

I crouched down to examine his face closely. I noticed his eyes were wide open, he died with his eyes still open! In those dead-fish-like gray eyes, there was a deep-seated resentment, unwillingness, ferocity, and venom, as if all hatred had been poured into that final glance before death!

A chill ran through me, and I turned my face away, unable to look any longer. Silently, I gazed up at the pale, desolate moonlight, standing quietly in the darkness, waiting for the sirens of the police cars to arrive… Just as I had predicted, the police investigation into this murder case lasted only a few days.

My mother and I were both deemed to have acted in self-defense and were released without charge. No wonder, all the evidence was too favorable to me… My father had pulled out the murder weapon himself, and there were no fingerprints on it; moreover, the security guard testified that my father had chased after me, who was unarmed, with a knife, and had even injured him… All of this convinced the police that the incident was indeed a “tragic accident.”

The only thing that surprised the police was why my seemingly refined and respectable father would suddenly become so violent, not even sparing his own son. To this, I feigned sadness and explained with deep remorse that my recent exam results had been terrible, and that I had argued with him that night, which had angered him and led to this tragedy…

Although I spoke these words with tears streaming down my face and with great emotion, I was incredibly nervous inside. If the police discovered the truth behind the case—that incest between mother and son had caused my father to lose his temper—then even if my mother and I escaped legal punishment, we would face a moral and public disaster, and might never be able to hold our heads high again.

Fortunately, the police officers didn't suspect anything. After investigating, they found that my father had formally submitted his resignation to his company that afternoon and then went to a bar with some colleagues. When he returned home, he was already half-drunk. Therefore, they believed that alcohol was the culprit that greatly reduced my father's self-control, causing what was originally a trivial matter to spiral out of control and escalate into a horrific bloodshed…

Hearing the police's conclusion, I breathed a sigh of relief, finally putting down a huge weight on my heart. The truth of this case will forever remain buried deep in my mother's and my hearts, a secret known to no one else!

However, to my utter surprise, although the case was closed, news of it spread like wildfire, becoming the talk of the town. Almost overnight, my mother and I became local celebrities. Every time we went out, we could feel people pointing and whispering about us, whether openly or secretly.

To make matters worse, the news spread to my school as well. Teachers and classmates alike began to look at me strangely. My close friends gradually distanced themselves from me, and younger students even avoided me altogether…

I quickly experienced the taste of complete isolation… As for my mother, her situation was also quite dire. My father's death was like a persistent nightmare, dealing her a tremendous blow.

For many days in a row, she sat in her bedroom, her brow furrowed, lost in thought, her eyes brimming with tears. Her heartbroken, fragile, and helpless appearance naturally evoked the urge to hold her close and cherish her.

It wasn't until more than half a month later that my mother emerged from the shadow of grief and regret. Outwardly, she was noticeably thinner than before, her face pale, and her features somewhat haggard. However, this did not diminish her beauty; on the contrary, it made her even more attractive, exuding a poignant and pitiful charm.

But after my mother started working, the troubles she encountered were no less than mine. Wherever she went, colleagues would stop her, bombarding her with questions. Some were genuinely trying to comfort her out of sympathy, but others…

especially those female colleagues who were jealous of her talent and looks… clearly wore expressions of schadenfreude, standing aside whispering and making sarcastic remarks…

All of this left my mother overwhelmed and miserable, yet powerless to stop it… Just when my mother and I were at our wits' end and almost on the verge of collapse, one morning, our fate suddenly took a turn for the better!

It was a Saturday morning when a slightly overweight, well-mannered foreign man, accompanied by a translator, came to our house. He introduced himself as an employee of a New York law firm, saying he wanted to discuss an inheritance matter.

"An inheritance?" My mother and I exchanged a glance, simultaneously remembering that my father had mentioned Uncle Zhi, who lived in New York, had left a will bequeathing all his property to him before his death. However, due to the recent events, we had completely forgotten about it!

"Yes, there are movable and immovable properties worth approximately twenty million US dollars, originally left to your husband!" the foreign man shrugged. "It's a real shame he passed away... Now, only you, as his relatives, can inherit this fortune..."

My eyes lit up instantly, and I was so excited I didn't know what to do... Money! With this huge sum of money, I could take my mother and run away, escaping these utterly boring people...

"...Please read these documents carefully, line by line. Our firm will provide the most comprehensive service..."

I interrupted him, saying loudly, "If I entrust your firm with my immigration, the price is negotiable. Can you process it in the shortest possible time?"

The foreign man hesitated for a moment, then a smile appeared on his fair face. He said solicitously, "We are happy to serve you!"

The sun was about to set, and several magnificent sunset clouds hung across the sky. The setting sun cast its golden rays upon the quiet country lane and the exotic, castle-like villa, bathing everything in a soft, golden hue.

With a creak, a brand-new BMW pulled up in front of the villa.

Escorted by two burly bodyguards, I stepped out of the car with a confident air and strode confidently through the two newly opened iron gates. Crossing the meticulously manicured lawn, I arrived at the magnificent villa's hall. A dozen or so servants, all dressed in uniform, surrounded me, humbly greeting me and diligently helping me undress and remove my boots.

After changing into comfortable loungewear, I gestured for the servants to go about their business and not follow me anymore. Once they had dispersed, I climbed the oval staircase and quickly reached the top floor. Quietly, I pushed open the door and stepped into an extremely luxurious and expansive bedroom.

The bedroom was furnished with the most expensive furniture, a pure wool red carpet covered the floor, and the walls were adorned with calligraphy and paintings by famous artists. If the colorful chandeliers hanging overhead were all lit, this bedroom would almost rival a presidential suite!

However, at this moment, the chandeliers were off, making the bedroom somewhat dark. Only a few rays of sunlight streamed in from near the window, illuminating the lonely figure of a middle-aged woman in the corner. She wore a loose, sleeveless, round-neck pullover, her long, black hair cascading loosely down her back, her delicate bare feet on the floor, exuding an indescribable languid charm. She didn't notice my arrival, only staring blankly at the setting sun, a forlorn expression on her unadorned face.

I coughed, and the woman immediately turned around, her eyes gleaming with ecstatic joy. She cried out excitedly, "Xiaobing, my darling! You...you're finally back!"

I smiled and said, "Yes, Mom! I'm sorry I'm a little late today, I've kept you waiting!" She suddenly burst into tears, stumbling towards me. Her large breasts heaved violently beneath her clothes, almost popping out of her neckline. Before I could get a good look, she was in front of me, opening her arms and pulling me into a tight embrace, as if afraid I might disappear.

"Why are you crying again? Didn't we just part this morning?" I gently comforted her, tenderly wiping away the tears from the corners of her eyes, knowing full well what she was doing for the past ten hours. Did you miss me?

"Yes! Yes! Mom thinks about you every single moment... I miss you so much..." Mom murmured incoherently, her soft lips repeatedly kissing my cheeks, covering my eyebrows, eyes, and nose with kisses, finally sealing my lips with a long, passionate kiss... After

a while, Mom reluctantly parted her lips, ending the passionate kiss. She sighed contentedly, leaning silently against me, gazing up at me with adoration, her chest rising and falling slightly.

From my angle, I could clearly see that Mom, as I had instructed, wasn't wearing any bra under her round-neck blouse; her entire chest was almost completely visible. Two round, full, snow-white breasts were impossible to conceal, trembling like ripe peaches, as if beckoning me to pluck and taste them, even the brown areolas were faintly visible.

I reached out and unceremoniously slipped my hand under my mother's open armpit, grasping and kneading her beautiful breasts, chuckling softly, "Really miss me that much? Hehe, then tell me quickly, where do you miss me the most?"

My mother's cheeks flushed instantly, her warm body began to heat up, and her small, delicate nipples hardened between my fingers. She breathed heavily, as if all her strength had left her, and murmured with a flushed face, "Of course, it's... in my heart..."

"What? Not somewhere else?" I smiled maliciously, and with my other hand lifted her skirt. The skirt was ridiculously short, almost without a back. My palm pressed directly onto her firm buttocks, brazenly caressing the delicate, soft flesh.

"Ah..." Mom trembled twice, letting out an uncontrollable moan, her face turning even redder. Before I could even insert my finger into her vagina, a warm, sticky nectar seeped out, slowly flowing into my palm...

Through my efforts over this period, Mom's body had been trained to be quite sensitive. Now, as soon as I touched her skin, her overflowing juices would uncontrollably gush from her vulva.

"Is it really me you miss the most? Or is it something else?" I tightened my grip, a mischievous smile playing on my lips, repeating the question with a sly grin. "Tell me the truth, or I'll come back even later tomorrow night... hey, or maybe I won't come back at all..."

"No... please..." My mother's expression turned terrified. She clung tightly to my waist, trembling and sobbing. "Xiaobing, you're my only family... please... please... please don't abandon me..." She pleaded tearfully, pressing her full breasts against my body in a pleading manner...

Once upon a time, these breasts, which she wouldn't even let me glance at before, had become a tool my mother frequently used to win my favor and please me with her beauty.

"So, are you still going to tell the truth?" I snorted, my tone full of threat.

Mom bit her lip, then suddenly seemed to completely break down, crying out desperately, "I...I told you...bad son...Mommy's...pussy wants you the most...oh...Mommy is a shameless woman...my whole body is thinking about you...I'm going crazy thinking about you..."

