I was afraid I’d wake my mom up, so I tried to keep my voice as low as possible when I entered.
Passing by my mother’s room, I gently pushed the half-covered door open a crack and found that my mother was not yet asleep, and with a small bedside lamp lit she was intently seated on the edge of the bed reading a book.
She had her back to the door of the room, so she didn’t notice me, and I then gently walked back to my room.
When I got back to my room I opened my locked secret dark cabinet out of habit.
“Ah!” I realized that the contents of my dark cabinet had been moved, and for the longest time, the placement of the things I had put in there was clear.
Not only is the location now a little off, but something seems to be missing.
I immediately inventoried it, and oh crap…, my diary…it’s gone.
My so-called dark closet is just a big wooden box where I grew up to put some of my personal belongings. When I was a kid in Kokusai, I put comic books in it, and after I started to get into pornography when I was in middle school, I put a lock on it and made a pact with my mom not to look at my personal collection.
A few years down the line, I kept changing the contents of my collection. After high school, I accidentally saw my mother changing her clothes once, and from then on, I started to be obsessed with my mother’s body. In addition to collecting a lot of incest novels, books, videos, CDs, and my mother’s sexy panties, I also wrote my own sexual fantasies about my mother into my diary.
I was quite angry at first, and wanted to rush into my mom’s room to question her about why she didn’t keep her word, but after I slowly calmed down, I thought to myself, “Anyway, it’s already happened, and any reaction on my part will only make our mother-son relationship even more awkward.
Pretend not to know well, first to observe the mother’s reaction to say it! So I exited the room, then tiptoed to the door of my mom’s room, and from the light coming through the crack in the door, I could tell that she was still reading a book, and that it was probably my diary filled with sexual confessions about my mother.
I walked gently toward the living room again, opening and closing the front door, making it sound like it was closing to indicate that I had returned.
Just as I closed the door with a bang, I realized that the light in my mom’s room had suddenly gone out.
I was more than sure that my mom was peeking at my diary, so I purposely went to my mom’s room and pushed the door open to call out to her softly.
“Mom…” mom was pretending to be asleep and didn’t respond to me.
I thought to myself that the diary was probably still hidden under the quilt.
Still not moving, I went back to my room and grabbed a change of clothes and went to the bathroom to take a shower.
I usually shower for about twenty minutes, and I actually got into the bathroom and didn’t shower, but rather had to give my mom time to put the diary back, because I guessed that she would probably be afraid that I would find out that the diary was missing after I showered, and that if I waited until tomorrow I might not be able to make it in time.
I turned on the faucet to make the sound of water and deliberately moved my hands to indicate that I was taking a shower, while I was actually watching my mom’s room through the cracks in the bathroom.
A moment later, sure enough, my mom tiptoed out of the room as well, holding none other than my diary.
After she came out of my room and went to her room, I left the bathroom to go to my room.
The first thing to do, of course, was to open the dark cabinet and see that, sure enough, it had been put back, apparently in quite a hurry, and in the wrong position.
I didn’t sleep much this night, thinking about how to deal with this matter. Obviously, the mother will certainly pretend not to this matter, and my mother-loving diary although not written every day, but a few years down is also a thick book, especially after college, the mother’s mature flesh has been to the degree of uncontrollable obsession.
So all I wrote down in my diary was how I secretly admired my mom behind her back, how I adored her plump peaks and high buttocks, and even peeped at her taking a shower, changing her clothes, and masturbating with her panties and other things.
I thought she might not have finished reading it yet, so I made the assumption that she might come back for it again while I was gone.
To confirm this, I put a hair on top of the back of the diary’s book and locked the dark cupboard again; if that hair isn’t there tomorrow, it means she has come back to move it.
I went to sleep after everything was set up.
But before I went to sleep, I thought of another bold plan.
The next day it was still the same as usual, my mom woke me up, nothing particularly different, the only difference was that she obviously hadn’t slept all night last night, both her eyes were red and silky, and she kept yawning.
After freshening up I headed out the door for school.
I am the only son, since young, my father passed away, mother from twenty-five years old took over the father ready-made clothes business, more than ten years although there is no lack of suitors, but mother probably because of the fear that I don’t like the reason, so has not remarried, perhaps is the relationship between the long term as a supervisor, the need to socialize with people, so mother on their own body maintenance has been doing very well, not at all see almost forty years old.
Maybe it’s because I haven’t had any sisters since I was a kid, I was particularly dependent on my mom, but I didn’t expect it to turn into an Oedipal complex in the end.
Due to yesterday’s incident, it made me unmotivated to go to class for the whole day, and by the afternoon I made a call to my mom’s office as usual, but the person at the office said she didn’t show up at the office today.
