The next morning, I sat at the breakfast table with dark circles under my eyes.
"Yangyang, did you not sleep well?" Mom asked with concern when she saw me.
"Oh, I was too excited about Dad's promotion, so I went to bed a bit late," I made up a reasonable excuse as I popped a peeled boiled egg into my mouth.
Not sleeping well? I basically didn't sleep at all!
I held it until almost 1 AM before finally relieving my bladder, then couldn't stop my mind from racing. Every time I closed my eyes, my brain would automatically replay the stimulating scenes I experienced yesterday. I tossed and turned in bed until nearly 5 AM before finally managing to fall asleep.
Seeing Mom sitting across from me in her usual ponytail and sportswear, I felt slightly relieved but also somewhat disappointed.
The relief was from not having to worry about embarrassing tent-pitching, as for the disappointment... I couldn't quite explain it, I just felt I shouldn't be disappointed, yet couldn't control it.
"You silly child," Mom chuckled and shook her head, her ponytail swaying gently behind her.
After breakfast, I drove Mom to school on my electric bike. As soon as we left the neighborhood, I was horrified to discover I was getting aroused again, and the source was actually Mom's hands resting on my waist as they had countless times before.
Although they were the same hands as always, these delicate jade hands had clearly been stroking a penis up and down last night, and ended up stained with some thick semen...
The more I thought about it, the higher the tent in my crotch rose. After parking the bike in the shed, I didn't dare look at Mom. Under her puzzled gaze, I sprinted off towards the classroom.
The classroom was on the fourth floor of the teaching building. To hide the abnormality in my crotch, I powered up the stairs with my legs, taking five steps at a time. I reached the classroom door in just half a minute. After the intense exercise, my penis finally returned to its flaccid state.
The four morning classes flew by in a drowsy haze. At lunch, after eating with Jiang Fei in the cafeteria, he led me to a small garden below the teaching building.
"What are you doing?" I asked impatiently, eager to get back to the classroom for a nap.
Jiang Fei stared at me and said, "You looked listless all morning when you arrived, so I wanted to check on you."
I waved my hand dismissively. "I just didn't sleep well last night. If you really want to help, let me go back for a nap."
"Didn't sleep well?!" Jiang Fei's small eyes widened in surprise. "We've been classmates for five years and I've never heard you say you didn't sleep well. You're always the energetic chosen one Song Yang!"
"Cut it out, fatty. I'm really tired," I said helplessly.
This "chosen one" title spread after I ranked 6th in the grade on the first monthly exam in high school and led our class to win the freshman basketball championship. Jiang Fei always used this title to tease me, but hearing him say it so seriously now made me feel a bit awkward.
Jiang Fei shook his head. "You must be hiding something from me! If you consider me a brother, just tell me straight. If I can help, I definitely will!"
Looking at Jiang Fei's serious expression, I froze, feeling touched.
We had been classmates since 7th grade. Though he was chubby, he was very skilled at basketball, especially dribbling and passing far beyond our peers. We became friends through playing basketball and our personalities clicked. We were both only children, and over five years had developed an iron-clad friendship as close as real brothers.
I believed him when he said he wanted to help, and he did have the ability to do so. His parents were well-known wealthy businesspeople in Zhonghai, with a complex network of connections. They rarely encountered problems they couldn't solve.
But my problem wasn't one that could be easily solved by outsiders...
Seeing me frowning silently, Jiang Fei said angrily, "You don't trust me?"
"No, of course I trust you," I sighed, glancing around at the passing students before pulling him to the most secluded corner of the field.
"Damn! Why so secretive? What's going on?" Jiang Fei grew more and more curious.
I tugged on his sleeve to make him crouch down and said solemnly, "Fatty, we're brothers for life. What I tell you today, you can't tell anyone, or we're done as friends!"
Jiang Fei's round fleshy face trembled as he leaned back. "Song Yang, don't scare me!"
"I'm very serious," I took a deep breath, put my arm around his neck and whispered in his ear, "How long do you usually stay erect?"
"What?!" Jiang Fei exclaimed in shock.
"Keep your voice down!" I urged anxiously, glaring at him as I enunciated each word, "I got an erection at 10 PM last night and it lasted until 1 AM, so I couldn't sleep."
I told a small lie, figuring he wouldn't believe me if I said it actually lasted from around 11 PM until almost dawn.
Jiang Fei's eyes widened in confusion. "Why?"
"How should I know why?" I lamented inwardly about their so-called "Ice Queen", scratching the back of my head.
