Chapter 13

Time flew by and it was the second weekend. At nine o’clock in the evening, my mother was sitting in the living room pretending to read a book, but she told me to go and rest.

(That lewd mother! She’s probably been waiting for this for ages!)

I sneered inwardly and returned to my room.

At 10 p.m., Mom’s phone vibrated right on time, and she quickly pressed the answer button.

“My beauty, have you seen the gift I gave you?”

“I saw it… How could you give me something like this?”

“Why not? Don’t you like it?”

“And you still say that? This is something only lowly prostitutes would wear…”

I couldn’t help but laugh, and the scene on the other end of the phone flashed before my eyes—my beautiful and charming mother holding the phone in one hand, and pulling a pair of underwear out of a beautifully wrapped gift box with the other, biting her lip shyly, her pretty face flushed with embarrassment and awkwardness.

“How could that be? What woman of the night would dress so provocatively?” I chuckled softly. “My beauty, I carefully selected this according to your hip measurements. It will definitely be comfortable and fit you perfectly!”

“No…no, that’s too embarrassing!” Mom said reproachfully, still refusing to agree.

No wonder, it’s a sexy thong-shaped pair of panties, the style of which is outrageously daring.

The fabric used was extremely frugal, almost entirely made of two black ropes tied together.

The front is a small, transparent piece of fabric that can barely cover the triangular area where the legs meet, leaving the private parts barely visible; the back is even more exaggerated, with only a single strap, leaving the entire buttocks completely exposed.

“How could that be?” I said calmly. “Don’t you have a few pairs of sexy underwear like this in your own closet?”

“Yes, there is…” Mom said embarrassedly, “but it’s not that exaggerated. At most, it’s just a semi-transparent material…”

“My beauty, don’t be so conservative!” I interrupted my mother, encouragingly saying, “Trust me, these panties are designed for women with such a perfect figure like you! After you put them on, I guarantee you’ll experience a unique pleasure unlike anything you’ve ever felt before…”

“Really?” Mom was a little hesitant.

“Of course it’s true!” I said in a low voice. “You know what? If you want to continuously enjoy sexual pleasure, you need all sorts of new and exciting stimulation… It’s precisely because this underwear is so revealing that it exceeds your limits that I want you to wear it… You’ll find that the more nervous and ashamed you feel, the stronger the pleasure will be…”

The person on the other end of the phone listened quietly without saying another word.

But then a rustling sound came over. Clearly, my mother had been persuaded by what I said and was hesitantly taking off her pants, preparing to try on the “gift” I had bought for her.

I couldn’t help but feel secretly smug, and almost laughed out loud! This was already the fourth step of the plan! Mom would never guess the real reason I gave her this thong!

My mother, this mature and beautiful woman who has been empty for so long, has truly aroused my strong sexual desire!

However, this does not mean that my mother will accept incest or agree to me taking advantage of her mature body. After all, the moral taboo formed over decades still holds sway in my mother’s mind, making it difficult for her to overcome her emotional reservations and have sex with me…

I believe the reason my mother rejects incest is primarily because deep down, she instinctively believes such behavior is worse than that of animals, and even the thought of it is shameful. However, everything has two sides; “shame” can sometimes be a catalyst for lust, bringing a strange, criminal thrill! It’s like a woman wearing a miniskirt; when she notices someone peeping at what’s under her skirt, she feels extremely ashamed, but at the same time, she also experiences a kind of illicit pleasure from being spied on! Often, the more private the part being seen, the more excited and stimulated she feels…”

Therefore, the fourth step of the plan is to gradually take measures to subtly connect the source of the mother’s “happiness” with the things she used to despise and scorn!

The goal is to ensure that the mother’s orgasms are always accompanied by feelings of shame.

Ultimately, I want to achieve this goal—that my mother will painfully discover that normal flirting can no longer excite her; only shame can arouse her desire, and the more shameful and lewd the thoughts, the more her desire will boil!

Once this step is taken, incest will no longer be an insurmountable obstacle in the mother’s mind!

And the smooth development of the situation will inevitably lead to this result: the subconscious tells the mother that only the most shameful behavior – incest with her own son – can make her enjoy the most exciting climax!

