Chapter 63

“You filthy mother.” Amidst this series of pleasures, Shufen gradually drifted off to sleep.

From that day on, Pan Ming slowly began to understand what he had thought was an “illness” and what had given him pleasure, gaining some understanding of sexual matters. Therefore, Pan Ming gradually began to pay attention to women, becoming increasingly curious about their bodies. The woman closest to him, his mother, became his target. He found that whenever he saw his mature, voluptuous, and beautiful mother wearing very little clothing, and unintentionally making certain movements—such as bending down to pick something up, swaying her hips as she walked in front of him, or wearing loose pajamas after a shower—he felt his mouth go dry and his penis would become erect. At home, Pan Ming often created opportunities to spy on Shufen, because in the hot summer, Shufen’s alluring body was only covered by a little clothing; sometimes, if he was lucky, he could even see the deep cleavage and the long, snow-white inner thighs.

One holiday morning, Shufen called Panming to get up for breakfast. But after calling him many times, she found he still hadn’t gotten up, so she decided to go to his bedroom. When she arrived, she saw him still fast asleep, not even properly covered by the blanket. Shufen walked over, laughing and scolding, “Aren’t you getting up? Look at you, such a grown man, and you can’t even cover yourself properly!” At this point, Panming had actually gotten up. But he was too scared to get up now; he’d fallen asleep right after masturbating the night before and wasn’t wearing any pants.

Shufen, unaware of the danger, assumed Pan Ming was still lazing in bed like he did when he was a child, and pulled back the covers as usual. But what she saw left her speechless, her face burning with embarrassment. She saw her son’s large penis again; although it wasn’t erect, its size was already astonishing. Shufen froze for a moment before realizing she shouldn’t have looked at her son’s private parts like that. At that moment, Pan Ming also felt embarrassed and nervous.

Fortunately, Shufen quickly forced herself to remain calm and said, “Look at you, you’re such a grown-up. Even if you’re hot, you can’t sleep without pants. What if you catch a cold? Hurry up and put on some clothes and come down for dinner.” After saying that, she hurried out. Pan Ming also breathed a sigh of relief.

When Shufen got downstairs, her heart was still pounding, and she felt a little wet down there. So she went to the bathroom to check and found that she really was aroused. Shufen couldn’t help but blame herself for being so lewd, getting aroused so easily, but she still couldn’t help thinking about her son’s big penis. As she thought about it, she took off her underwear. Since she was at home, she didn’t rush to change after leaving the bathroom.

Pan Ming changed his clothes and went downstairs to use the restroom. Inside, he found a pair of underwear in the washing machine, still damp. A thought crossed his mind: “Could it be that Mom saw me and got aroused? Does she have desire for me? That can’t be, right? If it is…” Pan Ming couldn’t help but think, and then a wave of fantasies washed over him. Then he remembered that Mom wasn’t wearing underwear. This thought immediately conjured up images of his mother without underwear, and his mind raced. He quickly washed his face, brushed his teeth, and went out to eat breakfast.

While eating breakfast, Pan Ming was still thinking about his mother not wearing underwear when he suddenly realized she was sitting right across from him. He pretended to drop his chopsticks and went to pick them up. As he bent down, he quickly glanced down at his crotch and discovered that his mother really wasn’t wearing underwear. He saw a sight he’d never seen before: “Between her two white thighs was a tuft of dark hair, within which was a narrow, pink slit, encased by two reddish-black labia, looking like a plump abalone.” This sight made Pan Ming instantly forget he was picking up chopsticks.

Shufen was puzzled when she saw Pan Ming taking so long to pick up a chopstick. Suddenly, she thought, “Could it be that he noticed I wasn’t wearing underwear? Could he be looking?” This thought inexplicably excited Shufen. Instead of scolding him, she felt a desire to tease her son, as if it would give her pleasure. So, she casually spread her legs slightly, allowing her son to see her private parts. This gave Pan Ming a feast for the eyes. After watching for a while, he quickly straightened up and continued eating, not daring to look up at his mother, because if he did, people would definitely notice his flushed face. The meal was finished amidst their own preoccupations.

From that day on, Pan Ming and Shu Fen would each find opportunities to observe the other. Shu Fen would sometimes deliberately pull the blanket while waking Pan Ming to see if he was wearing pants underneath, or she would wear very little clothing and make extremely seductive gestures in front of him. Pan Ming, in turn, wanted to see his mother’s reaction and seduce her, so he often slept without underwear. He would also frequently masturbate with his mother’s still-wet underwear after she changed, and then find a suitable opportunity to peek at her. As these incidents became more frequent, they seemed to have developed a tacit understanding, but neither dared to take the first step. They both knew that the mother-son relationship stood between them.

