Ultimately, I didn't manage to completely "take down" my mom during our shared hospital stay, but there was nothing to be done. It was all my fault for having too strong a constitution. The doctors had predicted at least a month in the hospital, but I was practically fully recovered in twenty days.
Of course, the progress made in those short twenty days was quite gratifying.
Who would have thought that the night before being admitted to the hospital, I was beaten until my nose bled for wanting my mom to help me with my hand? Yet, the night before discharge, my mom, in order to protect her pure white tiger's den, actually chose to take her cherry-like little mouth and pleasure me with my large cock to release my tension.
Even I felt a ridiculous sense of having dreamt a beautiful dream. That special care room felt like a fantasy realm existing only in imagination.
When I carried my bags and returned with my mom to the small three-bedroom apartment where I'd lived for seventeen years, this illusion only grew stronger. Almost every familiar scene that met my eyes would stir deep memories within me. These were memories belonging to our family of three. In those memories, I was just a son, and Mom was just Mom.
I felt an inexplicable sense of gain and loss. As Mom put down her bags to change her shoes, I suddenly dropped my luggage and rushed forward, embracing her soft, slender, and delicate body.
Mom was startled, thinking I was up to something bad. She struggled, saying angrily, "You stinky brat! Can't you behave for a moment after just getting back? I still need to tidy up the room! Let go!"
I held on even tighter, as if I wanted to merge her into my body. My voice was filled with apprehension, "Mom, I just want to hug you."
Seemingly sensing my low spirits, Mom quieted down in my arms. She reached out and stroked my hair, asking, "What's wrong, Yangyang? Aren't you happy now that you're discharged?"
"No."
I pouted and buried my head in Mom's neck, saying pitifully, "Mom, I feel like everything that happened at the Third Hospital was a dream. Now that I'm home, it feels like waking up. I'm a little scared."
Mom fell silent for a moment at my words. She then wrapped her slender arms around my waist.
My heart surged with excitement. I understood this as Mom's silent affirmation, but I still pressed on, "Mom, you'll still love me like you did at the Third Hospital, right?"
Mom's grip on my arms suddenly tightened, holding me firmly. She rested her head against my chest and smiled gently, "It depends on your performance."
"I'll definitely perform well, and I won't disappoint you!"
I said excitedly, unable to resist kissing her fragrant, slender neck.
Mom, however, quickly turned her head, pushed me away, and said irritably, "We might be talking about different kinds of performance! Stay away from me for now. I need to change the bedsheets and pillowcases. You go sweep and mop. Remember, Mom is watching your performance."
"Yes, Mother!"
I wasn't in a hurry. I quickly saluted and accepted the order. We, mother and son, cleaned the rooms that had been empty for over twenty days, inside and out.
By the time we finished, it was nearly nine o'clock. Mom and I were both tired. I sat on the sofa to rest. Seeing Mom come out of the bedroom with her pajamas, I quickly got up and went over, grinning, "Mom, can I shower with you?"
Mom's pretty face blushed slightly, and she shot me a sideways glance. "Sit there obediently and wait. I have something to tell you later."
My heart fluttered, captivated by Mom's bright, peach-like eyes. I thought Mom was a little shy about bathing naked with me, so I nodded enthusiastically, "Okay, I'll wait for you. Make sure you wash up nicely, okay?"
"You little devil! What nonsense are you talking about!"
Mom flicked me lightly with her pajamas and swayed into the bathroom.
I couldn't help but chuckle at the sight. My mother's playfully annoyed and charming expression finally confirmed that our mother-son relationship had truly broken through. Restless, I waited in the living room for a while. The bathroom door opened, and my mother emerged. She was wearing a simple white striped long nightgown, transparent flat sandals, and her long hair was cascading down her shoulders.
As they say, "Clear water emerges from a lotus, beautiful naturally without adornment." My mother, fresh from her bath, was the perfect embodiment of that phrase. I eagerly leaped towards her, arms outstretched, ready to embrace her.
However, my mother's fair and rosy cheeks showed a hint of disdain. She sidestepped me and urged, "You're all sweaty, don't rub against me. Go take a shower quickly!"
"No, Mom, you're too beautiful. Let me hug you first."
I clung to my mother, acting like a spoiled child.
My mother shot me a helpless glance, then placed her hands on my arms, stopping me from moving around. She then tiptoed and gently kissed my forehead. Patting my shoulder, she said, "There, happy now? Go take a shower, you smell like sweat!"
"No!"
I shook my head, cupping my mother's soft, fair cheeks with both hands. I kissed her full, alluring red lips and praised her repeatedly, "Mom, you smell so good!"
My mother's cheeks flushed, and she couldn't help but give me a kick. Raising her delicate eyebrows, she said angrily, "Get lost and go take a shower!"
I laughed heartily and dashed into the bathroom. In less than ten minutes, I was done washing up. Wearing only a pair of briefs, I casually walked out, finding my mother sitting on the sofa with her long legs crossed. Her incredibly beautiful face was etched with thought, and the tip of her right foot, suspended in mid-air, was unconsciously tapping her sandal. I stared, mesmerized, and quickly walked over, intending to pounce on her.
Sensing my movement, my mother's expression immediately turned serious. She said earnestly, "Yangyang, Mom wants to talk to you."
"Okay, I'll talk while hugging you."
I agreed casually and leaned in to hug my mother. But she raised her hand and exclaimed loudly, "Stop! Sit down and let me finish speaking first."
Helpless, I scratched my head and sat down beside my mother.