“Hey, you pervert, I’ve already changed…” My mother’s gentle voice interrupted my thoughts, and she said hesitantly, “But… I don’t have that… that special feeling!”

“Really? My beauty!” I replied casually. “I’m afraid you didn’t pull these stockings on properly… Don’t deny it, I know you only pulled them up to your thighs at most, still far from the top… Listen to me, pull them up a bit higher…”

“Ugh, we can’t… we can’t pull it up any higher…” Mom mumbled. “It’s already hit the bottom, it’s almost sinking in…”

“Trapped? What do you mean?” I asked, feigning surprise.

“You…you’re so annoying! I’m not talking to you anymore!” The mother’s tone was like she was whining.

“I see, you mean ‘eating the cloth,’ right?” I said with a wicked grin. “Tell me quickly, how far have you gotten? Has it already cut into those two petals?”

“No…don’t ask, it’s so embarrassing…”

“Tell me, tell me now!” I pressed on relentlessly.

“Um… that thread is stuck… in that crevice…” Mom mustered her courage and murmured, “It’s tickling me so much… it’s killing me…”

“Where does it itch? Is it your pussy? You can touch it yourself!” I flirted with my mother in a blatant manner.

“You bad man, you…you’re teasing me…oh…” Mom obediently touched her slightly protruding breasts with her right hand, pinching and rubbing her nipples. She felt an electric-like pleasure rushing to her brain. With her left hand, she parted her shallow, inverted triangular pubic hair and stroked her petals, stretching out her five fingers to caress her clitoris and vagina. But the deeper her fingers went in, the more thirsty Mom became, just like an itch that only gets itchier the more you scratch it.

At this moment, the mother inserted her right middle finger deep into the depths of her flower cave, teasing it, twisting her waist left and right, and moaning continuously.

Her sexy waist and hips swayed in sync with the movements of her hands, her eyes glazed over as she gasped for breath.

“My beauty… tell me, who are you thinking about masturbating right now?” I suddenly asked.

“Of course… ooh… he’s my husband, ah… um, um… ah!”

As her muscles tensed, the mother gradually felt a sense of comfort spreading throughout her body. She imagined her husband’s body pressing down on hers, thrusting violently. She felt a thunderous sexual pleasure coursing through her body, letting out a long moan. Her body trembled violently, and she tightened her legs.

Streams of vaginal fluid gushed out from her honeyed orifice, flowing down her mother’s long, white thighs.

“Hmph! Your husband has been abroad for so long! You must be thinking about other men, like me… or… Oh right! Don’t you have a big dick at home? Hehe! It’s your own son’s!” I maliciously tempted my mother.

“You…you shut up…huff…huff…that’s…um…my own son…ah…” The mother could barely speak anymore, only panting and trembling softly. It seemed that the mother was about to climax again…

Soon after, Mom finally reached the climax of her desire.

The intense masturbation finally brought her to orgasm. Her nipples swelled and ached, and her vagina spasmed and tightened in waves. This hard-won orgasmic pleasure made her dizzy, but she dared not make a sound or moan.

I listened silently into the microphone until my mother’s breathing calmed down, then smiled and said, “How was it? Did you realize how useful those pantyhose were? If it weren’t for them, you wouldn’t have gotten into the mood so quickly tonight.”

“What…what does this have to do with it?” Mom asked, puzzled. She paused, then said with a shy, slightly reproachful tone, “In the end, it’s all because of you…you’re so annoying…always saying lewd things to tease people…”

“My beauty, you’ve finally acknowledged my worth, how delightful… But I still have to ask, if those pantyhose hadn’t given you such a powerful sensory, tactile, and psychological experience, would you still be able to enjoy yourself so much?”