I was extremely pleased, showing a victor's smile, and continued to tease her, "I understand, Mommy is really shameless...now tell me, why are you wet down there?" Her face was flushed, and she looked at me with a confused and infatuated expression, whispering, "Just thinking about...my son's penis going to go inside makes Mommy's pussy wet..."

Hearing such lewd words coming from my own mother's mouth, my lust surged, and I quickly stripped off her clothes, panting and shouting, "You are a shameless mother...I am a shameless son...we are the perfect match, we are a destined couple..." Before she finished speaking, Mommy had already pounced at my feet, kneeling on the ground, and impatiently reached out to unzip my pants.

My engorged penis sprang out, pointing like a spear. She let out a soft, pleasurable gasp, pressed her face against my crotch, opened her small mouth, and took the tip of my penis into her mouth, then began to suck and swallow with all her might. I felt an overwhelming sense of pleasure, enjoying the oral service my mother was providing, and a feeling of indescribable pride welled up inside me.

I knew I had finally won this woman! Yes, from the moment I set foot on American soil, she belonged to me completely, and she had said goodbye to her past life. Those heartbreaking memories were now as distant as the motherland across the ocean!

Although we had only been new immigrants to America for a short six months, our lives had undergone a complete transformation. An enormous inheritance that we could never spend in several lifetimes propelled us into the enviable ranks of the wealthy from the moment we arrived. Living in a magnificent villa, enjoying the attentive service of servants, and being chauffeured around—scenes I'd only ever seen on television suddenly became a living reality!

No longer needing to worry about earning a living, I naturally lost interest in studying and working. My daily task was to spend money lavishly, indulging in eating, drinking, and entertainment. My mother initially tried to dissuade me, but she gradually grew accustomed to this luxurious lifestyle and fell silent. However, because she didn't understand English, she couldn't integrate into the local high society or make any close friends. Therefore, she spent most of her time in the villa, lost in thought, like a medieval European noblewoman, never lacking food or drink, yet idly passing her days in loneliness and boredom.

In this situation, I became my mother's only source of comfort, both physically and emotionally. She often begged me to stay home and talk to her, to stop her from constantly going out socializing and traveling. Several maids told me that every morning after I left home, my mother would become melancholy, a faint sadness lingering in her eyes and brows, as if she had lost her anchor and was adrift. But as soon as I returned home, she would beam with joy, as if she had come alive again, almost completely accommodating me. Her submissive and docile attitude was no different from a young wife serving her husband. What

was even more exciting was that my mother had become more decadent and unrestrained in her sexuality. Since my father's death, her lust seemed to have intensified, and her dependence on me had reached an unprecedented level, even bordering on pathological.

I had a vague feeling that my mother was using continuous sexual intercourse to numb herself, in order to forget the unbearable past as quickly as possible. Whenever she thought of the horrific scene before my father's death, she would become tense and afraid, and fall into a state of inexplicable anxiety. The only solution at that point was to insert my penis into her body; only then could she feel fulfilled and secure, and gradually calm down. Besides that, my mother was particularly against me having other girlfriends.

Since becoming a young millionaire, countless girls had thrown themselves at me. Once, when I brought a newly acquainted blonde woman home, a hint of hostility flashed in my mother's eyes. She silently walked to a corner of the living room, sat down, and remained silent with her head down…

"Do you think your mother is getting old and wants to abandon me for someone else?" After the woman left, my mother questioned me with jealousy, and cried sadly. I had to swear oaths and vows again and again until I coaxed her into a smile through her tears, and then proved my loyalty with passionate lovemaking.

Since then, my mother has paid more attention to her appearance and figure. She would set aside time every day to have the best beautician come to her home to maintain her skin, and to do a lot of exercise at the gym.

Now she has the charm of a mature woman and maintains a perfect, curvaceous figure. Occasionally, when she takes my hand and we go out together, no one would believe that this seemingly noble and beautiful woman is actually my biological mother who is almost twice my age! Thinking of this, a smile involuntarily appeared on my lips...
10-09
(Seventeen)

From my past life to now, it has been a full eighteen years! I have finally gotten my wish and completely have my mother... I no longer have to sneak around and live in fear, and I can openly do what I want to do. Every night, I would hold her close until dawn, like a real married couple… Recalling those past moments, and looking at my mother now, it felt like a lifetime ago.

Just a year ago, she was a high and mighty “mother,” her body a symbol of maternal dignity, which I would never violate. But now she was naked, kneeling at my feet, like a female dog, her bare, round buttocks raised lowly, diligently sucking on her own son’s thick penis…

The sky grew darker, and the scene in the bedroom became blurry, making it difficult to see anything clearly. Only the mirror, taller than a person, on the closet still reflected a glimmer of light. Inside stood a lewd-looking man, grinning smugly. A middle-aged woman knelt on the floor, passionately performing oral sex on him.

Her full, mature body lay naked, her face radiating a holy glow, yet her expression was utterly wanton… I shuddered. How familiar this scene was! I would never forget it… Wasn't this the very scene I saw in my dream when I first met Zhibin?

“You'll know later, Mom isn't as unapproachable as you think. With a little cunning, anyone can bring back her lewd nature…” His words echoed in my ears, each word so clear. Looking closer, how much I resembled Zhibin in the mirror, from expression to posture—a carbon copy of him twenty years younger!

I stared, my heart churning like a stormy sea, indescribable torrents accumulating and colliding in my chest, suddenly bursting into a beast-like roar: “Ugh…” Mom jumped in fright, her lips trembling, and his penis slipped from her mouth. She looked at me in surprise, asking blankly, "What's wrong?

You..." Before she could finish, I suddenly picked her up and strode to the mirror, setting her down. Then, I grabbed one of her legs, lifted it above her head, thrust my hips forward, and without a word, plunged my penis into her wet, slippery vagina!

"Oh..." Mom let out a heart-stopping scream, her face a picture of extreme pleasure.

She was left with only one leg supporting her body, forced to stand on tiptoe to maintain our position. But this only made our genitals fit together even tighter, interlocking perfectly.

"Mom...you slut...I'm going to fuck you to death...fuck you to death..." I screamed through gritted teeth, desperately gripping her full, white breasts, kneading those soft mounds of flesh with abandon. My hips pounded wildly like a pile driver, crashing against her tender buttocks, each thrust reaching the deepest part of her burning vagina.

"Yes, fuck me to death... fuck me to death... ahh... Mom can't live without you anymore..." Her desperate cries came from the depths of her heart, a frantic outburst of incoherent words, "Son... Mom wants your big cock... to be inside me every day... to be inside me every second... God... you've got me hooked... I'm completely captivated by you..."

I became even more excited, the thrill of conquest surging through my limbs. Suddenly, I grabbed my mother's chin, forcing her to turn her head to look at the mirror behind her, hurling insults at her: "Look for yourself... you... this slutty mother... see how you're being fucked... by your own son's big cock... fucked hard..."

My mother struggled to open her eyes, her face flushed as she stared at her reflection in the mirror, seemingly shocked by the lewd scene she saw. In the mirror, her buttocks were spread apart, and a thick, shiny black penis was thrusting in and out between her deep cleft. Every time it is pulled out, foamy juice gushes out, flows down the penis, and disappears into the thick pubic hair.

"Ah...big cock...big cock all the way in...so filthy..." she cried out in a daze, her long, black hair swaying wildly, her body trembling violently, her two round breasts bouncing up and down, looking incredibly alluring. "Oh...come on...faster...Mommy wants her son's cock...fuck me faster...it feels so good..."

After what seemed like an eternity, I finally couldn't hold back any longer, realizing I was at my breaking point, and I yelled at the top of my lungs, "I'm going to cum...Mommy...I'm going to cum...God...I'm going to...cum inside Mommy's womb again..."

"Cum inside...good son..." Mommy was also about to reach her peak, anxiously twisting her plump hips to meet my invasion, her hot, fleshy hole tightly gripping my penis, her cries even more obscene, "Cum all inside...ah...Mommy wants to...have a child for you...ah...have a child as obedient as Xiaobing..."

I was stunned, almost unable to believe my ears, and asked repeatedly, "Really? Mommy, you...want to have a child for me? Have...our child?"

"Oh...I'm going to climax...Ah...I can't take it anymore..." Mom seemed to have forgotten what she had just said, only immersed in unrestrained lust, shouting wildly, her cheeks flushed, enjoying the intense pleasure of our intercourse...

I gritted my teeth and suddenly released my semen. Hot, thick semen shot out, filling her uterus to the brim, injecting the hope of new life into it...

Not long after, one day, while Mom was eating lunch, she suddenly threw down her chopsticks with a strange expression and began to vomit. I quickly patted her back gently and softly asked if she was feeling unwell. Mom didn't answer, her brows furrowed, her expression seemingly very distressed, but she couldn't vomit anything, only some clear water. I was stunned, and suddenly understood, asking with mixed feelings of surprise and joy, "Mom, are you...are you pregnant?" A faint blush rose on her pale face, and she nodded shyly.

I was overjoyed, jumping around on the floor, repeatedly asking, "How many months? Tell me, how many months?" My mother blushed, and said awkwardly in a low voice, "It should be... when you said you wanted a child... that time..."

A surge of warmth welled up inside me, filled with gratitude for my mother. Because I don't like using condoms during sex, my mother had always been the sole provider of contraception; I never had to worry about it.