My mother's gaze swept over my fit and well-proportioned body, then flickered to my briefs, which were bulging conspicuously due to my large erection. Her face flushed slightly, and she feigned composure as she said, "Before, when you wanted to talk to me, I always took it seriously and thought about your words carefully. Today, Mom wants to have a heart-to-heart with you. Don't you think you should also act a little more serious?"
Hearing her words, I couldn't help but nod. My restless mood gradually calmed down. I took my mother's soft, jade-like hand and replied, "No problem, Mom. You can speak, I'm listening."
My mother smiled, and her next words hit me like a ton of bricks: "Yangyang, Mom can help you from now on, but only twice a week at most."
She then preempted my reaction. Before I could question her, she continued, "Don't rush. Let Mom explain. When you were hospitalized, you were lying in bed all day, doing nothing but studying and looking at your phone. Mom knows you were frustrated, so even if you wanted Mom every day, I could勉强 understand."
"But now you've recovered. During the day at school, you need to focus on your classes, manage your social life, and occasionally go out with friends to relax. This is the life a normal high school student should lead. Although Mom always has expectations for your grades, I won't use improving them as a reward to help you."
"If you only focus on studying at school and coming home to me after school, with your mind entirely on these two things, you'll gradually isolate yourself. Mom hopes you'll not only have excellent grades but also a healthy, sunny, cheerful, and generous personality. If you're too detached from your peers for too long, you'll become increasingly unsociable, and in the future, you might become a freak in the eyes of others. Mom doesn't want you to become like that."
Hearing my mother's earnest words, I felt a pang of unwillingness, but I didn't know how to refute her. I could only lower my face and remain silent.
Seeing me like this, my mother hesitated for a moment before continuing, "Also... Yangyang, regarding what you called your 'dark side,' Mom still finds it a bit difficult to accept. So... so Mom agrees to help you, but you can't touch my body casually anymore."
"What!?"
I finally couldn't hold back and shouted at the top of my lungs, "Why!? You just promised you'd love me like before, and now you won't even let me touch you? You lied to me again!"
"Ah, keep your voice down! Can you calm down first?"
Mom wore a look of helpless resignation, as if she'd known this would happen.
I roughly shook off Mom's small hand, filled with anger and a sense of injustice. "No! I can't calm down!"
"If you can't calm down, then forget it!"
Seeing me like this, Mom's peach blossom eyes widened, and she glared, her willow eyebrows furrowed. "You want me to calm down and listen to you, but when I want to talk to you, you can't calm down. What's the point of talking like this? I'm not saying anything more! Don't come looking for me again!"
With that, Mom huffed and got up, about to return to the bedroom.
My heart lurched, the hot blood rushing to my head quickly receded. I quickly plastered on a smile and grabbed Mom's small hand again, ignoring her struggles, and forcefully pulled her back onto the sofa. "Ah, Mom, please don't be angry. I was wrong, I just got impulsive! Please, continue. I'll listen carefully."
Mom crossed her arms and stared at me silently.
My face was a mask of misery, and I clasped my hands together, repeatedly apologizing. "Mother, you are magnanimous, please forgive me. I… I just love you too much, I can't control my emotions. I was wrong, I was truly wrong."
Complex emotions swirled in Mom's cool, clear peach blossom eyes. After a moment, she suddenly sighed. "Yangyang, why can't you be more considerate of your mother? Mom told you she's not mentally prepared yet."
I argued, "I understand you're not prepared, but I don't understand why you won't let me touch you. A few days ago, I was feeling incredibly uncomfortable too, but when you disagreed, I didn't force anything you couldn't accept. Even after all this, you still don't trust me?"
A faint blush suddenly appeared on Mom's exquisite face, and she lowered her head slightly, her voice barely a whisper. "It's not that Mom doesn't trust you, it's… it's that I don't trust myself. I want to resist that impulse, but it's really… really difficult."
My breath hitched, and my heart immediately began to pound wildly.
So… Mom didn't want me to touch her out of fear that I would lose control, but because she was afraid she herself would be the first to succumb to physical desire before she was mentally ready.
Mom couldn't yet cross the taboo of their mother-son blood relationship, but she found it hard to resist the urges brought on by physical pleasure. That's why, in the days before she was discharged, she would surrender a sensitive spot each night. This was actually Mom's reason fighting against desire. Reason alone couldn't conquer desire, so Mom had retreated step by step. With each concession, she could comfort herself by thinking that since it had gone this far today, she couldn't go any further.
It was like a frog that jumped into warm water, knowing the eventual outcome but unable to resist the pleasant warmth, even actively adding fuel to the fire.
I suddenly felt like I had missed out on the entire world. At this rate, if she had stayed in the hospital just one more day, I would have successfully lost my virginity thanks to Mom's tender, pink mounds.
Just as I was lamenting this, I suddenly felt Mom actively move closer, her warm, jade-like hand caressing my cheek. Her peach blossom eyes, full of gentle affection, gazed at me softly. She whispered, "Yangyang, reaching this point between us is something I never imagined. Just like you said, Mom also feels like this is all a dream. But the fact is, it has happened. You saw what you shouldn't have seen, you touched what you shouldn't have touched, and we did what we shouldn't have done. Mom is trying to convince herself to accept this absurd reality, and I will gather the courage to face my own dark side, but this takes time. If you truly love Mom, please don't rush me like this, okay?"
I stared blankly into those peach blossom eyes, filled with indulgence and tender love, and nodded involuntarily.
Just as I knew how to control Mom through kisses and caresses, Mom also knew exactly how to control me.
Whenever Mom looked at me with that expression, I was completely unable to refuse any of her requests.