The mother was speechless, and said vaguely, “Um… well… I hadn’t thought that much about it…”

“Trust me, it’s true!” I emphasized, speaking in a deep voice, “My beauty, tomorrow morning, I want you to wear these pantyhose to work at the police station…”

“No!” Mom exclaimed almost instinctively, her heart pounding with panic. “This is outrageous! I… I’ll be ridiculed by my colleagues…”

“Who would know? With proper protection, there’s no need to worry about accidental exposure…” I joked lightly. “Just think, as long as those pantyhose are on your butt, you can enjoy unparalleled urges anytime, anywhere! When needed, just hook your fingers on the straps and pull, and you’ll immediately experience the pleasure of being violated… My beauty, this is the perfect masturbation aid, especially for your sensitive constitution…”

“I don’t care, I’m not wearing it… I absolutely won’t wear it!” The mother’s tone was full of complex emotions, a mixture of love and hate. At the same time, a “bang bang” sound came from the phone, clearly indicating that the mother was angrily pounding on the edge of the bed.

“Then, whatever you want!” I shrugged and hung up the phone nonchalantly, secretly deciding that this time I would just observe and wait, and not use force to make my mother give in!

After all, while coercion is an effective method, it can only temporarily make a mother’s mature body yield to her instinctive reactions, and it cannot break down her mental defenses at all!

So this time, I’m determined to make Mom surrender willingly, turning her from a passive to an active participant, pushing herself into the abyss of indulgence…

“Xiao Lun, aren’t you going to school yet? It’s almost eight o’clock!” In the morning, my mother, dressed elegantly and appropriately, walked out of the bedroom, picked up her small handbag, and looked at me with surprise as she asked.

“School is closed today…” I answered briefly, glancing at my mother, who was still wearing her dignified and serious police uniform.

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

This is an ordinary action, nothing particularly noteworthy.

But suddenly, I noticed that my mother’s expression had changed somewhat!

The mother’s face flushed with embarrassment, and a few beads of sweat appeared on the tip of her nose. Her straight, pink legs stopped halfway up, neither able to go up nor down, as if she were under a spell, frozen in mid-air.

A thought flashed through my mind, and I suddenly realized… This slutty mother, unable to resist temptation, had indeed changed into those sexy panties!

However, Mom was still a little shy, so she gave up the skirt suit and wore trousers instead.

However, with the tight constriction of the pantyhose drawstring, even the slightest movement of her leg aggravated her sensitive flesh, trapping her in this awkward situation where she couldn’t move…

(Hey, you slutty mother! You’re already getting horny before you’ve even left the house… Fine, let me see what kind of ugly face you’ll make in front of your own son!) I thought bitterly, turning my head away, but my eyes were still fixed on my mother out of the corner of my eye. Suddenly, I said, “Mom, you seem… off today…”

“Mom, something’s wrong!” Mom exclaimed anxiously, then probably realized something was amiss.

“She looks prettier than usual!” I said, pretending to suddenly realize.

Mom gave a soft “humph,” biting her lip with her white teeth. Her slender body swayed slightly as she carefully moved her pink legs, her delicate hands trembling as she slipped on her high heels.

Then, Mom slowly lowered her legs…

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

“Ah—” Mom screamed in fright, her legs involuntarily kicking out and landing heavily on the floor.

Because Mom fell to the ground, her police skirt rode up. The skirt was already short, and half of Mom’s plump buttocks were exposed. Her two long legs were straight and firm, and her buttocks were round and plump. Moreover, Mom was wearing a shameful thong under my coercion, so her private parts were completely exposed. Her mons pubis, which was as prominent as a small mountain, was completely exposed, and even the deep groove in her mons pubis could be seen clearly.

Especially the semi-transparent briefs and thongs, with a small, transparent piece of fabric in the front, allowed me to see my mother’s private parts, which should have been completely covered by stockings, clearly. My gaze was fixed on them, and the thick pubic hair exuded a strong scent of the opposite sex.

I gasped, frozen in place, my big cock hard from the stimulation. My mother’s vulva was so bulging; I couldn’t imagine how pleasurable it would be to insert my big cock inside. Afraid of attracting my mother’s attention, I quickly stood up and pretended to be completely normal, as if I hadn’t seen anything.

My mother didn’t notice anything wrong with my gaze. Instead, she nervously tugged at her skirt and asked anxiously, “What’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing, I just killed a mosquito!” I said casually, flicking my fingers.

“Why are you swatting mosquitoes so hard! You scared your mother!” Mom was both annoyed and amused. Her pretty face flushed red as she stood up, not daring to look me in the eye. She hurriedly put on her shoes, not expecting to make a mistake in her haste.

