Chapter 2 Oedipus Diary + Side Story

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Mother Oedipus Diary

That day, I had dinner with my classmates, so I didn’t get home until after midnight.

I was afraid of waking my mother, so I tried to keep my voice down when I came in.

As I passed my mother’s room, I gently pushed the half-open door open a crack and found that my mother was still awake.

She was sitting on the edge of the bed, engrossed in reading, with the bedside lamp on. Her back to the door was turned, so she didn’t notice me.

I then quietly walked back to my room.

After returning to my room, I habitually opened my locked secret drawer.

“Ah!” I discovered that the things in my hidden drawer had been moved. For a long time, the things I’d kept inside…

The placement of the items on the west side was crystal clear.

Not only was the location slightly off, but something also seemed to be missing. I immediately checked, and oh no!

My diary is missing.

What I call a “dark cabinet” is just a large wooden box where I kept some personal belongings when I was little. When I was a child, it contained comics…

After I started reading picture books in junior high school and came into contact with pornographic publications, I locked them away and made a three-point agreement with my mother.

You are not allowed to view my private collection.

Over the years, the contents of his collection were constantly changed. One day, after high school, he accidentally saw his mother changing clothes, and from then on…

He began to become obsessed with his mother’s body, collecting a considerable number of novels, books, videotapes, and DVDs.

Besides DVDs and his mother’s sexy panties, he also wrote his sexual fantasies about his mother in his diary.

I was initially quite angry and wanted to storm into my mother’s room to confront her about why she broke her promise, but slowly…

After calming down, I thought, since things have already come to this point, any reaction I make will only worsen the relationship between my son and me.

It’ll only make things more awkward. Just pretend you don’t know and observe your mother’s reaction first.

So I left the room and tiptoed to my mother’s room. Light shone through the crack in the door…

I knew she was still reading, and it was probably my diary filled with confessions to my mother. I also…

I walked quietly to the living room, opened and closed the front door, letting it make a sound to indicate that I was home.

Just as I slammed the door shut, I noticed the light in my mother’s room suddenly went out.

Confirming that my mother was secretly reading my diary, I deliberately went to her room, pushed open the door, and softly called out.

She said:

“mom”

My mother was pretending to be asleep and didn’t respond to me. I thought to myself, the diary is probably still hidden under the blanket.

I quietly went back to my room to get a change of clothes and then went to the bathroom to shower. I usually shower around 2 AM.

About ten minutes later, I went into the bathroom but didn’t actually take a shower; I just wanted to give my mom time to put the diary back.

I went because I guessed she was probably worried I’d find the diary missing after my shower, and if I waited until tomorrow…

It’s too late.

I turned on the tap to make the sound of running water and deliberately sang to indicate that I was taking a shower, but actually I was using the shower to…

The child in the room was observing his mother’s actions through the crack in the door. Sure enough, after a while, his mother also tiptoed out of her room.

Meanwhile, she was holding my diary. Only after she left my room and went back to her own room did I leave the bathroom and return home.

In my own room, the first thing I did, of course, was to open the hidden drawer to check. Sure enough, it had been put back, and was clearly in a very good place.

In the rush, the seats were all placed upside down.

I didn’t sleep much that night, my mind racing with thoughts of how to handle the situation. It was obvious, even my mother…

I’ll definitely pretend this never happened, and although I didn’t write in my Oedipus diary every day, it still took several years.

It’s a thick book, and especially after I went to university, my admiration for my mother’s maturity has become an inescapable obsession.

The degree. So all I wrote in my diary was how I secretly admired my mother from behind, how much I loved her.

He admired her full breasts and high buttocks, and even spied on her while she showered and changed clothes, and masturbated with her panties.

And so on.

I figured she might not have finished reading it yet, so I made a assumption that she might come back to get it while I wasn’t there.

To prove this, I placed a hair on the spine of my diary, then locked the drawer. Tomorrow, I’ll put that hair…

If Fa wasn’t there, it meant she had come and touched something else. I only went to sleep after everything was arranged. But upon entering…

Before drifting off to sleep, I came up with another daring plan.

The next day was the same as usual; my mother woke me up, and there was nothing particularly unusual, except that…

She clearly hadn’t slept all night; her eyes were bloodshot, and she kept yawning. After washing up, I went out.

I’m off to school.

I am an only child. My father passed away when I was young, and my mother took over his clothing business when she was twenty-five.

Although I’ve had no shortage of suitors over the past decade or so, my mother has never…

She remarried, and perhaps due to her long-term managerial role requiring social interaction, her mother was more concerned about her health.

She’s been taking very good care of herself; you can’t tell she’s almost forty.

Perhaps because I never had any sisters growing up, I’m particularly dependent on my mother, but I haven’t…

It is expected that in the end it will turn into a mother complex.

Because of what happened yesterday, I couldn’t concentrate on class all day. In the afternoon, I made a call as usual.

I called my mom’s company, but they said she wasn’t there today. I think she probably wanted to finish watching what she hadn’t finished yesterday.

I decided to read through the entire diary at once, so I didn’t go to work.

When I got home in the evening, my mother was cooking.

“Mom, are you alright? Why didn’t you go to the company today?”

“Oh, Mom isn’t feeling well today, so…” Mom seemed a little awkward.

After showering, I couldn’t wait to go back to my room and open the hidden drawer. Sure enough, the hair on the spine of the book had fallen out.

Mom did indeed come back to get it again. Besides that, I discovered something else: the triangular things I’d been collecting from Mom.

The pants suddenly became shiny, and they were neatly folded into a stack. I picked them up to look at them; on top…

It still had a slight warmth, as if it had just been taken out of the dryer.

“What?” Mom had obviously washed all those panties, and unconsciously used her womanly instincts…

I was able to fold it properly.

Could it be that she doesn’t object to me using her panties to masturbate, and even seems to tacitly approve of it?

So I made up my mind and officially began my plan. That night, I wrote in my diary:

“Mom, I don’t know why, but I couldn’t concentrate on class today. I kept thinking about you. I’m going crazy.”

I want to possess you. Give it to me, Mom, I want you. After writing it, I put a hair on it and locked it.

The next day, I deliberately woke up earlier than my mother, then let my erection protrude from my underwear, and covered it with the sheet.

Go up. A little while later, Mom got up too, and as usual, she lifted my blanket to wake me. I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep, listening…

As my mother walked over step by step, and sure enough, she pulled back my blanket, I closed my eyes and imagined her at that moment.

My expression. Time ticked by, and Mom didn’t make any further moves. Five minutes passed, and finally…

I couldn’t resist peeking through my eyes and found my mother staring blankly at me, as if possessed.

I thought to myself, “I’ve succeeded,” but this can’t go on forever, so I deliberately rolled over, and only then did Mom look…

As if waking from a deep dream, I hurriedly covered myself with the sheet.

“Little Jun, wake up.” My mother’s voice was so soft it was barely audible. I couldn’t help but chuckle to myself.

How can anyone call someone that?

I finally pretended to be sleepy and turned over to wake up.

Good morning, Mom.

“You should have gotten up a long time ago,” she seemed still in a daze.

I deliberately tried to pull back the sheet, and when my mother saw this, she hurriedly turned around.

Feeling extremely awkward, and also feeling that it was somewhat cruel to tease my beloved mother like this, I quickly put on my clothes.

I made an excuse to not come back until after 8 p.m., so that I could give my mother some time to read my diary.

When I got back, my mom was taking a shower. I quickly went back to my room and opened the hidden cabinet. Sure enough, my mom had seen my new confession.

Then I discovered a style of panty I’d never seen before among them, and my heart skipped a beat.

She jumped up, picked it up, and took a closer look. Wow, it was a pair of almost completely transparent black mesh panties! Could it be a gift from Mom?

Mine! I was so excited I almost jumped for joy.

My mother not only condoned my actions but also provided financial support, which was utterly absurd. I calmed down.

I looked again carefully to see if my mother had left any other clues. Later, I found them inside the cover of the diary.

A note appeared:

“Xiaojun, Mom is conflicted. I hope you see this note, but I don’t want you to see it too soon.”

Sigh, please forgive me, Mom didn’t mean to read your diary. You’ve always refused to tell me if you have a girlfriend.

Friend, I was hoping to find some things like love letters or photos in your room early this morning, but I didn’t expect…

Oh, Mom was really shocked after reading your diary. She never imagined that the reason you refused to have a girlfriend was because you had a crush on someone.

Mom, Xiaojun, Mom isn’t old-fashioned. She’s been a widow for so many years and has never remarried, mainly because…

Besides wanting to take care of you wholeheartedly, Mom also has a selfish wish: to keep you by her side forever.

The record says you have a mother complex, but doesn’t your mother also have a son-son complex?

My heart is in turmoil, Xiaojun. If you see this letter, please pretend you don’t know anything for now, okay? Mom still…

I wasn’t mentally prepared. Sweet dreams.

P.S. I’m happy that you like Mom’s underwear. Don’t feel guilty or think you have any psychological issues.

The problem is, I think all men like women’s underwear. The ones you’ve collected are all old; Mom will give you a newer pair.

Yes, I’ve only worn it once, I hope you like it.

After reading my mother’s response, my excitement was beyond words.

When I left the room, Mom hadn’t finished washing up yet.

“Mom, are you done yet? I’m going to take a shower.”

“Alright, alright,” Mom said as she walked out of the bathroom. The clothes she was wearing almost made me unable to look away.

It turned out that Mom was only wearing a thin vest and white briefs, and following the…

The lingering water droplets on her body made her almost transparent. Two nipples, covered by a thin shirt, were clearly visible, while those below…

The water seeped through my panties at the groin, revealing my dark pubic hair. This was the first time in my life…

The outfit I saw for the first time.

“Xiao Jun, stop looking.”

My mother’s face was flushed, I couldn’t tell if it was from shyness, the lingering heat from her bath, or both.