Regarding what she said during that time, I had initially thought it was just her ramblings during sex, and that she wouldn't do something so absurd once she was sober, so I hadn't brought it up again. I never expected to receive such wonderful news today!

"I'm going to be a dad... Mom, I'm going to be a dad too..." I was ecstatic, feeling an indescribable pride and joy...

Since my mother was willing to get pregnant and give birth to my child, it meant that she truly saw me as a "man" to rely on for life, not just the child who used to snuggle in her arms. She had made up her mind to abandon everything from the past and start a new family with me, to spend the rest of our lives together...

Time flies, and Mom's belly grew bigger day by day. She changed into maternity clothes, and her beautiful face radiated a happy maternal smile. She often sat quietly in the sunlight, gently touching her increasingly round belly, her eyes glistening with a hazy light, as if recalling the first time she was pregnant with me, or perhaps anticipating the joy the birth of her second child would bring…

Like all pregnant women, Mom sometimes felt anxious and uncertain. She hesitated more than once about whether to give birth to the child. Sometimes she even cried and told me that this child shouldn't have come into the world, that he (or she) was an illegitimate offspring of incest, and that he (or she) might be born deformed. I had to use all sorts of sweet words to coax her, promising to use the most advanced medical methods to investigate and ensure there would be no problems. Only after I was hoarse from talking did she finally quiet down, wiping away her tears and saying that she could only leave everything to fate!

Ten months passed in a flash. Finally, after enduring excruciating pain, Mom successfully gave birth to a baby girl in the hospital! Just as expected, the little one was perfectly healthy, with chubby little hands and feet, and a rosy, healthy complexion—as adorable as a toy doll.

Mom was finally able to relax completely, showering her baby with loving care. Her days revolved around her, constantly worrying about her getting heatstroke or catching a cold, her mouth always full of her little one's every move. Unconsciously, she neglected me.

I felt both annoyed and amused, vaguely thinking that "creating" such a little thing to compete for my attention wasn't a worthwhile thing. Especially when I saw Mom looking at the child with those loving eyes, I felt a strange pang of jealousy… After all, Mom hadn't looked at me like that in a long time!

Perhaps that's just how contradictory people are! I always wanted Mom to see me as her man, always trying to find ways to change her "love" for me. But when I actually succeeded, I couldn't help but feel a sense of loss and melancholy. It was then that I realized that while I gained my mother's body and soul, I also lost so much. Some of the most precious and beautiful feelings in my life had left me forever, and no matter how much I longed for them, they would never return…

In the blink of an eye, my child turned one year old. That evening, after dinner, my mother, as usual, went into the nursery and picked up her crying baby from the cradle. She gently kissed the baby's little face, then unhooked one of her bra cups and carefully breastfed her.

I stood beside her, watching with undisguised envy. Since giving birth, my mother's breasts had become even more prominent and firm, her bust size increasing by two sizes. Any normal man, just imagining such full breasts secreting milk, would definitely have a hard-on…

After finally finishing breastfeeding, the baby let out even, sweet breaths and fell into a deep sleep. As soon as Mom put her back in the cradle and covered her with a blanket, I couldn't wait to pounce on her and hug her.

"Ah!" Mom exclaimed, turning around and glaring at me, scolding, "Be careful, don't scare our daughter!"

"It won't, she's asleep anyway!" I muttered, roughly pulling off her bra, which was already half-fallen, and tossing it far away in a corner. Then I reached out and pressed my hands against Mom's chest, vigorously kneading her bare breasts, my ten fingers skillfully caressing them, teasing her as much as possible.

"Mmm...mmm..." Mom let out muffled moans, her breathing gradually becoming rapid, her body writhing uncontrollably, her full buttocks rubbing against my penis, gradually pressing it down.

My blood was boiling, and without thinking, I laid Mom down on the ground, my hands freely caressing her breasts. Her two full, round breasts were heavy, and although they weren't as elastic as before, their soft texture was even more captivating. The nipples were plump and had turned a deep brown, with a sunken milk duct in the center, from which a milky white fluid was constantly seeping out.

"Okay...it's my turn to nurse..." I opened my mouth and took the left nipple into my mouth, sucking noisily while using both hands to grasp the round, snowy breast and squeeze it forcefully from the outside in. A stream of warm milk flowed into my mouth, rich in flavor with a slightly fishy taste, more delicious than any drink in the world.

Only after I had suckled all the milk from both breasts did I lift my head with lingering satisfaction, smacking my lips, my heart filled with mixed emotions...My mother hadn't fulfilled her responsibility of breastfeeding me when I was little, a regret that had haunted me for many years, the greatest regret of my life. Now, I finally got my wish and tasted breast milk, reclaiming the "treatment" I deserved...

"Mmm...mmm..." Mom moaned incoherently, her eyes filled with a seductive and alluring look.

She seemed to have all her strength drained along with the milk, her naked body lying softly on the carpet, looking incredibly tempting. I took the opportunity to climb on top of Mom and spread her legs apart. Her genitals were immediately exposed, her dark, glossy pubic hair covering her entire vulva and extending to the vicinity of her anus.

The two labia majora enveloped the full, rounded cleft, emitting a uniquely feminine, fishy scent, like a catalyst for lust, making my blood boil. I couldn't help but stick out my tongue and gently lick this tempting vulva.

"Ahhh..." Mom let out an uncontrollable moan, her body twisting violently, trying to break free from my teasing lips and tongue. But under my strong embrace, she was powerless, only able to instinctively twitch her hips, more and more hot fluid gushing from between her legs, spraying all over my face and head…

“Mom, so this is your most sensitive spot!” I grinned mischievously, suddenly thrusting my penis into her overflowing honey pot.

Mom’s scream suddenly rose high, her two full breasts trembling violently on her chest, her long legs crossing and wrapping around my waist, she cried out in a sobbing voice: “Ahhh… Little Soldier… You’re so bad… Ugh… You’re killing me… Ahhh… Harder… Harder…” She noticed my movements slowing down, and anxiously swayed her hips, her snow-white buttocks clamping down on my penis, thrusting up and down incessantly.

Mother and son were immersed in the pleasure of incest, constantly changing positions and ways of intercourse, no position could continuously satisfy us both. As the actions intensified, their cries of pleasure grew louder and more unrestrained…

"—The End—" In the quiet suburbs outside the city, lavishly decorated hotels and inns were packed. Loving couples whispered sweet nothings while soaking in the hot springs, while

young people indulged in debauchery in spacious rooms, taking various stimulants. Not far from the hotel's hot spring area, an extremely luxurious mansion stood on the mountainside, its seemingly endless walls covering a vast area. Infrared surveillance cameras on the walls slowly scanned, like a dignified elder sitting there, mocking the lowly people from afar. The owner of the mansion was the widow of a large corporation owner. After her elderly husband's death, she inherited this mansion, which now belonged to her, the thirty-four-year-old woman, and her eleven-year-old son, along with a few servants. After dinner, Huifang dismissed the maids, telling them to take the weekend off after cleaning up. She did this once a month, a gesture that puzzled the maids, but their employer's generosity meant they didn't say anything. Sitting on the designer sofa, waiting for her son's friends to arrive, Huifang seemed a little restless. She wore a high-quality silk dress, a conservative style with a high neckline and a long, ankle-length skirt that hugged her figure and accentuated her curves. However, beneath the dress, there were noticeable bulges, like the patterns on the fabric, covering her entire body. "Mom, are you very nervous?"

Unlike Huifang, Yixiong was dressed in ordinary home clothes, a common shirt and light shorts, the typical attire of a child. As soon as Yixiong sat down next to Huifang, he could feel her trembling, but it wasn't fear; rather, it was a kind of excitement that made her cheeks flush.

"Mmm… naughty boy, Mommy can't wait any longer!"

Her lips brushed against her son's, Huifang's lip gloss becoming even more glossy. Her body writhed restlessly, as if ants were crawling on her skin. She pinched her son's cheeks, as if playing with him, but more like she was being affectionate with her husband.

"Ding-dong! Ding-dong!"

The crisp doorbell rang. Yixiong ran to open the door. The heavily guarded door opened after a few clicks of electronic buttons, and several mothers and children filed in. Each mother was dressed elegantly, clearly from wealthy families.

"Hello! Welcome!"

Huifang opened the foyer to welcome them into the hall. Even more excited by the arrival of her guests, her face flushed like the evening glow.

"Everyone's been waiting a month, and it's finally time for us to show off our mothers again! Let's simply follow the clockwise direction, first showcasing the results of our training, and then we'll all have some fun together!"

Skipping over all the meaningless formalities, Yoshio, the organizer of each "Beautiful Mother Fun Day," stood in the center of the circle formed by the sofas and announced the start of tonight's event. He spoke happily, gesturing wildly, revealing the innocence of a young boy.

"Then I'll start!"

Minglang, to his left, couldn't wait to stand up. He took his mother Yulin's hand and walked to the center of the circle.

Yulin, dressed specially for today, wore a pure white mink coat, the soft fur covering only from her neck to her hips. Her long, slender legs, completely exposed, were like solidified cream, even more alluringly white than the mink fur. As she walked into the middle of the group, one could vaguely see a winding stream of water between her swaying thighs.

"Hehe! We specially took the MRT here today to satisfy Mom's preferences!"