My foot slipped and I fell backward. I rushed over to support my mother, and instinctively, I gripped her soft breasts tightly with both hands.

“Ah—!” Mom groaned, her body, which had just regained its balance, went limp again. Feeling the force coming from her nipples, a gush of vaginal fluid spurted out from her vagina.

“Mom, are you alright?” I asked, feigning concern, while sniffing and asking in confusion, “Where’s that pungent smell coming from?”

“Don’t talk nonsense!” Mom quickly broke free from my arm and hurried out as if she were escaping.

Staring at my mother’s graceful and beautiful back, I was immediately filled with an indescribable feeling: Who would have thought that a woman as elegant and beautiful as my mother would wear such daring and provocative underwear under her elegant and fashionable outfit?

I couldn’t help but swallow greedily, recalling my mother’s large breasts and bulging vulva inside her panties, as well as her alluring curves, dark pubic hair, and protruding vulva.

My penis became even hotter, and I really wanted to blast my thick semen into my mother’s womb like a cannonball. I fantasized about the pleasure my mother would feel from being penetrated by me.

I can imagine that Mom will be constantly stimulated today, frequently on the verge of excitement! That’s exactly what I want to achieve…

Yes, I want to gradually get my mother used to these underwear, and even get used to this wanton and lewd behavior…

When Mom started making masturbation, which included the thrill of infidelity, a part of her daily life, I could start planning my actual actions…

The following evening, I called my mother again.

After answering the phone, the mother said nervously, “Please, please stop bothering me, okay? You’re driving me crazy.”

I ignored her on the phone and continued, “My beauty, how many times did you masturbate yesterday? If it were me, with your amazing pussy, I could shoot more than five times inside you. I wonder if your husband has that ability?” Hearing the increasingly lewd words on the phone, my mother felt annoyed, but she didn’t dare to hang up, otherwise the other party would try to harass her in every way possible.

“Please stop talking, okay? Please.”

It seems I’m driving my mom crazy.

“I can keep quiet, but answer me honestly: did you masturbate last night? If you did, how many times did you orgasm? Haha.”

He finished speaking and then burst into a lewd laugh.

Hearing Mr. Demon’s perverted demands over the phone, the mother said helplessly, “No, I didn’t masturbate yesterday. Okay, I’ve answered all your questions. Can you please stop bothering me in the future?”

“Alright, if you can answer the following questions truthfully, I promise I won’t bother you anymore. How about it? Are you interested in answering the following questions?”

“You!! You broke your promise! You said you’d stop bothering me if you answered my question.”

“Oh my, a beauty is beautiful, even her angry voice is lovely.”

In response to the other person’s harassment, the mother numbly said, “Please, stop harassing me, okay? You’re driving me crazy.”

The other person seemed not to hear the mother’s words and continued talking to himself, “My beauty, I really want to make love to you. I really want to insert my big cock into your honey hole and see you moan loudly as I penetrate you. Then we’ll both have an orgasm, and at that moment, your long, beautiful legs will be tightly wrapped around my waist. Then I’ll thrust hard, and with a ‘ah’ sound, I’ll ejaculate, and then I’ll fill your honey hole with my hot semen.”

Seeing that the other person was going too far, the mother shook her head and cried out, “Please, stop talking…”

I leered and said, “Fine! I won’t tell you, but you have to go to the toilet and masturbate right now!”

The mother had no choice but to agree.

After successfully getting my mom to masturbate in the bathroom, I immediately followed her secretly and then peeked from outside the bathroom door.

There, I saw a plump, white body sitting on the toilet with her legs spread apart, exposing her pink private parts that were dripping with lustful fluids. It was my policewoman mother!

Mom was indeed wearing sexy lingerie! Gazing at the beautiful sight before me, I vigorously rubbed my big cock.

“My beauty, you should touch your private parts!”

The mother slowly lowered her right hand, gently placing her index and middle fingers on her private parts.

“My beauty, your filthy private parts are already soaking wet, aren’t they?”

“No…no…” Mom retorted, blushing. In fact, she had already discovered that her private parts were already soaked with fluid, which seeped from her pantyhose and glistened.