Before I went into the bathroom, I gave my mom a knowing smile. Mom had already started to adjust herself.

As I took off my clothes in the bathroom and was about to throw them into the laundry basket, I suddenly noticed a large thorn on top of the basket.

A pair of apple-green lace panties were laid out starkly, so obvious that I could see them without even looking down.

There was a pool of milky white, viscous substance in the middle of the fabric. To determine if it was detergent, I picked it up and smelled it.

Suddenly, a faint fishy smell wafted over, and I realized that my mother must have masturbated before I came back.

That puddle was exactly what they called. And it seemed like Mom deliberately showed it off to me, so I could see it.

At that point, it was completely certain that a change in our mother-son relationship was imminent; the rest was just a matter of time.

Who shot the arrow first?

After returning to my room, I took out my diary again, intending to leave a few more words for my mother, but I found another page with writing inside.

The note read:

“Xiaojun, Mom wants to borrow that videotape on the top shelf from you to watch. Put it in the VCR, and I’ll watch it tonight.”

I’ll come out to check at midnight, but you have to promise me you won’t come out. You can take it back tomorrow morning.

I glanced at the videotape on the top shelf; it had a bunch of incomprehensible Japanese writing on it, the only thing I could understand was…

The title prominently displayed the four large characters: “Mother and Son Incest”.

I think this is the second step my mother has taken to adjust her mindset; she wants to understand the circumstances of other people’s mother-son adultery.

As soon as it hit midnight, I saw the TV in the living room turn on, and Mom came out to watch. I thought I should just do as she said.

Si, don’t disturb her.

But I couldn’t resist sneaking open the door and peeking in. I saw that my mother wasn’t wearing any underwear.

She was wearing only a white pair of briefs, leaning back on the sofa, her two breasts prominent as she intently watched the television.

Screen.

After watching for a while, I went back to my room to sleep. I don’t know how long I slept, but when I woke up it was already past three o’clock. The power was on in the living room.

The lights in the TV were also turned off.

I went to the bathroom and couldn’t resist going into my mother’s room.

Wow, Mom was lying naked on the bed, her panties pulled down to her knees, revealing a thick, black…

The pubic hair was wet and stuck to the base of the thighs, as if it had been soaked in water.

I never expected this videotape to have such a powerful effect. Faced with my mother’s beautiful body, I was already irresistibly aroused.

Stop, and then it involuntarily pushed itself up. My mind was in turmoil, constantly calculating how to proceed.

I’ve done it to my mother; I believe she won’t say anything. I stood by the bedside for a long time, thinking, watching my mother breathe.

Even with her body rising and falling, she couldn’t help but reach out and gently stroke her mother.

“Hmm,” Mom hummed softly, but didn’t wake up. I boldly placed my entire palm on her…

The mother kneaded and stroked her breasts from top to bottom.

“Mmm,” Mom just kept making comfortable moans, but still didn’t open her eyes.

I thought to myself, maybe I acted too soon; Mom’s defenses weren’t fully down yet. But since Mom had been pretending all along…

Well then, I might as well stroke you to my heart’s content.

So I became even more unrestrained in my caresses, kneading with one hand while the other hand moved down to touch the pubic hair.

He stroked and played with it.

“Mmm…ah…mmm…ah…” My mother’s voice became increasingly lewd, almost making me lose control.

Unable to resist, he lifted her legs and thrust himself hard into his mother’s vagina.

“Ah, no, no!” As I inserted my fingers into my mother’s vagina, Mom…

Mom was talking in her sleep, but she just wouldn’t open her eyes.

Okay, I changed my approach. I pulled down my mother’s panties and spread her legs. Because the light was too dim, I could see…

Not sure, I simply turned on the main light. My mom’s tears were slowly flowing down, so I climbed onto the bed and washed my face…

He pressed his tongue against his mother’s, pried open the crack, and kept licking her.

“Ah, ah, okay, okay!” Mom finally couldn’t help but say “okay.” So I…

He used his tongue to tease her more vigorously, and stretched his hands upwards to clench and knead her hands with all his might.

Ten minutes later, Mom’s body suddenly stiffened, her buttocks rose up, then fell down hard, releasing…

Yes, Mom has reached her climax. Then Mom began to tremble, and with each tremor, a stream of fluid overflowed.

Soon the entire bed sheet was soaked.

Mom was satisfied, but I was in trouble; my burning desire hadn’t subsided. In the end, I had no choice but to…

My mother kissed me on the lips and then went back to her room to sleep.

I was awakened by a gentle stroking. I checked my watch first; it was seven in the morning. Then I saw my mother sitting by the bed.

And one of her hands was holding mine.

“Xiao Jun, don’t wake up! You’re still dreaming, understand? You’re having a dream…”

Sweet dreams. I understood what my mother meant, so I closed my eyes again and let her do as she pleased.

What a beautiful weekend morning!

My mother kept stroking me with her hand, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, which made me almost unable to resist the urge to pick her up and have sex with her.

One.

A moment later, I secretly opened my eyes and saw that Mom had closed her eyes instead, looking completely absorbed in the moment. Then she used her face…

Her cheek rubbed against mine, and finally I watched as she slowly stuck out her tongue and began to lick it, then opened her mouth again…

The entire process includes imports.

Wow, it feels so good! Mom’s mouth is like a suction cup, sucking up and down.

The mother made a continuous sucking sound from her mouth.

A little while later she took my testicles into her mouth, sucking in and out from left and right. After a few minutes, I couldn’t hold back any longer.

He stopped, and while his mother was still holding it in her mouth, a stream of semen shot into her mouth.

I heard a gurgling sound, and Mom swallowed it. She then licked the area around me clean, and turned away.

He went outside.

When I got up, I found the diary lying open on my desk, and on a new page, my mother had written a passage:

“Yesterday’s videotape was great, but that mother and son were so foolish at the end, and nobody knew why.”

Why commit suicide? All that talk about ethics and morality is just self-deception and self-comfort. Don’t you think so? What if I were that person?

If it were my mother, I would change my name and take my beloved son far away, to a place where no one knows me.

Fang Qu

“Mom is going to work. Come back early at noon. Mom wants to give you a birthday present.”

It seems my mother is even more open-minded than I am; she’s already thought of a backup plan, so I have even less to worry about.

I just can’t figure out what my mom is up to or what gift she’s going to give me.

I finally made it to noon and rushed home as fast as I could.

When I came in, I saw my mother’s high heels; she had come home early.

As I passed my mother’s room, I saw a note stuck on the door that read: “Xiao Jun, come in, the gift is…”

Inside the room.

I pushed open the door and was startled by what I saw. Lying diagonally inside was a person wearing bikini-style underwear.

The woman was looking at me with seductive eyes. For a moment, I thought my mother had found me a woman, but upon closer inspection…

Upon closer inspection, wasn’t this petite and beautiful woman my mother?

Mom put on makeup and had her hair done.

“Xiao Jun, don’t you recognize your mother?”

“No, Mom, you’re so beautiful, so beautiful,” I couldn’t help but stammer.

“Xiao Jun, come here to Mom.”

“mom”

“Xiaojun, do you like this set of underwear? I bought it especially for you this morning.”

“Mom, I like it. I like anything that Mom wears.”

“Hey kid, do you want your mommy?”

“What do you want from Mom?” I didn’t understand at first.

“Oh, still pretending, bullying Mommy.” Mommy pouted and acted coquettishly like a little girl.

“Mom, I really don’t know what gift you’re going to give me,” I said, and started joking around with her.

“Okay, do you want Mom’s body or not?” Mom was getting bolder and bolder.

“I miss it so much.”

“Then what are you waiting for? Hurry up and open your gift!” Mom scolded playfully again.

“The gift is over there, Mom.”

“Silly, Mom is your gift.”

I couldn’t hold back any longer, so I rushed forward, hugged my mother tightly, and kissed her lips.

“Hmm,” Mom immediately stuck her tongue into my mouth and stirred it around.

My hands weren’t idle; through the semi-transparent bright red bra, I was kneading my mother’s breasts.

The kiss lasted for almost five minutes before I finally pulled away from my mother’s lips.

“Xiao Jun, come here, Mom wants you to hug me.” Mom hugged me tightly and kissed my entire body.

Face.

I reached into my mother’s panties, which were only held up by a ribbon, and stroked her pubic hair.

“Xiao Jun, come here and smell it.” My mother knelt down and made me smell her genitals.

“Wow, it smells so good!” A faint, pleasant fragrance wafted in.

“Mom put on perfume especially for you!”

I then pushed my mother down again, lifted her legs, and bit open the string of her panties, causing them to fall to the ground.

On one side, Mom was completely exposed, and I took her in my mouth, continuing to use the method I used last night to make her ejaculate.

He licked her clitoris and then inserted his penis and thrust in and out.

“Ah, so good, Xiaojun, your tongue is so amazing!” Mom felt so good.

And so it begins again.

“Mmm, Xiao Jun, my little husband, Mom feels so good, Mom wants it!”

“Quickly,” Mom was already somewhat lost in thought.

I couldn’t resist taking off all my clothes, and when I finally took off my underwear, it popped out.

“Ah Jun, it’s so big! It didn’t seem this big yesterday.”

“Does Mom like it?” I asked, guiding it closer to my mother.

“I like it, Mom, come on, come in, come in, you’ve been fantasizing about it for years, Mom.”

“

My long-held dream has finally come true, and my excitement has already reached those above.

I gently used it to massage my mother’s overflowing body.

“Good son, stop teasing your mother, hurry up and put it in!”

I took a deep breath and suppressed my desire. Ignoring my mother’s advice, I continued rubbing against the entrance of her vagina.

“Xiao Jun, your own son is good, but your husband and mother can’t take it anymore, you insert…”

“After you come in, Mom will let you insert it every day, okay?”

“Mom, you said it yourself, no scalping!”

“Yes, Mom wanted it herself, she liked it, so she’ll give it to her son every day from now on.”