Seeing my nod, Mom smiled with relief and leaned in, pressing her red lips against mine. She intended a simple peck, but I refused. I opened my arms and wrapped them around her slender waist. Raising my right hand, I gently pressed down on the back of Mom's head. Mom immediately let out a soft moan as my tongue pried open her lips.
"Tsk tsk… Mmm… Mmm…"
The sounds of lips and tongues sucking, accompanied by soft gasps, filled the living room. Mom's fragrant tongue gradually began to respond, and her slender hands wrapped around my neck.
With a push of my feet, I pressed Mom down onto the sofa. My mouth left Mom's warm, sweet cherry lips and moved to lick her fair, slender neck and fragrant shoulders. At the same time, my hands reached down, cupping her round, full, and elastic breasts.
"Don't... stop, Yangyang..."
My mother felt my mischievous hands and quickly grabbed my wrist, panting, "You just promised Mama, you can't touch Mama's body."
I slightly lifted my head, opened my mouth, and took my mother's crystal clear, pink earlobe into my mouth, breathing warmly as I said, "Mom, what I say today doesn't take effect today, does it? I'll agree to all your requests, but starting from tomorrow."
Upon hearing this, my mother's delicate body trembled slightly, and she panicked, "No... no, Yangyang... Mama won't be able to resist..."
A smug smile curved my lips, and I chuckled, "Mom, you know yourself how cruel your request is to me, right? So, I'll have to punish you again today. Don't worry, I won't go in, even if you beg me out of discomfort. Just try to bear it."
"No... I refuse... Ah!"
My mother shook her head, her charming face flushed with desire, showing a hint of resistance and shame. But I said no more. I suddenly stood up, hooked my arms under her knees, and with a surge of my waist, I directly swept her up into a princess carry.
My mother let out a soft cry and hurriedly wrapped her arms around my neck, burying her head deep in my chest. Her delicate, fair feet were nervously crossed, swaying up and down with my steps into the bedroom, drawing eye-catching curves.
Carrying my mother to my room, I gently placed her on the bed. Then, I took off my underwear and pressed down on her.
My mother's pretty face flushed red, her peach blossom eyes hazy, staring intently at my sturdy body and thick rod straddling her. Her breathing had already become rapid.
I calmly leaned down and began kissing her from her smooth forehead, then moved to her willow-leaf eyebrows and peach blossom eyes. Her delicate nose, glistening with sweat, was not spared either. Next, I kissed her cheeks, ears, and neck, leaving light kiss marks and traces of moisture everywhere.
At the same time, my hands had already undone her plain white striped pajamas and removed her dark blue, modest bra, revealing her proud, upright breasts. The seductive, wet kisses started from her neck and slowly moved down, kissing her sexy collarbone. Then, my tongue circled her breasts, licking upwards, round and round.
"Mmm... Yangyang... Mhmm..."
My mother finally let out a sweet moan. She pressed her hands on my head, wanting me to quickly favor her erect, pink nipples. But I forcefully shook my head. Just as my lips were about to touch her nipples, ready to take them into my mouth and nibble, I changed direction and kissed her fair, slender arm.
"Mmm... Yangyang... Hurry back... Go back and kiss Mama there..."
My mother pleaded in a seductive voice.
I grinned mischievously, "Mom, where is 'there'?"
"My breasts... lick Mama's breasts..."
"What? Where are your breasts?"
"Mhmm..."
My mother's moans carried a hint of a sob as she changed her words, "Lick... my nipples... Ah... good son, quickly lick Mama's nipples..."
"I won't. Don't forget this is your punishment."
I cruelly refused my mother, and at the same time, I pulled her arm out from her pajamas. I licked down her arm, over her forearm, across the back of her hand, and took each of her five slender fingers into my mouth, sucking on them. Then, I licked my way back up the other side, my mouth returning near her breasts. I repeated the same process around her other breast, kissing her entire upper body.
My mother was now completely lost in a haze of passion. Seeing that I was still reluctant to touch her nipples, she impatiently began to caress them with her own hands.
This sight made my throat dry and I swallowed hard. I quickly lowered my head and kissed her flat, smooth abdomen. My tongue followed suit, drawing circles around her small, cute navel. As I reached her slender waist, I hooked my hands into the waistband of her pajama pants and said softly, "Mom, lift your butt a little."
Mom obediently straightened her waist and hips, and I stripped her bare, along with her underwear, completely revealing her alluring body, as white and jade-like as precious stone.
I shifted my body lower, lowered my head, and my lips landed on the slightly warm pubic area. My tongue slowly licked along the base of her thighs, inch by inch approaching the moist, overflowing mound of her vulva.
"Mmm… mmm… Yangyang… hurry… hurry…"
Feeling my burning tongue, Mom immediately abandoned her breasts. Her jade-like hands grabbed my hair and pushed my head towards her honey hole. Her two fair, plump, long legs also proactively lifted and hooked around my neck, forcefully pressing me down.
I knelt on the bed, my waist and abdomen working together with my upper body to resist Mom. Yet, my tongue was like a mischievous little snake, gliding over the soft, moist mons pubis, licking back and forth along the pink, tender labia on either side of her honey hole, deliberately not getting any closer to the opening.
"Ah… mmm… mmm… Yangyang… Mom feels so uncomfortable… help Mom…"
Mom couldn't help but start to thrust her plump hips, controlled by desire, wanting to push her vulva towards my mouth. But I gritted my teeth, resisting the temptation. I turned my face, and my mouth landed on Mom's thigh.
The torment began again. I kissed my way along her firm, plump thighs all the way to her slender, straight calves, kissed her delicate, small ankles, kissed her fair, alluring feet, and sucked on her five clear and crystalline toes with force. Then, I traced my way back along the other side, returning to the base of her thighs, circling the increasingly moist mound of her vulva to her other leg, and repeating the entire process from beginning to end.