I think she probably wanted to finish the diary she didn’t read yesterday all at once! So didn’t go to work.
In the evening, my mom was cooking dinner when I got home.
“Mom, are you okay? Why didn’t you go to the office today?” “Oh…mom…I’m a little under the weather today…so…” mom looked a little unnatural.
I couldn’t wait to go back to my room and open the dark cabinet after my shower, and sure enough, that hair on the back of the book had fallen out, and Mom had indeed come back for it.
In addition, I found another thing, is that my collection of mom’s panties, suddenly the color of the light, and neatly folded, folded into a pile, I picked up to see, there is a slight warmth on it, as if they had just taken out of the clothes dryer.
“Why ……” Mom had obviously washed all those panties and couldn’t help but use her feminine instincts to fold them.
Murphy…she didn’t object to me masturbating with her boxers, and there seemed to be an implication of tacit approval.
So I made up my mind and officially started my program.
That night, I wrote in my diary, “Mom, I don’t know why, I can’t even be bothered to go to class today, I can’t stop thinking about you, I’m going crazy, I want to possess you.
Give it to me! Mom, I want you.” Write it and put a hair on it just the same before locking it.
The next day I deliberately woke up earlier than my mom and then let my erect penis stick out of my panties and covered it with a sheet.
A little while later, Mom was up too, and as usual she would lift my covers and call me.
I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep as I heard my mom take a step over to me, and then sure enough as soon as she did, she lifted the sheet off of me, and I closed my eyes and imagined the look on her face at that moment.
Time passed by, mom never made any more movements, five minutes passed, I finally couldn’t help but open my eye slits to peek and found mom staring straight at my prick like she was possessed.
I thought to myself, “It worked, but it’s not a good idea to wear it out like this, so I rolled over on purpose before Mom hurriedly put the sheet back on like she was waking up from a dream.
“Little…Little Jun…get up.” Mom’s voice is as thin as a mosquito, and I can’t help but laugh, how can I call someone up like that.
I finally rolled over and woke up pretending to be sleepy.
“Mom…morning!” “…Morning…time to…get up” she said as if she hadn’t looked back.
I deliberately and casually want to lift the sheet, mom watched me this action, hasty quickly back to the body, it is really good unnatural, I also feel that so teasing his beloved mother is a little cruel, so hurriedly put the clothes back on.
In the evening I excused myself from coming home until after eight o’clock in order to give my mom a little time to go through my journal.
When I got back, my mom was in the shower, so I rushed back to my room and opened the dark closet, and sure enough, my mom had read my new confession.
In addition, I also found that there is a style that I have never seen before on top of those panties, my heart straight poof jumped, pick up and take a closer look, wow… it is a black yarn panties that are almost completely transparent, is it… mom gave it to me, I was so excited that I nearly jumped up and down.
Not only did Mom acquiesce to such a move on my part, but she offered her sponsorship, which was unbelievably absurd.
I calmed down a bit and then carefully look at the mother there is no longer left any traces, and then in the diary cover of the folder inside found a note: “Xiao Jun, mom is very contradictory, I hope you see this note, but also do not want you to see too early, alas …. Forgive me, mom did not mean to peek at your diary, you have been refusing to tell mom whether you have a girlfriend or not, I wanted to come out from your room early something like a love letter or photos and so on, I did not expect …. Alas! Mom read your diary really scared, did not think you have been refused to hand over a girlfriend because of the secret love of the mother, Xiao Jun, mother is not old-fashioned, keep the widow for so many years, never refused to remarry, the main in addition to wanting to take care of you wholeheartedly, mom is actually also selfish, and would like to keep you forever on the side of the mother, you in the diary said that you have a mother-loving complex, but mom is not a mother and not have a love of the son of the complex.
Mom’s heart is in turmoil. Joon, if you see this letter, pretend you don’t know it for now, okay? Mom is not mentally prepared.
Have a good dream.P.S. Mom is happy that you like mom’s panties, don’t feel guilty or think you have a mental problem, I think it’s a man who likes women’s panties, the ones you have in your collection are old, mom is giving you a newer one that has only been worn once, so I hope you’ll like it.” Reading mom’s response, my excitement is not something that can be described in writing.
Mom hadn’t washed up when I left the room.
“Mom, is it ready yet, I’m going to wash it!” “Okay, okay!” Mom said as she walked out of the bathroom, wearing clothes that almost made me unable to look away.
It turned out that mom was wearing just a bookshirt tank top over her body, and only a pair of white boxers underneath, while following the undried droplets of water on her body, almost her whole body became transparent.
Both nipples were clearly visible against the thin shirt, and the boxers underneath showed off the black pubic hair from the watery penetration at the base of her legs.
