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It was late February, almost March, the most beautiful time of spring. Though there was still a hint of chill in the air, the sunlight was bright and vibrant.
Today marked an important day as high school students began their new semester. Energetic young men and women either walked together or accompanied by their parents, forming groups as they made their way to school, embracing another semester of learning.
The warm sunlight streamed through the curtains into a dwelling, contrasting with the lively atmosphere outside. The room was in disarray, with women's clothing scattered on the floor and the bedsheets in disarray.
On the bed, a teenager in his early teens was peacefully sleeping, embracing an exceptionally attractive mature woman. His unusually large and dark cock remained inserted in her slightly swollen pussy, not slipping out even in its semi-soft state. One could say that the youth possessed an incredibly large organ, or that the woman's love tunnel was exceptionally tight.
The teenager's hands were not idle either. With one hand, he firmly held the woman's ample bosom, occasionally kneading them in his sleep. This made the woman furrow her brow slightly, as if she were fiercely resisting something in her dream.
The woman was enveloped in the young man's embrace, her dishevelled blonde hair making her appear somewhat exhausted. There were still fresh traces of seminal fluid on her delicate and charming face, making it hard to accept what this graceful and refined beauty had experienced the previous night.
Around them, the bedsheets were soaked, evidence of their passionate taboo escapades from the previous night. Stains of white semen littered the surroundings, some still warm to the touch, indicating recent release. If someone were to enter the room, they would undoubtedly be overwhelmed by the intense and obscene scent permeating the entire space.
"Ding-ling-ling..."
Just as the two were deep in slumber, the abrupt sound of a ringing phone echoed from the living room, piercing the quietness of the room.
The youth, perhaps exhausted, remained sound asleep despite the disturbance, while the woman, unable to escape the intrusion, furrowed her brow in annoyance.
The phone continued to ring for over a minute before finally being disconnected. The woman gradually relaxed her brow, and her expression became less pained.
Suddenly, the woman seemed to remember something. She opened her eyes wide and sat up abruptly, instinctively glancing at her own body.
Her once fair and rosy body was now covered in bruises and marks from their previous encounter. Any movement caused her body to ache. The glaring traces of semen were also scattered across her body, and the woman could feel the strong scent of the fluid with every breath.
However, her mind was blank at this moment, unable to recall anything.
She slowly massaged her throbbing head and, in a daze, caught a glimpse of a figure. To her surprise, it was a naked teenager, her own son. The sight of him made her forget everything for an instant.
Images of the previous night flooded back into her mind. Despite her unwillingness to believe it, the evidence was right in front of her eyes—she had been violated by her own son.
A complex mixture of emotions filled the woman's eyes. She didn't know how to face her son. Yesterday, it seemed as though she had been even more active than him. Thinking about it made her wish she could find a hole to crawl into.
But what should she do next? Pretend as if nothing happened? That was impossible. Even if she could, could her son do the same?
Should they continue with this kind of relationship?
No, they couldn't. They were mother and son, and this was incest! This incident was an accident, but there must never be a next time. She couldn't betray her husband.
The woman was torn, unsure how to handle the situation. Tears welled up in her eyes, and her pitiful appearance made one want to shower her with love and care.
Ultimately, she was just a woman, with a caring husband and an obedient son, or at least there was. In any case, she didn't had much pressure, nor did she needed to become a strong woman.
But it was precisely because of this personality that she had gradually fallen into the trap set by her son, leading to the consequences they faced today. Yet, she still believed it was all an unfortunate accident.
"Ding-ling-ling..."
When the virtuous woman found herself at a loss, the telephone rang again. She sighed lightly and decided to put the matter aside for now, heading straight to the living room upon hearing the ring.
This virtuous woman, as everyone knows, is my mother, while I was still fast asleep in bed.
"Hello, who is it?"
Mother walked to the living room, composed herself, and answered the call.
"It's me, Xiao Li. Where are you? The meeting is about to start."
A female voice came from the other end of the line, sounding around the same age as my mother.
"Meeting? What meeting?"
Mother was puzzled, unable to recall any meeting she had to attend.
