(A/N: Okay, before you start reading this, here's a heads up. In the first three paragraphs, it is mentioned that his mother performed sexual acts with his father. If you are uncomfortable reading that, please skip it, it won't matter too much. I added these paragraph because they make sense, and add the "realism" element I want in this novel. What I can assure you is that this will be the last time something like that will take place.)
During the winter break, which was quite cold, as a seasoned otaku, I spent almost the entire break holed up at home. Aside from occasionally accompanying my mom when she went out to buy groceries or go shopping, I spent most of my time playing games and watching TV at home. My mom would occasionally help me out, usually every two or three days, until the last day of the winter break.
Lately, my mom seemed to reach climax quickly when helping me, and the pleasure was intense. This was undoubtedly due to the effects of the aphrodisiac I had been feeding her for the past month, although it wasn't very noticeable. Combined with occasional intimacy between my parents, my mom's sexual desire wasn't as strong, and she didn't pay much attention to it.
I often sneaked up to my parents' bedroom late at night to eavesdrop, but at first, there was nothing out of the ordinary. However, over the next few days, my mom and dad would engage in intimate acts almost every other day, and my dad was quite "potent," ejaculating within three minutes each time. This was incredibly helpful for my plan.
Since the aphrodisiac had been depleted as my mom finished consuming it, I didn't wake up too early today. When I got up, my dad and mom were standing at the doorway, and my mom was diligently fixing my dad's tie.
I had a hunch about something but wasn't certain, so I asked cautiously, trying to contain my excitement, "Are you guys going out?"
"Oh, I haven't had much business before the new year, but it's starting to get busy now. I'll be away on a business trip for a while," my dad responded calmly.
"Oh, I see. When will you be back?"
"I'm not sure yet, probably at least a month. Listen to your mom while I'm gone," my dad advised, preparing to leave.
"I'll see your dad off, and then I'll cook for you when I get back," my mom added, turning her head, and they both walked out of the house.
I had considered following them, but they had already left, and I hadn't even changed my clothes, so I had to abandon the idea. However, the groundwork of this past month hadn't been in vain. Finally, on the last day of the winter break, my dad had given me an opportunity. I was extremely excited, eagerly anticipating my mom's return. Today was the day I would have my mom completely.
Time passed slowly, and every minute and second felt agonizing for me. It was already close to 10 in the morning, and my mom didn't return home until then.
The weather outside was very cold, and my mom was wearing a long down coat that covered most of her body, with only a glimpse of her lower leg visible.
From the neckline, I could tell my mom was wearing a black cotton jacket inside, paired with jeans, which was modest and suited my mom's personality.
After entering the house, my mom took off her coat. Winter clothes tend to be form-fitting, and my mom's mature figure showcased perfect curves. If it weren't for the coat covering her, no one would imagine that this beautiful young woman possessed a devilish figure that was on par with her stunning appearance.
"You must be hungry. I'll cook for you in a little while."
Mother adjusted her long hair and slipped into a pair of slippers before entering the restroom.
Feeling a surge of excitement, I couldn't resist following her. The restroom door was slightly open.
I doubt Mother could have imagined that, while she helps her son every other day, her own son continues to harbour impure thoughts about her.
Watching as Mother gradually removed her jeans, revealing her alluring, snow-white curves, even the white cotton underwear couldn't conceal their appeal.
In an instant, my desires surged, and my primal instincts took over. Unable to control myself any longer, I removed my pants and underwear, pushed the door open, and walked in.
As Mother was pulling her jeans down, reaching her knees, she suddenly realized someone had entered. She turned and saw me, about to reprimand me for my rashness. But I quickly interjected, "Mother, it's my turn today."
Mother paused for a moment, calculating the time. It had indeed been two days. However, a faint urge to relieve her bladder reminded her that she needed to use the restroom.
Reluctantly, Mother said, "Alright, alright, I understand. You go out first; I need to use the bathroom."
After Mother finished speaking, she squatted halfway, ready to remove her underwear. But she noticed I hadn't left yet and scolded, "Why haven't you left yet?"
Mother's jeans were caught at her knees, accentuating the perfect contour of her thighs. The semi-squat position enhanced the curves of her already shapely buttocks. With her legs slightly apart, forming an inverted Y shape with her thighs, Mother was unaware of the impact her body had on me. I walked directly over and pressed her onto the toilet.
"What are you doing?
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