That day, because I had a meal with classmates, I got home after midnight.
Afraid of waking Mom, I tried to be as quiet as possible entering the house. Passing her room, I gently pushed the half-closed door open a crack. I found Mom wasn't asleep yet; she was sitting on the edge of the bed, intently reading a book by the light of the bedside lamp. Her back was to the door, so she didn't notice me. I then quietly walked back to my own room.
After returning to my room, I habitually opened the locked secret cabinet.
"Ah..."
The things in the hidden cabinet had been moved. I've always been clear about the placement of my personal items since childhood, and now not only were some shifted, but it seemed something was missing. I immediately checked—damn, the diary was gone.
That hidden cabinet was originally just a large wooden box where I kept my comics since childhood. After starting to access pornographic magazines in junior high, I put a lock on it and made a pact with my mom: no peeking at my private collection. After high school, I accidentally saw my mother changing once and became obsessed with her body. Besides collecting incest novels, magazines, discs, and my mom's sexy panties, I also wrote my sexual fantasies about her in my diary.
At first, I was quite angry and wanted to rush in to question her why she didn't keep her promise. But after calming down, I thought, since things had come to this, any reaction would only make the mother-son relationship more awkward. It would be better to pretend not to know and observe her reaction first.
I left the room and tiptoed to my mom's door. The light seeping through the crack told me she was still reading, and likely reading my diary filled with confessions of sexual love for my mother. I deliberately walked to the living room, opened and closed the main door, making a closing sound to indicate I had returned. Just as the 'bang' sounded, the light in my mom's room suddenly went out. I became even more certain she had been peeking.
I intentionally went to her room, pushed open the door, and called her name softly.
“Mom…”
Mom pretended to be asleep and didn't respond. I thought to myself that the diary was probably still hidden under the quilt.
I calmly went back to my room to get a change of clothes for the bathroom. Normally, a shower takes about twenty minutes. This time, I entered the bathroom but didn't shower—I was giving Mom time to put the diary back. I turned on the faucet, deliberately sang to indicate I was showering, but actually watched through the door crack.
A little later, Mom really did tiptoe out of the room, and in her hand was my diary. Only after she came out of my room and went back to hers did I leave the bathroom. The first thing I did, of course, was open the hidden cabinet—sure enough, it had already been put back, clearly in quite a hurry, and even the placement was crooked.
I hardly slept that night, my mind turning things over. Clearly, Mom would also pretend nothing happened. Although I didn't write in my mother-love diary every day, over the years it had become a thick volume. Especially after starting university, my obsession with Mom's mature body had reached an uncontrollable level. The diary was full of how I secretly admired her full breasts, high buttocks, even peeped at her bathing, changing clothes, and used her panties to masturbate.
I thought she might not have finished reading yet, so I made an assumption: she might come back to take it when I'm not around. To confirm, I placed a strand of hair on the diary's spine and locked the hidden cabinet. If the hair was gone tomorrow, it meant she had touched it again. After arranging everything, I went to sleep. Before drifting off, I thought of another bold plan.
The next day was still as usual, Mom called me to get up, nothing particularly unusual. The only difference was she clearly hadn't slept all night, eyes bloodshot, constantly yawning. After washing up, I left for school.
I am an only child; my father passed away when I was young. My mother took over my father's garment business when she was twenty-five. Over the past decade or so, although she's had no shortage of suitors, she probably worried I wouldn't like it and never remarried. Being a manager long-term requires socializing, and she has always taken very good care of her body. You can't tell she's almost forty.
Perhaps because I grew up without sisters, I was especially dependent on my mother, but I never expected it would eventually turn into a mother complex.
Because of yesterday's incident, I couldn't focus on classes all day. In the afternoon, as usual, I called the company but was told she didn't come in today. I guess she probably wanted to finish reading the diary she hadn't finished, so she didn't go to work.
When I came home in the evening, Mom was cooking.
"Mom, are you okay? Why didn't you go to the company today?"
"Oh... Mom isn’t feeling too well today... so..." She looked a little unnatural.