Jiang Fei looked even more perplexed. "I mean, why did you stay erect for so long?"
I glared at him angrily. "It's not like I can control it! What about you? What do you do when you get an erection at night and can't sleep?"
"Jerk off, of course," Jiang Fei said matter-of-factly.
I frowned. "You mean masturbate?"
"What else? When it gets hard, rub one out, then sleep. If you still can't sleep, get hard again and continue..."
As Jiang Fei spoke, his expression gradually stiffened. He looked at me in disbelief and asked, "Song Yang, don't tell me you've never jerked off before?"
I scoffed disdainfully. "Is that so strange? Masturbation is bad for your health. I don't do it."
"You really are my brother!" Jiang Fei rolled his eyes speechlessly. "Bro, your stupidity truly shocks me! Let me ask you, masturbation is bad for your health, but staying hard and not sleeping isn't?"
I was suddenly at a loss for words.
"At our age, our blood is already vigorous. Teacher Lin has had you exercising since childhood. With your stamina, staying hard for two or three hours straight is normal. Do you know what that means?"
"What does it mean?"
"It means you'll get erections frequently in the future, and each time it will last this long."
Jiang Fei shrugged, then grinned lewdly. "This is one problem I don't want to help with. If you can't sleep at night and have no energy during the day, I predict I'll finally be able to avenge five years of defeat in the next monthly exam, leaving you in the dust behind me!"
"Keep dreaming, that's not possible," I sneered, then sighed heavily again. "Is there really no other way besides masturbation?"
"Look it up on health websites. Moderate masturbation is very normal, especially for young guys like us. It's even beneficial for physical and mental health."
Jiang Fei patted my shoulder and spoke earnestly.
"Masturbation is good for physical and mental health?" In the past I would never have believed such nonsense, but the image of Mom helping Dad masturbate last night floated into my mind, making me hesitate.
After school in the afternoon, I put on my backpack and walked out of the classroom. Jiang Fei patted my shoulder from behind and waved his phone.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"Nothing. Are you still going home with Teacher Lin today?"
"Yeah."
"Alright, see you tomorrow!"
Jiang Fei flashed me a mysterious smile that left me puzzled.
The journey home was still torturous. I realized I had developed a Pavlovian response to Mom's hands. Not only did her hands on my waist cause me to get erect, even just looking at them made my blood boil uncontrollably.
When we got home, Dad was still working overtime because of the ancient tomb in Xi City. I kept my eyes down and obediently waited on the sofa for dinner.
During the meal, Mom and I sat across from each other. I kept my head down as I ate, but couldn't stop sneaking glances at Mom. She was still wearing that light blue short-sleeved nightgown from the other night.
"Yangyang," Mom suddenly spoke up. My heart jumped and I looked up, stammering, "W-what is it?"
Mom observed me with those cool yet alluring almond eyes, furrowing her beautiful willow-leaf brows after a moment. "What's going on with you? You've seemed distracted since this morning."
I hemmed and hawed, "It's nothing... I just didn't sleep well last night and feel a bit tired after a full day of classes."
Mom nodded in understanding. "Go rest after dinner then. The college entrance exam is a marathon. Take a day to relax and adjust your state of mind."
I nodded repeatedly and sped up my chewing, but inwardly I was panicking.
I felt like I had been poisoned by Mom.
Looking at Mom's sneakers made me think of those high heels on black stockinged feet. Looking at Mom's sportswear made me imagine the V-neck top that revealed her collarbone and freed her breasts, and the knee-length black skirt that showed off her plump calves. Looking at Mom's dignified and pretty face made me recall that seductive profile from the other night...
I truly could no longer look at Mom the same way as before!
Just as I was feeling unsettled, I suddenly felt a warm, jade-like hand on my head. I froze completely.
"Yangyang, I know the next two months of coursework will be very difficult. If anything is troubling you, make sure to tell Mom. I'll be here with you to get through this challenging time together."
That delicate hand gently rubbed my head. The warm, caring words seeped into my heart like sweet nectar. My nose stung and I felt like a terrible person.
"Mom, I understand. Don't worry," I gripped my chopsticks tightly and responded emphatically, as if making a vow.
"Mm, good boy. Mom has always believed in you." Mom patted my shoulder. "Finish eating, brush your teeth and go to sleep. I'll clean up the dishes."
After washing up and returning to my bedroom, I tossed and turned in bed, unable to fall asleep.