By the time I had licked Mom's entire front half, she was too exhausted to moan, only breathing heavily and emitting soft, purring sounds. Her delicate body was flushed in patches, twitching restlessly like a snake, her cheeks covered in a captivating beauty that sent shivers down one's spine.
I rose to my knees, my cock hard as iron. I grabbed Mom's two fair, tender jade feet and commanded, "Mom, get on all fours."
Mom seemed to have lost the ability to think. She raised her tear-filled, doe-like eyes, cast a resentful glance at me, and obediently flipped over to lie on her stomach on the bed.
My gaze swept from top to bottom over this perfect body, as if a gift from heaven. My cock stood tall and proud between my legs.
Her long hair was scattered messily over her shoulders. Her entire back was smooth as a mirror, fair as snow. Two perfect curves extended downwards from her straight shoulders, narrowing at her slender, soft waist, then widening into an arc, blooming at her round, full buttocks. They then contracted again, transforming into slender, perfectly straight lines that ran all the way down her legs to her jade-like feet.
This is my Mom!
This is my body!
No one can take her away!
I roared internally, my possessiveness exploding. I leaned down, my tongue landing on her back, kissing it madly.
That's right, I planned to lick Mom's entire back from beginning to end again.
At the same time, I pressed my dragon-like cock between Mom's buttocks, slowly thrusting along the deep, tight cleft.
"Mmmph… mmm…呜… Mom… Mom feels so uncomfortable…"
Mom suddenly let out a soft cry. Her hard-held reason and the last shred of her modesty were completely shattered by my thick shaft. She abruptly propped herself up with her hands, pushing my body away. Her two straight, slender legs knelt on the bed, her round, perky buttocks pushed backward, adopting a position like a rutting bitch.
"Hurry… Yangyang… give Mom… good son, hurry and give it to me…"
Mom pleaded in a seductive voice, swaying her plump hips back and forth, searching for that hot, firm big cock.
I felt like I was about to explode, but I didn't want to satisfy Mom just yet. If I said I wouldn't insert it, I wouldn't. If I inserted it now, it might be fine tomorrow too, but once Mom sobered up, she would definitely feel uncomfortable, and I would become a man of broken promises.
Ultimately, Mom and I are the same kind of people. This seemingly unreasonable persistence is our common trait.
Although I wasn't able to finish licking the lower half of Mom's body as planned, I couldn't maintain my current position either. Faced with this perfect, yielding body offering itself for love, even a god couldn't resist for long.
I quickly slid under Mom and lay on the bed, smiling as I gazed at her disheveled, desire-filled, beautiful face. "Mom, are you satisfied with your son's punishment?"
Mom's eyes were hazy as she stared at me with extreme longing. She pouted and said in a sweet, spoiled voice, "Yangyang... you're so bad... Mom hates you... Mom feels so uncomfortable... take me, Yangyang... hurry and take Mom..."
I couldn't help but pant, my voice hoarse. "Mom, do you know what sugu is?"
"Wh... what?"
Mom gently shook her head, her hair flowing.
"Look down."
Hearing me, Mom lowered her head. I was pressing my pigeon-egg-sized glans, pressing my 20-centimeter thick cock against my lower abdomen.
"Come on, Mom, sit down and let your slutty pussy swallow me."
"Mmm..."
Mom let out a soft moan, her body going limp. She directly sat on me, her flushed peach blossom eyes glaring at me in embarrassment, "Don't say dirty words!"
I ignored Mom's unthreatening warning and instructed, "You're sitting in the wrong position. You should use your labia to clamp my big cock."
As Mom searched for my cock, she hit me hard with her small hand, angrily saying, "You brat! Don't say dirty... Ah... Mmm... so hot... Mmm-ah..."
Her angry words were cut short by a sudden, high-pitched moan. I immediately felt my cock being bitten by a wet, slippery little mouth, and I couldn't help but gasp in pleasure.
Mom no longer needed my guidance. She placed her hands on my chest and knelt on me, following her body's instincts, thrusting her hips back and forth. Her baihu mantou (white tiger bun) pussy, which was gripping my thick cock, slid up and down continuously.
"Mmm... Ah... Mmm-uh... so good... so thick... Mmm-hmm... so hot..."
Mom tilted her head back, closed her eyes, and panted continuously.
I felt a bit of regret. Mom was definitely enjoying herself, but I was suffering the whole time. However, I had promised not to penetrate, so I couldn't. I had to think of a way to stimulate myself to finish quickly, otherwise, I felt I would likely break my promise.
You see, whether our mother and son could cross that final step depended not on Mom, but on me. As long as I released my grip on my glans, the already dazed and confused Mom would immediately use her honey-dripping, baihu mantou pussy to swallow my thick cock.
After thinking for a moment, I reached out with my other hand and cupped Mom's shaking jade breasts, asking, "Mom, is this method good for your son?"
As Mom supported my body and swayed her hips, she nodded imperceptibly and replied intermittently, "Good... Mom feels so good... Yangyang, you're so skilled..."
I pinched her hard nipple with my finger and continued, "Did Dad ever play with you like this?"
"Mmmph... Ah..."
Mom's body trembled, and her moans grew louder. She said shyly and angrily, "Don't... don't mention your dad at a time like this... Mmm-hmm..."
I gradually increased the pressure on her nipple, my tone becoming more forceful. "Why shouldn't I mention him? I just want to know if you're this slutty in front of Dad. Hurry up and tell me!"
"Mmm... ah..."