"Today is the first day of school! The teachers and administrators are having a meeting together. You didn't forget about it, did you?"
'Oh no!'
It was the first day of school, and as a teacher, she was running late. What was she going to do? She blamed her son for his crazy behaviour last night. If it weren't for him, she wouldn't have forgotten such an important matter.
Thinking about this, her sense of grievance and anger intensified, and she secretly resolved to punish her son properly.
"Hello? Hello? Tingting, are you listening?"
The slightly anxious voice interrupted mother's thoughts. She quickly replied, "Ah, I'm listening."
"Do you have something going on? Anyway, I'll try to help you get a leave of absence. Hurry over here."
"Yes, okay, I'll come as soon as possible."
After hanging up the phone, mother once again fell into a painful dilemma.
What should she do? How could she put an end to this farce?
Should she continue hiding the relationship with her son from her husband? No, that was absolutely not an option.
However, when she thought about the experience from yesterday, an unprecedented feeling of excitement emerged within her. She had never experienced such intense pleasure, her tight little hole being filled so deeply, and the sensation of climax. It was something she had never felt in her entire life.
She had always believed that she would never experience pleasure or develop a liking for lovemaking. However, her son had changed her perspective in just one night.
Mother made an effort to recall the feeling of climax from yesterday, how it made her tingle and feel numb, almost like being under the influence of drugs, an irresistible sensation.
Lost in her thoughts, mother suddenly gasped and swiftly withdrew her hands from between her legs.
Her fair and slender fingers were covered in glistening fluid, and as a married woman, she knew exactly what it was.
Mother looked at her fingers in disbelief. Did she... use her own hand just now?
This kind of behaviour, which mother considered to belong to a prostitute, happened to herself. She simply couldn't accept it.
'Xia Shuting! What are you doing!'
Mom's inner self continuously condemned her recent actions. She shook her head vigorously, finally regaining clarity.
Mom stood still for a long time, and eventually seemed to have made a decision. She picked up pen and paper and started writing.
***
"Um... Hmm..."
I slept so comfortably, but I have a slight headache and... yeah, my back and waist hurts a bit too. I put them through excessive work yesterday night.
I slowly sat up and, as I became more alert, I remembered what happened yesterday.
Yesterday, I finally had my way with Mom, though I can only recall fragments. All I remember is repeatedly ejaculating inside Mom's body like a madman. I must have enlarged Mom's belly with my cum.
Thinking about Mom, I suddenly realized I was alone in the room; Mom was nowhere to be found.
"Mom?"
I tentatively called for Mom, got out of bed, and searched the entire house but couldn't find her.
Glancing at the clock, it was already past 4 p.m. Mom was probably at school.
I was supposed to go to school too, but for some reason, Mom didn't wake me up, and I didn't pay attention.
It wasn't until I saw the note Mom left on the computer desk...
"Son, I don't know how to say this to you, so I'm resorting to this method. Everything is Mom's fault. I spoiled you too much before, to the extent that I would fulfil any of your requests. But what we did is morally and socially unacceptable. It's incestuous. So… let's not see each other for a while. I'll be staying elsewhere these days until your father comes back. I'll confess to your father that I seduced you, and I'll take responsibility for all the consequences."
At the very bottom, Mom's name was written in bold: Xia Shuting.
Reading this passage, I was completely dumbfounded, and my body sank heavily onto the bed.
How could this happen? According to my plan, Mom should have surrendered to my crotch completely, unable to leave my side. But...
The situation had slipped out of my control!
Slap!
I slapped myself hard. It's all my fault for being too impatient. If I had taken things step by step according to plan, everything would still be within my plan.
Suddenly, my heart clenched, and a wave of pain surged through me. I didn't know why, but I knew I was in great discomfort.
Seeing that Mom mentioned confessing to Dad, I never expected Mom to make such a decision. Once Dad finds out about this, I will never be able to have Mom again, in body or soul.
Moreover, there's a possibility that my parents will divorce, or even cut ties with me!
No, there must be a way out. Mom hasn't told Dad yet, so I still have a chance.