Insert

“Mom, don’t say ‘insert,’ say ‘do it,’ it’s more exciting.”

“Hurry up and do it, Mommy’s letting Xiaojun, her own son, do it.”

Once I saw that it was enough, I stopped teasing her.

With a “plop,” the entire thing was inserted into Mom’s vagina.

“Ouch! Ouch! Be gentle! Don’t move! Good son, Mom hasn’t had a baby in over ten years!”

“It hasn’t been dry yet, it’s very tight inside, you have to be gentle.”

So I held back for now, leaving it still inside my mother’s vagina, and then lifted her upper body to suck on it with my mouth.

He suckled her. His mother seemed quite sensitive; even the slightest touch of the towel would cause her whole body to tremble. Not one

meeting

“Jun, you can do it now, Mom’s so wet and itchy down there, hurry up and do it!”

So I lifted my mother’s legs onto my shoulders and began to thrust. So beautiful, so wonderful, my mother is truly human.

A rare find.

“Ahhh, so good! My dear son, Mommy is so beautiful, so wonderful! You’re doing it so well, Mommy feels so good!”

Mom regrets not reading your diary sooner, otherwise she would have finished making it for you much earlier.

With a “sizzling” sound as I thrust violently, the sound came from inside Mom’s vagina and from Mom’s…

The voice produced a beautiful sound.

“Mmm, Xiao Jun, your son, your husband, and your mom are all yours now! You’re so great!”

It feels so exciting, Xiao Jun, what do you think? Ahh, how does it feel to be a godmother?

Is it beautiful or not?

“Mom, son, it feels so good! Mom, you’re amazing! You’re being used by your own son with your flesh…”

How does it feel to have a rod inserted into the place where he was born?

“How beautiful and exciting it is to fly up into the sky! My godmother has been living in vain!”

For over ten years, my dear husband, your mother wants to marry you, okay?

Heaven wants you to be its godmother, okay?

“Mom, I don’t want you to marry me. We’ll be mother and son forever, incestuous.”

“It feels so good to have a son godmother.”

“Oh yes, that’s right, I don’t want to marry you, I don’t want to call you husband, I want to call you my dear son.”

Son, my dear son, my love, oh, that’s so good, let’s do it, son, my precious son.

You’re making Mommy almost die, it’s too exciting, hurry up and come to Mommy!

Hurry up and come out with Mom!

Mom let out a long cry, her body tensed, and I immediately relaxed, ejaculating at the same time, shooting all of it deep into Mom’s vagina.

Place.

I waited until my mother stopped contracting before gently withdrawing. I could only see the opening of her vagina following my withdrawal.

It separated and released strands of viscous fluid.

My mother was still enjoying the afterglow of the experience with her eyes closed. I got up and picked her up.

“Good son, what do you want to do?”

“Mom, I just wanted to take my gift back to my room,” I teased her on purpose.

“You’re so naughty,” Mom said coquettishly, then let me hug her.

After returning to their room, the mother and son caressed each other on the bed.

I think perhaps within both my child and me lies a hidden, forbidden, pleasurable anticipation.

Once the mask of worldly morality is torn off, the torrent flows like a river bursting its banks.

I took out the hidden box and retrieved all the secret items. Since the secret was no longer a secret, I thought…

Let it remain a secret between us, mother and son. But Mom has a different opinion:

“Jun, Mom has thought it through. Our happiness lies in that secret pleasure, and once that secret is gone…”

Now, we’re not interacting in the same way as before; after a while, things will lose their novelty, and besides, if we…

Having grown accustomed to such intimate companionship, it would be difficult to leave the house without anyone knowing, because even the best of relationships…

Even with attempts to conceal it, the desire in her eyes was undeniable.

Mom is a manager at a company, and it wouldn’t be good to arouse suspicion too early. Mom needs your consent, normally…

Your lifestyle shouldn’t change at all. Mom promises you she’ll give you something every day without fail. However, this applies to men…

For a person, talking like that every day is bad for their health in the long run, especially since Mom needs you forever, not just for a short time.

It’s temporary, can you understand?

“Okay, I’ll do whatever you say.” I thought about what my mother said and realized it made sense.

“Also, just leave your collection there for now. Mom really wants to see those books and videotapes/DVDs, so you…”

Put it on the desk. If you like Mom’s underwear, you can put it with the ones in Mom’s closet now. You can…

Move everything over here. Mom will come to your room to change when she needs to. Actually, Mom has some secret collections; you can find them.

You won’t see them all yet, but don’t worry, you’ll see them one by one gradually, and isn’t that more interesting?

Your diary is almost finished, so Mom bought a new one. Wait a moment.

As she spoke, Mom went back to her room and retrieved a new diary. The design was quite exquisite, with textured covers and back covers.

Lu Liangpiao picked up the teak box and saw that the cover had a heart shape engraved on it and the words “Intimate Diary” written on it.

“Starting today, we’ll use this diary to share our secrets as mother and son. It’ll be fine to just put it on the desk.”

“Yes, Mom will leave you a message every day before she goes to work.”

“Mom, I love you.” I couldn’t help but hug my mother and kiss her passionately.

“Xiao Jun, you have to keep our promise.”

“Yes, Mom, I promise you, but…”

“But what?”

“Today doesn’t count, let’s start tomorrow.” As soon as I finished speaking, I impatiently lifted my mother’s legs and pressed them against her body.

Up, lift it up and you’re about to insert it.

“Wait a minute, Xiaojun, don’t rush, Mom has a suggestion.” Mom said, getting up from my…

They took out the videotape of “mother and son committing adultery” from the dark box.

“Come here,” Mom said with a playful smile, then took my hand and led me out of the room into the living room.

Mom put the videotape into the VCR and then pressed the remote to start playing it. From Mom’s many small actions…

The usually dignified, mature, and composed manager suddenly seemed to have transformed into a quirky and mischievous little woman.

I couldn’t help but feel a little curious about my mother.

“Xiao Jun, let’s come together, Mom wants to see it again.”

We sat down on the sofa. The video showed a mother and child while the husband was away on business.

The story that unfolded during that month. It started with the son secretly watching his mother bathe and change clothes, then…

One night, while his mother was asleep, the son raped her. During the rape, the mother was sexually aroused.

Dafa, taking the initiative, not only actively cooperated with her son’s thrusting but also constantly changed positions and taught her son.

Skill.

My mother started fiddling with my toy at the very beginning of the video, but her eyes remained fixed on the screen.

When the video showed the mother turning over, kneeling on the bed, and raising her hips, asking her son to penetrate her from behind, the mother also got up…

She knelt on the sofa like her mother on the screen, raising her buttocks to reveal her pubic hair.

“Come on, Xiao Jun, do as I say.”

I immediately understood, and with a “plop,” I inserted it into my mother’s vagina.

“Ah, good son, mom, so comfortable! I guessed right, this position…”

“Wow, so wonderful and exciting!”

The mother on the television screen was moaning, and my mother was also desperately making lewd noises, their sounds intertwining into a kind of…

The scene was indescribable. The stimulation was truly extraordinary.

“Ah ah zzz ah ah zzz”

“Mom, you’re amazing! How did you come up with such an idea? It’s so great and awesome!”

Then the mother on the screen turned to the side, raised her right leg and placed it on her son, who then…

insert.

“Mom’s here!” I changed my position too, but the sofa wasn’t wide enough, so I just lay down on the floor.

Lift up your mother’s right leg.

With a “plop” sound, it was reinserted into Mom’s vagina.

“Ahh, Jun’s pose is so beautiful, so cute!”

“My dear son, I love you to death, I’ll do whatever you want to me!”

“Mom, you’re so amazing, so lewd. Your son loves you. Does it feel good?”

“Ah, Mom, it feels so good, Mom, it feels so good to be fucked by your own son, it feels so good, please go again!”

Come”

Due to the position, rapid thrusting was not suitable, and just then, the mother and child on the screen switched back to a normal position.

I quickly lifted my mother’s other leg, placed them both on my shoulders, and began to thrust violently.

“Okay, Mom wants her son, Mom wants to do it, faster and faster!”

ah”

Then, following the TV drama’s plot, I picked my mother up completely. My mother wrapped her legs around my waist, and I stood up.

She was suspended in mid-air, thrusting her mother’s penis in and out.

“Ahhh, my son’s videotape, it’s true, it’s so satisfying!”

Oh my god, I can’t take it anymore! Oh my god, son, I’m flying!

It’s here! It feels like it’s flying! Oh my god, come out quickly!

“Here it comes, I’ll give it to you, my own son.”

Mom climaxed, and I stopped thrusting. Her legs remained tightly clamped around my waist. (The mother and son on TV…)

It seems they finished earlier than us and have already switched to a different screen.

“Good son, can you put Mom down now?” I gently put her down and gently pulled her out.

The sensitivity following “Ah, gently touch, um” is quite pronounced.

“Mom, are you feeling better?”

“Jun, Mom feels great, thank you!” Mom kissed me.

“Mom, little mom, your voice is so exciting and satisfying.”

“But you haven’t ejaculated yet, have you?”

“Mom, actually, my pleasure comes from the process with you, not from the ending, do you understand?”

“Otherwise, you can just masturbate, why do you need to do this?”

“As long as you are truly satisfied, that’s all that matters.”

“Mom, honestly, you haven’t had sex in over ten years, so how come you have so much sex?”

“Love Ideas”

“Why would your silly mother lie to you? Of course, when Mom does business, she has to socialize and entertain many important people…”

The board is pursuing, but I only need to get close to those well-dressed, greasy-haired men, regardless of the spilled soap on them.

No matter how much perfume they wear, I can always smell that stench on them, and no matter how they try to hide it, that sullen…

His squinty expression was impossible to hide; Mom felt uneasy seeing it, but for the sake of business, she still had to…

They’re out socializing, sigh.