Twelve-year-old Minglang's words were loaded with meaning. His hand slipped under the hem of her coat from behind, gently kneading his mother's beautiful buttocks.

"Ah...yes, today I'm here in this shameless manner, next to my master, my son, enjoying the thrill of being the center of attention while I climax."

Yulin's face flushed with intoxication. She unbuttoned her coat, which was worth hundreds of thousands of dollars, and threw it on the ground as if it were trash.

As the coat slipped down, everyone could see her naked body. At Minglang's signal, Yulin slowly spun around, letting everyone see the words written on her body. Afterward, all the mothers gasped.

From her full breasts to her flat stomach, it was written, "I am my own son's sex slave." On her smooth back, it was written, "My body is Minglang's flesh toy." On her buttocks, it was written, "Yulin."

"I wrote this this morning! Did I write it well, Mom?"

Minglang reached out and smeared the oozing fluids from Yulin on her body, obscuring the crooked writing with lipstick. He used his mother as a canvas, creating lewd paintings on her.

"Mmm... ah... Minglang... ahh... Minglang's writing is so beautiful... Mom is so happy..."

She put her hands behind her back, arched her back, exposing her aroused body. The lewd stares of the crowd made her ooze even more fluids. All the pride she had as a world-famous model before marriage was gone. Now, she was just a sex object that derived pleasure from humiliation.

The surrounding audience seemed to sense her overwhelming pleasure, their breaths rising and falling in sync with hers. Minglang's small hands pressed against his mother's body, smearing the thick, sticky fluids onto her skin. The model's slender body trembled violently, her mouth uttering muffled moans, her slightly parted thighs thrusting up her vulva, and she released her climax with a low, panting breath.

"Mommy! Mommy! It's our turn!"

Before Minglang could lead his mother back to her seat, the youngest, Xiaohao, dragged his mother onto the stage. Xiuhong felt extremely shy, but she dared not disobey her son.

Helping her son remove his shirt, nine-year-old Xiaohao's body was fair and thin. Xiuhong lovingly stroked her son's body. Although Xiaohao had not yet reached puberty and could not bring her pleasure in a normal way, the way he used to substitute was much more intense, so intense that she could hardly bear it.

"Mommy! Hurry up and take off your clothes!"

Seeing his mother stop, the child's voice urged, he tugged at Xiuhong's clothes, his brows furrowing in anxiety.

"Okay, okay! Mom understands..."

Xiuhong comforted her son, slowly taking off her clothes. The results of her long-term yoga practice made her body lines as graceful as a young girl's, her muscles firm and elastic. Her exquisite figure had a large lower body, and her round and plump buttocks gleamed with flesh.

Slowly kneeling down, Xiuhong spread her knees, displaying the scenery between her legs. Her peach-shaped buttocks were clasped together with her brown anus. The hair on her lower body had been shaved off, revealing her tightly closed slit. Anyone could see her shy trembling.

"Ah...ah..."

Xiaohao dipped his hands in lubricant, which was thick and transparent. His small palms circled his mother's buttocks, stroking them and coating them with oil, making them look very tempting. Xiuhong, whose buttocks had been trained into erogenous zones, kept moaning softly.

"Mommy! I'm going to put it in!"

Tiny fingers darted between her buttocks, applying lubricant to her anus, rotating them to soften her chrysanthemum opening. Her small fist pressed against her mother's anus, the expectant opening opening opening and closing in sync with her breathing. With Xiao Hao's announcement, the enormous object was swallowed.

"Mmm...ah...ah..."

Her delicate lips parted, tears welling in her eyes, her intermittent moans, as if she were exhaling all the oxygen from her lungs, grew softer and softer. Although the child's fist wasn't large, it was still much bigger than a normal man's penis, especially the angular shape. As the fist slowly penetrated the anal muscles, the friction and pushing against them was the most uncomfortable yet unforgettable sensation.

The excited mothers gasped. Xiuhong, petite in stature, had her tight anus being penetrated by a thick arm, her expression a mixture of pain and pleasure. Xiaohao's arm sank deeper and deeper, almost reaching her elbow; they wondered if that thirty-centimeter penetration would rupture her intestines. "

Ah...ah...ahh ... With a pained expression, she pulled her arm out, revealing her deep, fleshy, red anus, which was slowly recovering from the effects of yoga. Xiao Hao chuckled and patted his mother's large, fleshy buttocks, urging the exhausted Xiu Hong to crawl back to her seat. In a short time, her anus returned to its tight, contracted state, leaving everyone speechless. When Zhi Qing then appeared, there were not two, but three figures. He held a dog leash, with his mother, Mei Yun, attached to a collar at the other end. From Mei Yun's collar was another leash, connected to a huge dog—his mother's canine husband, George. "Sit down!"

Twelve-year-old Zhiqing, like a professional trainer, commanded Meiyun and George with short, concise commands. The two obediently sat down, Meiyun mimicking George's forelegs, her hands tucked into her chest, her red tongue slightly protruding, her face flushed with excitement.

"Lie down! Lift your butt!"

Pulling on his mother's collar, Zhiqing tried to appear serious, but couldn't help laughing out loud. Meiyun obeyed her son's commands, kneeling with her elbows on the ground, her peach-like buttocks raised high, her moist flesh pressed together.

Her small hands caressed her flesh, the gradually secreting fluid releasing pheromones. George, trained to work, immediately swelled his bright red penis upon smelling his mistress's arousal scent, becoming long, wet, and sticky, with a small fist-sized bulb at the base.

"Um... please, masters... watch me mate with George..."

Tears welled in her eyes from shame, but Meiyun's cheeks were flushed with excitement. She trembled as she finished her plea, swaying her hips to entice the tongue-out George.

"Um... you have to put on a good show for the other masters!"

Nodding, Zhiqing granted his mother's humble request. He tied protective hoods to George's front legs and led the almost impatient dog to his mother's shoulder. His hot, protruding penis pressed against her vulva, the red shaft glistening with even more moisture.

"Mmm... Ahh... Master... George is so amazing!"

The difference between animals and humans was immediately apparent. George, driven only by his mating instincts, didn't use any flirting techniques. With a push of his hind legs, he began a violent thrusting process. The audience held their breath, watching his rapid back-and-forth hip movements. The previously only inserted tip of his penis was penetrated deeper and deeper, expanding with each thrust. His red shaft, in the high-frequency thrusting, had penetrated to the point where even the bulb was squeezed into the body.

"Mmm... Mmm... Ha... Ahh..."

George's waist slammed against Meiyun's buttocks at high speed, producing short, lewd sounds. His sweaty buttocks were covered in dog hair. However, after the bulb entered the woman's body, the range of motion between human and dog decreased. The stuck bulb pulled at the flesh, creating a painful pleasure, forcing Meiyun to orgasm even with the dog's short-lived, high-speed thrusting.

"Ah... Master... please let George walk slowly... ah..."

Meiyun bit her lower lip, enduring the pain of her flesh being pulled. After George changed from a position lying on her back to a position with his buttocks facing each other, Zhiqing pulled him away by the leash. However, this was painful for Meiyun, whose bulb had not yet subsided and was stuck inside her. She crawled backwards, pleading with her son for pity with tears in her eyes.

To make it easier for the immobile Meiyun to leave, Su Rou and her son, who were waiting to go on stage, deliberately waited for a while, but that was perhaps just Xiao Jian's way of showing consideration for his mother.

Like Yu Lin, Su Rou also wore a loose coat to the banquet, but that was not because she had a tendency to expose herself, but because she was thinking of her four-month pregnant fetus and did not want to hinder her body's comfort.

After removing her coat, as everyone could predict from her appearance, she wore a very ordinary maternity dress underneath. However, once the maternity dress was removed, Su Rou's enormous breasts became the focus of the entire room. Her plump, white flesh seemed about to burst out of her bra, creating a cleavage that drew gasps of admiration from the mothers.

Compared to her pregnant belly, perhaps her F-cup breasts were her heaviest burden. After giving birth to Xiao Jian's first child, she took medication to maintain the elasticity of her breast tissue and prevent her milk production from declining. As a result, during her second pregnancy, her breasts finally became so large and alluring. Now, Su Rou had become someone who would never stop breastfeeding, able to continuously supply Xiao Jian and his sister with abundant breast milk nutrition.

"Knock!!"

With a gentle press on the bra clasp, her freed breasts immediately pushed the bra open. Her swaying breasts resembled two perfectly shaped bell-shaped puddings, snow-white, smooth, and rippling—truly a surging torrent.

No elaborate performance was needed; simply removing her bra to display her beautiful breasts was enough to make mothers envious, especially her well-maintained nipples, tender, pink, and erect, like a young girl's innocent charm, yet the size of her breasts was the mature fullness of a married woman.

Xiao Jian, the oldest, was also developing the fastest, already nearly as tall as his mother at only thirteen. His secondary sexual characteristics were even more advanced than adults in certain areas, and it was because of this that Su Rou became pregnant with his children repeatedly under the loving guidance of her mother's body. Compared to

the unusual master-servant relationship between other mothers and sons, Xiao Jian and Su Rou's relationship was more like that of lovers. There weren't many methods of discipline; it was simply Xiao Jian's love for his mother's breasts that nurtured Su Rou's large and beautiful bosom.

