Back in bed, Ye Cifen tossed and turned, unable to sleep. Images of her son ejaculating flashed repeatedly in her mind, and his innocent words echoed in her ears.
Looking at the family photo on the bedside table, she saw her thin husband. She wondered if he was sleeping peacefully far away, perhaps unaware that his beloved wife had just done something unforgivable—the most despicable thing. Thinking of her husband's hardships and sacrifices, Ye Cifen could no longer hold back her tears. They streamed into her mouth, salty and bitter, as the guilt in her heart lingered, refusing to fade. After more than a decade of marriage, it would be a lie to say there was no love between them.
The next day, Ye Cifen wore a professional skirt. As she bent over to put on her shoes, the skirt perfectly outlined her full hips, revealing the faint lines of her underwear on either side.
Li Qiang looked down at his mother's plump buttocks, which resembled ripe peaches—round, full, and seemingly ready to burst with moisture. The sight sent his hormones racing, and he almost couldn't resist the urge to take a bite, imagining how juicy it would be.
Emboldened by his previous experience, Li Qiang mustered a bit more courage. With a trembling hand, he reached out and gently patted his mother's buttocks. The soft, smooth sensation was irresistible, and he couldn't help but give it a slight squeeze.
"Mom, your butt is so big..."
Ye Cifen was startled, though her reaction wasn't as intense this time—unlike last time when she had grabbed Li Qiang and lectured him at length. Still, Li Qiang noticed his mother's legs trembling slightly.
"You little rascal! What kind of son talks to his mother like that?" Ye Cifen turned her head, her eyes reproachful, her finely arched brows carrying a hint of coquettish charm.
Li Qiang felt a growing ache in his lower body and said to his mother, "Mom, no wonder you could give birth to a son. The ancients weren't lying—big hips are good for bearing children!"
By then, Ye Cifen had already slipped on her delicate high-heeled sandals. Her jade-like feet were surprisingly small—so petite that in ancient times, they wouldn't have needed binding. Her delicate, tender toes were also strikingly beautiful; anyone who didn't know better would surely think they belonged to a girl of seventeen or eighteen.
"Spouting nonsense all day long. You don't learn the good stuff, but you're an expert in these things."
"It's all Mom's fault!" Li Qiang pretended to be aggrieved.
Ye Cifen pinched his ear. "Now you're blaming me? What did I do?"
"It's because Mom is too beautiful!" With that, Li Qiang's eyes drifted back toward his mother's ample hips.
Ye Cifen immediately tightened her grip. "I'll teach you to talk nonsense all day! Where are you looking?"
Li Qiang's ear stung with pain, but inwardly he was overjoyed. Judging by the situation, his mother didn't seem averse to such topics—there was hope. With a childlike, willful exaggeration, he cried out, "If you won't let me look, I'll look anyway! And I'll even spank your big bottom!"
Seizing the moment, he gave her bottom a firm slap. Smack! A crisp sound rang out—it felt amazing. The thrill of a secret affair couldn't compare.
Li Qiang bolted out the door, chased by Ye Cifen's playful scolding. Amid their playful tussle, Ye Cifen rode her bicycle with Li Qiang sitting behind, his arms wrapped around her slender waist. The bond between them seemed to draw closer, and the atmosphere lightened considerably. Sometimes, physical touch truly was a wonderful channel for emotional connection.
Suddenly, Ye Cifen's voice came through: "Hey, Qiangqiang, can I ask you something?"
"Hmm?" Li Qiang responded absently, his eyes fixed on his mother's smooth, rounded, long legs.
"Well... Mom's... Mom's bottom... is it really that nice to look at?" Ye Cifen bit her lip as she spoke, two blushes floating on her cheeks.
Hearing this, Li Qiang felt a slight surge of excitement. Being able to discuss such a private topic meant his mother was subconsciously beginning to accept him.
"Mom's bottom really is beautiful—the most beautiful I've ever seen. Not only is it big, but it's also perky, like a ripe peach. Who doesn't like a peach?" Li Qiang could sense his mother's foot trembling slightly.
"Why does that sound so... indecent? But... your dad doesn't seem to like big ones. He even said women with big bottoms look... look..."
"Look like what?" Li Qiang pressed eagerly, perking up at the mention of his father's dislike for his mother's big bottom.
"Look... slutty..." Ye Cifen blurted out, her face flushing crimson, causing the bicycle to wobble slightly.