“Mom, I’m so sorry to have put you through this.” I kissed my mother’s hair tenderly.

“Jun, for the past ten years or so, Mom has relied on masturbation to satisfy her needs, but only today has she fully realized…”

Yes, the difference between masturbation and real masturbation is like night and day. You know, Mom isn’t just full of ideas, but…

“Even my mother got what she wanted through sexual fantasies.”

“Oh, so who do you usually fantasize about?”

“Oh dear, why are you asking your mother this?” Mom said in a coquettish tone.

“Tell me, I want to know.” I teased her relentlessly.

“Yes, I can tell you, but I’m scared, I’m scared.”

“What are you afraid of? Tell me, I promise I won’t eat you.”

“No, no, it’s not that problem. It’s just… well, Mom originally wanted to keep it to herself…”

It’s a secret, but let’s not dwell on it. Maybe it’s fate. Okay, Xiao Jun, I saw the contents of your diary…

At that moment, Mom wasn’t actually startled, but rather overjoyed and excited beyond words. Because…

When you were in junior high school, your mother accidentally saw you once and was startled; she never expected you to…

“She’s only fourteen, and her thing is already so big. Mom couldn’t help but masturbate in her room.”

“Mom, are you saying that the person you’re fantasizing about is a lie?”

“You’re such a fool. The first time you used Mom’s underwear that year, you ejaculated all over it, making Mom’s underwear all dirty.”

If it’s not clean, put it back. It’s something your mother wears close to her body; can’t you tell she wore it once before?

You slept in your underwear and forgot to take it off. When Mom woke you up this morning, she found that the lace mesh on your underwear had been torn off.

“It burst, and the next day I thought I’d gotten away with it and put it back. What a fool!”

When his mother revealed his embarrassing moments from puberty, he was speechless.

“Mom originally thought it was just a natural phenomenon of boys going through puberty, but in the years that followed, Mom became busy with other things.”

He lost interest in observing further, and even if a few pairs of underwear were occasionally missing, he didn’t pay attention, assuming that you were past puberty.

Okay, but after reading your diary that day, I realized that your love for your mother has never changed; on the contrary…

It became even stronger, and it aroused my sexual fantasies about you, actually stemming from that one time I fantasized about you raping my mother.

Since I got you, Mom has gotten used to you. You’re always on my mind. If you don’t believe me, Mom will show you something.

“West, you’ll understand.”

As Mom spoke, she stroked my hand again: “Until yesterday, this was only the second time I had seen you, since junior high school.”

It’s gotten even thicker and bigger.

“Mom, we won’t need to resort to masturbation anymore, right?”

“Of course, Mom has a son who loves me so much and is so good at acupuncture, so she doesn’t need to rely on her hands or illusions.”

“That should satisfy me.” Mom said, taking my mouth into her mouth in one gulp.

“Mom, wait, what do you want to show me?”

“Wait a minute.” Mom let go of me and went into the room.

I usually only rummage through the closet where my mom keeps her bras and panties; I never knew she had so many secrets.

Secretly. A little while later, Mom came out, carrying three books.

“Oh, Xiao Jun, we’re a match made in heaven! Guess what this is?”

I immediately guessed—the diary, Mom’s diary! Good heavens, could such a thing really happen?

“Xiaojun, you’ve only written one book, but your mother has already written three over the years. Tell me, what about us, mother and son?”

Aren’t they a perfectly compatible couple?

I randomly flipped open one of the books; the date was from my freshman year of college. It read:

“Xiao Jun, Mom came again last night. Your big, thick thing went in so hard, oh, so good.”

Mom so wished this wasn’t a fantasy, but real.

I opened another, newer one, dated just last week, which read:

“Xiaojun, you say you don’t have a girlfriend? Mom doesn’t believe you. You’re such a good catch, Mom doesn’t believe you don’t have a girlfriend.”

Friend, Mom is so jealous, so reluctant to let you go. Mom loves you. Will you look down on Mom and think there’s something wrong with her?

Mom is so afraid you’ll find out, but I also want you to know. Come hug Mom! Mom loves you so much!

I’m willing to give myself to you. My body has already been given to you. I’m waiting for you, hoping that one day you’ll come in and take off my clothes.

You’re like what Mom wants, using your possession of me, possession of Mom, defilement of Mom, penetration of Mom’s…

“

Seeing this, I looked up at my mother. Her face was flushed, shy yet full of affection, and alluring.

She watched my reaction intently. Our mother-son understanding had reached such a level that no further words were needed.

I lifted my mother’s chin, and she immediately closed her eyes. I kissed her moist, luscious lips.

“Mmm mmm”

My mother’s tongue enthusiastically entered my mouth and stirred around, then she sucked my tongue into her mouth.

Two hands and two legs were tightly wrapped around my body.

“Mmm, mmm, hoo,” she murmured, receiving a passionate kiss from her mother, and then went to kiss her mother in return.

The feeling was completely different; I fully felt my mother’s love and desire.

The kiss lasted for almost ten minutes before Mom reluctantly pulled away from my lips, but it also brought us together…

His desire was reignited.

We said nothing more, exchanged a glance, and Mom rolled over onto the examination pillow, raising her…

Her buttocks, her legs spread wide, allowed me to see her pinkish-white skin more clearly—so beautiful, so beautiful, completely white.

The vulva was a tender, rosy pink, unlike the dark and unsightly ones in pornographic pictures. My mother’s pubic hair was soft, thick, and smooth to the touch.

The touch was as comfortable as lush green grass. I lowered my head, mesmerized, to kiss and lick it, just as my mother was already enduring…

Unable to hold back, I held my mother’s plump buttocks and with a “plop” sound, inserted myself into her dripping vagina.

Water.

That day, my mother and I kept going, and she ejaculated again and again, also because she told me that today…

It was a safe period, so he recklessly ejaculated all his semen inside his mother, scalding her vagina.

The palace, the place that once gave birth to me. My mother’s bold, lewd moans seemed never to cease, uttering everything she knew.

With my guidance, all the obscene words reached their peak.

This woman, my own biological mother, and my completely liberated partner—I’m already certain in my heart, until…

All the ultimate pleasure is here, why would I need any celestial beauties?

Our lovemaking lasted until 10 PM, and we were almost completely drained of our fluids.

Traces were everywhere—on the hair, the floor, on my mom’s and my beds—especially scattered on my bed.

The pubic hair that fell out after my intense fight with my mother.

After having some snacks, my son and I cuddled together and fell asleep.

The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes the next morning was a full, round bottom, wearing a…

The narrow pink panties tightly hugged the bulging flesh in the middle, with a deep slit running down the center.

Sewing. “Good morning, Mom,” Mom was straddling me, sucking on my nipple, and I…

That’s how she woke me up.

“Mmm, good morning, baby,” the mother said, then put it in her mouth again.

I let my mother do as she pleased, only reaching out to bring her plump buttocks towards my face, and starting to…

He licked the slit in his underwear.

“Mom, didn’t you say we’d go back to our normal way of interacting starting today?”

“Mom forgot today is Sunday. From now on, Sundays will no longer be included in the agreement. Holidays belong to us.”

“Okay?” Mom rolled over and lay on top of me.

“Of course!” I couldn’t be happier.

It was another beautiful morning, and we were still in a frenzy before having breakfast.

We tidied up the house that day, and Mom moved all her underwear into my room.

Then we played a game where Mom stretched several long ropes in my room and then called me out.

They called me in a little while later, and as soon as I entered the room, I was captivated by the magnificent sight before me. It turned out that my mother had brought all her…

The briefs were all hung up, one by one. I counted, and there were at least a hundred pairs of various colored and patterned underwear.

Sensual underwear. Mom has so many quirky and creative ideas, but actually, these are just her ways of adding fun to the relationship between mother and son.

It’s just one of many variations.

I only found out after my mother explained that these were all projects operated by her company.

I only knew that my mother’s company was involved in garment import and export, but I never imagined that it also included women’s underwear. It’s quite something.

It’s strange that my mom has so many fancy underwear.

After my mother explained, I finally understood why there was such a big difference between these few pieces of fabric, and why my mother’s underwear…

They’re all made of high-quality materials, and each piece ranges in price from several hundred to several thousand yuan. The red set I bought yesterday was especially for me.

The underwear actually cost over eight thousand yuan! Curious, I touched it repeatedly and compared it with other similar underwear before realizing…

Indeed, the texture of the Dao is vastly different; no matter how you knead it, it won’t wrinkle.

Actually, my mother had a ulterior motive for telling me all this, which I didn’t find out until the next morning.

When my mother was introducing the items to me, she even acted as a model, wearing each piece for me to see and trying on, and asking me to touch them.

When I felt the texture, I was caressing my mother while I was feeling it. That feeling was truly intoxicating.

Aside from Mom constantly changing our panties and bras, we were almost completely naked all day.

Together, my mother, fearing I would grow tired of her body and also to maintain the pleasure of seduction, always kept…

Wearing a set of lingerie is something I quite agree with my mother’s opinion on; the subtle allure is absolutely irresistible.

It’s more exciting than being completely naked.

Later, apart from keeping one set to wear, Mom packed away the rest, folding them neatly one by one.

Bras and panties were arranged in stacks of a dozen or so on my bookshelf. But what I don’t understand is that she still…

A stack of papers was labeled with the numbers “12345” on the front. I asked her why.

She playfully only said two words: “Secret.”

We had a passionate night before going to bed and then went to our respective rooms to sleep.

The next day, we both kept our promise. After my mother woke me up, I went to work as usual.

As I finished washing up and was about to leave, I suddenly remembered my new secret diary with my mother. Yesterday…

After Mother Goddess revealed her secret diary to me, she said:

“Jun, from now on, we’ll use that new diary as our secret. Mom has promised you.”