It wasn't because my penis was erect again, but because I kept thinking about what Jiang Fei had said.
He did have a point. If I really end up frequently pitching tents and unable to sleep in the future, it would definitely affect my studies. I could sense Mom's earnest expectations for me from what she just said. I absolutely cannot let Mom down...
Just as I made up my mind to use masturbation to solve future erection problems, my phone suddenly chimed next to my pillow.
I picked it up and saw Jiang Fei had sent a TXT file. The filename was just two characters - "Fallen Mother".
I frowned and typed: "What is this?"
Jiang Fei replied quickly: "The secret weapon to help you deal with persistent erections. Don't ask questions, just read it."
He added a mischievous emoji at the end.
Curious, I opened the document and read the first line: "My name is Fang Fan, I'm 15 years old..."
I haven't read many first-person narrative novels like this. It was indeed more immersive and I quickly became absorbed in the plot.
The sky outside gradually darkened. As I read deeper into the story, my breathing grew more rapid and my penis harder. My heart felt like it was wrapped in a rubber band, with the stunningly beautiful deputy mayor mother Su Zihan in the story as the one pulling on that band.
Whenever she refused Zhong Niu's shameless demands, it was as if she loosened the band around my heart. But every time she showed a hesitant expression, it felt like she was tightly gripping the band again.
I had never read this type of novel before and couldn't understand what that Fang Fan guy was up to. Shouldn't he have protected his mom as soon as he discovered something was wrong?
I thought that despicable Zhong Niu surely wouldn't succeed, but the author's writing clearly went against my expectations. In the end, that rubber band held by Su Zihan was indeed snapped by her own hand...
It felt like my heart had been violently struck by the broken band. I widened my eyes in shock, my whole body trembling. My penis rapidly softened, even more limp than usual.
"How could this happen?!" I cursed out loud. I clicked on the table of contents and flipped through it, only to find there were dozens more chapters. I decided it was better not to look and deleted the file, tossing my phone aside and burying myself under the covers to sleep.
Early the next morning, I strode out of my room full of energy.
Mom had already changed into her sportswear. Seeing my spirited appearance, she couldn't help but reveal a faint smile, teasing, "Little sleepyhead, you sure can sleep."
Looking at Mom's beautiful, flower-like face, I recalled the contents of that novel from last night and asked, "Is Dad not up yet?"
Mom shook her head, her ponytail swaying. "His flight is at 10 AM. He's still snoring in bed."
A strange impulse welled up in my heart. I mustered my courage and walked up to gently hug Mom, solemnly declaring, "Mom, I'll protect you while Dad is away."
Mom was stunned by my sudden attack, freezing in place.
The slender body in my arms gave off a faint, elegant fragrance. I couldn't help but sniff, reluctantly letting go of Mom.
Mom blinked her large, bright almond eyes and said in confusion, "Yangyang, what nonsense are you talking about?"
"N-nothing..."
My courage dissipated and I was also scared by my own boldness just now. Although Mom had become increasingly gentle with me as I grew older, no longer as strict as when I was little, we rarely had such intimate interactions as mother and son. The occasional head pat or arm hold was already the limit.
Seeing Mom's adorably bewildered expression that was unprecedented, I explained, "Didn't you say yesterday that you'd be here with me through this challenging time? I was thinking Dad will be gone to Xi City for at least half a year. You'll be teaching and taking care of me, which must be very difficult. If you're willing to be here for me during this challenging time, of course I want to be here for you too."
Hearing this, Mom burst out laughing. Her cool almond eyes curved into two beautiful crescents as she sighed wistfully, "Ah, my son really seems to have grown up."
"Of course!" I thumped my chest loudly. "I'm already 18 by East Asian age reckoning. I've long been a man!"
"Alright, alright, Mom knows you're a man now." Mom strode over on her long legs and pushed me towards the bathroom, saying, "Hurry and wash up for breakfast, or this man will be late for school."
Before she finished speaking, she couldn't help but let out another oriole-like laugh.
As usual, I drove Mom to school on my electric bike. This time I didn't get aroused again. My mind was filled with thoughts of studying hard for the college entrance exam and not letting Mom down.
When I got to the classroom and sat down, I caught sight of Jiang Fei winking at me excitedly. I glared at him in annoyance, not wanting to deal with him at all.
During the break between classes, he eagerly pulled me to an empty spot in the hallway and snickered, "So? Was it exciting? Did it work?"