One night, Pan Ming got up to use the bathroom. Passing by his mother’s bedroom, he noticed it was unlocked, but no one was inside. Feeling puzzled, he went to the bathroom and found someone inside. His mother was there. Suddenly, he heard her calling his name. Just as he was about to respond, he heard something even more shocking. He heard his mother yell, “Ming’er, come on, fuck me to death! Use your big cock to fuck your bitch hard! Your mother is a bitch! Fuck her! Fuck your mother instead of your father! Blame your father for not satisfying your mother! Oh oh oh oh oh… so good! Mmm… so good! Ming’er, I’m all yours! Fuck me to death!”

Hearing this, Pan Ming’s penis had grown several times larger. So, he decided to peek through the crack in the bathroom door to see how his mother was masturbating. Through the narrow crack, Pan Ming saw his mother sitting naked on the toilet seat, leaning against the wall, one leg raised and placed on the washing machine, the other leg stretched to the other side, her head slightly tilted back, her sexy little mouth open, her eyes half-open and half-closed, her dark hair scattered messily over her shoulders, one hand on her full breasts, kneading them vigorously, while the other hand reached into her vagina, extending her middle finger and repeatedly thrusting it in and out of her vagina. Each withdrawal of her finger brought out some fluid, and each insertion caused his mother to convulse or let out a moan.

Seeing this gruesome scene, Pan Ming realized his penis was uncontrollably erect, so he pulled it out and masturbated outside the toilet while listening to his mother’s masturbation and moans. After a while, he noticed Shufen was about to come out, so he quickly hid and waited until his mother left before going to the toilet. There he found a pair of underwear in the toilet, his mother’s, with a large puddle of water on it. He picked it up and smelled a fishy odor. At that moment, he realized that his mother was also interested in him and wanted to have sex with him to release her pent-up desires. What surprised him even more was how seductive and wanton his usually quiet and virtuous mother was when she was aroused. This discovery gave Pan Ming a very good plan for his mother’s body.

Pan Ming’s 14th birthday arrived. That day, Shufen prepared a lavish meal to celebrate and even bought a bottle of wine to add to the festivities. Mother and son ate and chatted, the atmosphere very pleasant. For some reason, Pan Ming kept urging his mother to drink. After several glasses of wine, Shufen’s face was flushed, and she looked even more delicate. At this point, Pan Ming suggested playing a game with his mother: comparing the scores of two clocks, with the lower score being punished. Shufen, wanting to make her son happy and slightly tipsy, agreed.

Then Pan Ming suggested, “The loser has to be punished, otherwise, no one will play seriously, and it’s no fun. How about this, the loser takes off a piece of clothing.” Pan Ming’s heart was pounding as he said this. He had planned this game in advance; he really wanted to see his mother’s alluring body under the fabric that time, and deep down, he had an even stronger desire to explore her paradise.

Shufen hesitated upon hearing Pan Ming’s punishment, but then the image of that intimidating yet irresistibly alluring large penis flashed before her eyes, and her deep-seated sexual desires made it impossible for her to resist the temptation. So, she pretended to reluctantly agree. And so, with both of them harboring their own desires, they began playing a striptease game.

Pan Ming lost a few times at first, so he took off a few pieces of clothing. Because of the hot weather and the fact that he was at home and didn’t wear many clothes, he was left with only his underwear. Shu Fen pretended to glance at Pan Ming’s lower body by chance and found that his underwear had become a small tent. Immediately, her heart raced, her face turned crimson, and her vulva began to secrete nectar.

In the following rounds, the situation completely changed. Shufen lost two rounds in a row, leaving her only in her bra. The black lace bra made Pan Ming swallow hard. When it came time to take off her pants, Shufen didn’t want to, because of the hot weather, she was now going commando. But Pan Ming insisted that Shufen continue taking them off, joking and teasing her, even threatening to come over and help her if she didn’t. Shufen laughed and scolded, “You perverted boy, you want to see your mother naked so badly? I won’t let you see, I’ll make you anxious.” Her laughter was full of lust, mature and alluring.

Hearing such provocative words, Pan Ming could no longer restrain himself. He walked over, laughing, and started pulling at Shufen’s pants. In the ensuing struggle, Shufen’s pants came off. As soon as they were off, Pan Ming was stunned. He felt a rush of heat to his head and swallowed hard. Those long, slender legs were white and even, without an ounce of excess fat. Between her legs was a tuft of dark pubic hair, and within that hair, a pinkish slit was faintly visible. At this moment, Shufen also felt hot all over. She quickly covered herself, scolding, “You brat, have you seen enough? I’m not convinced! Let’s keep playing and see how you lose!”