"How could Dad say that about you? It's one thing not to appreciate feminine beauty, but to say a big bottom looks slutty—that's going too far. Besides, even if Mom were slutty, wouldn't it only be for him to see?"
"What nonsense are you talking? Who's slutty?" Ye Cifen turned her head to look at Li Qiang, a hint of displeasure in her eyes.
Seeing this, Li Qiang quickly backtracked: "Sorry, Mom, I misspoke. I didn't mean it that way. I was just standing up for you. Don't be angry, okay, Mom?"
Ye Cifen turned her gaze back to the road ahead, letting out a faint sigh. "Ah, Mom's not blaming you, Qiangqiang. I know you're on my side. Actually, maybe we can't blame your dad. Everyone has their own preferences, and having a big bottom really is... really isn't ideal..."
The bond between mother and son had grown stronger, but ever since Ye Cifen had helped Li Qiang masturbate that one time, his subsequent requests for her to do it again had been gently refused.
Where there's a will, there's a way, and Li Qiang was that determined person. After being rejected a few times, he stopped bringing it up and instead became increasingly attentive toward his mother.
His father's long absences and the discord in their marital life had left his mother feeling lonely and emotionally low, a faint melancholy always lingering in the corners of her eyes. Even when she smiled, an unshakeable sorrow remained.
Li Qiang began consciously spending more time at home to keep his mother company. He often chatted with her about anything and everything, watched TV and played cards together, and sometimes even went out to see movies or attend concerts with her.
What made Ye Cifen happiest of all was that Li Qiang often helped her with household chores, such as cooking, tidying up dishes, and organizing the room. She felt that her son had finally grown up.
Gradually, Ye Cifen regained her former radiance and charm. In front of his mother, Li Qiang felt that all the beautiful women he knew paled in comparison. Facing his stunning, voluptuous, and mature mother every day, Li Qiang felt his self-control rapidly declining, edging closer and closer to the brink of collapse. Yet, reason constantly warned and restrained him from giving in to this forbidden, complex emotion.
Ye Cifen also grew increasingly fond of her son. She often chatted with him about her youthful past and the pressures of work. Whenever she did, her son would listen intently—perhaps because he was still young—but Ye Cifen was delighted nonetheless. She had few friends and no one to confide in, so having a loyal listener naturally pleased her. However, she failed to notice that the relationship between mother and son was slowly changing.
A week later, Li Qiang and Cifen had already grown accustomed to expressing their emotions through hugs. At eighteen, Li Qiang stood 186 centimeters tall and was strong and sturdy from long-term exercise. Whenever he hugged his mother, his head would rest perfectly on her forehead, and the faint scent of her body would ignite a blazing desire within him like the sun.
At first, Li Qiang dared not hug her for too long, fearing his mother would notice the changes in his lower body. But after one attempt, he began pressing his hardened member firmly against his mother's rounded thigh each time, only letting go when Ye Cifen's face flushed crimson.
Li Qiang grew increasingly intoxicated by these embraces with his mother, gradually adding kisses to their hugs. Initially, they only kissed each other's cheeks briefly, but later, Li Qiang deliberately deepened these kisses. He would often take advantage of his mother's inattention to plant a quick kiss on her rosy, sweet lips. On several occasions, when Li Qiang held his mother close, breathing in the fresh, elegant scent unique to a mature woman and gently rubbing his face against her beautiful one, he would hear her breathing grow rapid. She would then push him away, a blush spreading across her lovely face.
That delicate, enchanting expression utterly captivated Li Qiang. From then on, Ye Cifen began paying more attention to her appearance and demeanor at home. Outside, she still dressed conservatively, wearing loose, gray professional attire for work and formal occasions. But at home, she often wore a pair of faded, brand-name jeans and a light yellow silk top. This way, the tight jeans accentuated her long, shapely legs and full, rounded hips, making her appear even more seductive and alluring. Her ample breasts were also beautifully showcased, as she knew her son admired her chest, her hips, and her entire being.
Ye Cifen could no longer articulate her feelings for her son. She clearly knew their mother-son relationship was changing, but she couldn't bear to give up his embraces, his care, or risk hurting him. She was like a lovesick young girl, believing everything her beloved said was right.
Every time her son embraced her, it would leave her underwear damp. Each time, she could feel his scorching, firm member pressing against her soft yet resilient thigh—the heat, the hardness, all captivated her. She couldn't help but recall the sight of her son's thick member in the bathroom that day, and each time, she would lower her head, brushing her cheek against the warmth of his lips.