After showering, I couldn't wait to return to my room and open the hidden cabinet. Sure enough, the hair on the book spine had fallen off. Besides that, I discovered that the collection of briefs had suddenly become brightly colored and were neatly folded into a stack. I picked them up and saw they had a slight residual warmth, as if just taken out of the dryer.
Mom had clearly washed all those panties and, without thinking, folded them neatly with a woman's instinct.
Could it be... she doesn't object to me using her panties to masturbate, and even seems to tacitly allow it.
I made up my mind and officially started the plan. That night, I wrote in my diary:
“Mom, I don’t know why, but today I haven’t been able to focus in class. I’ve been thinking about you the whole time. I’m going crazy. I want to possess you. Give yourself to me, mom. I want you.”
After writing it, place it on top of the hair as usual and then lock it.
The next day, I deliberately got up earlier than Mom, letting my erect penis hang out of my underwear, then covering it with the sheet. After a while, Mom got up too. As usual, she would pull off my blanket to wake me up. I closed my eyes, pretending to sleep, hearing her footsteps approach. Sure enough, she yanked off the sheet. With my eyes closed, I imagined the expression on her face at that moment.
Second by second passed, and Mom still hadn't moved. After five minutes, I couldn't help but peek through a slit in my eyes, only to find her staring blankly at my penis as if possessed. I deliberately turned over, and only then did she, as if waking from a deep dream, hurriedly cover me with the sheet.
「Xiao…… Xiaojun…… wake up.」 Her voice was as thin as a mosquito’s.
I pretended to wake up drowsily, turning over.
“Mom... morning!”
"...It... should... be... time... to get up." She seemed not to have come to her senses yet.
I deliberately tried to lift the bedsheet casually, and she hurriedly turned her body back. I also felt that teasing my beloved mother like this was somewhat cruel, so I quickly put my clothes back on.
In the evening, I made an excuse to return only after 8 p.m., to give her some time to read the diary. When I came back, Mom was taking a shower. I hurried back to my room and opened the hidden cabinet. Sure enough, she had read the new confession. Additionally, I found that among those panties, there was a new style I had never seen before—an almost completely transparent black lace panty.
Not only did Mom tacitly consent, she even provided sponsorship. After calming down and carefully checking again, I found a note tucked inside the diary's cover flap:
「Xiaojun, Mom is conflicted. She hopes you’ll see this note, but also doesn’t hope you’ll see it too early. Forgive Mom for not meaning to peek at your diary. You kept refusing to tell Mom whether you have a girlfriend, so I originally wanted to find things like love letters or photos in your room, but I never expected…… Mom was really frightened after reading your diary. I never expected that you kept refusing to get a girlfriend because you were secretly in love with Mom. Xiaojun, Mom isn’t a rigid old-fashioned person either. After being widowed for so many years and never willing to remarry, aside from mainly wanting to take care of you wholeheartedly, Mom actually had selfish motives too, wanting to keep you by my side forever. In your diary you said you have an Oedipus complex, but how could Mom not also have a son complex. Mom’s heart is in such a mess. Xiaojun, if you see this letter, just pretend not to know for the time being, okay? Mom isn’t ready mentally yet. Wishing you a good dream!」
PS: You like Mom’s panties, and Mom is very happy. Don’t feel guilty, or think there’s something wrong with your mind. I think all men like women’s panties. The ones you’ve collected are all old, so Mom is giving you a newer pair—worn only once. I hope you like it.”
Seeing my mom's response, my excitement was indescribable.
When I left the room, Mom hadn't finished washing yet.
"Mom, is it done yet? I want to wash!"
"All right, all right!" She walked out of the bathroom. She was only wearing a thin camisole, and below she only had on white triangle panties. Along with the undried water droplets, almost her whole body had become transparent. Her two nipples were clearly visible pushing against the thin shirt, and the triangle panties, because of the dampness at the groin, also revealed the black pubic hair. This was the first time in my life I'd ever seen someone dressed like this.
「Xiaojun…… don’t look……」
Her face was flushed red, whether from shyness or the steam after her bath, I couldn't tell. Before entering the bathroom, I gave her a knowing smile. Mom had already started adjusting herself.
