My Love Story with My Mother (Part 4, reprinted)

However, I didn't understand what my mother meant at the time. Because I was discreet enough about masturbation, I thought my mother wouldn't find out. But I underestimated the sensitivity of adults' minds.

And so, I immersed myself in my fantasies every day, and went to internet cafes more and more often. Every time I went to an internet cafe, I would choose a corner where no one was around, and go online on that computer, just to secretly search for pornographic websites, especially those about incest between mothers and sons. Gradually, I found myself deeply trapped in them, unable to extricate myself.

I've become increasingly fascinated by my mother's body, especially after seeing her underwear that day. I've fantasized countless times about what she would look like wearing those underwear. However, I don't dare to secretly touch her in the middle of the night like in novels. What if she wakes up and finds out? Although my mother doesn't hit or scold me, I don't want to see her sad and disappointed.

Because the curtains don't block out sound, I couldn't get out of bed to peek at my mom changing clothes. However, my mom is very clean and often takes a bath. But it seems that my mom is afraid that the sound of running water will wake me up, so she always takes a bath after I fall asleep.

Moreover, during this period I stayed up late pretending to be asleep. Although I didn't have a chance to see my mother change clothes, I could hear the sound of her taking a shower, the rushing water in the bathroom, and the sticky sound of shower gel being applied to her body. I couldn't help but get distracted.

It was during this time that I realized my mother showered almost every day, but for a short time. Because I hadn't gotten what I wanted, I was constantly anxious and restless, unable to concentrate, and even felt myself becoming depressed. Driven by this psychological pressure, one day I finally couldn't take it anymore…

It was a weekend evening, Friday night. As usual, I lay in bed pretending to be asleep. In junior high, we had two days off on weekends. Every time we had two days off, I would help my mother at the clinic. My mother would take advantage of these two days to buy some daily necessities, fruits and vegetables, and also clean the house.

Weekends are usually my happiest days, when I can rest and go out to play. But this weekend, I really have no desire to go out. All I want to do is catch a glimpse of my mother's beautiful face and secrets.

After all, I'd seen many pictures of women online—full breasts, hairy crotches, vaginas and labia stretched open by thick, long penises, and so on… But those were just pictures, and to me they always felt fake and unreal. So I was filled with curiosity about my real mother. I lay in bed for a long time. After my mother finished tidying up on the first floor and closed the clinic door, she went upstairs. In the darkness, I felt my mother touch my hair, and then gently kiss my forehead.

A moment later, I heard my mother walk out of the curtain, followed by the sound of the bathroom door opening, and then the sound of running water.

I slowly got out of bed, following the sound of the water. Fortunately, the bed was sturdy enough that it didn't make any obvious creaking or scraping noises. I carefully put on my slippers and then tiptoed towards the bathroom like a thief.

The bathroom was also partitioned off with wooden boards and waterproof plastic inside, so it was rather rudimentary. However, I could see a faint light shining through the bottom of the bathroom door and the part of the partition against the wall, which made me happy.

I tiptoed towards the bathroom. Although it was a short distance, I walked very slowly, terrified of being discovered by my mother. The short distance felt like an endless march, and I tried my best to suppress my breathing.

I don't know why, but thinking about my mother makes me more excited than thinking about my female classmates, and even more excited than seeing pictures and articles online.

I finally arrived at the bathroom. The sound of running water inside was even more refreshing, and I could also hear the sound of a bath towel rubbing against my mother's body.

I looked at the gap under the door, about two centimeters wide, through which light shone. I couldn't help but slowly crouch down and peer through the gap.

As a result, I saw a pair of jade-like feet wearing slippers, stepping on the ground. Water gushed down the feet and onto the floor, before flowing into the drain.

However, the gap was too low. Even if I pressed my cheek against the floor tiles, I could only see my mother's feet and ankles. I couldn't see anything above that unless I dug a hole in the ground to lower my line of sight.