Mom suddenly lifted her head and cried out, her voice choked with tears, "No... I'm not slutty... Mommy's not slutty... Your daddy... ah... your daddy wouldn't dare play with Mommy like this..."
Hearing this, my breathing grew heavier, and I continued to ask, "How often do you sleep with Dad? Tell me!"
Mom's body swayed back and forth with increasing amplitude and speed. The seductive charm on her face, completely consumed by lust, grew more intense. "Before... Mmm ah... before, two or three times a month... Now... now once every two or three months... Mmm..."
"Is it because Dad can't satisfy you?"
"Yes... Mmm hmm... He can't satisfy me..."
"Why?"
"Because... sob sob... whimper... Because he's not big enough... Mommy likes them thick and long... Mmm hmm... Mommy likes Yangyang like that..."
"What do you like about me?"
"I like... Mmm hmm... I like Yangyang's little dick..."
"Say it again! What do you like about me?"
"Mmm hmm... I like... Mmm... I like Yangyang's... big dick..."
Slap! I suddenly sat up straight and slapped my mother's bouncing, plump buttocks hard with my open palm!
"Ah!"
Mom let out a startled scream, her buttocks jiggled, and a bright red palm print immediately appeared on her fair, smooth skin.
"Say it again! What do you like about me?"
"Sob sob... Mommy really likes... Mmm hmm... really likes Yangyang's big cock..."
Mom finally said what I wanted to hear, and finally burst into tears. Two streams of tears flowed down from her hazy, alluring eyes, but the seductive charm on her face was almost palpable.
Suddenly, Mom stopped all movement. Her arched back began to tremble, and her slender legs, which had been on either side of me, suddenly exerted force and clamped down on me. She shrieked, "Ah! I peed... Mommy peed again..."
The next second, she opened her arms and lunged at me, hugging me tightly. Her wet, tender lips pressed all over my face, kissing me wildly, as if in a frenzy.
I felt a slight suction on my shaft as a warm, sweet moisture flowed down, causing my scrotum to contract. I quickly put one arm around Mom and used the other to gently stroke my glans, burying my head in the depths of her sweat-drenched neck and growling, "Mom! Can your son fuck you with his big cock quickly? You won't feel uncomfortable anymore. Can your son fuck you every day for the rest of your life?"
Mom knelt on my lap, her upper body pressed tightly against mine. Her full, soft breasts were slightly distorted by the pressure, and her slender arms wrapped around my head, her hands gripping my hair. She breathed out fragrant words, rambling as if in a daze, "Okay... good son... Mommy will let you fuck her every day... let Yangyang's big cock fuck you..."
"Mom, son is going to cum! I'm going to cum for you! For you, you slutty mother! Hiss ah..."
"Mmm... cum, my precious son... Mommy is here..."
I felt a tremor run through my tailbone, and an overwhelming pleasure surged through me like a tidal wave. My hot semen gushed out uncontrollably...
There's a saying online that men want their women to be like noble ladies in public but like whores in bed. I now have a deep understanding of this saying myself.
Since punishing Mom that night, our lives as mother and son gradually returned to normal. I resumed my campus life, driving Mom to and from school every day, and studying even harder than before.
Mom's attitude towards me has completely changed. Especially when we get home, hugs and kisses have become a habit. However, at school, Mom is still aloof and strict, still the formidable sports teacher who never smiles.
Whenever I hear other students discussing who was disciplined by the "Terminator Teacher" again, or which class's unlucky students were made to run laps around the field by her, I can't help but feel a secret thrill. Because only I in this world know how alluring and captivating Mother, the nickname "Terminator Teacher" of Sixth High, truly is in bed. I wish for it to be physical education class every day, so I can take the opportunity to savor the cool pride in Mom's expression when she faces me, which is now almost nonexistent. Perhaps this is what they call masochistic psychology.
Before, when Mom was still a strict mother, I always wished she would treat me more kindly. Now that Mom is always as gentle as water, I secretly wish to see Mom's serious and cold, yet alluring appearance more often. Unfortunately, as graduating students, we only have one physical education class a week now.
I've been well-behaved these past few days, listening attentively in class and diligently doing homework at home. Apart from the occasional long French kiss with Mom, I haven't done anything out of line. This continued until Thursday night at 9:30 PM. After showering, I walked into the living room and saw Mom watching TV with her long legs crossed, casually picking at her slippers. My heart immediately stirred.
"Mom."
I plopped down beside her, wrapping my arms around her soft, fragrant body, my tone laced with a hint of childishness.
Mom had already showered. Wearing a light blue, long nightgown, her delicate figure exuded a rich fragrance. Her exceptionally beautiful face wore a faint smile. She turned her head, looking at me with her alluring, peach-shaped eyes: "What's wrong, Yangyang?"
I chuckled, pointing to my sleep pants, which were strained by my erection: "You said you'd help me twice a week. I haven't used mine once this week. Could you help me?"
Mom's pretty face flushed: "How about... we wait a bit? Mom wants to finish watching this episode, okay?"
I had no objections. I'd been holding back for four days, so a little longer wouldn't hurt. I simply put my arm around Mom and we watched over twenty minutes of a nonsensical domestic melodrama.
When the preview for the next episode appeared, I impatiently grabbed the remote and turned off the TV, then pulled Mom toward the bedroom.
"Oh, slow down!"
Mother's cheeks were slightly flushed as I pulled her up from the sofa, her voice a soft complaint.
Looking at Mother's shy and beautiful face, I teased, "Mom, why are you shy? We're an old married couple."
"You wicked child, what nonsense are you spouting!"
Mother became even more embarrassed at my words, lightly swatting my shoulder with her small hand.