Entering the bathroom, I took off my clothes and was about to throw them into the laundry basket when I suddenly saw a pair of apple-green lace panties blatantly spread on top. In the middle of the fabric was a puddle of milky white, sticky substance. I picked it up and smelled it; a faint fishy scent hit my nose—Mom had masturbated before I came back. That puddle was her arousal fluid. And she seemed to have deliberately left it out for me to see.
By this point, I was completely certain that the change in our mother-son relationship was already inevitable.
After returning to my room, I took out the diary again, wanting to leave a few more words, but I found another note tucked between the pages:
"Xiaojun, Mom wants to borrow the topmost videotape to watch. Put it into the VCR for me; I’ll come out to watch at midnight tonight. But you must promise me, never come out, and tomorrow morning you can take it back."
I glanced at the videotape on the top layer, its title in four large characters: 'Mother-Son Incest'. This was Mom's second step of adjustment, wanting to first understand what other people's mother-son incest situations were like.
At exactly twelve, the TV in the living room was turned on. Mom came out to look. I thought I should follow her wishes and not disturb her. But in the end I couldn’t resist and quietly opened the door to peek out — I only saw Mom not wearing a bra, wearing only that white triangle panties, leaning askew on the sofa, her two peaks raised as she stared intently at the screen.
After watching for a while, I still 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, and the living room lights were off. I went to the bathroom and couldn't help but enter my mom's room.
She lay completely naked on the bed, her panties pulled down to her knees, her thick black pubic hair clinging to her thighs as if drenched. This video tape had such a powerful effect. Facing her jade-like body, I was already unbearably aroused, my lower half disobediently stiffening up.
I stood by the bed for a long time, thinking. Watching her breasts rise and fall with her breath, I couldn't resist reaching out to gently stroke her nipples.
“Mm……” She gave a soft hum, but didn’t wake up. I grew bolder and pressed my whole palm against her breast, kneading and stroking it up and down.
"Mm... mm..." She kept making soft, comfortable moans, still not opening her eyes. I thought perhaps it was still too early, and her guard hadn't completely come down yet. But since she kept pretending, I simply stroked her to my heart's content. So I became even less restrained and boldly caressed her, one hand continuously kneading her breasts, the other sliding down to fondle her pubic hair.
"Mm... ah... mm... mm... ah..." Her voice grew more and more wanton, making me almost unable to restrain myself from lifting her legs and thrusting hard into her.
As I inserted my fingers into her vagina, she moaned wantonly as if talking in her sleep, but just refused to open her eyes.
I changed my approach, pulling down her panties and spreading her legs. The light was too dim to see clearly, so I simply turned on the main light. Her labia were slowly dripping with fluid. I climbed onto the bed and pressed my face against her vulva, using my tongue to part the slit, licking continuously.
“Ah... ah... ah... okay... okay...” She finally couldn’t help but say “okay.” So I became even more forceful, using my tongue to thrust and tease, while both hands reached up and tightly gripped her breasts, kneading them hard.
Ten minutes later, her body suddenly went rigid, her hips lifting up and then slamming down hard — Mom had reached orgasm. Then her cunt kept trembling, and with each shudder a gush of lustful fluid spilled out; before long, the entire bedsheet was soaked.
She was satisfied, but a raging fire of desire still hadn't subsided in me. In the end, I had no choice but to kiss her on the lips and go back to my room to sleep.
I was awakened by some stroking. First, I checked my watch—7 a.m. Then I saw Mom sitting by the bed, one hand holding my penis.
「Xiaojun…… no…… don’t wake up…… you…… are still dreaming right now, understand? You are having a sweet dream.」
I understood what she meant, so I closed my eyes again and let her do as she pleased. What a wonderful weekend morning.
I kept my eyes closed, deliberately breathing lightly and slowly, pretending I was still deep in a dream. Mom's palm was warm, with a slight tremble, gently grasping my fully erect penis. Her fingertips first tentatively touched the glans, then slowly closed around it, moving up and down in a slow stroking motion.
“Mm……” I couldn’t help letting out a low moan from my throat, yet still didn’t dare open my eyes.