Finally, I had to give up on the gap in the door and started looking for gaps elsewhere. Besides the gap in the door, the only other options were the gaps between the partition and the wall.
Yes. Although some light did get through, it was extremely faint. When I put my face against it, I realized I couldn't see inside at all because the gap was just too narrow.

The bathroom was in a corner on the second floor, so it was divided into two wooden partitions and a door. After searching for a long time, I had to give up. Although the bathroom door wasn't locked, I didn't have the courage to open it.

In the end, I could only listen to the sounds coming from the bathroom and let my mind wander, but it still excited me and made my penis erect.

I couldn't help but reach into my underwear and stroke my erect penis. A wave of pleasure washed over me, almost making me groan.

A moment later, the sound of water in the bathroom suddenly stopped, followed by the sound of a towel being dried and my mother washing the towel. Startled, I quickly tiptoed back to bed and remained in my sleeping position with my face facing inwards.

With my back to the outside of the bed, I was afraid that my mother would turn on the light and find something was wrong. After all, I was breathing rapidly and my face was burning, and my mother might find out that I was pretending to be asleep.

Not long after, Mom came out of the bathroom, then went into bed through the curtain. Although my back was to Mom, the faint scent of her shower gel wafted into my nose, making me involuntarily sniff it.

This was my first attempt to peep at my mom taking a shower, but it ended in failure. Novels are novels, after all. In novels, there are always gaps or holes in the bathroom where you can peep at your mom showering. But in reality, are there even gaps? My mom isn't stupid; she'd definitely make sure the bathroom is completely sealed off, unless there is a gap that she didn't notice… wait, if she didn't notice, and there isn't a gap, then why don't I just create one myself?

I remember that the partition on the left was right next to the window, and the horizontal part of the partition was flush with the edge of the windowsill. If I just made a hole in the gap between the window edge and the partition, wouldn't I be able to see it? With the gap, and the windowsill providing space for me to change the angle of my head, I could change the angle of my view.

Thinking about this, I couldn't help but feel excited. Tomorrow is Saturday, so it seems I need to find an opportunity to do it. At the same time, I can't help but look forward to tomorrow night.

Thinking about this, I couldn't help but feel excited, but I was still a little uncomfortable. The sexual desire that my mother had aroused while she was taking a bath was making me very uncomfortable. My penis was still erect, and I really wanted to masturbate to release it, but I couldn't, because I was really sleepy and couldn't stay awake until my mother fell asleep.

Also, because I had just peeked at my mother taking a shower, I felt a little guilty, so I didn't dare to get up at night.

And so, I drifted off to sleep, and in my sleep I had another dream. The protagonist of the dream was still my mother. In the dream, my mother was taking a bath, and in the steam, her naked, voluptuous body...

I wanted to rush up and make love to my mother, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't reach her. When I woke up the next morning, I had another wet dream, and my underwear was wet; you could even see damp patches on the pockets.

Mom: "Change your underwear and pajamas. I'll do the laundry today..."
After I got up, my mother came in and said that there were new underwear and bedding on the bedside table.

I was talking about clothes, but after hearing my mother's words, I felt nervous and flustered.
Mom: "Why haven't you changed yet?"

After Mom went out for a while, she came back and found the underwear still there. She couldn't help but ask a question. But when she saw my expression, she immediately understood what was going on. After all, I am her precious son, and she knows me better than anyone else.

Mom: "Take it off, don't be afraid..."

My mother came up to me, patted my head, and said gently. She didn't say it too obviously, but I guessed she already knew. After she went out again, I obediently changed my underwear this time. When I took off my underwear, there were strands of clear, sticky fluid connecting the panty lining and the glans, making the underwear wet.

I quickly wrapped my underwear inside my pajamas, making a big bundle. Although this was a self-deceptive act, it did reduce my embarrassment and panic.

After Mom came in, she took the large bundle of underwear from my hands, then gently kissed my cheek. Mom's expression was completely normal...

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