“Don’t lie to me! I know your private parts very well! You must be aroused, hurry up and rub it!”

The mother had no choice but to rub her private parts as instructed over the phone.

“Mmm…mmm…ah…” My mother’s ethereal moans reached my ears, and in an instant, my big cock rose as if injected with adrenaline. My hand unconsciously reached out to touch it. My mother’s moans were much more pleasant than the voices of some actresses in Japan. They were delicate, soft, and gentle, which made me feel extremely aroused.

“My beauty, please rub your filthy private parts hard!” I lewdly said.

The mother held the phone in her left hand, listening to the horrible threats, while her right hand unconsciously increased the intensity and speed of her kneading.

My passion was aroused once again. I peered through the small gap and saw my mother sitting on the toilet with her eyes half-closed and an expression of ecstasy. A set of purple lingerie and my mother’s fair and delicate skin came into my view at the same time. I saw a purple lace bra piled on my mother’s breasts, and purple lace panties that could barely cover anything were pushed up to her calves.

“Mmm…mmm…ah…mmm…oh…” The mother kept kneading and circling her girlish pink areolas with one hand, while the other hand was rubbing her vulva. The mother’s pubic hair was not thick, but it was not too little either. The hair was covered with muddy fluid and looked very lewd.

Mom spread her legs wide, holding a phone in one hand while vigorously rubbing her crotch with the other. Her expression shifted between pleasure, pain, anger, and helplessness. Her mouth was slightly open, but her eyes were tightly closed.

Waves of pleasure washed over her, and the mother couldn’t help but quicken her rubbing, tilting her head back as if she were about to reach orgasm.

Listening to my mother’s alluring moans and gazing at her charming expression, I couldn’t help but speed up my masturbation, saying, “My beauty, quickly take out the vibrator I sent you last time, insert it into your cunt, and make it climax!”

“Waaah…” Mom sobbed as she pulled out the giant vibrator from the side! The shaft was almost as thick as Mom’s arm, and the glans at the front was even more grotesque and terrifying!

The vibrator was clearly enormous. Given the narrowness of Mom’s vagina, inserting such a massive vibrator was truly unimaginable. Mom raised her legs high, exposing her lower body even more, making her movements even more sensual. With both hands and a serious expression, she tried to force the vibrator in. With a “plop,” the tip of the vibrator was squeezed into her tender vagina and pushed deeper inside. Mom’s expression shifted from surprise to satisfaction, her pretty face flushing even more with excitement. Then, without hesitation, Mom turned on the vibrator’s electric switch, and the vicious giant began to twist and rotate violently!

The mother squinted her eyes, and it was impossible to know what she was thinking at that moment. However, with each insertion and withdrawal, her body rose and fell, which seemed to be very stimulating.

“Ugh… Ugh… Ugh… Ugh…” Time passed second by second. Mom held the vibrator in her hand and began to thrust faster. She started to moan in her throat. Her pubic hair was wet with the vaginal fluid that was being drawn out. Her labia were constantly turned outward with the vibrator. Each time her labia turned outward, a pink tinge would emerge from the thick black hair.

“Squeak squeak squeak squeak…” The vibrator kept going in and out of the mother’s vagina, rubbing against the vaginal walls and making a sound of vaginal fluid rubbing together.

The mother’s hand unconsciously tightened, and the insertion became more and more forceful. This was completely different from real intercourse. The mother held the vibrator and controlled everything, able to adjust the depth and speed of her insertion according to her own physical needs.

The enormous vibrator ravaged the tender, pink vagina. The size and vibration of the vibrator were quite terrifying, and the mother’s body stiffened almost without her moving!

Her flushed body gradually turned even more crimson, and more fragrant sweat beaded on her pretty cheeks. The trembling of her delicate body intensified, and a series of sweet and charming moans escaped her lips. Her body convulsed violently once again. The pleasure from the rotating vibrator was fast, intense, and fierce. The thick shaft with its textured surface relentlessly pressed against the tender flesh of her sensitive honeypot. Orgasms occurred almost every second, so intense that her tongue lolled out. But even this orgasm seemed insufficient to satisfy her!