Every day I give you this, I just can’t quite put it into words, but you understand. But Mom…

I’m also worried that you’ll be with Mom every day, and your body won’t be able to handle it. Women are different from men; men’s semen doesn’t…

If you’re not satisfied, your spirits won’t be good either. Besides, Mom really enjoys the feeling of your warm semen entering her body.

I understand that from now on, Mom will write my menstrual cycle on your desk calendar every month. During your safe period, you can…

You can safely ejaculate inside your mother, but you should wear a condom during ovulation.

Okay, Mom can’t get pregnant right now. In a few years, after Mom closes down her business, we’ll move away from this city.

After everything was arranged, Mom wasn’t afraid anymore, okay? However, it’s inconvenient for Mom to buy you condoms, so you’ll have to buy them yourself.

Go buy some, buy a lot and keep them.

Mom leaves comments in our diaries every day; you’ll know what to do by reading the comments.

Remembering what my mother had said, I quickly went back to my room and opened the diary on the table. On the new page, I saw…

Wearing:

“Jun, for your health’s sake, Mom has a difficult question for you. From now on, Mom will leave you a riddle in her messages every day.”

The riddle is like a treasure hunt; you follow the instructions in the message to solve the puzzle. Only after you solve it do you get your mother’s body.

If you can’t solve it or the time has passed, it doesn’t count.

Seeing this, I truly admire my mother. Managing a company for so many years is no small feat; she’s no ordinary woman.

She’s not only full of ideas, but they’re also always unexpected. More importantly, she brings life to our mother-son relationship.

She made life so interesting and fun, I couldn’t help but sigh, if all couples in this world had even half the fun and charm of my mother, how wonderful would life be!

How could there be a resentful couple? To have a woman like my mother, what more could a husband ask for?

I continued reading.

“Okay, today’s riddle is: Northern Hemisphere, 75°; Southern Hemisphere, 18°. That’s it, dear.”

“My beloved son, go treasure hunting!”

Good heavens, what is this latitude/south latitude/east longitude/west longitude? There are such coordinates, but no such map.

I racked my brains, and I still couldn’t figure it out when I left the house.

During my lunch break, I reviewed yesterday’s events again, trying to find any clues.

Clues. Mom’s really cunning; what kind of question is that?

Suddenly, it occurred to me.

In the afternoon, I couldn’t wait to go home and see what my mother had done yesterday—those rows of paper with numbers pasted on them.

Underwear, in the Northern Hemisphere it refers to the bra above, 75 is the fifth item in the seventh row, in the Southern Hemisphere it refers to the bookshelf below.

The briefs, number 18, are the eighth piece in the first row.

Sure enough, I first took out the fifth bra in the seventh row. Inside was a note that read:

21:00

The time had come. I took out the eighth pair of panties from the first row, an extremely provocative black lace panty.

There was a note tucked inside the pants, which read:

“dykethspntyertfry.kthen”

My mom wants me to bring these briefs to the kitchen at 9 p.m.

When Mom came home, I pretended to be anxious, and kept glancing at her for help at the dinner table.

Despite the promise, Mom didn’t break it. She simply pinched my nose gently while clearing the dishes and said:

“fool”

It was almost nine o’clock when I saw Mom go into the kitchen, put the briefs in her pocket, and then…

Following me into the kitchen, the first thing I said was, “Mom, I’m so hungry, is there anything to eat?”

I saw the joy that my mother had shown when she saw me go in suddenly turn into disappointment.

“Okay, you wait outside for a bit, I’ll cook you something to eat.” Even her voice seemed to have become very frustrated.

Depression. Just as Mom turned around to turn on the stove, I took out the briefs, hugged her from behind, and showed them to her.

In front of my mother.

“Oh, you’re teasing your mom on purpose, you’re so naughty!” Mom exclaimed happily, her voice sweet.

Anger.

“Mom, you’re so clever, how could your son be stupid?”

“Jun’s mom has faith in you, but you’re so naughty! You teased Mom all night, making Mom worried.”

Heart.”

“Who told you to give such a strange question? Okay, you’d better keep your word.” I handed my panties to my mother.

superior.

My mother took off her clothes one by one in front of me, and then put on that black lace panty.

After a period of caressing, I turned my mother around, pulled her panties down to her thighs, and parted her legs…

He held her legs together and inserted them into her from behind with a “plop” sound.

“Oh, my dear son, Mom loves you to death! You’re so smart, you truly are Mom’s sweetheart!”

If the mystery is solved, then the mother is the biological son.

So beautiful, my dear son, yours is so thick and long, it’s hitting the inside!

Ah, you’re making Mom feel so good, ah, keep going, keep going, Mom, Mom loves it!

“I like you to do me”

After a while, we changed from standing to Mom kneeling on the floor tiles, and then a little while later I put Mom down again.

I lifted him onto the sink and began pumping vigorously.

And so, my mother and I completed another fun and enjoyable experience.

Before going to sleep, I was filled with anticipation, looking forward to another wave tomorrow.

Under this challenging and exciting atmosphere, my son and I enjoyed making love every day without getting tired of it.

Of course, this isn’t really the case every day. Sometimes, when she’s not feeling well or is too tired from work, although…

She still tested me as agreed, and I would pretend I couldn’t guess the questions so she could rest. And Mom, of course, understood this too.

He felt touched by my pity and tenderness. The deep love between us, mother and son, had long since transcended ordinary love based on sex.

It’s about romantic love between a man and a woman.

However, I really admire my mother’s endless stream of ideas; sometimes simple, sometimes difficult, but for the sake of…

She really went to great lengths to add interest to life. For example, once she simply wrote “e” in her diary…

Find the ice cube tray in the freezer, melt all the small ice cubes in each compartment, and then…

Inside the box, they found a note written in an oil-based pen that read:

“These ice cubes aren’t enough to extinguish the burning passion between mother and son. Mom needs you. It’s 10 PM, and Mom is in the room.”

Wait for you.”

One of the more difficult ones was quite impressive, for example, when my mother wrote in her diary:

-1023

00:56:38

I’m completely baffled. What does -1023 represent? Is 00:56:38 a time?

It’s impossible to get it to 12:56:38; we still need to solve -1023 first.

I eventually turned my attention to sex because of this word, and finally found a bunch of videos on the bookshelf.

A videotape titled “Adulterous Mother” was found in the bag, with the serial number -1023. Therefore, 00:

56:38 should be the playback time. So I rewound the VCR to zero and then fast forwarded it. The VCR…

The numbers on the screen spun rapidly until I paused it at 00:56:38. All I could see were the words on the screen.

The scene is:

“After dinner, Mom will be waiting for you in the room. Come on over!”

That was a scene in the film where the mother was proposing to her son.

Puzzle games like these make me feel that even if I can’t solve them, I’m willing to give up, and once I do, I feel even happier.

feel.

There was even one time when the mystery wasn’t solved until the allotted time was up. That time, Mom’s message was simply a “p”.

The two letters immediately reminded me of computers, so as soon as I got home, I turned on the computer to look for the answer, but I searched everywhere…

I still couldn’t find it among all the pictures and articles I collected. Then I thought of searching by date; maybe Mom…

Mom created a new text file and hid it in that directory. So I locked the dates to the most recent few days.

Oh dear, but I’m also afraid that Mom will change the date after she types it out.

I finally found one, but it was a directory, not a file; it was a directory named “de”. I was excited.

I excitedly opened it, only to find a bunch of subdirectories starting with the same name. After looking through them all, I realized there was only one directory named “rs”.

There was something recorded, but everything else was empty. I thought to myself, “Mom must have set up countless subdirectories.” But eventually, the answer…

The moment was finally here. I finally opened the last directory called rty, and there was a text file inside.

I finally solved it, but when I opened the text file, I saw the following words:

“Keep going, you’re almost there!”

Oh my god, what is this?

I tried again to find clues, but it was still no use. I couldn’t help but curse Microsoft’s N95 system.

It was terrible, so I left the N95 screen and went to the DS section to search again, but I found nothing when I went in one by one.

Upon receiving the message, I suddenly noticed a string of words on the screen:

\\nty\f\tsev\enth\rty

I had a sudden inspiration: I copied it down and went back to the N95, because the N95’s directory structure could be set to large…

Lowercase, but it’s not visible in ds. So I combined all the directories, and the result was:

\\nty\f\tsev\enth\rty

Separating it is:

dersn.ntyf,tseventhrty.

That mother is truly a genius.

In that instant, I realized it was exactly 7:30. My mother had playfully patted my head just before she went in.

Say, “Keep it up!”

I immediately stripped off all my clothes, pushed open the bathroom door, and found my mother sitting fully clothed beside the bathtub, facing me…

Smile.

“Isn’t it fun?” Mom said with a mischievous smile.

“Mom, you little devil!” I picked her up and started taking off her clothes.

“Honey, would you like to help Mom take a bath?”

“Okay,” I said, undressing my mother and then starting to lather her entire body with soap, while my erection…

It was also covered in soap.

After lathering up with soap, without saying a word, I grabbed my mother’s plump buttocks and began to insert my penis into her vagina from behind.

He began thrusting into her.

“Ah, um, ah,” Mom said, her hands gripping the bathtub, occasionally turning her head back with seductive eyes.

Look at me with affection.

“Ah Jun, my good son, are you helping your mother take a bath like this, or are you washing my little…?”

The “hole” had only been thrust in and out a few times when, with each thrust, a lot of foam was brought out.

Our lower bodies were almost completely covered by soap bubbles.

“Ah Jun, is it ready? Mom is all set.”

I understand what my mother means; we’ve seen this scene together in a novel.

The son used a soapy object to insert into his mother’s anus for anal sex in the bathroom.

I know my mom has been eager to try it out and wants to know what it feels like.

“Mom, you have to be patient.” Mom wanted to give me her anus; perhaps it was another way of expressing love.

Every woman wants to give her first time to the person she loves most.

I pulled it out and lifted it upwards, gently pressing it against that cluster of chrysanthemum buds.

“Here comes, Mom,” I said, gently pushing it in with the help of the soap’s lubrication.