Standing behind his mother, Xiao Jian's hands caressed her pregnant body. Her four-month-old belly was slightly protruding, smooth, and one could feel life being born within. His small hands couldn't fully grasp the swollen breasts, so he used both hands, one on each side, to squeeze forcefully. The long-accumulated milk, under pressure, spurted from her bright red nipples.

"Mmm...ah...it's coming out...squeeze harder...ahhh..."

The slender white jets of milk drew powerful arcs in the air, their natural whiteness seemingly exuding a milky fragrance. Su Rou, on the other hand, wore a dazed expression, the pain surrounding her breasts as the milk was released. An electric current surged through her, a maternal happiness filling her entire body, even wetting her groin.

The white milk pooled on the floor, forming a white pond. No one counted how long Xiao Jian had been milking her; all that was known was that Su Rou's milk flowed endlessly, spurting out with every squeeze, until her snow-white body was completely covered in the sweet milky white before Xiao Jian stopped.

The youngest, Xiao Hao, looked enviously at the milk scattered on the ground, licking his lips and snuggling against his mother. He twisted his four fingers inside Xiu Hong's anus, pleading and threatening in his childish voice that his mother should also bear him a child and then breastfeed him again.

Xiao Hao wasn't alone; the other children were also rubbing their mothers' breasts. Although they didn't make any demands, the mothers all knew what efforts they had to make for their masters.

Xiao Jian considerately helped his mother back to her seat. Finally, the masters of the day, Yi Xiong and Hui Fang, were presented. They didn't deliberately clean up the milk left by Su Rou; instead, they playfully splashed through the puddles, their bare feet stained with white milk, the sound of water echoing in the hall, a symbol of incest between mother and child.

Standing obediently, Hui Fang's skirt was stained dark by the splashed milk. Under everyone's close observation, the tracks under her dress were more clearly visible, as if she were wearing another dress under her thin one.

Stripped of her glamorous and reserved exterior, what was revealed was her body bound by her own son. Rough ropes ran from her neck down, around her breasts, around her waist, entangled the mother and son's relationship, and then ended at her buttocks. Two ropes passed between her legs, and several thinner ropes were used to pull open the gold rings tied to her labia, revealing the bright red flesh inside.

"This is a binding method that Mom and I researched... like this, it goes around like this... and it crosses here..."

With one hand pulling his mother down to kneel, Yixiong began to explain the process of binding his mother, his small hand pulling on one end of the rope, causing the other end to inadvertently dig into her flesh. The hot touch from the rough friction made Huifang gasp again.

Having been trained into a masochist before her husband's death, Huifang could no longer obtain pleasure from conventional sex. The minimum she could accept was bondage. Even though Yixiong was young and not physically strong, he could still give Huifang full satisfaction when she was bound.

"Mmm... Ahh..."

The taut ropes left more bruises on her body, the crisscrossing red lines forming intricate geometric patterns on her fair skin. Yixiong's reckless pulling caused the gold ring to shift, making Huifang tremble with both pain and pleasure.

The children still sitting on the sofa, from initially showing off to watching other mothers, had their immature desires pushed to their limit. The gentle caresses of their mothers on their burning bodies were no longer enough to quell their urges; their tender penises were all erect, some even making their mothers' hands sticky with sweat. They were now just waiting for Yixiong's signal to rush to their favorite sex slaves.

"..." Huifang, equally excited, sensed the impulsive atmosphere around her. Although Yixiong was still enthusiastically explaining the details of his bondage, Huifang whispered in his ear, urging him to finish quickly so everyone could enjoy themselves.

"Well then, my mother's demonstration ends here. Everyone, find your favorite flesh toys and have some fun!" Yoshio, still just a child, was unhappy that he couldn't fully display his creation, but after Huifang whispered something in his ear, seemingly promising something, Yoshio nodded, happily releasing everyone's pent-up desires.

The happy children cheered, even though what they were about to do was adult-like. The children temporarily left their beloved mothers, their naked, thin bodies holding erect white stalks, heading towards the married women who interested them most. The mature, beautiful bodies, thoroughly trained, dripping with juices and exuding fragrance, were like blooming roses, awaiting the boys' ravaging. The air was filled with the sweet

fragrance of flesh from the pregnant mother (Xiao Jian and Su Rou).

Warm sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting the shape of the window frames onto the carpet. The carpet, exquisitely handwoven and

so valuable it seemed almost too precious to step on, was a luxury reserved for the upper class. In the master bedroom, larger than the living room of an average home, lay an equally large bed, on which a figure moved about. A silk quilt, soft as a cloud, covered the user, its weight almost imperceptible yet incredibly warm, its touch as light as a cloud—a truly expensive and luxurious item even among commercially available silk quilts.

Every item in sight spoke volumes about the extraordinary status of the homeowners, far removed from ordinary people.

"Mmm..."

The blanket stirred, and a plump, white arm emerged, slowly pushing the blanket down. A soft, delicate breath escaped her lips, revealing first a head of disheveled, dark brown hair and a striking profile.

"Mmm...ah..."

The exquisitely beautiful Su Rou, her lips pale red without makeup, breathed softly from between her pearly teeth, her brow furrowed with a subtle mix of pleasure and pain. Her left hand pulled back the seemingly weightless blanket, her eyes fixed on the source of the pain.

The sunlight illuminated the scene beneath the blanket: in the warm bed, a handsome young man held her waist with both arms, as if embracing a precious treasure, unwilling to let go even in his sleep. His face was pressed against her large, full breasts, his mouth sucking on one nipple, drawing in her abundant milk.

"Ah... even in my sleep I have to steal a suckle from Mommy..."

Another unconscious suckling ensued, the flow of breast milk causing her pregnant uterus to twitch. Her flesh, filled just yesterday, seemed to be oozing more sweetness. The woman gently stroked the boy's head, her voice full of doting affection. The

couple, so far apart in age, embraced naked. The pure white sheets were stained with dried dampness, traces of their lovemaking the previous night. Compared to the developing boy, Su Rou's pregnant body was full and rounded. Their thighs were intertwined, their legs stained with unwashed fluids. Even with a third person in her womb as a barrier, their skin pressed together was an intimacy that would make anyone envious.

"Oh! Xiao Jian is always so energetic in the morning!"

She let the boy suckle freely, enjoying the slightly painful sweetness. And further down, her view obscured by her abdomen, the boy's youthful erection pressed against her swollen belly, as if a subtle hint.

"Ugh...uh-ah..."

Just as her slender hand reached down to soothe the erection, several female voices and yawns suddenly came from beside the bed. Knowing immediately that her daughter had woken up, Su Rou dared not linger in the bed with Xiao Jian. She quickly and gently untied Xiao Jian from his sleeping position and, before her daughter could cry, held her in her arms. The baby girl, toothless, instinctively suckled at the other nipple, which her brother hadn't yet taken, contentedly drinking the sweet milk. Her

body, full and voluptuous with her third pregnancy, her ivory-white skin smoothly reflecting the sunlight, sat on the edge of the bed, her five-month pregnant belly a testament to a woman's most idyllic curves. Su Rou held her daughter, not yet a year old, while her son rolled over behind her, his legs pressing against Su Rou's hips—a harmonious and beautiful scene, like a masterpiece, with both figures smiling.

"What's wrong with me that you go out with those other women every night?!"

Uncontrollable anger, like flames, engulfed her entire body. All the poise of a beauty pageant winner vanished, leaving only the roar of a resentful woman abandoned by her husband.

"It's just some men's socializing. Women shouldn't meddle in business matters!!"

Having just returned home from a life of pleasure, the strong scent of the young actress's perfume wafting undisguisedly, Cheng En, who had been in a great mood, turned stern. He casually tossed his designer suit jacket to the ground and berated his newlywed wife, whom he was already tired of.

"Socializing?! The lipstick mark on your collar is socializing, but what about the one on your chest? Tell me! Tell me!"

Su Rou grabbed the shirt with the obvious red lipstick mark and ripped it open. The ripped buttons revealed a muscular chest covered in bruises—anyone could tell what those marks were at a glance.

"Let go! I don't want to talk to you!!"

Cheng En forcefully pushed away the nearly hysterical Su Rou, ignoring his disheveled clothes and angrily turning away, leaving his sobbing wife behind and striding out of the room.

"Waaah...waaah...why did you do this to me...didn't you say you'd love me forever...?"

Su Rou, sprawled on the floor, felt her grief far outweigh the pain of her fall. Her once-beauty-winning body trembled on the carpet. Beside her lay her husband's coat, its strong scent seeming to mock her, for she had aged prematurely after only three years of marriage.

"Mama...Mama...no...crying..."

Awakened by the couple's loud commotion from the next room, little Jian, just over a year old, toddled to his mother's side. Instead of crying, he stroked Su Rou's disheveled hair with his sticky, drool-covered little hands, mimicking her usual comforting tone, offering her immense solace from his still-uneven teeth.

"Hmm... Xiao Jian is right, Mom shouldn't cry. Mom still has you, hmm! Mom's most beloved Xiao Jian!"

Su Rou quickly calmed herself down, sat up, and tightly hugged her innocent and adoring son, who only knew how to love her. She secretly made a decision in her heart: she would free herself and her son from this kind of life.