Mom's breathing also became irregular. She sat on the edge of the bed, leaning slightly forward, while her other hand quietly pulled down the edge of my underwear, fully exposing it to the cool air. Her movements were gentle, yet carried a long-suppressed seriousness. When the thin calluses on her palm rubbed against the sensitive coronal ridge, my waist involuntarily arched upward.
"Don’t move..." she said softly, her voice so gentle it was almost inaudible, "I’m still dreaming..."
I obediently stayed still. Her stroking gradually developed a rhythm, sometimes enveloping the whole shaft, sometimes just using her fingertips to circle the glans. Clear prostatic fluid soon seeped out, was smeared by her, making faint wet sounds. The room was left with only our breathing and the occasional soft creak of the bed.
After an unknown amount of time, she suddenly stopped. I felt the mattress sink as Mom climbed onto the bed. Her knees parted, straddling my thighs, but she didn't sit down immediately. Soft breast flesh first pressed against my chest, and two already hardened nipples rubbed against my skin through her thin nightgown. Her face buried in the crook of my neck, her breath was scorching.
「Xiaojun……」 she called my name with a breathy voice, 「Mom…… is this really okay？」
I finally opened my eyes.
The moment our eyes met, Mom's cheeks flushed deeply, yet her eyes were a little moist. She did not avoid me, but instead pressed closer. I raised my hand, placed my palm on her back, and slowly slid it down along the groove of her spine until I grasped those full, elastic buttocks.
"I want you." I answered directly. "I've wanted you since a long time ago."
A flicker of complexity passed through Mom's eyes, then softened into compromise. She propped herself up and slipped her nightgown off her shoulders. Her mature, full breasts were fully exposed in the morning light, with darker areolas and nipples that had already become fully erect from excitement. I reached out to cup one, my thumb gently brushing over the nipple, and she immediately let out a suppressed whimper.
"A little gentler... so sensitive..."
I sat up, pulled her into my arms, lowered my head, and took one nipple into my mouth. My tongue circled the areola, then gently sucked. Mom's fingers tangled in my hair, her body softening and leaning back. I kneaded her other breast with my hand, the flesh spilling between my fingers. Her lower body was completely wet, the white panties pressed against my thigh, leaving a warm, damp patch.
I slid my hand into her panties, my middle finger slipping along the wet, slick slit. Inside it was hot and tight, immediately clenching around my finger. Mom's waist trembled, but she actively spread her legs wider.
“It’s already... this wet...” I said softly.
“It’s all your fault... writing those things...” She glared at me shyly and annoyed, but showed no intention of stopping me.
I pulled out my fingers and completely slid her panties down to the bend of her knees. She cooperatively lifted her hips, letting me remove that last layer of fabric entirely. In the morning light, her thick pubic hair was damp with arousal, clinging to her slightly parted labia. I held my penis, pressing the glans against that wet, soft entrance, but didn't enter immediately.
“Look at me.” I said.
Mom lifted her eyes. I slowly but firmly pushed forward. The glans parted the soft flesh walls, inch by inch sinking in. Her inside was tighter than imagined, layers of soft flesh wrapping around, hot and wet. When it was fully inserted, both of them let out a simultaneous sigh of satisfaction.
"So full..." Mom’s voice carried a sobbing tone, "Xiaojun... you’re inside Mom..."
I started thrusting. At first it was slow, each time almost completely pulling out before plunging back in fully. Mom's legs wrapped around my waist, her heels pressing against my back as if afraid I would leave. Her breasts swayed gently with the movement, her nipples rubbing against my chest. Soon, sticky wet sounds and soft noises of flesh colliding filled the room.
"Hurry up... a little faster..." she finally said.
I held her waist and sped up. Each thrust was deep and heavy, the glans repeatedly hitting the soft flesh at the deepest point. Mom's moans could no longer be contained, growing louder and louder, her hands tightly gripping my shoulders. Her inner walls began to contract irregularly, as if she was about to reach climax.
“It’s going to come… Xiao Jun… Mom is…”
I thrust forcefully, burying the entire length to the deepest point. Mom's body arched sharply, her inner walls spasming violently as a rush of hot fluid gushed out, drenching the head of my penis. Her mouth opened, but no sound came out, only faint gasps escaping. I didn't stop, continuing to thrust, prolonging her climax. Only when she went limp on the bed did I slow down.