The mother, whose body was contorted in the video, no longer allowed the vibrator to remain vibrating in her vagina. Instead, she began to thrust and manipulate the vibrator vigorously. With each thrust, the hard vibrator pierced deep into her vagina, and with each withdrawal, it was as if she was trying to pull out her delicate vagina as well!

“Ah…ahhh…” As lust intensified, the previously suppressed moans gradually became more open, and with the frequency of masturbation, the mother’s buttocks rose and fell, her breathing became more and more rapid, and the secretion of more and more lustful fluid was increasing. The floor under the mother’s crotch was already covered with thick, crystal-clear love fluid.

Judging from the mother’s physical reaction, it seems that she is about to have an orgasm.

“Ahhhhhh” At the moment of climax, Mom let out a long, melodious moan, her voice full of allure and seduction.

Watching my mother’s body tremble during her orgasm, I was extremely excited. It’s possible that my mother has never had a real orgasm since my parents got married.

“Ah…uh…” As the climax approached, Mom inserted the vibrator to the deepest part of her vagina. At the last moment, she covered her mouth with her hand, only making a few “click-click” sounds of her vocal cords rubbing together deep in her throat.

Apart from the slight “buzzing!” vibration of the electric motor, the toilet was silent, and it seemed that the mother’s masturbation was coming to an end.

“Mmm… Ugh…” With a muffled groan, Mom’s body tensed up, her large breasts instantly rising and becoming even more prominent. Then, her jade-like back, which was leaning against the toilet, gradually arched high, and her lower body, still with the huge vibrator inserted, also rose to its limit. Her entire exquisite body was supported by her head and feet, and her suspended body quickly drew a fleshy arch in mid-air.

Her bent legs suddenly straightened, and even her slippers fell to the ground. With a soft “pop,” the huge vibrator was instantly forced out of her body by the immense pressure inside her cavity. The vaginal opening, which had not closed, gushed out a stream of clear liquid, which sprayed onto the floor and walls in front of her!

“Oh…woo…ah!!!” Only then did Mom let out a blissful moan!

The beautiful arch bridge collapsed onto the toilet, but after just touching the toilet seat, it arched upwards again, even more so than before. The immense elasticity caused Mom’s feet to lift off the ground instantly.

The mother’s body bounced up and down repeatedly, arching into the air before falling heavily, then bouncing up again. Meanwhile, the water jets from her honey pot kept gushing out, and her seductive moans never stopped. This magnificent climax lasted for a full two minutes!

Then Mom’s body went limp, and she collapsed onto the toilet…

As my mother’s vaginal fluids gushed onto the door, I lost my temper and ejaculated a thick stream of semen. Perhaps I was too aroused, because my crotch was completely soaked!

“Ha…ha…ha…” After the clear stream stopped spraying, Mom squatted on the ground, panting heavily.

After a long while, the climax subsided, and the guilty mother tiptoed and landed barefoot on the ground. The afterglow of the climax had not yet dissipated. Because she had just climaxed, her body was still twitching slightly. Between the slight opening and closing of her two tender labia, streams of clear fluid kept gushing out from that alluring valley. The mother never expected that secretly masturbating could be so stimulating and so comfortable.

But I felt incredibly good. The way my mother squatted down and thrust her hips forward to ejaculate when she climaxed was so lewd, a complete contrast to her usual dignified and pure demeanor. This scene made me feel a little unfamiliar, but more than anything, I was sexually aroused.

“Sigh…” After the climax, Mom tried to get up, but she couldn’t stand up straight from her squatting position. In the end, she had to hold onto the toilet seat to slowly get up.

I know that my mother, who is in such good physical condition, is weak. I know that her long, beautiful legs are not as weak as they look. Those legs have super explosive power. My mother, who knows martial arts, can kick a big man away. She was able to use her knee to send me flying from the bed to the floor, which is enough to prove this point.

However, at this moment, these beautiful legs with their incredible explosive power could not support the mother’s body, and she had to rely on the toilet.

The mother’s legs were still trembling slightly as she stood up, which showed how intense her orgasm had been.

After a while, Mom came to her senses, wiped her crotch with a tissue, and then wiped the floor.