The biggest news! It was the most beautiful joke. A former beauty pageant winner, after two years of relentless pursuit by the young master of a well-known company, finally accepted his marriage proposal. The lavish wedding banquet, the handsome bride and beautiful groom, their sweet embrace making countless people envious, the major news media rushed to report it, and political and business celebrities flocked to offer their congratulations—it was truly a wedding of the century.

But after the wedding, and shortly after the honeymoon, the groom was constantly embroiled in scandals, especially after the bride became pregnant. Various rumors circulated, from his female secretary to new faces in the entertainment industry, the whispers and whispers rising and falling...

"I really...can't take it anymore...sob...he was unfaithful while I was pregnant...sob...he was a womanizer everywhere...I could still tolerate it...but recently he's gotten worse...not only does he beat me when he's drunk...he even tried to hurt our one-year-old son..."

Su-rou, wearing sunglasses, sobbed and wiped away tears with a handkerchief. Unconcealable bruises marred her chin and forehead. Her efforts to deliberately pick a fight with Cheng-en after he was drunk yesterday had paid off, allowing her to easily put on this show at the press conference.

Flashbulbs flashed incessantly as Su-rou, along with several female legislators and representatives of women's groups, held a press conference to file charges against Cheng-en for infidelity and domestic violence. In just a few months, the private investigators Su-rou had hired to uncover her husband's philandering history were laid bare before the public, providing citizens with gossip fodder and prompting half the population to condemn this heartless beast.

With strong public opinion and the support of many women's groups, even some attention-seeking male legislators condemned Cheng En's actions. The case seemed predetermined even before it was filed; no matter how powerful Cheng En's legal team was, they lost the lawsuit, losing not only a quarter of his assets and monthly alimony, but also custody of Xiao Jian.

Patting her daughter's back until she burped contentedly, Su Rou put her back in the crib, sat back down, gently stroked Xiao Jian's hair, and looked at his handsome face, inherited from both her husband and herself, with a contented smile.

News always fades quickly, and soon after Su Rou won her son and rightful inheritance, she disappeared from the public eye. Determined to escape her past, she went to live abroad where no one knew her. There she and her son, who belonged only to her, happily paid her husband's alimony. The once sensational scandal of a wealthy family gradually faded from people's memories.

Having lost hope in marriage but not yet in love, she transferred all her love to her son. As time passed, the mother's eyes were only for her son, and the son's eyes were only for his mother.

"Mmm... Mom... my little stick is so warm... so comfortable... mmm..."

The boy's cherry-red tongue dripped with Su Rou's saliva, and in the intervals between kisses, he vaguely described his feelings upon losing his virginity. Xiao Jian's short body lay on top of Su Rou, who was much taller than him, awkwardly twisting his waist.

"Mmm... good Xiao Jian... Mom loves you... yes... ah... move your waist like this... oh..."

Su Rou's soft words guided the inexperienced boy, making his tender penis throb inside her. Although he wasn't as large as an adult's, the youthful pulse in his veins still made her incredibly wet.

"Mmm...Mommy! Mommy! Something's coming out! Ah! Ah!"

The two embraced, their bodies drenched in passion. Having experienced the wonder of a woman's body for the first time, the young boy, after only a dozen or so thrusts, released his first ejaculation into his mother's womb. His thin body stiffened, his waist trembled, and he instinctively pushed forward, his penis penetrating deeply, as if trying to squeeze himself into her honeyed flesh, ejaculating and filling the womb that had once nurtured him.

"Mmm! Ah... Ha! Good boy... You're so good, you're such a good boy, Mommy's little Jian..."

The burning pulse filled Su Rou's once wounded heart. Although a boy's first performance was never entirely satisfactory, it held a promising future. Su Rou breathed heavily, holding the boy panting between her breasts. Jian's hands were large and adult-like, and he seemed to instinctively know to caress her beautiful breasts.

The force, though seemingly gentle, sent waves of pleasure through his breasts, sending shivers down his spine. On the day Su Rou used her body to teach Xiao Jian the difference between boys and girls, their relationship transcended that of mother and son.

Unaware that his mother was caressing his head in his sleep, Xiao Jian, feeling hot, kicked off the covers and rolled over into a starfish position. Between his naked legs, brimming with youthful vigor, was a penis much larger than those of other children his age, white and erect.

Looking at his childish, unruly sleeping posture, yet with an adult-like hard penis, Su Rou didn't know whether to be angry or amused. She slowly moved from the head of the bed to Xiao Jian's waist, her expression gradually shifting from that of a mother to that of a woman.

Her lips engulfed her son's penis, Su Rou gently and carefully sucking on its shaft. Her slippery tongue traced the tip, saliva dripping as it swirled around the shaft before being pushed deep into his throat. The boy's penis had a firm yet tender texture, its developing length just touching the back of his throat, making it easy for Su Rou to take it all in without feeling strained.

She gently sucked and gently released it, deliberately not wanting to wake Xiao Jian, carefully attending to her son's morning needs. With each swallow and release, her red lips left a thick layer of saliva on his penis, glistening with moisture.

"Mmm... ha..."

Although he was dreaming, his body, awake even before his mind, honestly revealed his feelings. A blush involuntarily rose on the boy's face, and his body grew hot. Even Su Rou could feel his burning body temperature through her mouth, signaling his approaching climax.

"Mmm... Ahh... Mom... Good morning..."

The boy's body trembled several times, beads of sweat appearing on his skin. His newly formed penis released fresh semen, which, with each shudder, entered Su Rou's mouth. At the same time, Xiao Jian, who had also woken up, looked at his mother with his penis in her mouth without any hesitation, obediently waking up.

"Mmm... Little sleepyhead, you're awake!"

Her tightly closed lips parted from the tip of his penis, her mouth filled with fresh semen. The thick, white fluid swirled on her tongue, mixing with saliva. The slightly bitter, sweet taste made Su Rou's skin burn. After carefully savoring it, she reluctantly swallowed, kissing Xiao Jian's cheek.

"Mommy! I want milk..."

The sleepy boy, before fully waking up, eagerly sought his mother's love. Su Rou's round, large breasts had always been his favorite place. He pressed his face against the soft, elastic flesh, full of milk, smelling Su Rou's fragrance, and eagerly took her nipple into his mouth, sucking out a mouthful of sweetness, then greedily swallowing it down.

Intoxicated by the softness on his cheek, and with his stomach filled with the delicious food his mother had prepared for him, the only difference between Xiao Jian and his sleeping sister was that after satisfying his appetite, his libido was even stronger. The energy the boy used for development was rapidly metabolizing, injecting his recently softened corpus cavernosum with a full dose of blood.

"Oh...ah...Mommy's hands are so soft...I love it..."

Xiao Jian's burgeoning erection brought an irresistible smile to Su Rou's face. The boy, whose height was almost catching up with his mother's, leaned at the waist right next to Su Rou's hand, so the mother's hand caressed her son's penis, adding fuel to his fire.

"Hmm...ah...Mommy..."

The skilled caressing, the soft hand grasping the shaft, rubbing the delicate skin up and down from head to tail, the inexperienced boy, though not the first time receiving his mother's service, was still immature and did not understand male pride, only moaning vaguely like a girl as Su Rou gave him what he wanted.

"Mommy...Mommy...it's so full...I want to put it in..."

The slender hand controlled the boy, keeping him just a few steps away from orgasm, the reddened penis dripping with fluid, yearning for the most intimate contact with his mother, Xiao Jian's impatient fingers digging into her breasts, urging his mother on with willful pain.

"Good boy... don't be impatient... ahh!!"

Leaning against the headboard, pillows supporting his waist, between his wide-open legs, the wet petals were blooming. Following the guidance, the boy thrust his fiery passion into the shaved, pubic opening, penetrating the hot, wet flesh.

"Mmm... ahh... good boy... don't be impatient... mmm..."

The passionate penis penetrated deeply, moving within the tight embrace of her honeyed flesh. With each thrust, it brought forth copious amounts of her juices. The boy, enduring the ever-increasing pleasure, knelt before Su Rou, thrusting his hips with all his might. His naked body and pregnant belly occasionally touched, exchanging the sweat that seeped from them.

The swaying of the penis not only created erotic sounds but also caused the breasts to ripple. Her fleshy breasts trembled and swayed with each of Xiao Jian's thrusts, the full flesh like volcanoes of milk, as if they would burst forth with overflowing fluids with every sway.

"Mmm...Mommy...Mommy's body feels so good inside...and the milk tastes so good..."

The penis, nearing its limit, enjoyed the beauty of his mother's body in her wetness. Her breasts, which he couldn't quite grasp, were being squeezed forcefully between Xiao Jian's fingers. When those slender fingertips dug into her flesh, the swollen nipples were forced to secrete milk, which flowed wastefully onto Su Rou's body. The white, meandering streams flowing across her delicate skin emitted a pure milky fragrance.

"Ah...good boy...good Xiao Jian...a little harder...mmm...good girl...faster..."

Su Rou didn't blame Xiao Jian for the pain he caused her breasts. Even though the flesh where his fingers had dug into her breasts was bruised, and the squeezed flesh caused milk to splash on her breasts, the burning pain transformed into an even stronger pleasure under Xiao Jian's licking. Following the flow of milk, following Xiao Jian's licking of her breasts, her pregnant uterus convulsed incessantly, only the copious white fluid could stop it.

"Mommy! Mommy!!!"