So, I sat on the bed motionless for an hour, without a single movement.
When it was almost six o'clock, I finally stood up.
I took out my phone, sent Mom a text message, and then pressed the power button to shut it off.
"Sigh!"
I let out a long sigh. Even after racking my brains for an hour, I couldn't come up with a perfect plan. There was only one option, but it was worth a try. However, I wasn't sure what the outcome would be.
For now, the only thing I could do was to play the role of a pitiful son...
I took out my backpack and packed my ID, a set of clean clothes, and some essentials.
After hesitating for a moment, I decided to include two pairs of my mother's worn underwear… One was white, and the other was black…
I took one last deep look at the house, opened the door, and walked out straight ahead.
Meanwhile, my mother, who was still at school, breathed a sigh of relief as her classes ended. Despite the tension of the day, she wasn't as angry about yesterday's incident anymore. However, she still planned to teach me a lesson and make sure I learned from it.
As she walked towards the school dormitory, she absentmindedly took out her phone and saw a text message. Without much thought, she opened it.
But after reading the contents of the message, my mother felt weak. The teaching materials she held in her hand fell to the ground, and after a few seconds of daze, she ran towards home in a frenzy...
Meanwhile, I wandered aimlessly, carrying my backpack. I didn't know where to go, and I didn't have my phone with me. It was a desperate move, and if it didn't work, my family would be ruined.
Although I knew I was acting for my mother's sake, today's events had taken a toll on me. It would be false to say I wasn't feeling uneasy. But I had no other choice. If I wanted to make this act convincing, I had to go all the way. At least until my father came home, I wouldn't go back.
I wanted my mother to experience the despair of losing a loved one, and then miraculously reappear. That feeling of losing and regaining would surely make my mother forgive me. As for whether my mother would confess to my father during this period, it was beyond my consideration.
Regardless, if I didn't do this, my mother would still confess when my father returned. Instead of sitting idle, I might as well try to struggle.
But my mother's physical beauty was indeed flawless, enticing even. However, I didn't know if I would be able to enjoy it in the future, even if it meant only using her mouth. That delicate and rosy little mouth was also a heavenly delight. At worst, it had to be with her hands, grasping my own thick cock. Just thinking about it was arousing...
Lost in my wild thoughts, I unknowingly walked onto a sparsely populated road. In the distance, a car roared towards me and crashed heavily into my body.
"SCREECH!!!"
"BANG!"
Instantly, I was sent flying like a kite with a broken string. I flew a full ten meters before landing, and at the moment of impact, I felt an unprecedented pain and then immediately fainted.
The vehicle came to a halt, and two men got out. One had a well-proportioned figure and a crew cut, while the other was muscular and bald.
"Oh no! It's over, my lifelong reputation is ruined," the driver with the crew cut exclaimed, scratching his head helplessly. However, he didn't seem afraid like a normal driver would be after hitting someone.
"Haha, Monkey, your self-proclaimed title of the number one racer is no longer impressive, is it?" the bald man teased, laughing loudly without a care in the world about hitting someone.
"Get outta here! If it weren't for you messing around, would I have hit someone?" the crew-cut man glared with wide eyes, seething with anger. Of course, he wasn't angry about hitting someone; it was about his title as the number one racer.
"Hmph, don't blame me. If your skills were up to par, this wouldn't have happened. Hahaha."
"You... I'll take you on with one hand!"
Just as the two of them were about to start fighting, a clear and pleasant voice came from the car.
"What's going on?"
Judging by the voice, I could tell she was young. If I hadn't passed out and could see this girl, I would definitely recognize her as the stunning little Loli I had encountered on the high-speed train.
"Miss, I accidentally bumped into someone. I'll take care of it."
Upon hearing the girl's voice, both the bald guy and the crew-cut guy restrained themselves a bit.
The girl didn't say anything, evidently giving her approval.
The crew-cut guy stood by the car, while the bald guy approached me and effortlessly lifted me up with one hand.
However, at that moment, the car's headlights shone on my blood-stained face, and my visage met the girl's gaze.
"Huh? Its him?"
***
End of Volume 1