“My beauty, you did well today, so I’ll let you off the hook for now. See you tomorrow!” The text message from that person came through the phone again. The mother stared at it blankly, not knowing whether to be happy or worried.

She quickly tidied herself up, but the blush on her cheeks wouldn’t go away. The mother walked out of the bathroom, looking dejected.

What awaits me tomorrow?

Dragging her somewhat heavy steps back to the bedroom, Mom collapsed onto the bed and fell asleep.

When the mother woke up the next morning, she felt ashamed when she thought about the masturbation she had done in the bathroom the night before, but the unique stimulation still shocked her.

I never imagined that I, a noble police officer, would do such a despicable thing at home. If others found out, how could I go on living?

But after feeling guilty, the mother began to miss that suppressed pleasure, that feeling of being in paradise but having to suppress herself and not letting others know.

I wonder if Mr. Inner Demon is satisfied with his performance, or if he is masturbating wildly in front of his own performance, ejaculating thick turbid fluid just like me.

As she thought about it, she started to get wet down there again, and her right hand unconsciously lifted her nightgown and gently rubbed it through her pantyhose.

“Mmm, so good… This is the feeling… More… More intense… Mmm…” The pressure of her fingers gradually increased, and the speed also increased. The part of her pantyhose directly in front of her vulva was slowly soaked with the love fluid that flowed out. But no matter how hard she tried, she still felt something was missing, just like the feeling she had in class today.

(Could I be starting to enjoy this feeling of masturbation? Am I just born a slut who sleeps with anyone…?)

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

The mother broke out in a cold sweat. If her own son saw her in this lewd state, she wondered what he would think of his mother.

Mom hurriedly straightened her slightly disheveled clothes, but the flush on her face remained.

“Mom, why aren’t you up yet to make breakfast? I have to go to school.”

“Oh, Mom isn’t feeling well today, why don’t you go eat out?”

“Hey, Mom, are you not feeling well? Your face is a little red. Do you have a cold?”

Mom’s heart tightened, but she suppressed her anxiety and said, “No, it’s probably just that I was a little tired from being in the air conditioner for too long last night.”

“Oh, Mom, you’d better be careful. I’m going now.”

“Okay, Mom understands. Mom needs to get dressed. You can go out now.”

I turned my back to my mother and left, and then her phone rang.

“My beauty, today you’ll be wearing black pantyhose and the sexy underwear I bought you under your police skirt. If you don’t comply, think about the consequences.”

Despite her reluctance, Mom opened the closet and picked out a pair of thick, opaque black pantyhose. The crotch of these pantyhose was thickened, perhaps to provide some sense of security.

Then Mom sat down at the dressing table, put on her police uniform, and looked at herself in the mirror. She had shaken off the gloom that had followed her husband’s death and now had a faint, elusive radiance. Her skin was fair with a hint of red, as if she had returned to her teenage years.

(As long as I’m careful, no one should notice anything unusual…)

Mom put on a little makeup, her hair was piled up high, and her figure was perfectly outlined by her police uniform, especially her legs in black stockings under her skirt. Mom looked so charming today.

I was overjoyed. Under my patient guidance, my mother’s style had become increasingly frivolous and unrestrained.

The conservative clothes that used to be displayed in the closet were gradually replaced by the sexy outfits I gave her every day.

These expensive bras and panties, available in various styles, all share a common characteristic: they are undeniably sexy and provocative.

And just as expected, Mom became increasingly enthusiastic about wearing these hot and seductive lingerie when going out.

Of course, the mother’s appearance remained quite dignified and self-possessed, and she remained indifferent to the many admirers around her.

But only I knew that my mother’s body was burning with desire, and that the slightest spark could ignite her lust completely!

I felt both excited and uneasy about this.

Seeing my mother gradually descending into depravity without her even realizing it, and getting very close to the trap I had laid, was certainly a dream come true. But I often felt a certain worry in my heart: if things continued to develop like this, would my mother’s personality be completely distorted in the future, and would she become a shameless, promiscuous woman?

However, having come this far, there’s no turning back for either of us. Even knowing that what lies ahead is a dark, bottomless abyss, I will hold my mother and jump in without hesitation!