Everyone yearns to be loved, and Ye Cifen, married since the age of 18, was profoundly starved of affection and desperately craved it.
Pink symbolizes ambiguity, while lilies represent purity. Cifen was once a pure lily, but now this lily had mutated, its pristine white turning into a suggestive shade of pink...
There were many things in her heart she longed to confide, but some words could not be spoken lightly. Yet, with her son—the person closest to her—it was different. Perhaps it was precisely this that made her so dependent and indulgent toward him.
Ye Cifen was confident in her charming appearance and demeanor. Whether before or after marriage, countless men had expressed ambiguous interest in her. She had a less-than-happy family: a husband who had become a stranger, and a lovely, sensible son named Li Qiang.
This family was riddled with flaws, perhaps a mistake from the very beginning. Her husband was 65, while she was only 36. He had been frail since childhood, and their sexual life had always been unsatisfying. In the days when life seemed normal, Ye Cifen had never realized she harbored such intense sexual needs.
But since turning 30, her desires had grown increasingly urgent. Though many men in her work and social circles hinted at intimacy, and though she felt a flicker of longing within, the moment she thought of her son, all desire for those men vanished completely. Compared to her son, their faces seemed utterly repulsive.
Thus, no matter how intense her desires became, Ye Cifen never entertained the thought of betraying her family. Though it would have been easy for her, she suppressed her urges, maintaining a facade of normalcy every day. She didn't want her husband to sense her desires and feel inadequate. Even if they were incompatible, the bond of marriage held a certain tenderness.
However, this inner peace was shattered some time ago when Ye Cifen stumbled upon erotic literature about mother-son incest. In the past, she would have scoffed at such material, finding it disgusting.
But after so long without sexual release, her pent-up desires led her to gradually explore those stories and images—taboo tales of incest and relationships with vast age gaps. These things, beyond her previous understanding and imagination, delivered an unimaginable, intense stimulation. The forbidden nature of breaking the mother-son bond, along with the shocking age differences depicted, filled her with both shock and arousal.
Had she not suddenly encountered such content, Ye Cifen would never have imagined being so fascinated by things most would find unacceptable. The powerful, taboo sensations in those stories and images reshaped her understanding of what she once knew.
That sudden intrusion during the bath had planted the seed of incest in her heart. Her son's handsome face suddenly appeared so dashing, and that fleshly member, so incongruent with his age, intensely stimulated her senses...
Ye Cifen truly couldn't believe any of this, nor would she ever have imagined such feelings could arise within herself.
In a long-forgotten corner of her heart, a box filled with perverse desires was abruptly opened—one whose contents she had never known before. Gradually, she began to notice the only man in the household... her son!
Her son had grown up; he already possessed the capacity for love. Through their day-to-day interactions, Ye Cifen slowly found herself sinking deeper. She knew her son's desires, and she, too, yearned for him. Yet she couldn't cross that line, even as the seed in her heart took root and began to sprout.
Over time, affection grew. Li Qiang faintly sensed that his relationship with his mother had transcended the ordinary bond between mother and son. His love for her deepened, his longing for her grew stronger, and he felt that his mother was also adjusting the emotions between them. She often displayed a shyness in front of Li Qiang that was typical only of couples in the throes of passion—the kind of shyness shared between lovers.
His mother would also intentionally or unintentionally reveal glimpses of her mature, voluptuous, seductive, and enchanting figure in front of Li Qiang. She often wore semi-transparent, milky-white silk robes in the evenings or mornings. These silk garments clearly couldn't conceal her body; Li Qiang could distinctly see the beautiful curves of her figure, the outline of her firm, full, and rounded breasts, and the faintly exposed, sensual, and alluring silhouette beneath the silk robe.
As the college entrance exams approached, the emotions between Li Qiang and his mother had almost reached an inseparable, intimate level. Every night, when it was time to bid each other goodnight, they would embrace tenderly. When he pressed his lips against her rosy, sweet lips, his mother didn't push him away as she usually did. Instead, she allowed him to kiss her tenderly. Li Qiang even sensed her tongue tentatively reaching out twice. In that moment, he felt the warmth of his mother's voluptuous, mature body beneath the silk robe.
However, when Li Qiang tried to slip his tongue into her mouth, his mother abruptly pushed him away, her face flushed with shyness, and retreated upstairs to her own bedroom.
Their relationship slowly evolved under the same roof. Perhaps all it needed was one final push for the bond between mother and son to undergo a qualitative change. And eventually, that moment arrived.