My skin isn't as thin as Mother's. I entered the room, stripped off my clothes in a flash, and lay down on the bed. I looked at Mother and said, "Mother, since you won't let me touch you, it's all up to you from now on. I promise not to touch you inappropriately."
"Shameless!"
Mother gave me a look with her large, bright, peach-blossom eyes, a blush coloring her cheeks. She kicked off her slippers and climbed onto the bed. Just like when we were in the hospital room, she spread her fair, jade-like feet on either side of my legs, arching her back slightly, her head lowered. She reached out her slender, delicate hands and grasped my hot, hard, thick cock.
I leaned back against the headboard, my penis feeling Mother's gentle, soothing caress. Gazing at Mother's charming and captivating face, a sense of immense satisfaction welled up in my heart.
However, I had some experience with Mother's touch. For her to make me ejaculate with just her hands was a pipe dream.
Ten minutes later, her two delicate little feet were also clamped onto my penis. Mother was already sweating on her brow, but I felt I was still far from climax.
Twenty minutes later, Mother's back was aching terribly. She turned onto her side, resting her head on my lower abdomen, and opened her cherry-like lips to take my thick cock into her warm mouth, her smooth, soft tongue licking back and forth on my glans.
This was Mother's third time performing oral sex, and my third time receiving it. I wasn't sure about Mother's skill, but I could feel her seriousness and dedication.
Yet, for me, this stimulation was still not enough.
Thirty minutes later, I reached out and stroked Mother's dark, shiny, soft hair that had fallen onto my stomach. I said, somewhat helplessly, "Mom, why don't you let me touch you? I won't be able to ejaculate like this all night."
Hearing this, Mother spat out my glans, which was glistening from her licking. She propped herself up on my thighs and turned her head, her moist, peach-blossom eyes staring at me, a look of reproach in them. "It's true that men don't cherish what they've obtained. This saying is indeed correct."
I was completely confused. "You... what do you mean?"
Mother glanced at me. "When we were at the Third Hospital, the first time I helped you, you ejaculated the moment I held you with my hands. Now, look at you, Mother used... used her mouth and you, you brat, don't even feel anything!"
I wanted to cry but had no tears. "Mother, you can't blame me for this. That... that feeling is just not there. How about you be merciful and let me touch you?"
"Absolutely not!"
Mother refused immediately.
I thought for a moment and then said, "Then say something dirty..."
"Song Yang! Shut up!"
Mother's willow-like eyebrows knitted as she interrupted me. "How many times have I told you not to use vulgar language? Don't even think about it!"
"Alright."
I shrugged. Actually, Mother did enjoy saying dirty things, but that was only when she was overcome with lust and in a state of daze. Right now, I couldn't touch her, couldn't provide her with stimulation, and couldn't break through her reserved and traditional exterior. It was impossible to expect her to say anything dirty.
"Then what do you suggest?"
If nothing would work, I just flopped straight onto the bed, making myself completely pliant.
Mother hesitated for a moment, then suddenly climbed off the bed and walked out in her slippers.
I almost burst into tears: "Mom, you... you can be so heartless to me?"
But Mother turned back and gave me a charming glare: "Wait a moment, lie there obediently and don't move!"
Did she... have an idea?
I suddenly became curious, secretly wondering what Mother planned to do. After about ten minutes, Mother returned, and the moment I looked at her, I froze like a statue.
A V-neck short shirt, knee-length skirt, and semi-transparent black stockings...
Wasn't this the very outfit that started it all, the one that led to my awakening sexual awareness?
Except for the high heels, everything else was exactly the same!
"Yang Yang, do you feel something now?"
Mother leaned against the doorframe, her eyes holding a hint of passion, and softly asked me with a smile.
I scrambled up from the bed, my eyes fixed on my incredibly beautiful Mother at that moment, nodding my head like a chick pecking at rice.
Seeing me like this, Mother immediately gave me a flirtatious eye-roll. She swayed her body and slowly walked towards me, lifting one of her slender legs wrapped in black stockings, and presented her black-stockinged feet, filled with endless mysterious temptation, before me: "You haven't been able to forget that night, have you? Come on, Mother will wear them for you again today."
I could no longer hold back. My hands cupped her black-stockinged feet, so close to my face, and I inhaled deeply, licking them in a daze. Mother smiled seductively and sat back on the bed, lifting her other small foot and placing it on my iron-hard erection, gently rubbing it with the sole of her black stocking.
Feeling these black-stockinged legs that had haunted my dreams for countless nights, my breathing grew rapid. I panted, "Mom, please lie on the bed and kneel."
"Naughty Yang Yang, what do you want to do?"
Mother, who had been propping herself up with her hands at the foot of the bed, gazed at me with her hazy, moist peach-blossom eyes as I played with her black-stockinged legs and dainty feet. Upon hearing my words, her pretty face became even more flushed. She asked in a syrupy voice, but before I could answer, she turned her soft, slender body, lifted her round, full, plump buttocks, and knelt on the bed.
Watching this scene, my eyes turned a little red. I leaned over, lifted the back of her short skirt, exposing Mother's big butt wrapped in black stockings. Then, I grabbed Mother's two small black-stockinged feet, brought their soles together, and forcefully thrust my thick erection all the way in...
Saturday night at nine o'clock, in my room, on the bed. Mother's stunningly beautiful face occasionally puffed out and caved in as a thick 20-centimeter erection entered and exited her lightly lipsticked mouth.
The attire Mother wore on Thursday had an extraordinary effect. Within five minutes, I ejaculated onto Mother, stimulated by her black-stockinged feet with reinforced toes. So, when I made my second request of the week, Mother actively put on the black-stockinged skirt again. However, perhaps it was true, as she had said, that men do not cherish what they obtain. Today, facing Mother's full immersion in oral service while wearing black stockings, I still couldn't ejaculate for nearly thirty minutes.