“Ouch, it hurts so much! Stop, stop for a second!” the mother screamed in agony.

I stopped immediately, but in reality only one person went in.

“Mom, seeing how uncomfortable you are, let’s not do it, okay?” I said, and started to pull it out.

“It’s okay if I don’t have a good son. It’s just like a girl losing her virginity; it’ll be fine in a little while.”

Besides, Mom genuinely wanted to give her first time, and every time after that, to my beloved.

“Son, take your time, Mom will be patient and we’ll push it forward slowly.”

Okay, since Mom said so, I’ll slowly move forward.

“Mmm, ahh, softly,” the mother was trying her best to endure.

I thought to myself, perhaps it’s like tearing a Salonpas; the slower you tear, the more painful it becomes. So I disregarded…

Cut and push hard.

“Ah Jun, you’re bad” had already fully penetrated into the mother’s anus.

The feeling of being tightly enveloped by the flesh walls was incredibly comfortable. A little while later…

“Jun’s mom finally gave you her first time. From now on, Mom will always be yours. Are you comfortable?”

“吗”

“Mom, I feel fine, but I don’t want you to suffer like this.”

“No, come here and try moving your fingers. Mommy’s a little itchy there.”

So I started pumping.

“Mmm, Mom, I’m starting to feel it… Ah, it’s a little numb, but…”

It feels kind of nice, oh, strange son, your thing is inside Mommy’s ass.

“Mom feels so comfortable.”

As I thrust in and out, I also inserted my fingers into my mother’s vagina and massaged her clitoris.

“Ah, so good, son, this feeling is so exciting, Tian Tian!”

Junma, I’ve fucked both of your holes, ahh, son, my dear son.

“Mom’s going crazy, you’re so amazing, you’re so good at inserting holes!”

After thrusting for a while, I suddenly pulled out and then inserted it into my mother’s vagina.

“Jun, don’t you like Mom’s new one?”

“Mom, I love you so much, but now you have two children, so it’s fair that I have to feed both of them.”

oh”

“Ah, yes, he’s really my son. Mom loves you, dear mom loves her dear son, no!”

It’s not just a mother’s love for her son, it’s too much!

“Beautiful”

My movements were back and forth between the two fleshy holes, sometimes inserting into the top, sometimes into the bottom. Inserting into Mom…

I almost fainted.

Finally, I thrust with all my might and ejaculated inside my mother.

“Oh, Mom gave it to you.” Mom also got it at the same time.

Our life together, mother and son, is made even more interesting thanks to my mother’s thoughtful efforts in creating fun. Far from being boring, it’s become even more enjoyable.

And it grew sweeter and sweeter. Because we adjusted well, even when we went out together, nothing seemed amiss, and Mom…

She would often give me special praise after we returned from our outings, allowing me to be with her without having to solve any puzzles.

We didn’t plan to elope and get married; firstly, our tacit understanding prevented anyone from suspecting us, and secondly…

My mother said that once we get married, we won’t be mother and son anymore, but husband and wife, and we’ll still be together.

They enjoy the thrill of defying societal norms, so using the status of mother and child is more appealing than the relationship between husband and wife.

Excitement, we all love that kind of excitement, it’s in our blood.

Later, during the summer vacation, we planned a month-long trip, and regarding this trip, how did we…

A wild night at a famous scenic spot in Taiwan, on the beach. How to… (The sentence is incomplete and lacks context, so a direct translation isn’t possible. It appears to be discussing a train toilet incident during off-peak hours.)

I lifted my mother’s skirt and tucked it into her clothes. How can we leave traces of our mother-son love in every restaurant and hotel?

Traces, that’s another story altogether.

Mother Oedipus Diary Side Story

Every night before bed, I take out my secret diary from a hidden compartment in my desk and write down my thoughts. Since my mother gave me this diary for my birthday last year, the time for our year-old promise is almost up, and I feel both expectant and uneasy.

At that time, my mother said to me cryptically, “My child, you’ve grown up. There are some things I know you might not tell me, so I’m giving you this diary. If you can write down what you’re thinking every day and keep at it, a year later, I’ll read your diary. Whatever your wish is, I’ll make it come true. Also, remember, I decided to divorce your father last month, all for you. Don’t ask why now; I’ll tell you everything next year on this day.”

At that time, I was very curious as to why my mother kept begging to divorce my father. After my mother said this, my curiosity was amplified. However, my mother refused to tell me and insisted on telling me a year later.

However, since that day, the changes in my interaction and relationship with my mother have given me a vague, wild idea. Gradually, I started writing down my thoughts in my diary every day. I decided to take a gamble and see if my wild idea was real.

Since my parents divorced last year, it’s just my mom and me taking care of each other. When my dad was alive, we didn’t have much time or space to spend together. After their divorce, I realized that my mom and I couldn’t live without each other. From then on, my mom focused all her energy on taking care of me, and I understood to some extent that I was her last support. And I also realized that I can’t live without my mom.

The day after my mother gave me a diary, I bought one and gave it to her in return.

“Mom, I’ll also give you a diary. I’ll write in it too. A year later, we’ll exchange diaries. If there’s anything you want me to do for you, I’ll definitely help you fulfill it.”

“My child, you are so sensible. I am so happy. You are so filial. I love you.”

My mother hugged me tightly and cried with emotion.

“Mom, I love you too.” I couldn’t help but kiss my mother on the cheek to show my affection.

“Child, think carefully about what you want to write in your diary. Remember, whatever you want, Mom will give it to you.” Mom looked up and was about to kiss me back, but I accidentally turned my cheek slightly, and Mom’s kiss landed on my lips.

Although my mother only touched me briefly before leaving, that instant stirred something within me. The natural expression of affection between mother and son suddenly felt strange. My mother seemed to sense it too, and turned her head away somewhat awkwardly.

Another month will mark a year, and I feel a mix of anticipation and trepidation. I wonder how my mother will react to what I’ve written in my diary. Perhaps I’m still reeling from what she said last year—her slightly shy expression then—that’s been on my mind all year. What is she thinking?

Although I have tried to dispel these strange thoughts, the various situations my mother and I have encountered in our daily lives over the past year have truly compelled me to write down the truth in my diary.

Actually, while I was writing in my diary every day, I really wanted to see what my mother had written, but she didn’t know where she had hidden it. No matter how many times I searched the house, I couldn’t find it.

That evening, I returned home.

“Mom, I’m home.”

I heard a loud noise coming from the kitchen range hood; Mom’s probably in the kitchen.

I went straight to the kitchen, and sure enough, my mother was busy cooking.

“Mom,” I deliberately hugged my mother from behind and kissed her on the neck.

“Oh, you scared me! You’re back!”

My son and I have become much closer over the past year, and we often don’t shy away from showing affection.

“Wow, Mom, you’re dressed so nicely even while cooking. Are you going on a date?” I noticed that my mother was wearing a tight-fitting purple dress with lace trim.

“Yes, Mom is going on a date with a very handsome guy later.”

“I saw that my mother was speaking seriously, and suddenly a feeling of jealousy rose up in me.”

“How is it?” Mom turned around, her expression a mix of teasing and amusement.

“No,” I said.

“Alright then, handsome young man, who knows?”

“Sure, sure, sure!” I knew Mom was joking with me.

“Look how anxious you are, afraid Mom will run off with someone.”

“Yes,” I hugged my mother tighter and deliberately acted coquettishly.

“Okay, okay, you’ve broken my bones.”

“Mom, honestly, you look so beautiful today!”

“Hehe, really? It’s even prettier inside. Want to see it?”

Over the past year, my mother has become more and more uninhibited in what she says to me.

“Well, with such a beautiful woman before you, only a puppy wouldn’t look.”

“It can’t be that cheap,” Mom gently pulled away from me and turned off the range hood.

“What’s so strange about it? I could guess what kind of underwear Mom is wearing today.”

“Well then, tell me what you think.”

“Hmm, what if I guess right?”

If you guess right, I’ll let you see as much as you want.

“Okay, Mom is wearing a light purple dress today, so her underwear should be too.”

“wrong”

“That”

“You only have one chance; you can’t guess anymore.”

“Heh, if I guess right, Mom can deny it, since I can’t see it anyway.”

“Okay, since you put it that way, guess three times, and you still have two more chances.”

“Yes, the black bikini style.”

“wrong”

“The white one with the openwork lace.”

“Wait, how do you know so much about Mom’s underwear?”

“I’m innocent. My mom hangs her underwear out to dry like a flag of all nations every day. I bet even the old lady across the street knows about it, let alone me.”

“Oh, I see, but it’s still not right.”

“Hmph, that’s all your talk. So tell me, what color is it?”

“Pink.”

“You’re lying, you don’t have any pink ones.”

“I’m not lying to you, Mom just bought it today.”

“I don’t believe anyone could have guessed it today.”

“You’ll see when I change tonight, just go look in the laundry basket.”

“No, I want to see it now.”

“Alright, I’ll make you admit defeat.”

As my mother spoke, she lifted her skirt up to her waist, revealing a pink lace bikini panty in front of me.

“Although I have accidentally seen my mother changing clothes many times, this is the first time that my mother has asked me to look at her lower body. I stared at the shadow of black pubic hair at the base of my mother’s panties, and I was stunned.”

“See? Mom didn’t lie to you, did she?” Mom said, her skirt still up, as if she really wanted me to see her to my heart’s content.

“Yes, yes, I don’t have a mother, she didn’t lie to me.” I couldn’t help but stammer.

“Oh, still shy? Have you seen enough? Ah, I’ve been tricked.”

Mom seemed to suddenly realize something and put down her skirt.

“You’re the one who wanted to show it to others.”

“Hmph, you took advantage of me and still complain.”

“Mom, to be honest, you’re so beautiful, I’m really worried about you.”

“Don’t worry if Mom runs off with someone else. Mom will only run off with you, a handsome guy.”