This is the first time I’ve seen it worn in my entire life.
“Joon…don’t look…” mom’s face was flushed, I don’t know if it was shyness or the heat from the shower that hadn’t dissipated, or both! I gave mom a knowing smile before I entered the bathroom.
Mom’s already adjusting herself.
Into the bathroom I took off my clothes and was about to throw them into the laundry basket, when I suddenly saw an apple green lace panties spread on the top of the laundry basket, because it was so obvious that I didn’t have to lower my head to see a puddle of milky white goo in the middle of the cloth part of the basket, in order to determine if it was a cold wash, I picked it up and smelled it for a while, and a faint fishy smell came out of my nose, and I thought that my mom must have masturbated before I came back. I think mom must have masturbated before I came back.
That puddle is exactly what’s called a slutty puddle.
And as if mom had intentionally flashed it out for me to see, I was at this point completely sure that the change in our mother-son relationship was at the point where the arrow was in the air, and again it would be up to who shot the arrow first.
When I went back to my room I took out my diary again to leave a few more words for my mom, but I found another note in the binder that said, “Jun, mom wants to borrow the topmost tape from you to look at it, so put it in the VCR and I’ll come out at twelve o’clock in the evening to watch it, but you have to promise me that you won’t ever come out, and that you’ll take it back in the morning. ” I looked at the videotape that was on the top shelf, it had a bunch of unintelligible Japanese written on it, the only thing that was obvious was the title in four big letters, “Mother and Son Adultery”.
I think this is the second step in the mom’s adjustment, trying to find out what it’s like to be in someone’s mother-son adultery first.
Twelve o’clock, I saw the living room TV turned on, mom came out to see, I think it’s better to do what she said, do not disturb her! But I finally could not help but sneak open the door, probed and looked, only to see my mom did not wear underwear, only wearing the white panties, reclining on the sofa, holding up the two peaks are staring intently at the TV screen.
After watching for a while I went back to my room and went to sleep for I don’t know how long, but when I woke up it was after three and the lights on the TV in the living room were off.
I took a bathroom break and couldn’t resist walking into my mom’s room.
Wow! Mom was lying naked on the bed, her panties down to her knees, and a thick bush of black pubic hair stuck to the base of her thighs as wet as if she’d been drenched.
I did not expect this video tape has such a great effect, I face mom this jade body, already impulsive unstoppable, the following do not listen to the call of the support up, my heart seven up and down constantly calculating, how to start it? Now dry mom, I believe she will not say anything, I stood in front of the bed and thought for a long time, looking at the mother with the breath with a double breasts, or can not help but reach out to caress the mother’s nipples, “Well ….” Mom lightly hmm a sound, but did not wake up, I more boldly will be the whole palm of the hand affixed to the top of the mother’s breasts up and down the kneading and fondling.
“Mmm… mmm…” mom just kept making comfort-like oinks, still not opening her eyes.
I thought to myself that I may have still acted too soon and that Mom’s mind was not yet fully open.
But since mom kept pretending, I simply caressed her enough! I had no qualms about caressing her. I kept kneading her breasts with one hand and stroking her pubic hair with the other.
“Mmm…ah…mmm…mmm …. Ah…” mom’s voice became more and more lewd, making me almost restrain myself from lifting her legs and ruthlessly inserting my prick inside mom’s pussy.
“Ah…ah…no…no…ah ….” As I slipped my fingers into my mom’s vagina, she wailed like she was raving, but she just wouldn’t open her eyes.
Okay, I switched it up, pulling down the boxers on my mom’s legs and spreading her legs, and since the lights were too dim to see clearly, I simply turned the headlights on.
WOW! Mom’s pussy lips were slowly dripping with lust as I climbed onto the bed and pressed my face against Mom’s pussy, pushing my tongue against the crack and licking her pussy over and over.
“Ah…ah…ah…good…good ….” Mom finally couldn’t help but say yes.
So I pumped my tongue even harder and reached up with both hands to grip my breasts and knead them desperately hard.
Ten minutes later, mom’s body suddenly a stiffness, hips upward, then hard down, leaking, mom has reached orgasm, then mom’s pussy constantly shaking, every shake overflowed a stream of lewd water, not long after the whole sheet is wet.
Mom was satisfied, but I was miserable, with a burning desire that still hadn’t gone away.
Eventually there was nothing to be done, so he kissed his mom on the lips and went to his room to go to sleep.
I was awakened by a bit of stroking and came to check my watch first, 7:00 AM.
Then I look at the bed and there sits mom while one of her hands is holding my prick.
“Joon…no…don’t wake up…you…are still dreaming, understand? You’re having a sweet dream.