"Yang Yang, can you let Mom rest for a bit? My mouth is sore."
Finally, Mother couldn't hold on any longer. She spat out my erection, rubbed her cheeks, and said to me with a distressed expression.
I felt helpless and a little heartbroken. I quickly sat up, hugged Mother, and kissed her delicate red lips, which were now stained with pre-ejaculate. I asked, "When will you finally come to your senses? Do we have to torment each other like this?"
A hint of apology flickered across Mother's exquisitely beautiful face. She lowered her head and softly said, "Soon, Yang Yang. Mom can feel it. That day is coming soon."
"Alright."
I sighed, understanding that given Mother's personality, her words weren't just a polite brush-off. I draped my arm around her and planted a kiss on her smooth forehead. "Mom, how about we skip it today? Seeing you so tired pains me. You finally have time off, you should be resting for a few days."
Hearing this, Mother gently shook her head. She took my still-firm erection in her left hand and stroked it, saying softly, "Mom promised she'd help you, she'll definitely help you. Besides, it must be uncomfortable for Yang Yang to be hard like this all the time."
I scratched my head and said with a mischievous grin, "Forget it, forget it. I'll save it up for you, and I'll repay you properly when you finally decide. "
"Stop messing around!"
Mother lightly slapped me, her face flushed and her expression somewhat unpredictable. After a long silence, she slowly spoke, "Mom has thought of a way, it'll definitely stimulate you, but I can't guarantee it'll work. So, if it works later, you should shoot quickly. If it doesn't work, we'll just call it a day. How does that sound?"
"This... No problem! I'll listen to you!"
I couldn't help but be curious and decided to agree to Mother's plan.
The fact that Mother would say something like "if it doesn't work, we'll just call it a day," essentially breaking her promise, proved that her so-called method was definitely not simple and might even require some sacrifice.
My gaze was fixed on Mother. I watched as she continued to struggle with her decision for a moment before letting out a deep sigh and picking up her phone from the bedside.
My eyes narrowed, and a guess began to form in my mind. Could it be...
Holy shit! The thought flashed through my mind, and my erection couldn't help but stiffen further.
Mother noticed the reaction of my aroused penis and glanced at me with a half-smile. She pressed the dial button, holding the phone to her ear with one hand and bringing my erection to her lips with the other.
At this moment, I understood what Mother's method was. Seeing her maintain the posture of waiting for the call to connect, I involuntarily swallowed, my eyes fixed on her without blinking.
Whether this method would succeed or not depended on whether the call would be answered.
Mother and I waited nervously. My heart pounded wildly, and a fine sheen of sweat appeared on Mother's forehead. After about six or seven seconds, just when I thought all hope was lost, I suddenly heard Father's voice from the receiver.
"Hello, Wanqing."
"What are you busy with? You took so long to answer."
Mother replied, then opened her small mouth and took my erection in, even sucking forcefully, making squelching sounds.
My eyes widened. Mother was actively talking to her husband while swallowing her son's penis. This stimulating scene made me tremble all over, and Mother's loud, uninhibited sucking sounds added a thrilling sense of secrecy that made me tremble with fear.
"Just finished a meeting. There's a problem with this project right now, and I'm not sure. What are you doing? Sluuurp, what are you eating?"
Hearing Father's words, I suppressed my heavy breathing and looked at Mother. She playfully blinked her big eyes at me and, with my glans in her mouth, mumbled, "Eating an ice pop. Your son wanted one, so I specifically bought some and froze them. Tsk tsk."
After explaining, Mother used her lips to envelop my glans and sucked hard twice.
"Alright, alright. Is it that delicious? How old are you still eating ice pops?"
Father's voice came from the other end of the phone, sounding exasperated.
"What's wrong with eating an ice pop?" Mother spat out my cock with a cold laugh. "You ran off to West Market by yourself, leaving us mother and son to fend for ourselves, and I haven't even settled the score with you yet. And now you're going to tell me what I can eat? I'm happy because I'm on vacation, and I'll eat what I want, tsk tsk... slurp... Mmm... so good!"
After speaking, Mother took my cock back into her mouth and began to lick and suck it back and forth. Her tender tongue circled my glans, while her alluring peach blossom eyes gazed at me, flickering with intense lust and passion.
I could no longer hear Father's response. My head buzzed, my blood boiled, and a familiar perverse desire surged within me.
I forcefully pulled my cock out of Mother's mouth, then stood up and looked down at her.
Mother had been lying on her side beside me with her legs crossed. Seeing me standing on the bed and staring at her, her delicate body trembled. She keenly sensed the desire for conquest emanating from my gaze.
"Mmm, son is still in his room reading, he's been very good lately."
While responding to Father's concern about me, Mother slowly straightened her slender waist and brought her black-stockinged legs together. She then knelt before me, her exquisite face directly facing my hot, hard cock.
With one hand, I guided my cock to Mother's mouth. With the other, I pressed down on her head. Mother raised her flushed face, her moist peach blossom eyes hazy with a soft, pitiful, and alluring gaze. She then slowly opened her cherry lips. My hands secured her head as I thrust my hips forward, treating her small cherry mouth like a tender virgin orifice, slowly pushing my monstrous cock inside.
At this moment, Mother knelt before me like a slave. Her head was held down by me, her mouth was filled with my large cock, her right hand held her phone to her ear, and her left hand awkwardly supported my thigh. She looked up at me with a wronged, pitiful, yet subtly alluring expression. During a pause in my thrusting, she spoke to Father on the phone: "Mmm... Yang Yang won't be on vacation until the end of July... mmm-mmm..."