“real”

“I’d be a dog if I lied to you.” Mom made a playful face, just like a little girl.

After this incident, my mother became even less discreet about what she wore at home. The next day, as soon as I got home, I saw her slip into the bathroom wearing only a bra and panties.

I thought my mother wasn’t wearing much because she was home alone, but when she came out of the bathroom a little while later, she was still only wearing white lace underwear.

“Are you hungry?” Mom asked, seemingly quite naturally.

“It’s alright.” I felt a little uneasy.

“See? This is the one you mentioned yesterday. Doesn’t it look good?”

“So beautiful, Mom, you’re so sexy.”

“Hehe, I’m taking advantage of my mom.”

“My mother is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.”

“You’re so witty.” Mom was clearly quite happy to receive my praise.

“Why aren’t you kissing Mommy today?” Mommy said, bringing her cheek closer.

“Swoosh!” I couldn’t help but kiss my mother as usual. I also wanted to hug her as usual, but today my mother was almost naked, so I hesitated for a moment, feeling a little awkward.

“Come here,” Mom seemed to know how I felt, and opened her arms to let me hug her.

Without further hesitation, I hugged my mother tightly.

This was the first time I had ever touched my mother’s skin. Her smooth body aroused my body. But then my mother wrapped her arms around me, and I couldn’t let go of her.

My mother and I seemed to share a tacit understanding; we suddenly fell silent and simply held each other tightly. The scent of my mother’s body and hair caused my lower body to swell instantly, and I could feel it pressing against her lower abdomen through her trousers.

I think my mother must have sensed the change in me, but she didn’t seem to want to let go. Instead, she pressed her face against my chest.

I was completely disoriented. Through the thin lace bra, damn it, pressed tightly against my body, my penis was already throbbing.

“Hmm, you naughty child.” Mom looked up and gave a coquettish scolding.

“Mom,” I was truly intoxicated. The body I had longed for day and night for a year was now in my arms. Overwhelmed with emotion, I hugged my mother even tighter.

Suddenly, Mom gently closed her eyes, a scene reminiscent of lovers waiting for a kiss on television. I hesitated again. What did Mom mean? Did she want me to kiss her? I still didn’t dare to be too presumptuous.

At that moment, my mother slightly opened her eyes and met my gaze. Seeing her eyes, I didn’t hesitate. I slowly lowered my head and pressed my lips to hers.

“Hehe,” but then Mom suddenly turned her head away and gently let go of me.

I felt a little lost for a moment.

“Let’s eat first,” Mom said, turning and going into the kitchen.

As I looked at my mother’s buttocks, tightly encased in her panties, swaying from side to side, I felt an urge to go over and hug her one more time.

A little while later, Mom brought out a dish, but I was still standing in the living room, looking lost and dejected.

My mother avoided my gaze and went into the kitchen again. This time, she stayed in there for a long time and didn’t come out, so I followed her in.

I saw my mother leaning against the sink, her back to me, lost in thought. I looked again at the allure of her semi-transparent panties behind her, and I couldn’t resist any longer. I hugged her from behind again.

My mother didn’t seem surprised and obediently let me hold her.

I only dared to place my hand under my mother’s bra. At that moment, my mother gently held my hand and moved it up. I touched my mother’s bra and dared not go any higher.

My mother simply took my hand and placed my entire palm on top of hers.

My heart was pounding. My mother’s encouragement stopped me from overthinking. I held my mother’s hands and began to knead them, and pressed my lips to the back of her neck, kissing her fragrant pink neck.

“Mmm,” Mom murmured softly, and I boldly rubbed her breasts even harder.

At this moment, Mom turned around, glanced at me, and then closed her eyes again.

Without thinking, I kissed my mother’s lips.

“Zi,” Mom didn’t resist and obediently let me kiss her lips.

I was so excited that I greedily sucked on my mother’s lips, unwilling to let go.

The kiss lasted a long time. My mother took the initiative to stick her tongue out, and I sucked on it hard. My mother also sucked on my lips. At that moment, we kissed passionately like lovers who had been in love for a long time.

“Okay, have you kissed enough?” Mom suddenly separated them and turned away.

“Mom,” I said, standing behind my mother, feeling a little lost.

“Okay, let’s eat.” Mom changed the subject and took another dish out of the kitchen.

At the dinner table, my son and I remained silent, eating with our heads down.

Finally, it was Mom who spoke first.

“Child, how’s your diary writing going?”

“Mom, don’t worry, you’ll see in a few days. I listened to you and didn’t slack off.”

“That’s good.”

“Mom, do you write every day?”

“Of course, you’ll see when you see it.”

“Mom, to be honest, I’ve never seen your diary, no matter where you keep it.”

“Hey kid, trying to peek at Mom’s diary?”

“It would be a lie to say I don’t want to. I’m just afraid that I won’t be able to do what my mom wants me to do.”

“Don’t worry, you can definitely do it, and it might even be something you want to do every day.”

“How could Mom know what I want to do?” I couldn’t help but worry when I thought about the contents of my diary over the past year. What if she made a mistake? Then I would be doomed.

“What are you thinking? Mom would never peek into your diary. What I mean is, I can guess what you’re thinking.”

“Okay, Mom, you tell me what I’m thinking.”

“You’re thinking about it? You’ll find out when the time comes,” Mom suddenly blushed again.

After the experience of kissing my mother in the kitchen that day, she didn’t seem to mind me kissing her lips again. The next morning before I left, I kissed her as usual.

This time, Mom leaned in not with her cheek, but right in front of me. I hesitated for a moment before pressing my lips to hers. She accepted it naturally, and I pulled her close without hesitation for another passionate kiss.

“Okay, okay, you’re being greedy so early in the morning. What will become of you in the future?”

In the future, hearing those two words will seem to give me even more encouragement, and fill me with inexplicable excitement.

I held my mother’s hand and secretly slipped my hand down through her see-through nightgown to gently hook her white lace panties underneath before letting go.

“You little rascal, trying to take advantage of your mother again.” Mom smiled mischievously.

“Mom, I’m going to class.” I left home with a joyful heart.

That evening, I rushed home eagerly. I deliberately opened the door quietly without making a sound, and as soon as I entered, I searched for my mother.

I tiptoed to my mother’s bedroom door and peeked inside. I saw her taking off her underwear and pants, completely naked. I could only see her breasts from the side, which were swaying high.

There were many different sets of underwear on my mother’s bed. She picked them up one by one and tried them on, as if she was hesitating about which set to wear.

After a while, Mom seemed to have made up her mind. She put on a red mesh panty. When she picked up the bra, she hesitated for a moment, then put it back on instead of wearing it. She then put on a white see-through nightgown that contrasted sharply with the red, and then put all the underwear away.

I was even happier; the scene was like a newlywed wife waiting for her husband to come home from get off work, dressed in provocative lingerie.

So I hid outside the door and kept quiet.

After Mom finished dressing, she came out humming a song, and I suddenly hugged her from behind.

“Ah!” Mom was startled.

“Mom, I’m home.”

“You scared me to death, you’re so naughty!” Mom turned around, raised her little hand and lightly punched me. I grabbed it and hugged Mom tightly.

“Whether you’re being cheeky or not, Mom will know once she tries it.” I suddenly kissed my mother’s lips.

“Mmm,” Mom responded obediently, and quickly put her tongue into my mouth and started sucking.

A passionate kiss lasted for a full five minutes, and my penis was already acting up.

My mother seemed to hug me even more tightly than I was, and my lower body was pressed against her lower abdomen. It felt wonderful.

A moment later, I secretly lifted my mother’s white sheer nightgown with both hands, slipped my hands inside, and touched her red panties. I don’t know if my mother noticed or not, but she didn’t object.

I took advantage of the situation and started rubbing my mother’s plump buttocks on her panties with my hand. At that moment, my mother was sure to feel something.

“Mmm,” Mom’s lips were still pressed against mine, and she didn’t react.

I boldly slipped my hand inside the lace trim of my mother’s panties and firmly touched her buttocks. After a while, still wanting more, I stroked her buttocks back and forth with my fingers.

I was probably too sensitive, because my mother suddenly let go of me.

“This brat is going too far,” the mother said, taking a step back.

At that moment, I clearly saw that my mother wasn’t wearing a bra, and her breasts were bobbing up and down with her breathing, clearly visible. I was stunned.

“What are you looking at, little devil?” Mom looked down in the direction of my gaze.

“I really want to eat my mother.”

“Really? How do you want to eat it?” Mom said provocatively.

“Peel off the skin first!” I suddenly lifted the transparent nightgown covering my mother’s body to the left and right.

It was just a playful, tentative joke, but the silk nightgown slipped down my mother’s shoulders and fell to the ground, leaving her in only a short, narrow red panty, her breasts fully exposed before my eyes.

My mother was caught off guard by my sudden action and didn’t bother to cover it up.

We stood there dumbfounded for quite a while.

Finally, Mom covered herself with her hands, bent down to pick up her pajamas, but walked back to her room without saying a word.

This made me worried. I followed my mother into the room, and she sat on the bed without saying a word.

“mom”

I called out “Mom” several times before she finally spoke.

“Oh, child,” Mom turned around and rested her face against my chest.

“mom”

“Child, have you really not read your mother’s diary?”

“Mom, no, who knows where you hid it?”

“Ugh, you’re so stupid. It’s either far away or right in front of you. Go find it yourself, and we’ll talk about it later.”

As she spoke, Mom got up and left the room.

I followed her out, and then Mom actually went into my room.

My mother approached my desk, opened the first drawer, and found my diary at the bottom of the back drawer.

“Your diary is in there, isn’t it?”

“Wow, Mom was lying! She secretly read my diary.”

“Mom didn’t lie to you. Although I know your diary is here, I’ve never opened it. I promised you I’d look at it a year later, and I won’t break my promise.”

After Mom finished speaking, she opened the second drawer.