It was indeed effective, and certainly exciting. I kept a straight face as I patted his shoulder. "Fatty, you should read more classics in your spare time. Reading too many of those novels will warp your mind."
Jiang Fei stared at me blankly. "What do you mean? You didn't like it?"
I shook my head firmly. "I didn't like it. I can't accept it."
"What do you mean you can't accept it?" Jiang Fei looked at me in disbelief. "It's just for a thrill, what's there to accept or not? It's all fictional, you don't need to get so invested, do you?"
I frowned. "Anyway, I can't accept it. Not even daring to protect your own family - that protagonist is too weak. To be precise, he's a coward!"
Hearing this, Jiang Fei stroked his chin and looked me up and down before saying in realization, "I get it, so you're into the pure love genre."
"What pure love?"
"Nothing, let's go. Class is about to start." Jiang Fei didn't explain further and walked towards the classroom.
In the afternoon, I drove Mom home on the electric bike. Dad had already messaged us that he arrived safely. Based on what I know, he'll likely enter a semi-out-of-contact state of frenzied archaeological work, which means Mom and I will be living together just the two of us for at least half a year.
To prove that what I said this morning wasn't a joke, after putting down my backpack and organizing my homework, I voluntarily went to the kitchen to help Mom.
Mom was wearing a light pink long silk nightgown today, with her slender waist cinched by an apron. Her smooth, shiny black hair was still tied in a ponytail, swaying slightly as she chopped vegetables.
"Mom, is there anything I can help with?" I asked as I walked up beside her.
Mom said dismissively, "What help could you be? Go rest in the living room. Don't make trouble for me."
I shook my head repeatedly. "No way, we agreed to get through this challenging time together. I'm not tired. Please give me a task."
Mom rolled her almond eyes and gave me an exasperated look. "Fine, peel the ginger then. Do it next to the trash can so you don't make a mess everywhere."
"Yes ma'am!" I answered loudly, taking the ginger and peeler to crouch by the trash can.
This was a simple task - just keep scraping the ginger with the peeler. As I peeled, my gaze was involuntarily drawn to Mom.
The kitchen trash can was placed against the wall, directly in front of the cutting board. Crouching there and looking up, I saw Mom with her slender white neck bent down, right hand gripping the knife and left hand holding the vegetables. The rapid "thunk thunk thunk" of the knife showed her skill. Her ponytail swayed left and right, inexplicably charming.
"This is a true virtuous wife and good mother..." I sighed inwardly, feeling a sense of happiness and pride at being the son of the woman before me.
My gaze continued downward. The loose nightgown completely concealed Mom's curves that were far more exquisite than those of women in their early 20s. I felt slightly disappointed, but then my eyes suddenly fixed on her exposed heels.
"Mom is wearing sandals with bare feet!" I shouted internally, immediately recalling the toes hidden behind black stockings that day!
What should I do? Should I look?
No! I need to protect Mom. I can't betray her!
But... just looking at her feet should... should be okay, right?
I swallowed hard. Before the battle between reason and desire could be decided, my heart started pounding furiously. A powerful wave suddenly surged up from my lower abdomen, drowning out any remaining rationality. Then this wave began pushing me to shift position, moving to Mom's right rear.
I took a deep breath. My hands continued peeling, but my eyes gazed towards the feet in transparent sandals.
This was truly a perfect lotus foot!
The entire foot was small and delicate, white with a rosy tinge. The arch had graceful curves. The part of the sole touching the sandal was smooth and tender, without a hint of dead skin. The five toes were like jade, pressed tightly together. The nails were round and full, with a healthy pink color.
I stared intently, only reluctantly looking away after finishing peeling the entire ginger. As I prepared to stand up, I suddenly realized my penis was erect again, harder than ever before.
I turned and tossed the ginger and peeler onto the cutting board, hurriedly saying, "Mom, I'm done peeling. I need to use the bathroom, I can't hold it."
Mom quickly reached out to stop the rolling ginger, scolding, "How far is the bathroom from you? You're acting so reckless at your age!"
"Ugh, I really need to pee!" I called out in a half-whining tone as I ducked into the bathroom. I took off my pants and helplessly looked at the iron rod pointing skyward between my legs. I turned on the faucet and aimed my penis to catch the flowing water.
My desire gradually subsided as the cool water poured over it. I looked up at my still slightly flushed face in the mirror and gave myself a slap - not too hard, but not too light either.
After dinner, I returned to my bedroom and forced myself to focus, setting a goal to finish three sets of practice tests before 9:30 PM. This challenge wasn't too difficult for me - I could accomplish it as long as I concentrated.