I turned her over, had her kneel on the bed on all fours. When I entered from behind again, the angle was deeper. I held one of her breasts with one hand and used the other to reach around and rub her clitoris. Mom buried her face in the pillow but couldn't help raising her butt high to meet my thrusts.
「Inside……」 she suddenly said, her voice muffled, 「can…… can it be inside Mom……」
This sentence seemed like the final permission. A tingle shot through my lower back, I buried myself deep inside, and streams of semen shot into her body. Mom's body trembled a few more times, her inner walls gently sucking me, swallowing every drop.
After finishing, I didn't pull out immediately, but lay down on my side in the joined position, holding her from behind. Semen mixed with her fluids slowly seeped out, wetting between our legs. Mom's hand covered mine, fingers interlaced.
"From now on... what should we do?" she asked softly.
I rested my chin on her shoulder and kissed her earlobe.
“Just like that,” I said, “we have plenty of time.”
The morning light had fully entered the room. Outside, birds chirped faintly, and the air still carried traces of desire. Mom shifted slightly but showed no intention of separating. Her back pressed against my chest, warmth gradually transferring between us.
"Sleep a little longer." she said, "today... I'm not going to work."
I tightened my arms, holding her tighter.
What a beautiful weekend morning.
And this morning had only just begun.
We lay there for a long time, still in the position of being joined. Semen mixed with her love fluids slowly seeped out, making the area between our legs sticky. Mom's breathing gradually steadied, but her fingers never let go of my hand.
“It’s still inside...” she suddenly said in a low voice, her voice hoarse from just reaching climax.
"Mm." I gently moved my waist, letting the half-soft penis rub inside her body, "I don't want to pull out."
Mom's inner walls immediately contracted slightly again. She buried her face in the pillow in embarrassment, but the tips of her ears were bright red.
“Bad guy...”
I smiled, kissing the back of her neck from behind. My lips pressed against the fine beads of sweat, gradually moving down to her shoulder blades. Mom’s body trembled sensitively but didn’t pull away. My hand slid from her waist to her lower abdomen, my palm against her soft skin, my middle finger following the slippery, wet crevice to find that already swollen little bud again, gently circling it.
“A-again… want it again?” Her voice tightened.
"And you?" I asked back, applying a little more pressure with my fingertips.
“Mm……” She didn’t deny it; instead she pushed her butt back a little, letting my fingers sink in deeper.
The half-soft penis raised its head again inside her body. I slowly thrust in and out a few times, drawing out more mucus and making faint wet sounds. Mom’s breathing became irregular again. She took the initiative to raise one leg, letting me go in deeper.
This time neither of us was in a hurry. I held her from behind, grinding slowly, stroke by stroke. The head reached the deepest point every time, but without forceful thrusts. Mom reached her hand back, gripping my waist, urging me on silently. The room was filled only with the soft sounds of our bodies colliding and our suppressed panting.
The sunlight outside the window had completely shone in. The air was mixed with the smell of semen and her body scent, ambiguous and warm.
“Change positions...” Mom suddenly spoke.
I pulled out. She turned over, lying on her back, legs naturally apart. The morning light fell on her mature body. Her full breasts were slightly flushed from the earlier intimacy, the nipples still moist. Below her abdomen was a mess; her thick pubic hair was matted into strands by her fluids and semen. The slit in the middle was slightly open, and I could still see the white liquid I had just shot inside slowly oozing out.
I knelt between her legs, once again guiding my penis into position. This time, it went in exceptionally smoothly. The moment it was fully sheathed, Mom let out a long sigh, wrapping her arms around my neck.
“Look at me.” she said.
I lowered my head to meet her gaze. Her eyes were very bright, holding shyness, desire, and a kind of relief as if she had finally let go of something. I began to thrust, gradually speeding up. Her legs wrapped around my waist, her heels pressing against my back, meeting each impact.
"So deep... Xiaojun... so deep..."
I lowered my head and took one of her nipples into my mouth, sucking hard. Mom's back immediately arched, and her inner walls contracted violently. I knew she was about to climax again, so I sped up the movements of my waist, each thrust heavier than the last.