"We'll see, at least after the kid... mmm... cough cough... after the kid finishes school."
"I'm telling you about the ice pop, this is something son... mmm... son specifically asked me to buy... slurp... tsk... cheap and good, big and thick, lasts a long time... cough cough... It's okay, I just choked."
Mother's exhibition of being both a virtuous wife and mother and utterly debauched stimulated me to my climax. I quickly gave her a look, and she understood. She said into the phone, "I'm hanging up now, Old Song. The clothes are washed, I'm going to hang them up."
After hanging up, Mother immediately tossed her phone aside. She wrapped both her hands around my thighs and hooked her gaze with her alluring, silken peach blossom eyes, saying sweetly, "Son, come on, Mother is ready."
Hearing her, I immediately grabbed Mother's loose dark hair and gently pulled her head up. Then, I began to thrust my hips rapidly. My dark cock entered and exited her rosy lips, accompanied by a wet, gurgling sound and Mother's muffled moans of strained endurance.
As a beginner at oral sex, Mother naturally couldn't fully accommodate my 20-centimeter cock. I could only insert it halfway at most, but I was already getting enough stimulation. After about two minutes of thrusting, I felt the urge to ejaculate. I quickly took Mother's delicate hands that were supporting my thighs and held my cock, saying in a hoarse voice, "Mom, quick! Hurry! Son is coming, son is going to cum, get ready!"
"Mmm... cum, son... your dad specifically told me to take good care of you. Are you satisfied with Mother's care? Hmm? My precious son..."
Hearing Mother's words, I could no longer hold back. My meatus relaxed, and my hot, viscous semen shot out with great force, spurt after spurt, onto Mother's flushed cheeks. Her eyebrows, eyes, nose, chin, even the corners of her mouth – Mother's exquisite face was almost entirely washed by my semen, exuding an indescribable sense of lust...
Starting in July, Mother began her two-month summer vacation. As a soon-to-be graduate, I still had another month of classes. This meant I would be going to school and coming home alone in July, and it also meant Mother was completely free.
Based on my understanding of Mother's social circle, she would likely spend this summer vacation with me. She didn't have many friends at Sixth High School, and her former teammates from the sports team were scattered all over the country.
Therefore, to prevent Mother from being bored and lonely at home during the day, and to help her lower her guard and prepare herself earlier, I specifically contacted Jiang Fei, who was having fun on the other side of the Earth. Using the excuse of my phone falling into water while I was secretly masturbating in the shower and needing a replacement, I asked him to resend all those novels and also to recommend any websites for watching adult movies.
Jiang Fei truly was my brother from another mother. This time, he sent me thirty to forty novel documents, along with a message saying they were all pure romance, and he said some hard-to-understand things like "I understand that pure and green cannot coexist." He also gave me several website links, accompanied by a mischievous smile and a shushing emoji.
I secretly saved the links in my browser and then transferred all the novels to Mother. At first, Mother thought I was going to get addicted again and almost swung her slippers at me to let me re-experience "motherly love." Luckily, I explained in time and deleted all the documents on my phone in front of her. Mother then said she didn't like reading these things and didn't want to. My attitude was that it was up to her.
I already had a plan. The end of July was my birthday, and it also coincided with the last comprehensive exam before I moved from sophomore to junior year. I decided not to wait for Mother. No matter when she crossed that hurdle, I had to break my cherry before the end of July.
I spent the entire month of July immersed in a sea of practice problems, never leaving my room. I even changed my bedtime to eleven o'clock at night. Although the last comprehensive exam was taken in the hospital room and my results were not announced, the ranking of 130th place was a disgrace to both me and Mother. Therefore, this time, I was determined to wash away that shame.
Mother also felt my almost obsessive efforts. When I asked for her help, she went all out. And I could tell Mother had been reading those novels because her tricks were becoming more and more varied.
Once, Mother prepared dinner and set the table, telling me to sit down and eat obediently. But she, wearing her pajamas and an apron, crawled under the dining table, knelt on her knees, and prostrated herself on my legs, her ponytail buried between my legs, thrusting up and down.
Another time, Mother took me to Father's study. In the room, filled with documents, literature, and various antiques, exuding a stuffy scholarly atmosphere, I sat with my legs spread on the wooden chair Father often used. She knelt at my feet, her eyes filled with admiration as if looking at the head of the household, swallowing and spitting my large cock.
The most recent time, Mother, wearing the white tracksuit she most often wore at school, with her No. 6 Middle School teacher's ID badge hanging on her chest, sternly guided me through stretching and warm-up exercises in the living room. If my posture was wrong, I had to lick her small feet in white cotton socks or take off my pants and be spanked by her. But if I did well, the formidable Teacher Lin would reward me with manual stimulation, footjobs, or oral sex depending on how well I performed the movements.
Honestly, it was an eye-opener!
Even if Mother was trying so hard, partly to give me more stimulation and relieve myself so I wouldn't make advances on her, Mother was clearly more adventurous than I was, or more accurately, more daring. It's just that she had always been repressed before and had never understood the myriad of ways to enjoy intimacy between men and women. Now, after being stimulated by me, she was gradually transforming into an exceptionally rare and exquisite beauty. Coincidentally, it was Mother who awakened my sexual consciousness, and now I had awakened the most primal self of Mother's dark side. Looking at it this way, my Mother and I are increasingly like a match made in heaven.
The days flowed by rapidly, interwoven with both bình dị and passion. Soon, it was the end of July. On this day, filled with confidence, I entered the examination hall for the last exam of my second year of high school...
(End of Chapter)