Xiao Jian, his lips and tongue smeared with milk, suddenly sat up. The wet, hot grip finally overwhelmed the boy. His slender waist trembled between his mother's legs. Short, intense thrusts pushed his penis deep inside, again and again. In that deepest moment, the boy called out to his mother, his hands digging into her breasts, squeezing out two high-flying jets of white fluid.

"Ugh... Ahh!!"

Holding her son's buttocks, she endured his transgression, but all the love, the pain in her breasts, compensated for the boy's lack of stamina. The confused sensations mixed with the pleasure of the hot fluid created a mesmerizing climax. Although it only lasted a few seconds, the eruption from his nipples was spectacular, white like fireworks, sprinkling onto both of them. Some of it evaporated with their body heat, filling the room with a strange and erotic milky scent.

The limp boy dared not lie on his mother's belly, but instead nestled tenderly beside Su Rou. He lingered, caressing his mother's full breasts, smearing them with milk, savoring the softness of her flesh. His quick reflexes were remarkable; the lust in his eyes hadn't subsided, and his honest body reacted again. His dripping penis rose again, pressing against Su Rou's foot.

"Mmm...waaaaaa..." But Xiao Jian's younger sister, oblivious to the danger, woke up at this moment, her soft, clear cries stealing her mother away from her brother.

Her pregnant body was still damp with sweat and milk, soaking the baby clothes in Su Rou's arms. The crying baby immediately smiled happily in her mother's arms, while Xiao Jian, pouting, retaliated by poking his sister's cheek and kissing Su Rou. She, in turn, used one hand to pull Xiao Jian closer, tightly embracing him, both hands holding her most cherished family member.

(the end)

Every time we ate fish, I only ate the middle part, leaving the head and tail for my mother (except for bighead carp), because she said she loved them; every time we ate salted duck eggs, I scooped out the yolk and gave the white to my mother, also because she said she loved them; every time I cooked fresh corn in a pot, I ate the corn and left the boiling water for my mother, again because she said she liked the fragrance… These are the most profound memories I have from my childhood. Back then, I thought I was very filial, but as I grew older, I experienced maternal love in small ways and came to understand its greatness.

When I was five, my father died in an accident during a live-line maintenance of a high-voltage power line, and my mother and I depended on each other and never remarried. I don't know how many times I secretly vowed to do my best to make my mother happy in her later years. But I never imagined that I would re-enter my mother's body and return to the place where I was born in another way.

The first time was when I was a sophomore in college. One morning, close to summer vacation, I suddenly received a call from my mother's workplace saying that she had broken her thigh while riding the bus. I hurriedly took leave from work and flew home for the first time in my life, rushing to the hospital. In the intensive care unit, I saw my mother still unconscious.

The attending physician told me that the surgery had just been completed; because my mother had a comminuted fracture of her left thigh, steel pins were needed for fixation, so she was under general anesthesia and wouldn't wake up for several more hours.

A bottle of blood plasma was dripping into my mother's arm, and a plastic tube extended from the center of the bed, connected to a plastic bag hanging on the edge of the bed, from which yellow liquid was dripping—the doctor said it was for catheterization. Looking at my mother, her brow furrowed and her face showing pain, I felt an indescribable sadness, and tears streamed down my face uncontrollably. "

You've suffered so much, Mom!" I held my mother's hand receiving the IV, gently stroking it from the back of her hand to her forearm, hoping to ease her pain. Then I noticed the urine bag was full, so I quickly emptied it and reconnected it, but for some reason, no more urine flowed.

I called a nurse, who impatiently squeezed the tube, but still nothing. She reached out and lifted the sheet covering my mother—ah! My mother was completely naked from the waist down! The nurse awkwardly pushed the tube in again, and my mother let out a soft groan, clearly in pain. I glared at the nurse, really wanting to punch her. I held back, because my mother would be staying here for many more days, and ruining our relationship would only hurt us.

I carefully covered my mother with the sheet, watching her face. I saw a few streaks at the corners of her eyes! My nose stung, and tears welled up again. Due to the long period of tension and the fatigue of the journey, I nestled beside my mother's bed, holding her arm, and fell asleep.

When I woke up, it was already three in the morning. I found that the catheter had stopped dripping urine. I rushed to the nurses' station but couldn't find any nurses. It was the middle of the night, and I couldn't shout loudly. Returning to the bedside and looking at the catheter, I decided to do it myself. I had seen the nurses do it before, so it shouldn't be too difficult.

I gently lifted the sheet a little, just enough to expose the catheter. Because I had calmed down, I wasn't in a hurry. Then I clearly saw that my mother's vagina was completely hairless, with only dark, shaved stubble, much like my freshly shaved beard. My heart raced, because this was the first time I had ever seen my mother's genitals! This was where I was born! My mother brought me into the world from this very place! My mind was a blur; I stared blankly, not knowing what I was thinking. After a long while, I remembered what I was supposed to do. I very gently pulled the catheter out a little, then slowly inserted it a little further. I felt this was the gentlest I had ever been. Just when I thought I was done, my mother groaned. Had I hurt her? I saw that urine was flowing from the catheter. Although she didn't groan anymore, her brows didn't relax, which still made my heart ache. I was no longer sleepy, so I put my hand under the sheets and massaged the hand that was still receiving the IV. During the massage, my hand occasionally touched my mother's thigh. My mother's thigh was bare, and it felt like touching smooth satin. At that moment, I truly had no other thoughts in my mind; I only wanted to do something to make my mother feel more relaxed and comfortable. Later, my hand accidentally touched the stiff, stubble left after her shave, and I immediately stopped. My mother didn't react at first, but her brow seemed to relax a little.

I must have massaged her to make her feel better; I felt a little proud. Mom, I want to make you even more comfortable!

I started massaging my mother's inner thighs, and every now and then I could hear her moan softly. I could clearly tell that it was no longer pain but a feeling of pleasure. I have a strange habit: whenever I wake up in the middle of the night, my penis gets exceptionally hard, and it stays hard for at least an hour. I don't know if this was the secret thing at work, but I kept touching and touching, and gradually my hands lingered around my mother's vagina. I couldn't see with my eyes, but I could feel with my hands and my heart. My mother's labia were very large and soft. I carefully avoided the urethra and the catheter, gently rubbing the labia that I couldn't see with my fingers. The labia were very dry, without any moisture. I used my fingers to slightly part the vagina and then slowly probed inside. I don't know how long I repeated this action, but my fingers seemed to have become sticky. Then one of my fingers suddenly slid deep into the vagina. It was so warm and soft! I added another finger and went in!

"Oh!" Mom let out a soft moan, clearly tinged with pleasure. I didn't stop; my ring finger and middle finger continued to move up and down inside, sometimes in, sometimes out, sometimes rotating. Mom's body began to respond. Although one of her thighs was in a cast, I could feel her buttocks twitching, albeit very slightly. I increased the pressure slightly, and Mom's moans grew louder and the intervals between them became shorter. My intuition told me: Mom was about to wake up, or had already woken up. I quickly withdrew my fingers and covered Mom with the sheet.

I closed my eyes and calmed myself for a moment. I went to the bathroom in the ward, splashed cold water on my hair and washed my face, and then looked in the mirror. I felt like I wasn't the same person I used to be. This was a bastard who had sexually assaulted his own mother! I cursed myself in the mirror: Are you even human? You're a four-legged beast! No, worse than a beast! Mom just came back from the brink of death, and you fucking do this! While cursing, I recalled all the good things my mother had done for me, and I started crying again, banging my head against the wall until I was dizzy before finally grabbing a basin to catch my breath. I slapped myself hard twice, knelt on the ground, and silently repeated in my heart: I'm sorry, Mom! I'm sorry, Mom!!

After this incident, I couldn't know if my mother was truly still unconscious at the time, or if she had already woken up but hadn't exposed me; she never mentioned it again. But at the time, I didn't realize that it was this rebellious act of mine that stirred up my mother's long-dormant sexual desire. So, in my junior year of college, I entered my mother's body again—it was real penetration! And both of us were fully conscious. The school had a seven-day holiday for May Day. I took my new girlfriend home with me. I hadn't told my mother beforehand that I had a girlfriend; I just wanted to surprise her. My mother was indeed very happy, scolding me for not telling her first so she could have prepared more.

Those few days, I accompanied my girlfriend all over my city and carefully selected some gifts for her. After seeing my girlfriend off at noon on the 5th, I felt very tired and took a nap. I vaguely heard sobbing, and upon closer listening, I realized it was coming from my mother's bedroom. Curious, I went to her room. She was half-lying on the bed, crying sadly, her hand covering her mouth with a towel, probably to avoid waking me. I asked her what was wrong, but she wouldn't say a word. After repeated questioning, she finally said, "I'm crying because I'm happy for you." Obviously, this was a lie. I touched her hand and asked, "Have I neglected you these past few days?" Indeed, my girlfriends and I had hardly stayed home. Sometimes my mother would cook for us, but other times we were having so much fun that we wouldn't even call. Sometimes she would call to say she'd been out eating at a restaurant, bought so many things for my girlfriends, but hadn't brought back a single item for her. Even when we were home, we were always together, and I'd barely spoken ten words to her in four days. I sincerely kept telling my mother, "I'm so sorry, I'll never do that again." I thought my words would calm my mother down, but instead, she threw herself onto my shoulder and burst into tears. I panicked, not knowing what to do. My mother cried with immense grief, and I hugged her and cried too. I cried because I felt she had suffered so much, all the injustices she had endured since my father's death. Mother and son cried for a long time before calming down, but neither of us let go, still holding each other tightly. God is my witness, I truly had no evil thoughts at that moment, despite my past disrespectful acts that would be struck by lightning.