I rubbed my face vigorously to energize myself, then sat at my desk and took out an English practice test. Just as I set the alarm and clicked my pen, ready to dive into the sea of questions, my phone suddenly rang.
I glanced at the screen and saw it was a message notification. I decided to ignore it, but the notification sound kept going off one after another, ringing over a dozen times before finally falling silent.
"Who is it? Are they crazy?" I said angrily as I picked up my phone and unlocked it. I saw a red circle with "13" displayed on the avatar labeled "Fatty".
I curiously opened the chat window. As my eyes scanned the screen, my expression instantly froze.
"Mother's Conquest Guide", "Heavenly Fate", "Return to Eden", "Rhyme Mother's Conquest", "Beauty Mother in Hand"...
One TXT document after another appeared before my eyes, totaling twelve in all!
The last was a text message from Jiang Fei: Bro, these are all classic masterpieces. Pure love, no NTR, high word count to keep you satisfied. Take them and use them, no need to thank me.
"Don't disturb me! I'm doing my test papers!" After replying to the message, I silently turned off my phone screen, gripped my pen, and started looking at the first multiple-choice question.
Five minutes later, I was still stuck on the first question. My leg was bouncing nervously, and I twirled my pen between my fingers as my thoughts raced.
Clack. The pen slipped from my hand and hit the desk.
I sat frozen for a long moment before glancing at the closed bedroom door. Slowly, I picked up my phone again.
It's Friday, and school's out. I can just make up these three test papers tomorrow… I convinced myself almost instantly. Pressing my left fist against my mouth, I unlocked my phone with my right hand, scrolled up and down with my thumb, and tapped on a document titled The Tempting Mother in My Hands: The Chinese temperament is always inclined toward compromise…
I didn't expect the opening line to be a famous quote from Lu Xun, which instantly piqued my interest…
"Yangyang, time for your bath."
I had no idea how much time had passed when my mother's voice suddenly rang in my ears.
I jolted in surprise, quickly turning off my phone screen and shouting back, "Coming!"
Only then did I realize my voice was hoarse, my throat dry as if on fire, my mind a foggy mess, and my heart filled with unspeakable shock.
How… how could the protagonist treat his mother like that? I kept turning the question over in my mind, but my body grew hotter and hotter, as if burning up. My penis—no, my cock!
My huge cock was so hard it could be used as a crowbar!
The instinctive urge to release completely incinerated all reason. I stuffed my phone into my pocket, used my pajamas to cover my lower half, and opened the bedroom door—only to be greeted by the sight of a delicate, snow-white foot, toes hooked into a flip-flop, swaying lazily in the air.
It was Mom!
She was lounging on the sofa, scrolling through her phone, her long, slender legs crossed and resting on the edge. Though her conservative, full-length pajamas hid her alluring figure, her graceful, elegant form was beyond mere words like a beauty reclining.
My breathing grew ragged. Not daring to look any longer, I hurried into the bathroom and slammed the frosted glass door shut behind me.
I stripped off my clothes, turned the shower on full blast, and let the roaring water become my perfect cover.
I turned my phone back on, scrolling through the screen filled with forbidden, lustful words with one hand while the other slowly wrapped around my raging, throbbing cock!
"Ah…"
A strange yet intensely pleasurable sensation spread through my body as my palm made contact. My brows relaxed, and I couldn't help but let out a moan.
Memories of that night when Mom had pleasured Dad flashed through my mind, stirring my excitement. My arm began pumping faster and faster, and with it came an indescribable, overwhelming pleasure—the kind that made my scalp tingle, something I had never experienced before!
On the phone screen, the protagonist was doing everything he could to break his mother's shame, thrusting relentlessly into her wanton pussy. My movements grew even more frantic, more desperate.
My gaze accidentally flicked to the mirror above the sink, reflecting a face I barely recognized.
Glazed eyes, flushed cheeks, trembling lips, and a twisted expression.
Was that really me?
The question had barely formed in my mind when an explosion of pleasure—far more intense than anything before—erupted in my skull!
I knew this feeling!
This was the feeling of a wet dream!
I... I love this feeling!
This is the real me!
"Ah... ahhh!"
My legs trembled violently as my cock fired thick ropes of cum like a machine gun with a fresh clip. At the same time, heavenly pleasure washed over me. I thrust my hips wildly, unconsciously murmuring, "Mom... I'm giving it all to you..."
(End of Chapter )