“Take a look inside.”

I looked inside the fully pulled-out drawer and there it was—my mother’s diary! It was so close, yet so far away. The thing I had been searching for for almost a year was right here.

“this”

“You’re so stupid! All the things Mom writes every day are here, but you can’t find them.”

I reached in and took out the diary I had given to my mother.

“Does Mom want me to see it?”

“Your birthday isn’t until next week. Mom only said she’d see you on your birthday, she didn’t say she wouldn’t let you see me, silly.”

I couldn’t wait to open it and read it after hearing that.

“Take your time looking at it yourself. Mom’s going back to her room first. Come find me in an hour, okay?”

After saying that, Mom turned and left.

As I turned the pages, my heart pounded wildly. From the day I gave my mother the diary, it said:

“My child, this is my love diary. Let me tell you why I divorced your father. When you were eighteen, I noticed that your feelings for me were different. You liked to stare at my body blankly. Several times, you peeked at me taking a shower through the bathroom window, then went back to your room to take my underwear and masturbate on it. You then put my underwear back in the laundry basket. I saw it all.”

At first, Mom was surprised, but strangely enough, after a while, Mom actually started to look forward to you doing this. She would often deliberately put her clean panties where you could easily reach them, and after you finished, Mom would like to wear the panties stained with your semen. Mom couldn’t believe she was doing this, but perhaps it’s truly a mother’s bond with her child. Mom found herself slowly looking forward to your hugs; Mom liked the feeling of your body touching mine.

Every time, it fills Mom with inappropriate fantasies. Several times, Mom has dreamt that you and Mom are embracing, kissing, and loving each other like lovers. These dreams always excite and satisfy Mom, and slowly, she wants to take it a step further and have a real relationship with you, my dear son. This feeling is becoming more and more irresistible to Mom. Mom can’t bear it anymore. Mom wants to make this dream come true. Therefore, Mom keeps asking for a divorce and to stop sleeping in the same bed with your father.

Finally, your father couldn’t take it anymore and agreed. Mom was so excited and nervous, but Mom didn’t dare to be too bold in expressing it. I need time. So, Mom will give you the diary first, and then use a year to hint to you that if you ask to make love with Mom in your diary, Mom will agree without hesitation because that’s a scene that Mom has often dreamed about for years, and Mom wants it to come true.

Since you’ve also given Mom this diary, then Mom will tell you what’s in her heart. No matter which day you see Mom’s diary, Mom will be waiting in her room. Every night, Mom waits for you to come and hug me, to caress me. Mom’s body is always yours.

Seeing such a blatant confession in my mother’s diary entry the very first day, I was both excited and impulsive, wanting to rush into her room immediately. But I resisted her promise to wait an hour, so I continued reading. Almost every day, my mother’s diary entries were expressions of her overflowing love for her son. I came to the entry for May 20th, which read:

“My dear son, why aren’t you coming to hug Mom? Mom is wearing your favorite underwear, which has your semen on it. When you take it off, I’ll show you Mom’s pubic hair. You’ve never seen Mom’s pubic hair before, have you? Mom combs it every day and sprays it to make it smell nice. You’ll love kissing it. And, kiss down there, you’ll see Mom’s… Mom’s is red, okay?”

You can use your tongue to part it, and you’ll see your mother’s vulva, flowing thickly for you—the place where you were born, the place where your large penis has penetrated your mother a thousand times in your dreams. Each time, you would shoot your scalding semen into your mother’s vulva, burning her uterus. Each time, you would like to put your mother’s legs on your shoulders, making your mother’s vulva open without reservation.

Then, you grind your little flesh against Mom’s, grinding until Mom calls you “Big Brother,” only then will you be willing to insert it into Mom’s. Oh, so beautiful, my dear son, yours is so thick, Mom is always filled to the brim by you. Every time you thrust in and out, Mom’s juices flow out, so comfortable. Big son, come and fuck Mom, Mom’s wet, it’s waiting for you every day. Come on, big brother.”

My mother’s lewd love diary made my blood boil, and my penis was so hard I almost ejaculated.

I continued reading. The diary entry for May 27th read:

“You naughty boy, in my dream last night you made me pass out again. When I woke up this morning, my panties were wet again. I couldn’t resist running to your room. You were sleeping so soundly, and your erect penis was peeking out from under your panties, as if it had just been pulled out of me. I went close to it, smelled it, and I really wanted to take off your panties, to kiss it, to hold it in my hands.”

But Mom can only be by your side, taking off the panties you soaked in my dream, my still-wet body close to yours. You know, I was only centimeters away from really touching you, but you were still asleep. Mom misses you so much, misses her son so much. Why aren’t you coming to me? Mom is waiting for you.

Written on May 31st:

“My dear son, today while I was cooking, I wore a completely transparent pair of panties. They were so tiny, they were so tight, my pubic hair was peeking out from both sides. I was thinking that when you come home, I’ll bend over so you can see me from behind. I looked in the mirror, and if I wear these panties with the shortest skirt, I can just bend over and you’ll see my vulva from behind. I’m so looking forward to it! Won’t you be excited when you see it?”

What if he comes over, takes off Mom’s panties, pins her down on the sink, and rapes her from behind? If so, Mom definitely won’t resist. She’ll let her own son rape his own mother in the kitchen. Oh, just thinking about it makes Mom wet again. Mom is waiting for you to rape me, to use your big, thick thing to thrust into Mom from behind. But, Mom has already shown you everything, why aren’t you moved? Why don’t you come and hug Mom?”

Seeing this reminded me that I had just taken off my contact lenses that day, and even though my mother bent down for a long time, I couldn’t see anything.

Then I saw June 2nd:

“Today at dinner, Mom deliberately sat across from you and took off her panties. If you look under the table, you can see Mom’s panties hanging by her feet, Mom’s legs spread open, Mom’s pubic hair, and Mom’s hole that has been waiting for you to fuck it day and night.”

June 3rd:

“Mom couldn’t resist today. I put sleeping pills in your milk. You slept so soundly, you know?”

Tonight, Mom took off all her clothes and got into your bed. Mom held you and rubbed your body against her breasts. Mom finally took off your underwear. Yours is really big. Mom was afraid of waking you, so she only dared to hold it gently and stroke it with her face.

But Mom couldn’t resist and licked yours with her tongue. It was so good! Your pubic hair was as thick as Mom’s. Mom really wanted to see how our pubic hair overlapped and rubbed together after you were fully inside her. Do you know, Mom held yours, while fiddling with her own, and came again and again right next to you. Mom even sat on you, pulling your hand to touch her, and rubbing yours against hers. It was so beautiful, so beautiful. Mom almost couldn’t resist putting it inside her.

But Mom will wait for you, wait until you’re awake, so you can see Mom spread her legs and let you have your way with her. This moment, we, mother and son, will share. Mom knows it’s almost here. As dawn approached, Mom finally couldn’t resist taking your entire body into her throat, but you moved slightly, so Mom had to quickly get up and go back to her room. I’m sure you had a beautiful dream, maybe you were having sex with Mom in your dream too. When you wake up, you’ll find a pool of thick white liquid beside you—that’s what Mom left behind.

Upon seeing this, it suddenly dawned on me that this had happened just last week, and that I really was having a wet dream about my mother that day.

Then I saw yesterday’s diary:

“Big brother, from now on, Mom will call you that. You were so naughty today, hugging me so tightly, and your thrusts felt so good. I really want you to do it to me right now, but I have to wait until you read my diary. Then you’ll know how much I’ve missed you all year, how much I need you. I’ve decided, I’ll show it to you tomorrow. Okay, child, after you’ve read it, come here. I’m waiting for you in bed. I’ve been looking forward to this moment for so long. I’m waiting for you to kiss it, waiting for you to gently insert it.”

Seeing this, I couldn’t help but ejaculate, but the excitement in my heart couldn’t be satisfied with just that. I quickly took off all my clothes, wiped away the semen, and ran straight to my mother’s room.

As soon as I entered my mother’s room, I saw her lying on the bed, wearing only the same red bikini-style briefs she had just worn. Her face was flushed, and she was gazing at me with seductive eyes.

“Mom, I’m here. Thank you for your hard work.” I jumped onto the bed and hugged my mother, kissing her passionately.

“Yes, my good son, your mother has been waiting so long.”

“Mom, I love you, I want you.”

“Yeah, Mom’s been yours for a long time, don’t you even know that, you blockhead?”

“If only Mom had told me sooner.”

“How can people say something like this?”

“It’s okay, at least we’re together now, right, Mom?”

“Yes, Mom is nervous too. You won’t think Mom is lewd, will you?”

“How could that be, Mom? I’ve been in love with you for a long time, and I’m sure you know that.”

“Mom knows, otherwise, Mom wouldn’t dare to be so bold as to propose to her son.”

“Okay, Mom, let’s go. I want to see Mom’s pubic hair.”

“I knew it, Mom knew it all. Look at Mom’s body, it’s all yours.”

I gently kissed my mother’s panties, and sure enough, they had a faint, pleasant fragrance.

Then we slowly slid it down, and my son and I watched this scene unfold. The scene in my mother’s dream—no, I should say the scene in our dreams—was coming true.

I finally managed to pull my mother’s panties down to her legs, and her thick pubic hair was indeed beautiful.

I actually kissed him, and from time to time I would stroke that wonderful touch with my face.

“Yes, son, Mom is wet.”

“So what?”

“Heh, what do you think?”

“What Mom says?”

“Is it okay for Big Brother to become Mom’s godmother?”

Without saying a word, I followed the instructions in my mother’s diary and put my mother’s legs on my shoulders. My mother’s vagina was indeed red, and it was flowing out in a steady stream.

The moment my mother and I had been waiting for finally arrived. As I held her hand and moved closer to her, she trembled with excitement. Slowly, I pressed against her…

“Good son, hurry up and do it, hurry up and do it, my mom wants you, my mom can’t wait.”