"Go on..." I said in her ear.
Mom's nails dug into my shoulders, her body suddenly tensing up. A stream of hot fluid gushed out, pouring onto my glans. Her mouth opened, emitting a silent scream, while her inner walls contracted in spasms, tightening repeatedly. I didn't stop, continuing to thrust, prolonging her climax until she was almost trembling.
After she softened, I slowed down my movements. She gasped for breath and reached out to touch my face.
"You haven’t..."
"Together." I said.
I lifted her legs onto my shoulders, almost folding her in half. This angle allowed for extremely deep penetration. Mom's eyes instantly widened, but she didn't tell me to stop. I began my final sprint, each thrust burying myself completely, my balls slapping against her buttocks with a crisp sound.
"Cum... cum inside..." she took the initiative to say, "All of it... to Mom..."
This sentence completely shattered my reason. I growled, burying myself deep inside, and streams of semen violently shot into her deepest part. Mom's body trembled a few more times, her inner walls gently sucking me, swallowing every drop.
After finishing, I didn't pull out immediately, but lay on top of her in the joined position. Both our heartbeats were fast, sweat gluing our skin together. Mom's fingers gently combed through my hair, as if soothing, or confirming something.
"From now on, every morning... can we do this?" I asked muffledly.
Mom was silent for a few seconds, then chuckled softly.
“It depends on your performance.”
I looked up and saw the fine lines at the corners of her eyes filled with a smile. I lowered my head to kiss her; this time it wasn't a kiss of lust, but a slow, deep, cherished kiss. Her tongue actively met mine, tangling together.
As the kissing continued, the half-soft penis reacted again. Mom felt it, opened her eyes to look at me, her gaze holding surprise as well as indulgence.
“Really... full of energy.”
“It’s all because of you.”
She reached out and pushed my chest: "Get up first, the sheets are already unsightly. Go take a shower."
I reluctantly pulled out. A large amount of semen mixed with her fluids immediately gushed out, flowing down the crevice of her buttocks. Mom blushed and clenched her legs, but I grabbed her ankles and spread them apart.
"Don’t look..."
“I want to see,” I said seriously, “I shot it in there.”
Mom covered her face, but her body didn't truly resist. I reached out, wiped a bit of the mixed fluid, and spread it on her lower abdomen, then slowly upward to her breasts. Her breathing became ragged again.
「Xiaojun……」
"One more time." I lowered my head and said in her ear, "in the bathroom."
Mom didn't speak, just reached out and hugged my neck. I picked her up in my arms and walked towards the bathroom. Her face was buried in my shoulder, her voice muffled:
"Today... I'm really not going anywhere."
"Mm."
“She doesn’t even answer the phone.”
"Okay."
“Then... I'll keep you company.”
I placed her on the bathroom sink and turned on the shower. Warm water cascaded down, washing away the marks on our bodies but not the desire in our eyes. My cock, hard again, pressed against her entrance. She actively used her hand to guide me in.
The sound of water masked the impact of flesh.
Mom's legs were wrapped around my waist, her back against the mirror, letting out sweet, syrupy moans every time she was thrust to the deepest point. The mirror reflected our intertwined bodies—a mature woman and a young man, forbidden yet real.
I don't know how long I did it. I only know the water went from hot to warm, then from warm to cool. Mom's voice went from suppressed to unrestrained, finally almost taking on a sob. She climaxed twice; by the third time, her whole body was so weak she could barely sit up, relying on me to hold her.
Finally, when I came inside her, she gently bit my shoulder, leaving a faint but distinct bite mark.
After turning off the water, neither of us rushed to go out. I held her in my arms and sat on the bathroom floor, letting her lean against my chest. Semen slowly flowed out again, dirtying a small patch of the floor. Mom extended her foot, used her toe to smear it around, and then let out a low laugh.
"Cleaning it up afterward will be troublesome."
"I'll clean it up."
She turned to look at me, her gaze soft.
「Xiaojun, Mom really kept you by her side.」
I tightened my arms, resting my chin on her damp hair.
"Mm. I'll never leave again."
Outside the bathroom, the sun was already high. This weekend morning was stretched very, very long by us.
And the days to come would be even longer.
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