At this point, Pan Ming had no interest in playing; his entire focus was on his mother’s voluptuous body, resulting in a series of losses. When it was Pan Ming’s turn to take off his underwear, he felt embarrassed. However, at Shu Fen’s insistence, he had no choice but to do so. This caused Shu Fen’s vagina to become even more wet, as she finally saw that large penis again. The enormous purple glans was proudly facing Shu Fen, as if saying, “Ready, I’m about to attack.” Pan Ming then begged to play more, because he still wanted to see Shu Fen’s two large breasts. After a few rounds, he got his wish.

At this moment, the mother and son were both naked facing each other. Pan Ming’s large penis was engorged with blood due to excitement, the glans was red and swollen, and he was panting heavily. His eyes were fixed on Shu Fen’s two white, large, and firm breasts and her private parts. Shu Fen, on the other hand, had dazed eyes, her small mouth slightly open, and she was also panting. Her eyes were also flickering, wanting to look at her son, but traditional ideas would not allow her to continue.

Shufen kept telling herself, “That’s your son across from you. You can’t do incest.” But her body reacted instinctively. She tightened her legs and rubbed them together, and “dewdrops” began to appear between her dark pubic hair. Her full breasts had developed very clear areolas, and her purplish-red, jewel-like nipples hardened. One of her hands unconsciously reached towards her lower abdomen, while the other hand began to reach towards her large breasts.

Shufen couldn’t take it anymore; her legs started to weaken, and her heart was pounding. Just then, Shufen stumbled and lost her balance. Pan Ming rushed forward and caught her, and the two of them fell onto the carpet together. Their position at this moment was even more arousing: one of Pan Ming’s hands was on Shufen’s full breasts, while the other rested on her white, pert buttocks. He lay on top of her, and because Pan Ming was quite tall and well-developed, the petite Shufen was on top of him. At that moment, Shufen felt a jolt, as she felt her son’s large penis pressing against the outside of her vagina. In an instant, excitement, stimulation, and fear surged through her. She struggled to get up, but Pan Ming’s strong hands held her firmly.

As Shufen tried to stand up, she said to Pan Ming in a trembling voice, “Son, let me go quickly and end this game. Something bad will happen if this continues.” But for Pan Ming, this was an opportunity to get to know and understand women better, so how could he let go? Besides, he was very excited and his mind was full of thoughts about his mother’s mature body, and his hands were moving slightly.

Amidst his mother’s struggles and friction, Pan Ming became increasingly aroused. He hugged Shufen even tighter and whispered in her ear, “Mom, I’ve actually liked you for a long time. I really want to do it with you, I really want to penetrate your vagina, I really do. Every time I see your mature and voluptuous body, I get excited. I have to think about your body at night and masturbate before I can fall asleep. I know this is incest, but I just can’t help it. I know you’ve been suffering a lot too, often relying on masturbation to relieve yourself. Dad can’t satisfy you often, you’ve suffered too much, so let your son satisfy you.”

Shufen was stunned by Pan Ming’s words. She hadn’t realized her place in her son’s heart. She felt she should be angry, but for some reason, she felt a sliver of joy and excitement, and her struggles became less forceful. However, she still said, “How can this be? We’re mother and son! This is incest! Absolutely not!”

Pan Ming sensed a softening in his mother’s tone and decided to arouse her desire. He gently nibbled at her earlobe, then slowly kissed down her neck. His hands roamed over her body, his grip on her large breasts tightening, occasionally pinching her hard nipples. Each pinch elicited a soft moan from Shufen. Meanwhile, his other hand slowly descended into her vagina.

Under the assault of Pan Ming’s two An Lushan-like hands, Shufen became even more limp, utterly powerless. She didn’t know whether to hold her son or continue supporting herself on the ground. Finally, in a moment of hesitation, her hand moved to Pan Ming’s penis and instinctively grabbed it. Only after grasping it did she realize the size of his penis in her hand. At that moment, driven by her husband’s revenge for not satisfying her, her doting on her son, and her extreme psychological and physical needs, she simply held it, enjoying the stimulation and the burning sensation emanating from his penis.

At this moment, Pan Ming’s hand had already reached the peach blossom garden. He discovered that his mother’s private parts were completely wet, and when he touched them, his hand was covered in her vaginal fluid. It turned out that his mother, like him, also wanted to do it, but was constrained by moral limitations.