That evening, I watched her favorite TV show with my mother. After she took a shower and returned to her room, I was afraid she would be sad again, so I sat on the edge of her bed and chatted about all sorts of things. My mother didn't say a word, just stared at me.

Even though she was my own mother, I felt a little embarrassed by her gaze, so I asked her what she was watching. My mother said, "It's hard to see this again in the future," and before she finished speaking, tears welled up in her eyes again. I said, "Don't worry, I won't leave you. My girlfriend and I have already agreed." After graduation, she came back with me, to stay with you forever. Mom hugged me tightly, saying repeatedly, "My good son!" I said goodnight to Mom, and she said softly and affectionately, "Can you stay with me tonight?" I hesitated for a moment, and then Mom said, "Go to sleep." I didn't want Mom to suffer any more grievances, I didn't want to see a single tear from her. I took a blanket from my room and came to Mom, saying, "You sleep inside." The joy in Mom's eyes touched my heart; my mother is so easily satisfied.

Perhaps it was because I'd been having so much fun with my girlfriend these past few days, but I was awakened in my sleep by an erection. Not fully awake, but in that hazy, half-awake state, my hands began to wander restlessly. I touched a soft body, and I still felt my girlfriend's body. Her hands quickly responded, stroking my face—it felt so good. I searched for her breasts, my hand slipping inside her clothes and finding them immediately, slowly moving from the edge towards the nipple.

When did my girlfriend's breasts get so big? No! I instantly snapped awake from my daze. It was Mom! I opened my eyes; I was sleeping face to face with Mom, and she was looking at me with her eyes open too. I tried to pull my hand away, but Mom held it down. Not just held it down, but held it so it moved across her breast! I stared at Mom in shock. Her face was flushed, and in the dim light, she looked so beautiful and captivating! I didn't dare move, letting Mom hold my hand down with hers, letting it caress her soft breasts, then slowly moving downwards. Two words suddenly popped into my mind: incest!

I've seen countless movies and read countless novels about incest between mothers and sons, and I've had countless fantasies, but when it really happened, I still couldn't accept it and dared not cross that line. To this day, I still constantly repent for the absurdity I've committed. After all, that time it happened while Mom wasn't aware of it! Now… my thoughts were still struggling painfully, and my hand, guided by Mom, had already reached the place I had secretly touched before, inside her underwear. My mother held my hand tightly, probably afraid I would break free. I had no such intention; I wouldn't embarrass her. When I touched her breasts again, they were naked. When had she removed her bra? My mother made a moan, very similar to one I'd heard from my girlfriend. She was aroused! Poor mother, for 16 years she hadn't experienced a man's caress, suppressing her normal sexual desires. Why? I know, my mother never remarried entirely for me; she was afraid I would suffer any harm or injustice. Today, she was afraid I would forget her after I got married! Mom, I said I would always be with you, that I would make you happy! Thinking this, I felt dizzy. I threw off my blanket, buried myself in my mother's arms, pulled off her underwear, and hugged her waist tightly, my mouth darting between her breasts. My mother seemed to have trouble breathing, pushing me away slightly. I kicked the blankets covering us both off the bed, and I saw my mother, completely naked, so close.

Compared to my girlfriend's breasts, my mother's breasts possessed a different kind of beauty—a full and mature beauty! As she lay flat on the bed, her nipples were slightly parted, yet still snow-white, high and proud, the nipples like two grapes, a vibrant crimson. Even though she was over forty, her skin was still so smooth and delicate, her curves still slender and graceful, dazzling to the eye. Her lower abdomen was smooth and slightly protruding, her pubic hair was already fully grown—the kind that was slightly curled, long, thick, and black. Her buttocks were round and large, her pink legs long and shapely. Such a full, smooth, and intoxicating body made it hard to believe she had given birth; it truly possessed a unique kind of mature beauty.

I no longer saw her as my mother, but simply as a beautiful woman in her prime. I felt a surge of lust coursing through me, and with a somewhat rough motion, I grabbed her head, pressing my burning lips tightly against hers, while my other hand frantically grasped and squeezed her full breasts! My mother showed no panic; instead, she willingly offered her tongue to my mouth. I immediately took it in as if it were a delicacy, our tongues leaping and swirling in each other's mouths, swallowing the saliva as we kissed again. My hand moved away from her breasts and slid down between her legs, stroking her vigorously. My hardened penis pressed against her inner thigh, rhythmically throbbing and grinding against it.

My mother's breathing quickened. I lowered my head, one hand kneading one full breast, while my tongue rapidly licked the tip of the other. My mother kept moaning softly, her hands moving towards my lower abdomen, groping incessantly. When she grasped my penis, she suddenly cried out, "Ah!" I clearly felt a warm, wet liquid spray from her vagina onto my glans! My mother released her hands and fell silent, as if exhausted. I was terrified, thinking something had happened to her, and quickly asked, "Mom, are you alright?" My mother said, "It's been so long, so long! I almost forgot." I quickly got out of bed, fetched a basin of hot water, washed my mother's body, and covered her with a blanket. Later, at my mother's insistence, I fell asleep with my head on her arm.

When I woke up the next morning, my mother was sitting by the bed, looking at me tenderly. She said she had just woken up too, and then got up to bring me a bowl of rice wine and eggs, forcing me to eat it in bed. I knew my mother was creating an opportunity, for me and for her, because neither of us had been satisfied the night before. I put down the bowl and said to my mother, "Want to sleep a little longer?" Mom smiled, then lay down on the bed, still fully clothed, with a touch of shyness. I quickly undressed her completely, and began to lick her full breasts with my tongue, slowly moving downwards to her alluring navel, her smooth, white thighs, and her rounded calves. Finally, I held her soft, beautiful feet in my hands and licked them, fully enjoying the faint, uniquely feminine scent emanating from every inch of her skin.

During my kisses, Mom no longer held back, no longer suppressed her desires, and began to let out seductive moans, her voice growing louder as she touched and pinched my body. I no longer held back, standing on the edge of the bed and lifting Mom's legs onto my shoulders. I saw that her vagina was already wet, her labia slightly opening and closing, filled with clear vaginal fluid. I couldn't help but lean down and press my lips against my mother's vulva, which exuded a rich, unique fragrance. My tongue darted inside her vagina, the tip coated with the fishy-smelling love fluid secreted from within, which I unhesitatingly ate. My mother was now in ecstasy, her nails digging into my flesh. I knew what I had to do. I straightened up, erected my penis, and thrust forward, inserting my entire penis into my mother's vagina. And so, during the rest of my vacation, I ejaculated countless times into my mother's vagina. I never counted; I only know it was an almost frenzied act of lovemaking, often leaving us drenched in sweat—something my girlfriend and I had never done. I used my semen to nourish my mother's vagina and, in turn, her vagina to embrace my penis and my life.

I made the same mistake I made as a child, believing I loved my mother. But this mistake was far more serious than that of my childhood. I, this wicked son, melted a corner of my mother's frozen mountain of sexual desire, but at the same time, I donned an inescapable mental shackle. Soon, I tasted the bitter fruit of my own actions. Returning to school, I found myself drastically changed. I could no longer concentrate on my books, couldn't focus in class, felt inexplicably distant from my girlfriend, and during sex, my mind was filled with images of my mother's voluptuous body; I even cried out for her as I ejaculated…

I knew perfectly well the root of these changes. I didn't want them to continue. I went to the library to research, searched online for information on relationships, and rewatched incest novels and movies, hoping to find a solution. Unfortunately, there were no solutions to draw upon. I sank into a state of near-mental despair. My grades began to decline, and I was constantly in a daze. I desperately needed someone to talk to, someone to hold me back.

One Sunday, I met my girlfriend at the lakeside park. In a secluded spot by the lake, gazing at the water, I decided to tell her everything. I hoped for comfort, a touch, the strength to release myself, even a harsh scolding. Because she was my only confidante and the only person I could rely on. I didn't get what I expected; all I saw was a face that had grown cold and indifferent, no longer warm. She said nothing. The next day, I received an email from my girlfriend. One sentence sent chills down my spine: "Go, love your mother!"

I lost my girlfriend and gave up on graduate school because I knew I couldn't pass, and even if I did, I wouldn't be able to concentrate on my studies. After graduation, I returned to the city, back to my mother's side. During my time at home, my mother would often deliberately get close to me. Sometimes, I would wake up in the morning to find her sitting by my bed, staring at my lower body, her eyes filled with tenderness and excitement. But I couldn't face my mother, couldn't face those eyes. The longing in those eyes was so familiar, and even though she didn't say a word, I couldn't resist that gaze.

I don't know what will happen in the future, I don't know how my path will lead me. Even lying on that familiar bed with my mother, touching that familiar body, entering that familiar depth, there was no normal desire or pleasure. All I could see and think about was my ex-girlfriend! I felt like a walking corpse, unable to return to myself.

I'm sorry, Mom! I don't want to do this incest anymore!!! I've said this a hundred, a thousand, ten thousand times in my heart, but I've never said it to my mother, because I don't want to, and I don't dare—because I love my mother!

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